A few people on AO3 mentioned wanting to donate, so I made a ko-fi. :)
All My AO3 Works (NSFW)
Werewolf / Worgen
The Seed of Change (one-shot that turned into a double-shot. Werewolf smut with a dollop of romance) Male Worgen / Female Reader. NSFW
Orc Stories
An Orc Before Breakfast (one-shot smut fic that turned into a bit of an epic. With tons of smut.) Male Orc / Female Human. NSFW
A Change Of Heart (one-shot smut-fic) Male Orc / Female Reader NSFW
Out of Mana, Out of Hope (ongoing work - romance, action, drama, bits of smut) Male half-Orc / Female Human NSFW
Demons
The Dry Spell (demon-summoning smut-fic - complete) Male Demon / Female Reader NSFW
The Curator and the Daemon (action, adventure, romance, eventual mild smut) Male Demon, Female reader SFW (fluff, but nothing explicit)
Tumblr One-Shots
The Orc and the Cenotaph (one-shot Orctober mini-fic) Male Orc, GN Reader, SFW
Old Rip (Monster Boyf Poll Winner) Male Gargoyle, Female Reader SFW
Poison (one-shot request fic) Male Naga, Female Reader, NSFW
World on Fire (One-shot request fic) Male Fishman, Female Reader, NSFW
The Stone Prison (One-Shot request fic) Male Golem, GN Reader SFW
Small but Mighty (One-shot request fic) Male Orc / Female Human SFW
The Prisoner Beneath (Prize for @lilyshroud) Male Fishman, GN Reader, SFW
To Do List
Hallowe’en threesome (demon, naga, human) for gokyacetakal
Drider & aerial silks for ashtonkingston
Entrance to Hell for gokyacetakal
Lizardman Loses his Tail for Anonymous
Requests
I am open to suggestions and requests. Bear in mind I may not accept all of them, depending on time, inclination and inspiration. :)
I’ve had a few people ask me about gay / trans fiction, and while I’d love to make all my readers happy, I think I’d make a right mess of it. :( Sorry. :(
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It’s Fan Art Friday! Since I’m still salivating over the piece she did last week, I thought it was a good time to revisit this gorgeous illustration @ilustrariane made of Lisette and Gel of my King’s Road Orcs series. Both of their expressions and the use of color in this piece makes it one of my favorite pieces this artist has done of any of my works 💖💖💖
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https://www.instagram.com/p/CDCXVYWnCxQ/?igshid=ofqzq2l5p0s5
A giant orc boyfriend watching his little human carry things around that are almost as big as her without having to ask for help and him just LOVING it Bonus points for praise 😍😍
*Small But Mighty*
Oh dear. I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind, Anonymous, but my brain is just incapable of writing anything that isn’t shrouded in bloody drama. Sorry!
Mostly SFW. Minor warning for butt-grabbing.
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Magroth dropped the huge wooden spike into the post-hole and shoved at it with his full weight, embedding it in the hard-packed earth. The fortifications were progressing, but not quickly enough for his liking and night was fast approaching. When the suns set, they would come. Around him, his fellow escapees hurried about their tasks, digging a trench around the palisade, setting fires to light their arrows, and praying to any and all gods who would listen that they would make it through the night.
This would be their last stand.
He wiped his brow and took a swig from his water skin, nodding approval as each of the spiked posts was positioned, adding another few seconds of life to their defences. He looked then for Seline and found her issuing a string of orders to some of the youngsters. His lips curved into a smile around his jutting tusks on seeing her, his cares momentarily forgotten. Their courtship had been brief but intense, and he had fallen for her when she had bested him in the arena, her victory due in no small part to his being dumbstruck at the sight of her. It was all the motivation he had needed to fight his way to freedom with his feisty little human at his side. Their escape had triggered a revolt marred by carnage and bloodshed, where they slew the creatures who had forced them to fight and die for them. Their former masters would not so easily let go however, and now they ran for their lives from those that remained.
Magroth watched in admiration as Seline strode over to the pile of spiked logs, hefting one onto her strong shoulder and marching it across to its destination, her golden hair bouncing behind her as she walked. He leaned against the post and indulged himself for a moment in the sight of the sleek muscles rolling under her tanned hide, admiring the way she moved with a fighter’s grace, even encumbered with a log that weighed almost as much as she did. He knew better than to offer to help. She did not need him, and she had shoved him aside when he had tried to intervene, insisting his ‘big clodhopping feet’ would only get in the way.
His tiny human turned then and gave him a smile that set his giant heart pumping. He wished they had more time.
“What are you looking at?” she demanded. He could tell from her tone she was flattered at his attention.
Magroth pushed off the post with his shoulder. “Something small but mighty.” He gave her his cheekiest grin as she rested her hands on her hips and glared at him.
Finally they were down to the last few posts. Seline threw hers into the ground and kicked it to check its solidity, breathing hard and perspiring from honest hard work. Magroth lifted the final post with the easy over-the-shoulder motion he had used for all the rest and moments later, it thunked into place. He turned, strode towards Seline, lifted her with the same motion he had used for the posts and loped off towards the inner camp with her draped across his shoulder.
“Magroth! Put me down, I have work to do!”
“Me too,” he agreed, lacing his tone with suggestive glee.
“So put me down, you great oaf!”
Magroth chuckled at the affection in her insult, and turned his head to growl at her over his shoulder. “I’ve spent the last three hours stuffing poles into tight places. It’s giving me ideas.”
She started to berate him and list all the reasons why what he proposed was ill-timed and frivolous, right up until he changed his grip on the back of her thigh, stroking his thick fingers against the curves and valleys at the top of her leg. He let out a low rumble of approval as he moved his hand to rest on her pert cheek, loving the way it fit in his palm, and the way her scent changed as his fingers found purchase around its edge. It always worked. She had no more resistance to his touch than he did to hers. She was right, of course, they had precious little time remaining to shore up their defences, but that made one last tussle together more important than ever. If an orc warrior took the memories of his last day with him to the afterlife, then he wanted his final moments to be spent in the passionate - and surprisingly strong - embrace of his human lover.
They emerged some time later, sweaty but satisfied, and Magroth kissed Seline one final time, not knowing if they would live to see another dawn. He hefted his warhammer and bared his tusks in a roar that told the world that they were small, but they were mighty, and if the Masters defeated them today, it would be a Pyhrric victory.
As death descended on leathern wings, Magroth found he had no regrets. Faced with the choice, he would make the same decision a thousand times over: he would rather die fighting at his ferocious little human’s side than live a single day without her.
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As an utterly random aside, you can thank Machine Head’s Robb Flynn for the name of this story. I was at one of their gigs a few years back when not many people turned up, and he kept yelling at us that we were ‘small but mighty’, and it just stuck with me! XD
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This was one of the first orc sex scenes I ever wrote, and I think it kind of captures the reasons I live for this genre.
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Thalia lost herself in the wonder of the moment. While her human lovers had known how to please her, those experiences paled in comparison. Ulag was huge. She stared in awe at the massive muscles of his shoulders bunching and releasing as they helped propel his thrusts. She could feel the potential for destruction in him; in his weight, in his strength, and see it in his ferocious features. He was a creature bred for death-dealing. Knowing those potent destructive impulses were held in check - barely - for their mating was a heady dose of aphrodisia. Were anything to go wrong, she would be utterly at his mercy, but at that moment in time, she did not give one solitary fuck.
Should have gone to bed by now but wanted to finish this pic first. Ulag from my Orc Before Breakfast fic, this time finally with tattoos and stuff. He looks pissed off because apparently I gave him a girly hairstyle...
Updated this morning to add some scars and sort his earrings out. I’m sure there’s something else I’ve forgotten too...
Tw//mention of rape. I know this is so generalistic of me to say but I have a hate love relationship with orcs. The rape that tends to follow their rep makes it difficult to like them, have sympathy or see them as sympathetic and more so the barbarians many other fantasy civilizations see them as. I am totally aware acts of sexual violence can be committed no matter the race but I've seen so many non-con writings and half orcs ocs who were conceived via rape,I feel guilt liking their species.
I'm actually really glad you raised this, because it feels like the big green elephant in the room.
When I first started looking for orc-based fiction a few years ago, the fics I came across were largely in this vein, and I *hated* them. They usually portrayed a female character entering into sexual slavery / a forced marriage and then inexplicably falling in love with her kidnapper / rapist (Stockholm Syndrome, anyone?). It's the main reason I started writing again - I couldn’t find what I wanted to read.
But you're right in that it is kind of ingrained in certain head-canons - even the WoW Wiki page states that "half-orcs are usually the result of rape", and I completely get where you're coming from.
BUT, I think the creative communities who are generating orc-based content now are moving more in the gentle giant / misunderstood creature direction, and if you look at the Warcraft race arc for orcs, it describes them as being a noble race that was corrupted by a demon, and some even escaped the corruption, so there's definitely scope there for characters you can enjoy guilt-free.
I think my point is that it's up to you what characteristics you decide to associate with them - I'm pretty selective about how I view the orc head-canon. They're a fantasy race and you definitely don't have to follow the idea they're all barbarian thugs. :)
