AU Notes: Helen and Jim didn’t get trampled to death by cows. Jim carried Helen to safety and called an ambulance. They aren’t married, but they are in an open romantic and sexual relationship. This is set in a separate world from the J/J/N/T fics that Frog (@frooogscream.bsky.social) and I write, but Jim has the same personality traits. Modern-Day Izzy has scars and a missing toe from past domestic abuse. He’s trans, and has had several years of HRT and top surgery. We’ll refer to his bottom growth as a c*ck and his vagina as his front hole. He uses a studded strap-on when topping. Val’s using she/her pronouns at the time the story takes place. We’ll refer to her phallus as a clit, her foreskin as a clitoral hood, and her lubed-up anus as a c*nt (Izzy calls it a pretty little wet hole). If anyone wants to change any of these details for their own story, they may! Feel free to use different anatomical terms and add more swears if you like; this is just what I feel comfortable writing. I know, the little asterisks are annoying to some people, but I would feel highly uncomfortable not using them. There are some skipped parts which can be un-skipped in your own story if you wish. I have watched the full episode of Midsomer Murders with Jim, and all of OFMD, but I haven’t watched all of Uncle, or all of Val’s scenes. If I messed something up with Val, please let me know! IDGAF how the characters exist in the same universe/time/place/etc. That’s not important to me! What is important is that they are there and can interact however we want.

Izzy/Val/Jim Part 1/10: Jim has baked a trio of delicious cheesecakes for Val and her daughter, Gwen. He wants to surprise Val with them for International Cheesecake Day, so he doesn’t call ahead of time before driving over. He doesn’t message either, because he knows how much Val hates texting. When Jim knocks on the door, he hears some muffled noises. He waits for a minute to pass in case Val was putting on makeup or one of her lovely outfits, then knocks on the door again. To Jim’s surprise, it’s Izzy who opens the door, and he’s half-naked! He nearly drops the treats in his hands in surprise! Izzy is only wearing a red cotton robe and matching socks. His torso is covered in soft black and silver hair. Two identical scars are barely visible under his broad chest. His hair is slightly mussed, as if he only had time to push it back with his hands before opening the door. Jim tries not to panic or look further down than Izzy’s face, but with the way the older man is looking at him, he can’t maintain eye contact. He moves his gaze around until it settles on the cake boxes. Focusing on the cardboard helps him focus on why he’s here. He swallows and asks, “Hi, can I help you?” “Can you help me? Can I f*cking help you, mate? You’re the one banging on the f*cking door,” Izzy counters, unimpressed. “Yes, you can. Is Val in? I brought presents, and I wanted to surprise her with them.” Izzy narrows his eyes and holds off a few choice words at the younger man’s audacity. He seems to know Val well enough to use her current preferred pronouns, and he looks like he couldn’t hurt a fly. Deeming the shy man harmless enough, he calls for Val.

Izzy/Val/Jim Part 2/10: Val enters the foyer wearing a pair of soft, fluffy pink slippers and a white bathrobe. Her hair is pinned back and she only has lipgloss and black eyeliner on in terms of makeup. She had rushed to get decent after she and Izzy were interrupted, so her face is flushed and she’s breathing heavily. When she reaches the door, she motions for Izzy to scoot over. Izzy goes to the other room and Val takes his spot. Upon seeing Jim she smiles and invites him inside. Jim greets and thanks her as he comes in, blushing hard at seeing Val in such a state. Val closes the door and takes the cake boxes out of his hands so he can remove his shoes. Jim sets his trainers next to Izzy’s pair of black leather boots. “Thank you for the cakes, love. What’s the occasion?” Val asks as she puts the boxes on a coffee table. She sits on the sofa and pats the empty spot next to her. Jim sits down and begins info dumping. Val patiently listens. Izzy is leaning over the boxes for inspection. “It’s International Cheesecake Day, ma’am. I wanted to bake some cheesecake for you and Gwen. You may share it with your bar staff and patrons too, if you like. There’s a Chocolate Truffle, a Strawberry Swirl, and a regular New York Style Vanilla Bean. I didn’t know what flavors you would like best, because if I had asked, it wouldn’t have been a surprise,” Jim keeps talking until Izzy cuts in. “You baked these yourself?” Izzy has opened the box on the top and is looking at the chocolate cheesecake in surprise. There are perfectly parallel chocolate syrup drizzles over expertly-placed chocolate chips. Jim ignores the rude interruption, “Yes, sir. I baked them this morning, let them chill, decorated them, and packed them into boxes. You’ll have to ask permission from Val if you want a slice. They belong to her and Gwen.” “Never f*cking mind, then,” Izzy scoffs. He rolls his eyes and closes the box.

Izzy/Val/Jim Part 3/10: Val turns to Izzy, “Don’t be like that, you can have a piece. Jim, please get us some plates and silverware. Izzy and I will take these out of their boxes while we wait.” “Yes, ma’am,” Jim goes to Val’s kitchen. A moment of silence passes before Val and Izzy get the desserts ready, then Val speaks. Izzy knew she would have something to say about his attitude. Val gets right to the point, “He’s a gentleman, but he’s not incompetent. I know that’s what you were thinking.” Izzy makes a face, but doesn’t argue. Val continues speaking, “He’s got great attention to detail. It’s one of his best traits.” “Hmm,” Izzy can agree with her on that. The cheesecakes look and smell incredible! “He’s skilled in the sack too,” Val grins. That got Izzy’s attention! His hands freeze and he looks at Val in shock, “F*ck off. Him? I don’t believe it.” Val nods and grins wider. “F*ck… Fine. I’ll bite.” “You won’t regret it,” Val promises. Jim returns with two sets of plates, forks, and knives. He sets them on the coffee table, then asks which cake he should cut into first. Val asks for a slice of the Strawberry Swirl. Izzy wants a piece of the Chocolate Truffle.

We didn’t have Canyon Cheesecake Week this year, so here’s some Izzy Hands/Val Pearson/Jim Caxton smut for Izzy Steps On Day instead (cheesecake included)!

It’s not very descriptive, or good, but I enjoyed writing it!

Don’t like? Don’t read! Don’t show Con either!

#nsfw #ofmdnsfw #izzystepson

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Thank you to everyone who participated for a wonderful #IzzyStepsOn! We got off to a bit of a late start today, so if you still have something to post, feel free to keep creating and sharing!

for #IzzyStepsOn

Title: Step
Fandom: #ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath
Characters: Izzy, Jack
Word Count: 100
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Preseries
Summary: Izzy gives Jack what he wants.

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Izzy stomping on Stede's balls as punishment. But Stede is an untrainable pervert and likes it, poor Izzy, his life is too hard.

Super quick doodle for #IzzyStepsOn

The bedroom from the fancy hobbit house I was inspired by. The link to see it is here: https://mymodernmet.com/real-hobbit-house/. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 17: Izzy quickly turns his head to see a younger hobbit standing in the hallway. Both of their eyes and mouths are wide open in shock. The orc’s brain reboots and he snarls. The hobbit blinks and steps back in fear, but doesn’t leave. Thinking (very poorly) on his feet, Izzy jumps from the bed to scurry to the window and leave, completely naked and unarmed. Lucius shakes his head to clear it and goes to untie his neighbor’s arms. When Stede asks how he had gotten inside, Lucius explains, “I found your spare key under a flowerpot and wanted to check on you. I heard ghastly noises from next door and thought an army of goblins had broken in.” “No, just one very… naked… orc,” Stede blushes and unties his legs. He covers his naked body with the quilt from the floor and wipes his sticky face with one of its corners. He doesn’t care for Lucius’s curious and not-as-horrified-as-he-should-be expression. “Is there something I should know, Mr. Bonnet? The orc seemed to be on very friendly terms with you.” Stede guffaws dramatically and tries to keep his voice steady, “No! The fiend broke in and had his way with me!” “His? Hmm,” Lucius pauses to think before continuing, “Ok. Would it be weird if I was, like, suddenly into an orc?” Stede gapes wordlessly at Lucius, as if he weren’t also “into an orc.” The two hobbits stare at one another for a moment, then Stede sighs in resignation. There really isn’t any point to hide his secret from Lucius. He would have found out about Izzy eventually. “Wait, Mr. Bonnet, you’ve got scratches on you, right? Where do you keep your medicine and stuff?” Lucius asks. “The bathroom, next door down,” Stede croaks out. He looks down at his belly and gulps. The marks are already becoming deep, black scars. He doubts his kit has any medicine to treat this sort of wound.

Black trousers with a button-up front worn by a person without shoes or socks. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 18: Lucius brings the medicine kit to Stede. He makes a pot of herbal tea while the older hobbit cleans himself up and wraps a bandage around his middle. As the tea steeps, Lucius thinks about the orc. He’d never seen one before. Aren’t they supposed to be scary? Maybe that one was just an attractive outlier. He definitely wants to sketch him! Said orc is currently outside, pitching a fit. Izzy curses his stupid f*cking body! He curses his stupid f*cking decision to leave nude! He curses the entire stupid f*cking Hobbit race! Why did he run away instead of killing both halflings? Izzy growls in frustration. If the other Shire-rat had minded his own f*cking business, he would’ve been able to finish his revenge. Now he has no weapons, armor, or warm meal! “Focus,” he tries telling himself. First, he needs to cover his body, then find something to fight with. He looks around. There’s a clothesline in the yard to his right. He sneaks over to take a closer look. Unfortunately, everything is obviously Hobbit-sized, so hardly anything will fit. He tears the sleeves off of a shirt and puts it on. He can only button it down enough to cover his neck, because he needs more space around his chest. He thinks, “This must’ve belonged to a thin hobbit.” For once in his life, Izzy’s glad to have a flat rear. He finds a pair of trousers large enough to fit his waist, even though they don’t reach past his knees. On a hobbit, it would reach their ankles. If he weren’t already used to walking around barefoot, he’d be disappointed to see no socks or shoes around. Izzy looks for anything that resembles a sword, but sees nothing. The only blades around would be in a kitchen. He makes a quiet huff before going to a garden. There are different tools there, but he won’t be able to carry them all, so he picks out a shovel and a trowel (no, he doesn’t want the hoe).

A dirty garden trowel in a shallow hole in the ground. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 19: The orc is very unhappy with his soft, hairy belly being exposed. The tools don’t feel right in his hands. He tries to reason with his brain, “This is better than nothing,” but everything is just wrong! Izzy only has a moment to berate himself again before he sees the guard with the lantern down the path. He quickly and quietly makes his way to the river. He spends the rest of his night sneaking to the cave. It’s not like he can do much until the next night anyway. When the exhausted orc reaches the cave entrance, the Warg sniffs him in curiosity. It can smell the hobbit’s scent on him. Perhaps even in him, if the halfling didn’t clean his hole completely. The change of clothes must be confusing to the Warg as well. Izzy manages to shoot a tired glare in the creature’s general direction before settling down on his pile of stolen furs. He hears the calls of early-morning birds echoing from the cave entrance. The sun must be rising. How is Izzy supposed to get his things back? Surely the hobbits would alert the guards to confiscate them, or they would destroy them. Upset, hungry, exhausted, and feeling oh-so-very alone, Izzy cries himself to sleep. The Warg listens and watches in pity. Izzy and the Warg will have to leave before a full search party is rounded up, but for now, the orc needs rest. He can’t travel in his current condition. When night comes, Izzy eats and packs up what little things he has left and rides the Warg back to the orc hideout. Izzy thinks of the journey ahead and shudders. He isn’t looking forward to the ridicule from the other orcs there, and Blackmaw is definitely not going to be pleased with his appearance. No armor? No weapons? Izzy’s definitely going to be punished in a way he won’t like. The end, for now! I really hope somebody enjoyed this! I have a third part mostly typed out, and I am planning on making a fourth! Maybe more!

Lucius sees the aftermath of Izzy’s sexual revenge. He unties and talks to Stede after Izzy escapes. Izzy must find new clothes and weapons.

CW: Hobbit Cis!Stede, Orc Trans!Izzy, Hobbit!Lucius, Middle Earth Racism, Theft, Scarf Bondage, Scars, Crying

#nsfw #stizzy #lupete #ofmdnsfw #izzystepson

A sign in New Zealand’s Hobbit Village that says “East Farthing” and “West Farthing.” Photo credit goes to Douglas Steblia. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 13: Non-obligatory journey description here: It takes only half the night for the Warg to carry Izzy to his previous camp. They stopped twice for water and rest. Upon reaching their destination, the Warg sniffs the ground and growls. Izzy dismounts and inspects the area. He growls too; there are horse tracks and boot-prints. Someone was here! Izzy follows a set of tracks to the bushes where the hobbit threw his weapons. Unfortunately, he doesn’t find them. He heads to the tree where he was chained (and humiliated), and the chains have disappeared too. The orc curses and stomps empty-handed back to the Warg. He doesn’t even have the handkerchief for the beast to smell. At least if they knew the Shire-rat’s scent, they could track it, but there are too many different scents for them to focus on. It’s two hours until sunrise, so Izzy gets back on the Warg and rides it to a safe, shaded area for the day. The Warg snorts at Izzy’s attempt to feed it strips of bland dried meat. It hunts a wild rabbit to eat instead (and doesn’t share). They sleep through the remaining daylight hours. When night falls, Izzy rides the Warg to the Brandywine River. The creature balks at first, but eventually swims across it. They couldn’t risk crossing the highly-guarded Brandywine Bridge. Over the next few nights, Izzy interrogates (and robs) every traveling hobbit merchant on their way out of Whitfurrows, asking for the whereabouts of a fair-haired ponce with the initials ‘S. B.’ One hobbit gives up the name and location of “Stede Bonnet,” a bachelor in Hobbiton. Izzy snickers at the silly name, forces the frightened halfling to draw directions on a map, steals his food and money, and sends him on his way. The hobbit is confused, but happy to leave unharmed. With a name and destination, Izzy rides the Warg to Hobbiton.

Suicide Cave Winnats near Castleton, England. Image from https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/3942123. Photo credit goes to Brian Frost. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 14: Izzy and the Warg follow a similar path to the one the elves took, but travel along the riverbank instead of the roads. They find a cave at the bottom of a grassy hill. After investigating it, Izzy deems it safe to stay in. The cave is far enough from the river to not be wet, and deep enough to hide from direct sunlight, but there is a general sense of unease that keeps the animals away. The Warg stays close to the entrance. “Fine, you can guard the f*ckin’ place,” Izzy grumbles. If the beast didn’t want to go further inside, that wasn’t his f*ckin’ problem. The Warg snorts and takes a nap, quite sure that nothing would bother them. “Lazy f*cker,” Izzy huffs, setting up a small sleeping area with furs he stole from the merchants. He eats the last bits of seasoned chicken and sleeps the day away. Lazy f*cker. No more than two miles away, Stede is enjoying fried apples and rose tea. He had just finished a shopping trip for food and general goods. He stopped at his favorite clothing shop and bought several silk scarves, mostly in fuchsia, gold, blue, orange, and green colors. His favorite is a scarf of black, white, and blue. It reminds him of a certain orc, in a way. After the hobbit finishes his supper, he takes a hot bath. All of that walking made his feet ache. Perhaps he should purchase a pony for himself. A local stable had a lovely stallion named ‘Arthur’ the last time he visited. Perhaps he’s still there! Stede finishes his bath, dries off, puts on a fluffy green robe, drains the tub, and goes to his bedroom. He removes his robe and hangs it on a rack in his closet. He decides that no, he isn’t in the mood to get fully dressed, so he crawls into bed fully naked. He looks at the scarves and handkerchief on his shelf, smiles, blows out the candle, crawls under the quilt, and sleeps.

A PNG of a black, white, and blue scarf. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 15: Izzy finds his way to Stede Bonnet’s home, avoiding a guard with a lantern, who ought to be fired for how easily the orc was able to sneak by. He sees an open window and crawls inside. What appears to be a bedroom is warm, clean, and full of books and pictures. The orc sees the familiar golden head of hair and his heart skips a beat. He strips out of his furs and leathers to keep from making any noise. He places his weapons on top of them, confident enough that he won’t need them. Izzy approaches the bed and gently pulls the quilt away. He nearly drools at the sight in front of him; the sweet little halfling is already naked! Izzy uses the numerous scarves he finds to tie the hobbit’s arms and legs to the bedposts (he’s only a little curious about why there were so many out in the open). “Death is too quick! Too easy,” Izzy thinks. Now that he’s here, he wants to play with his prey! It’d be a shame not to have fun with his food! Upon seeing the handkerchief on the shelf, Izzy grabs it and stuffs it into Stede’s mouth. The rough handling finally wakes the hobbit up to the most wonderful nightmare he’s ever had! The orc crawls over Stede. He steps on Stede’s chest with his left foot and hisses, “Stede F*cking Bonnet, tonight is the night you f*cking die, and I will make you f*cking suffer!” Stede whimpers in fear and arousal. Izzy moves his foot, grabs Stede’s rising 5.5” (~14 cm) penis and strokes it. When it’s fully erect, Izzy ties a scarf around the base. “Let’s see how you f*ckin’ like it, you little twat!” Izzy rides Stede fast and hard. He’s wet enough that it doesn’t hurt. He climaxes this way twice, but is still needy. Izzy goes to Stede’s big, hairy right foot next. He puts his clit between two of the toes. His clitoral hood piercing gets caught on one, giving it a tug every time he thrusts. He humps the hobbit’s foot until he reaches another orgasm and shouts.

A PNG of a black “X” in a scratch-mark style. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 16: Not yet satisfied, Izzy rides Stede’s penis again. He grinds slowly this time. The hobbit loses his mind from the pleasurable torture. Izzy chuckles at how Stede’s hips are trying to buck up. He removes the scarf from the base of Stede’s shaft and lets him ejaculate inside his hole. The muffled cries from the halfling below him are like music to his ears. As the last spurts of semen fill Izzy, he scratches an “X” into the left side of Stede’s soft belly. It’s enough to pierce the skin, but not bleed. Stede is too dazed to notice yet. Izzy gets up, hovers his hips over Stede’s face, removes the ruined handkerchief from his mouth, and grips the soft golden curls in his left hand. He snarls, “Clean up your mess, and don’t even think about using teeth.” Stede immediately gets to work using his tongue to lick the orc’s hole clean. If he were a younger hobbit, he’d be erect again. Who knew tasting one’s own ejaculate could be so arousing? When Stede has finished cleaning his hole, Izzy situates his hips lower so the hobbit can reach his throbbing clit. He uses his right hand to play with the ring above it. Stede licks the hard growth’s underside a bit before suckling hard on the tip. Above him, Izzy hisses. The overstimulation stings, but he needs to prove a point, “More! Yes! Keep doing that with your tongue, yes! Oh fu-” Izzy throws back his head and howls, squirting all over Stede’s face. Stede moans too, delighting in the feeling of satisfaction from satisfying the orc. The hot spray of liquid dribbles to a stop and he blinks the moisture from his eyes, but all he can see from this angle is the orc’s twitching thighs and heaving chest. When Izzy stops reeling from the aftermath, he lifts himself up and falls back onto the bed, purring and content. Revenge has never felt this good. The moment is broken by a soft voice in the doorway, “What is even happening right now?”

Izzy finds and steps on Stede!

CW: Hobbit Cis!Stede, Orc Trans!Izzy, Middle Earth Racism, Interrogations, Theft, Body Piercings, Foot Kink, Dub-Con, Scarf Bondage, Cloth Gag, Interspecies PIV & Oral Revenge Sex, Humping, Delayed Orgasm, Squirting, Scratching

#nsfw #stizzy #ofmdnsfw #izzystepson

I like this weaponry for Pete because I think he’d enjoy its versatility. The axe can also be used as a hammer and a ‘bat.’ The art is from WETA Workshop and can be found here: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/pin-en-middleearth--302937512415018493/. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 9: *Cut to the next part, where Stede, Lucius, and Pete are enjoying the mushroom stew in Stede’s dining room.* “This is so good, Mr. Stede!” Pete exclaims. “Why, thank you, Pete! I’m glad it’s to your liking,” Stede smiles. “It really is! I’ve never had this stuff before, so I don’t really have anything to compare it to, but I just know it’s the best in the whole world,” the dwarf continues, unaware if he’s making a fool of himself or not. Stede blinks at the half-compliment, but gives Pete the benefit of the doubt. Lucius offers Stede an apologetic smile and says, “It is lovely, Mr. Bonnet. Thank you again for inviting us.” “Oh, it’s no trouble! I enjoy your company,” Stede honestly replies. “And what of the company of elves? What was all that about?” Lucius smirks. Stede’s relieved that he thought up a response earlier. He knew the younger hobbit would ask for gossip. He confidently states, “They were returning some items I had lost in the Old Forest. After finding the mushrooms, I left them behind in my excitement.” “What sort of items?” Pete inquires. Lucius nudges his foot against his lover’s boot and gives him a look. Stede waves his hand, “Oh, just a snack on a handkerchief. Nothing of dire importance.” “Are you sure? Snacks are kinda a big deal for you guys, right?” Pete receives another nudge and exasperated look from Lucius. “It’s fine, Lucius, stop kicking him,” Stede rolls his eyes. He continues talking to Pete, “I suppose you’re right, what with us having six meals a day. It just slipped my mind completely that I left anything behind. Lucky they came around, really. I like that handkerchief.” “Yeah… Lucky,” Pete fails to hide his disdain for elves.

An Exmoor Pony with a bridle and golden chain. This one has kind eyes. Since hobbits are much like countryside Brits, a pony breed from the British Isles suits them. The photo has a watermark from Dreamstime. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 10: Lucius changes the topic, “So, did you meet anyone interesting on your journey?” Stede hadn’t prepared for this sort of question! He blushes and stammers, “Oh, erm. No, not really.” Pete and Lucius give one another a knowing look and chuckle. “Spill it, Mr. Bonnet,” Lucius demands. “I really can’t say I noticed anybody of importance in the forest. It was just me and the animals. Anyway, it looks as if your bowls are empty. Would either of you care for more stew, or will you be on your way?” Stede fidgets in his seat. “I think we’ll just be going, Mr. Bonnet. We have ‘errands’ at home,” Lucius sees his neighbor’s discomfort and lets him off the hook for now. Pete tunes in to the word “errands” as code for something else entirely. He politely says, “Yeah. Thanks again for having us over, Mr. Stede! Let us know if there’s anything you need later.” “Alright then. Have a lovely afternoon, you two,” Stede gathers the empty bowls. Lucius and Pete bid their neighbor ‘goodbye’ and leave through the front door. Stede does the dishes and goes outside to sit in his garden with a book. Reading takes his mind off of things for a while. Later that evening, he sees Pete on his and Lucius’s brown pony. He thinks, “The dwarf must be on watch tonight. I wonder if Izzy has someone watching over him.” Unable to focus on his book anymore, Stede leaves the garden. He slots the book into its place in his library and makes a cup of tea. He’s out of biscuits and ingredients to bake them, so he makes a note to go shopping later. He dines on the last of the mushrooms in salads for both dinner and supper. As Stede gets ready for bed, his thoughts return to the orc. He sleeps peacefully, dreaming of being held by strong arms again.

Tomnadashan Copper Mine. Photo credit goes to Alex Dainty. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 11: Deep in the Old Forest, ten leagues from Bree, an orc and his former Captain are cleaning their furs and leathers. They don’t speak to one another like they used to in their youth. Izzy wishes Blackmaw would say something to break the silence. He’s tried to start conversations since the two of them arrived in the orc hideout, but the other orc ignores him or dismisses his words immediately. He occasionally feels the urge to yell at Blackmaw, but pushes it down to keep from losing any other toes. That day, they eat dried venison and old bread. Izzy thinks of the delicious meats and cheeses he nicked from a traveler last week. A night before that, he was enjoying a glazed ham. He sighs and tries to imagine his deer with more salt. Izzy doesn’t want to fight for scraps anymore, and he knows that Blackmaw doesn’t either. Being independent troublemakers was always more of their style. The higher-ups were adamant, though; they needed strong, influential leaders for their pillaging, so Blackmaw had to serve. Izzy cursed and raged when he was deemed “not good enough” and left behind. His lack of creativity and leadership skills hadn’t been a problem in the past, and his small stature had been overlooked by anyone who witnessed his admirable swordplay, but times were changing. Even Blackmaw had changed. As the small orc gets into his straw cot later, he thinks of the sounds of the Brandywine River. He remembers the hoots of owls and songs of crickets. The underground tunnels don’t allow for noise to come in or out. He wonders if Blackmaw (who is sleeping in another tunnel) is sleeping well, then he wonders if the hobbit is sleeping well. Wait… What? Why should he care if the soft Shire-rat is resting in a soft bed, surrounded by soft sheets, with a soft expression on his soft face? Does the ponce even cover his big, furry feet, or does he keep them bared to the world?

Three different Wargs from LOTR, The Hobbit, and ROP. Choose your favorite! ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 12: Izzy tries his best to focus on sleep rather than a sleeping halfling, but it’s no use! Every time he closes his eyes, there he is, standing above him with the glowing Elvish blade to Izzy’s throat! The orc’s heart beats faster and his hole gets wetter. He can feel his erection twitch and throb. “F*ck it,” Izzy thinks, “I need this.” He takes off his glove and sets it aside. He puts his right hand between his legs and plays with himself. He lets his left hand roam, pulling and teasing the various piercings through his body. The goal he sets is to finish quickly and without a mess, so he lets himself remember how hot, filthy, and used he felt that night. It helps, but what really speeds things up is when he remembers how the halfling put his feet on him. He angrily wonders, “F*ck, which of the Valar* do I have to curse for creating Hobbits in the first place?” Izzy circles the rim of his front hole, imagining the tip of a hard phallus teasing him. He climaxes without putting in a finger, much too empty for his liking, but he’s still sore from Blackmaw’s rough treatment three days ago. When the frustrated orc sleeps that day, his dreams are filled with images of the blonde halfling, naked in a warm bed and surrounded by delicious food. If he has to wake up to masturbate again, that’s his business! At sundown, he takes his leave on a Warg from the community pack. He doesn’t think that Blackmaw believed his excuse, “I need my own weapons back, Captain,” but the other orc let him leave. It was only a half-lie, though; he did prefer his own sword to the rubbish made by the younger, less experienced orcs. He’ll look for his stuff on the way to wherever the so-called Gentlehobbit sleeps. *Hobbits actually branched off from the race of Men. Eru Ilúvatar is the one who created Men, so Izzy would be cursing the Valar for no reason. He’s not very bright.

Lucius and Pete visit Stede.

Izzy is frustrated.

CW: Hobbit Cis!Stede, Orc Trans!Izzy, Orc Cis!Blackbeard, Hobbit!Lucius, Dwarf!Pete, Middle Earth Racism, Interspecies Relationships & Sex, Pining, Foot Kink, Masturbation, Body Piercings

#nsfw #stizzy #blackhands #lupete #ofmdnsfw #izzystepson

A family-tree style chart showing the different types of Elves in J.R.R. Tolkien’s lore. There are many other types of charts, but I personally prefer this one because of the smaller details. Prince Ricky lives as a Tawarwaith AKA Silvan Elf (Wood Elf), but is a descendant of Falmari Elves (Sea-Elves). ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 5: A few hours after dawn, a squad of Wood Elves on horseback happens upon orc tracks (Izzy was barefoot and has only nine toes). They had journeyed from the Greenwood (it’s later called Mirkwood in The Hobbit and LOTR) to Imladris (Rivendell), but left westward. The leader, Prince Ricky, had grown weary of his visit to the Nandor Elves living there. Ricky sighs in exasperation when one of his squad point out the tracks. He wishes to visit the Gray Havens, but it will have to wait. He dismounts from his horse and takes a look for himself. Sure enough, orc tracks are scattered across the ground. They follow the trail into the forest. The trail ends in a small clearing where they see a tree with low branches, five chains with cuffs, thick sticks, a moldy scone, a dirty handkerchief, hobbit tracks, and signs of scuffles. The foliage, dirt, and rocks are disturbed, but there is no blood around. Their weapons aren’t glowing blue, so any orcs are gone now. “What happened here?” Ricky wonders. He calls over an elf guard to take a look, and they recognize the scone as hobbit cuisine. They pick up the filthy fabric and see the initials ‘S. B.’ in blue thread. Ricky tells them to wrap the scone in the handkerchief and put it in his horse’s saddle bag, then clean their hands, and they do. He looks around the area a bit longer and finds hidden weapons in the surrounding bushes. All of them were well-maintained by a rather skilled orc. Ricky stashes the weapons and chains in his horse’s pack and tells the others that they were now going to The Shire to find out who the handkerchief’s owner was. They could get a lead on the orcs from there.

A Mirkwood Infantry Sword by United Cutlery. Even though Ricky is an elf prince, he is unskilled in battle and only carries the sword for looks. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 6: Non-obligatory journey description here: the Wood Elves cross the Brandywine Bridge into the East Farthing before nightfall. They ask around Whitfurrows for a hobbit with the initials ‘S. B.’ with no luck. An innkeeper tells them that their best bet would be to continue west. The squad stay at the inn, but the beds are too small! They push the beds together, but even then, they have to lay across them sideways, and only four of their group of seven fit. They reach Frogmorton the next day. A friendly hobbit farmer tells them that the only “B” families with “S” first names would be in Hobbiton, and as long as they stay on the Great East Road, they’ll be fine. He doesn’t mention, however, that there are forks in the road. Luckily, the elf squad chose the center road in the first fork and the right road in the second fork to reach Bywater. A hobbit merchant gives them the location of Stede Bonnet in Hobbiton (after they purchase three dozen decorative hair curlers they’ll never use). Ricky has to keep from laughing at the “horse hat” name. “Hobbits are funny creatures,” he rudely thinks. The squad stay the night at another inn, but ask for more rooms. They’ll visit Mr. Bonnet tomorrow. At the same time, the gentlehobbit himself is feasting on a delicious cheese-fondue-stuffed-roasted-pumpkin that his neighbors Lucius and Pete made him as a welcome-home treat. He’s happily dipping bread into the fondue and thinking about giving them both large bowls of the stew he’ll make with his newly-acquired large porcini mushrooms. The odd couple both kept their eyes on his home and tended his garden while he was away, so it’s only fair to reward their kindness. Stede was one of the only people who accepted Lucius’s relationship with Pete, a rather short, bald dwarf from the Blue Mountains.

Cheese Fondue Stuffed Roasted Pumpkin. Baguette slices surround it. The recipe is here: http://the-cooking-of-joy.blogspot.com/2013/11/cheese-fondue-stuffed-roasted-pumpkin.html. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 7: When Stede finishes his meal, he washes the dishes and gets ready for bed. He’s had a long week full of adventure! He knows he can’t tell every detail of it to anyone, of course! Even open-minded Lucius and Pete would be horrified by the idea of intimacy with an orc! “Well, it wasn’t under the best circumstances either. They don’t need to know about that,” Stede thinks to himself as he gets comfortable in his duck-feather bed. He has thought about Izzy quite often since that night. How could he not? The orc was hunky! Stede may be exhausted from the journey, but he’s still restless. He tosses and turns, thoughts of Izzy going through his head. The handsome orc’s gruff voice and responsive body won’t leave his mind. He fears he can’t sleep when he’s aroused, so he touches himself. He imagines different scenarios he could have had with Izzy in another situation. Maybe Izzy would have eaten him, but in a different way. Perhaps the orc would have fallen in love with him. Stede orgasms into his fist, imagining it as a warm mouth with a black tongue. The white drops scatter across his chest and belly. He waits for his heart to settle down before cleaning himself with a handkerchief from the bedside shelf. He drops it to the floor, knowing he’ll have to tidy up tomorrow. Lucius and Pete won’t be entering his bedroom, but Stede still wants every room in his home to be clean anyway! Stede sleeps and dreams of Izzy. When he wakes up, he stretches, makes a pot of tea, and has a quick breakfast of week-old biscuits, cheese, and strawberry jam from his larder. He wonders, “Would Izzy like tea?” After breakfast, he gets to work making his home presentable for his guests. He skips second breakfast to wash his clothes and the handkerchief from his bedroom.

A kitchen with an old-timey style. It’s from the fancy hobbit house I was inspired by. The link to see it is here: https://mymodernmet.com/real-hobbit-house/. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 8: Before luncheon arrives, Stede has finished his cleaning enough to be comfortable. He gets to work on his mushroom stew. When the mushrooms are cleaned, sliced, and put into the pan to sauté, Stede hears a knock on his door. He removes the pan from the heat and blows the oven’s fire out. He wasn’t expecting his neighbors until later. There’s another knock on the door and he rushes to answer it. Unexpectedly, there are seven Wood Elves standing outside his door! He smiles politely, bows, and greets them, “Good day, all! How may I help you?” The blonde elf in the middle smirks, “Good day to you too, Mr. Bonnet. We wanted to ask if you’d had any encounters with orcs recently.” Stede tries his best to not let his anxiety show on his face, “No, sorry, I’m afraid I don’t mingle with any foul creatures.” “Really? That’s quite interesting, considering we found some items of yours in the forest.” “Items? I’m not sure I’m following.” The elf removes a filthy handkerchief covering a moldy strawberry scone from a sack strapped to his hip. Stede definitely remembers those! “Oh, those! I must’ve forgotten them in the forest! Silly me! I don’t know about any orcs, though!” “Hmm. Well, in any case, please be more mindful with your belongings in the future, Mr. Bonnet. We’d hate for you to be in any trouble,” the elf eyes him suspiciously and hands over the dirty fabric and food. Stede tries not to grimace. He doesn’t want the nasty handkerchief or old food, but it would be rude to not accept anything from an elf. “Thank you! I appreciate that,” Stede lies. He bows and bids them all farewell. They take their leave and Stede closes the door. He hides the evidence of his shame in his bedroom closet and gets back to his cooking (after scrubbing his hands clean three times).

Wood Elves find orc tracks that lead into the Old Forest.

Stede enjoys his night back home. He gets visitors the next day.

CW: Hobbit Cis!Stede, Orc Trans!Izzy, Elf!Prince Ricky, Middle Earth Racism, Interspecies Relationships, Pining, Masturbation

#nsfw #stizzy #lupete #ofmdnsfw #izzystepson

A statuette of the Watcher in the Water from LOTR: FOTR by WETA Studios. ~~~ Note: Reading the main story of the first part is practically required. You can use different anatomical terms and add plenty of swears if you like. This is just my personal style of writing. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 1: Izzy wakes up to someone shaking his arm. It’s still night, so he must’ve only been asleep for half an hour. He groans at the unpleasant feeling of cold fluid between his legs. A gruff voice asks, “Sleep well, then?” “Huh? What…” Izzy blinks and gasps upon seeing a familiar face: Blackmaw! The orc Captain is wearing armored leathers and furs like Izzy’s, but with only one sleeve and short leggings. There are different tattoos* and piercings on his body. He’s let his black beard grow longer than most orcs would consider practical around his mouth, hence the name, “Blackmaw.” There are leather straps and metal bits around his left knee (like a brace). Izzy starts to panic. He checks his surroundings, but doesn’t see anyone else. The hobbit must’ve unchained him and left after having his fun! Thankfully, his furs and leathers cover his nude body. He tries to explain, “Captain, I… I was just resting after a meal, and I got sweaty!” “No worries, Uzze. Relax,” Blackmaw is munching on a dirty strawberry scone from the pile next to Izzy’s head, “I hope you weren’t planning on eating any of these. They’re mine now.” “No, Captain, help yourself, and my name’s ‘Izzy’ now.” “Izzy. Hm. Alright then,” Blackmaw continues to eat until there is only one scone left. He takes a white handkerchief from his sleeve. ’S. B.’ is embroidered on it in blue thread. He shows it to Izzy, “This was on your face.” “It’s not mine, Captain,” Izzy honestly replies. “I know. It’s a fine thing. You don’t wear fine things. Where’d it come from?” *Instead of nautical themes, Blackmaw’s tattoos have Wargs, Fell Beasts, the Watcher in the Water, and words in Orcish or Black Speech.

A statuette of a Fell Beast (and Ringwraith) from LOTR: ROTK by WETA Studios. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 2: Izzy stalls for a moment. He’s not very creative, but he has to think of something, and quick! Blackmaw’s brows raise in impatience. Izzy blurts out, “I… I ate him. The guy who had it, Captain.” Blackbeard stares at him for a moment before bringing the handkerchief to his face and smelling it. “Who was this ‘S. B.’ guy anyway? He must’ve been a real good meal if you conked out after.” “Yeah. Yeah, he was,” Izzy doesn’t know how to explain that the cloth came from a hobbit, or that the hobbit took him by surprise. Blackmaw squints his eyes at Izzy and looks back at the handkerchief. He calmly states, “You’re lying to me.” “No, Captain! I-“ “I saw your sloppy hole when I checked you for wounds earlier. Someone got you all red out back and stuffed you full in front, yeah? Anything to say about that?” “Captain, it wasn’t like that!” Blackmaw looks at Izzy and shakes the white fabric, “Orcs don’t carry things like this around. Was he one of the Men from the East? You get bored of your own kind and find a Man who didn’t care what he used for a warm hole?” Izzy feels the shame hitting him like an avalanche. He bows his head in submission, “Captain, forgive me.” “I’ll think about it,” Blackmaw says. He moves the chains aside, then grabs the end of the furs covering Izzy’s crotch and pulls hard. Izzy quickly puts his gloved hand over his groin. His clit is stimulated by the warm, smooth leather against it, and it twitches. The emerald ring pierced horizontally through the clitoral hood pokes his palm. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. Move your hand,” Blackmaw commands. Izzy slowly moves his hand away. The friction makes him shiver and harden further. He avoids his Captain’s gaze. “Disgusting. Didn’t even clean up his mess,” Blackmaw hisses and scrunches his nose. “No, Captain,” Izzy doesn’t know if Blackmaw’s referring to him or not.

Orc Berserk Concept Art by Nick Keller via Weta Workshop. The image is from https://www.artstation.com/artwork/JkyKZ. This is what Blackmaw wears, but with an armored left sleeve and fingerless gloves. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 3: “Nothing for it then. It has to go,” Blackmaw holds Izzy’s small hips down and starts licking out the semen. He spits it out on the ground, as if it personally offends him. Izzy tries to move his hand over of his crotch again, but Blackmaw’s head is in the way, “Wait! Wait, Captain, don’t-“ “Don’t what? Clean up the mess? I don’t want it there when I go in,” Blackmaw only lifts up his head for a moment before licking Izzy clean again. Izzy doesn’t know what to do or say! On one hand, he’s disgusted and ashamed that his former Captain thinks he willingly debased himself. On the other, he’s more than happy to let Blackmaw use his body for his own pleasure. He opts to just enjoy the moment while it lasts. “Thank… Thank you, Captain! Oh, f*ck yes, Captain, I’ve missed you so f*ckin’ much,” Izzy grunts and keeps his hips down. He doesn’t want to buck them and cause Blackmaw to stop. It’s been so long since he’s had anyone’s mouth between his legs. “Stop clenching! You’ll make the mess worse!” Blackmaw growls. He only focuses on the hole, because that’s where the “mess” is. Izzy wishes he would move his tongue to his engorged clit, but he knows better than to ask. When Blackmaw deems Izzy’s hole clean, he spits the last bit of semen out and commands him to keep his legs open, and Izzy does. Blackmaw removes the boots, furs, and leathers from his legs and throws them backwards. Izzy sees his Captain’s erect shaft* and full testicles and his breath catches in his throat. He thinks, “Yes! Please, yes! Blackmaw wants me to be of service again!” *Blackmaw’s long but very thin penis is 8.5” (~21.6 cm). “It’s made for business, not pleasure,” he used to say in his youth. Now that he’s a feared leader, nobody questions his girth.

An orc from LOTR: ROTK. This is the black skin color we’re using for the orcs. ~~~ Orc/Hobbit Sequel Part 4: “You want this?” Blackmaw already knows the answer. “Yes, Captain! Please fu-” “Be quiet! This isn’t a treat. I’m reminding you of your place.” Izzy’s happy expression falls and he has to focus on not whimpering. Why couldn’t he please his Captain? Blackmaw spits on Izzy’s hole, gets into position, and thrusts in. He didn’t take the time to stretch Izzy or apply any spit to his penis, so it hurts. The leftover saliva from his Captain cleaning him mixed with his own natural lubrication only helped a little. In the back of his mind, Izzy hoped that he was still open enough from the hobbit pounding into him earlier, but he wasn’t. Blackmaw doesn’t have the hobbit’s girth, but he has a lot more length. The tip of his penis bumps against Izzy’s cervix. Izzy breathes deeply through the pain. It’s almost unbearable, even for him. The minutes feel like hours before his Captain groans and orgasms. The rush of hot fluid is a relief, and Izzy sighs as Blackmaw pulls out. Blackmaw wipes Izzy’s sore, puffy hole with the handkerchief. He throws it on the dirt and puts his furs and leathers on. He adjusts the brace while Izzy gets dressed too. Izzy feels dirty all over. He wants to go to the river and clean himself of the filth from this entire night. He isn’t bleeding, but he’s going to be limping for a while. Blackmaw picks up the filthy handkerchief and stuffs it into Izzy’s bare hand. Izzy stares at it for a moment before spitting on it and letting it slip from his fingers. It slowly falls to the ground next to the chains and dirty scone. He angrily steps on it, then wipes his hand on his already disgusting clothes and looks at the sky. Dawn will break soon. “C’mon. Leave your sh!t behind. We’ll get a real meal,” Blackmaw says. He turns to head towards the local orc hideout. He doesn’t need to see Izzy to know that he’s following close behind.

Izzy is woken before sunrise by somebody he has not seen in years.

CW: Hobbit Cis!Stede, Orc Trans!Izzy, Orc Cis!Blackbeard, Shame, Leg Brace, Middle Earth Racism, Humiliation, Tattoos, Spitting, Body Piercings, Dub-Con, Oral Sex, Painful PIV Sex

#nsfw #stizzy #blackhands #ofmdnsfw #izzystepson

Here’s my Orc/Hobbit Sequel thread for Izzy Steps On Day! Stizzy’s still the main ship, but there’s Blackhands and LuPete too.

This script-style story is free to use and is hidden in Alt Texts. Please tell me if you use it; I want to see!

#nsfw #stizzy #blackhands #lupete #ofmdnsfw #izzystepson

Rise up Ned Low Nation! I had a blast figuring out how to write this weird little guy for #IzzyStepsOn. Canon divergent from S2E6, here is "Both Gold and Silver Won He with His Sword."

archiveofourown.org/works/68715826

Share with #IzzyStepsOn and post to AO3 collection here: archiveofourown.org/collections/...

Screenshot of Izzy's unicorn leg reveal with text "#IzzyStepsOn" and "August 6th 2025" overlayed

Izzy's been stepped on and kicked around enough, but today #IzzyStepsOn! All fanworks of any rating, if Izzy steps on someone or something, it is welcome!

#IzzyStepsOn is tomorrow! Izzy has been stepped on plenty, and now it is his turn! Literal, metaphorical, silly, sexy, violent, any works where Izzy steps on someone or something are welcome!

The Ned/Izzy fic for #IzzyStepsOn is done! It's S2E6 canon divergence where Stede locks Ned in the brig instead of making him walk the plank... and Izzy and Ned have a history. I feel like I describe every different thing I write as "a fun challenge," but it was! I enjoyed figuring out +

Just one more week until #IzzyStepsOn! If you have any sneak peeks of what you're working on for it this fine #WIPWednesday, feel free to drop them below.

Hmmmm I have written for every #StepOnIzzy and #IzzyStepsOn so far, and I don't want to break my streak! Who would you like to see Izzy step on? 👀

Only 3 weeks until #IzzyStepsOn!

Yes!!!!!!!! We have a date!

I have my Stizzy Orc/Hobbit Sequel ready, and some ideas for more parts!

Orc Izzy is absolutely stepping on Hobbit Stede, just as Stede stepped on him!

#steponizzy #izzystepson

Whether he is grinding an enemy into the dirt with the heel of his boot, taking his first proud steps with his golden prosthetic, or just stepping on someone for sex reasons, #IzzyStepsOn. All ratings, pairings, and types of fanwork are welcome!

Screenshot of the reveal of Izzy wearing his unicorn leg, with text over it reading "#IzzyStepsOn" and "August 6th 2025"

#IzzyStepsOn returns for 2025 on August 6th!
What is #IzzyStepsOn?
Think of it as a reverse #StepOnIzzy day. Izzy has been kicked around and trod on quite a bit, but, now, it is his turn.

Finally, for #IzzyStepsOn, "Stampede." Post S2 Izzy/Frenchie, rated M. When news comes that Hornigold is still alive and selling information to the navy, the whole band gets back together to take him down. And Izzy wants dibs. #StepOnIzzy

archiveofourown.org/works/57875515

I've written something for each of the #StepOnIzzy days: post-S1 Steddyhands, modern AU Ed/Izzy, and post-S2 Jim/Izzy (plus post-S2 vengeance on Hornigold for #IzzyStepsOn too).

Any pairings or prompts you'd like to see this time around?