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.