#Noangstnov Day 28: Soup #rizzy
Izzy is sick and as both doctor and cook, Roach knows soup is the best medicine
Izzy had been in bed for two full days now. He’d been ordered to his cabin when the Captain saw his uncertain gait listing him too close to the ship’s railing. He was under orders not to leave until his nose stopped running everywhere and he could keep two meals down.
Izzy was in hell. There was nothing to do but stare at his bare walls, sniveling and shivering and hoping for a quick death.
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*Knock knock*
Roach didn’t wait for an answer to barge in. He held the tray steady as he pushed the door closed with his foot.
He could tell Izzy really felt awful when he didn’t even try to yell at him to leave.
Izzy’s nose was raw and red from constant blowing. The bags under his eyes were deeper and darker than usual. He looked miserable.
“Brought you soup, Mister Hands.”
Izzy made to lean up off the bed, but lost strength immediately.
“...don’t need anything…go ‘way…”
His voice was a croak, quiet and pained.
“Doctor’s orders. This’ll help.”
He sat the tray down on the floor and sat down on the bed, putting a hand out to check Izzy’s forehead.
“...the fuck…off f’me.”
He tried to push the hand away, but Roach grabbed it and layed it back on the bed.
“You’re still feverish.” Roach said with a shake of his head.
He looked over at the side table at the full cup of water he was supposed to have drunk by now.
“You trying to die on me, Hands? C’mon, let’s set you up.”
Roach took a quick look around the mostly barren room. Izzy had pushed his blanket down to the base of the bed at some point, so Roach figured it was okay to move it for now.
He rolled it up and carefully pulled Izzy up to sitting and put the blanket behind him.
He was so much lighter than Roach expected.
“Okay Mister Hands, time for broth. And you’re drinking all of it.”
Roah picked up the shallow bowl and the spoon Roach knew Izzy favored.
He held up a spoonful to Izzy’s mouth and waited.
“The longer you take, the longer I’ll be here bothering you.”
Izzy opened his mouth and drank the spoonful.
“Good man.” Roach praised.
He could swear Izzy’s cheeks got a little redder at the words.
Slowly Izzy drank down the whole bowl and Roach was pleased.
“...thanks…” Izzy said reluctantly as Roach helped him to lay back down. He covered him back up with the blanket, and looked back up to Izzy’s face and found him already asleep.
He was handsome when he wasn’t scowling.
Roach would be back more often to check on him since he seemed shit at taking care of himself.
Cw: #jackizzy #petplay #nsfw #cnc #cnckink
There's a game Jack and Izzy play called "bad dog." It's just a silly game. Jack is the dog, and he does something naughty and destructive like rip up some paper or piss on the floor at night. +
In the morning Izzy gets up and goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. He walks through the house naked, because why the fuck not?
But on the way, he funds the mess or steps in the wet spot and he sniffs and realizes and yells, "Bad dog, Jack! Naughty, awful fucking dog!" +
Jack wakes to the yells and comes out on his hands and knees, tail between his legs. He doesn't like that Izzy's mad at him, and he's just a dumb dog.
He finds Izzy bent over, too, cleaning up the mess Jack made, ass and cunt on display as he mutters under his breath. +
#IzzyIsFreeUse #omegaverse
As Izzy's heat crept up on him, he started making plans.
The jam room was cleared out to make room for the communal nest. He collected pieces from each of the crew to fill it with the scent of safety and love and pack.
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He drank the drought Roach prepared for him and made sure there'd be enough for the next few days. It assured that nothing would take, but that he'd still be lucid and loose and pain free even as the heat burned through him.
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Lastly, he called a meeting on deck to inform the crew
"Three days, maybe four. We're at anchor until the end of it..."
Izzy looked from face to face, seeing nods and smiles. Once it would have infuriated him, but now if made him warm, appreciated.
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The night Blackbeard killed Fang's dog, the man was inconsolable. He wailed from below deck, so loud it echoed through the ship. But no one dared go to him.
No one but Izzy.
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While the crew just kept their heads down and feigned ignorance, Izzy gave Blackbeard a dark look then stormed away.
He knew he would be punished. He knew Fang was worth it.
Izzy found him in the hold, squashed into a corner where he'd tried to make it a hidden bed. +
Izzy tried not to startle Fang, but as he was in the throes of this sharp new grief, he neither heard nor seen the first mate inching toward him.
Arm outstretched, Izzy tried to lay his hand on Fang's shoulder in comfort, but Fang turned in terror at the touch. +
#fangizzy @FangIzzyWeek #fangizzyweek
Fang wakes to the smell of sausage and syrup and Izzy singing showtunes.
The rain and thunder of the night before has been replaced by clear skies and sunshine, both inside and out. Fang sits and revels in the moment.
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"Up, you lazy Twat"
Izzy says with a crooked smile as he enters the bedroom with a heavily laden tray.
Fang hops up to take it from him, but the smaller man turns away.
"I meant wake up, not get up! Sit back in bed!"
"Yes, Boss." Fang replies meekly, sitting back down.
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Izzy places the tray on Fang's lap then cuddles up at his side.
"Will you please share with me, Daddy?" Izzy asks, his voice softened into something small.
"Of course, Baby! Thank you for asking so nicely!"
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@FangIzzyWeek #fangizzyweek #fangizzy 1/6 Are you sure?"
"I swear to God, Fang!"
"But you're so small! I don't want to hurt you"
Izzy rolled his eyes so hard astronauts could have seen it.
"You slap me recreationally, Babe. I think I can handle you sitting on my lap."
2/6 Fang sighed, shaking his head no.
It was time to try another tactic.
Izzy looked up coquettishly through his lashes. "Please, Fang...I want to feel you on top of me."
Fang thought another moment, then, finally, nodded in acquiescence.
3/6 Izzy wanted to celebrate, but decided not to risk him changing his mind and pulled Fang towards the bedroom.
"Yes, bed now!"
Fang giggled at Izzy's excitement as he jumped up on the bed like one of the dogs.
He sat back against the headboard and slapped his thighs.
#nsfw #Izzyistrans #steddyhands
Izzy is sore. His solo session while Stede and Ed were out of town was...frustrating to say the least.
It's always so much harder to cum when he's doing all the work, harder to let himself feel and relax. And last night was the worst in awhile. +
He had spent two tedious hours trying what seemed like every toy in the drawer, but nothing felt right. It was a parade of toys that felt amazing when Stede and Ed used them, but in Izzy's hands they did practically nothing. +
And no one was there to calling him a good boy, or hole, or slut. No one said he looked pretty or smelled intoxicating or tasted sweet. It was just Izzy alone with the sounds of his desperate body and buzzing plastic and the smell of his ripe sweat. +