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bowieandqueen11 · 6 months

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Fickle Bird / Izzy Hands Imagine

Request: Would you be willing to do another spicy Izzy hands x reader ? Loved your previous stories!!

Thank you so much!! I'm always happy to see how much people enjoying reading for Izzy :) Assigned babygirl by the fandom and I am here for it,

Warning: This is smutty as heck, so 18+ only please!!! Sexual biting, sexual allusions and strong language!

(I do not own OFMD or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @unwanted-animal.)

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Izzy Hands was becoming irritatingly querulous.

It had taken him far too many hours of laboriously hard work to finally pull you away from your crewmates. Every time you turned your head, he had been right there behind you. Doing his best to throw you sad eyes, hanging his head and ostentatiously ducking out of your line of vision as if he were plagued by tenebrous shrouds. He had tugged at your collar while Stede Bonnet's crew were idly mulling around, pretending to do their assigned chores on deck; he had done his best to subtly lead you away from Lucius, growing more and more irritated by each passing second you ignored his advances and continued your conversation.

He had wrapped his arms around your waist, jutting his chin into your shoulder as you did your best to shake him off and clear up your friend's dinner plates with Roach. Even though a sharp jab at his ribs got him to take a sheepish step back. running a glove through his hair to slick it back with an imperceptible look bored into the side of your cheek, you did your best to ignore the phantom chills of his stout fingers caressing carelessly over your stomach.

By the end of the night, he was two seconds away from hauling you over his shoulder and throwing the two of you into the ball room; as clouds steamed out of his ears, the visualisation of slamming the door shut with the heel of his boot and taking you right there and then, with stupid Lucius Spriggs being able to hear, was getting far too enticing.

Israel Hands had always been flighty. Impatient. Agitated, when it came to you. You had always known him to be: ever since your tenure on the great Captain Blackbeard's vessel almost five years ago now, Izzy had been protective over you and your relationship. Fear bore jealousy: a heart-breaking self-conscious disposition masked behind layers of seething hardness spawned only the animosity of Stede Bonnet's crew, and served to hinder his plans all the more.

As much as you did enjoy teasing the man, you knew that even he had his limit.

Which is how you found yourself nearly flown, well, more like catapulted to the other side of the beach during one of Bonnet's 'stupid fucking dilly-dallies around the poncy parts of Tangerine Cove', as your ever sweet significant other had put it. Before Buttons could even step foot on the shore: before Lucius could even settle down underneath a palm tree to sketch Black Pete, who had carefully positioned his near naked body to be splayed out against the foamy bubbles like a starfish, before Frenchie had even managed to haul the rest of Wee John's gunpowder out onto the strand, Izzy hand taken your hand tightly in his, his grip ready to pop your fingers like sea grapes.

You only laughed as the two of you ran, kicking sand across your feet as you scurried after him and towards an incredibly conspicuous, raggedy looking wall of orange lichen eaten stones placed as a make-shift border between the stretches of beach. Izzy didn't say a word. Instead he almost seemed to glide in front of you, as if beaks were pecking at his feet, threatening to perch upon a bough in his heart and thrum; he knew, if he couldn't make it behind these stones right now, his frail soul was about to snap under the weight of it all.

The intensity of his gaze as he helped you step over the ring was enough to take your breath away.

He sinks to his knees before you, wasting no time in knocking you to the scything sand; his hand splays out against your stomach and pushes you gruffly, until you've fallen onto your bottom and he has easy access to your legs. He whimpers as he hitches them up, frantically lining your ankles with wet kisses and hot, open-mouthed bruises as he wraps them around his neck. His hands are soft, so tender, yet they claw into your skin as he begins to knead the muscles of your calves. You can feel him inch closer and closer - his hands winding down your inner thighs until they're resting on your inner legs, thumbs tantalisingly close to stroking your panty line.

'Is this alright... sweetheart', he asks breathlessly, pressing his fingers down into the meat of your hips until his full weight his almost exclusively leaning against your stomach. He leans forward to nip against your mouth.

'Hmm- hmph', you jolt as you feel Izzy guide his hand further down towards your growing heat. 'Oh god yes. I swear, I was about to explode on that ship. As much as I appreciate the new company, especially with how cranky Edward has been recently, it's so hard between the two crews merging and escaping the English to find a moment alone.'

'Says the little tease. 'Oh Lucius, you're so funny, and I love your hair. And you're such a great drawer. You should draw me some time, and we should skip off into the sunset'-'

The back of his head is suddenly jolted up as you grasp onto the strands of hair near his crown. His mouth shudders at the feeling, opening and closing like a blubbering fish. Like a swallow caught in a trap. You graze your fingernails down to the nape of his neck apologetically, not before chiding him with a humoured 'jealousy has never suited you, Israel Hands. Now shut up and put that mouth to better use, before I go take Pete's place.'

He growls at you, baring his teeth, but you can tell by the way he gets straight to work that he takes your jesting as light-hearted. He lets the words wash over his head: right now, he was busy burying himself within you; his nose glides across the pulse point jittering through your neck, his eyes heavy and lidded as he barely breaths. Barely moves.

The little flirt. He was trying to get his own back.

He just rests there, just lets you shiver under the short pants that roll off his tongue and fan out across your collar bone, his teeth daring to dart out every so often and graze across the skin by your earlobe. His lips continue their ghostly ravishing, finally coming to a stop by cautiously hovering over your racing heartbeat.

You were getting far too impatient. The feel of your hands scrambling down to tug at his thigh holster would almost had made him laugh, if it hadn't been for the fortuitous brush of the side of your palm against his growing bulge.

But two can play at that game. You almost want to scream when he cocks his head up to throw you a shit-eating grin, before the flat part of his tongue licks out to swirl against the top of your left bosom.

'If you don't- hmph- if you don't stop, someone is going to catch u-oh-'. Your reprimands were astutely silenced by Izzy with a teasingly light stroke of his pointer and middle finger down the thin material covering your groin. He made sure to drag his thumb behind, digging in against the material a little harsher with it, until you could almost feel the rugged tip of his fingernail inside you.

'Oh, fuck off. If you're any louder, even the fucking sirens will start popping up to see what that... titillating sound is.'

If Izzy wasn't too busy running the flat edge of his tongue up the seam of your inner leg, you would have had half a mind to shove him off you right there and then.

'Stop complaining.'

He drags his thumb along his lips before popping it in his mouth, sucking at the leather. His eyes never leave yours as his teeth clench into the material, tugging it off and throwing it blindly behind his back. The feeling of the coarse pad being suddenly replaced by a warm, firm fingertip against the outside of your folds was enough to make you buck your hips up in wild euphoria.

This man. He was going to drive you absolutely mad.

'Even I didn't think you were such a squirmy little thing', he states with a calculated grin. 'Didn't take much for you to fall apart in front of me, now, did it? Never does though, to be fair.'

'Oh, you're one to talk. One more - mmph- one more sad look in my direction and I would have pinned you to the floor in front of Bonnet's crew. You're proper needy, aren't you? Couldn't- couldn't wait- couldn't stop begging-'

He was far too impertinent for your persiflage. God, how he had wanted this-how he had wanted you for far longer than his dogged soul was willing to admit. It had near driven him to that sweet, twilight chasm of madness: sent him tumbling over the edge until he was near plagued, near driven to his knees to beg for forgiveness for his loving sin at your placating shrine. He was almost about to burn with embarrassment, but Israel Hands was too far gone to care.

Instead, he swallows thickly before taking your hand, cupping it around his neck. Then he whimpers, and the two of you are really in it then.

'I would let you fucking wreck me, you know that?', he chokes out from behind gritted teeth, trying to stop the pulsating feeling aching in the pit of his stomach.

'Sweet man', you reach up to brush his cheek with your free hand, and he almost recoils at the touch. 'You're safe with me Iz. Always. You don't have to hide what you want.'

He cups his fingers over your own: he can barely stop them from contracting over your knuckles as he throws his head back to the heavens and closes his eyes in contentment. His body starts squirming then, the heat from your fingertips making every nerve ending down the back of his spine alight, and he can't help - doesn't want to stop the way he starts rocking his hips back and forth across your legs. The lust seems to be radiating off his glowing cheeks as he furrows his eyebrows in blissful agony.

He drags his free hand down your arm until he reaches the scabbard to the right of his stomach. You poke the inside of your lip with your tongue, watching the sharp edge slice across the air to be placed, with a precision only wrought with a extensive practice, to lay underneath the cold metal bravely guarding your chest. With a quick whip of his wrist, off your blouse went: the first button soared through the air without Izzy needing to even open his eyes. But as he peeked one open and saw the line of tantalising skin grow wider down your rising breast, all semblance of restrained self-mastery fled from his brain.

The rest were ripped open by a clenched glove. You were surprised none of the rest of the crew popped their heads up at the sound: the rip of cotton material being shredded straight across your jiggling bosoms, your buttons flying off like mini cannonballs being struck into the unsuspecting shifts of sand.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how your legs imperceptivity clenched together at the way he subconsciously wet his bottom lip, his nose scrunching up as he nearly snarled at the sight of the unhampered skin freed from your tight blouse.

He's voracious as he bites down like a starved stray and pierces the edge of your right breast with his front teeth. The faint sunlight blinds your eyes and makes you see pockets of stars as he begins sucking like his very soul depended on it, burying his head right in line with your sternum.

Wanting to return the favour, you let your free hands wander down. Hiking up the fringes of his shirt, you let your hands wander over the taut muscles of his abdomen, smiling to yourself as you feel goose bumps prick up to meet your cool palms. Izzy pants against your nipple, which in turn makes it harden as his hot breath breezes past. Giving you an idea, you run your hand up past the fine silver hairs of Izzy's happy trail, to experimentally roll the pad of your thumb over the man's left nipple.

What you weren't expecting, however, was for him to collapse on top of you.

The groan that muffled out past the fist he tried to shove into his mouth was inhuman. Was damn sinful. All he can do while he lets the overpowering rush of desire coarse through his veins is to quieten the sound with your awaiting lips; he's trembling against you, and so you reassure him with a languid massage of your tongue against his own. His hand tried to flail away as he finally feels you probe around his teeth, but you catch it easily, pressing it firmly against your fluttering heart. With a final tug, you finally manage to stumble your way through the loops of his trouser buttons.

His hips judder forward until he prods awkwardly against the bottom of your abdomen, leaving a slick wetness smeared against the buckle of your belt. He grimaces, a thin line of saliva glistening between you as he pulls his head back to look down at the disturbance. His nostrils flare as he buries his hands into two clefts in the rocks either side of your head, and does his best to try and control the painful contortions of his face. A low whistle still manages to catch in the back of his throat as he gazes down at the milky seepage he has left behind, running in smooth drips down your bellybutton and smearing it with each jolt of your desperate hips against his, further and further down against your hip line. The muscles in his face fall as if he were in a trance: as if he were a man possessed.

'I-I care for you. You know that.' He can barely meet your eye in fear that you'd be repulsed by the sweetness - by the fondness that has flooded through them, feeling the gilded shadows that veiled his sight begin to lift.

You reach up and let your pointer finger gingerly trace over the outline of the swallow tattoo inked into the side of his neck. 'I know. I love you too, Israel Hands.'

God, you were going to be the end of him. And if he weren't so blinded by it, he would have been more than satisfied to sink into the depths of oblivion with you seared into his irises: the last mirage, the last vision of a life he had could never have. Of a love he had not earnt.

But he was stubborn, and his talons refused to stop clinging onto hope.

It must have been quite a sight: the perched rocks quaking as something pounded sloppily against them, the cacophony of breathless, gasping whines as your clawed hand tried to reach back and hold desperately onto the sharp jags above your head.

'Should we... should we do something about that?', Roach asks, looking quizzically around at his friends and dropping the stick he had been chasing the Swede around with a moment before onto the beach.

Lucius, squints his eyes warily, and shakes his head in disgust. 'Nah. I'm leaving that one for the Captain to handle.'

'I think he's too busy getting his own, uh, stuff handled by Blackbeard', Jim pipes in, doing their best to hide their roguish smile as the sound of you screaming Izzy's name grew louder and louder, no matter how well you were trying to stifle it by shoving your mouth into his shoulder blade and biting down, and no matter how well Izzy was drowning it out with the harshness of his own grunts.

'Actually', Lucius thumps the end of his pencil against his chin and begins to grin menacingly. 'This might come in very useful. Looks like Dizzy Izzy, or should I say Izzy the Rasper won't be making poor old Lucius scrub anything else while he's on board.'

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dramatic-shitpost-poet · 5 months

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Should I make Izzy x reader headcanons and fanfic..? I have many whump feelings about hims

#izzy hands #izzy hands smut #izzy hands x reader #jizzy izzy #izzy ofmd #ofmd izzy #ofmd izzy hands #israel hands

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dixxiemaegraphics · 1 year

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I started out trying to do quick gesture sketches of Izzy, and I ended up going all out on this one. Oops.

#izzy hands #izzy hands art #izzy hands smut #ofmd fanart

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dorklordsatan · 2 years

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Howdy cowboys ! Here’s the first chapter of my Izzy Hands x Reader fic! I’ll be updating every few days ! ^_^

#izzy hands x reader #Izzy hands #Izzy hands smut #ofmd #ofmd x reader

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discordsmuse · 7 months

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Discordsmuse Masterlist

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Hello friends! Finally putting together a masterlist to make it easier for you guys to find all my fanfics here since I only post to AO3!

These will be organized by fandom and character.

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Baldur's Gate 3

Halsin

dance me to the end of love, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav and Halsin admit to their feelings post-Moonrise and fuck on a balcony.

Silence, NSFW/18+ : Fem!Tav and Halsin fuck in a closet

Do Unto Others, NSFW/18+ : Fem!Tav wants to give Halsin some attention and convinces him to let her be the giver for once.

Enver Gortash

body more than just a flesh, you can sell it for success, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav is invited to dinner with the Archduke and things get a little heated.

i will give you all that you need, NSFW/18+: Sequel to the above, Fem!Tav and Gortash bathe together before Enver gets a little handsy.

gracious men are those who suffer, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav and Enver w/ a free use kink.

legacy with no memory, NSFW/18+: Fem!Durge and Enver Gortash w/a pregnancy kink

I wanna know my god, At least enough to fear Her, NSFW/18+: Fem!Durge and Gortash have a lil bit of hate sex

Gale Dekarios

be my nightfire, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav catches Gale mid-alone time. Feelings and sex ensue.

Abdirak

sanctify you bedsheets with the sweat along your hips, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav is fascinated by Abdirak and nervously asks him to teach her about Loviatar.

Raphael

delightful little detour, NSFW/18+: Canon rewrite for what happens when Fem!Tav tells Raphael he's bad at sex.

Let the Dream Begin, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav/Raphael Phantom of the Opera AU, slowburn

Office Hours, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav/Raphael College AU

Rolan

i wanna have a home, i wanna share it, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav and Rolan get together post-saving the tieflings from moonrise.

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Pirates of the Caribbean

Hector Barbossa

The Pirate Lord, NSFW/18+: Barbossa/Reader post-Elizabeth being kinged.

All That Glitters, NSFW/18+: Longform Barbossa/Reader canon rewrite pre-CotBP

Liar's Bet, NSFW/18+: Longform Barbossa/Reader canon rewrite during CotBP and DMC

feel the edges start to burn, NSFW/18+: Barbossa/Reader where reader is friends w/Carina

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Harry Potter

Severus Snape

isn't it lovely (all alone), NSFW/18+: Snape/Reader closet sex

no death in rebirth, NSFW/18+: Snape/Reader longform amnesia oneshot

Brought to Life, NSFW/18+: Snape/Reader marauder's era classmates to lovers lol

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Dead by Daylight

Canon/Canon

Contention, NSFW/18+: Ace/Meg against a tree hatesex

Breaking Point, NSFW/18+: Megmillan first time

It's Alright, Teen/16+: The survivors and killers recover post-entity

Anna/The Huntress

Not so much taming as growing accustomed, Mature/16+, Huntress/Reader friendship to lovers

Herman Carter/The Doctor

Untethered, NSFW/18+, The Doctor/Reader where reader annoying him but in the fun, bratty way

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Resident Evil Village

Karl Heisenberg

Business Partners with Benefits, NSFW/18+: Heisenberg/Reader where reader is Moreau's niece

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Spider Man

Dr. Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

Working Overtime, NSFW/18+: Otto/Reader where reader is his lab assistant

Bedside Manner, NSFW/18+: Otto/Reader where reader is Doc Ock's lover

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Labyrinth

Jareth the Goblin King

Midsummer, NSFW/18+: Jareth/Reader at the midsummer fae ball

don't leave me lonely, NSFW/18+: Jareth/Reader sequel to Midsummer

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The band Ghost

Papa Emeritus IV/Cardinal Copia

Better Than, NSFW/18+: Copia/Reader where he's a little insecure about Terzo being better than him

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Dracula

Dracula (lol)

Nice Costume, NSFW/18+: Dracula/Reader in a modern setting at a party

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Our Flag Means Death

Israel Hands

we do get desperate, now and again, Mature/16+: Fem!Reader/Izzy hurt/comfort unrequited love.

i wanna be yours, Mature/18+: Fem!Reader/Izzy first time together

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The Quarry (2022)

Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney

• fell in love with the fever, Explicit/18+: Travis and Laura are forced to spend some time together 6 months after the incident.

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This list will grow/change as I write more :D Thanks for reading!

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tangerinesgirl · 6 months

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Everyone saying how they like all the soft Izzy fanfic emerging from s2, yes great, but I'm here for the SMUT like...

We need more Izzy smut 😭 Con even said he reads it on public transport, we need to make more for him!

#izzy hands #israel hands #our flag means death #smut #ofmd izzy #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd #ofmd 2 #izzy ofmd #izzy our flag means death

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vroomvroomwee · 7 months

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Con O'Neil giggling and kicking his feet rn with the knowledge that in a few days the Izzy training scenes are gonna come out and the fandom will explode

#and also the smut it will produce #ourflagmeansdeath #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands

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maveragical · 7 months

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The ofmd smut artists' dedication to making at least 40% of their art ftm is so honorable. Keep doing the lord's work yall

#ofmd #ofmd art #ofmd blackbeard #ofmd fanart #trans stede #trans izzy hands #trans ed #ofmd smut

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seafoam-inserts · 10 months

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the amount of izzy/reader in this fandom is still kinda surprising to me-- in the good way! like, we took the canonical unrequited love guy and decided to give him love ourselves! we're giving him hugs and kissies! we're taking him dancing! we're friends, lovers, qpps, co-first mates! thats /so/ cool!

#if i put this in the character tag do u prommy to be polite abt it?#usual warning that i post smut here #but i can be soft abt that old man occasionally #ed voice: you're all fuckin lunatics; i love it #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands

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kayjaydee17 · 6 months

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There are two wolves inside you. One wants to see Izzy Hands on his knees, broken down into nothing, begging Daddy for punishment because he's so small and useless, absolutely nothing, his degradation kink visible from the sun.

The other wants to see Izzy Hands as the leather daddy he is, wielding softness and sternness to keep his boy on his toes, just a little off balance; all smooth cruelty and soft touches and leather gloves.

#izzy hands #our flag means death #I am having a fucking moment about Izzy smut right now okay #hornyposting

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izzyspussy · 1 year

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So for horny Izzy asks, consider the following- Izzy and Stede kissing which escalates to making out which escalates to frotting between that curtain Izzy leans on in episode 6 so sexy like. Like Izzy is leaning on the curtain and Stede jumps up and kisses him and things escalate from there.

[EXPLICIT]

Izzy gives up on whatever intimidation he'd been attempting less than halfway through it. He's not good at it unless he's got a sword in his hand and the understanding of the other party that he'll use it - or else Edward at his back - and after months more on this godforsaken boat after everything, he doubts Bonnet would be cowed regardless. Whether out of stupidity or courage, Izzy supposes it doesn't particularly matter anymore.

He sighs, lets his shoulders drop, and just stands there a moment. He could try a different tack, but he's not really very good at anything else either. His only hope is to be forthright and earnest and just hope Bonnet feels generous.

"I just want-" He's cut off when Bonnet surges forward. Izzy snaps his mouth shut and flinches preemptively, but Bonnet doesn't snap an elbow into Izzy's nose nor rip the curtain aside to slam him against the archway like Izzy is expecting.

Instead, his lips land on Izzy's through the curtain, shockingly soft after the abruptness of how he'd moved. Izzy gasps, breathing in Stede's breath filtered through the sheer fabric.

"What the fuck?" he says, much quieter than he intends, with all his consonants filed down into safe blunted points.

"Well," Stede starts, tone officious and reasonable. He must not have actually had any excuse prepared, though, because he doesn't finish. He shrugs minutely, and kisses Izzy again.

Izzy - for whatever reason - allows it. He leaves his lips lightly parted where they'd fallen in his initial shock and lets Stede wet the fabric between them until it sticks. Slowly, hesitantly, mind spinning wondering what the fuck he's doing - why the fuck - Izzy starts to kiss back.

Stede doesn't give Izzy even a moment to comprehend his own actions. He makes a rough, aggressive noise in the back of his throat and shoves his tongue forward into - well, sort of into Izzy's mouth. Izzy helpfully bites down when he pulls away, keeping the pocket of fabric in his mouth so that Stede can press more in on his next thrust. So he can actually get inside. Stede does so after not even the space of a single breath.

The curtain is pressed flat up against the roof of Izzy's mouth, adding a rough and falsely delicate texture to the smooth, bold passes of Stede's tongue. It's a kiss that should be wet and sloppy, that is made drier but much sloppier from the fabric soaking up their spit. Izzy's chin and cheeks are slick with it, his beard wetted as if he's been mouthing at a cunt instead. It's strange to be gagged but not gagged. Makes Izzy's head spin faster.

Stede wraps his arms and the curtain around Izzy, a reinforced gossamer cocoon that makes Izzy feel small and contained and unhidden. He moans, his voice embarrassingly high. Stede groans back. His grip tightens around him almost to the point of pain.

Izzy tries his best to cling back despite the resistance - bondage, really - of the curtain wrapped around him. Around his upper body he's all but fully bound, but below the circle of Stede's arms the curtain still hangs mostly loose. In lieu of arms around his shoulders or hands at his waist, Izzy hooks a leg over Stede's hip. Obligingly, Stede shifts his grip to hold Izzy by the ass. The curtain rod creaks ominously. Stede squeezes.

They press together as closely as they can, the curtain alternately slipping and straining between them. It's wet around almost the entirety of Izzy's face now, gone sheerer there because of it. Stede's expression is less obfuscated now. Izzy can see the somewhat wry tilt of his mouth in between every new kiss - and the wild heat in his eyes above that. He does look a bit crazed there, after all. He scrapes his teeth along Izzy's jaw, harder than Izzy would have expected of him if he'd ever thought about it. He bites Izzy's lip twice as hard as that. The curtain goes slicker, hotter, coppery as Izzy's own blood bleeds along the fibers into his mouth.

The both of them make strangled, animal noises when their groins finally meet. Stede's cock is hard, obvious and hot through the thin fabric of his prissy little breeches - less rich by half than what he used to wear, and stolen, but still. He rubs himself between Izzy's legs, aggressive here too, not so much rough as insistent. Izzy groans again, whines, grinds forward just as firmly. There's a desperation in him he's only ever felt in terror before, but without a trace of that familiar fear. He's losing his mind. Whatever madness Stede has that makes him such a lucky fucking idiot, he's passed it on to Izzy.

The curtain, it seems, could only handle one madman at a time. To a background of pops, snaps, and rips, the swaddling around Izzy's upper half loosens. The curtain is tearing free of its eyelets and wooden rungs. It doesn't seem Stede notices at first - and Izzy has no plans to alert him. He rolls his hips into Izzy, Izzy struggling to get the angle right so he can actually get some friction through these inflexible fucking trousers-

Stede stops. Izzy growls roughly, scraping out his throat. If Stede puts a stop to this to throw a fit over his fucking curtain when he's the one who fucking started it, Izzy might actually tear his fucking head off of his stupid, unexpectedly strong shoulders. But it seems the curtain is not Stede's concern.

He stutters, "You're- You're not getting-?"

"I don't have one," Izzy corrects quickly. "I'm- Keep going." Stede still hesitates, and Izzy takes the moment to stop his head going round, to take a fucking second to breathe. He pulls back - just barely. Stede is hunched over to reach Izzy's mouth with his, so when their noses brush so do their foreheads.

"Or," Izzy says. "You could let me in."

He lets Izzy in, and acquaints himself very well with the ways Izzy's body does show its arousal.

Izzy expects Stede to take the curtain down, later, replace it. But he leaves it up, torn and blood stained. Practically shows it off, in that annoying, manipulative, implicit way he has. Smug. Real fucking proud of himself any time he catches Izzy's eyes stuck there.

#jack facts #jack chats #this ask is from ten thousand years ago lmao #anyway #smut sunday #my fic #ofmd #stizzy #izzy hands #stede bonnet #lemon

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ayashitetsuko · 5 months

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Izzy had to go on a business trip. He told his spouse Jim about this on their afternoon walks, and Jim was unexpectedly excited: their girlfriend Archie would be in the same city at the same time.

“Please, you two should hang out!”

Izzy didn’t give an answer right away. Sure, not a bad idea. He liked Archie; he approved of her relationship with Jim. Heck, they had had threesomes a few times. But he was still unsure about going out with Archie without Jim.

“Yeah, okay.” But he remained vague with the answer and did not do anything to follow up.

Jim was over the moon. They even offered to arrange the accommodations after the two’s business in the city was done. “Ooooh this is cool, you get to spend the weekend together!” Their group chat was filled with these messages. It was almost as if Jim shipped their girlfriend and husband.

The trip happened. Jim sent both of them to the airport. For the first few days, Archie and Izzy were busy with work matters. They called Jim back home to talk about their day, separately.

It wasn’t until the last day of work that Archie sent this pic to their group chat with the message: “Otw to steal your husband”

“OMG pls do yasssss”

“You two are aware that I’m not a dead object, right?”

“Lol sorry papi x”

“S ok birdie xx otw to pick up the devil now”

“Hey I heard that”

So Izzy went to see Archie. He hugged and kissed her lightly on the lips when they met, but otherwise they acted just like good friends when they went for dinner. Even when they checked in at the hotel, they opted for twin bed. So on the first night, they slept on separate beds. Nothing happened.

Jim was disappointed.

“You shared a room and nothing happened!? Que!? Why? 😢”

“Ah we’re tired, sweetheart. Old bones.”

“Birdie, have you fed Jojo?”

“Jojo is fine! I need you guys to talk!”

“We talked. Unless talk is how you married couples are calling it these days.”

“GAH!”

Archie and Izzy just laughed. They went on to do more touristy things that day. Checking out the biggest bookstore in town (“Birdie, are you sure you don’t want this special edition Star Wars thing?” // “😤”), buying chocolate for people at home (“How many nieces do you actually have at home?” // “Ah, that’s me, I’m my own niece”).

That night, something quite different happened.

Archie and Izzy went for a drink and after a few glasses, and their laughter became unbearable, they found themselves sitting closer to each other—none of them tried to move farther when their skin accidentally brushed. Izzy even moved slightly closer to Archie; he began to speak to her in whispers. At some point, he playfully traced the skin in her upper arm.

Archie knew what this meant. “Wanna go back and make your little spouse’s dream come true?”

Izzy chuckled. He pulled Archie closer when he felt her arms on his shoulders. “I have an idea. Let’s go back now.” The two of them kissed. “We’ll make this fun.”

Later, in the wee hours, as they slept with Jojo by their side, Jim received something on their phone.

It was a video.

It opened with a scene of Archie lying on her stomach. She was obviously naked. “Hey babe. Someone wants to say hi.” Then Izzy appeared on camera, exactly behind Archie. He did nothing but to kiss Archie’s naked shoulder and winked at the camera. “Wish you were here, babe.” Then Archie placed her phone in such a way that it was able to record everything that she and Izzy were doing; all their activities in clear view.

Jim bit their fingers in excitement when they saw their husband pulling Archie’s hair as he fucked her from behind. They squealed happily whenever Archie and Izzy kissed. When the two reached orgasm, Jim screamed so loudly that it kicked Jojo off the bed.

The cat walked away from its owner. He stared back at Jim with a judging, disapproving look.

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Read my Archie x Izzy x Jim smut here.

#izzy hands #modern au #jim jimenez #ficlet #ofmd fics #archie ofmd #polyamory #smut #fluff

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