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Allow me to read you a bedtime story about gay pirates. (Or: I record OFMD podfics.) Some explicit content. Mostly Ed/Stede. This podcast is not monetized.
Please reach out to request a music/sfx free version of any podfic, and I can upload one for you. Gorgeous cover art by Sailor’s Ruin (https://bsky.app/profile/sailorsruin92.bsky.social)
I do occasionally host podfics by other narrators on this stream, be sure to check out the show notes to find their work!
I encourage you to check out the written works to leave kudos and compliments for the authors, who really make the magic happen.
Find me: https://lnk.bio/littlefingies
Allow me to read you a bedtime story about gay pirates. (Or: I record OFMD podfics.) Some explicit content. Mostly Ed/Stede. This podcast is not monetized.
Please reach out to request a music/sfx free version of any podfic, and I can upload one for you. Gorgeous cover art by Sailor’s Ruin (https://bsky.app/profile/sailorsruin92.bsky.social)
I do occasionally host podfics by other narrators on this stream, be sure to check out the show notes to find their work!
I encourage you to check out the written works to leave kudos and compliments for the authors, who really make the magic happen.
Find me: https://lnk.bio/littlefingies
Episodes

Friday May 09, 2025
Cherry by Ingydar
Friday May 09, 2025
Friday May 09, 2025
Cherry by Ingydar
An Our Flag Means Death fanfiction
Read by Littlefingies
Rating: Explicit, no archive warnings apply
Link to original work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59366038
Littlefingies on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/littlefingies/works
OFMD Holestice 2024 collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Holestice2024
Relationship: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Trans Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Free Use, Spanking, the lightest eensiest weensiest bit of exhibitionism
Summary:
Stede should be praised, exalted for his restraint.
Ed is lying on the couch, tummy down, knees bent and legs crossed at the ankles. He’s got a game controller in his hands, big headphones on his head (kitty ears and all), a lollipop in his mouth, lower lip tantalizingly red.
“You fuck,” he grunts into the microphone around the candy, flexing his ankles. “You think you’re carrying?” He yanks it out of his mouth and sets it on the coffee table. “That’s fucking rich.”

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