Swedish sailor clothes from the 17th century. Photo from https://www.pinterest.com/pin/17th-century-swedish-sailor-clothing--551128073165879753/. ~~~ Part 1: Before the Ranger was graced by the presence of a young Edward Teach, it was the second ship Vallmo worked on. The first had been reduced to splinters by the merciless pirate captain, Benjamin Hornigold. Vallmo had pleaded for his life in the little English he knew on his knees, hands clasped together. Tears streamed down his soft young face. Perhaps this weeping was what saved his life. Captain Hornigold had taken Vallmo’s wet chin in a fierce, meaty grip and tilted it up to look into his splotchy red face. After a few seconds of silence, the large man asked for his loyalty, but not his name, as if he only mattered if his life was dedicated to the grizzled pirate. Vallmo gave his new captain whatever he could: his oath, identity, voice, and tears. One night, Captain Hornigold asked for the meaning of his name. Vallmo didn’t know the word in English, so he did his best to describe the flower his mother named him after. “That sounds like a poppy,” the older man remarked. From that night onward, Vallmo was “Poppy” in his captain’s quarters. Their next raid was on a large merchant vessel filled with beautiful furniture and clothes, but very little coins. The captain’s ire was calmed only by the sight of an exquisite red and gold dress. He turned to Vallmo and ordered, “Take that to my cabin and guard it. Don’t f*cking tear it.” The young man did as he was told without question. He didn’t have to wait long for his captain’s arrival; the brutish elder had a pep in his step as he shouted orders to the rest of the crew to grab anything valuable and ready the Ranger to sail again. Captain Hornigold opened the door to his cabin and locked it tight behind him, “Undress, Poppy.” The blonde hastily removed his brown cap, leather shoes, thin wool coat, loose gray breeches, and white cotton long johns.

A portrait of Christiane Marie Foss (1684-1750), married to Carsten Worm 1707, Århus stift. She’s wearing a beautiful floral red Scandinavian dress with a gold/bronze stay, black earrings, and a pearl necklace with a black cross-like adornment. ~~~ Part 2: When Vallmo was completely naked, Captain Hornigold commanded him to put on the exquisite women’s clothes. There was a spark of mischief in the old pirate’s leer. His eyes took in the sight of the young man’s fit form as he dressed himself in the finery. Donning the dress felt good to Vallmo in a way he didn’t expect. He felt beautiful. It didn’t last long, though. His captain took out a small metal cage of sorts from his coat pocket. “You know what this is, Poppy?” Captain Hornigold jeered, “It’s yours.” “A gift? For me?” Vallmo was shocked by this unusual generosity. “Yes. C’mere.” Vallmo strode forward to stand in front of his elder. He accepted the item with a smile, “Thank you, sir!” “Heh heh. Don’t thank me yet,” the man chuckled, picking Vallmo up and tossing him onto the bed. He lifted the hem of the surprised blonde’s dress up to get a clear view of his small c*ck, “Still need a few years to fill out, dontcha?” Blushing, Vallmo nodded. He gulped when his captain picked his penis up by the foreskin and placed the cage over it, then squeaked when he pushed it down, looped the bottom behind his testicles, and locked it. His c*ck had no room to get hard! The old man smiled, “You won’t need to use that tiny thing tonight. Now turn the f*ck over and show me your virgin hole, Poppy.” Vallmo flipped onto his belly with trembling limbs. He knew what would happen next. It wasn’t unwelcome per se, but he was still nervous. Captain Hornigold took a vial of oil from another coat pocket, unbuttoned his trousers, removed and slicked his hard c*ck, then mounted Vallmo, who did his best not to scream as he cried. The Swede decided to escape and change his name for good once they got to port.

Sunday: Non-Stop Knocking Shop (New Kink & PWP)

My fic’s in the Alt Texts.

CW: Manipulative Dom Cis!Hornigold, Sub Cis!Swede, Crying, Dacryphilia, Crossdressing, Dub-Con, BDSM, Adult Toys, Chastity Cage, SPH, Mild Shame, Loss of Virginity, Rough Clothed Anal Sex

#nsfw #ofmdnsfw #OFMDRareShips

1/4: It’s the third night in the past month that Ned’s been to this particular club. Each time, he sits in the same VIP booth, has the same glasses of white wine, and looks at the same pictures of the sex workers available. The young man who gave him the list of profiles, a mouthy twink named Lucius, is the one who refills his glass tonight. Maggie must’ve taken her two-day vacation. “Still not interested in anyone there, Mr. Low?” Lucius asks politely. “None of them are to my taste. Surely you have more than petite women or smooth-shaven men?” Ned looks down his nose at the pictures again in displeasure. Lucius fidgets for a moment before leaning down and whispering, “We might have someone for you, but he’s for top-dollar customers.” Ned taps a finger on the wooden table in warning. The boy quickly adds, “Not that I don’t think you are, obviously! Just thought you should know he’s, like, not cheap.” “What’s his rate for Room 4?” Lucius gives Ned all the details of the club’s payment policy, the rules for his chosen room, and a final warning to not expect niceties or praise of any sort during his time with “Izzy.” It’s not long after Ned pays that he’s told his room is ready. He finishes off his wine and walks to Room 4. It has a lockable sliding door and is spacious enough for a much larger person to use if they wanted. There is a complementary box of condoms and packet of wet wipes on a waist-level shelf opposite of the entryway. Next to the door is a plaque that lists three rules: no breaking skin, no unprotected sex, and no forceful words or actions without explicit consent.

2/4: Ned locks the door behind him and sits on the plush seat facing the wall with three closed-off gloryholes. The hole at the bottom is strictly used for oral sex only. A soft black pillow has been provided below it. The two holes above are for the real reason Ned is here: accessing someone’s chest. Not fully knowing what to expect, he knocks on the wall thrice to get Izzy’s attention. The two top holes are opened and a pair of the most incredible t!ts Ned’s ever seen are pushed through them. They’re just what he wanted: muscled, yet soft, and covered in thick hair. Izzy’s dark pink nipples are small, but perky. Ned’s mouth waters at the sight. He reaches out a hand and touches the left pec. The nipple hardens fast, becoming the center of his attention. He traces two fingers across the areola so as to tease the man behind the wall. He moves on to caress the nipple, then flicks it. When he pinches it, Izzy’s chest twitches. The hidden man puffs it up and pushes his body closer to the wall. Not wanting to neglect the other breast, Ned uses his entire hand to grope and massage the warm flesh. Izzy mustn’t have meant for his soft groan to be audible, for he ends it before it can become louder. “More’s the pity,” Ned thinks. Such lovey music should never be silenced. A sudden hard squeeze to both nipples makes Izzy audibly suck air through his teeth. Ned licks his dry lips and pinches harder. He tweaks and tugs them until he hears his companion’s head come into contact with the wall. Ned can no longer resist the temptation of tasting the man’s t!ts. He leans down and takes a gentle lick to Izzy’s right breast. Sweat has begun to leak from the man’s pores, providing a hint of salt to the clean skin. Izzy makes another unwarranted cry from Ned sucking and nibbling at the erect bud on his breast. He doesn’t pull away when Ned bites the underside, but he does give the wall a tap as a warning when his chest hair is pulled.

3/4: Getting the hint, Ned goes back to groping and laving his tongue over Izzy’s ample mounds. The minutes tick by and both men breathe harder and harder. Ned was just about to give the two perfect nipples another hard pinch when the man attached to them pulls away and closes the top holes with a muffled expletive. Before he can complain, Ned hears the bottom hole open. A gloved right hand beckons him with two fingers. He takes a closer look and sees a plump, hairy pubic mound with what he assumes is the biggest bottom growth he’s ever seen. Izzy puts a translucent dental dam over his hard flesh and pushes it through the gloryhole. It’s obvious how wet and needy he is underneath it. Ned licks teasingly at the latex over Izzy’s hole, feeling it try to clench around his tongue. This seems to frustrate the man, if the brutal hip thrust and growl are anything to go by. Smirking at his companion’s shamelessness, Ned opens his trousers and sits on his knees on the pillow. He coordinates the movements of his fingers on his hard nub to match the swipes of his tongue. Izzy is pushing his groin into every lick Ned takes. It motivates Ned into latching his lips around the growth and sucking hard. The man behind the wall grunts and thrusts into his mouth. Ned feels Izzy’s hardness twitch, preluding an oncoming climax, so he flicks his tongue side-to-side and up and down directly under the tip to tease him further. Only when the other man is trembling in desperation does Ned latch on again, tighter than before, and hum loudly. The pressure and vibrations are all it takes for Izzy to convulse and go silent. His bottom growth bobs with every pulse. Ned speeds up his hand between his legs to reach his own peak. He opens his mouth to moan, releasing the sensitive flesh tenting the latex.

4/4: Izzy pulls his hips away from the wall and Ned’s mouth with a barely concealed huff. The man then closes the hole, leaving Ned to enjoy his orgasm in peace. All of Ned’s frustrations leave his mind. His body tenses like a bowstring, then goes loose. A sigh of blissful relief passes through his lips. The high of Ned’s climax gradually fades. He removes his sticky hand from his puffy folds and cleans up with the provided wet wipes. Once Ned has buttoned his trousers back up and grabbed a few condoms for the road, he exits Room 4. He finds a sink in a clean bathroom (a rare occurrence in any club), washes his hands properly, dries them, and leaves to find Lucius. He decides that before he leaves the club, he must schedule another encounter with Izzy.

Look! Fiddlehands smut for Becky (@killerweasel.bsky.social)!

Ned pays for exclusive access to Izzy’s 3 gloryholes.

CW: Sex Worker Trans!Izzy, Trans!Ned, Modern AU, Kink Club, Mild Alcohol, BDSM, Gloryholes, Nipple Play, Biting, Dental Dams, Oral Sex, Masturbation

#nsfw #fiddlehands #ofmdnsfw

came home from date night, couldn't even make it to the couch or bedroom tsk tsk #ofmd #ofmdnsfw

Title card with the text, “Touché rated E, 4.5 k, PWP A Parry & Riposte story by R | Politest Menace.” The background shows palm trees against the night sky. Photo credit Steve Wall on Flickr, under the СС ВY-NC-SA 4.0 license.

It’s here!! My 100th fic!! 🎉 had to go back to my first lads, the stabby boys, for this milestone. NO you don’t need to have read anything else in the series, I swear! More on that below (plus tags and summary) ⬇️

archiveofourown.org/works/82859801

#ofmdfic #gentlebeard #ofmdnsfw

Stede hasn’t stopped at the tattoo, though. He’s stroking confidently down over Ed’s ass cheek, digging his fingers in beside the plug, and he’s not pulling it out, no, he’s fucking, pushing his finger in beside the plug, stretching Ed so much wider, and— Ed lets out a groan, and Stede freezes. He barely manages not to roll his eyes. “She’ll think I’m fucking someone else,” he hisses. “She knows I’m at your house,” Stede hisses right back. “Then send her a message. Tell her you had to go fucking… buy some milk or something.” Stede’s frowning. “No. No, I won’t be doing that, you just need to be quiet. We should go inside—” “I want my nice little massage outside, in the sunshine,” Ed says, snuggling down into his cushion a little more. “Maybe you should shut me up yourself.” He should probably be alarmed at the spark that flares in Stede’s eyes at that. He doesn’t get time to be, though, before Stede moves.

A screenshot of a community writing tag with today's word 'need'

Next chapter of the neighbour boys should be up tomorrow 👀

A little #WIPWednesday in the meantime! #OFMDNSFW

Something I draw for my boyfriend
Edstede smut
#ofmd #ofmdnsfw #edstede #gentlebeard

a NSFW digital drawing of a scene from chapter 10 of acts of contrition by KalansPhantom. the drawing is a bird’s eye view of ed fully naked laying back on the altar. stede/father bonnet is standing between his legs, wearing a purple and gold cassock, fingering ed with one hand and pressing the other against ed’s chest. the shadow of a cross is cast over them

“You deserve to feel good. You deserve good things, fine things.”

so i did have to draw that scene from ch10 of acts of contrition immediately

#ofmdnsfw

A carrot that grew to look like it has legs and a tiny penis. ~~~ Steddyhands Fun-Size Fic Part 1: Ed had been born with a micropenis. His father hadn’t shown up for his birth, choosing to spend time at the pub rather than invite his son into the world, so when Ed’s mother brought their baby home, the drunk b*stard took one look at the boy’s undersized penis and asked if the child was really his. That had made Ed’s mother cry, which in turn made the newborn cry, and the noise angered Mr. Teach into leaving for the night. Mrs. Teach was Ed’s sole diaper changer. After enduring the horrid behavior from her husband, she refused to let anyone else see her son naked. Nobody asked questions until Ed attended school. In Ed’s defense, he hadn’t planned for the other kids to pull down his pants. There were too many bullies surrounding him, distracting him, and he couldn’t do anything to stop them. Everyone laughed, even the school staff, all except for an older white boy from England. Izzy had pulled the crying boy’s pants back up and led him away from his peers. He chastised the bullies with harsh shouts and harsher threats until they wept too. It was the beginning of a lifelong friendship that eventually became a sexual relationship. Ed sometimes felt inadequate when comparing his endowment with Izzy’s much bigger one, but for the most part, the Englishman adored and praised him more than enough for him to forget his worries. One of Ed’s favorite things to do in bed was sit on Izzy’s lap, facing away from him, and masturbate the both of them together. He could imagine Izzy’s penis as his own if he closed his eyes and let his body feel good. Izzy never complained; he was happy to make the man he loved happy wherever he could. When Stede sauntered into their lives, Izzy became terribly jealous. The overconfident fool with his head of wavy golden hair and over-the-top fancy outfits stole Ed’s heart. Months passed before the men reached an understanding.

An acorn on an oak branch. ~~~ Steddyhands Fun-Size Fic Part 2: It was Izzy who broke the uncomfortable silence between himself and Stede. His tone was sarcastic and mocking when he teased, “So how do you like his fat f*cking c*ck, Bonnet? How’d it feel inside your *ss?” Stede surprised Izzy by confirming that yes, he and Ed had sex, so he knew about their lover’s situation down south, “Don’t look so smug, Iggy. I know Ed’s cute little manhood couldn’t be used for penetration, same as you!” “Oh sh!t, you two really did f*ck,” Izzy’s face went from proud to shocked in an instant. His eyebrows shot up and his mouth gaped. Stede put his hands on his hips and grinned widely, “Yes, we did.” Since then, they both gradually lowered their hackles and silently agreed to focus on loving Ed rather than hating one another. It was much easier for the three to fall into bed together that way. Ed was ecstatic. Two buff, pretty men laving their tongues over his minuscule d!ck was the best feeling in the f*cking world. It only got better when they joined their lips and tongues together with it between them, or when they each sucked on a b*llock. He went mental and held onto both of their shoulders, prec*me leaking from the sensitive skin covering his glans. Izzy stopped sucking to lap up the clear fluid and encourage Ed, “C’mon, Eddie. Your acorn’s about to burst.” “Acorn?” Stede was confused for a moment, but looked closer at Ed’s penis. He retracted the foreskin and realized what the other man meant, “Huh. It does look like an acorn.” “D*mn, it really does,” was the last thought running through Ed’s mind before his tiny c*ck twitched and dribbled hot spend. Both of his lovers knocked their heads together comically, simultaneously trying to catch some in their mouths before it all flowed between his thighs to the plush mattress below. Ed’s moans turned into laughter at his boyfriends’ dual groans of pain, “Greedy little sl*ts. Couldn’t help yourselves, eh?”

A fancy bedroom with a large round bed and other luxurious items. ~~~ Steddyhands Fun-Size Fic Part 3: “F*ck off, Eddie,” Izzy side-eyed Ed, who continued to giggle. “Now, now, that’s uncalled for,” Stede tutted. “The f*ck are you going to do about it, Bonnet?” Stede and Ed shared a look, and that usually meant trouble. Ed turned his gaze to Izzy, “Iz, do you want to c*me tonight?” Izzy’s aggression melted away. He stage whispered, “F*ck yes, Eddie.” “Can you be a good boy and play nice with Stede then?” Casting a quick glance at the blonde, Izzy submitted to Ed’s will, “Yeah, I can do that.” “Then give him a hand, will ya?” Izzy rolled his eyes but did as he was told, “Fine. Sit up, Bonnet.” Stede wasted no time, eager to have the surly man pull and stroke his half-hard length. He sighed in relief when Izzy’s warm, calloused fingers wrapped around it and tugged. “That’s better, Iz,” Ed chuckled. Izzy whined. He loved being good for Ed. “Can, mmmh, Ed, can I touch Izzy too?” Stede pleaded between panting breaths. Ed pretended to think on it, “Hm, yeah, ok. Have some fun with Izzy’s d!ck while I wipe this mess off my b*lls.” Stede leaned forward just enough to grip Izzy’s erection without blocking the man’s reach. Finally having some stimulation on his neglected c*ck, Izzy groaned and moved his hand faster. Stede picked his pace up too. Meanwhile, Ed left their bed for the bathroom, wet a hand towel with warm water from the sink, and wiped the drying semen from between his legs. He went back just in time to watch Stede buck his hips and throw his head back in the most dramatic way possible. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh, oh!” Stede howled through his climax. Izzy let go of Stede’s softening penis to grab his still hard one. He finished himself off with a deep growl. “Holy sh!t, that was hot,” Ed swore under his breath. He’ll need to make his boyfriends get along more in the future if this is the kind of show they can give him.

Izzy and Stede love Ed and his fun-size manhood.

The fic is in the Alt Texts. Don’t like? Don’t read!

CW: Cis!Stede, Cis!Izzy, Cis!Ed, Modern AU, Past Child Abuse & Bullying, SPH & SPE, Mutual Masturbation, Jealousy, Oral Sex, Humiliation & Praise Kinks, Mild BDSM

#nsfw #steddyhands #ofmdnsfw

Izzy leaning back with his legs spread and bent at the knee. His wrists are tied to his thighs. Stede is next to him, leaning in towards his head, one hand in Izzy's hair and the other hovering around Izzy's crotch, where an egg is half inside his cunt. Two more are on the ground.

Izzy sitting with his legs spread. His arms are bound behind him with rope and he's blindfolded, face red. He is leaning back against Stede behind him. Ed is at his side, one of Izzy's legs pulled against his side. Ed is pushing eggs into Izzy's pussy.

Izzy naked and on his back, legs spread and bent at the knee. He is wrapped in bright pink tentacles at his neck, chest, and around his legs. His arms are pinned behind him. There is a tentacle in his mouth and one shoved in his cunt, pushing eggs into him.

Close in view of Izzy with his legs spread, eggs on the ground in front of him, and eggs visible in both his ass and cunt.

cw: oviposition
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almost forgot my easter tradition of posting ovi art 😌 have some older and newer drawings of izzy getting egged 🥚
#ofmdnsfw

So....phew, yeah. This chapter.
This. Chapter.
You should FOR SURE go read this chapter first because. Ed. Father Stede. DAMNNNNNNN
#OFMDnsfw #OFMDfanart #OFMDfic

Male moth genitalia. Photo from http://mothphotographersgroup.msstate.edu/genitalia.php?hodges=6947. ~~~ Moth Fae Fic Part 9: Sweat drips from Stede’s brow into his left eye. He blinks and rubs at his face. He’s too distracted to notice the fae’s two upper hands reach for his c*ck and lower hands reach for his hole. Stede jolts and cries out, startled by the creature massaging and licking his hard flesh. He feels more than sees the creature push its hips forward, and there is a barely-there sensation of something thin prodding his rim. The fae stops sucking to look down. It moves its hips side-to-side, then grunts and frowns. Had Stede been in his right mind, he’d know his hole was too wide for the fae to get friction against its ovipositor. Instead of forgoing its plan, the fae aims its hips higher. Stede screams from the sudden pressure in his urethra. The volume drowns out the answering hum from the fae. Its wings flap excitedly and the pressure moves with its thrusts. The blonde’s bladder spasms and releases a deluge of hot pee that nearly knocks the creature out and off of Stede completely. The rest of Stede’s body tenses, then goes limp in sweet relief. If this is a dream, he hopes he never wakes up. At no point does the urine stream deter the fae. It holds onto Stede’s tender c*ck and folds as tightly as possible. The fuzz on its abdomen and limbs is entirely soaked. Stede’s steady flow eventually stops, but the beast doesn’t. It hums and pounds into his urethra over and over until he feels a new pressure. Out of Stede’s line of sight, something small and round leaves the fae’s long ovipositor. The creature shivers and pushes out another object, then another, into the tight passage. It dawns upon the young man that what he feels are eggs being lain inside him! The idea should terrify him, but he only knows glee from being chosen as a suitable host. “Thank you… Thank you,” Stede moans. He’s given a hum and flutter of wings in response.

A Sheep Moth laying round, white eggs. I took a screenshot from this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?embeds_referring_euri=https%3A%2F%2Falchetron.com%2F&source_ve_path=MzY4NDIsMTM5MTE3LDM2ODQyLDM2ODQyLDI4NjY0LDE2NDUwNg&v=oYlPTbuiRj4&feature=youtu.be. ~~~ Moth Fae Fic Part 10: A few more eggs are lain and the pressure forces a squeak and a barely-there leak from Stede. The last trickle is caught by the creature. The blonde is hypnotized by the sight of the fae bringing its small, wet lower hands to its mouth and swallowing his pee. It’s the most intimate moment he’s ever had with another living being. Tasting Stede’s urine must’ve invigorated the creature. It hums loudly, resumes its massaging of his little c*ck, and pistons relentlessly into his urethra. “Yes! Oh! Please, oh, yes!” Stede wails and grips his sheets with trembling hands. He thrashes his legs. A toe-curling orgasm leaves him lightheaded. The moth fae pushes out its final egg and shudders. It hums and thrusts, then Stede feels a spurt of warm liquid going into his urethra and grunts. The creature takes a deep breath and releases more fluid, but this time, it keeps going. Stede can feel what he assumes is semen and urine flowing into his body, pushing the eggs further inside to rest in his bladder. It’s a strange but glorious sensation, pee going into his body instead of out. When the beast is satiated, it dismounts from Stede. Its ovipositor slips back into its abdomen as it crawls forward to sit on the blonde’s chest, right above his rapidly-beating heart. The creature uses all four of its arms to trace patterns over the young man’s skin. Black lines form in their wake. Stede doesn’t know what the shapes in his soft pale flesh mean, but a comforting warmth washes over him that makes him believe he’s fallen in love. A smirk and final flutter of wings is all Stede knows before a deep slumber takes him. He doesn’t see the fae’s kiss or its flight back to the lepidopterarium.

This wild story reaches its peak. So do Stede and Izzy.

Parts 9 & 10 CW: Human Trans!Stede, Moth Fae Cis!Izzy, Fantasy AU, Pheromonal Dub-Con, Non-Human Genitals, Omorashi & Pee Play, Pee Drinking, Interspecies Oral & Penis-in-Urethra Sex, Oviposition, Eggs, Magic Tattoo

#nsfw #stizzy #ofmdnsfw

Shutterstock clip art of a teal candle, an open book, sprigs of lavender, and flying moths. ~~~ Moth Fae Fic Part 5: -The Next Day~ Ever since the bathroom incident, the big moth beast has been quietly watching Stede from the trees. It flutters its wings every few minutes, almost seductively, if Stede didn’t know any better. It’s quite unnerving, but the young man is grateful to not be harassed as he works. Halfway through Stede’s next shift at the lepidopterarium, a sudden power outage sweeps through the city. Mr. Buttons gives Stede a box with two matches to find his way to a broom closet and collect candles. Stede burns through both by the time he reaches his destination. He fears he won’t be able to find the box. Suddenly, something small is dropped onto his head. It startles him and he falls on his butt to the hard floor with an “Oof!” Once Stede recovers from the shock, he feels an object fall on his hand. Confused, he realizes it’s a match. He strikes it across the empty box and waits for his eyes to adjust. Blinking the darkness away, he stands to continue his search. From a high corner in the closet, the giant moth creature watches Stede locate the candles. The blonde lights one, then another, and blows out the match. “Right,” Stede steels his nerves and walks out to find Mr. Buttons waiting patiently for him by the doorway. The older man nods and takes a candle, a look of gratitude in his features. “I’ll set other lights about the room, lad. You get back to your writing.” “Yes, sir,” Stede makes his way to the table where his notebook is open. He’s been documenting the changes in moth behavior when exposed to “calming” flora, so there are sprigs of lavender across the pages. Stede carefully sets the candle behind the book. Behind him, Mr. Buttons places more lit candles on various flat surfaces. Above them are excited flapping noises; the fae are drawn to lights the same way that real moths are, but keep a reasonable distance away.

Izzy Hands from OFMD, practicing his swordplay, shirtless and sweaty. ~~~ Moth Fae Fic Part 6: With a dozen tiny flames flickering in the room where Stede is working, Mr. Buttons deems the room properly lit and leaves. Stede hasn’t even added another sentence to his notes when he hears the winged bane of his existence blow a raspberry behind him. He drops his pen and turns to confront the beast. He doesn’t expect to see what happens next. The large moth fae stands behind a candle, staring at him, flutters its wings, then takes flight. It gracefully glides over the candle and spins, putting it out without setting its wings on fire. Stede gasps in awe of the creature’s skill. One by one, the candles are doused with precise circular movements of its wings, until the only flame remaining is the one behind Stede’s notebook. Heat stirs in Stede’s loins, though he isn’t sure why. All he can think about for the rest of his shift is how intense the gaze of the creature feels after its little display. Once Stede is his flat again, he hastily shoves his trousers and underwear down. He uses both hands to please himself until his c*ck is raw and his hole is too wet for him to feel the friction from his fingers. His bladder spasms and leaks with every climax. He lets the remaining hot urine spurt down his wobbly legs during his final orgasm. Not a care passes through the young man’s mind while he cleans his clothes or the floor. Not a worry grows in his heart about why he’s so needy. He sleeps well that night and the next. A day passes by when Stede doesn’t see the moth creature at all. He’s on edge for all four hours, anticipating a sneak attack that never happens. Unbeknownst to him, it has settled itself high in the trees. It rarely moves its eyes from the blonde. Mr. Buttons notices; he has a bad feeling about what may transpire. Another uneventful day, then another comes and goes before Stede asks Mr. Buttons where the “good folk” had disappeared to.

A Baphomet Moth protruding its coremata (scent glands). ~~~ Moth Fae Fic Part 7: “Disappeared? Nae, lad. ‘Tis safe in his cage, where he oughtn’t cause trouble. He’s going through a delicate time.” “Delicate time? Whatever do you mean, sir?” “Follow me,” Mr. Buttons leads the younger man to see the moth fae. Stede’s mouth drops. Large, fluffy scent glands protrude from the creature’s abdomen. He doesn’t know why, but he feels a strong urge to get much closer. Mr. Buttons seems to sense this, and gently holds him back. Stede blushes and gulps, embarrassed, “What is happening, exactly?” Mr. Buttons opens his mouth to speak, then closes it, but opens it once more, “He is trying to attract a mate. As luck would have it, our resident candied melon silk lassies aren’t to his taste. Probably for the better. Nae need to add more specimens to our collection than we can handle.” “Oh! Oh my,” Stede blinks owlishly. He’s oddly relieved to not have competition (it doesn’t cross his mind why he would feel such a way). The old Scot leads Stede away from the alluring sight and out of the conservatory. He accompanies him the entire way to his flat and strongly suggests the young man go to bed early. He adds on that he’ll still pay his wage for the day as an incentive, but he wouldn’t have needed to; Stede is feeling off, in a too-horny-to-focus kind of way. Mr. Buttons gives Stede a suffering look before he turns to exit the building. It takes all of Stede’s brainpower to reach his bedroom safe and sound. It’s a mere echo of willpower that guides him to his bed. Once he enters the lepidopterarium, Nathaniel rushes to the room where the good folk is meant to be in his cage, but isn’t. He curses, “Ach, sh!te! Hope the lad’s had his womb removed.” Back in the flat, Stede attempts to distract himself from his needy body by reading. He convinces himself that choosing a fairy tale book is not connected to his desire, “The pictures inside are nice, that’s all!”

A fairy from Pan’s Labyrinth, after changing its form. ~~~ Moth Fae Fic Part 8: The book’s rhymes and illustrations do nothing to take Stede’s mind off of his need. If anything, the drawings of the good folk make him wetter. He sighs, sets the open book next to his pillow, and removes his clothes. For a moment, Stede feels a breeze from his bedroom window. He glances at it to see the large moth fae on his windowsill. If this were any other day, under any other circumstances, the blonde would be horrified. As it is, he’s relieved to see the beautiful winged beast flutter to his bed. It looks at him, then at the open book. Stede watches in fascination as what was once a moth transforms into something more humanoid; its head now has a handsome face with sharp features and a beard. Its abdomen is smaller, but remains soft and hairy. Instead of six legs with tiny hooks on each end, it has two legs with feet and four arms with small, delicate hands. What Stede pays most attention to, however, is the fae’s dark eyes. It takes in Stede’s pale body with the same lustful look as his own. The fae walks over the forgotten book to climb upon Stede’s navel. The creature weighs enough that it doesn’t tickle him or put too much pressure on his bladder. “H-hi,” Stede’s voice is weak and breathy. He winces at the fae’s snarky expression, not knowing what to do or say. A gentle flap of wings is all the fae warns Stede with before it crawls backwards to his pulsing groin. The blonde might’ve felt shy about his close-shaven folds and tiny c*ck with another human, but he feels safe and shameless here and now. Why should he be embarrassed by his quivering thighs or drenched hole anyway? Stede shivers when the fae flutters its colorful scaled wings. A cloud of pheromones passes over him and he arches his back. He inadvertently widens his legs to present his wet opening to his guest. Said guest seems very pleased with what it sees, if its humming is anything to go by.

The story continues with Stede and Izzy getting much closer…

Parts 5-8 CW: Human Trans!Stede, Moth Fae Cis!Izzy, Fantasy AU, Typical Stizzy Antics & Seduction, Mild Pheromonal Dub-Con, Non-Human Genitals, Omorashi & Pee Play, Masturbation, Moth-to-Humanoid Transformation

#nsfw #stizzy #ofmdnsfw

A waterfall and lush foliage in the Wings of Paradise Butterfly Conservatory. ~~~ Moth Fae Fic Part 1: Stede loves his part-time job at the lepidopterarium, he really does, but he wishes he could stay longer than the four hours a day he’s paid for. However, the old man who runs the place, Mr. Nathaniel Buttons, is adamant that he oughtn’t be exposed to the beautiful pink and yellow moths more than he already is. The younger man doesn’t understand what could be so dangerous about the delicate creatures in the conservatory, and has expressed his feelings on the issue to his mentor, but Mr. Buttons keeps his response vague, “Ye mustn’t be too keen about that which ye don’t ken, laddie.” “What is there not to understand?” Stede wonders late at night, tucked into a small cot in his one-room flat (after leaving a life of wealth behind, it was all he could afford). He ponders Mr. Buttons’s words further, but for the life of him can’t fathom what made these specimens so different from any others of their species. Confused and somewhat annoyed, the young man curls himself tighter into a ball under the wool blanket and sleeps. Upon waking to the crowing of his landlord’s rooster, he finds that he has starfished across the cot and the blanket has fallen to the cold floor. He sighs. At least Mary isn’t here to scold him for moving about in his sleep. An hour and a light breakfast later, Stede makes his way to the lepidopterarium. He stops to read the plaque on his way in, “Buttons & Bonnet Sanctuary: Home to the Critically Endangered Candied Melon Silk Moth.” It does feel like a sanctuary to Stede; it’s a safe haven for him as much as it is for the moths and their indoor habitat. Plants of many kinds provide shade and fresh air. Wooden benches provide homely comfort. The trickle of the waterfall, however, reminds Stede of his weak bladder, and how full it is. He really should’ve emptied it before leaving his flat, but the pressure felt too good. It always does.

A Rosy Maple Moth on a window. ~~~ Moth Fae Fic Part 2: Mr. Buttons doesn’t mind if Stede takes extra restroom breaks, as long as he completes his tasks on time. The younger man is extremely lucky to have such a patient mentor. Stede tries not to jostle his bladder on his way to relieve himself. He only touches his little c*ck for a moment while he pees. It’s not enough to make him orgasm, but it does feel exquisite. When his stream ends, he wipes, pulls his briefs and trousers up, flushes the toilet, leaves the stall, washes and dries his hands, and leaves to find his mentor. Upon seeing Mr. Buttons, Stede hastily greets him with a big smile, “Good morning, sir!” The old Scot smiles back, “Good morning yerself, lad. There’s to be a delivery today. I’ll take care of it meself, so you head on to the nursery and keep the wee pupae in good spirits, aye?” “Of course, sir! May I ask what sort of delivery? Is it a new sapling or eggs?” Mr. Buttons hesitates before answering, “Nae, laddie. It’s not for public eyes, not even yours.” “Oh,” Stede’s concern is clear in his voice as well as his frown. “Worry yerself not. ‘Tis nae contraband.” “Well… alright, sir. I’ll get to the nursery then, shall I?” “Indeed ye shall,” Mr. Buttons dismisses Stede with a nod and turns to inspect a young red maple tree. “How curious,” Stede thinks. He heads directly to said nursery to check on the brown cocoons attached to maple twigs. As expected, none have opened. Stede performs his daily duties as usual: checking the temperature and humidity of the nursery, taking samples and making notes, and cleaning the leaf litter from the conservatory floor. Firm knocking on a door a room away catches the young man’s interest. He remembers Mr. Buttons had mentioned a delivery, but the man is nowhere in sight! More knocking. Would it truly be so terrible if Stede answered the door? After a third series of knocks, now much harsher, Stede’s curiosity gets the best of him.

A large, foldable insect habitat with a zipper. ~~~ Moth Fae Fic Part 3: Stede unlocks and opens the door to see a small, bespectacled man in dirty clothes holding a cloth-covered mesh cage which looks like it could hold a fully-grown parrot, or one of Mr. Buttons’s beloved seagulls. The man looks Stede over and scrunches his nose, as if he were the one producing the foul odor in the doorway. “Ye be the new boy, aye? See that Nathaniel gets this at once,” the man practically flings the cage in Stede’s arms. “Wh-what? Wait!” Stede tries calling the man back, but it’s no use. He’s dashed off to who-knows-where without so much as a farewell! “That was horribly rude,” Stede grumbles to himself. He sets the cage onto a small table and heads back to close and lock the door. As he turns back, the cage shakes. Whatever is inside is making a racket of shrill chirps and hisses! Stede covers his ears and strides toward the cage, removing the cloth from it to see something he truly didn’t expect: a huge moth, the size of a cockatiel, in similar colors to the moths he and Mr. Buttons care for every day, but with black patterns across its fuzzy body and wings’ scales. The creature ends its tantrum upon seeing Stede. A moment passes where the two gawk at one another, then the giant moth sticks out its proboscis and makes a long, loud “phhhhhth” in Stede’s direction. “Did… did you blow a raspberry at me?” The little monster does it again, confirming Stede’s inquiry. If the young man hadn’t witnessed such a thing, he’d have claimed it impossible! As if the universe were punishing Stede for his curiosity, Mr. Buttons enters the room where the rude beast and perplexed blonde are. The Scot shakes his head, “Lad, I told ye I’d handle the delivery!” Stede’s face reddens in shame, “I know, sir, and I do apologize, but what manner of monster is this?” “‘Tis nae monster. ‘Tis one of the good folk!” Mr. Buttons scoffs. “It certainly doesn’t act ‘good’ to me!”

A Sheep Moth. Photo from https://www.flickr.com/photos/ken-ichi/7731595692/. ~~~ Moth Fae Fic Part 4: “Ye should ken to be respectful towards the good folk, whether ye like it or nae!” Mr. Buttons chastises. As if in agreement, the creature flutters its wings. Mr. Buttons steps closer to Stede, leaning close to his ear to whisper, “I’ll let ye in on a wee secret; every moth ye see in this sanctuary is fae.” The entire situation is like a fever dream that Stede can’t escape. He stares incredulously at his mentor, but the man only raises his brows and nods his head in the direction of the cage. “I’m sorry, sir,” Stede begins, but can’t believe the next words that come out of his mouth when he turns back to the moth, “I’m sorry.” The moth flaps its wings again, then blows another raspberry in Stede’s direction, just to be ornery. ~3 Weeks Later~ Stede is sure the faux moth was put upon this earth to make his life miserable. It flutters behind him when he least expects it, scaring him into almost wetting himself on a daily basis. It latches onto his clothes and tears strips off to eat. It knocks over inkwells and scurries across his notes, leaving behind little black tarsus-prints in its wake. Things take a sharp turn during a rainy day. Stede’s bladder is close to bursting when he makes his way to the loo, the mix of rain and waterfall sounds having made his desperation to pee stronger than usual. A hot trickle escapes at the last second as he’s pulling his pants and briefs down. Believing himself alone in the restroom, the boy rubs his c*ck as he pees, but sees the horrid beast peering into the stall at the moment of his climax. It’s the strangest orgasm he’s ever experienced. The beast regards Stede with a seemingly curious head tilt. It slowly flutters its wings, then flies from the top of the stall door. Stede feels a new surge of arousal and his c*ck throbs between his folds again. He hopes Mr. Buttons won’t be needing him for a while.

I wrote this deranged Stizzy Alt Text fic because the idea was too wild to keep to myself. Don’t like? Don’t read!

Parts 1-4 CW: Human Trans!Stede, Moth Fae Cis!Izzy, Fantasy AU, Omorashi & Pee Play, Masturbation, Typical Stizzy Antics, Voyeurism, Mild Pheromonal Dub-Con

#nsfw #stizzy #ofmdnsfw

Smutty fan art of Stede Bonnet from OFMD wearing bunny ears and a bunny tail butt plug, and also frilly ankle socks and fluffy heels. He’s in sort of semi-suspension bondage so he’s face down ass up with his arms tied behind his back and his ankles retrained. There’s a vibrator wand and a riding crop with a heart-shaped thwacky bit next to him, with red marks on his ass and thighs. He’s looking at the viewer with wide, desperate eyes and he’s dripping ‘down there’. He’s having a lovely time 😌

💕🐰💕 #ofmdnsfw

#ofmdnsfw #ofmdsims #MermaidEd #ofmdfic
from part 38 😉
🧜‍♂️ archiveofourown.org/works/476439... ✨

apropos of our collective thirst for slutty grabby hands intertwined in slutty sex hair, please enjoy this #TakeTwoTuesday
#OFMDfanart #OFMDnsfw

digital scribble of two werewolves enjoying themselves, colours indicate they're based on ed and stede from ofmd but by god im not putting this in the gentleb3ard tag (bottom is blonde, top is grey/ black). knots are out (and in).

did u know the first porn i drew for ofmd was gentleb3ard werewolf fucking, complete with knots? this isnt td0v related. i guess ed can be transfemme.

#ofmdnsfw #furry #werewolf

nsfw digital drawing of oluwande, jim and lucius from ofmd getting raunchy. lucius is in the middle being fucked in the ass by olu and is sucking jim's strap, lucius looks thoroughly blissed out while jim and olu kiss above him.

while im rediscovering old porn, have the best tealoranges (+ lucius) i've ever drawn (2022, im still SO happy with this)

happy TDOV‼️

#ofmdfanart #ofmdnsfw #ofmd #tealoranges #luciusspriggs

digital drawing of izzy hands from our flag means death (nsfw) - s1 era (so both legs, missing toe), izzy is reclined on his back with his legs spread showing off his fuzzy pussy and dick, he's fully nude and has cum on his tits and in his cunt. he's smirking and looking fucked out, but is saying "is that all you've got, captains?"

i probs won't have time to draw anything for TDOV today, but i did discover my long dis-used OG nsfw OFMD folder the other day with a few bits i haven't reposted here (these are from 2022!) so, enjoy!

#izzyhands #ofmd #ofmdfanart #ofmdnsfw #steddyhands

illustration of Edward "Blackbeard" Teach and Stede Bonnet from Our Flag Means Death. They are on the bed in Stede's bunk aboard the Revenge, both naked. Stede is on his back, smiling fondly up at Ed. Ed is beardless, and he is straddling Stede's hips, his left leg with the injured knee hanging off the side of the bed. He has a silver ring in each nipple and one in his cock. Come is splattered on Stede's stomach, and they are holding hands.

ok, let's try from my phone...

old art I hadn't posted here yet bc I wasn't happy with it, but looking at it now it's fine, whatever

I remember when drawing it I was like 'Ed can't bend his knee! I'll have to have his leg off the side of the bed!' which seems ridiculous now but ah well. #ofmdnsfw

A bit of #edizzy to brighten your day 🏴‍☠️
#ofmd #ourflagmeansdeath #edteach #izzyhands #nsfw #ofmdnsfw

1/3 Izzy was the first to notice Stede’s floral preheat aroma. He demanded the omega go into the auxiliary wardrobe where their shared nest with Ed was. After Ed made up with the crew (properly this time), he, Stede, and Izzy gradually became three-way mates. Any soft, beautiful fabrics looted from large merchant ships found their way into their nest or were given to Wee John as part of his share. Ed was heavily pregnant with Izzy’s pups and of course spent a lot of time in their nest, but he was too distracted this morning by his pickle and pineapple cravings to leave the galley and help. Izzy took advantage of Ed’s absence to offer his assistance, even though Ed would have been in full support of his former co-captain and first mate breeding like wild rabbits without him. There was no hesitation in Stede’s voice when he begged Izzy to mount him. He put a pillow at the end of the bed for Izzy’s residual limb while the alpha removed his wooden leg. The men’s aroused scents spiked as they stripped. Stede was transfixed by Izzy’s tip revealing itself from his foreskin, just as needy as his own sex. He gasped when the alpha was fully hard; it was always impressive how much his shorter mate’s already large c*ck grew. Stede’s omega penis was smaller than Ed’s but had more overhang. Even erect, he needed to retract his foreskin by hand to expose the pink glans. His sensitivity often increased during his heats to the point where he could orgasm without a knot, so he left it alone for now. That didn’t stop it from twitching, though. Izzy noticed and smirked, “I know you like what you see, Bonnet, but you’re not getting it yet.” Stede gave a whine in response, but wasn’t disappointed for long. He was efficiently prepped with coconut oil and Izzy’s rough hands, then given a choice between a rope and the alpha’s cravat for bondage. In his lustful haze, Stede chose the cravat.

2/3 Izzy bound Stede’s wrists and settled into a comfortable position between his legs. He took the omega slowly, then picked up the pace when Stede begged for more. However, just as Stede was close to climax, Izzy pulled out. “No! Please! Alpha, don’t stop now,” the needy omega whimpered. “Shhh… I’m not finished with you yet. Your heat hasn’t begun proper,” Izzy snickered. “This isn’t fair!” Stede exclaimed as he was pounded into again by the alpha above him. Izzy ignored the omega’s complaints. He bottomed out and right when his knot started to tug at his blonde mate’s rim, his other mate entered the room. “Aw, you two aren’t gonna leave me out, are you?” Ed teased. To Stede’s chagrin, Izzy pulled out once more and turned to beckon Ed over, “Nah, just gettin’ warmed up, Eddie.” “Nice. Love that for us, Iz,” Ed replied before whispering something into Izzy’s ear. “F*cking hell,” the alpha moaned and licked his lips. Stede whined, feeling left out. “I haven’t forgotten about you, love. Just wanna get comfy,” Ed chuckled. The bed dipped where his heavy belly laid on it. When Ed was content, he winked at Izzy and gave him a “go on” motion. His sex drive was low today, so he just wanted to be close to his mates. Izzy crawled over Stede to sit on his chest and began to rub the base of his length, right under the area his knot would have inflated. Stede’s eyes widened in horror when he realized what was happening, “Now just wait a minute! Izzy, you’re not really going to pop your knot right in front of me, are you? I need to c*me!”

3/3 Izzy stroked himself faster despite Stede’s desperate pleas. He groaned aloud and ejaculated across Stede’s shocked face. Watching Izzy’s fat knot pop in his tight fist drove Stede mad. His loose hole had nothing to clamp onto now! He whispered to himself, “No, no, no, no.” Izzy removed the cravat around Stede’s wrists and stretched out between him and Ed. Stede didn’t wait for permission before stroking his straining c*ck. He was going to have at least one orgasm within the hour whether they wanted him to or not. Ed pulled Izzy into a deep, passionate kiss while their mate satisfied his preheat need. They smiled upon hearing Stede’s labored breath halt for a moment, then continue. “Feeling better, Bonnet?” Izzy asked over his shoulder. “Oh, loads. No thanks to either of you, of course,” Stede panted. He used the corner of a blanket to wipe the cooling semen away from his face, but still felt dirty. “You’ll have me to thank for that, mate,” Ed grinned like the cat that got the cream. “That was terrible of you,” Stede playfully scoffed and left to put the messy blanket in the closet’s hamper and wash up. He couldn’t be too upset; it was hot in a way to be denied pleasure until his heat actually began and he knew his mates wouldn’t deny him then. Sufficiently clean, Stede returned to the nest to kiss and cuddle both men. He ran his fingers across Ed’s stomach, tickling the other omega. Izzy dressed and righted himself after his knot went down. He exited the closet, promising food and water upon his return. “You ok for real?” Ed’s eyes were wide and his question was genuine. Stede answered, “Yeah, I’m ok for real, dearest.” Ed nodded, “Right. Good. Ok.”

Day 6: Heat Cycle, Breeding, & Fine Fabrics

Stede’s mates tease him during a preheat.

CW: Cis Omega!Stede, Cis Alpha!Izzy, Pregnant Cis Omega!Ed, PIV Sex, BDSM, Cravat Bondage, Knot & Orgasm Denials, Coitus Interruptus, Masturbation, Dub-Con Facial

#nsfw #steddyhands #ofmdnsfw #OmegaStedeWeek

Izzy naked and sprawled out, one leg hiked up, head titled back and eyes closed. Ed is kneeling by his head, cock in Izzy's mouth. Stede is partially visible at the bottom, fucking Izzy, one hand on Izzy's thigh.

Izzy naked and sprawled out, one leg hiked up, head titled back and eyes closed. Tentacles are wrapped around his arms, legs, and chest. One tentacle is in his mouth and another is in his cunt.

the two images separated, for a clearer view
#ofmdnsfw

which is the dream and which is reality? izzy is having an interesting time while sleeping...
#ofmdnsfw #steddyhands

(art done for 'somnophilia' in my latest izzituations sketch zine, available here:
cecillusive.itch.io/izzituations...)

A photo of two hands with their wrists tied with rope. A pink banner says OFMD Freaky Friday with the hashtag below. The text at the bottom says share your old and new freaky fics or art!

Hello #OFMDFreakyFriday Folks! It's the last Friday of March, so please share your recommendations, your own existing work, reshare links to art you love, or post something new you've created! WIPs and snippets welcome. We'll share throughout the day!

#OFMDnsfw

*Contains RWYLM spoilers for the latest chapters!*

I slammed open Procreate and started drawing this theee second I read the zero draft scene weeks ago 😂 Then I sort of missed that Ed wasn't still wearing the dress in the initial draft. Then Dahlia changed it, because hot 🥵 #OFMDNSFW

I'm feeling SO incredibly normal about this story (every chapter more delightful than the last), and I have not stopped thinking about this for more than a few minutes at a time since I read it 🫠 #OFMDNSFW

Just draft lineart, I expect I'll be back with full colours eventually 👀 #WIPWednesday

1/4 This garbage was a lot sexier in my head. I’m so sorry. ~~~ Stede would’ve been happy to simply sleep in his small nest with his mates tonight. Instead, he is standing next to Izzy in front of Ed, all of them surrounded by the aroma of Ed’s desire: a mix of rum, tobacco, leather, and what must be the smell of the deep sea itself. Stede knows his and Izzy’s scents have strengthened, yet are still toned down by their suppressants. It’s to be expected in response to their alpha’s need. What wasn’t expected was Ed’s request. He wants to watch his omegas act as if they’re alphas trying to b!tch one another! Izzy was all for it. Stede suspects the temperamental little b*stard has harbored this fantasy for some time and either told Ed or the clever alpha figured it out on his own. “Strip,” Ed commanded from the small bed, “Winner gets my knot.” Both omegas do as their alpha wishes. Stede can hear Ed’s breath hasten as he watches. It’s a great boost to his self esteem to be as desirable as the older, rougher omega to his left. He turns and flaunts his body as he removes his shirt and breeches. Ed chuckles when Stede’s frilly, slick-damp underclothes are thrown to him. He catches them, holds them to his face, breathes deep, and tucks them between his leather-clad legs. Izzy doesn’t tease Ed like Stede does when he undresses. He doesn’t feel the need. To him, it’s a means to an end rather than another way to seduce his mates. He scoffs at the blonde’s peacocking. Ed fixes his elder omega with an intense look, “You think you’re better than him, Iz?”

2/4 “Yeah, I f*cking do, Captain.” Stede playfully sneers, “As if.” “Prove it then. Both of you,” Ed growls. It’s all the incentive Izzy needs to tackle Stede to the floor. He’s rolled over and punched in the gut for his effort. Stede attempts to open Izzy’s legs but the smaller omega is faster, more experienced in combat. Ed removes his shirt to pinch a small nipple, imagining it’s one of his mates doing it rather than himself. Izzy grabs a handful of golden curls and pulls. The man attached to the fair locks shrieks and swats at his arm, but he doesn’t let go. Izzy takes the opportunity to plunge his hand between his opponent’s legs and curl his fingers. Stede moans and grinds for a split second before wrenching the other omega’s hand from his hole; he can’t let himself fail so easily! He pins Izzy’s arm to the floor above his head and pushes against a nerve in his wrist. Sharp pain shoots through Izzy’s arm, causing him to hiss and let go of Stede’s hair with his other hand to grab it. Ed gropes the bulge in his trousers and moans. The smell of sweat from his omegas mixes with their respective scents and reaches his sensitive nose. Once more does Stede try to pry the hairy thighs under him apart, but once more he is thwarted. This time it’s by Izzy’s forehead coming into contact with his. He groans and reaches for his face. It’ll be bruised by tomorrow morning, he’s sure. Izzy flips the younger omega while he’s distracted and settles his small hips between his. He thrusts once and misses, then thrusts again and feels hot, wet flesh around his c*ck.

3/4 Ed knows that Izzy’s won from his first mate’s hiss and Stede’s groan of defeat (and pleasure). He smirks and claps his hands slowly, “Congratulations, Iz. Stay put and you’ll get your reward.” “Yes, Captain,” Izzy beams with pride over Stede. He shivers at the alpha’s warm fingertips tracing his back before moving lower. Stede can hear more than see Ed untying his laces and pulling out his erect length. Ed throws down a pillow, gets on his knees, maneuvers Izzy’s legs wider, and forces his way into his body. “F*cking hell, slow the f*ck down,” Izzy chokes out. He should’ve expected his alpha to be brutal during a pre-rut, even with the gentler omega in the same room. “Quiet, omega. We all know you love this,” Ed pulls out and pushes back in. Izzy doesn’t disagree, but he does grind his teeth behind closed lips. There’s mercifully enough of his natural lubricant to ensure the sex isn’t painful. Stede isn’t getting enough friction inside or out to reach orgasm, so he pleads with his mates, “Move a mite quicker, please!” “Quicker? Fine by me,” Ed pants and pistons his hips into Izzy, who is shaken forward and back into a much happier Stede. “B*stards. F*ck! F*ck you both,” Izzy huffs. He doesn’t feel like he’s the one being rewarded anymore. Two sets of teeth latch onto opposite sides of his neck and he howls. It’s Ed who finishes first. He locks his knot into Izzy and fills him with liquid heat. Izzy follows close behind, clenching around Ed’s knot whilst simultaneously spurting his clear omega c*me into Stede. He weakly moans and rubs the younger man’s pulsing shaft.

4/4 Stede’s soft hand is held in Ed’s rough one through his quaking orgasm. His own release spills over his belly and thigh through Izzy’s calloused fingers. Ed and Izzy lie down next to Stede. They’ll be unable to leave the floor until Ed’s knot deflates. “That was lovely,” Stede purrs. Ed agrees, “Yeah, it was. Loved seeing you two go at it. Dunno if I could live without seeing that again.” “I could live without being f*cked on the floor again,” Izzy mumbles between them. “Killjoy,” Stede quips back.

Day 3: Slick, Masturbation, & Biting

Ed watches his mates roleplay.

CW: Cis Omega!Stede, Cis Omega!Izzy, Cis Alpha!Ed, BDSM, Voyeurism, Striptease, Pantysniffing, Violent B!tching Roleplay, Masturbation, Nipple Play, Rough PIV Sex, Biting, Knotting

#nsfw #steddyhands #ofmdnsfw #OmegaStedeWeek

Chomp :3
(Cw a teeny bit of blood, also like. Gratuitous smut) #OmegaStedeWeek #ofmdnsfw

If you need something to help you recover from the highs and lows of bidding, here’s today’s #ofmdskyfic update ❤️

On ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/811427...

#ofmdnsfw