#izzy and joy

[thesmokingguns]

Minors DNI 18+

Warning: mentions of roleplay, unprotected sex, age gap

Joy needed the potion and she knew that the only person who could give her what she needed right now was Izzy.

Poor sweet Izzy who had taken her along with him to the last Sears in America to go clothes shopping. Sweet Izzy who held up his Hanes white socks pack with pure exhilaration in his eyes at the price being under ten dollars. Poor sweet Izzy who used his Sears Rewards, a program she had thought got eliminated in the 90’s. Poor sweet Izzy was her only hope.

The pearly white glow it it, how it shimmered in the moonlight like gemstones harvested from the moon's mines. The sticky slime-like substance that soothed Joy’s bad moods and would calm down her cramps that were ravaging her while she was on her period. It was always a bit biter when she swallowed it, her nose scrunching up as Izzy doled up doses of the magic juice.

It wasn’t a want. It was a need. And Joy needed Izzy’s cum.

Izzy was leaving the small studio space that he had downtown. He had rented it when Joy had started staying over. He felt guilty waking her up with his guitar playing and he was so stuck in his ways that the idea of wearing headphones when he played was out of the question. He also liked having a place to go, a destination in his day to play music and create. And since he had met his joy that’s all Izzy had been doing.

He had written and recorded a dozen new songs that he was sure woul denver be released but they mattered to him. He hadn’t been able to create music like this since he had first become sober. Now it was like another awakening in his life, thanks to his beautiful girl.

“Mr.Isbell?” Izzy looked up at the driver, a white box in his hands. “Can you sign for your package?” The only person in the world outside of Amazon who knew this address was Joy and Izzy was on his way to go meet her at home.

He knew she wasn’t feeling well the past few days and she had been sleeping later than usual. They hadn’t been able to go on the rescue Peach mission in LA because when they arrived at the airport the look on Joy’s face as she doubled over made Izzy’s only concern taking her home. But why would his girl be sending him something in the mail?

Izzy could see that it was from a local bakery but he wasn’t sure what was inside. He headed over to the coffee shop, the boy behind the counter not wanting to make eye contact after the last time that he was in here. Izzy hadn’t even realized the boy was working when he ordered a tea for Joy and a black coffee from himself, paying and moving to the end of the counter.

He set down the box, moving to pull off the pretty ribbon that was tied over the box and pulling open the top of the box. Inside was a dozen strawberries, dipped in chocolate, whipped cream on the top and letters writing out ‘Cum in me Daddy’ in a pretty pearl colored chocolate. One letter on each strawberry.

Izzy was all about safe sex. All about it. He wore condoms 80% of the time. He had gone with JOy to her IUD appointment. When he went in raw he pulled out every single time and put on spermicide, something he had ordered off Amazon Prime when Joy had showed him how to use the subscriptions through the online realtor. Joy had appreciated that he was concerned, not forceful about sex and now…

“Not again.” the barista groaned as Izzy looked up , shuffling the box closed and picking up the tray of coffees. He thought about running out but put everything down and handed the kdi a very much deserved $20 dollar bill as a tip. Pretending that he didn’t hear the kid call him a pervert as he moved out the door.

He was in his car, thinking about calling Joy as he overthought everything. Did she want to have a baby? Hadn’t he told her? Hadn’t they talked about kids? She was so sure she didn’t want them but what if hanging around with Nikki Sixx and his breeding kink dick had rubbed off on her? What if that little rotten fruit of Sixx’s told her about something and they planned on having a belly full of old man babies at the same time?

There was a lot of thing sIzzy felt he was still young and able to do. BUt having a kid? He couldn’t get out of bed without croaning and an orchestra of bones cracking. How the fuck was he supposed to raise a kid? Why was he entertaining the idea of raising a kid with joy? Why was it suddenly a how was he going to do this instead of a how was he going to stop this?

Because he was in love with her. Hopelessly in love with the sweet girl who sang into shampoo bottles in the shower. WHo texted him emojis instead of words. Th egirl who wore his shirts to bed and kissed him before bed. He loved her

She had an IUD. And she was on her period. Why did she want to have him cum inside of her?

So he googled it. But when he googled ‘Period creampie’ he did not get the helpful WebMD results he wanted but a bunch of porn images. But Izzy was invested in this and he wanted to help Jout out. He absentmindedly went into the box of strawberries eating a d for daddy and kept up with his research until he knew he needed to get home to Joy.

Joy was fresh out of the shower, wrapped up in one of the few luxuries Izzy allowed himself: expensive towels. She was smoking one of Izzy’s cigarettes as she rubbed lotion on her legs, thinking about the gift she had sent to him and if he had gotten it yet.

“Sweet Joy.” she looked up at him in the doorway, watching her rub her skin down, a towel wrapped around her body, her hair in a haphazard bun on her head. “Come to bed my sweet girl. I’ve come home to take care of you.” Joy didn’t need to be told twice. She was stubbing out her smoke and moving to the bed, laying on the towel as she waited for Izzy.

She could see him, watching him as he undressed. The way he was watching her as he got naked at the end of the bedm one article of clothing at a time. Izzy’s eyes on her body as he looked her up and down, a man starved for the woman he loved.

“You could have asked me this morning. You didn’t need to send me strawberries.” Joy gave Izzy a shrug as he climbed onto the bed, doing a half push up over her body. Her thighs parted, knees around his body as she made all the room he would need for her.

The way his cock was hard, throbbing already as he let the tip of himself run down the smooth lips of her pussy, watching her hiss in need of him. His pretty Joy who was always so open to being with him. But there was something about her asking for this, for her wanting him in such an intimate way that had izzy throwing, his cock already leaking with what she wanted.

The magic potion that Joy was sure was going to cure her menstrual cramps lived in his balls. All of his cum would soon be hers.

“It felt like a lot to ask. I know some guys are grossed out by sex on-”

“I’m not some guy, Joy. And the only reason I haven’t been making love to you is because you’ve been so sleepy and I didn't want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” Joy looked at Izzy then, gave him a look that made his stomach tighten and him want to swear at the intensity.

“Don’t you know I’m yours? All yours. You can make love to me anytime. I’ll open my legs and welcome you home every single time.” He had to kiss her then, had to keep her from saying things that made him want to fuck her hard and deep. She brought something out in Izzy that was feral, that he couldn't control and he knew that she loved doing that.

Joy let him win their kissing, let him be in control. She was submissive towards him and Izzy was beng mindfucked by it. He was reaching for her thighs, wondering when teh last time he had sex with a girl on her period was. Trying to remember what it was like.

She was wetter, warmer it seemed as he sunk inside her. Joy whimpered, almost wiggling under him as she tried to adjust herself and for a second Izzy felt like he was taking her virginity, especially when he looked down at the way his shaft had traces of her blood on it. The idea of taking Joy’s virginity turned Izzy on like nothing else. He was thinking of it as he moved in and out of her. Holding her hips tight as he guided himself into her quivering cunt.

“Izzy, can you…slow down. It…I just…you’re big…and..” she gulped, eyes on his as she looked at him, seeing the desire that was on his face, wanting to know what he was thinking about as he reached out, stroking her hair and nodding his head at her.

“You’re so tight, baby. I can’t even get fully inside of you.” he sighed out, reaching down to show her how he could wrap his hand fully around his shaft and he couldn’t fit it in as her walls squeezed him.

Though Joy’s blood did make it slicker she was still resisting, something in her body keeping him from bottoming out inside of her. Joy looked down, the fucking whimpers she was making driving Izzy to a place of pleasure an insanity. He was going to lose his fucking mind if she kept making those wnaton little whimpers as he fucked her.

“This is my first time doing this.” Izzy looked at her, and he knew that even if he and Joy hadn’t talked about him cummining inside her he was going to regardless. Joy saw how her words affected Izzy, knew that though he was open to kinks he didn’t have anything that he was crazy about. But something about her saying this was her first time triggered something in his brain.

Joy knew at that moment Izzy wanted to roleplay that she was a virgin.

“Please daddy.” she whimpered as Izzy tried to control himself, “It’s my first time and you’re too big to fit.” her eyes doe like as looked up at him with those soft eyes. Izzy very aware she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Stay still, Joy. I’m going to make it fit.” She gasped, hands on his bicep when he bottomed out, her hips greedily lifting for more so Izzy had to rest his weight on her, pinning her to the bed, “You drive me crazy, girl.” he muttered, JOy’s legs around him as she smiled.

“I love you too.” she teased him in breathy moans. Izzy smiling that she knew exactly what he had been talking about.

He was easy with her, their love making deep and soft, Joy took her time to come, finally breaking apart in Izzy’s arms, his name whimpered from her trembling lips as he finally was able to follow behind her. She went still as his balls laid against her, his cock twitching inside her body, cumming inside her so deep that she felt like she could taste him in the back of her throat. She swallowed just in case. Izzy’s head was buried in her hair as he came, pulling up only when he heard the way Joy gasped out, squeezing around him and the potion he had left for her to clean up.

“You need to go pee and clean up. I don’t want you to get a UTI.” Joy groaned, smacking Izzy on the shoulder.

“Why do you have to say the least sexy things possible?” she asked as he cleaned himself up with the towel. He had pulled out of her and she felt the rush of wet coming down, grateful when he handed her a small towel to hold between her legs as she waddled to the bathroom.

“Because I care about your health.” he called out after her.

Her old man was a strange one but Joy loved him endlessly.

[5ftboy]

"We eat people."

[madootles]

dramatic eyes. dramatic lips. drama on the cheeks.

sketch

[cowgirls-blues]

Let me give you a hand.

[toboldlymuppet]

to a brighter journey

[izuizzy]

“First Word” 💙💙

made a comic to express the relief and joy sonic felt when talia finally spoke for the first time once she became more comfortable. [read from left to right]

[duffslut]

[no1tolerateitfan]

this is who runs my brain

[halcyon-autumn]

Marriage of all time

[dyke-will-graham]

Okay but on a serious note. I love how unapologetically queer the world of Our Flag Means Death is. Like it isn’t just the characters, it’s not just their actions or attitudes or anything. Like the world itself is just this modge podge melting pot of every kind of human being and not once is anyone ever asked to apologize for it. Not once is anyone persecuted for it, because what the show does is immerse you in this queer landscape of pirates and found family and relationships while judging it’s character solely on their actions and who they are as people rather than their sexuality or identity. And soon you’re watching the show, of course invested in the romance, but also in the hope and growth of the characters and how they grow not just further into their queerness but also further into themselves as human beings.

Like I adore it, it’s so refreshing. We never have a “oh he’s gay?” Or “are you gay?” Or “what?! You’re together?” Moment it’s just like yeah whatever we have bigger things going on like childhood trauma, relationship trauma, growing as people, being happy and having hope.

[piaojun335]

Others drawings

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Devastated doesn't even cover it.

I'm never trusting a cishet writer of queer people again.

For someone who had given up on being happy, of being whole. For someone who only existed for someone else because there was no reason to be alive (I certainly wasn't worth anything beyond the service I could render to others), Izzy Hands gave me hope that it was never too late to be your true self.

He found love, acceptance, and he was beginning to take those tentative few steps towards being whole. He didn't need Ed. He was worth something all on his own.

And they killed him.

They killed the old, disabled queer who had lived a hard, lonely life where his only purpose was to be someone's loyal attack dog, and was finally finding happiness, a family.

"It's about belonging."

"This is a story about queer love, about queer joy."

But not if you're old, disabled, battling with the scars the world has left on you, had to do things to survive. The best you can hope for is to apologise to your abuser and then find peace in death.

Queer joy is only for the right kind of queer.

[pondering-peach]

The fact that Lou Wilson officiated Brennan and Izzy's wedding is something i will never not be joyful about.

[mwesrik]

Okay bit of a different post for the finale than my usual meme rant because I’m just done with everything today

Fandom is my safe space. It has been since I figured out what the internet was. And frankly I’ve been having a really shitty time recently.

And what the OFMD fandom is doing rn is frankly making me really fucking pissed

I understand being upset at character deaths. I understand being upset over budget cuts or lack of character development that you wished for. I understand being upset over the direction a show has taken.

But the way people are literally ABUSING the writers of a show that has been GROUNDBREAKING makes me sick.

YES! The budget cuts messed up the pacing and character development. You can think of Izzy’s death whatever you want. But to drag down a show, that has done so much for the queer community. With writers and actors and crew who have done their absolut best to make us feel seen and heard and to give us a mainstream story which is filled with queer joy. It just sets my teeth on edge.

I liked the finale. I cried over Izzy and wish HBO were less of a cunt firm and had given the show more episodes. I wish Ed and Stede had talked and I wish we had more episodes.

But I was overall happy. Because the main couple had their cheesy, happy moments. They literally said they loved each other for fucks sake. And everyone is fucking focused on Izzy and not even talking about the the main couple anymore. Not because they suck but because they’re not their blorbo they can project their angsty fantasies onto. And I like Izzy, I really fucking loved him but he was a side character. One that was quite obviously doomed to die since season 1. So saying the show is ‚literal dogshit now‘ is just such a wild jump to me.

His death was also obviously rushed because of the lack of time. It’s not the fault of the crew!!! that they had to adjust their script to the funds and time they were given.

I can’t come onto the internet to be happy about my favourite show being queer and dramatic and campy, and sure a bit messy because everything is fucking DRENCHED in toxicity and whinging.

Sorry if this offends anyone, if anyone even sees it but this really pissed me off today. My one thing that cheers me up made me even more depressed today because people have no inhibitions anymore as soon as their favourite media isn’t perfectly aligned with their image of how it should be.

TL,DR: I’m really over the OFMD fandom being toxic over Izzy and other issues while ignoring all the brilliant things this show has given us.

[meyerlansky]

izzy experiencing genuine joy for two (2) seconds

[mikimeiko]

Our Flag Means Death Season 2 - one gif per episode (with the first gif from their first scene and the last gif from their last scene) | Izzy Hands