#ficlet request

[armasc4femstat]

I need to get back into the writing groove serious style beyond slowly working on One Longer Fic, and to get my hyperfixation energy out so I don’t go insane over the Pits of Despair that everything is everywhere in the entire world. My asks are OPEN (as they will probably always be) but I’d specifically love any ficlet requests, preferably within the niche queer kink realms in which I dwell, but I’m sure I could do probably Most things as long as they’d fit in a ficlet!

Probably 300-500 words; I’ll post a collection on AO3 eventually if I get enough requests or get the balls to open up AO3 again (I hateee logging in it’s so overwhelming I love my private browsing mode). I haven’t done Exactly this before but I do have some Vibes samples here (Danstat) and here (Lesmand) though those are obviously more rambles than stories.

These are my Diabolicule headcanon dynamics (I will write any of them), and I’ll likely stick with them for anything I write. I won’t write snuff/extreme mutilation but I can definitely Dead Dove if anyone is interested, and if the rest of my blog isn’t any indication, I greatly enjoy being a Capital F Freak. I cannot promise any non-Diabolicule characters will be written as perversely as they deserve (I’m going to start reading the chronicles soon I prommy) but again I will try my best if I feel like it.

Literally just doing this because I’ve gotten so sucked into this fandom and need to be exercising my creative juices. I’m hopefully in the right niche of freakblogs for this… Extra points (/j!) for T4T Lesmand of course (and if you have different trans hcs you’d like me to try to explore, I will certainly try it!) I cannot promise this energy will last but right now I sooo have it and want to bring at least a little whimsy to the fandom corners I’m around.

I will edit this post when I have a tagging system down if this ends up working out. If it doesn’t oh well! Really great cool epic pervert minds around my feed. I wish to feed.

[mac-and-thefox]

Ooh, whispering to them like they're alone in the world...Dew/Rain onstage shenanigans?? Please? 🔔

Oh Belle....

Rain going into heat onstage during a show, Swiss and Mountain also kind of there.

Rain looks around at the screaming crowd in front of him. The lights are hot, bearing down on the band and baking him in the black fabric of his uniform. He shakes his head, feeling feverish. He’s been feeling poorly all day, having woken up with brain fog and lack of coordination, which isn’t like the water ghoul who is known for his poise and grace. He’s already tripped twice on stage, nearly losing his footing in the process both times.

He makes his way up the steps of Mountain’s podium, feeling the beats of the floor toms and kick drums deep in his chest and gut. Rain’s trying to stay with the beat of the song. Being part of the rhythm section he doesn’t want to throw the others off just because he’s having to play a show under the weather. He wipes his hands on his pants, slick with sweat, trying to keep his fret hand from slipping on the neck of his bass as he attempts to focus on locking in with Mountain in order to combat the fog trying to move into his mind. Thank Lucifer that Watcher in the Sky has a simple enough bassline that he doesn’t have to think too hard about it, muscle memory can carry him through the song.

Suddenly a wave of heat wracks his body and he groans under his balaclava. It sits hot and heavy in his stomach, and Rain fights to keep from doubling over as another wave hits him shortly after the first. He looks back at Mountain, eyes glowing blue behind the smoked lenses of his mask and Mountain trills in concern over the thundering of his kit. Are you okay? Rain whines softly at the words pressed against his mind. He can’t call attention to himself, they’re only halfway through the set.

He catches Swiss’s eye, his heightened and heavy scent floating its way across the risers. The multi ghoul shudders as Rain’s pheromones hit him. Swiss goes down on his knees rocking back and forth onto his heels and clawing at the mask covering his face. He’s trying to play it off to the crowd but Rain can smell how affected he is by the water ghoul’s onset heat. It’s making it worse, to see the multi ghoul fighting to keep from coming over there, he smells like a predator and Rain is the prey.

He runs back down the steps, trying to keep moving in order to keep his wits about him. Dew’s guitar wails on the left of the stage, thankfully covering up the sound of Rain crying out as yet another wave rumbles through his body and a gush of slick soaks his pants. His knees go weak and he almost goes down, nearly dropping his bass.

The song ends, Rain makes his way to his mark as the vocals of Year Zero ring out through the arena. He plays his part, following Mountain’s drumline with all the brainpower he has left, trying to ignore the feeling of slick dripping down the insides of his thighs.

“Rain.”

Rain feels the heat of Dew’s body as he presses up against the water ghoul’s back. The scent of campfire and spice is intoxicating and Rain moans under his mask at the smell. His knees go weak again with another wave of need and he feels Dew turn around to press their backs against each other, supporting Rain’s weight.

“We can all smell you, Water Lily. Your heat is early,” Dew turns his head towards Rain’s ear, his voice reduced to a whisper above the noise from the music.

Rain whimpers, locked onto Dew’s scent and presence, his mind reeling from the close proximity of the fire ghoul. He wants to throw their instruments down, flee offstage and have Dew bend him over a roadcase and fuck him until Rain is filled to the brim with everything Dew has to give. Everything becomes Dew. Want him. Need him now.

Dew turns around, pressing his chest to Rain’s back. Rain can feel his heartbeat pounding through his clothes. He wraps his tail around Dew’s waist, hidden from the crowd, in an effort to ground himself.

Rain whines as Dew brings a hand up to wrap around his throat and squeeze lightly. The pressure sends Rain’s brain fully offline, and he rocks his hips back to press against the rapidly growing hardness in Dew’s pants. More slick seeps into his clothes and his face burns with shame at the fact that he’s essentially grinding his ass on Dew’s cock like a whore in front of 10,000 people. He's even more ashamed about the fact that right now he doesn't care. He needs Dew.

“You need to hold it together, Rainy. Just this last song, then we get a break. Then I can take care of you.” Dew’s whisper ends in a snarl. The fire ghoul is just as affected as Swiss is, he’s just better at hiding it.

Rain stills, shaking with effort to not just roll his hips mindlessly into the body of his bass instead as the song ends and the crowd erupts into cheers.

“Good, Rain, that’s my good boy,” Dew whispers into his ear like it's just the two of them alone onstage. Like they’re not surrounded by the rest of the band and thousands of screaming fans.

Rain melts at the hint of praise, taking the first opportunity to grab Dew’s hand and run backstage. They barely make their way past the heavy black curtains before Dew grabs him and slams him up against the wall. The fire ghoul’s eyes burn through the goggles of his mask, and he growls low in his throat.

“Now you’re mine.”

@belle--ofthebrawl

[peggingprowl]

May I please request Combiner Wars Rodistar? Specifically them fragging in Rodimus's berth to celebrate Starscream's emergence day or something like that.

Sure! Hope you enjoy :)

Rated E, ~100 words, Starscream/Rodimus

Starscream muffles a groan as he looks at Rodimus above him, struggling to maintain his aloof demeanor. He raises a brow.

"You call this my gift? I thought you said you were going to frag me so hard I wouldn't be able to walk?"

Rodimus squawks out in offense. He leans down, redoubling his efforts, thrusting faster into Starscream's wet valve. "Oh, I'll show you! I'm just getting started!"

Slick slaps fill the room. Rodimus reaches a servo down to grip Starscream's neglected spike between them. He rubs his thumb over the head, pulling out another groan from Starscream.

"This good enough for you, yet?" He asks with a cocky grin.

"Why don't you make me overload first?" Starscream pants, "Then we'll talk."

[pinkoctoberbones]

Okay ficlet request….Byler as dads??????? 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

UM, OF COURSE?? Request from @photographygirl814

“Mike!” Will says as the door is shut behind him. He fumbles with the bag of groceries in the odd hold he had to use to undo the lock. “Mike, I’m home!”

Instead of Mike rounding the corner, the sound of small bare feet slapping the hardwood flooring alerts Will as to who’s about to appear. Her presence is quickly made as she charges up to Will, not even tall enough to stand far above his knees, and latches onto his leg.

“Daddy!” The little girl squeals happily, putting her face in his pant leg.

Will laughs, still only having one free hand to place on the top of her head. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry, but I need to set down the groceries. Could you-”

“Nora, step back from Daddy. Give him a second, he has bags, remember?” Mike, suddenly having come around the corner, prods Nora with his reminders.

Respectfully, Nora unlatches and steps back, eyes still big with excitement. “I can help!”

Will’s already smiling. “I think this bag’s too heavy.”

“Not for me!” She proudly announces, placing her hands on her hips.

“I wouldn’t bet against it.” Will chuckles, and Mike steps forward.

“Alright, alright, you two,” he reaches out for the bag of groceries, stepping past Nora’s buzzing frame. “Stop hogging the attention, Nor. I need to see Daddy too.”

Nora giggles, bouncing on her heels before she seems to remember something dramatically. “Wait, wait! I drew a picture!” She cries out excitedly as she turns heel and charges back into the living room.

They both chuckle, well-used to Nora’s antics, and Will, with hands now free, cups Mike’s face and kisses him. “Thank you for picking her up. How’s she liking her new daycare?”

“Oh, it’s great. She loves the kids there, and her teacher is very nice. I’d say this week is going really well.”

Will slides one hand to his boyfriend’s shoulder, smiling. “And how about you? How’s writing going?” He asks. “Do you need my illustrations yet?”

“Almost.” Mike reaffirms, kissing Will’s cheek. “Still finishing the last few chapters, but I think it’ll be good for editing soon.”

Will kisses him again, and they both smile into it. Then, a young voice shouts from the living room.

“Dadda, where’d you put my drawing?”

Mike scoffs a laugh, and Will shakes his head, nimbly slipping his hand into the handle and stealing back the bag. “You go take care of that. I’ll unload the groceries.”

“I’ll help you afterwards.” Mike insists, smiling and striding off to help their daughter.

Will does the “Little Rascals” wave under his chin, which Mike mirrors gleefully. Once he’s rounded the corner, Will chuckled to himself and heads into the kitchen.

If you had asked Will Byers in 1986 if he had any hope of a happy future with quite literally everything he wanted, he would have said no. Truthfully.

But sometimes, it’s a wonderful thing to be wrong.

[spoiledleaff]

🎶LEAFYYYYY🎶 YOU CANT JUST LEAVE THAT IN THE TAGS WTH I DEMAND EMOTIONAL COMPENSATION

God I love your brain

>:Dc ... i will gladly repent for my mistakes :> anyways!! have some hurt/comfort raindrop, hehe! <;3

sfw ✿ cw ; angst + hurt/comfort. ✿ he/him dew + they/them rain ✿ wc ; 564.

"Stop." Rain sighs. Their voice isn't raised in anger, or even clouded with judgment or disappointment; it's just a voice.

But it's Rain voice.

(Rain knows.)

"Oh, shut. The fuck. Up!" Dewdrop hisses. He fucking hisses through bared fangs so hard, he spits at the water's sin. It sizzles against their bare collar. "Don't fucking patronize me, Rainy."

Rain is still from where they stand at Dewdrop's door. There's no lights on in Dewdrop's dorm or in the hallway, their slight frame is illuminated only by the soft glow of moonlight drifting through Dewdrop's windows. The fire's sin is seething: fangs bared, his tail is whacking violently against the frame of his bed, there's actual smoke pouring from his mouth.

(There's tears gathering in the corners of Dewdrop's eyes, but Rain doesn't dare mention those.)

"You're in pain-"

"Just fuck right off to heaven, Rain!" Dewdrop roars, the scarred barbs that still decorate his tail rattle against his leather skin. "I'm not in pain; I'm not hurting. The moon doesn't even affect me anymore, Rain; I'm not some pitiful fucking water ghoul anymore, Rain, so don't fucking treat me like some angel!"

Rain's quiet; they're still there in the doorway, but they're quiet. Dewdrop isn't sure if he should be relieved or even angrier. They're still looking at him though.

Dewdrop doesn't like how gorgeous their eyes look in the glow of the moon. Their eyes are more green than Dewdrop's are, somehow they reflect the light better: makes their features look softer in the light.

(The moon only made Dewdrop look harsher. Smaller.)

"Dew." Even now, they're voice is soft; gentle. Dewdrop growls at the sound. "I never mentioned the moon."

Ah.

Rain knows. They always know.

Dewdrop breaks. He practically collapses into his destroyed nest, the ache in his chest having since become a burning sensation: little bugs crawling around his bones and heart, eating everything in sight like parasites. Rain is with him in an instant; their touch is cold, but it burns him anyways. Like freezer burn. It hurts. He's hurting.

"You're hurting." Rain whispers against his hairline, clammy and damp with sweat. "Breathe, my sun. I've got you, just let me take care of you. Let me care for you, my love."

Dewdrop sobs. Instinctively, he nuzzles at the edge of Rain's jaw, so soft in the moonlight. His claws scramble to fist at Rain's underclothes, scratching at the thin material they wear to bed. His tail curls around an appendage that isn't his own, and there's somehow a great comfort from that small fact.

"It hurts." Dewdrop whispers, like one of the Ministry's children finally admitting they were wrong. "I hate the moon, Rainy; I hate this-"

"I know." Rain says, quiet but firm. Their arms wrap around Dewdrop's burning frame, hauling the struggling ghoul into their lap without any visible effort. Their touch is freezing; it's painful, but it's a pain that grounds Dewdrop instead of destroys him. "I'm here."

"Please don't leave me, Rainy." Dewdrop whispers like a secret against Rain's jaw. "Even when the moon wanes, please don't go. Please don't leave me." Dewdrop's pleading is like a prayer what with the way he whispers it against the edge of Rain's jaw.

"I won't." They promise, and Dewdrop feels like he can breathe again. "Even when the sun rises, I'll be here with you always."

[digi-dest-stories]

Request

Posts for More Content w/ the trio:

What if

(Over)Protective

Meeting

Slide Evolution

~~~~

One would expect a boy like him to be lonely. And he had been - Terribly, terribly lonely.

Then he fell into the Digital World, and he wasn't lonely anymore.

His first friend had started out as a lizard, much bigger than himself, with a strange symbol on it's chest. It wasn't very friendly at first, but had took care of him and protected him. With every fight it got into, it grew, becoming larger and deadlier.

It should have scared him. But despite the anger, despite the aggression, it still cared for him. It held him in it's arms and carried him around or curled it's body around his in a protective, warm embrace.

So he felt no fear when he saw his first friend.

They traveled for a long time, just the two of them. They did not have a set destination in mind, just moving from one place to another. The other creatures feared them, more so his friend, and stayed out of their way.

But then, two other creatures crossed their path. They had heard stories of them from their soldiers and grew curious to see what could be causing so much destruction. His friend was... unhappy about the interruptions, to say the least.

After a while, the fighting between them had slowed to a stop. Instead of attacking upon meeting, they talked. It was small conversations every time, mostly answering questions that they had for him.

He enjoyed talking to them. It was funny, seeing their curious and sometimes surprised expression at his answers. Thus started his other friendships, friends who were just as terrifying and powerful as his first friend.

His second friend was a beautiful, but demonic woman. Most described her as cruel and vain, which he did notice at times, though she never behaved that way toward him. She was kind, almost motherly at times, pampering him with affection.

She tended to steal him away from the others, carrying him around the home. Showing him off to the servants, demanding praise for both him and her. It was funny, though he sometimes had to calm her temper when a servant was too slow for her liking.

She never seemed to like to share, even if she reluctantly did so with the others. But it was only with them that she shared him with, no one else. Anyone who tried to take him from her promptly got scratched at or spit at with poisoned words.

His third friend was a dragon, like his first friend, but much more intimidating. He led an army, a commanding force that no one dared to disobey. He was definitely scary at first, and difficult to approach. His presence was hard to stomach, in an almost physical sense.

But he still tried, even though the dragon would avoid him at first. Eventually, it seemed like he had grown to tolerate him, or at least stomach being around him, which was nice. The general would let him watch the soldiers train from atop his shoulder, occasionally even letting him give them commands.

The soldiers obeyed, though some seemed to dislike having to take orders from him. Most of them weren't that bad though, just asking them to do silly things that made him laugh. It even made his friend laugh - Well, laugh was stretching it. It was more like a small chuckle or noise of amusement.

These creatures, his friends - As terrifying and deadly as they were - had made his life so much happier. They lived together here in this castle, experiencing all sorts of fun adventures, hijinks, and other amazing things he never would have thought would happen before.

It was all new and strange. Sometimes the days would be fun, other times they would be scary. Sometimes his friends were good and other times they were... not so good. There was a lot of good and bad, ups and downs.

But that was life.

And this new life of his was just getting started.

~~~~

Sorry if this wasn't exactly what you were looking for. I tried my best.

[doodleimprovement]

Ficlet idea:

Ingo: STOP USING AKARI TO TALK TO ME, SHE NEEDS A BREAK. I UNDERSTAND YOU FIND WITH SIGNALS

Sneasler: Snee Sneas Snee Snealer

Akari: She said stop being a worrywort-dad. Hernwords not mine.

((I'm going to assume this is for the Legendary Boon AU lol))

"My Lady, Akari will need to return to Jubilife eventually" Ingo admonished his noble "Just because she is able to understand you perfectly does not mean that I do not understand you just as well without words"

"Snawrrrrr" The noble groaned

"She's calling you a party pooper but in much meaner language" Akari translated. She turned to the Pokemon, her boon lighting up her face with golden lines "Snee! Sneas!" The girl huffed at the pokemon "I told her I can't say those words! Its inappropriate!"

Ingo raised an unimpressed brow at Lady Sneasler

"My lady. Might I remind you that your children are within earshot of your... vulgar language"

".... Snawr" Akari gasped, and immediately began to scold the pokemon in a wide variety of "Snees" and "Snawrs"

Ingo pinched the bridge of his nose to stave off a migraine. It was going to be a long afternoon

[orangepanic]

Wing x anyone of your choice getting into a noodle fight (yes, with ramen noodles)

"No, you're a stupid head!" shouted Wing. He tried to take another swing at Baatar from where he still dangled upside down by his ankle, but it was no use. His brother was too tall. Wing was gonna be tall one day though. Just you wait. Then Baatar would really see who was the stupid head.

Suddenly a large shape appeared in the doorway. "Lunch is served, young masters," said Chef. He looked from Baatar to where Wing wiggled and struggled upside down, then back to Baatar again. "Best hurry or it will get cold," he said impassively. "Your mother is waiting."

As soon as Chef disappeared Baatar dropped Wing on the carpet. He was left massaging his head and shoulder while his brother followed in the direction of lunch. Spirits, he didn't even look back. Jerk. Fucking jerk. That was a new word Wing had learned from Wei. He didn't quite know what it meant, but he knew enough to know it applied to Baatar right now.

"Sorry I'm late, mother, I was playing with Wing," Wing heard his brother say as he entered the dining room. Baatar gave him a rather smug look. "I was teaching him spatial reasoning and the concept of gravity."

Wing saw red. Gravity his butt! Wing knew what gravity was, it meant down. Well, Baatar could learn about down, too. He marched right up to Baatar, grabbed his bowl, and dumped his stupid ramen all over his stupid four-eyed head.

"Wing!" his mother shouted. Her tone suggested he was in a lot of trouble. Like a lot, a lot. But as he looked at Baatar's shocked and soggy face dripping with wiggly noodles he thought it just might be worth it.