MROE MORE MORE MORE I I JSUT NEED MORE STANLEY BILL STANFORD AND FIDDLEFORD YOUR WIRIRNT IS SO FUCKIMG

There is a criminal lack of sub!smc on tumblr !! When will we realize that this is an attention seeking brat?

come on people!

the fiddleford requests are absolutely delicious thank you everyone 😁

We don't know a lot about how Bill's species reproduces so breeding kink could be really confusing for all parties involves. Exhibit A: Bill w/ partner that ids as female and has a uterus. He attempts dirty talk along the lines of "If we keep this up I'm gonna make you a daddy!" and they're like wait what

HAHAHAHA NO STOP, THATS SO FUNNY. Bill drops that line and the reader just stops what they’re doing for a second and is like, “..what?” In all seriousness though, you’re so right, it would be so confusing.

Honestly, I don’t imagine Bill’s geometrical species reproduce even CLOSE to how humans do. That’s one of the reasons I don’t think a breeding kink would be very probable, but I guess if we’re just having fun, maybe that’s what makes him interested in the whole process of like “human procreation.” Which might lead him to get a few facts wrong!

Have you seen Bill as a human from @Reikiryn?

I have! And it’s really goood, I like how imperfect he is. I think all Bill designs are better that way. Honestly, I like my Bill to be plus-sized, I just think it’s a cool detail. But yeah! I really liked the design. I firmly believe Bill would be an uglier looking human.

Once again , please tell me if you're uncomfortable writing it, but Ford being so starved of touch, having so many places of stimulation touched on his body and being praised that he's accidentally cumming very quickly in his pants during a heavy make out session!

He says a little "Oh! :( " when it happens.

He feels very mortified and ashamed, tries to hide it first to make it unnoticeable (he failed big time at it). His girlfriend reassures him, tells him it's okay, it's hot and there's nothing to be ashamed of. ❤️😭

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Work Break

700 words,, Stanford x reader

a/n — Couldn’t think of a song title this time, I feel out of character. Also this isn’t proofread.

warnings — NSFW, dom!reader, at what point in the series this takes place is unclear, gender neutral!reader, sub!ford

summary — Reader helps Ford take a break from work, he gets a little excited.

You kiss up his jawline and land on his check before he decides to protest, “I have mountains of work that I have to get back too—“

“Just wait, baby,” You make your way over to his mouth, feeling that he’s about to abject again, and so you roll your hips ever so slightly on his slap.

He was half-hard from the attention, and he sucked in breath when you did it. A paper was still in one hand, as he’d refused to give in yet. 

“Y/n—“ He warned, voice now shaky, but was cut off with a disgusting kiss on his lips. 

Your hands explored his body, caressing his chest, and tracing on his arms, before settling on his pecks. For a nerd, he had a wonderful body. You always thought that. 

You broke away from the kiss, drawing a sound of disappointment from Ford, which he tried to cover up by clearing his throat.

“You deserve this, you know,” You remind, tugging at his collar to flash a little bit of skin on his neck. You needed a place to sink your teeth into.

“Don’t be absurd, i’ve barely gotten anything done today. I deserve a slap on the wrist and an order to get back to work— ah— ah—“

You sank into his neck while he was talking, and licked the spot after you were done, “You know that’s not true, Ford.”

And you were being honest. Whenever a new project caught his attention, he acted like it was the end of the world all over again. 

“You’ve done so much already, it’s coming along good,” You pluck the papers out of his hands either mild protest from Ford, and take his hand afterwards.

“Your— doing— so— good—“ You plant a kiss on every one of his fingers inbetween words, Ford blushes and looks away, muttering something about how he’s ‘not necessarily doing good, barley done anything..’ 

To make the make out session a little more to Ford taste, you take his other hand and do the same thing. This time, rolling your hips ever-so-slightly against his, now fully hard, cock.

He whimpered, and you took the opportunity to interlock lips with him again. Pushing your mouths together—with excessive spit, if you’re being honest—you continued the slight roll of your hips he seemed taken with.

At some point, your hands let go of his, and went to his hair. You deepened the kiss once more. In between breaths, you commented things like, “So good, ford,” “You’re so beautiful,” “So smart, baby.”

The entire time Ford had been whimpering into your kiss, hands now placed on the side of your hips and grasping at the fabric on your shirt. His pants had tightened noticeably during this time, and he was hoping you wouldn’t notice the precum beginning to stain the top of his pants. 

You had a way of turning his brain to mush that, surprisingly, he didn’t just allow. He craved. Your attention was positively unmatched, especially when your moving like that, or how your tongue his doing that thing he likes, or how your saying such sweet things and— 

 Oh.

Ford whined uncharacteristically and buried himself in your kiss. His hands moved you down on his lap so you wouldn’t notice what happened. 

It didn’t work. You opened your eyes with a quizzical look and tapped the crotch of his pants, then breaking away fully to look down. 

He was still hard, but it was apparently he’s finished earlier by the embarrassing stain on his slacks.Poor thing. 

“I-i’m sorry, y/n. I got—“ he rubbed the back of his neck apologetically, “—carried away. I guess, uh, I should cleanup and… Oh god, i’m sorry—“

Your face looked sympathetic, as it guided his chin back to meet your gaze, “No, no, it’s fine, Ford really. It’s cute you got so excited.”

His looked lightened at this, but you continued before he could talk. 

“In fact, why don’t we do it right this time? If you’re up for round two.”

cant write, only college, no joy for bimbo

LALALALA what you said about fiddleford is so fucking real. hes so nerdy and cutie for reaaalll :3 i dont think hes the brattiest brat out there (esp when bill exists lmao) but i do think he can be!!

i will also say. everyone who i met who was into computers n tech n machinery was atleast a little bit into being tied up. just putting that out there!!! :)

minors dni, ramble incoming

I feel like wouldn’t be a brat because he just doesn’t strike as someone who has a lot of experience. He’s a country boy with little experience and, most likely, very traditional views. I don’t think he’s entirely vanilla, but he would be very sheltered when it comes to kinks.

Persuading him to try being tied up would be so weird because… why? However, I don’t think he’d be against it. I think he’d be odd about sex before marriage in general, but not opposed to it.

And when you do tie him up and have your way, he’s in absolute shock because he didn’t expect that to feel so good.

I think he’d at first be like “I reckon it’s— it’s the man.. supposed to be doing the leading and— all that.” But it wouldn’t take a lot to break him down, because he didn’t even want to lead anyways.

He’d probably whine more than he’d whimper, but overall I think he’d be very loud his first time. “Oh lord— oh my—“ “My gosh, ah!” “Oh mama!” in a country way not a kinky way though. Less sexy, but lots of weird southern phrases would come out.

Get you a man who moan “Oh, sweet baked potatoes” every now and then. this one’s kinda a joke

Imagine getting ma//ting pressed by canon human bill cipher so you’re forced to look at him which he finds absolutely hilarious.

there are lots of other blogs that write for dom male characters, sorry.

How ya doing, Bimbo?

i’m doing okay! haven’t been on tumblr for eons and eons but, i wanted to check in so… here I am. I just went on a huge search for my old fics—everyone has wanted them back for literal months—and i found a BULK of them. Might make a masterlist or something!

In other news, i’ve been watching moral orel… yall KNOW clay puppington is my type.

I’M IN LOVE WITH UR WORKS LIKE AAHHAGDJSISDH— i mean that fic with subspace bill was just so MMMHHMM🔥😩😩

so uh— i’m so confused actually it’s my first request.. can you do something with young Fiddleford?

can i request smut? for example quiet sex in a public place? or even in college… idk. something with masturbation. and when he comes to culmination, reader forcibly shuts his mouth like "shh. You don't want problems, do you?" like, Fidds came from the countryside, and I don't think other variations of sex would be normal for him... just want to see how he would react. I just really want to see him sobbing

english not my native language sorry

After Hours

400 words,, Fiddleford x Reader

a/n — So many fiddleford requests and they all flip. WHERE DO THE FIDDLEFORD LOVERS GO?? ***NOT PROOFREAD

warnings — NSFW, dom!reader, sub!fiddleford, public sex, gender neutral but the term ‘gal’ is vaguely used once

summary — It’s college and the reader decided to drag Fiddleford away to the janitors closest for a quickie.

“I- I don’t rightly know about all this—“ Fiddleford initially said when you pulled him away to the janitors closest. 

“I know, I know, it’s not traditional,” You checked the lock before turning back to him, “But you just looked so cute with your little equations, back there.”

“Ma always used to say I’d be irresistible to all the gals I meet,” He thought for a moment before looking back to you, “Uh— allegedly.”

Your hands found his hips, and you pulled him in by the belt loops, “She has a point. So, how bout a quickie?”

He practically gulped when you said it, so you hastily added, “If you want to, of course.”

He blushed, “I do— It’s just… well, I reckon it’s a little bit scandalous.” 

You smiled at that, “Just follow my lead.”

Pulling the zipper of his jeans down, you lean into his neck and place a kiss, before working up his chin and onto his lips. All the while, you pulled his boxers down, and pulled out his dick. 

He lets a small whimper loose. You muttered something along the lines of “cute” before you began to stroke. 

He was doing good at first, only letting out shaky breaths and small moans, but the faster you got, the quicker he unraveled. 

You ended up putting your other hand over him mouth, “Quiet sweetheart, we don’t wanna get caught, do we?” He shook his head no and whined under his breath. 

“Good,” you say as you turn your attention back to him. You kept your hand over your mouth for good measure, and it was the right choice.

The faster you got, the whinier he was. His eyes shut tightly and you knew he was close.

Pulling your hand away, he breathed, “Please,” and you nodded.

“You’ve been doing so good, baby. Whenever you want.”

This time, he put his own hand of his mouth, and leaned back, a small whine slipping out from his lips.

After he finishes, you take a cleanex off the top of the shelf next to you, and clean up the mess. 

“I don’t think i’m cut out of all this sneaking around,” Fiddleford breathes shakily.

You smile and press a kiss to his lips, “I think you did perfectly.”