A small cross stitch of Ed from OFMD's hips: at the top is a bit of tummy with visible belly button and (barely visible) running-through scars, and below, black pants with fall front and buttons stitched in gray
Finally remembered to post this on the right day....
BEHOLD my first original cross stitch design 🤭
#FallFrontFriday
Our Flag Means Death’s Edward Teach with his season 1 long beard lounges on a yellow seat wearing only tight leather trousers, the fall front of which is bulging. He’s beckoning you in to take a closer look, and his expression is sultry.
I keep forgetting to post this but anyway- part 1 of a few panels for #fallfrontfriday, on a random Tuesday :P This bit isn’t super spicy but it’s implied- I’m sure it’ll stay perfectly chaste from here 😌
#OFMDfanart #ofmdnsfw
A title card for a fic called When I Think About You by temporal_discounting. Ed/Stede, Explicit, Canon divergent
A very happy #FallFrontFriday to all who celebrate!
This story is now complete! I am soooo excited to share this last chapter with you all. It might be one of my favourite things I've ever written...
archiveofourown.org/works/743124...
#ofmdfic
Since it’s #FallFrontFriday, did you open Day 15 to see what @515253545.bsky.social and I made?? Just checking 😏
I thought I'd better sneak out Chapter 4 before we all lose our minds about the lovely frame video.
Anyway, enjoy Stede getting up to some shennanigans in the auxiliary wardrobe as he tries very hard not to think his best friend
archiveofourown.org/works/743124...
#OFMDFic #FallFrontFriday
Happy #FallFrontFriday, ya filthy animals!
Chapter 3 is up, in which Ed imagines how the clothing swap could have gone...
I don't mean to toot my own horn, but this chapter is especially 🔥 even if I do say so myself
archiveofourown.org/works/743124...
#OFMDFic
Chapter 2 of When I Think About You... is up, and it's Ed's turn this week.
In which Ed learns about the whole "go suck eggs in hell" thing and gets exceedingly horny about it
archiveofourown.org/works/743124...
#OFMDFic #FallFrontFriday #OFMDnsfw
Thanks to everyone who attended the #FallFrontFriday Fall Festival! 🍂👖 Hope it brightened your day a bit 💖
“Hmmm.” Blackbeard traced an X with the point of his knife across the fall front of the Gentleman Pirate's teal breeches, his touch so light that it didn't even snag the satin cloth. The Gentleman shuddered. “A fancy man with fancy clothes,” Blackbeard murmured. He flicked the knife-tip against one of the buttons that held up the fall, and the ringing of metal-on-metal echoed in the silent cabin. “Oh, please,” the Gentleman whispered. “Hmmm?” Blackbeard seemed distracted, mesmerized, as he delicately traced his knifepoint along the button’s embossed design. “These—” Blackbeard didn’t look up, so the Gentleman cleared his throat and spoke a little louder, careful to remain respectful. “These are—they’re my favorite pants.”
One last WIP snippet from me for the #FallFrontFriday Fall Festival! Didn't finish this one but watch for it on a future Fall Front Friday...
(Also: a later part of this showcases a *different* underutilized clothing feature 👀)
A stock image of someone’s wrists bound by rope connected to something above. ~~~ Part 1: The mission was a disaster from the start. First, a guard had seen Stede’s heel sticking out from behind a barrel. Jim had thrown a knife into the man’s throat to keep him from giving them away. Second, Jim had been pushed overboard by Stede on accident. They were behind the man when he jumped back all of a sudden to avoid detection by another guard. Jim managed to hold onto the side of the vessel without making too much noise, but didn’t want to risk coming back up. Annoyed, they signaled for backup with a flag from their pocket, but Izzy and the crew would take some time to arrive from the Revenge. Finally, when Stede had managed to enter the hold, the enemy ship’s captain was right there! He spared Stede’s life, but kept him tied to the ceiling in his cabin. Dangling by ropes cutting into his wrists, Stede waits for his crew to rescue him. Shouting and the loud sounds of gunfire and clashing iron are heard from the deck. The ship’s captain leaves Stede behind to join the fight, confident that he’s unable to escape. Each minute that ticks by increases Stede’s anxiety. Is his crew winning? How many more enemies are left? Will anyone be able to find him? At last, a chorus of whoops and shouts from voices Stede recognizes reaches his ears. The Revenge crew is victorious! Stede sighs in relief. He hears the tell-tale thumps of a wooden leg and leather boot approaching the door of the cabin and his heart skips a beat. Sure enough, his first mate opens the door, rolling his eyes upon seeing his foolish captain bound behind an ornate wooden desk. “Izzy! Oh, thank heavens you’re here! Quick, untie me, please!” Stede begs. He’s too excited to be embarrassed by the current predicament he’s in. Izzy purses his lips and looks the blonde man over. He feigns disregard, “Don’t think I ought to, Bonnet.” “What? Of course you ought to!” Stede insists, dumbfounded.
Fancy striped orange fall-front trousers. Picture from https://www.etsy.com/listing/1506534899/18th-century-front-fall-breeches-mens. ~~~ Part 2: Izzy closes and locks the door behind him with a cheeky smirk, “Nah. Seems like you got yourself in trouble on purpose.” “No! I did not,” Stede insists. The smug older man struts towards him as best as he can with a wooden leg. His eyes are roaming up and down Stede’s body. “Tell me, Bonnet,” Izzy is face-to-chest with Stede, “Why the f*ck did you think you could pull off this little scouting job? You still think you’ve got something to f*cking prove?” Stede blushes and stammers, “No, yes, I-I don’t know.” “Hmph. Right,” Izzy pulls the chair from under the desk behind him, turns it around, and lowers himself onto it with a groan. He’s eye-level with the flap of Stede’s fall-front breeches. “It’ll be a while ‘til the crew finish looting the place,” Izzy strokes his gloved hand up and down Stede’s left thigh through the cloth. Stede gulps. This intimacy between Izzy and himself isn’t new per se, but it’s a shock anytime the gruff man initiates it. Izzy continues, “You need to learn some f*cking restraint. Respect your elders, and whatnot.” “Are you going to lecture me? Seriously? Right here, now?” Stede incredulously questions. “Yeah, right here, right f*cking now,” Izzy lowers his husky tone and begins to undo the buttons before him. Behind said buttons, Stede’s small growth hardens and his hole clenches. He’ll be wet in no time at all. With the last button undone, Izzy lets the flap fall and chuckles; the madman went commando. He teases, “Oh, Bonnet… Did you hope the captain of an enemy ship would ravage you, or were you just waiting for me?” “Neither, I swear!” “I don’t f*cking believe you. Your c*nt is soaked,” Izzy croons. Stede can’t deny his arousal, but who could blame him when such a handsome man is looking at his quivering hole and licking his lips like a starving mutt at a feast?
A stock image of naval knots. ~~~ Part 3: Izzy uses both hands to part the soft, shaved folds in front of him. He’s pleased to see the sensitive pink flesh puffy and moist already. The cold air between Stede’s legs makes him shiver, “Izzy, please! It’s cold, and we don’t have a lot of time!” “Restraint, Bonnet. Remember?” Stede whines, but doesn’t argue. Izzy leans forward to lick a hot path from his slick hole to the tip of his erection. “F*ck! Oh god, Izzy! Please!” Stede writhes and moves his hips up as much as possible to chase the older man’s tongue. His arms strain above him, still bound by rope. Izzy pants hot air against Stede’s groin. He uses his gloved right hand to open the laces of his trousers while holding Stede’s folds apart with his bare left hand. Once his hard shaft is free, he swipes his gloved hand across Stede’s hole, gathering enough moisture to lubricate said shaft. Stede watches Izzy stroke himself as he eats him out. The dark-haired man is moving his hand in time with every flick of his tongue. Both men keep their moans quiet. When Stede is on the edge of orgasm, Izzy pulls his face and hand away. He ignores the blonde’s cry of despair to reach his own pleasure. Hot, white streaks hit the floor between his boot and wooden leg. Dazed, Izzy misses the beginning of Stede’s annoyed inquiry. “-you let me c*me?” Stede questions. “Restraint, Bonnet…” “For heaven’s sake, I need more! Don’t do this, Izzy, please!” Izzy shakes his head, puts his softening penis away, and laces his trousers. He shows Stede no mercy, buttoning back up his fall-front flap and ignoring the sound of protest above him. He stands up and declares, “When we get back to our own vessel, you may do as you please with yourself. Until then, we’ve got work to do.” Stede nearly cries when Izzy finally unties his wrists. He and Izzy fix up their appearances and leave to find the crew, who will be unsurprised to see them arrive together, safe and sound.
Dumb Alt Text storytime! Izzy finds Stede tied up in an enemy ship after a scouting mission gone wrong. He decides to teach him a lesson.
CW: Trans Stede, Cis Izzy, BDSM, Rope Bondage, Mild Dub-Con, Mild Humiliation, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Orgasm Denial
#nsfw #stizzy #ofmdnsfw #fallfrontfriday
This 500-word skyfic is now archived on ao3!
archiveofourown.org/works/74562586
Happy #FallFrontFriday, everyone ❤️🍂👖
Little timezone bump while it's still #FallFrontFriday here 😘
Please read folks' new stories first! (check the quotes on the post below) but if you have time for an oldie, this story of mine has both FALL FRONTS and TUMMY
archiveofourown.org/works/46161256
#FallFrontFriday
yeah, let's fall those fronts 😚
#ofmdnsfw #gentlebeard #FallFrontFriday
I went a little silly with this one, you're welcome 🤭
#FallFrontFriday
#FallFrontPanties
I had THE most fun putting these together for zine week, with some delightful collaborators 🤩
#FallFrontFriday
A very merry #FallFrontFriday to us all! I’m still so proud of this Art™️ I made for the Fall Front Friday Zine back in May drive.google.com/drive/folder...
God bless us! Everyone!
Happy #FallFrontFriday! I wrote a thingy!
5 times Stede and Ed got off alone, and 1 time they got off together
Or, Season 1 retold via the medium of wanks
Part 1 is up - in which Stede enjoys some alone time with a bodice ripper...
Tags in thread ⬇️
archiveofourown.org/works/743124...
#OFMDFic
A #FallFrontFriday #ofmdskyfic 🍂👖
“Darling. Look how beautiful it is.” Stede gestures up at the sky freckled with a wealth of stars. It’s a cloudless night, all soft breezes and a slim crescent moon; the perfect time to be out on deck with the love of his life. 1/
Happy #FallFrontFriday Festival from the “living on your breath” boys, who will come back by end of year! I hope to put out a chapter and then focus on it over the holidays. This is not new but from Ch 1 #OFMDFanfic
archiveofourown.org/works/610343...
Happy Fall Front Friday Fall Festival! Stede enjoys the way these breeches show off his, um, ligs #fallfrontfriday #ofmdfanart
I also have the tree crotch boys dressed as their canon selves 🌳🍂👖
On ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/639072...
#FallFrontFriday #ofmdfic
I have my double drabble contribution to @alimasin.bsky.social’s #FallFrontFriday zine awhile back! You should check out everything in it!
On ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/66045451
#ofmdfic #ofmdfanfic #gentlebeard
An extremely cool graphic for the Fall Front Friday Fall Festival. Friday, November 21st. Text reads: "Put your favorite character in fall-front pants! Create something new! Share something old! #FallFrontFriday " The border of the graphic is closeups of fall front pants worn by various characters in Our Flag Means Death, with fall leaves placed over the front of their pants.
WELCOME TO THE FALL FRONT FRIDAY FALL FESTIVAL!
🍂👖🍂👖🍂
Share something you made, repost or rec something you love, think about fall-front pants and share your thoughts with the class!
🍂👖🍂👖🍂
#FallFrontFriday
Then I haven't missed it!
Those clever #FallFrontFriday artists, writers, narrators, and creators: posting it all in one day!
For #wipwednesday here's a snippet from my upcoming #FallFrontFriday festival fic.
We're taking a tour of season 1 via the medium of wanks. This is from chapter 1, set post ep2. Stede is enjoying some alone time with a bodice ripper...
Happy #FallFrontFriday 😍
*taps mic*
fall-front panties
#FallFrontFriday
It's "now-outdated fall-front trousers"Thursday 😭 (but seriously, read this fic, it's soooooo fun)
#FallFrontFriday
Any OFMD character, any format, any pa— wait, NOT any pants, they have to be fall front pants!
Hashtag, as always, is #FallFrontFriday
Add anything fall-frontal to the ao3 collection (OFMDFallFrontFriday) here: archiveofourown.org/collections/...
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