Remember that the #IzzyStepsOn AO3 collection ( archiveofourown.org/collections/...) is always open, as is the #StepOnIzzy Day collection (archiveofourown.org/collections/StepOnIzzy)

Hmmmm I have written for every #StepOnIzzy and #IzzyStepsOn so far, and I don't want to break my streak! Who would you like to see Izzy step on? 👀

Yes!!!!!!!! We have a date!

I have my Stizzy Orc/Hobbit Sequel ready, and some ideas for more parts!

Orc Izzy is absolutely stepping on Hobbit Stede, just as Stede stepped on him!

#steponizzy #izzystepson

Screenshot of the reveal of Izzy wearing his unicorn leg, with text over it reading "#IzzyStepsOn" and "August 6th 2025"

#IzzyStepsOn returns for 2025 on August 6th!
What is #IzzyStepsOn?
Think of it as a reverse #StepOnIzzy day. Izzy has been kicked around and trod on quite a bit, but, now, it is his turn.

Also #StepOnIzzy

boys trip 💘
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#steponizzy #kissfangweekend

#StepOnIzzy Day was literally 2 days ago

Here is a thread with my new and past #StepOnIzzy contributions!

New one for #StepOnIzzy

Title: Below My Feet
Fandom: #ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath
Characters: Ned, Izzy
Pairings: Ned/Izzy
Word Count: 200
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Modern AU
Summary: Ned gives Izzy everything he wants.
archiveofourown.org/works/65377468

Thank you everyone for another great #StepOnIzzy Day! There is, of course, still time to join in on the fun, and the AO3 collection ( archiveofourown.org/collections/... ) is always open for all your Izzy Being Stepped On needs.

Finally, for #IzzyStepsOn, "Stampede." Post S2 Izzy/Frenchie, rated M. When news comes that Hornigold is still alive and selling information to the navy, the whole band gets back together to take him down. And Izzy wants dibs. #StepOnIzzy

archiveofourown.org/works/57875515

Next, "Guess I'll Know When I Get There." Post S2 JimIzzy with other side pairings. Jim POV, with Izzy teaching them how to dom. #StepOnIzzy

archiveofourown.org/works/55569769

Next, "Trouble in These Fevered Rooms." Post S1 Steddyhands, rated E. Rare Stede POV. From the beginning notes: "This is just all the things I like... boot kink, playing with tits, stepping on dicks." 👍 #StepOnIzzy

archiveofourown.org/works/49004683

I'll share my past #StepOnIzzy contributions here too! Each with a different ship/vibe.

First up, "In the Violet Hour." Short & sweet T4T modern AU EdIzzy, rated M. I wrote this one because I wanted to put Ed in giant fuckoff boots and have Izzy utterly besotted. archiveofourown.org/works/46907797

pencil sketch of Izzy Hands's torso from the POV of Ed, standing above him with his foot planted squarely in the middle. Izzy is gripping Ed's calf with one hand.

Also from a previous #StepOnIzzy Day, some art I haven't yet reposted here

Izzy is on the floor, head down, one arm braced in front of him, the other braced next to him. Stede stands over him in breeches, stockings, and heeled shoes, one foot on Izzy’s head.

happy #StepOnIzzy day to all those who celebrate 😌
#stizzy

Some Kind of Kiss StrangeBlueGlow Summary: “You’re a sick fuck, you know that, Iz?” he teases, his sword, previously pointed at Izzy’s throat, swinging lower, the tip coming to rest between Izzy’s legs.

A #StepOnIzzy Day fic from a previous year that I haven't reshared here yet | #EdIzzy. E. ~1.5k words. | #OFMDFic 🔗 archiveofourown.org/collections/...

A #SteponIzzy from last year

Title: Just a Bit of Pressure
Fandom: #ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath
Characters: Izzy, Stede
Pairings: Izzy/Stede
Word Count: 500
Rating: NC-17
A/N: AU after 2x5
Summary: Izzy asks Stede to do something for him.
archiveofourown.org/works/55662724

Oldie, but like made for #StepOnIzzy -day ✨️

“I don’t know if this is going to work,” Izzy grumbles, mostly to himself, it a little late in proceedings to actually change anything, not that he thinks he would’ve had much luck in trying to persuade Edward to change his plan if he had the opportunity to say anything earlier. Once an idea got stuck in Edward’s head, it was there until either he’d followed through on it, or a more interesting one replaced it, and Izzy has never been that good at coming up with interesting ideas. Edward’s idea this time was launching himself from their ship to the one they were boarding. He’d ruled out explosives - for the time being, at least, he was working with some of the boys on getting things more controlled in that department and was open to the idea in the future when he was reasonably certain he wouldn’t be a casualty - but had settled on an assisted running leap. They’d practiced a bit, sending Edward into the ocean to gauge how far he could be flung with Izzy’s help so they knew how close the ships had to be for Edward to successfully make it to the other one, and on to the deck so Edward could stick his landing, but practice was different than the real deal, where things were moving and tensions where high, where Edward was being flung onto a vessel full of men with swords and guns and a vested interest in not being boarded. “Of course it will work,” Edward assures with an easy smile, clapping Izzy on the shoulder, “When has this shit gone wrong before?”

Izzy doesn’t point out that it only has to go wrong once for the growing legend of Blackbeard to quickly become nothing more than a drunkard’s fond tale of some nameless twat who tried to jump from ship to ship and drowned or landed on a sword for his trouble, mostly because he doesn’t have the time to. Their ship is rapidly gaining on their target, and he and Edward are both occupied with barking orders to get everything into position. After a few warning shots and some damage taken by both sides, the ships are aligned, just too far to for a board to reach, and neither side appearing to have grapples readied. The ships bob in the sea as the target tries to maneuver away but Blackbeard’s vessel doesn’t allow them an inch, and Izzy tucks himself out of sight near the point where the ships are closest. At his signal, Edward starts his rush toward the edge of the deck. “You’re being boarded by Captain Blackbeard,” Edward shouts, voice booming over the sound of his boots pounding against the wood until he is nearly at the rail. He steps onto Izzy’s waiting palms, and Izzy lifts him upward, heaving him into the sky and overboard, toward the other ship. It seems the whole of the enemy crew have paused to watch as Blackbeard leaps inhumanly far, in shock as he lands on their deck with flourish, brandishing his sword.

“Surrender now and you won’t have to suffer for long!” Edward continues, the pause from their target just long enough that his own crew was able to close the last of the gap and set a board between the ships, his men rushing over to join him. It’s brilliant. It’s beautiful. It makes Izzy want to kill Edward for being so reckless, but he’ll settle for pushing his sword through anyone stupid enough to get too close the same as he had pushed Edward through the air instead.

Pulling through for my own event with a little ficlet where Izzy is technically stepped on (used as a springboard) #StepOnIzzy

Screenshot of an AO3 summary and tags. Hot, or Even Worse, Warm by SpaceCadetGlow Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply M/M Complete Work 26 Apr 2025 Tags No Archive Warnings Apply Israel Hands/"Calico" Jack Rackham, Israel Hands, "Calico" Jack Rackham, Pre-Canon Young Israel Hands, Young "Calico" Jack Rackham, boot kink, Frottage, Masturbation, Semi-Public Sex, spitting, Internalized Homophobia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Drinking, Step On Izzy Day, Cis Israel Hands, POV "Calico" Jack Rackham, Dry Humping, Coming In Pants, Fellas is it gay to encourage your crewmate to hump your boot Summary While pilfering some booze below decks, Jack pushes his luck with Izzy. It's all fun and games until they're at risk of being discovered. Jack lives for moments like these, when he can see it all settling into place. Something in the eyes when the other person stops playing hard to get, and realizes they’ve been got. It’s just a little extra work with Izzy than with most people. And that’s fine by Jack – sails don’t catch the wind without enough tension on them. Language: English Words: 3,873 Chapters: 1/1 Collections: 1 Hits: 0

It is time once again to Step! On! Izzy! 🙌🎉😍

I've got a new fic to celebrate, featuring precanon CJizzy boot humping. They're young, they're horny, and they absolutely are NOT talking about this later. I'm calling their dynamic here frat4brat.

archiveofourown.org/works/65056525

#StepOnIzzy

ALSO: Feel free to repost things from previous years! It's the first year of #StepOnIzzy on bsky, give people a chance to (re)discover your art from 2023 or that fic that wasn't for the event but does coincidentally have Izzy being stepped on, no matter when it was posted!

If you find good #StepOnIzzy content, please share! I love it!

Use the #StepOnIzzy hashtag and/or tag @steponizzy.bsky.social if you'd like to be reposted, and remember to add anything you post on AO3 to our collection: archiveofourown.org/collections/... Have fun!

Black and white image of a boot dangling over the ocean with text: "#StepOnIzzy May 7th 2025"

Happy #StepOnIzzy Day! Today is the day we celebrate Izzy Hands being stepped on! Whoever you want stepping on him for whatever reason, all of it is welcome, just Step! On! Izzy!

An orc family from Rings of Power. ~~~ Optional Endings Part 1: Neutral Ending: Izzy wakes up in sunlight, but the tree provides enough shade for him to be comfortable. He groans, feels the now-cold fluids dripping from his hole, and does his best to clean up with the handkerchief. He refuses to eat the dirty scones. He may be an orc, but he has standards! He puts his furs and leathers on and waits until nightfall to find a stream to wash in. His butt still hurts, but the cool water helps. When Izzy gets his body clean, he washes his furs and leathers. He takes some time to relax as they dry. If he touches himself while thinking of the night before, that’s his business. He puts on his dry furs and leathers, then gathers his weapons from the bushes. “Robbing people on the road is a young orc’s pursuit,” he supposes. He retires in a local orc hideout. He trains the younger warriors to fight smaller foes (he doesn’t specifically say hobbits). One night, an orc named Frenchie comes into the hideout with large bundles in his arms, claiming he robbed a short, “hoity-toity” type of fellow. He gives one bundle to Izzy, who roars in rage upon seeing it filled with strawberry scones. Izzy never fockin’ wants to see another fockin’ Shire-rat in his entire fockin’ life! ~~~ Baby Ending: Izzy wakes up in sunlight, but stays hidden under the handkerchief, furs, and leathers until the next nightfall. He wasn’t able to move without light hitting him, so he couldn’t get to a stream to clean the hobbit semen from his hole until later. Over the course of nine months, he suffers through pregnancy. He can’t keep his orc-draught (likely alcohol) down through the nausea. His body aches and he’s too slow to continue robbing people, so he retires in a local orc hideout. The baby is very small. It has his black orc skin and his nose, but also hobbit ears, curly golden hair, and big feet. He’s given birth to a half-breed halfling! He’ll never let anything hurt his baby.

A white handkerchief with floral patterns. ~~~ Optional Endings Part 2: ~~~ Blackmaw Ending: Izzy is shaken awake an hour later by Blackmaw, who is munching on the strawberry scones. He blinks and takes in his surroundings. Thankfully, the furs and leathers are still covering his semen-filled hole. “Huh? What? Captain, forgive me! I… I was just resting after a meal,” Izzy pleads to Blackmaw, who just laughs and eats another scone. “No worries, mate. Just hope you weren’t planning on eating any of these. They’re mine now.” “No, Captain. Help yourself,” Izzy feels shame at being caught naked and unawares. Blackmaw gleefully holds up the handkerchief and asks, “So, who was this ‘S. B.’ guy, anyway? He must’ve been a real good meal if you conked out after.” Izzy isn’t a creative thinker, so the story he weaves on the spot is obviously a lie, but Blackmaw still lets him tell it. Nothing Izzy is saying would’ve been true if the tale had been believable, anyway. He already saw Izzy’s sore cheeks and sloppy hole when he checked him for wounds earlier. ~~~ Bad Ending: An hour later, a troop of Wood Elves led by Prince Ricky see the vulnerable orc and kill him in his sleep. There isn’t a trace left of Izzy on the handkerchief after cleaning it. They recognize the scones as hobbit cuisine and see hobbit footprints in the dirt, so they go to the Shire to find ‘S. B.’ in Hobbiton. Stede hears knocking at his door and opens it, almost hoping for Izzy to be there. Instead, a troop of Wood Elves greet him and introduce themselves. Stede bows politely in the presence of royalty and asks, “How may I help?” The prince says his troubles are over, but Stede is confused. What troubles? Ricky smiles and hands the handkerchief to him, “Worry yourself not, good sir. The foul creature has been slain.” Stede breaks down, crying in his doorway. The pretentious elves bid him farewell and leave, thinking they returned a loved one’s final heirloom. Perhaps they did…

The entrance to a fancy hobbit home. ~~~ Optional Endings Part 3, 1/2: Vengeful Ending: Izzy wakes up half an hour later with the handkerchief on his face. He sees the initials on it and makes it his new life goal to find the hobbit and kill him. He cleans up with the handkerchief, gets dressed, and gathers his weapons from the bushes. Over the next few nights, Izzy interrogates all hobbits on their way to Bree until one gives up the name and location of “Stede Bonnet.” He lets the confused, frightened hobbit go free (with empty pockets), snickering at the “horse hat” name. Izzy waits until cover of night and uses forest trails to sneak past the guards on watch. He finds Stede’s home, crawls through an empty window, and finds him sound asleep in his plush bed. “Death is too quick! Too easy,” Izzy thinks. Now that he’s here, he wants to play with his food! He carefully removes his weapons, furs, and leathers to avoid making any noise and begins his revenge. He moves Stede’s hands to the bedposts and ties them with silk scarves from the bedside table (Izzy doesn’t know that Stede planned this). He slowly pulls down the blankets and sees Stede’s soft, nude body. “Good. The hobbit’s already naked,” Izzy thinks. He doesn’t care to wonder why. Izzy looks at Stede’s big, hairy feet. He thinks about humping them later and shivers, gently moving and tying them to the bed’s bottom bedposts with more scarves. He wonders, “Why does one hobbit even need so many scarves?” Izzy gets the handkerchief from his leathers and ties it around Stede’s mouth. It’s still dirty with their mixed ejaculates from before. The rough handling and bad taste finally wake Stede up. “Let’s see how you fockin’ like it, you twat!” Izzy strokes a screaming Stede until he’s fully erect, then ties the base of his penis with the last scarf. He doesn’t want Stede going limp before he’s had his vengeance. Izzy rides Stede hard. He won’t stop until he’s had at least 5, no, 10 rounds!

Fuchsia, gold, blue, orange, and green silk scarves. ~~~ Optional Endings Part 3, 2/2: Cut to the next scene. Hours have passed since Stede woke up to the best nightmare he’s ever had! Izzy has taken his pleasure from different parts of the hobbit’s body over and over, grinding, howling, and playing with his piercings. He eventually removes the scarf from Stede’s penis, rides him once again, and lets him ejaculate inside his hole. Izzy gets up, sits on Stede’s face, removes the ruined handkerchief, and tugs his hair. “Clean up your mess, and don’t even think about using teeth,” he snarls. Stede immediately gets to work using his tongue to lick the hole clean. Above him, Izzy hisses. The overstimulation hurts his clit, but he needs to prove a point. “More! Keep doing that with your tongue, yes! Oh fu-” Izzy throws back his head and screams, squirting all over Stede’s face. He lifts up and falls back onto the bed, purring and fully satisfied. “What is even happening right now,” comes a voice from beside them. A younger hobbit, Lucius, is standing in the hall, staring bug-eyed and wide-mouthed at the scene in shock. Izzy snarls, runs to the empty window, and crawls outside. He left nude, so he’ll have to avoid the guards on watch and rob a clothesline. He’ll use a shovel as a weapon until he comes back tomorrow for his stuff. Lucius shakes his head and goes to untie his neighbor’s arms. He found Mr. Bonnet’s spare key under a flowerpot and wanted to check on him. He explains that he heard ghastly noises from next door and thought an army of goblins had moved in. “No, just one very… naked… orc,” Stede blushes and unties his legs. He covers his body and wipes his face. “Pete’s on guard tonight, so that might be why it got in. Is there something I should know, Mr. Bonnet? The orc seemed to be on friendly terms with you.” “No! The fiend broke in and had his way with me!” “His? Ok. Would it be weird if I was, like, suddenly into an orc?”

These are Optional Endings. The Bad one may cause depression!

CW: Hobbit Cis!Stede, Orc Trans!Izzy, Middle Earth Racism, Masturbation, M!Preg, Scarf Bondage, Dub-Con, Foot Kink, Humping, Interspecies Sex, PIV Sex, Oral Sex, Hair Pulling, Delayed Orgasm, Death

#nsfw #stizzy #ofmdnsfw #steponizzy

The big, hairy feet of a hobbit. ~~~ Stizzy Orc/Hobbit Situation Part 9: “Finish me off right fockin’ now or I’ll fockin’ murder you!” “You’re not in any position to do anything of the sort,” Stede huffs. Izzy whimpers. He’s getting desperate! He tries appealing to Stede’s more gentle hobbit nature, since threats aren’t working, “Would you really leave me all alone like this? I thought you were a hobbit, not a goblin!” It works! Stede sighs, “Oh, alright, you foul, needy creature. I’ll be a gentlehobbit and take care of you. Flip over, and don’t try any funny business.” Izzy’s so relieved, he could cry (but he doesn’t)! Insert the final flipping process here. “Let’s get this over and done with,” Stede stands over the orc and puts one of his feet on his torso. He massages his pecs and belly, then moves his foot lower to massage his fuzzy mound. “I need… Ugh,” Izzy doesn’t want to admit it, but he still needs more help to finish. Stede removes his foot and raises his brow, “What is it? What do you need?” “I need to be choked. Put both feet on me too!” Stede is too short to hold Izzy’s throat and rub his feet against his clit at the same time without getting on top of the orc’s chest, and he refuses to do that! Izzy could move his head and bite him! Instead, he wraps the last chain around Izzy’s neck. He grabs the ends and sits down between his legs. He positions both big toes around Izzy’s clit and begins stroking. The hood moves along the glans and one of his other toes tugs the ring a bit. Izzy is doing his best to rut between the hobbit’s feet with the cuffs still around his ankles. He’s so close again, but he needs more to tip him over the edge. “Choke me harder,” Izzy begs, so Stede pulls the chain harder. Izzy howls and whines, bucking his hips, and squirts all over Stede’s feet. His clit throbs between the toes and the contractions push some of the semen out of his hole. He isn’t able to get enough air to pant, so he passes out.

Three large porcini mushrooms growing in a forest. ~~~ Stizzy Orc/Hobbit Situation Part 10: Stede gasps and removes the chain from Izzy’s neck. He holds one hand on his chest and another over his mouth. Izzy’s breathing again, but slowly. That orgasm must’ve really done him in! Happy he didn’t actually kill him, Stede unlocks Izzy’s cuffs and removes the chains from the tree and ground. He sighs, stretches, and puts his clothes on. He drapes the extra furs and leather scraps over Izzy’s nude body. “Just in case he gets cold! If orcs even get cold,” he thinks. Stede picks up the messy things pulled from his bag, brushes away the dirt and plant fibers, and puts them away. He’ll clean them properly when he gets back to his home in Hobbiton. Even though the strawberry scones are filthy, he gathers them in a pile next to Izzy’s head (Izzy won’t be eating the old food in the morning, fock you very much, but Stede doesn’t know that). Stede takes one last moment to look at the sleeping orc’s face. It’s oddly handsome in its own way. He places a kiss upon Izzy’s cheek, noting the twitch of his eye. Dawn will break in a few hours. Stede knows that orcs have no love for sunlight, so he puts a handkerchief over Izzy’s eyes. It’s embroidered with ‘S. B.’ in blue thread. Stede makes his way to the Brandywine Bridge. He’s hungry, thirsty, and sleepy, but he doesn’t want to stick around for Izzy’s revenge. Once he crosses the bridge, the guards will keep him safe. It’s still a good bit of a walk to the nearest inn, though. On his way, he sees large porcini mushrooms. He laughs and thinks to himself, “Ha! What luck! I’ve finally found the mushrooms!” He harvests as many as his bag and pockets will carry. Dawn has finally broken. Stede yawns and leaves the other mushrooms behind. He could always come back another day. Cut to the next scene, where Stede’s drinking tea and eating fried mushrooms in his home. He smiles and wonders if Izzy likes tea or mushrooms.

Stede finishes the punishment and leaves.

CW: Hobbit Cis!Stede, Orc Trans!Izzy, Body Piercings, Middle Earth Racism, Chain Bondage, Dub-Con, Knifeplay, Punishment, Humiliation, Foot Kink, Interspecies Sex, Humping, Choking, Delayed Orgasm, Squirting, Fainting

#nsfw #stizzy #ofmdnsfw #steponizzy

A thin tree with low branches in a forest with a flat, rocky terrain. It’s similar to the main tree in the story, but with bare plants around it. ~~~ Stizzy Orc/Hobbit Situation Part 5: Stede continues holding his Elvish dagger against Izzy’s face and orders the orc to scoot forward. Once the chain is tight, Stede walks to one of its ankle chains, grabs it, and walks away until it pulls tight too. He locks the empty cuff, holds it to the ground, and secures it with the thick stick. He finds another sturdy stick and does the same to the other chain in the opposite direction. The orc’s arms are held close together and its legs are spread wide. It’s completely at his mercy now! Stede stands between the orc’s legs and looks down his nose at it. It bares it teeth in response to the demeaning expression. Fed up with the creature’s behavior, Stede slams his large, hairy hobbit foot into its groin. It groans in shock, then moves its hips up as much as the chains allow. How odd! Stede would’ve thought the orc would recoil in pain, but it seemed to enjoy the abuse. He pushes harder, but doesn’t feel anything like a penis. “Wow, I didn’t know you were a female orc!” “I’m not! I’m a male orc, you little sh!t,” Izzy declares. “Well, alright then. If you say so, then I guess you’re just very unfortunately endowed.” “You don’t know anything about me!” “I know that you like me stepping on you. I know that you underestimated me. I also know that if you really tried, you could’ve knocked my dagger away and killed me. I didn’t know you wanted to be put in your place before, but I do now.” Izzy roars in frustration. If he were free, he’d throttle the Shire-rat! The smug little twat is moving his foot around now, and the friction feels so fockin’ good, but his words are so painful. He’d make a good living by being an unconventional, but successful, torturer. “Then… Then do something about it! Stop messing about!” “That’s better, isn’t it?” Izzy grumbles.

An emerald in a silver ring ear piercing. Izzy has the HCH (Horizontal Clitoral Hood) piercing, but I won’t post pictures of that! ~~~ Stizzy Orc/Hobbit Situation Part 6: Stede removes his foot from Izzy’s groin and the orc whines. The hobbit had felt a lump, so the orc really does enjoy being roughed up! Stede orders Izzy to stay put, then removes the sticks from the ground. He tells him to flip back over, and Izzy does. He removes the cuffs from his legs and goes behind the tree. Just like before, he gets Izzy to move towards the tree and secures the chain links with a strong stick. Stede takes the animal furs and armored leathers off of Izzy’s legs and cute, tiny bum, smiling to himself. He unties the laces from the ones on his arms and torso, then slips them off. He sees the big muscles in Izzy’s arms and gets hot under his collar. He thinks, “He’s hunky!” He tells Izzy to flip over again. The orc keeps his legs tightly closed when he does. Even though Stede can’t see what Izzy’s crotch looks like yet, he gets a plentiful view of his broad, hairy chest, soft belly, and pierced nipples. It takes a moment for Stede to quit ogling and go back to work. He puts the cuffs on Izzy’s ankles again. Stede pulls the left chain from Izzy and secures it. He does the same to the right. Izzy’s feet are spread as wide as his arms. Now Stede can get a proper look between them. He gasps and his eyes bulge. There is a ring (not The One Ring) with an emerald pierced horizontally through the hood of a *huge clit! He flicks and tugs the ring. Izzy stops himself from moaning. It feels good, but not enough! His clit twitches, begging for attention. Stede purposely avoids it. “I’d have imagined you’d have an oozy smell, being an orc and all. You’re surprisingly clean.” “Oh, you’d ‘have imagined’ it, eh? I fockin’ wash!” “Yes, I noticed how tidy you keep your hair and rags.” *It’s 2.5” (6.35 cm), so Izzy’s had a Middle Earth Metoidioplasty (clitoral release)!

Gundabad Armor Concept Art by Nick Keller via Weta Workshop. The image is from https://www.artstation.com/artwork/n1oRK. Izzy’s animal furs and armored leathers look a bit like these, but without the heads on pikes, helmet, shield, or boots. ~~~ Stizzy Orc/Hobbit Situation Part 7: “They’re not rags, you entitled twat!” “They’re not going to win you a beauty contest either.” “Fock off! Wait, not from there!” Stede lets go of the clitoral hood piercing and moves both hands to the orc’s nipple piercings. The nipples are already hard, and Izzy’s chest is rising and falling from his deep breaths. Soft growls come from the back of his throat. Stede can feel prejeculate from his erection making a wet spot in his trousers. Hearing and seeing the pleasure he’s giving the orc is surprisingly erotic! Stede wants more, and so does the orc, so why shouldn’t he have more fun? Stede removes his hands from an unhappy Izzy. He does the “insecure ankle chain process” again, then grabs the dagger and says, “Flip over now, there’s a good sport!” Izzy grumbles and flips over. Instead of his sore rear rubbing raw against dirt and rocks, it’s exposed to the cold night air. He jolts like a startled horse when Stede brushes away the dirt. Stede lays the dagger against Izzy’s back and secures his ankle chains again. The naked orc’s hard clit and nipples rub against the stone and he writhes in pleasurable pain. Stede doesn’t tell Izzy to scoot forward again, because he secures the chain links around the tree in front of him. He reasons with himself, “It’s just in case he needs something to grip.” The orc thinks about his life choices as the hobbit undresses behind him. Ever since he left Blackmaw’s orc pack, he’s had nobody to give him direction. The hobbit humiliating him is the last straw. He really needs to retire. Izzy feels Stede’s hands pull apart the cheeks of his raw, red rear and shouts, “No! Not there!” “Ok, not there. I don’t have oil with me anyway.”

Metal cuffs on a chain. ~~~ Stizzy Orc/Hobbit Situation Part 8: “Oil? What’s wrong with spit? It works just fine,” Izzy thinks as Stede moves his hands lower. He doesn’t hear any spitting behind him before the tip of the hobbit’s penis rubs against his hole. He’s going to try going in dry! “No! Wait! Wait, I need to be stretched first! You can’t just put it in,” Izzy tries to close his legs, but the chains hold fast. He feels Stede rub a finger across his tight hole and his breathing quickens. “Wow! With how wet you are, I don’t believe you need stretching!” Izzy’s brow furrows at being offended at first, then he cackles at the idea of the little fellow having a “little fellow.” Why was he even scared? “Ha! Right, forgot you were a half-pint for a mo… Oh… Oh!” Stede should’ve stretched him anyway! Izzy was expecting something the *size of his thumb! “You focker! It’s too much! Ahh, I wasn’t… mmm… ready…” “Be quiet! I’m not done with you yet,” Stede doesn’t stop, but as he continues to thrust, the burn fades into pure pleasure. Izzy’s eyes roll back and he purrs. The vibrations go through his body into Stede’s. When the hobbit goes harder, Izzy’s clit rubs against the rocks below. It only hurts a little, and Izzy loves it. He’s already made a fool of himself multiple times tonight, so he doesn’t feel shame in letting out noise. Stede rises up a bit to get a better angle. He goes deeper and Izzy can feel him hitting his g-spot. Yes! He’s so close! Just a little more! Stede moans and ejaculates mere seconds before Izzy can finish, so he makes his annoyance known. “Really? That’s all you’ve got? You’re joking!” “Oh hush! It’s part of your punishment.” No no no no no no! The hobbit can’t just leave him like this! *Stede’s 5.5” (~14 cm) penis is huge for a hobbit, but average to Big Folk! Izzy’s a smaller orc and hasn’t had more than his own short fingers in years. Without proper preparation, it feels very uncomfortable, but not painful.

Stede puts his foot down!

CW: Hobbit Cis!Stede, Orc Trans!Izzy, Body Piercings, Middle Earth Racism, Chain Bondage, Dub-Con, Knifeplay, Punishment, Foot Kink, Interspecies Sex, Humping, Accidental Misgendering, Humiliation, Nipple Play, PIV Sex, Orgasm Denial

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Strawberry scones. ~~~ Stizzy Orc/Hobbit Situation Part 1: Stede would usually collect mushrooms within the borders of the Shire, but once he heard rumors of a larger variety across the Brandywine River, he decided to take a chance to find them! He spends all day looking for them, not noticing that the sun is setting. The sound of chirping birds gives way to cricket songs. Stede gives up, huffing and throwing his hands into the air before sitting on a fallen tree. His big, hairy hobbit feet throb from the journey and the search. He opens his bag and takes out some strawberry scones and a skein of water. He’d packed enough supplies for dinner, but had foolishly hoped to have the mushrooms by supper! Suddenly, he hears rustling and snarling behind him, then is grabbed by a pair of large hands from behind! Oh no! He wasn’t able to grab his Elvish dagger in time! A deep, raspy voice growls in his ear, “What a sweet little treat I’ve found!” Stede’s shoved to the ground next to the dirty scones and empty skein. The voice behind him sneers, “Oh, look. Your poor snacks have gotten filthy! You better’ve packed more to share!” The brigand puts both of Stede’s wrists in iron cuffs that it loops around a thin tree with low branches. It threatens, “If your bag is empty, I’ll eat you instead!” Stede worries it’ll eat him anyway. Stede gets a better look at his attacker, who is furiously rummaging through his bag. It’s an orc, but a bit shorter than the ones Stede’s heard of in stories (it’s still much taller* than Stede). It has several visible tattoos and its ears and nose are pierced. Its cat-like eyes are as yellow as the pointed teeth in its black mouth. The animal furs and armored leather scraps it’s wearing are cleaner than Stede assumed an orc would have. Its slick hair is kept in a short ponytail and it has a goatee. It’s missing a toe on its left foot and wears a glove on its right hand. *Stede is 3’5” (106.68 cm) and Izzy is 5’7” (~173.7 cm).

Bilbo Baggins from The Hobbit Trilogy unsheathing Sting, an elvish dagger. It’s glowing blue, which means that orcs or goblins are close. ~~~ Stizzy Orc/Hobbit Situation Part 2: Stede sits down against the tree. His wrists are sore, so he moves them around. The chain’s cuffs were meant to lock around the wrists of someone from a larger race than hobbits, so his get loose from the cuffs and he gets free! The orc’s back is turned to him, still distracted by all the knick-knacks in his bag, so Stede is able to quickly and quietly grab his dagger from behind it. He knows that he’s not very experienced in swordplay, so taking it on now would be suicide! He needs to get the upper hand somehow! He checks his surroundings. Ah, yes, the tree! Since the branches of the tree are so low, Stede is able to climb it. He stands on a branch above the orc while holding onto another one above him for balance. It doesn’t have time to look up before Stede lands on it, knocking it face-down into the dirt. Sneaky little hobbit! Stede giggles at the orc’s confused fury. Perhaps nobody told it that hobbits are remarkably light on their feet! The orc sees the blue glow of the Elvish dagger and freezes. It hadn’t accounted for a halfling wielding weapons of any kind, so it was a shock to see one with an enemy blade. Before the orc can recover, Stede holds it to his right cheek and threatens, “Stay down, or I’ll cut out your eye!” “Fine,” the orc snarls, cheek angrily twitching. The blade is pressed hard enough to sting (it’s not Sting), but not cut. Stede uses his left hand to remove the orc’s weapons and throw them into the nearby bushes (nothing was living inside). He orders the orc to crawl to the tree and cuff a wrist, which it does. Keeping the dagger against the orc’s face, he throws the other cuff to loop around the tree. He cuffs its other wrist. Stede takes the risk to move behind the tree, pull the chain tight, and put a sturdy stick between two aligned links.

A sword between two aligned chain links is stuck in the ground. It’s from a scene in the first Shrek movie. This is the best way I know for me to show how Stede keeps them secure, in case my description is confusing. ~~~ Stizzy Orc/Hobbit Situation Part 3: With the orc now chained up, Stede can safely gather his things and escape… after punishing it! “Tell me your name, if you even have one!” “No,” it sneers. Stede presses the dagger to its back, “Tell me your name now!” The orc’s whole body tenses, “Uzze.” “Izzy?” It growls, “Uzze!” “Whatever, I don’t care anymore! Your name’s ‘Izzy’ now.” “Izzy” growls. How dare this twat change its name? It looks back at the hobbit from over its shoulder with the angriest expression it can muster, but the hobbit stands his ground. “Right! I don’t appreciate you pushing me around, so I’m going to punish you.” Izzy shivers. What sort of punishment will it be? It doesn’t think the hobbit would be capable of making it eat its own toe like Blackmaw did. Would he slice out its tongue or break its arms instead? Whatever the case, Izzy won’t let this twat think it’s a coward, “Do your worst.” “Very well,” Stede puts the dagger on Izzy’s back and starts taking off the furs and leathers from its legs. When Izzy feels the hobbit remove more from higher, it begins to rethink its dare. It closes its legs tightly together when its butt is exposed to the chilly night air. Surely the halfling won’t do what the orc thinks he’ll do! “I’ll give you 5 seconds to think of a number starting now.” Izzy writhes for 4 seconds before shouting, “30!” “30 spanks it is!” Oh, so the hobbit is too innocent to really hurt it after all. Izzy’s a bit disappointed. It’s been a while since he’s been mounted. Stede strokes one of his small hands over a flat cheek and giggles, “It’s such a cute, tiny thing, your bum.” Heat rises to Izzy’s face, “Fock off!” Stede gives its left cheek a hard smack, “Start counting, fiend!”

Izzy Hands from OFMD with Stede Bonnet’s dagger against his face. ~~~ Stizzy Orc/Hobbit Situation Part 4: The spanks don’t feel as bad as a flogger, so Izzy doesn’t count. Stede slaps the other cheek and orders it to count again. It just snickers. Stede grabs the dagger and uses the flat edge of the blade next. Izzy gasps and bucks its hips. Now it knows how serious he is! Stede sits on Izzy’s legs to keep it from moving around so much, then orders it to count a final time. Izzy counts. It feels the cold metal of the Elvish weapon leaving bruises, but not cuts. It’s putting it into a slight sense of ease to know that it’s not going to be permanently damaged. Its mind is getting a bit hazy. The delicious pain makes its hole clench and clit throb with every strike. Wait, no! Focus! After the 30th hit, Stede puts the dagger down and asks, “How does your bum feel?” “Fockin’ hurts, you Shire-rat!” “Excellent! That’s how it’s supposed to feel. Do you wish to apologize for your actions now?” “Never!” “That’s a shame. I’ll have to try something different.” Izzy doubts there’s anything the hobbit can do to make it feel sorry. Stede puts the furs and leathers back on Izzy. He gets up to pace and think. After a couple minutes, he sees a glint from another tree. The dagger’s glow must’ve reflected off of whatever is hanging on a branch. The hobbit rushes to the tree and climbs it. Izzy sees Stede discover its three hidden chains and snaps at him to leave them be. It regrets not using them on the hobbit before, but reminds itself that it wouldn’t have mattered. Stede comes back and puts one cuff around Izzy’s left ankle, then a cuff from the other chain on its right. He goes to the back of the tree and removes the twig securing the chain. He comes back to point the dagger against Izzy’s face again, “Flip over.” Izzy flips onto its back and winces. The furs and leathers didn’t feel good going back on its butt before, but the pressure is worse now!

I use anatomical terms for their genitals, but you don’t have to!

Stede’s caught by Izzy in a forest, but gets the upper hand!

CW: Hobbit Cis!Stede, Orc Trans!Izzy, Body Piercings, Middle Earth Racism, Chain Bondage, Dub-Con, Knifeplay, Punishment, Spanking

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Happy Step On Izzy Day 2025!

This Stizzy Situation thread contains a NSFW OFMD/Middle Earth AU with multiple endings in Alt Texts. It’s more of a rough draft than a full story. It’s free for anyone to use! Please tell me if you do; I’d love to see the result!

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