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Who wants Izzy getting railed in a kilt? Here you go!
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/88702621
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Who wants Izzy getting railed in a kilt? Here you go!
No, really that's pretty much all this is.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/88702621
The ofmd smut artists' dedication to making at least 40% of their art ftm is so honorable. Keep doing the lord's work yall
I Think He Knows: A Gentlebeard fic
by me, camerasparring
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Our Flag Means Death
Length: 32k (you wanted it, you got it)
Pairing: Edward Teach | Blackbeard/Stede Bonnet
Tags: Post-Season 2; Smut; Romance; Established Relationship; Communication; Bottom Discovery; Dirty Talk; Felching; Dogs; Innkeeper era without the Inn; click through for more!
Read here on AO3!!
They speak at length, every single day, in and out. All they do is talk, and not just about their pain and forgiveness. About the work left on the house, about their pasts, about their old life and their hopes for their new life. Stede believes Ed knows him best, inside and out, surely, and he would hope Ed would say the same about him. They revel in conversation, in paid compliments, in laughter, in flirtatious words and necking. It simply doesn’t translate to the sex. Sex is quiet and serious and routine. And Stede’s not sure he has any right to be slightly put out about that. And since Stede’s now sure how he should be feeling, he’s not really sure how to put it into words. Ed always makes him so comfortable, makes him feel beautiful and adored, makes him believe in himself. This one little thing shouldn’t be that difficult to discuss. -- Or: Stede is blissfully happy with Ed and their new home. He's just got some simple concerns! About their sex life! No big deal!
Just wrote my first OFMD smut 🎉🥳🎊🍾
And I’ve decided to post the link here as I’ve been doing with all my fics lately
Look, I like when you watch me
Ed tying up his hair to suck Stede off. That’s it. That’s the whole fic.
I’ve also written two more fanfics without smut that you can check it out here
Mark my skin mark my soul
As he watched Blackbeard get his back tattoed, Israel Hands looks back on the reason why he got his first tattoo, the x on his cheek and what it symbolizes for him.
And also this
Have I know you 20 seconds or 20 years?
Stede is suffering with feral cats on his roof that won't let him sleep.
One day he has enough and decides to spray them with water.
He ends up spraying Edward instead.
I also have lots of other different fics for different fandoms so please check it out.
A Light Touch
Pairing: Izzy Hands x Reader
Word Count: 2095
Warnings: Smut, sub!Izzy and dom!reader, fem!reader , pain play, fingering, explicit sex
Synopsis: Izzy's been taking out his anger at Blackbeard's new relationship on the crew. You think maybe he just needs to get laid and offer to take his mind off things.
A/N: Long-time reader, first-time writer. I am also a lesbian so constructive criticism is very much appreciated. This little man has infested my mind, and I saw a TikTok that said he probably cries during sex so here it is. Babygirl Izzy in all his whiney glory.
Sequel: A Firm Hand
The boat rocks underneath you as the snores of your crewmates continue to keep you awake. Normally, you’d be snoring along with them but the past few days have been tense; Stede and Ed have been getting closer and Izzy’s been more vicious than usual. You roll your eyes and pick up your threadbare blanket and half empty pillow when Wee John lets out a particularly earth rattling one.
With nowhere else to go, you clamber up to the deck and go to find a clean nook to sleep in when out of the corner of your eyes you see a shadow. The moon is waning, but bright enough to illuminate the deck and the other side of the boat, behind a mast, you see a person. Dropping to the floor in suspicion, you slink around to make sure it's not an intruder. You grip your knife, and jump out at them, ready to kill the fucker.
Shit. It’s Izzy.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he spits out before you can even lower your knife.
“I’m so sorry, I thought everyone was asleep and you were a murderer coming to kill us.”
“Why-” He stops before he finishes the thought and shakes his head.
“Why are you up here? It’s late.” He sighs, turning away from you and going back to leaning on the edge of the Revenge.
“Needed a place to sleep and it’s nice out tonight. Could ask you the same thing.”
His shoulders tense and his ungloved hands visibly tighten in the faint light. He stays quiet and you study him for a moment . He has on his signature black, but is in a state of undress. His waistcoat is gone and his tanned chest is slightly exposed underneath his blouse. No longer wearing his tight leather outfit or brandishing his sword he looks smaller to you, less menacing. Strands of hair fall on his face and the lack of sleep is clear from the dark circles underneath his eyes.
“Nothing. Do what you want, I’ll head to bed soon.” Izzy says dismissively.
You begin to turn on your heel when something makes you stop. As much of an asshole as he is, it’s clear he’s heartbroken and agitated. Not to mention letting loose may remove the stick firmly lodged up his ass. The wood of the Revenge creaks as you take a step closer to him and reach over to touch his shoulder. You chew your lip and make gentle contact, which he jumps at. His head whips to look at you and notice his brows furrow in confusion, frown deepening.
“I thought I told you to fuck off.” He huffs, bothered that his midnight brooding has been interrupted again.
“Listen.. I know we may not be best friends-” you begin as he scoffs at you.
“And I don’t presume to know about your relationship with Blackbeard. But! I can tell something has been bothering you.”
His eyes harden in suspicion, jaw clenching at his captain’s mention. You step closer to him and put your hand back on his shoulder. His eyes flicker to your hand and then to your chest for a second, where your slightly opened shirt reveals large breasts unconstrained by the corset you normally wear. The bob in his Adam's apple is all the encouragement you need as your hand begins to fall from his shoulder and down his arm.
“When’s the last time you slept a full night? Or thought about anything other than him? We’ve all been on edge, Izzy.” You say looking into his deep green eyes.
He looks away and laughs joylessly. “And what can you do about it?”
You step close enough to smell his leathery woody musk and look into his eyes once more. Your hands fall on his chest as you lean in to kiss him half expecting to be yelled at or stabbed. Izzy freezes initially, thinking it’s a ploy before returning the kiss, hard. Your head is pushed back by the force momentarily before he grabs the back of your neck with both his hands. It’s needy and a mess of teeth and tongue, one of your hands holding his forearm to stay balanced. When you part, his pupils are blown out and his hands stay on your neck, cupping your jaw.
“Follow me.” He commands in his gravelly voice, stepping back and turning around quickly hoping you wouldn’t be able to see tent in his trousers. You could.
Both of you tiptoe throughout the ship before he opens the door to his room and pulls you in quickly. His room is nice; the size of Olu and Jim’s. The covers are messy and you notice the distinct lack of decoration. It’s bare except for some papers and extra weapons laying around.
“You sure about this?” He asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed untying his shoes.
You swear you see him fumble in excitement when you tell him “Fuck yes.”
Once you remove your shoes, you begin to shrug off your blouse when you notice Izzy staring.
“Hurry up.” you say with a smile as you slip off your underwear, savoring the power you hold over him.
By the time you finish undressing, he’s waiting patiently by the end of the bed, gripping and releasing the sheets. His legs are spread and you can finally get a proper look. His cock is wider than average and so hard it looks painful. The tip is already leaking precum and you wonder how long it’s been for him. Once you’re at the edge of the bed you get him to lay back with a push to the chest and straddle him. His tanned body is hard and muscular, scars from hundreds of battles covering his chest and stomach. His hands are roaming everywhere, kneading your thighs, pushing the hair from your face, using his thumbs to play with your nipples. He hisses when you grab his dick and all but sees heaven when you push the tip in. As you slowly sink onto him, his hands grip your hips tight enough to leave bruises and you hear the smallest whimper coming from his mouth.
“I don’t know how long I can last.” he gasps, looking up at you.
You lean forward far enough that his graying hair scratches your cheek as you whisper “I’ve got all night, Iz.”
You feel his cock twitch at the thought as you lift your hips for moment before being filled completely. His moans and gasps fill the room as you ride faster, relishing the sensation. Gripping you closer, he whines in your kiss, desperate to be touched
“I need to cum, please.” He groans, wrapping his arms around you and taking a nipple in his mouth.
“Inside,” you gasp. “Cum for me, Izzy” you say as your fingers tangle in his hair and your hips meet his. He pushes you down onto him as his dick releases ropes of cum, hips stuttering until he’s empty. In a daze, he lifts his head from your nipple and releases his vice like grip on your body. His dick softens, but he keeps you locked on his lap, reluctant to let you move an inch.
“Such a good boy.” You smirk and grab his chin roughly. He blinks lazily up at you, and sweaty from exertion.
“You act so vicious and violent but you really just want to be ruined don’t you? Made to submit through pleasure… or pain.”
Almost immediately as the word leaves your lips his entire body tenses under you with a sharp inhale. Pushing his head to the side, you lick a stripe from his collarbone to his neck eliciting a shiver before you plant a kiss on his shoulder and bite hard enough to leave a mark. Izzy’s voice is hoarse as he moans your name, his hips bucking into you harshly before his hands fly to your waist to hold you in place. Lifting your hips to slide off his cock, you lay on the bed next to him as he catches his breath. You turn towards each other and his hand reaches out to hold your face as you kiss. As the kiss deepens, you feel him get between your legs, dick bobbing against his stomach in anticipation.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” He says looking down on you, getting a good look at the glistening folds dripping a mixture of his and your cum.
He positions the tip and your entrance and watches enraptured as you slowly swallow up his dick, your heat almost burning. He wastes no time and starts pumping inside you as hard as he can. In this angle, he’s hitting your g-spot, tightening the knot in your stomach with every thrust. One hand is holding your leg above his shoulder while the other is rubbing your pussy; which he’s being surprisingly gentle with considering how vicious he’s pounding into you. Your moans are reaching a crescendo when you put your arms around him and dig your nails in his flesh. The reaction is immediate, he lets out the most pathetic noise you’ve ever heard before dropping his head on your chest and slowing his thrusts.
“ Aww, that was adorable Izzy.” you say as you pull your nails down quickly leaving scratches along his back.
“You’re so pretty like this, singing from my touches and absolutely falling apart. I’d like to keep you.”
“Please.” He whispers before reaching his hand back down to your clit.
His punishing pace resumes while his fingers bring you closer to orgasm. His eyes don’t leave your body for a second, enraptured, memorizing every detail. How your tits bounce with every thrust, the flush on your cheeks, the way you fit together perfectly. Your hands tangle into the sheets behind you as you shout a chorus of “Oh God” and “Yes Izzy, more”.
He pulls out all the way before slamming his full length and hips into you, intent on your pleasure. At once you feel the knot snap and your entire body jerks as you feel the most earth shattering orgasm you’ve had in years. Spots dance around your vision before you can remember to breathe. Izzy is right after you, spilling inside you with a sob as your muscles squeeze him tighter. Your moans intermingle as you come down and he grabs your face to kiss you before he pulls out. Tear tracks all over his face, you wipe them away gently, thumbing the x on his cheek.
He’s not gone for long as you feel him begin to kiss your inner thigh, his gray goatee tickling the sensitive skin. You can hear him growl as he inhales your scent, placing slow, gentle kisses near your core.
“May I?” He asks, looking up at you for approval before diving in. He was licking like a madman, eager to taste every drop of you. You grab fistfuls of his hair while he drinks you and holds you tightly in place. You’re almost screaming his name as his fingers curl inside you and his tongue finds your clit, already sensitive and swollen. You buck uncontrollably into his mouth, his eyes watch your every move, unable and unwilling to look away. When you finally reach your breaking point, your whole body tenses and the release is indescribable. The floor is pulled out from under you and Izzy eagerly laps up your cum, groaning every time your hands tighten on his hair.
You lay panting for a moment before he gets a cloth to clean you up with. Gently, he wipes the sweat of your brow and cleans the mess you made of each other. As you stand up to get dressed, he quickly bends down to swipe at something where he was kneeling before grabbing his trousers. He came while eating me out? God, this is going to be fun.
Turning to look at each other at the same time, it's quiet for a moment.
“I guess I’ll go back to the deck.” you say with a small smile.
“Stay… If you like.” he mumbles in his deep voice, too embarrassed to look at you after being so vulnerable.
He gets into bed and you climb in next to him, blowing out the lamp before he lays his head on your chest.
“Thank you.” he whispers, hands sneaking into your shirt to wrap his arm around your skin. You kiss the top of his head and run a hand through his hair before sleep takes both you.
i know it’s a day late but i did end up writing that valentine’s day fic if anyone is interested! it’s been a looooooong time since i wrote gay smut so i tried my best <3 but there’s lots of fluff in it too! pls let me know what you think!
Read Valentine's Day from the story Ed's First Valentine's Day by whovianwrites (H 🤘) with 0 reads. blackbonnet, stede...
Just realized the last time I posted my OFMD crack!fics here was when I had -100 followers so here's round two!
Snake Snack Love Shack - Complete
Prompt: "aa a snake bited my peanus you have to. you have to. no I shant say it." Written for Rotten_Soldier (twitter and ao3) (Or: Stede gets bit by a snake and Ed sees no choice other than to *adjusts glasses seductively* suck it out.)
Tags: Ed Teach | Stede Bonnet | Ed Teach/Stede Bonnet | First Time Blow Jobs | Enthusiastic consent | Non-penetrative sex | Porn Without Plot | Snake bite in unconventonal places | Twitter prompt | canon-divergent gay awakening | crack!fic No archive warnings apply
Catboy HRT - Complete
Stede buys some questionable T from a possibly shady merchant and discovers some side effects he certainly wasn't expecting.
Tags: Ed Teach | Stede Bonnet | Ed Teach/Stede Bonnet | trans!Stede | catboy Stede | catboy HRT | side effects may include CATBOYIFICATION? | crack!fic No archive warnings apply Other warnings: Mild shark week discussion
(I'm thinking of doing a Stizzy fic sometime soon so Stizzy moots send any ideas to my askbox bc it is open)
Aaand... if i may be greedy with my smut requests... prompt 111 with any OFMD character(s) you fancy (but i'll give you a cookie if you pick frenchie).
This turned into a 1200 word fic. Goddammit. I hope you're happy. You definitely owe me a cookie.
Smut prompt: "Are those handcuffs?"
Minors DNI. 18+. The Room Upstairs
His mouth crooks into that adorable smile again and it’s settled: You’re going to have your way with him.
“Come with me,” you say, flashing him a coy look and taking hold of his sleeve. You notice that there’s a hole in the fabric – almost as if he’s driven a nail through it – and you slip your finger into the tear, using it to tug him along as if he were on a leash trailing behind you.
“I really should wait here for my captain to come back,” he says, glancing around Spanish Jackie’s barroom but following you just the same, letting you lead him towards the stairs. You’re pretty sure his name is Frenchie, but it doesn’t matter. You never bother to learn their names, not in the Republic of Pirates. Not when the tide carries out men like him every morning and washes a new batch ashore every night.
Not men like him, you correct yourself. There’s something a little more interesting to this one. He gives you a questioning look when you’re on the landing, and you nod towards the third door on the left. Jackie lets you use this room for your conquests. Makes it easier than having to drag them down to your place.
You open the door and let him step inside first. “I’ve done this before,” he says, even though you didn’t ask. “I’m a pirate. I’ve been to a lot of ports.”