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lgbtqasacrew · 5 months

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Oh I'd love to see some hurt/comfort Stede/Izzy or Stede&Izzy where they are stranded somewhere/were taken hostage for whatever reason and Stede is hurt but keeps it secret from Izzy (who is hurt too but less dire) cause Stede wants to be the spitting image of a cool pirate captain and actually manages to get them both out/to a safe place where he fusses over Izzy until he (nearly?) collapses from his own injury(s) and then Izzy nurses him back to health with a lot more kindness than Stede would have expected <3

I would be delighted to read sth like that if you feel inspired to write it!

Summary: During a raid, Izzy and Stede get kidnapped by the navy, It’s Stede’s job to get them to safety, even if he gets hurt trying. Luckily Izzy is there to nurse him back to health.

Relationships: Izzy x Stede

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: Mentions of torture, description of injuries, hand wavey pirate medical care

Stede thought he’d became a better pirate, he’s led successful raids now, knows how to hold his own in a fight, even killed a man. But still he’s ended up here, in the brig of a ship occupied by the British Navy. He chastises himself for falling for such a trap.

He’d thought it was a typical raid, only to be fully ambushed as soon as they’d reached the deck, too late to retreat. He had tried to fight, but a group of soldiers had appeared from nowhere, grabbing Izzy from behind. The first mate had been overpowered, his sword clattering to the floor, the men using his unicorn leg to their advantage to overbalance him.

Stede couldn’t stand by and watch that happen, Izzy is his first mate, the man that has helped him become a better pirate, the one who stood up against the kraken to protect his crew. But there were too many of them and there had been nothing he could do except watch as Izzy was dragged down below deck. He called for his crew to retreat back to The Revenge, following the men who had Izzy in their dirty grasp.

Becoming overpowered himself once below deck before being shoved into the same brig where Izzy now laid. Door locked behind him, he could only hope that the rest of the crew had made it back to the ship.

It’s been roughly 3 days since their capture, Izzy lays dejected in one corner, it’s hard to see him like that when he was finally getting better. He doesn’t know where they’re being taken, most likely a British prison. He has to get them out, he owes it to himself, but also to Israel Hands.

Occasionally one of them is taken away to be tortured for the men’s amusement, nothing that will kill them but painful all the same. He tries to keep up a positive demeanor, concentrating on Izzy and his injuries.

“Izzy, hold still please” he asks, trying to get a look at a nasty cut on the man’s arm.

“Fuck off, Bonnet” trying to swat him away, but he gives up pretty quickly, not having enough energy in him. They’ve been on reduced rations since they got here, hardtack and water.

He cradles Izzy’s arm in his lap and he looks it over, the cut doesn’t look too deep, he should get away with not need stitches, luckily as that’s not exactly an option at the moment.

He’s barely been asleep when he wakes up on instinct as someone opens the cell door. “Right which one you wants to join us this time?”

Stede volunteers immediately, he can’t let Izzy go through anymore. “Bonnet” Izzy chides

“No Izzy, it’s fine”

“Don’t take him, take me” Izzy begs but the man doesn’t listen, unlocking Stede’s restraint and roughly pulling him up to his feet.

“You idiot” he hears Izzy mumble as he’s dragged away.

That had been the worse one yet, by the looks of it they’re close to their destination, must’ve wanted to get in one more beating before then. They used the cat this time, 20 whips to his chest, each one stinging more than the last. He hisses as they pour rum over the wounds to stave off infection.

All he wants to do once he’s back in the brig is lie on the floor and weep but he has to remain strong, work out a plan for when the reach land. Izzy who awoke at his return is looking him over from afar as if trying to catalog his injuries. Stede tries to keep a straight face, not wanting to give away how much pain he’s actually in.

“We’ll be reaching land soon” Stede informs him.

Izzy nods “Then what?”

“Then I get us out of there”

Izzy scoffs “And how are you going to do that Bonnet?”

“Well, I haven’t quite gotten to that part yet, but I will”

“I’ve never met someone so delusional”

It’s night when he hears the call to drop anchors, he braces himself, waiting to be taken. They don’t have to wait too long, two men enter their cell, dragging him and Izzy out of the brig and up onto deck. He tries to keep his eyes on Izzy, if they’re separated it’s going to be a lot harder to save them both.

His heart breaks as he watches the man drag Izzy around like a rag doll, if, no when, they return to The Revenge, Izzy is going to get some solid pampering. They’re both shoved roughly onto a rowboat with five navy soldiers. This is it, time to enact the plan.

He thanks his lucky stars that those idiots didn’t think to restrain them again. Slowly maneuvering himself until he can steal the gun from the nearest soldier, thanking Lucius for teaching him how to pickpocket.

He has to time this right, the shots are going to alert the other soldiers both back on the ship and those on land. He looks to Izzy, giving him the nod that it’s about to start, one chance, one chance to save them. Firing the gun into the air, startling the soldiers on the rowboat who all reach for their guns, one of which realising his is now in Stede Bonnet’s hand. Stede uses his panic to his advantage, taking him out first, Izzy meanwhile is tussling with two soldiers, one of which ends up going overboard, Stede manages to get a shot on the other who lands with a splash into the sea around them.

He’s grabbed from behind, causing the boat to rock, he tries to elbow the man off him before he feels a sudden hot searing pain in his thigh, the bastard has stabbed him. A shot rings out, distracting them both, giving Stede the upper hand to shoot the man and push him into the water. He turns around just as the soldier Izzy was fighting lands into the water, that must have been what the shot was. He’s relieved to see that Izzy is still standing.

“Shit Bonnet, you really did it” Izzy says between breaths

“I guess I did” Surprised himself, but they’re not safe yet, they’ve drawn attention to themselves now with the shots, everyone on that island will be on high alert. He grabs the oars, immediately rowing them towards the island, hoping he can get them to a more desolate part where they can recover and plan their next move without being spotted. It’s dark, the only light from the moon, they’d thrown the oil lamps overboard so as to not draw attention to themselves, but it makes his job a hell of a lot harder.

His whole body aches and the pain in his thigh is increasing, but he can’t stop now, not when they’ve come so far. It seems like hours have passed by the time they reach land, but it’s still pitch black. He helps Izzy out of the boat before hiding it amongst some shrubbery, everything goes blurry for a second and he feels himself almost stumble before he can right himself.

“You alright Bonnet?” Izzy asks with what sounds like genuine concern.

He can’t have Izzy worrying about him, it feels wrong. “Me? Oh yeah I’m fine, just tired” Izzy doesn’t seem convinced but he luckily doesn’t press any further.

They manage to find an old abandoned building no bigger than a shed, but he doesn’t feel particularly picky right now, the dirt floor actually looks quite appealing to lie on. He’s overcome with that dizzy feeling again, everything goes black and he barely registers the sudden sharp pain in his shoulder.

“Bonnet? Shit.” are the last words he hears before unconsciousness overtakes him.

He awakes to an overall ache that seems to go deep into his bones, he tries to open his eyes but is immediately met with a light that makes his head pound. But he also feels a comfort and warmth that he hadn’t expected. When he can finally convince his eyes to remain open he can see that he’s now covered by a blanket, another one placed underneath between himself and the cold hard floor, he also notes that there’s a thin pillow under his head. His first thoughts are where did these items come from, and where the hell is Izzy.

He’s worrying about Izzy being recaptured, trying to convince his body to move when the door opens. He can’t put into words how relieved he is to see the man, something he never thought he would say.

The man immediately rushes over to him “Lay back down you idiot, you’re injured” his words come out harsh, a strange juxtaposition to his gentle hands guiding him back onto the pillow. “Why didn’t you tell me you were injured this badly you twat” he continues.

Stede doesn’t know whether it’s the harsh words, the pain or just a combination of everything that's happened over the past few days but he finds himself bursting into tears. Great, just another thing for Izzy to get angry at him about, he thinks. Sobs wrack through his body, each one jolting his injuries. He’s confused when he feels a warm hand on his shoulder and some sort of soft fabric on his face wiping his tears, instead of being told how pathetic he is.

“I’m sorry” he apologises once the sobs subside, he’s meant to be taking care of Izzy, instead he’s a sobbing wreck.

“It’s fine Bonnet”

It suddenly hits him that Izzy must have been the one to give him blankets and the pillow, but he can’t understand why. Maybe he just feels like he owes Stede after he saved them both. “You don’t have to” he finds himself saying.

“What?” Izzy looks confused at the statement

“You don’t have to help me, I’ll be fine”

Izzy shakes his head “You can be such an idiot”

“So I’ve been told” Stede replies, he’s heard that enough times.

Izzy growls in frustration, not with Stede but with himself, he’s always found it difficult to communicate. “I just mean, maybe I’m helping you because I want to, not out of any obligations or pity”

Stede blinks, not sure how to respond to that “Uhh okay then, thank you Izzy”

He watches as Izzy brings over a bucket of water, dipping a flannel in it before wiping it over his skin, taking extra care when he reaches the scars from the cat. It feels nice, to be cared for like this, even if it’s a bit weird that this care is coming from Izzy.

Izzy unfurls the bandage wrapped around his thigh “This happen on the rowboat?” he asks

“Yeah, one of them grabbed me from behind, stabbed me before I even realised what was happening” He doesn’t mention that he’d got slightly distracted by how hot Izzy had looked fighting those navy soldiers.

“You gotta be careful, your crew need you” I need you was left unspoken.

“I’ll be fine Izzy, I’ve got you haven’t I” hissing slightly when Izzy pours rum over his wound.

“Yeah, s’pose you have” offering a small smile as he applies a fresh bandage to the wound.

He helps Stede sit up, leaning him against the wall. “Here, eat this” handing him a chunk of bread.

“Where did you even get all this?”

“Did what any good pirate does, took what isn’t mine” he answered with a shrug, passing Stede the bottle of rum

“Were you at least careful, this island will be swarming with naval soldiers”

Izzy scoffed “I am capable you know Bonnet”

“I didn’t say you weren’t, I just worry”

Izzy seemed generally taken aback by that “You worry about me?”

“Course I do” He hadn’t meant to start worrying about the first mate, when he had first returned to The Revenge he had wanted to hate the man, had dreamt about killing him. Now he just wanted to protect the man, care for him in any way he would let him.

He’s starting to think that Izzy feels the same way, the man himself had said that he wants to take care of him. It’s probably the nicest thing Izzy had ever said to him. Had risked his life to steal things to help him, brought him blankets and a pillow to make him more comfortable.

Once he’s finished eating, Izzy helps him lay back down. “Have you slept?” he asks.

“I’m fine”

“That’s not what I asked Israel”

“No”

“Well come on then, opening the blanket for Izzy to join him”

“Bonnet I-“

“Izzy” he chastises “I need my first mate well rested”

“Fine” he relents, taking off his unicorn leg before laying down next to him on the blanket.

Stede moves his head so they can share the one pillow, they’re now so close he can hear Izzy’s breathing, it’s actually quite soothing. He tucks them both under the blanket. At some point their hands meet in the middle, fingers intertwining, neither man acknowledges it.

“I’ll get us back to The Revenge Izzy, I’ve done it once I can do it again”

Eventually they’ll find The Revenge again, relieved to see that all the crew made it back onto the ship, in return they’ll be relieved to see them. They’ll continue to sail as captain and first mate but also as partners. But for now, they’re here, together, and maybe that can be enough.

A/N This is my first time writing Stizzy, I hope I did okay. This is set sometime at the end of season 2 if the last couple episodes didn’t happen. This is written as Stizzy but feel free to interpret it as pre- Steddyhands if you so wish, maybe they retrieve Ed from his fishing on the way back who knows.

#ofmd #ofmd fanfic #ofmd stede #ofmd izzy #stizzy #stede x izzy #ofmd season 2

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dragonmuse · 1 year

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Hello! I’ve just been rereading the very first story in the series, and when Eddy’s been around for just about a week, Lucius says something to Stede along the lines of “You told me you were going to try being slutty!” That, coupled with the “he was dropped on his head as an adult” snipe, paint such a great picture of Stede and Lucius’ early friendship!! (Didn’t Lucius and Jim have to whisper and plan about Eddy’s reputation and business?) Do you have any extras or thoughts on those conversations or era ?

(Been holding onto this one for absolute ages and since I was enjoying some Lucius and Jim earlier this week, here's their friendship just really starting out)

For the first year that Lucius worked at the Revenge, Jim was one of the few people that he didn’t connect with. They were disinterested in flirtation, turned down offers of portraits when other options failed and generally exuded a low-level menace that Lucius usually would push through, but couldn’t find a chink in.

He knew, in theory, that they had some kind of sticky feelings underneath their shell. Anyone that spent that much time with Oluwande had to, especially if it was a romantic time. So mostly he admired them from afar and concentrated his efforts on the more interested.

Then Eddy had shown up.

Lucius had laid out his concerns in the dressing room and been mostly met with gentle dismissal.

Jim hadn’t laughed. Jim hadn’t smiled. Jim met his eyes in acknowledgement. In the span of seconds, they became a team. A week later, Jim rocked up to the bar, asked for their usual pre-show shot, down it then said,

“They haven’t left his place.”

“Could be a con,” Lucius muttered. “You got eyes on the money?”

“Some.”

“Keep it there.”

They did that for weeks, updating and checking in. Gradually Jim said other things. Mentioned a day trip with Oluwande or something they’d watched. When Lucius asked questions, they answered, perfunctory, but acknowledging. When he offered things in returned, he noticed how intently they listened, even if they didn’t always respond.

“Hey,” Lucius whispered one day. “You want to help get rid of a douchebag customer?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Okay, here’s the play. This guy comes in and orders a sloe gin fizz every Thursday, but he always has a dick comment when he does. He’s worse to the Swede, but I get them too. I’ve tried volleying back, but then he thinks it’s funny. Tried giving him nothing, doesn’t give up. So I’m thinking you can come behind the bar this time. I’ll make the drink, but you give it to him.”

“And?” Jim eyed him curiously.

“And then you let the spirit move you to what you think is best.”

“That’s your plan?”

“You are the plan. Have fun! Get creative!”

“All right then,” Jim’s smile was slow and edged. “I like it.”

The guy came in and Lucius signalled Jim, who was waiting when the guy came up to order.

“Who are you supposed to be?” The guy wrinkled his nose. “Shitty cowboy costume?”

“What do you want?” Jim stared him down.

“What kind of customer service voice is that? C’mon, gimme a smile and I’ll tell you.”

Lucius knew he was pulling quite the face, but luckily he had his back to the scene.

“No.”

“No?” The guy laughed. “I’m a regular customer here, sweetheart. Very respected.”

“You?” Jim’s voice dripped with disdain.

“Yeah, ask anyone!”

“Swede?” Jim barked. “You know this guy?”

And bless him, as if he’d been read into the scene, the Swede looked at the man with wide-eyed bewilderment.

“No? Maybe? Must I? Should I? Hold on! I’ll think of it….Alice!”

“Alice?” The guy growled.

“Allison? Last name?” The Swede tried again. “I’m so bad with names, I’m so sorry!”

“You’re fine,” Jim assured him and turned back to the guy. “Okay, so. You were saying?”

“I was saying,” the guy was getting annoyed now, shoulders tight. “That you should be treating customers with some respect!”

“Why?” Jim asked blankly.

“Because! That’s your job!”

“No,” Jim repeated.

“You’re in the service industry, you’re here to make customers feel good. It’s the most basic tenant of the job!”

“Oh. You’re confused,” Jim nodded.

“I am not!”

“Yes. You are,” Jim said gravely. “You think we care how you feel. We do not. You think we care if you come back. We do not.”

“I’ll leave a Yelp review that’ll get you shut down!”

“We have a four and a half star rating with about like… a hundred and fifty reviews?” Lucius couldn’t help, but jump in. “And the health inspector was here last week. Perfect grades.”

“I will make you regret this!” The guy seethed.

Jim leaned forward, their hand going casually into their pocket. Just enough to reveal a line of steel. The guy clearly did not come to Friday shows because the sight startled him.

“Please try.” Jim grinned, wide and toothy.

“You’re crazy! You’re all fucking crazy!” The guy backpedaled out. “You’ll never see my money or any of my friends money in here again!”

“Think he’s got friends?” Jim asked doubtfully as the guy almost knocked someone else over on his way out the door.

“None that I want to meet,” Lucius snorted. “You’re damn good at that, by the way.”

“It was fun. Let’s do it again sometime.”

They would do it often enough that Jim didn’t even have to flash steel at the end, a polished double act that scared people off without drawing the wrong kind of attention. By the time they’d both decided Eddy wasn’t a threat, they had settled into just straight up gossiping about them and Stede and the others. Not the usual scuttlebutt type secrets that Lucius would giggle over with Frenchie or the more salacious stories he’d share with Roach. Jim just liked to be in the know about people’s movements, something they had very deeply in common.

Their whisper network oversaw a lot of comings and goings over the years. No one suspected Jim of being one of the biggest information wells, but they were quiet and they listened and once they started working with Izzy, they got very good at research. Lucius always knew who to ask if he was missing a critical piece.

Together they kept the collective psyche of the Revenge as safe as they knew how.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #jim jimenez #lucius black

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witchyaeris · 2 years

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A Light Touch

Pairing: Izzy Hands x Reader

Word Count: 2095

Warnings: Smut, sub!Izzy and dom!reader, fem!reader , pain play, fingering, explicit sex

Synopsis: Izzy's been taking out his anger at Blackbeard's new relationship on the crew. You think maybe he just needs to get laid and offer to take his mind off things.

A/N: Long-time reader, first-time writer. I am also a lesbian so constructive criticism is very much appreciated. This little man has infested my mind, and I saw a TikTok that said he probably cries during sex so here it is. Babygirl Izzy in all his whiney glory.

Sequel: A Firm Hand

The boat rocks underneath you as the snores of your crewmates continue to keep you awake. Normally, you’d be snoring along with them but the past few days have been tense; Stede and Ed have been getting closer and Izzy’s been more vicious than usual. You roll your eyes and pick up your threadbare blanket and half empty pillow when Wee John lets out a particularly earth rattling one.

With nowhere else to go, you clamber up to the deck and go to find a clean nook to sleep in when out of the corner of your eyes you see a shadow. The moon is waning, but bright enough to illuminate the deck and the other side of the boat, behind a mast, you see a person. Dropping to the floor in suspicion, you slink around to make sure it's not an intruder. You grip your knife, and jump out at them, ready to kill the fucker.

Shit. It’s Izzy.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he spits out before you can even lower your knife.

“I’m so sorry, I thought everyone was asleep and you were a murderer coming to kill us.”

“Why-” He stops before he finishes the thought and shakes his head.

“Why are you up here? It’s late.” He sighs, turning away from you and going back to leaning on the edge of the Revenge.

“Needed a place to sleep and it’s nice out tonight. Could ask you the same thing.”

His shoulders tense and his ungloved hands visibly tighten in the faint light. He stays quiet and you study him for a moment . He has on his signature black, but is in a state of undress. His waistcoat is gone and his tanned chest is slightly exposed underneath his blouse. No longer wearing his tight leather outfit or brandishing his sword he looks smaller to you, less menacing. Strands of hair fall on his face and the lack of sleep is clear from the dark circles underneath his eyes.

“Nothing. Do what you want, I’ll head to bed soon.” Izzy says dismissively.

You begin to turn on your heel when something makes you stop. As much of an asshole as he is, it’s clear he’s heartbroken and agitated. Not to mention letting loose may remove the stick firmly lodged up his ass. The wood of the Revenge creaks as you take a step closer to him and reach over to touch his shoulder. You chew your lip and make gentle contact, which he jumps at. His head whips to look at you and notice his brows furrow in confusion, frown deepening.

“I thought I told you to fuck off.” He huffs, bothered that his midnight brooding has been interrupted again.

“Listen.. I know we may not be best friends-” you begin as he scoffs at you.

“And I don’t presume to know about your relationship with Blackbeard. But! I can tell something has been bothering you.”

His eyes harden in suspicion, jaw clenching at his captain’s mention. You step closer to him and put your hand back on his shoulder. His eyes flicker to your hand and then to your chest for a second, where your slightly opened shirt reveals large breasts unconstrained by the corset you normally wear. The bob in his Adam's apple is all the encouragement you need as your hand begins to fall from his shoulder and down his arm.

“When’s the last time you slept a full night? Or thought about anything other than him? We’ve all been on edge, Izzy.” You say looking into his deep green eyes.

He looks away and laughs joylessly. “And what can you do about it?”

You step close enough to smell his leathery woody musk and look into his eyes once more. Your hands fall on his chest as you lean in to kiss him half expecting to be yelled at or stabbed. Izzy freezes initially, thinking it’s a ploy before returning the kiss, hard. Your head is pushed back by the force momentarily before he grabs the back of your neck with both his hands. It’s needy and a mess of teeth and tongue, one of your hands holding his forearm to stay balanced. When you part, his pupils are blown out and his hands stay on your neck, cupping your jaw.

“Follow me.” He commands in his gravelly voice, stepping back and turning around quickly hoping you wouldn’t be able to see tent in his trousers. You could.

Both of you tiptoe throughout the ship before he opens the door to his room and pulls you in quickly. His room is nice; the size of Olu and Jim’s. The covers are messy and you notice the distinct lack of decoration. It’s bare except for some papers and extra weapons laying around.

“You sure about this?” He asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed untying his shoes.

You swear you see him fumble in excitement when you tell him “Fuck yes.”

Once you remove your shoes, you begin to shrug off your blouse when you notice Izzy staring.

“Hurry up.” you say with a smile as you slip off your underwear, savoring the power you hold over him.

By the time you finish undressing, he’s waiting patiently by the end of the bed, gripping and releasing the sheets. His legs are spread and you can finally get a proper look. His cock is wider than average and so hard it looks painful. The tip is already leaking precum and you wonder how long it’s been for him. Once you’re at the edge of the bed you get him to lay back with a push to the chest and straddle him. His tanned body is hard and muscular, scars from hundreds of battles covering his chest and stomach. His hands are roaming everywhere, kneading your thighs, pushing the hair from your face, using his thumbs to play with your nipples. He hisses when you grab his dick and all but sees heaven when you push the tip in. As you slowly sink onto him, his hands grip your hips tight enough to leave bruises and you hear the smallest whimper coming from his mouth.

“I don’t know how long I can last.” he gasps, looking up at you.

You lean forward far enough that his graying hair scratches your cheek as you whisper “I’ve got all night, Iz.”

You feel his cock twitch at the thought as you lift your hips for moment before being filled completely. His moans and gasps fill the room as you ride faster, relishing the sensation. Gripping you closer, he whines in your kiss, desperate to be touched

“I need to cum, please.” He groans, wrapping his arms around you and taking a nipple in his mouth.

“Inside,” you gasp. “Cum for me, Izzy” you say as your fingers tangle in his hair and your hips meet his. He pushes you down onto him as his dick releases ropes of cum, hips stuttering until he’s empty. In a daze, he lifts his head from your nipple and releases his vice like grip on your body. His dick softens, but he keeps you locked on his lap, reluctant to let you move an inch.

“Such a good boy.” You smirk and grab his chin roughly. He blinks lazily up at you, and sweaty from exertion.

“You act so vicious and violent but you really just want to be ruined don’t you? Made to submit through pleasure… or pain.”

Almost immediately as the word leaves your lips his entire body tenses under you with a sharp inhale. Pushing his head to the side, you lick a stripe from his collarbone to his neck eliciting a shiver before you plant a kiss on his shoulder and bite hard enough to leave a mark. Izzy’s voice is hoarse as he moans your name, his hips bucking into you harshly before his hands fly to your waist to hold you in place. Lifting your hips to slide off his cock, you lay on the bed next to him as he catches his breath. You turn towards each other and his hand reaches out to hold your face as you kiss. As the kiss deepens, you feel him get between your legs, dick bobbing against his stomach in anticipation.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” He says looking down on you, getting a good look at the glistening folds dripping a mixture of his and your cum.

He positions the tip and your entrance and watches enraptured as you slowly swallow up his dick, your heat almost burning. He wastes no time and starts pumping inside you as hard as he can. In this angle, he’s hitting your g-spot, tightening the knot in your stomach with every thrust. One hand is holding your leg above his shoulder while the other is rubbing your pussy; which he’s being surprisingly gentle with considering how vicious he’s pounding into you. Your moans are reaching a crescendo when you put your arms around him and dig your nails in his flesh. The reaction is immediate, he lets out the most pathetic noise you’ve ever heard before dropping his head on your chest and slowing his thrusts.

“ Aww, that was adorable Izzy.” you say as you pull your nails down quickly leaving scratches along his back.

“You’re so pretty like this, singing from my touches and absolutely falling apart. I’d like to keep you.”

“Please.” He whispers before reaching his hand back down to your clit.

His punishing pace resumes while his fingers bring you closer to orgasm. His eyes don’t leave your body for a second, enraptured, memorizing every detail. How your tits bounce with every thrust, the flush on your cheeks, the way you fit together perfectly. Your hands tangle into the sheets behind you as you shout a chorus of “Oh God” and “Yes Izzy, more”.

He pulls out all the way before slamming his full length and hips into you, intent on your pleasure. At once you feel the knot snap and your entire body jerks as you feel the most earth shattering orgasm you’ve had in years. Spots dance around your vision before you can remember to breathe. Izzy is right after you, spilling inside you with a sob as your muscles squeeze him tighter. Your moans intermingle as you come down and he grabs your face to kiss you before he pulls out. Tear tracks all over his face, you wipe them away gently, thumbing the x on his cheek.

He’s not gone for long as you feel him begin to kiss your inner thigh, his gray goatee tickling the sensitive skin. You can hear him growl as he inhales your scent, placing slow, gentle kisses near your core.

“May I?” He asks, looking up at you for approval before diving in. He was licking like a madman, eager to taste every drop of you. You grab fistfuls of his hair while he drinks you and holds you tightly in place. You’re almost screaming his name as his fingers curl inside you and his tongue finds your clit, already sensitive and swollen. You buck uncontrollably into his mouth, his eyes watch your every move, unable and unwilling to look away. When you finally reach your breaking point, your whole body tenses and the release is indescribable. The floor is pulled out from under you and Izzy eagerly laps up your cum, groaning every time your hands tighten on his hair.

You lay panting for a moment before he gets a cloth to clean you up with. Gently, he wipes the sweat of your brow and cleans the mess you made of each other. As you stand up to get dressed, he quickly bends down to swipe at something where he was kneeling before grabbing his trousers. He came while eating me out? God, this is going to be fun.

Turning to look at each other at the same time, it's quiet for a moment.

“I guess I’ll go back to the deck.” you say with a small smile.

“Stay… If you like.” he mumbles in his deep voice, too embarrassed to look at you after being so vulnerable.

He gets into bed and you climb in next to him, blowing out the lamp before he lays his head on your chest.

“Thank you.” he whispers, hands sneaking into your shirt to wrap his arm around your skin. You kiss the top of his head and run a hand through his hair before sleep takes both you.

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