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the-modern-typewriter · 3 months

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Hello! Would you be willing to write about someone who finds out that their roommate and childhood best friend is actually some kind of supernatural creature? Preferably m/m but its okay if you’d like to change the genders.

Have a nice day!!!

"You're...uh...wow."

Maybe Holden should be horrified, but all he could really do was stare, dumbly entranced. The staring wasn't that different to normal, if he was going to be really horribly honest with himself.

But Atlas also wasn't normally crouched near stark-bollocks naked in the middle of their dorm room. He didn’t normally have dark, gorgeous wings unfurling from his back. He didn’t normally stare at Holden with eyes that had gone from blue to literally black too. Hungry. Heated.

Holden hastily shut the door behind him before someone else on the floor saw.

"Are you, uh, okay, man?"

His best friend was, very clearly, not okay. His gaze tracked every small movement that Holden made.

"You," Atlas growled through his teeth. "Are not supposed to be here."

"Right. Yeah. Uh. My class was—" Holden lost his trail of thought as he continued to stare. "God,” he said, a little dizzy, “you look incredible."

Five-year old Atlas had been funny and brave. Nineteen-year old Atlas also had the absolute gall to be stunning on top of that. It was, frankly, terrible on a night out. On his own, Holden did okay. When he was standing next to Atlas though, more and more as the years passed by, he may as well have been a potato. He couldn't even hold it against anyone. He did enough trying not to stare himself.

But...he definitely hadn't noticed the wings before. He would have noticed wings, right? Even with that smile and those cheekbones to distract.

He realised, dazedly, that he'd drifted closer. One step, two step, three, until he was standing right over Atlas. Close enough to touch.

"Get out." Atlas sounded strained. "Now." His fingers – his claws – dug into the threadbare carpet.

Holden wanted to run his fingers through Atlas's blond hair. He wanted to kiss his parted lips, the line of his jaw, the beautiful curve of his throat. He wanted to touch every inch of Atlas that he could. He wanted Atlas's hands on him, sure and just as smitten as Holden had been for years, and he'd do anything, offer anything if—

"Holden."

The sharp snap of his name cleared Holden's mind a little. He shook his head and backed up. "Sorry. I—"

What the hell was he doing? Heat rose to his cheeks, mortified.

There were a lot of reactions one could have to seeing their best friend suddenly sprout wings, but Holden was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to just drool over his roommate like some kind of neanderthal. He'd done such a good job of not letting his stupid feelings impact their stupid friendship until stupid now too.

It wasn't like he'd never caught a glimpse of Atlas without his clothes before. It had never made him like – he would never have – but would it be so bad if he just—?

No. Something was definitely wrong.

Holden whirled around, heading back for the door. He'd opened it only a crack when Atlas's hand slammed down on it, shutting it again. The lock clicked as Atlas bracketed him with an arm on either side. They weren’t quite touching, but they were close enough that he could feel the heat of Atlas against his back.

He hadn't even heard Atlas move. His breath hitched.

Atlas groaned. He let his head thunk against the door, above Holden's left shoulder, as he drew in ragged gasps.

Holden heard him swearing and muttering under his breaths. He caught a few words that’s sounded suspiciously like ‘bloody scheming bastard vampires’ and a much more familiar ‘shitshitshit’.

Up close, Atlas’s new cologne was…was it cologne? Holden’s head felt cloudy again. He dug his nails into his palms, desperately shoving down the truly ridiculous urge to turn around and kiss Atlas immediately.

“What the hell is happening?” He squeezed his eyes shut. “You have wings. You have – I feel –”

“You’re supposed to be in class for the next three hours!”

“My class was cancelled,” Holden said. “Some last minute—”

Atlas caught hold of his hips, spinning him as if it was absolutely nothing, pressing him back against the door.

The bit of Holden’s brain that wasn’t too busy with oh, yes please reminded him that Atlas was not that bloody strong. He should not be able to do that. He always skipped the gym when Holden went, despite looking like that.

“What are you?” The obvious question finally penetrated the fog.

Atlas’s attention lingered on his lips, seeming…distracted.

“Incubus,” he murmured. He’d always had a nice voice, but in that moment, that word, it was like caramel. Sweet on Holden’s senses. “God, you’re pretty. Sharing a room was a terrible idea.”

It took a second for the actual response to register, let alone the rest.

Incubus.

“What?” Holden yelped.

It was all some elaborate joke.

(Atlas didn’t do pranks.)

It was impossible.

(Those wings looked very real, no matter how impossible they were.)

How had it taken 14 years for him to notice his best friend was an incubus?

(Did that mean he didn’t really have a crush on his best friend? It was just – what he was?)

Atlas’s fingers grazed just slightly beneath Holden’s jumper, blazing hot against the skin above his hips.

Holden asked no coherent questions whatsoever. He didn’t even manage an incoherent word. Every reasonable thing he should have been considering vanished in a haze.

His best friend was an incubus? Sure! Whatever. Nothing mattered except the fact that there was really far too much distance between them. Atlas’s mouth was right there and – Holden couldn’t have said which of them initiated the kiss, but it was ravenous and he was putty against the door. Head empty. All need and greed and wanting. He finally got to tangle his fingers into Atlas’s always annoyingly perfect hair and –

The lock clicked.

Faster than Holden could fully comprehend, the door was open and Atlas had bodily shoved him into the corridor. He landed sprawling and ungraceful on his butt.

He had a second to peer up, bewildered, at the look of absolute raw desire on Atlas’s face before the door slammed shut. The lock clicked again.

The texts pinged on his phone a moment later.

Don’t come back until I say so.

Will explain later.

Sorry.

Well, crap.

Holden pressed a hand to his mouth, catching his breath and his sanity with Atlas out of view. Then he went to the uni library to research everything he could about incubi.

By the time Atlas texted him that evening, he was ready.

#incubus #incubi #m/m #m/m romance #writing #story #ficlet #supernatural creatures #writeblr #writing snippet

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softcitrus2345 · 4 months

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More than halfway through December and I STILL REFUSE TO GIVE UP ON THESE PROMPTS-

24. Ravenous - Barley wolfs down a bunch of food as his appetite gets the better of him.. It's just those darn pre-full moon cravings am I right fellas? It's rare that Barley behaves like this, so it certainly caught Ambrose by surprise the first time he was around to see it 😳 This isn't awakening anything in Ambrose no sir- 25. Intoxicated - Damien and Vanessa go out to a fancy dinner party thing and get more than a little tipsy- After losing track of how much he's eaten, Damien's fancy little corset vest finally gives in to the strain of holding back his huge belly, with his dress shirt following close behind... It is taking all of Vanessa's willpower not to just outright pounce on Damien at a public event- That was probably their sign to go home and make out a bunch DBUASIFKJBSG 25.5. Old Uniform - Ambrose "misplaced" Barley's current apron, so Barley had to use his old one for the day >;3c Guess he'd forgotten just how much he's grown since last wearing this one... 👀 26. Heavy Lifting - Matt struggles to find the button for his ever-tightening jeans.. He swears this used to be easier... Don't worry, Matt, you're getting close!! 👍😀👍 (He's never gonna find it-) Solution: drop his belly on the counter and use both hands to (try to) button up 😏

Hope you guys are still enjoying these, I've still got a few left before I can die in peace /j

#feedist kinktober #softcitrus barley #honeyfangz ambrose #softcitrus vanessa #softcitrus damien #softcitrus matt #male weight gain #m/m romance #m/f romance #ssbhm #button popping #outgrowing clothes #weight gain #exjock #weight gain denial

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junie-junette · 8 months

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I wish you all a very nice weekend with a soft morning kiss between Hawke and Fenris ! I was like coming home, drawing them again so I hope you'll like the drawing !

The joy of finding an old forgotten WIP in my files haha ! Fenhawke will still have the place n°1 in my heart ! ♡

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #fenhawke #fenris x hawke #fenris #male hawke #garret hawke #my art #my drawing #fanart #mm #m/m romance #romance

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hiveworks · 9 months

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Meet Helianthes, a half-demon cambion, with horns, claws, and a tail— feared and shunned by many, apart from his prestigious family. Armed with a demon-forged knife and guarded by the enigmatic Elias, Helianthes ventures into the streets, causing mischief and exorcising demons. But the shadows of his past lurk, and a haunting specter emerges to confront him.

Claim your copy of this 260+ page graphic novel by supporting the pre-order today!

#the demon of beausoleil #dark fantasy #m/m fiction #m/m romance #demon

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shoyoackerman · 3 months

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“they’re just friends why are you shipping them” “you’ve never heard of bromance” “they’re not gay”

Tell that to the directors, writers and artist who barely put any energy into the supposed love interest of the show/movie. Like the two characters who aren’t supposed to be shipped and are friends only, are literally dying for each other and expressing love in subtle or niche ways only the other person would know.

Whilst the mc and love interest chemistry is drier than the fcking sun.

so uh blame the writes and directors for being lowkey (highkey) shippers

This obviously isn’t for every canon ship, since some are rlly well written. But like theirs a reason fans are shipping characters together.

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 months

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𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝕳𝖊'𝖘 𝕭𝖔𝖗𝖓

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚙𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝.

𝙰𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢

𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜

Words: 1.3k

Relationship: minotaur!Bucky Barnes x chubby!prince male reader

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, fellatio, rimming), soft reassuring Bucky, fatphobia, self-loathing language, hurt/comfort, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Who knows, maybe I’ll actually get all of these churned out before February. Wouldn’t that be neat?

You told yourself you were not going to cry. Not in front of your brothers, and definitely not in front of your father.

Your little mental pep talk did nothing to stop the stinging in your eyes, though. It was hard to stay strong when they were being so cruel. The flat of one of their tourney swords smacked against your stomach when you missed your chance to shield it and all of them laughed. All of them except your father, who just looked angry and disappointed in you. Just like he always did.

The hours in the training yard were always torturous, but they had become especially unbearable ever since your mother had announced her intention to begin the process of finding you a wife. For some reason their taunts about your soft belly and questioning of your manhood began to sting all the more. Not even your haven in the library was safe, you could hear their japes and laughter following you through the corridors of your family’s castle. You hated it, and you hated them, the prospect of finally running away becoming more and more tempting as their unkindness grew to be too much.

Today you didn’t think you could take it. As soon as training was complete and you were out of your leathers you made your way to the castle gate, trying your best not to run and give them further cause to torment you. You couldn’t be around them anymore. There was only one place where you felt truly safe, truly yourself.

The ruins at the edge of the city took less than half an hour to reach, and as soon as you saw them you felt a sense of peace. The broken fountains still flowed with clear, sweet water that you could drink or bathe in, fragrant flowers bloomed in the shade of the shattered rocky walls, and soft grass covered the ground that wind through a labyrinth of stones and statues.

But the thing that made this place feel truly like your refuge was hidden, known only to you and yours alone. You heard the deep rumble of his voice before you even saw him, the tears you had been struggling to hold back beginning to fall as you let yourself collapse on a bed of hyacinths.

“Little prince?” You could feel his massive hooves making the earth tremble as he rounded the corner to find you, trying to smile in spite of yourself and failing miserably. “What is wrong, my love? Why do you cry?”

“The same reason I always cry.” As soon as Bucky knelt next to you you rested your head in his lap, letting out a pathetic sob but unable to care when he stroked your head with a massive hand. “I hate my father and my brothers, they make me so miserable. Maybe I really will just live here with you and survive off honey and wine.”

“It is not a bad way to live, little prince.” Bucky smiled warmly at you when you turned your body so you could peer at his face. “But you deserve all the riches and spoils of castle life. My little prince should be pampered.”

“I’m too pampered.” Your little huff of frustration made Bucky chuckle. “I am! I’m soft and weak. Even though I hate hearing it from them I know they’re right.”

“That’s enough.” The deep growl of Bucky’s voice let you know he was not pleased with you speaking about yourself in such a way, and you swallowed the rest of your self-loathing when you saw his brow furrow. He was suddenly pinning you to the ground and blowing out heavy breaths that warmed your face, and you were reminded just how enormous the minotaur you had taken for a love was. “You are not weak, and your softness is beautiful. Would a weak man let a monster love him? Would a weak man be able to show such vulnerability? I will not listen to you say such things about yourself, not when you are the man I am in love with. I do not know how many times I will have to show you just how much you are worth, but I will do it over and over again.”

Your attempt to argue was quickly muffled by his lips, every thought in your head suddenly disappearing when his thick, warm tongue lapped at yours and his hands tugged at your tunic. Before you knew it you were bare beneath him, gazing up at him with widened eyes when he pulled back from your kiss then whimpering as he began to nuzzle his way down your torso.

“Buck…”

“Hush.” He stopped at the soft bulge of your stomach, kissing every inch of skin reverently as your cock started to twitch and grow hard. “Just let me love you, little prince.”

All you could do was sigh and let your eyes drift closed as he kept kissing and licking your stomach, relishing the feeling of his strong hands gripping your fleshy thighs and spreading them wide while he worshiped his favorite part of you. He adored how soft and bountiful your body was, how sensitive you were to his ministrations and the noises that escaped from you when you finally relax and let him love you like you deserved. When you giggled at the ring in his nose tickling your navel you could feel him grinning against your skin, a soft chuff of his breath warming your stomach before his tongue flicked out to tease the head of your cock.

His mouth on you was like elysium, your body rolling under him and your breath leaving you in a whine as he began to drag his broad, heavy tongue along the length of you. Bucky always did his best to take his time and appreciate every inch of you, but you couldn’t help but get worked up so quickly it was almost embarrassing. You never really could be embarrassed around your minotaur, though. He knew every inch of you and loved you just the same. He was the only truly comforting thing in your life. And by the gods, he made you feel incredible.

Hours or merely seconds may have passed since he started licking your cock. Time lost all meaning when you were with him like this, but you would never complain about it. When his lips wrapped around you it was impossible to keep yourself from moaning obscenely, your back arching as he began to take you deeper and deeper into his hot, wet mouth.

Then his tongue slithered lower, dragging over your balls then even further even as he kept his lips wrapped tightly around your cock. Your body arched and you cried out beneath him when he started to lap at your sensitive rim, barely holding yourself back from erupting in his mouth. But then Bucky hummed around you and you couldn’t contain yourself any longer, digging your fingers into the soft grass beneath you as you filled Bucky’s mouth with your seed.

“Mmmm,” Bucky grinned and licked his lips as he pulled away from you, winking when you could only whimper in response to the sight of your cum dribbling from the corner of his mouth. “My little prince is so sweet. Was that enough or do you still need to be convinced you are worthy of being cherished?”

“It… it was more than enough.” You sighed when he kissed you, laughing softly when he wrapped you in his arms and rolled onto his back so you were laying on top of him. “I can never stay sad when I know you love me, Bucky.”

#natalie writes #monstrous mayhem #kinktober 2023 #minotaur!bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky x male reader #marvel x male reader #bucky x reader #male reader #male!reader #chubby reader #eighteen plus #m/m romance #m/m smut #m/m fanfic #marvel au

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suchawrathfullamb · 2 months

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writing an essay about women who prefer m/m media and would love to know your perspectives if you relate to that. my main observation is that it functions as an escape mechanism, because there are no women in the stories, we're able to comfortably enjoy it without unintentionally seeing ourselves as the female character, specially amongst those of us who may be a bit more avoidant or just overall not very comfortable experiencing intense romantic emotions/situations ourselves, so the m/m media offers that opportunity in a way that feels safer. but I'm sure there are different reasons :)

#let me know in the comments or reblogs ;)#writing #lamb writes #m/m romance #psychology

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ospreyarcher · 9 months

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My new book is now available for preorder!

After a century-long sleep, a Union soldier wakes up in 1965. Cavalry lieutenant Russell Krause is all at sea in this strange new century of electric lights and automobiles. But he soon acquires a guide: Caleb O’Connor, a kind-hearted, history-loving college student with secrets he’s desperate to hide. Caleb is gay, and he’s completely smitten with this lively, warm-hearted soldier, who has swiftly become his best friend. But Russell’s nineteenth century understanding of friendship is far more affectionate than any 1960s friendship is allowed to be. In between telling Russell about escalators, record players, and the Civil Rights movement, Caleb has to explain that men in 1965 are no longer allowed to hold hands or share beds or kiss… which is tough, because Caleb would love to be kissing Russell. Despite these chilling changes in social customs, Caleb and Russell’s loving friendship grows ever closer. But the cultural divide may prove wider than even love can bridge.

Content warnings: period-typical attitudes in general, but especially toward homosexuality

The Sleeping Soldier will be coming out on August 7. Preorder now!

#aster glenn gray #my books #the sleeping soldier #m/m #m/m romance

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turtletaubwrites · 3 months

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So What?

Thank you so much @shewrites02 for this Zosan request! It cracked me up, and I hope you enjoy it!

Pairings: Zoro x Sanji

Word Count: 1096

Ao3 Link

Summary: An enemy catches Zoro eying Sanji in the middle of a fight. Zoro doesn't care, until they make the mistake of threatening the cook.

Rating/Warnings: SFW, Some Passionate Kissing, Fluff, Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence, (hardly any), Humor, They both get teased a bunch for their relationship, Established Relationship, (implied/kind of?), Protective Zoro, Nami and Usopp are little shits 😅

A/N: I giggled so much writing this. I love our lil Straw Hats so much

“Hey Curly, I’ve got this ugly guy. You go after that one that ran away.”

Zoro kept the enemy pirate in his peripheral vision, his swords ready for any movement.

Still, he looked toward the blonde cook, whose fiery kick had just taken another opponent down.

“I don’t take orders from you, dumbass marimo,” Sanji spat, anger riding his voice.

But he turned on his heel, walking toward the escaping enemy as he took a long drag off his cigarette.

Zoro’s lip twitched in a smile as he watched him walk away.

“I’m over here asshole,” his enemy fumed, waving his arms. “I can’t believe the notorious pirate hunter gets distracted by a man’s ass in the middle of a fight. Pathetic.”

Zoro gripped his swords, adjusting his stance as he gave the shitty pirate his full attention.

The guy didn’t shut up when he should have.

“Who knew this would be so easy,” the man taunted, holding his sword in position. “I get to kill the infamous Roronoa Zoro because he was too busy daydreaming about a little pretty boy. Ha! This’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, I fuck the cook. So what? I’m still gonna kick your ass.”

A loud cough behind him pricked his ears, but he knew his only threat was in front of him.

“Fine then,” the pirate sighed before tilting his head with a taunt. “That just means I’ll kill you, then I get to gut your little boy toy.”

“The fuck did you just say,” Zoro growled, low and dangerous.

“I said I’m gonna kill your little blonde twink after I’m done with y–”

The pirate flew through the air, the force of Zoro’s hit knocking him back until he slammed into a tree. He didn’t seem conscious, but Zoro stood above him as he sheathed his swords.

“Nobody touches that perv cook but me.”

“So Sanji, I heard you’re Zoro’s little boy toy,” Nami teased, with Usopp nodding along as he egged her on.

Sanji had a coughing fit, shattering a handful of plates as he carried them to the sink.

Zoro hummed softly, shaking his head as he took a swig of his drink.

When Sanji could breathe again, his red face turned to Nami, trying to ignore the sidelong glances and tiny smirk playing on Zoro’s lips.

“I’m sorry, Nami, dear. What did you say?”

“Oh, just something we heard during the fight today. What’s a twink?”

Zoro coughed this time, sputtering as sake went down the wrong way.

“Isn’t that a type of food,” Luffy piped up, looking at the cook’s quivering form. “Sanji, do we have any twinks? I wanna try one.”

Usopp couldn’t hold it in anymore, snorting with laughter until he and Nami were practically rolling in their seats.

“What's happening,” Sanji managed to choke out, having to lean against the counter as he swayed.

“We just heard— We heard Zoro talking,” Nami’s voice came out high, struggling for air. “You do it, Usopp. Say it.”

She slapped against his chest lightly, and Usopp puffed himself up, taking a minute to calm his laughter, chuckles bubbling up until he bellowed out, imitating Zoro’s voice.

“Nobody touches that perv cook but me.”

Even Luffy chuckled now, although his brows were furrowed, not quite following.

Until Sanji’s red face grew mottled, and he found his footing again.

“What the fuck kind of shit are you saying about me, you idiot moss head? Keep my name out of your ugly ass mouth!”

“I didn’t say your name, dumbass,” Zoro yelled back, standing up to growl at him while they pressed their foreheads together.

“I called you a fucking perv cook.”

“Idiot swordsman, you don’t even…”

As their feud barreled on, the galley slowly emptied, Luffy snagging snacks as Usopp dragged him away.

At this point, the cook and the first mate were just growling, eyes burning into each other.

There was no way to tell who reached out first, their bodies tangling in a blur.

Zoro’s strong hands gripped Sanji’s waist, the cook’s hands pulled around Zoro’s shoulders and neck. Their mouths ate at each other with all that heat that had boiled over between them.

Until Sanji pulled away, eyes still sharp with anger.

“What the fuck did you do?”

Zoro groaned, moving to lean against the table as he found his sake again. He sighed as he met Sanji’s eyes, heavy with annoyance.

“The ugly guy from earlier,” he started, Sanji crossing his arms as he waited. “He made fun of me for looking at you.”

Sanji’s eyes squinted, his chin bobbing forward, but Zoro didn’t elaborate.

“So what? Someone hurt your feelings, so you went and told the whole crew that I’m your fucking twink?”

Zoro sputtered again, wiping the sake from his chin. His laughs fizzled under Sanji’s stare.

The cook’s skin was still flushed, and Zoro wanted to press his lips against those burning cheeks.

“I didn’t say that shit, curly, okay? He did.”

Sanji let out a heavy breath, looking at the ceiling before frowning back down at the swordsman.

Why does he always have to look like that when I’m mad at him, Sanji thought, fighting to keeps his eyes on Zoro’s face instead of his exposed chest.

“So why didn’t you disagree? I thought we weren’t telling the rest of the crew.”

Sanji’s voice had raised again, just a bit, as he gestured toward the door.

“He threatened you, okay?”

The anger in Zoro’s voice now was different from the kind he shared with the cook. His jaw clenched, and Sanji saw the veins in his forearms pulsing as he dug fingers into his knees.

Sanji’s frown dropped, leaving him with his mouth hanging open.

With another swig of his drink, Zoro stood in front of the silent cook, poking him gently on the chest.

“Plus, I don’t think I give a shit. So what if they know? It’s too late now, anyway.”

After a moment more of staring, Sanji sighed, the barest hint of a smile on his lips.

“You stupid moss head. Can’t be left alone for ten minutes without fucking something up, can you?”

“Shut up,” Zoro growled, reaching for Sanji’s hips again. “Don’t leave me alone then, you shitty cook.”

Sanji groaned at the insult, wanting to keep the argument going.

But they melted into each other, breaths calmer now as they kissed away all their words.

Almost all their words.

“I’m not a twink,” Sanji grumbled while Zoro kissed along his neck.

Zoro’s snort was all it took for their battle to begin again.

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21. Temptation - Ambrose and Barley sit down at the bakery for a little treat! Stay strong Ambrose!! I'm sure he'll be back soon, and then the cheesecake is all yours~ 22. Lace - Damien surprises Vanessa with a matching (albeit larger) ensemble~ I can't tell who's more flustered here, I just know they're in for a good time >;3c 23. Milkshake - Sid helps Forrest with their gains like the supportive partner he is~ I'm so glad I've still had the motivation to keep going with these prompts, I'm having such a good time exploring different tropes with my characters and drawing so many different and fun scenarios! A lot of these prompts so far have been ideas that I've had for a bit but never had the time or motivation to execute them, so it's really satisfying to be able to put those ideas into a visual form!!

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Symptom of Being Human (A Room's on Fire FishBen Bonus Chapter)

Francisco Morales x Benjamin Miller

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist : MainTaglist

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Summery: Frankie and Ben share in intimacy

Warnings and Content: Read warnings for the full fic, but for this bonus chapter, repressed queer love, mentions and references of forced breeding and brainwashing Madonna. Poor communication. Deluuuuuusions!

Song fic to Symptom of Being Human by Shinedown, a song found on the spotify playlist for the fic.

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I can still remember me and Miss November Rain Beautiful and strange Always so inclined, coloring outside the lines Yeah, you were never on time

Francisco slammed his dresser drawer closed after yanking some pyjamas out. Maybe he kicked it a little, he wasn't sure.

He could sense the moment Ben walked in through the door even if he hadn't heard him. Ben was good at sneaking around.

"Why are you so pissy today."

It was the glib in his voice that irked Francisco the most, the stpring in his step as he padded over to where Francisco was braced over the dresser.

"I'm not pissy." But even still, he stiffened to Ben's touch as he wrapped his arms around his lovers middle.

Benjamin kissed Francisco's neck in an attempt to relax him, closing his eyes to his scent, but Francisco rolled his shoulders and jerked himself out of Ben's grasp, taking two steps away. He hated this, he hated caring so much, he hated it being a secret, he hated having to sneak around when Pope could just have them whenever and however he wanted. It wasn't fair.

Ben's arms dropped to his side. "Hey. What's wrong?" He asked, genuine, but Francisco was still irritated. "C'mon, baby, talk to me..."

The older man scoffs. "You're surprised I don't wanna suck your dick when it's gonna taste like her?"

You've always been slightly awkward, kinda weird Upside down and not all here What's wrong with me and you is crystal clear

Benny's laugh was sardonic. "Oh, is that what the issue is?"

"Yes, that's what the issue is, Ben!"

He wanted to scoff at him, but sensed Francisco wasn't in the mood to be teased for his jealousy. "Frankie, baby," Benny placed a careful hand on Franciscos shoulder, turning him. Frankie faced him, but his head was hanging and not making eye contact. "Baby please look at me." He cupped the patchy beard and coaxed Franciscos face up to look at him.

"You were late..." Frankie mutters, eyes ever-avoidant. "You were late to be with me because you wanted her."

"Frankie..." Ben places a soft kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry, okay? But it's not any different than you and Santi-"

"Yes it is!!!" Frankie steps back, but the bed was right there so he stumbles. Ben reaches for him, both of them falling onto the bed but sitting upright.

Benny's hand is on Francisco's chest. "Easy now..." He kissed the mans cheeks, then the corner of his mouth, then his lips. "I'm doing this for us, okay? The sooner she's pregnant, so sooner we can be together."

Sometimes I'm in a room where I don't belong And the house is on fire and there's no alarm And the walls are melting too How 'bout you?

Francisco was hesitant to believe him, but the way Benny looked at him, adoring blue eyes and his face framed in shaggy, dirty blonde hair... it was hard not to fall into his promises. "What do you mean..."

His eyes lit up, knowing that Francisco was listening. Ben smiled. "Once Madonna has the savior, everything will change, don't you understand?" He grabbed Frank's hand, pulling it to his chest as he scooted closer. "Pope will be so busy, his only focus will be raising the savior with Madonna, fullfiling the prophesy... he'll be too preoccupied with her to want you like that, it can just be us."

Shaking his head, Frank was not convinced. Pope wasn't like that. Pope was obsessive, possessive, he needed everyone and everything to belong to him. "Benjamin, that... I don't think that's what's gonna happen."

"But I do!" Ben was practically bouncing on the bed with excitement; his evergy never ceased to amaze Francisco, constantly animated by the next new exciting thing, but always coming back to Francisco. "Once the savior is born, well, the world will change, Frankie! Things will finally be allowed to be good." He kissed his lovers knuckles. "And what can be more good than us being together?"

Frankie didn't believe any of this for a second. He didn't believe there was a savior, or that they were gods... Ben did, and Benjamin Joseph Miller was an unstoppable force... but Santiago was an immoveable object. Still, as Ben began kissing his lips, his tongue sliding into his mouth, Francisco was, in fact, a moveable object. To Santiago, he was a stoppable force. Franisco felt like the rope in a game of tug of war, and push and pull between the two men in a covert battle.

Ben would never ever outwardly disrespect Pope. Pope was what Ben wanted to be. He admired Pope in a way he used to admire his older brother, long before jealousy and anger and drugs tore them apart. Benjamin would do anything for Santi's approval, and the look on his face when Ben was under him always made Frank jealous... then he had to remind himself that was a rare occurence compared to how often Ben was the voyer in those situations, and how much harder it much be for him knowing how often it happened behind closed doors.

He never even spoke badly about Pope in these intimate moments, Frank learning quickly to not say anything negative about their leader or even hint at disloyalty, because it always turned into a fight. Ben defended their friend to the death. What Ben couldn't understand, however, was that Frankie loved Pope too. Santiago was a good leader, he kept things prosperous in their community and he was like a brother to Frankie. He'd never known a life outside of Pope... but he was not perfect, and he wished Ben could see that. Unfortunately, to Ben, questioning Santi at all meant questioning his infallibility as a God, and if he questioned that... Ben's entire reality fell.

I've never been the favorite, thought I'd seen it all 'Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball And my friends are coming too How 'bout you? Don't worry, it's all just a symptom of being human

"Benjamin..." Frank moaned into the boys mouth and he palmed him over his jeans.

"Fuck, love when you say my full name."

He knew he was irresistible, he know he was attractive in both looks and charm when he wanted to turn it all, that's why he spent so much time between the legs of women in their commune, on top of Frankie or under Santi. Everyone wanted him, and those that didn't... well, they got him either way.

"Off." Ben ordered, unzipping Frankie's pants and tugging them down when he lifted his hips up. Francisco soon found himself laying down on his bed in his boxers with Ben grinding into him. His pants were still on, the rough material adding to the pressure of their cocks grinding together.

Their hands explored each other's bodies as if this was a new landscape, as it they weren't intimately familiar already. Ben squeezed the soft of his sides as Frankie felt the hard of his chest. It didn't matter how different they were, quiet and loud. Fire, and a gentle flower waiting to be scorched like the earth around it. The flower simply basked in the warmth of the sun, unaware it was withering away.

Unpack all your baggage, hide it in the attic where You hope it disappears This all seems so familiar, but it doesn't feel like home It's just another unknown

Nothing mattered in these moments; Benjamin was the only thing that would calm his racing mind.

Ben sat up, still straddling Francisco and pulled his shirt over his head. Francisco was always mesmerized by this view, the way Benjamin's muscles flexed and moved, the dim light of the shitty lamp casting shadows across his chest. Taught and strong, lean muscles gave way further down to the jutting of his hipbones and golden tan skin. Right at the ends of his abs was a trail of brown hair, much darker than that on his head and face, cut off just barely before his pubic hair by his low-slung jeans.

Frankie couldn't help but gaze up at the sun god... in moments like this, with this view... Francisco could fool himself into believing the god-hood of his paramour. If God was real, Benjamin was his divine gift. Nights alone with him were the closest to heaven that he'd ever be, considering all Francisco had done in his lifetime.

"You're beautiful..." he murmured up him.

Ben's wide grin softened, folding back over Ben to pepper kisses all over Frankie's aged face. "Not as beautiful as you, darl'n"

You've always been slightly awkward, kinda weird Upside down and not all here Right or wrong, it's all so crystal clear

Francisco was not an open person. He didn't let his emotions show, good or bad. Not the way Will expressed his pain or his love, the way Pope expressed his rage, or how Ben expressed his joy. Nothing like that came easy to him. He was aware of the way Madonna watched him pensively, probably wondering why he didn't talk to her, why he didn't fuck her outside of when Pope dragged them together for a threesome...

With Benjamin, he was laid bare, naked and venerable, allowing Benjamin inside him physically and emotionally into the deepest reaches. They were as connected as two people could be, and no one saw Frankie's heart the way Ben did. No one could fill him the way Ben did.

"Perfect, fucking perfect." Ben grunted into Frank's ear as he fucked into his hole, spreading him open. Francisco laid back on the bed, his knees bent and pressed up against his stomach where Ben held there, squeezing his aching member between himself.

Frankie whispers, a contrast to Ben's loud noise, "I love you, Benjamin."

"I love you too, Francisco, don't you ever forget that" Ben moved to his mouth, kissing him and only stopping to mumble against his lips. "She can't compare to you, okay? She doesn't matter. No pussy can compare to you, got it?"

"Got it." He did. Later, when Ben left before daylight and Francisco was there alone in bad, reaching over to Ben's side just to feel the bit of his body heat left behind, doubt would creep in. When he heard Ben bragging to Will about the latest girl he railed over a fence post or against a wall, he would wonder why he wasn't enough for Ben. When he saw his handsome lover trying to fuck a baby into Madonna or kissing Santiago, he'd be reminded that the sex they shared was not unique to Benny, he didn't need him for that.

But as Ben spread his legs, jerking Frankie's weeping cock and thrusting into him, never stopping kissing him, not even long enough for them to breath. He felt like he was Ben's entire world.

The dizzying orgasm made Francisco feel like maybe, just maybe things could be different. Maybe, if Madonna got pregnant, Pope would lose interest in Francisco; what use is someone who couldn't give him children?

Maybe then, him and Ben could hold hands out in the open.

We're all just passing through Passengers on a ship of fools We're all just passing through Passengers on a ship of fools

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Not gonna lie, friends in my phone, I teared up writing this.

I write some FishBen on my main, and it's always a lil angsty but happy ending bc they love each other. Deeply. Even when I don't write them romantic, they are very very close, Like in Leather and Lace Universe.

Here, though.... :( they can't be out, they are just angsty and love

Anyway Im obsessed with this song and listened to it for an hour on my drive planning this fic.

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