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writer person 🧜‍♂️ #OFMD nut 🏴‍☠️ 40s 🍊 they/she 🌈 https://archiveofourown.org/users/KnivesInFeet/works #SaveOFMD #AdoptOurCrew PFP by @gaywatson.bsky.social 💚💜

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · Feb 24

I have multiple fics now! Here's my attempt at a pinned thread to keep track of them and any related works (podfics, art, etc.)

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Rysiooozaur @rysiutokwiat.bsky.social · 12h

BOYS,,,sob
missed them a bit
#ofmd

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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 6h

Somehow I am STILL stuck in the car so everyone who voted for horny WIP Wednesday is getting lucky ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Ed has some inconvenient dreams (cw for a la croix’s whisper of somnophilia)

The person behind him was breathing hard. "Fuck," they hissed under their breath. "How could I resist you,
when you're like this?" They rolled into him, deeper and deeper. "You're so hot inside, sweetheart. Feel so good." They
punctuated this with one firm thrust.
Ed's body lolled limp against the mattress. It felt impossibly good, his whole body shivering with it. But he was
too sleepy and gone to do much else but take it. The person struck up a steady rhythm now, unrelenting. Kissing Ed all
over the back of his neck, his shoulders. Murmuring praise.
"So good. So good for me. Can't get enough of you." Teeth bit down slow and firm into the curve of Ed's
shoulder. "You drive me mad, Ed. I love you so much."
Ed woke up all at once.
Painfully hard.
Painfully alert.
Painfully aware of just who it was he was dreaming about.
It wasn't a memory, not exactly. More like...he'd lived a dozen moments, just like that dream. After the dam
broke, after they finally got it together, Stede became insatiable. Well, they both had. But Stede especially. They were
young, dumb, full of come, and in love for the first time. Food tasted better, colors were brighter, and Ed could get it up
three to five times in a couple hour span without breaking a sweat. God help them when their days off aligned—they'd
been known to spend thirty-six hours straight in bed, until their stomachs were growling and the whole house reeked of sex and the rats' nest of Ed's hair had to be combed out with coconut oil. They actually had to replace their bedsheets at
one point, after Ed dug his heels into the mattress so hard while Stede was eating him out, he ripped a hole straight
through them.
And Ed couldn't count the number of times he'd woken up like that, already being fucked— his body warm and
loose and pliant, instinctively opening himself up to Stede, even in his sleep. He'd never trusted anyone like that since.

Ed had thought it would cool down, eventually— the honeymoon era. But it never did. They were always hot for
each other, always grabbing and groping and wrestling on the couch. Right up until the day Ed left.
So good. So good for me. Can't get enough of you.
This time, it wasn't some disembodied voice whispering in Ed's ear, but Stede crowded in close along his back.
The blazing heat of his limbs octopus-ed around Ed every which way—pinning him in place, just the way he knew Ed
liked. Gripping Ed by the thigh to lift his hips up, because he already knew that was the best way to hit that perfect angle that made Ed whimper and cry out. Dragging his lips back and forth across the back of Ed's neck, the way he always used to do, because Ed was ticklish there, and the way it made him shiver and twitch felt good on Stede's dick,
buried deep inside him.
Without his permission, Ed's hand began to creep down the length of his body, reaching for his own prick.
He was already a little wet at the head. Ed gave himself a loose stroke, and he was so hungry for it, his toes
curled-his back arched away from the mattress. His whole body was dewed with sweat.
Out in the hallway, the creak of his mother's footsteps. Ed dropped his dick like he'd been burned, like he was
thirteen and hiding porn under his mattress again.
Fuck. What was he doing? In just a few hours, he was going to see Stede again—he'd be sitting across from
him, within touching distance. Felt like a bad idea, maybe. Starting the day jerking off while fantasizing about the guy.
Tempting fate, or something.
His dick stared up at him, accusatory.
"Calm down," he muttered to it, because obviously he was losing it so yeah— why not talk back to his own
erection?
More footsteps in the hall, followed by Mum's singsong voice. "Eddie? You awake in there? It's getting late!"
Ed closed his eyes and took a long breath through his nose. "Be out in a minute," he called back.

He peeked his eyes open. His dick was still glaring at him, still hard enough to break concrete.
You drive me mad, Ed. I love you so much.
It was going to be a long fucking day.

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 4h

aaaaaaah

😱🔥🫠

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 4h

this is GORGEOUS

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Deanbird @deanbird.bsky.social · 7h

He's watching Blondie over there, and is immediately, hopelessly enamoured! What ridiculous thing is Stede doing that will have Ed sauntering over in T-minus 2 minutes?

#ofmd #OFMDfanart

Ed Teach from Our Flag Means Death posed from the hips up. He's got an expression on his face that looks like a mix between a smirk and an embarrassed smile. He's two seconds away from twirling his hair around his finger. His right hand is curled up around his mouth and his left lies down to his side. He's wearing a pink long sleeved shirt with a snake pattern, and the shirt, his skin, and his dark wavy hair are highlighted in bright neon colors from pinkish red to purple to blue. His hair is half up with a small bun corralling the top half. The background is bright purple.

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Nomadsland @nomadsland.bsky.social · 1d

Today for #TakeTwoTuesday, how about Three Quarters of an Inch, which is my only RPF (so far): archiveofourown.org/works/540201...

three quarters of an inch - Chapter 1 - nomadsland - Our Flag Means Death (TV) RPF [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 14h

ahhhh and it's such a good one

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GayWatson 🌈🏴‍☠️🎨 @gaywatson.bsky.social · 19h

Happy birthday to the ca--uh, man himself, @david-jenkins.bsky.social!

Illustration of David Jenkins as Officer Shaw as a cat, aka Catptain. What?

Screenshot of David Jenkins as Officer Shaw from the pilot of Our Flag Means Death

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 17h

Ha, I might be thinking of the wrong kind of ding dong here

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GayWatson 🌈🏴‍☠️🎨 @gaywatson.bsky.social · 2d

don’t mind if I do ❤️

Digital sketch of said Ding Dong of photograph fame. A black and white tuxedo cat with and expression of round blankness and rendered in shades of red and pink

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 17h

💖💖💖

(also, I've been reading Syllabus by Lynda Barry, and this reminds me of her classroom practice where you can eat as much candy as you want as long as you draw every piece first)

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 1d

THIS. FIC. 😱🤯😱

smallest church @smallestchurch.bsky.social · 2d

please enjoy chapters nine and ten at your leisure, they are hot and fresh 4 u xx ✨☕️✨
archiveofourown.org/works/636465...

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 1d

Actual photo from the day I came this close to driving our 13' RV into a bridge (and had to back it 360° off an entry ramp to escape 😭).

Told @tightenupmate.bsky.social and she somehow magicked it into this perfect fic, toy piano stuck on a loop and all. Poison into positivity, I love it so much!!

photo from a truck dashboard of a highway overpass labeled "11'7" clearance." you can't see it, but the RV attached to this truck is over 13' tall. fuckkkkkkk

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 1d

SCREAMING I love it!!

KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 1d

I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS!!!

about to read!

tagging @cheersm3dears.bsky.social who I know will want to read, too!

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 1d

a cartoon of candy corn with the words team candy corn

Alt: a cartoon of candy corn with the words team candy corn

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sam | ingydar @margaritaville.bsky.social · 3d

omg it’s #ofmdkinktober25 day 5! which means my little ass has a fic for you guys for the ravishment fantasy prompt! 😳 here it is. i think it’s funny i hope you guys do too.

archiveofourown.org/works/71932946

upon a fiery steed by ingydar
05 Oct 2025
Our Flag Means Death (TV)
No Archive Warnings Apply, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Ravishment Fantasy, Consensual Non-Consent, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Wears a Dress, Humor, Bottom Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Top Stede Bonnet, Feminization
Ed has been thinking. And maybe it's time to take their relationship to the next level. Which is to say: maybe Ed would like to not be Ed for a little while. And Ed already knows how Stede is going to react: But I like Ed! Why would I want anyone but Ed? Ed is my favorite! Blah, blah. Ed is sick of being Ed. He'd like to, maybe once, be, like. He doesn't know. Maybe, like, a princess. Or something. It doesn't HAVE to be that. It's not like he was thinking about anything specifically.
Just, like, a random thought. He could be 100 other things that aren't a princess.
Language: English Words: 3,712 Chapters: 1/1
Collections: 1 Hits: 0

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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 3d

End of the weekend bump! Is it just me, or are they kind of getting along in this one? 😏

Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d

Two new chapters of the divorce boys are now live! Ed is killing time in town, feeling super normal about the fact that his (ex-ish) husband is always just a few blocks away...also, a look at red carpets past 👀

archiveofourown.org/works/702434...

cover art by @clairegregoryau.bsky.social 🥀❤️‍🔥

an image in the vein of a romance novel cover, with coral roses in the foreground, and a blurry garden fading into the background. The text reads:
Right Where You Left Me
An OFMD second chance romance
serpent_and_dahlia

art by @clairegregoryau.bsky.social

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GayWatson 🌈🏴‍☠️🎨 @gaywatson.bsky.social · 2d

1/2
Hey pals, it's been an extremely stressful month. This little guy is not doing well. We're trying to find a solution, but the vet bills are really adding up. No pressure, but if you liked this piece and want to help, I have pr/nts available in my shop.
#cats #catsofbluesky #art #originalart

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smallest church @smallestchurch.bsky.social · 2d

please enjoy chapters nine and ten at your leisure, they are hot and fresh 4 u xx ✨☕️✨
archiveofourown.org/works/636465...

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 2d

I mean, get me the bodies and the rehearsal space and the costumes and I'll see what I can do 🤣

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 2d

I actually have a choreography / theater background, but this is why I write fiction now--logistically sooo much easier to wrangle words than bodies (though I miss the collaboration!)

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 2d

I LOVE this

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marshalloweenie “mars” 🎃🦑 @yumlavendersoap.bsky.social · 3d

me when I'm twenty-seven minutes, thirty-eight seconds into season two, episode three of critically-acclaimed television series our flag means death

Screencap from season one, episode one, of Pete saying "That's women's work."

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KnivesInFeet @knivesinfeet.bsky.social · 2d

OMG