#izzykraken

[chaos-monkeyy]

Hi there!

I’m curious about these:

1. How many words have you written this year?19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I hope your day will be wonderful 🌻

I hope your day is wonderful too, thank you! 🥰

1. How many words have you written this year?

According to AO3, I have posted a grand total of 92,099 words this year! My goal is to break 100K by the end of 2022... and I've still got a few weeks left, including some holiday time off work, and at least one partially-written WIP 😂 I think I can make it! 🤞

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

That's a damn good question 😮🤔 If I'm cheating slightly, I really want to finish the Stargate SG1 OT4 team fuck WIP that I started, which is technically a ship I haven't posted yet 😆 (Jack x Daniel x Sam x Teal'c), as well as my Veddie smut. There's a couple ships I'm hoping to get back to a bit or keep going with a little more, like Dreamling, Lokius, and izzykraken.. I keep meaning to write my SWTOR-Fenn with Vector and/or other random NPC characters again, and one of my other own characters 😂🙈

But that is really not "one" pairing is it, oops 😂 Mostly I'm excited to explore whatever random new pairings pop up, grab me by the lapels, and make me go oh 👀 hiiiiii 👀👀

(AO3 wrapped writers ask game!)

[lambsmain]

might add something in that upper corner but for now lets keep it vague

[sludgebat]

there is water at the bottom of the ocean (18+!)

kraken x izzy | tentacles, erotic asphyxiation, size difference if you squint, nebulous setting as far as when it happens. cw for drowning!

(side note, this is the first fic i've written with the intent to actually publicly post it in. over half a decade. pirate brainrot real and go brrrrr lmao)

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izzy hands was no stranger to being underwater.

thing was, as often as he found himself diving overboard to escape fire aboard a plundered ship, he wasn't used to remaining underwater for very long.

obviously the man could hold his breath - any pirate worth his salt knew how to swim, and holding your breath was an essential component of that. but there was a stark difference between dipping underwater for a few seconds to make it harder for someone to shoot at you, and being so far under the surface that you have no clue which way was up.

which, as what little light around him began to fade and the water only grew darker and chillier, izzy was starting to realize was the case.

panic rose in the back of his throat, hot and caustic as vomit, and his head began to spin as his lungs protested holding the same air for so long with no reprive. black dots flecked his vision, barely visible against the near-complete dark surrounding him. 

he was going to die. and not the death he had dreamed of - that final crescendo of life, being blown to bits or slashed to ribbons in a fight, being hanged for the crime of piracy, or even having his last breath stolen by his capt–

something touched him.

it'd just brushed against izzy's calves at first before fully curling around them, holding fast to his legs even as he began to desperately kick. whatever it was shifted, and he found himself being turned until he faced what was holding him.

smoke couldn't exist underwater, nor could fire. but what held him didn't seem to mind, or maybe just chose to ignore that fact. wispy tendrils drifted around izzy's face, somehow still moving just as smoke did through air. twin embers shone through the brine, and if he hadn't already been engulfed in water, he would have noticed his eyes prickling with tears at the sudden light.

nevertheless, izzy stared at the creature before him, and the kraken stared back.

somewhere in the recesses of his mind, something screamed that what was happening was literally impossible. of course, the kraken existed, that wasn't the part he was hung up on. it was more so the fact that what swam before him wore his captain's face, and if he'd been able to check he would've found each and every scar and tattoo of blackbeard's as well. but perhaps, this deep underwater where fire could burn and smoke could float, other impossibilities could be permitted.

the kraken's expression was utterly hidden, but the tentacles which had wrapped around his legs seemed to take his sudden stillness as permission to proceed further up. more continued to wrap around his knees, his thighs, his waist. they covered every inch and squeezed him with a kind of pressure that displayed quite clearly that if he so chose, the kraken could pop him in an instant.

but he didn't. the appendages just continued to coil around izzy, even as he realized with a start that he was punishingly hard against their touch. bubbles streamed from his lips as the man's body shook, lungs truly feeling like they were on fire - something about the way the tentacles were squeezing him grounded izzy in his body to the point where he realized he was likely seconds away from blacking out entirely.

almost as if in response to that thought, his body reacted before he could stop himself and he drew in a deep, greedy lungful of seawater.

or, he'd meant to. instead what surged down his throat had been a tentacle that had been pressing surprisingly gently against his lips. it was hard to tell the difference at first, though, as the rubbery tendril was just as cold and salty as the water around it. the kraken seemed to shift closer, clearly observing how the odd little man in his grasp would react.

favorably, if the sudden pulse of his cock was anything to go off of.

being felt up by a giant sea creature that looked identical to his captain while stuck god only knew how far underwater seemed to be doing it for izzy. and anyone who knew him in the slightest wouldn't feel an ounce of surprise.

and the kraken seemed to take that as an invite, slipping into him in every available opening until izzy was so filled with the countless writhing appendages even as his brain went fuzzy from lack of oxygen. there seemed to be no inch of him, internal or external, that wasn't being touched, gripped, cradled like the disciple of some forgotten god. the salt on his tongue was like benedictions from a force far greater than izzy could ever hope to comprehend, but that seemed to have a sick sense of humor.

the kraken had been reaching for him, fingers the size of his own torso nearly brushing against his skin before izzy woke up choking on a scream. the salt remained in his mouth, though with a metallic tang that he recognized as blood after a heartbeat. and the choking that he had been feeling–

the sheets on the bed had managed to twist and worm their way quite nicely around his throat. not a surprise, since izzy had the tendency to toss and turn in his sleep, but he had been left on the knife's edge of an orgasm and any slack would leave his balls desperately blue for the rest of the day.

any evidence of his wet dream was hastily wiped up and tossed to the corner of the room, where it would promptly be forgotten about. izzy could feel the beginnings of a monsterous migraine creeping towards his temples, promising to punish him for purposefully cutting off the oxygen supply to his brain. ah, well. he hadn't cum that hard in a few months, so he supposed it would be worth that price.

grabbing frantically at his cock with one hand and the sheets with the other, izzy tugged and pulled on each until he could feel that lightheaded, airless feeling return and he was spilling himself messily onto his hand and stomach.

only then did he let the fabric drop from around his neck, gasping and sucking in greedy lungfuls of air that stank of sweat and semen and brine.

he was out like a light again within minutes, though any other dreams that may have happened would be forgotten upon his waking in the morning. not that it would matter, really. the rest paled in comparison.

all he would be able to think about for the following week while turning in for the night would be coiling tentacles and the vast darkness of the deep sea. the taste of salt.

the favor of the kraken.

[the-resurrection-3d]

well I think you should do nickberto and/or izzykraken for that template

I actually did do the nickberto one earlier lmao but I used some of my co-writer's art for the icons and I don't feel like changing it so y'all can have this preview:

IzzyKraken has them both on the "I can make him worse" side.

[chaos-monkeyy]

For the ao3 wrapped ask game: 9 and 20👀

yayyyy another!

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

oh gosh I, I-- you're making me choose Just One? 😩 Evil! EVIL, I say 😂💙

okay okay.. I have a lot of favourite pairings for various reasons, but I am particularly fond of this one ridiculous, unknown, tragic little semi-unrequited ship from the tiniest fandom ever 🙈 Mongrel/Chaser from the Skyward series. It jumped into my head when I was re-reading the series and refused to leave, and so I had to write a little feelsy smut fic called Comfort with them, for me and the like three other people who even know wtf Skyward is ahaha

unknown ship as in, it's just me paddling furiously out there 🛶

...but also Dreamling

.....and Dalinar/Navani

........and izzykraken

.............and Vegas!JohnTodd and Thrakif and and I CAN'T HELP MYSELF asfsjghdfgjs all the ships are too delicious

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

*recovers from multishipper breakdown* we're good, I'm good 😤

mmmmm if I'm being totally honest, probably the entire College!John and the beach series, with pre-military John Sheppard and Todd the surfer being gratuitously kinky little fuckers together 🙈🙈🙈

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(AO3 wrapped writers ask game!)

[chaos-monkeyy]

OFMD tumblr text posts:

+ Bonus (for the Izzy brainrot crew)

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[chaos-monkeyy]

Today's Izzy Hands brainrot:

The way he immediately assumes he can ruin what Lucius and Black Pete have, because obsessive, jealous loyalty is the only expression of love he knows.

It's not just Stede that Izzy is threatened by and jealous of-- though Stede is the worst in his eyes cause around him, Blackbeard also starts changing into someone Izzy doesn't know (and worse, someone who doesn't need him). But he also loses his shit any time someone dares see Blackbeard as human instead of legend. How many times does he yell at Stede's crew that he is BLACKBEARD or CAPTAIN to you lot? Nobody else is allowed to know him as Ed or Edward, because Edward is his. Only Izzy deserves to be that close and intimate with the man behind Blackbeard.

That right there is exactly what Izzy can't handle, so he has to put an end to it any way he can and I think that's delightfully fucked up of him.

[chaos-monkeyy]

A tiny fucked up fic about a tiny fucked up pirate that I wrote for a little friendly drabble challenge

(warning for drunk sex and Izzy-typical coping mechanisms)

…

It’s easier when he gets pissed first. 

Easier to forget; easier to tell himself, after, that he didn’t head off the ship looking to get fucked into oblivion again. Easier to pretend he didn’t beg desperately for more with every last, ragged gasp for breath. 

And when he’s so drunk he can barely remember his own name, he usually can’t get it up. It’s better, helps avoid the humiliation of knowing he blew his load just from being nailed through another filthy wall somewhere. 

He just wishes he could forget whose name he always cries out when he does come. 

…

[chaos-monkeyy]

speaking of railing Izzy...

Blackbeard / Izzy / Calico Jack threesome: Break him

Pre-canon, kinda twisted, possibly my favourite own Izzy fic? Anyway, Izzy's never been fucked before and shoots his mouth off; Calico Jack and Dom!Blackbeard take turns and completely fucking ruin him.

CW for dubcon elements; full tags on AO3, Izzy's internalized homophobia also makes a bit of an appearance.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” 

Blackbeard blinked, taken aback by his First Mate’s outburst. Mainly because he’d… mostly forgotten Izzy was there. “What’s wrong with you, Iz? Sit on something?” he asked, grinning around the mouth of the bottle he’d been nursing all evening. “Left the stove on?” 

On the other end of the recently-pillaged and decidedly comfortable couch, Calico Jack snorted a laugh while Izzy sputtered and turned an interesting shade of red. 

“That’s not— I’m— You know bloody well what!” Izzy finally managed, glowering. 

Glowering, specifically, at Blackbeard’s foot. Which was both bare and currently planted firmly in Jack’s crotch. 

“Oh, right,” Blackbeard said mildly, remembering what the impromptu bout of leg-wrestling had devolved into. He shifted his foot a little, just to watch Jack squirm and buck up against him. “Yeah, he’s got a thing for feet.” He shrugged one shoulder, in a ‘what-can-you-do’ gesture, and rubbed a little harder against the stiffening heat of Jack’s cock. “Kinda weird, I guess, but it’s worth watching what it does to him,” Blackbeard added with a lopsided grin. 

Jack groaned, and didn’t stop rocking his hips into it. “Fuck you.” 

“Not sure you’re gonna be able to, you keep going like that, mate,” Blackbeard commented, still watching with interest as a familiar red flush crept up Jack’s neck from under his shirt. 

“That’s disgusting,” Izzy spat. Blackbeard let his head loll back on the arm of the couch, glancing over. Izzy was rigid with quivering outrage, still standing by his vacated chair. “Not the fucking feet thing,” Izzy snapped, cutting Blackbeard off before he could do more than open his mouth. “The— … This! I can’t believe— is that why you have this useless twat around all the fucking time? ’Cause he’s— what, ’cause he’s a good fuck?” 

Blackbeard’s eyebrows climbed, but it was Jack who answered first with that studiously lazy drawl. “Fuckin’ right I am. What, you think you could do better?” 

“Yeah, I could,” Izzy retorted, “if I wanted to. So you can bend over, good for you. Can’t be that bloody difficult, if you can manage it.” 

“Can’t be—” Jack knocked Blackbeard’s foot away as he twisted around to fix Izzy with an incredulous look. “Get a load of this one, Blackie,” he said with a laugh. “Ain’t never been buggered before, but he fancies himself an expert anyway. C’mon, then, little man,” he continued, eyeing Izzy with a leer. “You can do better, fuckin’ prove it. Get over here and spread those legs for us.” 

Blackbeard cocked his head curiously as Izzy’s gaze slid right back to him and then immediately darted away again. 

…Ahh. Well that might explain a few things. 

[chaos-monkeyy]

Izzykraken post-canon piss fic 💦 Where you want to be

(it was only a matter of time before I did it, we all knew that)

Alcohol, humiliation, piss & leather - aka Blackbeard is drunk, Izzy gets put in his place (and enjoys it)

…

“Get on your knees,” Blackbeard said quietly, and Izzy stopped breathing for a moment, gaze darting immediately down to the space between his Captain’s spread thighs. “That’s right. That’s where you want to be, isn’t it?”

Trembling, hating how much he wanted to believe this was really happening, Izzy nodded jerkily, mouth opening in a “yeah” that he wasn’t even sure he’d actually spoken or not. Blackbeard just waited expectantly, so Izzy took a hesitant step forward— and slowly, reverently, knelt, a hairsbreadth away from touching his Captain’s leather-clad legs, open wide to either side of him.

“You’ll take whatever I decide to give you, isn’t that right?” Blackbeard said softly, setting the rum bottle down on the table with a dull thump of glass on wood. “And you’ll be fucking grateful for it.”

…

[chaos-monkeyy]

Have some fucked up IzzyKraken: (x) blood and ink

Major CW for consent issues - it's essentially completely non-negotiated rape roleplay & knifeplay (though Izzy is very much into the whole thing). Full tags on AO3.

“That’s who you really want, isn’t it?” 

At the familiar and completely unexpected voice from behind him, Izzy Hands nearly jumped out of his skin. Heart racing wildly and furious blush rising in his face, he tried to simultaneously hide both the paper and himself— with the end result that he didn’t manage either before Blackbeard stopped in front of him, eyeing him with a flat look while he stood there awkwardly with the picture in one hand and his own stiff prick in the other. 

“You know that’s why it would never have worked,” Blackbeard commented, idly plucking the torn-out illustration of himself from Izzy’s fingers. 

“I— what?” Izzy managed, only half finding his tongue again and trying, without much success, to surreptitiously wrestle his cock back into his trousers while covering himself with both hands. 

Blackbeard ignored the question. “What d’you reckon he’d do right now?” he asked, kohl-blacked gaze still on the beaten-up parchment. “Hm? Oh, come now, I’m sure you have some opinion on it. You seem to be thinking about it… hard enough already.” 

Izzy’s face heated further, not helped by the way his traitorously eager cock leapt under his hands as Blackbeard’s gaze shifted to him. His erection hadn’t flagged in the slightest, despite the sick humiliation twisting his stomach at being caught like this. “I… I don’t—” 

“Do you imagine he’d help you? Or that he’d just punish you for your insolence?” Blackbeard prowled closer, eyes gleaming in the candle-lit room. “Or perhaps… both.” Izzy’s breath hitched, and Blackbeard laughed, low and humourless. “Yeah, I thought so.” 

[chaos-monkeyy]

th absolute brainrot youve given me with your krakenizzy fics ESPECIALLY that latest one omg. I just keep imagining izzy on the deck the next day trying to act So Normal like he didnt just completely debase himself at blackbeard's feet. the idea of blackbeard totally unaroused but just kind of lazily intellectually interested in watching izzy get off. lucius in the background piecing it all together with his homosexual sixth sense. hhhhh

hhhhhhhhhh yes, that, fuckin- yes

he just. would not be able to stop thinking about it, trying to pretend nothing happened and he's totally fine when he's completely distracted and flustered and still perfectly fucked up about it all, and then Blackbeard being genuinely unbothered and not giving a fuck (again) would just make it worse

and he'd be constantly wondering if blackbeard's gonna use him / indulge him again or if that one time is all he's ever gonna get 💀💀💀 and meanwhile Blackbeard not being into it exactly, but with this deep twisted curiosity around just how far he can go in different ways

also ohhhmygod 🤣 the idea of Lucius watching them for like 3 seconds the next day and just being like "OH god okay yeah no I already know way too much about whatever the fuck is going on here, I'm out" but also kinda lowkey on team Fuck Izzy Up jjdjdkjsjhf

anyway god fuck thank you, I'm obsessed with the izzykraken dynamic(s) to the point that this level of coherence is all I could muster after thinking about this ask literally all afternoon

[chaos-monkeyy]

would love to hear your thoughts on izzy wetting himself in front of blackbeard 👀👀👀

okay okay I'm SO sorry I left this for so long (been a heckuva week), because YES I definitely have (largely incoherent) Thoughts on Izzy wetting himself in front of Blackbeard 💦💦

They pretty much boil down to one of two scenarios: the deliberate and the accidental...

I might eventually write the deliberate one up as a sequel to Where you want to be, and it's: Izzy's been waiting, hoping it's gonna happen again but of course he can't actually just come out and ASK blackbeard to piss on him again. And then finally one day, he's put on his knees in blackbeard's cabin again, and he's like hhhh yes this is it he's gonna do it again-- except that time, blackbeard just tells him to piss himself instead. And then of course Izzy's going to obey, so he just wets himself right there on the floor knowing full well he's gonna have to clean it up after AND walk alllll the way back to his cabin soaked and hard (cause he doesn't even get to get off that time) (blackbeard does but Izzy doesn't even get to watch, he just hears it while he wets his pants, and maybe gets to lick blackbeard's hand clean after 😈 because I can)

The thoughts I have on it being accidental are like an earlier, pre-canon thing, where.. yknow.... maybe Izzy's bladder is proportional to his stature...... and he knows he can't hold his drink as well as most, so he doesn't usually indulge all that much like the others. Buuuut he winds up getting drunk with blackbeard & maybe someone else or a little group too (like Calico Jack, cause he's such a perfect bastard for this sort of thing), and gets really really desperate to piss but he tries to hide it and hold off. Cause, of course, if he leaves to go again so soon already, they're all gonna make fun of him, and he can't have that. So he just gets increasingly flustered and snappish and squirmy, and finally has no choice but to go, he's about to fucking burst-- except... he's put it off a little too long, blackbeard or jack starts screwing around and won't let him leave, and whoops he winds up wetting himself in front of everyone (or even better/worse, on blackbeard as well) because he went and left it too late. So very tragic for him 😏

OH oh and I almost forgot, I also have vague thoughts on writing a fucked up "actual kraken!Ed goes eldritch" alt scene from the bit where Izzy gets choked against the wall, with Izzy fear-wetting himself about it before Things Happen to him 😇

So yes. Those are my thoughts, whaddya think? 👀

[chaos-monkeyy]

Me: *spends 2.5 days solid obsessing over Ed and Stede*

Me: I need to write OFMD smut

Me: *first fic is Blackbeard/Izzy half-crack with accidental/one-sided daddy kink because of That Scene*

Anyway, enjoy:

(also on AO3!)

…

Splayed out and bent over the table in the Captain's cabin, Izzy Hands clawed at the wood and tried to keep himself quiet.

He failed, as usual. He couldn't do it, not with Blackbeard driving into him harder and faster, growling on every thrust, until Izzy's increasingly loud hoarse gasps and wordless moans finally gave way to semi-coherent pleas he barely even heard himself making.

"—yes, fuck yes, give it to me harder, daddy, please, oh god—"

Izzy's panting cries changed to a whine as Blackbeard abruptly stopped dead, still buried to the hilt in Izzy's arse.

"Izzy."

"What?" Izzy managed. He'd been so close, god damnit—

"Izzy, did I just fuckin' hear you call me daddy?"

Izzy froze.

Shit. Oh, shit. He hadn't actually let that one slip out… had he? At least Blackbeard sounded more amused than anything else.

"…No?" Izzy tried weakly.

"That's what I thought," Blackbeard said, slowly resuming his thrusts. "So let's keep it that way, yeah?"

Izzy nodded, whined— and on reflection, as the Captain's grip tightened on his hips and Blackbeard started hammering into him again, he pulled off his leather glove and shoved it into his own mouth.

Just to be safe.

…

[chaos-monkeyy]

aannnd the other one...

The extra fucked-up IzzyKraken piss fic: he wants

Izzy doesn’t complain the evening that Blackbeard— in one of his moods; dark, despondent, brooding— orders him to sleep on the floor by the bed in the captain’s cabin. After all, why would he complain? Blackbeard wants him close, in case he’s needed. 

And Izzy wants his Captain to need him. 

He sleeps there every night, after that. Blackbeard never sends him away. 

Izzy doesn’t complain, either, the day that Blackbeard— drunk not just on the spoils themselves, casks of better rum than they’ve seen in months; but also on the rush of the bloody, brutal, successful raid— all but drags him back to the captain’s cabin and orders him to bend over. After all, why would he complain? It hurts, yes, and he’d cut anyone else’s tongue out for even suggesting it, but Blackbeard wants him. 

And Izzy wants his Captain to want him. 

[chaos-monkeyy]

Pre-canon Blackbeard/Izzy smut: Blood, fire, flesh

I can't stop thinking about these two fucking disasters. Thank you @jonsleftrib for the excellent inspiration post about Izzy 💙

CWs for just, like, violence (largely implied) and general fucked-up-edness

The hot copper stink of freshly shed blood, smoke and roaring fire and the echo of screams; it all follows them back to the ship and Israel Hands glories in the aftermath of the carnage. He’s covered in it, all but dripping with it, the evidence of fools who dared defy Blackbeard himself and learned the last lesson of their miserable lives at Israel’s hands.

His hands, moving on his Captain’s orders; his Captain’s eyes on him through every burn, every cut, every kiss of his blade and every last beautiful howl of pain he wrung from their victims like an artist with a canvas of flesh.

Blackbeard’s gaze is still as wild as Izzy feels, both of them spattered and smeared with blood and smoke and Izzy can’t stop himself from reaching out to touch. Blackbeard makes no move to stop him, he lets his First Mate run reverent fingers through the ash and gore staining his beard and streaking through that tangled mane of hair—

Blackbeard’s hand closes on Izzy’s throat and squeezes.

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do?” he rasps, and Izzy doesn’t have to think before he shakes his head.

“For you?” he says, hoarse and raw. “Nothing.”