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God I’m gonna regret this, but this image has been holding my brain hostage all week and I have to share that with you I’m so sorry #ofmd #izzyhands
@IzzyCanyon β€œMine again, Izzy,” Stede pants ten minutes later, grinning wolfishly.
β€œYours,” Izzy concedes, letting Stede press him to the wall.
β€œMine,” Stede repeats, grin faltering, eyes on the mark he left earlier. β€œMine,” he whispers, eyes now on Izzy’s lips.

@IzzyCanyon No, Izzy thinks. β€œStings a little,” he says aloud, feigning a minute wince. Stede beams with pride at him, and lowers his hand.
β€œAnother round, then? Let’s see where else I can prick you!” He grins infuriatingly, already picking up his sword.

Yes, Izzy thinks, sliding off Stede in a flush of exhilaration. Let's.

@IzzyCanyon It's a mere scratch, won't even be visible in a day or two, but Stede considers it with utter fascination.
"Does it hurt?" he inquires quietly, finger still hovering, nearly touching the bruised flesh.
@IzzyCanyon β€œI might've believed that, if you weren't more sweat than man right now,” Stede counters, eyebrow smugly lifted. β€œOh... and a bit of blood, too.”
He raises a finger and lets it hover near the thin, red stripe he’s left on Izzy’s abdomen.

@IzzyCanyon

β€œHave I caught you off-guard, First Mate Hands?” Stede purrs, fighting to keep his excitement at bay. Izzy only smirks, grabs Stede’s hips firmly & rolls them over until Stede’s pinned to the floor beneath him. β€œNice work, Bonnet. Maybe I’ll actually TRY to beat you next time.”

#IzzyIsMicroFic
β€œYou’ve lost your ring,” Bonnet remarked.
β€œMust’ve fallen somewhere,” Izzy lied. Bonnet fiddled with his sleeve momentarily; then, he leaned over & fixed something to Izzy’s tie – one of the sequins from his coat.
β€œWouldn’t want you to lose your spark,” he smiled.
#IzzyIsMicroFic
"Why do you let him do this to you?" Frenchie asks, dabbing a foul-smelling mixture on Izzy's freshly bruised face.
"So he doesn't do it to you," Izzy answers quietly. Frenchie stops & stares; then he presses a soft kiss on Izzy's cheek & starts singing to him.
#IzzyIsMicroFic It took just 5 minutes, even with all the kissing. β€œThere,” Ed grinned, sitting back proudly in Izzy’s lap. β€œYou’re really stuck with me now, mate.” β€œAnd you with me,” Izzy chuckled, wincing slightly at the sting of the fresh X on his cheek and so, *so* in love.
β€œNow that’s my kind of wine…"