#kisfic — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #kisfic, aggregated by home.social.
-
Fang and Buttons fishing podcast. It's mostly boring fishing stuff and nature conservation til they start flirting or go off on the occasional chaotic extended tangent about cruising by the fishing hole in their youth. Ed's #1 listen when he's got the insomnia
-
Them adult children join Uncle Nate on the artsy commune to give Fang & Izzy alone time since they been flirty and gross as of late
Jim: *watching Frenchie do drum circle* yo Buttons... this a cult?
Buttons passing joint to Archie: Nae. Not since the feds got involved last year
-
Been sharing these Izzy, Ivan, and Fang modern housemate ficlets on twt/x to improve morale, thought I'd collect them here in this 🧵
This morning Izzy took a shower on his new shower seat, a gift from his roommates Fang & Ivan, after Ivan walked in on poor Izzy sitting on the shower floor. He took Fang's advice and brought his lotion and hair stuff in the shower with him, so his whole routine happens there ☺️
-
It's a sunny afternoon, just past lunch on The Revenge and Buttons is sitting by the railing, unraveling some rope to be cleaned, when he hears the tell-tale clomping of Mr. Hand's heavy footfalls and the wooden hoof on deck, making way towards him. Suddenly, Buttons is embraced from behind.
"I hate everyone on this godforsaken vessel but you," the other old salt announces, as he sits behind Buttons, pressing his nose past the blanket of Buttons' hair into the crook of his neck.
Buttons doesn't stop working, moving only to adjust himself as Izzy leans against him, wrapping around him like a starfish.
Buttons hums, catches a few crew eyeing their embrace before returning to their work, knowing by now to leave them to it.
"Hello, Mr. Hands," Buttons greets,"'something happen?"
Izzy grumbles, breath hot against Buttons' neck, squirming against his back, the leather glove creaking against Buttons' chest as Izzy clenches and unclenches his fist.
Buttons continues unraveling the rope, slowly stacking it neatly in a bucket beside him as he waits patiently for Izzy to respond.
"Yelled at Frenchie..." Izzy finally mumbles.
Buttons nods.
Izzy makes a miserable little noise at the back of his throat.
"Now, Captain Boodhari is making me do 'verbal abuse' training?!"
Even Buttons can't help wrinkling his nose at that.
"Our new captain is a diabolical bastard, that's sure," he responds, "I'd rather a lashing."
Izzy snorts, jostling Buttons, who smiles to himself.
"Right?!" Izzy barks, "Dock my meals, fuckin toss me in the brig!"
Buttons giggles. Izzy squeezes him a bit tighter.
"...Now, I've got to meet with Spriggs twice a week to 'talk out my issues'?! A complete waste of time."
Buttons nods. "Ye won't be likely to speak harshly again, tho, I bet."
Izzy sighs and shakes his head.
"... I just... I lose my temper..."
Buttons paused in his work and pressed a hand to Izzy's on his chest.
"I'm..." Izzy grumbled, "I am working on it..."
"Ye have been," Buttons agrees, "Nothing wrong with a bit of support on that effort."
Izzy whined, pressing his head harder into Buttons neck.
Izzy is quiet for a moment and Buttons returns to his work, happy to let his partner just cling to him for a bit.
"....You smell nice," Buttons hears Izzy say in a small voice.
"I smell like sweat," Buttons grins.
Izzy squeezes Buttons again.
"Yeah. It's nice..."
Buttons feels Izzy's hot tongue on his neck suddenly.
"Mr. Hands..." Buttons sing-songs, "Ye come here to get a leg over?"
"N-no..." Izzy denies, continuing to dart his tongue along Buttons' neck, "Just... a bit of grooming..."
Buttons closes his eyes, pausing his work as Izzy licks along a particularly sensitive vein.
"Israel..." he breathes, feeling Izzy's ungloved hand work it's way up his shirt, to squeeze and ply his tit, "Its the middle of the work day..."
Izzy doesn't respond, just keeps licking and playing with Buttons' breast.
Buttons cuts off a gasp as a crew member walks pass.
"Ye're gunna have to do sexual harassment training too, if ye don't quit," Buttons warns with a toothy grin.
Izzy chokes out a laugh, and slowly pulls away. He sighs and sits up, releasing Buttons.
Buttons feels all hot and is sure his face is gone a pretty pink by the way Izzy looks at him when sets his work aside and turns to him.
"So," Buttons said, glancing at Izzy's lips and forcing himself to look to his eyes, "What are you doing next?"
Izzy blows out a puff of air thru gritted teeth, hands falling to his lap, where he clenches and unclenches his fist.
"I suppose... I ought go apologize to Mr. Frenchie for my outburst..." Izzy said, looking off to the sea, "And probably Captain, too, for stomping off."
Buttons hums and nods.
"Sounds good," Buttons said, before gesturing to the bucket, "When ye're done, come find me and ye can help me finish this up, so we can enjoy a break in our quarters after."
Izzy made an eager little noise in the back of his throat and Buttons smiled before pulling him into a kiss.
Someone across deck whistled and Izzy flipped them off as he pressed into the kiss.
They pulled apart and Izzy drug his nose along Buttons'.
"Sounds like a plan," he said.
THE END
-
Ed and Stede take Izzy to see this experimental band he's obsessed with, Pure Tone, and realize throughout the show Izzy has a huge crush on the lead singer. Its amusing at first, watching their boyfriend fan-girl like a teenager, but their jealousy spikes when the front man has clearly noticed Izzy in the crowd and spends the whole show admiring Izzy's sensual dancing.
After the show, the guy invites only Izzy back stage and Izzy spends long enough back there for Ed and Stede to get increasingly nervous. Izzy returns full of excitement, with a signature across his cleavage, and thanks his boyfriends for the good time.
Everytime Ed or Stede mention what happened back stage, Izzy just giggles and says placatingly "Nathan and I just talked".