Drawing of Ed from Our Flag Means Death in the middle of giving Stede a bj. They're backlit in warm orange light as Ed laps at the tip.

Feelin' bold tonight. Here's Ed and a midnight snack. #ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath #nsfwOFMD

Ed behind Stede on the bed, both naked, while Ed is teasing Stede who is in predicament bondage. Stede is planted in Ed's lap while his face is covered in a leather hood muzzle with a leash trailing down his chest, held by Ed's hand laying on his upper thigh. Stede's wrists are cuffed, and attached to his ankles that are shackled to a spreader bar Ed is perched on to hold him still. Ed's head is on Stede's shoulder whispering filthy things in Stede's ear while his hands are agonizingly close to where Stede despirately needs him.

I completely forgot about this, but here's my last one.

Was meant for 15th and 26th's prompts. 'Predicament bondage' and 'orgasm control.'
(Also the story prompt I posted a few months ago.)
##ofmdkinktober2025 #nsfwofmd

Drawing of Ed and Stede from Our Flag Means Death. They're in the backseat of a modern Jeep. They're both naked. Stede is sitting in Ed's lap while Ed jerks him off. Stede's consciousness is somewhere several miles above them. Ed's completely lost in watching Stede's face. Sunset oranges, purples, and blues are peeking behind them.

Feelin spicy feisty after a fight with my computer and tablet this morning so you get some of my spicy art for #TakeTwoTuesday. Here's @ophelia5wims.bsky.social and @omgcocaptains.bsky.social's Partnered boys doing Jeep things.

#nsfwOFMD #ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath

Rough sketch of Ed and Stede from Our Flag Means Death. Ed's holding Stede down and is on top of him. Stede is clutching the blanket underneath him. His mouth is open, his hair is falling over his eyes. Ed is smiling because the "d" in Ed stands for dick.

Sketched this a couple years ago and I just think it's pretty. #nsfwOFMD #ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath

Procreate pencil sketch of Ed and Stede naked and kissing and embracing like I normally draw them coz it’s a tried and true recipe. Ed is leaning backwards supported by his arms as Stede leans into him and has one arm around Ed’s waist.

Lil sketch coz it’s been A While and I’ve forgor how to draw
#ofmdnsfw #nsfwofmd #laznsfw

Drawing of Ed and Stede from Our Flag Means Death. Ed is asleep on his stomach in a pile of pillows and a rumpled blanket. Stede is on top of him. It's cropped, but it's clear they're having sex. The artist and author of the fic promise this was with eager consent.

It's dark, and Ed's warm...

Last year was the first time I ever participated in #kinktober. Brilliant @slightestwind.bsky.social wrote 'oh, mercy me'. I drew a thoroughly disheveled Stede to go with it. This is just a crop. 🫣

archiveofourown.org/works/59607256
#nsfwOFMD #ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath

Digital illustration in colour. Both naked, Stede pushes Ed onto his back, mid-kiss, while still standing at the edge of the bed, one hand on Ed’s thigh as if he is about to push it down. Ed’s hand delicately caressing Stede’s side and his other hand visible on Stede’s upper back. The lighting is warm and dusky like a hot summer evening, trés romantic.

Decided to zhuzh up this old sketch a lil bit 💛

#ofmdnsfw #nsfwofmd #laznsfw

Stede is straddling Ed's lap in a chair, he is naked, Ed is in his leathers and boots. One hand is wrapped snugly around Stede's freckled back, another sliding down his spine, seeking home.

I want all of you, and give all of me to you.
I want to be home, where peace is...
#nsfwofmd #ofmdfanart

A03 archiveofourown.org/works/67208173

Little #SexualSunday inspired by Soft Dom Ed and Power Bottom Stede brain rot.

Digital drawing. Stede is lying naked on his back, head supported by a pillow. Ed is lying tummy-down on one of stede’s thighs, face close to between his legs and Stede’s other thigh resting over Ed’s shoulder. Ed is resting his face slightly against this leg and looking at Stede adoringly. Stede is wearing light blue stockings with teal ribbons and little teal hearts all along the seams. Ed is wearing black stockings with purple ribbons and purple hearts all along the seams.

Redraw of an older sweet drawing 🥰
#ofmdnsfw #nsfwofmd #laznsfw

Text: Edward had told him to shave. Izzy shivers as he reads the texts. When Edward got into these moods, it came with a thrill that crept along the razor thin edge of fear. face and cunt. want both your holes smooth and ready for daddy Yes Sir. xx good girl The room is cool. Edward hasn’t bothered to turn on the heat. He’s still fully dressed – tight t-shirt, leather pants, jacket, the whole kit. Izzy is sitting on the edge of Edward’s beaten down couch in nothing but lingerie. His prosthetic is off, his other thigh tilted upward with the added height of a jet black heel. A long stocking, dark and sheer, reaches the top of his thigh, held by a garter that clips to his panties. The bra fits awkwardly, cups curled inward around the firmer skin of his pecs. The pink-shine line of his scars peek out below the wire. He feels strange without his beard. He hasn’t shaved in years, and the burst of air with each of Edward’s movements rushes across his bare skin. Edward’s face is trimmed close, disappearing into the tumble of his hair. He’s standing in front of Izzy now, looking down at him as he pulls his own hair into a high ponytail. Izzy stares back quietly, trying to judge how this is going to go.

“You look pretty,” Edward finally rumbles, letting his hands fall. He reaches forward to grip Izzy’s chin lightly, turning his face side to side. “Very cute. The eyeliner looks nice.” Izzy feels a trickle of embarrassment slip thick down the inside of his chest. His eyes are outlined in a messy black. He’s not very decent at makeup, but it’s fine. Edward only really cares about seeing it run down his face. The hand leaves his chin and Izzy braces himself. Hears the cut of Edward’s hand through the air before he feels it connect. It lands true, catching the apple of his cheek sharp and hot. His head jerks, and Izzy hisses. “Did you forget something bitch?” “Thank you Daddy,” Izzy says quickly, overeager to fix his mistake. Edward huffs and connects his palm with Izzy’s face again, drawing a groan out of him. Izzy feels like he’s turning to water. The sting of his skin ripples outward, echoing long after Edward’s hand has settled back at his side. “I know you like getting slapped around you stupid whore. Don’t mess up on purpose, or it’ll be your cunt next.”

🖤 happiness is the same price as red-bottoms 🖤

edizzy nsfw || cw: object insertion, daddy kink, degradation

[ #edizzy #edwardteach #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

🖤 if you, if you'd just let me in
we could explore a different type of sin 🖤

stede nsfw || cw: trans stede, solo, panty sniffing

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

He pulls him closer with an arm around his waist and Izzy wants to cry. Stede is murmuring, like he always does. Something about flowers. The first time this happened, Izzy had been ready to stab someone. There'd been a standoff that had ended with the two of them back to back, each struggling to stay propped up on their respective side of the twin bed. Izzy had woken up in the early morning absolutely surrounded by Stede -- one arm across his center, robe draped over his hip and thigh like a shared blanket. Hot breath puffing past his neck and cheek. His head had been fuzzy, the pressure of Stede both calming and warm along his bare waist. He laid there for an hour, soaking up the unfamiliar intimacy of Stede's touch. Tired mind shifting lazily through the stages of grief. This wasn't real – it was just him chasing after crumbs. Even so, it wasn't until Stede pressed deeper, pulled him closer, and slowly rolled the hard line of his cock into Izzy's ass, that he pulled away in shock and disgust with himself. Stede had slurred awake, peering up at him with half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks.

They hadn't spoken about it. But they did somehow keep picking inns that, at least according to Izzy, only had rooms with one bed available. "How unfortunate," Stede would say, climbing into bed, and Izzy would nod silent agreement before settling in beside him, only to find himself covered within the hour by Stede's sprawling limbs and sleep-heavy body. Sometimes Izzy was wrapped and cradled into the soft, furred skin of Stede's stomach and chest. Other times they would slot together like tulip petals, and Izzy would feel small and paper thin, Stede's heavy breathing passing through him rhythmically. Matching lungs and the indent of Stede's skin against his own. He has, against the odds, managed to allow himself to enjoy this. To swallow down the self loathing and accept this strange gift (or curse) that the universe has afforded him. Even if it is just a tease. Something he'll never really have.

So this time, Izzy decides to let Stede use him. It doesn't take much coaxing. He's already hard, and Izzy has spent mornings laying awake, holding Stede in his hand, the weight of his erection mapped into Izzy's mind -- Izzy's life lines memorizing the soft skin and small imperfections of Stede's arousal. He slowly releases Stede from his underwear. Guides him between his thighs, already slick and sensitive, mixing with sticky precum, and waits. Truthfully it's enough to just hold him, feeling the head of Stede's cock just barely there, and the weight behind it promising more. Izzy clenches around nothing and feels the telltale slickness on his thighs. Thinks about how fucked up this is, and feels another shiver of pleasure run through him at that. Stede's arm pulls him closer now and it's a slow, tentative roll of his hips that follows, and Izzy had to bite his lip to keep from gasping. The angle isn't perfect, but even just the sensation of Stede pressing into him is enough to spark something overwhelming in Izzy's brain.

🖤 how do you fix the damage? // how do you break the habit? 🖤

stizzy nsfw || cw: somno, dubcon, sad pathetic izzy

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

Explicit nsfw digital drawing of Merpeople Ed and Stede ofmd. They are underwater floating near some seaweed and above flat rocks. They have cetacean-like genitalia emerged from their mermaid tails. The appendages are touching against each other, with MerEd using his hand to guide his. MerStede seems a little overwhelmed but in a good way. Maybe this is their first time together as mermaids, they gotta figure out how this works!

the merporn I promised! 🙈

#ofmdnsfw #nsfwofmd
(laznsfw)

It’s a sparking, clenching sensation at the center of him. He gives a grunt and a low wail, teeth searching in that instinctual need for blood and flesh. His mind is a tunnel of white noise. Stede thinks he might have gone blind. That he’ll never see the light again. Adrenaline courses through him – if he were to fall apart in this instant it would be with his seed pumping into a willing bitch, and in this instant that’s enough for him. The chair he’s currently tied to creaks, but doesn’t give. Ropes circle his ankles and spread thighs, loop across his chest and upper arms, and thread between his wrists to keep his hands out of reach. In his lap, Izzy sits facing him, completely nude, whining as he chases the alpha’s mouth with his own. A quick jerk of Stede’s hips quiets him, knot tugging at the swollen entrance of his cunt and jostling his tiny cock between the heat of their bodies. Izzy grips at Stede’s shoulders to steady himself. Fights to keep from chasing after his bite as his hormones kick into overdrive. Stede snarls at the harsh tug of fingers in his hair. Edward pulls Stede’s head back, smirking at the way he snaps the air, eyes still not focused despite the way he snarls. His agitation earns Izzy another hard thrust that nearly knocks the omega over, and Edward can tell from the way they both suddenly stiffen that Stede is cumming again.

“Alpha… fuuuuck… bite… need it…” Izzy is trembling, eyes glassy, pawing at Stede’s shoulders pathetically. It’s enough to make Ed’s heart go kind of soft. The room smells like hazelnut and paper and salt, and it’s hard for him to tell what is coming from who. “Let me go Ed,” Stede says through clenched teeth, and the chair lets out a groan when he tugs at the ropes. “No biting. You said that yourself mate.” “Fuck what I said!” Stede says, anger bleeding into desperation. “I need to do it. I’m going to die if I don’t get my teeth on him Ed.” “Naw, I don’t think you will,” Ed hums, giving another hard tug. Stede’s scent glands pulse distress and arousal, sharp and salty, and Edward can practically hear Izzy gritting his teeth in response. “Next time I need to put a collar on you Stede. Or a fucking muzzle.” Another shudder ripples through Stede, making his legs shake, and Izzy gasps as a second load is emptied deep inside of him.

Edward can see his stomach is already starting to bulge, the firm muscle pushed outward by the glut of cum currently filling his omega womb. Edward raises an eyebrow. “Christ,” Edward says, then chuckles. “Maybe both then, if you’re so excited about it.” “Ed,” Izzy groans. He’s buried his face in the sweat-soaked hair on Stede’s chest, breathing deep to get as much of the Alpha’s scent as he can. His head is filled with ink spots scattered across a white ocean. His voice sounds ragged. “Please let him… fuuuuck… he’s… I’m…” “I’m not letting him do anything Iz,” Ed says, voice husky. “And you know why?” He leans over Stede’s shoulder now, hair brushing along the bare skin. Stede growls, but it fades into a whine. He doesn’t snap, turning his face instead to breathe heavy against Edward’s throat. Edward allows him, despite the hand still tangled in Stede’s blonde curls. Izzy’s eyes are shut, but he tilts his face upward on instinct, scenting and sensing Edward moving closer, lips lifting from Stede’s chest to brush light across Ed’s cheek.

“Because you belong to me,” Ed rumbles, and it’s enough to send Izzy shaking over the edge again, mouth opening in a choked-off wail. His legs grip tight around Stede’s thighs, cunt pulsing and milking the fat knot inside of him. Izzy’s cock twitches, a pathetic spurt of cum dribbling over the head and down the short shaft to where his balls are settled. Stede presses his face to Edward’s neck, yelping at the overstimulation and the fresh flood of seed that follows. It’s beginning to border on pain, but his knot is still thick and full, locking Izzy in place. Edward lets them ride it out, taking the chance to part his lips and taste the rolling waves of omega and alpha scent. Arousal and distress mingling freely in the air. “Aren’t you glad we found Stede, Iz? Finally an alpha pathetic enough to breed my omega for me.” There’s a sudden change in Stede’s scent, like burnt paper. Izzy whimpers in instinctual anxiety. Edward can feel Stede rumble in warning against his throat, but it’s choked off by a hard jerk of his head back to expose his face. He’s flushed, pupils blown wide, lips wet and slack. Edward looks down at him, warm and dominant, smiling closed-mouth.

🖤 pulled up on that booty // yeah we some pirates 🖤

steddyhands nsfw || cw: a/b/o, knotting, breeding

[ #edizzy #steddyhands #stedebonnet #edwardteach #izzyhands #omegaverse #knotting #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

Two panel sketch, naked Ed is kneeling on the bed with his back to us, naked Stede is sitting in his lap with his long legs wrapped around Ed’s waist, his toes pointed gracefully, and arms wrapped around Ed’s back. He’s smiling slightly. In the second sketch, the position hasn’t changed much except they are kissing deeply now, and Stede’s legs are raised into the air slightly. there is no colour in the sketch except for blush on both their faces, shoulders, hands and feet.

I don’t have anything new for #bottomstedeweek but here’s a lil sweet one from a while ago

(laznsfw) #ofmdnsfw #nsfwofmd

Light is scarce. Izzy’s head is stuffed with gauze, white and shining as the moon outside the window. The hand around his throat is familiar, but different. A palmful of fur. Hot breath across his face. It fills his mouth. He wants to be okay. He’s not scared of death, even when it pants wetly in his face. “Help me,” Edward says, and it’s not quite Edward. Still dark eyes and brown skin. Still long hair in messy waves. Still strong shoulders and sharp jaw and the messy growth of his butchered beard. But his eyebrows are thick, twisted in agony, black and furred. His pointed fangs stretch the limits of his mouth, pulling his lips into a wide grimace that Izzy echoes with gritted teeth. “Help yourself,” Izzy groans, his own fingers meeting around Edward’s wrist. He realizes he’s naked when the drifting curtain of Edward’s robe brushes his bare stomach. “Or did your fucking pansy of a boyfriend tell you he didn’t like it?”

Edward snarls. His body jerks forward, lips meeting Izzy’s, and they kiss so hard and sudden that Izzy’s head slams against the wall. A kaleidoscope of light explodes in his vision, underpinned by the sharp tear of his lips across Edward’s hungry teeth. They both taste blood, and Edward shudders. “He doesn’t know?” Izzy whispers against Ed’s lips, and there’s a cruelty in it that turns Izzy’s stomach. “Never had the honor of seeing you like this?” With your hands around his throat? With his blood in your mouth? “I don’t want to be a monster,” Edward says. Izzy has heard it before. Has said it before, in fact. He knows it like a mantra. It twists inside his chest like a knife and inside his dreams like a balm. “But you are a monster,” Izzy growls back and Edward whines. “You’re a monster. That’s okay. It’s okay. Be a monster.”

Edward’s mouth stretches impossibly wide. A snake wrapping jaws around its prey. Saying, I will take you in to sustain myself, but I will not break you until you are in the softest parts of me. Until I can constrict with everything in me and shape you to myself as I shape myself to you. His teeth settle around Izzy’s face, tongue lolling to drape and press across his chin. Izzy stiffens, then settles. Lets his hand fall. Lets his arms go limp, the path of his fingertips brushing across Edward’s furred hips. The hand at his chest has grown cruel claws, and they dig into him so easily he almost doesn’t feel it. Surgical, right into the space where his heart should be. Hot breath from the deepest part of Edward rushes over Izzy. His mouth is so long. So full of teeth and poison and words. Izzy cannot close his eyes. Cannot stop looking at that place he will become. Behind him the moon bursts through the clouds. It highlights the shimmer of teeth. Izzy feels detached and grounded all at once. Anchored by the pressure points at his scalp, and grazing the soft pulsing skin of his throat.

Izzy hears a younger Edward, torn and bloody, laying on shore and reeking of death. Iron and rot. The hot salt of tears. “The moon is full. Don’t you know mate? That’s when everything happens.” Edward wraps a stretched hand around his waist. The heat of his erection bobs between them. Izzy can’t see it, but he feels the pointed tip slip between the spread of his thighs, filling the all seeing eye of his core. The triangle thrums in time with his pulse. He thinks he feels the robe flutter in pieces around him. Tattered streamers. Celebration. “Do it,” he speaks into the heated crosswind of Edward’s breath. And it could mean anything. The teeth are still there, surrounding him. A cavern. A fox trap. A wire hoop snared around his insides, pulling them out through his cunt. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Izzy says, long ago. “What’s the worst that will happen?” Edward replies, from somewhere else.

🖤 I want your quiet // your screaming and thrashing 🖤

edizzy nsfw || cw: blood, wounds, painful sex, whump

[ #edizzy #edwardteach #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

Digital sketch. Pretty sure the prompt was ‘blindfold’ and possibly the second prompt was about being tied up? Ed is tied to a post with his hands behind his back and sitting on the ground, wearing a fancy shirt that has fallen down to around his wrist and waist, he’s also wearing fancy lace-up stockings and a sleep-mask as a blindfold. A naked Stede is kneeling in between Ed’s legs and has a hand under Ed’s chin, his face really close to Ed’s. They are both smiling.

Digital sketch, prompt was probably “clothed sex”. Ed has some stubble like in the final episode of season 1. He’s wearing only the breakup robe and sat on a ledge with his legs wrapped around Stede, who is wearing a billowy shirt that is falling off one shoulder and riding up at the waist where Ed’s hand is slipping down. Stede’s still wearing britches but they’re undone and clearly loose, showing a bit of his butt. They are kissing passionately.

Digital sketch. Prompt was “rimming”. Ed is lying on his stomach while Stede is going to town on his ass.

October 2022 kinktobers! Still going through my archive.

#ofmdnsfw #nsfwofmd
(laznsfw)

Nsfw

OFMD
Our flag means death 🏴‍☠️

Steddyhands // Stede, Ed and Izzy

Izzy getting fucked by Ed as Stede watches whilst coming

#nsfw #nsfwart #nsfwartist #nsfwofmd #ofmdnsfw #ofmd #ourflagmeansdeath #blackbeard #stedebonnet #izzyhands #gayart

Nsfw

OFMD
Our flag means death 🏴‍☠️

Steddyhands // Stede, Ed and Izzy

Trans Izzy squirting as he’s getting double stuffed by Stede and Ed

#nsfw #nsfwart #nsfwartist #nsfwofmd #ofmdnsfw #ofmd #ourflagmeansdeath #blackbeard #stedebonnet #izzyhands #gayart #transart

Digital illustration of Stede Bonnet in shibari rope bondage. He is drawn with only his smile visible at the top, with his full nude body on view down to the top of his thighs and the base of his cock. He is wrapped tightly in pink rope which is crisscrossed across his chest and squeezing around his pec muscles to make them bulge. His arms are tied behind his back and the ropes are looped to circle the base of his cock. The ropes are decorated with purple and yellow pansies, tucked into the ropes around his neck, chest and stomach. He is painted mostly in grey scale with blushing pink tits and tummy pouch, with light reflections of his chest. He is covered in body hair with a large chest tattoo of an Anchor turning into a lighthouse with a banner that reads Edward, but only a few letters are visible under the ropes. He has a gold earring and two discreet gold nipple bars.

STIDDIES.

#OFMD #OFMDfanart #OurFlagMeansDeath #TheVillainsArt #NSFWOFMD

Digital drawing of Ed and Stede from ofmd. Ed is sitting astride Stede's lap, reaching a hand behind himself for Stede's dick. Stede is fingering Ed's ass, but mostly just hanging on for dear life. There is a speechbubble from Ed saying "Just the tip. Just a little, god, Stede, please"

There was a discussion about the criminal lack of art for the legendary Does the Body Good. Accidental insp struck. I blame @xrayvex.bsky.social

Does the Body Good by @zemph147.bsky.social
archiveofourown.org/works/408557...

#ofmdnsfw #nsfwofmd

Digital nsfw drawing of Ed and Stede from Ofmd. Ed is naked and lying back in a bed (I imagine they are in their inn bedroom). Stede is on top of him wearing a sheer billowing shirt, situating himself on Ed’s dick.

Similar composition to the previous drawing, nsfw. Stede has sunk himself down onto Ed, his hands on Ed’s chest and his head held up with his eyes closed. Ed is lifting his head off the pillow and holding Stede’s side.

Nsfw, digital drawing. Similar composition to before, but now Ed has thrown his head back into the pillow and his legs are flat against the bed. He is still holding Stede’s hip. Stede is now leaning back, one arm supporting him by resting on Ed’s leg and the other on Ed’s chest as if he’s pushing Ed down into the mattress. His cock is peeking out under the sheer shirt, which has fallen off-the shoulder on one side.

I imagine he’s being bossy in the last one
#ofmdnsfw
#nsfwofmd
(laznsfw)

Digital illustration of rope bondage shibari knot work across a nude hairy back, buttocks and upper thighs and knotted over a pair of arms crossed over eachother. The ropes are pink and have pink tinged daisies tucked into them in certain areas. The body is in greyscale and has a number of tattoos covering the back, arms and thighs. The rope is tightly knotted across and under the blushing buttocks to squeeze the skin and make it appear more voluptuous.

🌸 All tied up in love 🌸

#OFMD #OFMDfanart #OurFlagMeansDeath #TheVillainsArt #NSFWOFMD

screenshot of a bluesky post from Michael Hobbes saying "I think I am being negged but this is genuinely the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me on Grindr" followed by a screenshot of two messages from Grinder, the first saying "you look like you'd be a cool librarian hahah [sic]" and the second saying "Or history teacher"

Continued thread from Michael Hobbes with a second post saying "update" followed by a screenshot of two text messages, the first message saying "then he sent me a 3 minute video of himself jerking off and said we should meet up 'but not for anything sexual'" the second message saying "men containing multitudes out here" followed by a third post in the thread from Michael Hobbes saying "We are meeting up tomorrow"

screenshot of a google word document with the following text: “Fuck—okay, here we go, Stede. You can do this, it’s fine, everyone has to start somewhere—oh, my god. Stop with the pep talk, buddy, and just—” Ed clutches his phone in both hands, drinking in every inch of this guy’s face, wanting to kiss his way down his jaw, wanting to feel his lips against Ed’s, wanting to feel his fucking gorgeous nose pressed against Ed’s— But before he can finish the thought, the man on the camera—Stede? Must be his name—leans back, and Ed realizes Stede is naked from the waist down, and holy fucking Christ. Past the fucking shock of it all, Stede's cock is so mouth-wateringly gorgeous Ed has to swallow not once but fucking twice because the first swallow was just to keep from fucking drooling, but the second time was because swallowing while looking at the red, flushed skin and dripping head—dripping, Jesus FUCK—has Ed picturing that cock rammed into his throat, and what’s he supposed to do, not swallow?

In honor of #sexualsunday and @poorlyformed.bsky.social 's birthday weekend, I would like to present a small portion of the fic I started writing for them like.... three days ago in a haze, inspired by these bsky posts (I am not calling them skeets. I won't. You can't make me.) #nsfw #nsfwofmd

Drawing of Ed and Stede from Our Flag Means Death. They're both naked. Ed is on top between Stede's legs. Stede is still wearing silk stockings and one foot is curling toes. Ed is touching his face and neck. Stede is clinging to one of Ed's arms. They're pressing their foreheads together and their eyes are closed as they move together.

incantations

#OurFlagMeansDeath #ofmd #nsfwOFMD

digital illustration in monochrome black and white shading with strong pink highlights. image shows a man laying face down with his bum visible as another tattooed man's hand reaches down and pulls down his trousers in one firm motion. the bum has a bright pink blush and a tattoo reading ET ♡ SB on the left cheek. the first man is covered in fluffy bodyhair painted in a pink and white gradient. the arm reaching into frame has an Anchor tattoo and snake scales, with several overlapping scars on the back of his hand and red tinted hair.

Captain's booty 🍑

#OFMD #OFMDfanart #OurFlagMeansDeath #TheVillainsArt #NSFWOFMD

Digital illustration of Ed and Stede tenderly embracing and kissing naked, sweetly, with limbs entangled. We are looking down at them from above. The sun shines through the cabin window creating the window pattern over them.

Hold you here my loveliest friend

#ofmdnsfw #nsfwofmd (laznsfw)

Two digital drawings on a mostly blank background of Ed and Stede. Stede stands behind Ed in the first one, holding him close and slipping his hand down Ed’s waistband. Both are shirtless. In the second drawing the explicit part is suggested as we see a closer cropped continuation of the first image. The lower half of the image is obscured but Ed throws back his head in pleasure as Stede whispers in his ear.

It’s about time I shared this one

#ofmdnsfw #nsfwofmd (lazart)

5 sketchy pictures of Jim and Oluwande in various sexy positions. They’re having a great time!

Some tealoranges from a while ago! 🩵🧡

#ofmdnsfw #nsfwofmd
(laznsfw)

Sketchy messy drawing of Stede and Ed embracing desperately in the cellar

Digital drawing with an inlay in the top right corner that features a close up of Ed’s lips on Stede’s ear saying “maybe you whisper in his ear”. The main drawing then shows them in the hot-tub, close together and Stede looks like he’s not holding it together.

Digital drawing of Stede and Ed in the utility closet. It’s dark and a sliver of light is coming through the door. Both are clothed but Stede is on his knees in front of Ed. He has also reached up to put his fingers in Ed’s mouth. Ed grips the wall and stede’s hair.

3 scribbles I did when reading ‘Tis the Damn Season’ by @beabonnet.bsky.social !

#ofmdnsfw #nsfwofmd (laznsfw)