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i like ed and his little guy izzy (ofmd)

mentally ill yapper

(23, they/he)

https://archiveofourown.org/users/betterwithapen/
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edskrakenera.bsky.social
this weather is so cool when u are cozy inside and have nowhere to be lol
some trees that disappear behind thick fog after a couple hundred feet w two closer trees kind of framing the image a variety of green trees along the skyline that disappear behind thick fog after a couple hundred feet a little campfire pit with a foggy background a dirt road leading past some green grass off into the fog
December 10, 2025 at 1:12 AM
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every time i leave work lately it’s like into the fog i go
eerily foggy parking lot
December 9, 2025 at 5:19 AM
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he’s helping
December 5, 2025 at 11:23 PM
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the most insufferable guy u know’s spotify wrapped
my top artists: 1. Fall out boy, 2. Nothing but thieves, 3. The 1975, 4. Hozier, and 5. Arctic monkeys
December 3, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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WIP wmonday. i swear i am going to actually finish this one probably
Izzy is about to fall into an undoubtedly fitful sleep when he hears a tapping on his door and snaps awake. He sits up, wondering if he imagined the sound for a moment before it happens again. He climbs out of bed, nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply. Just as he detects the presence of his mate, a harsh, muffled whisper comes through the door. "Izzy." Even if he couldn't detect something off in his scent, the sound of Ed's voice would've clued Izzy in immediately. He swings his door open as quickly as he can, and then Ed is in his arms, shaky and coated in distress, curling in on himself to try and be smaller. Omega. "Edward," Izzy murmurs, quickly tucking him in close and shutting the door behind him. "What..." What little of Ed's skin that's bare presses against Izzy's unclothed chest, and he feels almost burning hot to the touch. Izzy breathes him in, half-consciously searching his scent for blood, sickness, another alpha, anything that might have left him so suddenly distressed. Ed whines, butting his head against Izzy's and slipping a thigh between his legs, just as Izzy processes the enticing, sweet, familiar scent pouring off of Edward. Fucking Christ, he smells like heat. How? Izzy had been around Edward all day and hadn't caught a whiff of it. Ed's never been able to hide it before. "Iz," Ed pleads. "I need—can you—" Izzy scents Ed, his mind taking a moment to catch up with his body. "Yeah," he chokes out, gripping Ed's hips. Ed sighs in relief, still squirming against Izzy. He's still in his fucking leathers, but Izzy can feel the heat of his cunt through them. "Jesus, this came on fast," Izzy says, his own biology hurrying to catch up. He's already achingly hard, and it's taking more and more effort to think through the haze of instinct and need. Ed whines, something accusatory in his tone. Izzy snorts softly. "What, it's my fault?" He expects a snarky reply or joking agreement, but instead Ed stills, tensing up again. His scent changes, suddenly sharp with distress as though he's been wounded. Izzy's heart races. "Eddie?" "Dunno," Ed says, voice quiet. "Came on after you left the cabin upset." He sniffs. "Fuck," Izzy realizes after a moment, tugging Ed impossibly closer. He's heard stories of omegas going into heat when their bond feels threatened, either to revitalize their bond with their mate or entice a new mate, though he never put much stake in the idea. "It's alright," he whispers. "My treasure. I'm sorry. I've got what you need." "Fuck you," Ed whines, pressing closer to Izzy nonetheless, his tense muscles relaxing. Izzy chuckles softly. "Fuck me?" Edward shakes his head. "Fuck me," he corrects, grinding his hips forward. "Fucking, with haste, if you don't fuckin' mind."
November 25, 2025 at 12:51 AM
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others have explored this as well but i should finish this little thing
Ed wraps his lips around his nipple and bites down ever so slightly, causing Izzy to whine. Then, he's sucking and Izzy can feel his milk coming out into Ed's mouth, the way he slowly drinks it down. Izzy looks down at him and moans. His eyes are closed, his hips pressing his boner against Izzy's thigh. Then, Ed whimpers, high and upset-seeming, and he rocks his hips forward. Izzy frowns, reaching to push a fallen strand of hair back out of his face. He suckles harder, eyes still closed, and he reaches to fist Izzy's shirt with one hand. He whimpers again, rocking his hips forward, and tears start to slide down his cheeks. Suddenly, he gasps. "Nngh," he whines and then his cock pulses and a slight wet patch spreads over the crotch of his trousers. "Fuck," Izzy breathes out in surprise and awe. Ed's eyes go even wider than they already were as he moves away and looks up at Izzy, almost fearful. "Oh," Stede says. "Oh, that's alright love." He reaches to rub Ed's back. "-I don't know—" Ed starts, still crying and rocking back and forth against the bed. "That's alright, darling," Stede purrs, guiding Ed gently back into Izzy's lap, where he continues to rock from side to side. "I've got you. Izzy has you. Isn't that right?" He looks up at Izzy, whose eyes have been on Ed the entire time, wide and unsure. "Yeah," he manages to breathe out, still a bit shocked. "Yeah. Got you." He reaches to run his fingers through Ed's hair and Ed sobs, tucking his head into Izzy's shoulder. "Shh," Izzy hushes. "There, isn't that nice?" Stede asks. "More?" Ed squeaks out.
November 16, 2025 at 2:30 AM
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izzy POV :,)
[Verse 2] Time stood still For an eternity Powerless Lost all ability Can't stop the tears Or the rain from falling Or the rain from falling [Pre-Chorus 2] And I'm scared to death that it's all too late And the words I say just won't translate This could be my Only chance [Chorus] Oh what was I thinking Why am I still here I'm outside your window And I'm frozen with fear I'm looking for answers I just want to know But I'm also terrified Of letting you go [Bridge] Stumbling around in a world unknown Never gonna navigate a twilight zone All I want to do is talk to you But you've closed the door on me Everything I did I did for you Tell me now what am I supposed to do Everything I feel is miserable Since you closed the door
November 9, 2025 at 1:53 AM
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the chain reference by the edizzy band (autoheart) (this whole song is edizzy)
What Was I Thinking Lyrics [Verse 1] Final thought Tuesday and rain again Headlights They said l'd be okay Who could have seen The catastrophe Dancing alone Out on an empty street Hands cold Rumours plays on repeat It's getting late Let's break the chain
November 9, 2025 at 1:53 AM
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probably won’t get any good pics later so look i was a cryptid of some sort
grey in front of a nature background w a black costume w a skirt corset wing like thingies and a mask w horns grey in front of a nature background w a black costume w a skirt corset wing like thingies and a mask w horns facing the other way
November 1, 2025 at 1:21 AM
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kraken >:3
October 31, 2025 at 9:17 AM
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🤝🫂🫂🫂

sending all the healing vibes from my little guys to yours
fluffy stripey orange cat curled up on some blankets brown stripey cat with white on his chest and paws laying on the back of a chair
October 20, 2025 at 6:39 PM
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two types of posters today
TL screenshot of a post celebrating ed and stede’s calypso hook up w a picture of them making out, below is a post with a picture of stede staring lovingly at an offscreen izzy in drag celebrating stizzy real
October 19, 2025 at 8:18 PM
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cw stabbing, blood, bad wound, age regression, “mama” as a pet name
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ed rambles, tugging Izzy's shirt up to get a better look at the wound that's gushing blood. 'Dee," Izzy gasps, tears slipping down his cheeks. "It's okay," Ed says quickly. "It's okay, Iz. It just looks bad, but you're gonna be okay." He wads up a bit of cloth and presses it against the bleeding wound. Izzy slipped before he even got hurt. Ed saw it in his eyes across the deck as the raid raged on around him: the shift into a confused, wide-eyed, softness. He hurried over the second it clicked. It had seemed that Izzy was alone, having managed to down the man on him before something triggered the regression, and Izzy's eyes had just met his, Ed feet away from sweeping him behind his back, when he cried out and doubled over, blood covering his hands. The sword was removed as swiftly as it came, and Izzy fell to his knees. Ed hardly made it in time to parry the Frenchman's next blow, tossing him over the ship entirely, fueled by a combination of rage, adrenaline, and pure terror. The crew surrendered thusly, leaving Ed frantically trying to get at Izzy's wound, bleeding profusely from both sides. He strips his own shirt off to use as bandages, tearing it in half and wadding one piece up to stuff beneath the wound Izzy whines as Ed moves him and presses against the fresh wound, and Ed hushes him gently. "I know. I know, I'm sorry. You gotta let me fix you up, though, kay?" Izzy whimpers. It really hurts. He really doesn't want to die. He doesn't want to leave Eddie and Stede and the crew. He's so scared, and he's starting to feel faint. He looks down at Ed, who's focused on cleaning him up and stopping the bleeding with a bunched up cloth. There's so much blood. He gasps, panic filling him. He feels dizzy. Ed glances up at him and frowns. "Hey, look away, baby," he says. "It looks worse than it is, promise. Just look somewhere else for a mo. Fuck. Stede?" he calls. Izzy looks around for Stede, finding him watching with his lip between his teeth. He reaches out for Stede, wincing and whimpering loudly when the movement pulls at his wound. "Oh, yes, I'm right here," Stede says quickly, also seeming to struggle to take his eyes off Izzy's wound. He takes Izzy's hand and moves closer. "Hello, love," he breathes, forcing himself to keep looking at Izzy's face. "Just look at me." He gently tilts Izzy's chin up. "Ed's taking care of your big ouchie," he winces as he says it, glancing down. Izzy sniffles, squeezing Stede's hand tightly. "Hurts," he whines. "Mama...” Stede sighs softly, tears welling up in his own eyes. "Oh, dear...precious dear. You're gonna be alright. Mama's sorry. You're being so brave, darling, doing so well." "M'sorry," Izzy whines. "I didn' mean to..." "No, no, no," Stede says quickly. "It's alright, shh, shh. You're okay. Just breathe, darling. Don't have to be sorry." Izzy tries to focus on Stede's soft voice, on Ed's focused presence, and not on the overwhelming pain and fatigue. "Okay," Ed murmurs after a moment. "I think we can move him. We have to move fast, we need proper bandages and he'll need stitches." Izzy whimpers. "It's gonna be okay, Iz," Ed calls, squeezing his knee. "M'sorry, I know it hurts. Gonna get you something for the pain real soon. You're doing so, so good." "Want Pirate," he whispers. Ed swallows. "We'll get you Pirate when we get back home, yeah? He's on our ship." "Oh." "Come on. Let's get moving quick," Ed mumbles to Stede. Ed lets Stede pick up and carry Izzy as he quickly readies a dinghy. Izzy, the poor baby, cries softly but does his best to keep breathing as Stede praises him. "We'll be home and fixed up so, so, soon, precious," he promises as he struggles to lift Izzy into the dinghy without hurting him too much.
October 15, 2025 at 11:52 PM
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izzy after his arc w the crew
ELLA MACHINA Follow @orchidcamp yes, my circus. yes, my monkeys. proud tears forming in my eyes. Love sprouting deep in my chest
October 15, 2025 at 8:49 PM
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:)
October 15, 2025 at 1:28 AM
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edizzyyyyy
Foreign Language Nothing But Thieves Sometimes I don't understand you Same road, just different direction Same note, but different vibration I've gotta admit You're not all it seems You've got planets in your eyes Guess it's not my thing But you make it look alright (Sometimes I don't understand you) And I know that we've been so tired lately Want a change and like those movies from the old days Want a change and like those movies from the old days You've been making us watch Well, it's a foreign language to me, baby But I love hearing you talk I'm intoxicated by you Day drunk, hit the double feature A 'life sucks then you die' t-shirt And a stolen kiss That's not all you need (all you need) I've seen the look in your eye
October 14, 2025 at 3:20 AM
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happy anniversary to them 😍❤️🌹
beautiful ed at a freshly amputated izzy’s bedside, both of them looking at each other intently
October 5, 2025 at 6:37 PM
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day three - cock milking

stede is here ! :) (overstim, semen collection)
10/3 cock milking | gangbang | yiffing (cock milking in bold) "Alright, love. One more. Come on," Ed coos, wrapping his fingers around Stede's half-hard cock. Stede gasps, and his hips jump to escape the immense sensitivity he feels. Ed maintains his slick hold, sending shocks of overstimulation through Stede even without any movement. He feels raw and utterly wrung out, tears slipping down his cheek. "Ed, I can't," he pleads tearfully, squirming where he's held in Ed's lap. "No?" Ed asks, gently stroking down Stede's back. He lifts his chin to look over Stede's shoulder at the container hardly a third filled with spen—not even enough to properly fill the reservoir of Ed's strap-on cock. He clicks his tongue. "Gonna need more than that. I think you can go one more time for me. Don't you think so, Iz?" Stede casts his gaze over to Izzy where he lies in bed watching them with an air of disinterest and a vibrator. "Stop whining, Bonnet, and put that pathetic cock of yours to use," he says, arching his back and grunting as he adjusts the vibrator in his cunt. Stede's cock twitches at the derision, and Ed chuckles warmly. "See? You can go again. Come on." He squeezes his hand around Stede's cock and then starts to tug him off again. Stede whimpers, toes curling and hands gripping the couch cushions beneath him. His senses begin to mix together, the white hot overstimulation blurring with the cozy warmth of Ed's arms around him, the continuous sound of a vibrator, and the gorgeous sight of Izzy. His lips are parted around the occasional soft gasp as he moves his vibrator just right. He has one hand on his hairy chest, his fingers tugging at a nipple. He sends the occasional uninterested seeming glance Stede's way, which only somehow causes the pain-laced pleasure Stede feels to build again. He nearly screams as Ed forces another orgasm from his sensitive prick, squeezing like he can wring out every last drop. He fondles Stede's oversensitive balls, and Stede groans, looking down at himself as a mere dribble of semen slides down the side of his cock. "Pathetic," Izzy deadpans. Stede's cock immediately surges with another wave of too-much pleasure with not a dribble of cum to show for it. Ed hums in agreement, giving Stede another stroke for good measure. He sobs, still feeling desperately sensitive once Edward lets go. Even just the air around his cock is almost too much. "We'll give you a little break," Ed decides, mercifully, shifting Stede gently off of his lap. "Oh, thank god," he breathes, voice barely there. Stede lies back against the couch and closes his eyes, as Ed picks up the container, examining the session's yield. "Then, when your balls are all full again, me and Iz can switch," he decides cheerily. Stede cracks an eye open to meet Izzy's gaze, shuddering at the small, sadistic grin he finds. His cock gives a pathetic, spent, twitch in anticipation.
October 3, 2025 at 11:27 PM
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day two - free use

okay more domestic edizzy sue me i’m in a mood (ft orgasm denial)
10/2 - knifeplay | free use | cum inflation (free use is in bold as that is the prompt used) Ed already knows exactly what he plans to do by the time he gets to the kitchen, but he stops in the doorway when he gets there nonetheless. Izzy is in the middle of washing up dinner's dishes. Their guests have long since gone, leaving them alone together again. The house is warm, but not too warm. Ed is tipsy, and Izzy looks just as inviting as he expected. Izzy's biceps bulge as he puts too much effort into scrubbing off a stain that set while they were all drinking, and Ed can't help but think about how they bulge similarly when he decides to fight against Ed's hands holding him in place. His cock twitches in interest as he thinks about the effort it can take to overpower Izzy. When Ed steps into the kitchen and moves to the side, he can just see the focused knit of Izzy's brow. He cannot wait to steal that focus for himself. Izzy's shirtsleeves are rolled up, and his painted-on jeans act as the main barrier between Ed and what he wants. Ed has a fleeting thought about making Izzy wear his skirts around the house-for easy access as well as the flush that would most certainly decorate his cheeks, but he quickly refocuses on the task at hand. He comes up behind Izzy with purposefully loud footsteps, lest he fall victim to the quick reflexes of an Izzy startled out of a cleaning trance. He rests his hands on Izzy's hips, nuzzling his nose against his head and breathing him in. "Edward," Izzy greets, attempting to continue his dishwashing as Ed wraps himself around him. "Izzy," Ed answers, reaching around to unbutton Izzy's trousers without another word. Izzy gives a slightly exasperated sigh, but he steps back and lets Ed peel his jeans off where he stands. Ed then drops his own, and the blunt head of Ed's cock nudges itself between Izzy's folds while Edward nips at his neck. He leans his head back, inviting more of the attention, and Ed slaps his bare hip, nodding over his shoulder to the sink. "Not done, are you?" he asks. Izzy bites back his complaint. "No, sir." Ed hums, pleased with the answer and title. "Keep going then, yeah?" As soon as Izzy picks up another dish, Ed shoves forward, burying himself inside in a single thrust that nearly knocks the wind out of Izzy. He clutches the counter to steady himself, and Ed immediately starts to fuck him, leaving no time for the slight burn to dissipate. Izzy does his best to continue his work, putting an arch in his back and leaning over the sink. He manages to get three more of the dirty dishes cleaned before Ed adjusts his angle and somehow picks up the pace even more, slamming against his spot. Izzy struggles to keep the moans and gasps from spilling out of his mouth with every rough thrust. He can feel Ed's fingers leaving bruises on his hips, and that familiar coil of pleasure has already begun to tighten in his abdomen. Ed curls around him, one hand on his stomach, the other on his hip. His thrusts grow more and more erratic as he chases his own peak. There's something so fucking enticing about it, the knowledge that Ed is simply taking Izzy's cunt for a quickie with no care for anything but his own pleasure. Edward bites down on his shoulder, and with a groan, he's coming inside of Izzy. Izzy clenches around him, whimpering without meaning to. He reaches to touch himself, to push himself over the edge as Ed fucks him through his own climax, but Ed manages to catch his wrist, tugging it away as he groans through the last few waves of pleasure. "Edward," Izzy sobs in complaint as Ed's thrusts slow and then stop. Ed merely chuckles as he slides out of Izzy's cunt, nudging his leg with a knee in an unspoken request for Izzy to keep his legs spread. He bites his lip as he takes in the sight of the spend leaking out of Izzy when he pulls out. He reaches down with a hand, gathering some of the cum and pressing it back inside. Izzy makes a frustrated sound, wiggling his hips. "What?" Ed asks, a patronizing lilt to his tone as he presses his fingers deeper into Izzy's leaking cunt. "Did you want to come?" Both the expression Izzy gives him and the tone he takes are exasperated, but he answers just as obediently as always. "Yes, sir." Ed slides his fingers out of Izzy's cunt, wiping them off on the dishtowel Izzy's using and humming in faux sympathy. "Finish these up, then we'll see," he says. He pats Izzy on the arse once, then turns to grab another drink from the fridge before leaving Izzy still dripping come and bent over the sink.
October 2, 2025 at 9:33 PM
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for day one - cockwarming 🥰
(they won’t all be fluffy edizzy. probably)
10/1: sex machine | cockwarming | anal beads (cockwarming is in bold as it is the prompt used) "Mm. Love this part," Ed murmurs sleepily. It's muffled by the pillows and barely audible, but Izzy still manages to catch the words. "What part?" he asks, one hand still idly stroking Ed's back. Ed grins to himself, wiggling his bum slightly where he sits straddling Izzy's cock. "When you've finished but you're still in me." He emphasizes his words by clenching around Izzy. Izzy chuckles, giving a shallow thrust up into Ed's tight warmth. "Yeah?" Ed can hear the fondness in Izzy's voice, and combined with the lingering bliss from the two orgasms he just received, it makes him feel a bit giddy. He can feel Izzy's cock twitch, growing just hard enough again to keep from slipping out. After a lovely evening of sipping beer and watching reality TV that Izzy pretended to have no investment in, Ed had already been in that pleasant slightly floaty place when Izzy guided him up to bed, and he's still there now as he drifts in the afterglow, enjoying the feeling of fullness. Ed nuzzles his nose against Izzy's neck. "Think we can stay like this until I fall asleep?" he asks, letting his eyes fall closed again to bask in the feeling of Izzy inside of him and wrapped up all around him. Izzy squeezes Ed's hip, "Sure, Eddie," he whispers, pressing a kiss to Ed's shoulder. As far as he's concerned, they can stay like this forever.
October 2, 2025 at 12:38 AM
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much to think about
OFMD ao3 tags @ofmdao3.bsky.social This Is About Love and Healing OFMD ao3 tags @ofmdao3.bsky.social Service Top Jack
October 1, 2025 at 8:58 PM
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i love when i go to the genius page of an edizzy song and find more edizzy
with punk influences. A song about a relationship between a couple which has split up, but the guy still loves her and has gone off the rails. The story is told from the guy's point of view looking back over the break up after he has gotten over her. It indicates he no longer thinks about her and can barely even remember her, yet when he does it occurs to him that he still loves her.
September 25, 2025 at 7:51 PM
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they’re still cute tho i think they’ll figure it out
"I can tell him he has to stay somewhere else. He's got plenty of friends out there." "But he came to you," Stede says. Izzy bites his lip, glancing back out at the living room where their guest sits fiddling with the coasters on the coffee table. When he looks back at Stede, his expression is loaded with more emotions than Stede could possibly sort out. "This is—you are everything to me, Stede," Izzy whispers. “I don't want to fuck it up." Stede softens.
September 23, 2025 at 6:22 AM
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look at all my shinies they’re the backbone of my mental health rn
pokémon go screenshot showing all my shiny pokémon. they are mostly flabebès second screenshot showing the rest of my shiny pokémon
September 21, 2025 at 4:45 AM
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i just think
く Another Life Motionless In White As I see you now in what's left of me Is it too late to plead insanity? (I won't let go) 'cause I hate that it seemed you were never enough Yeah, we're broken and bleeding in the name of love And I hope that we meet in another life I hope that we meet in another life I don't hate that I need you (I don't hate that I need you)
September 19, 2025 at 3:31 AM