#lizardman x human

[monster-crave]

Happy Birthday

Dax x Lucy [m!Lizardman x f!Human]

Note: Lucy and Dax are characters from a longer story and art series we are working on but we wanted to share some of the fun they have. If you want to see artwork of them, You can check Lucy here and Dax here. 

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, monster x human story, dom/sub undertones, alien anatomy, size difference, domination, non-human genitalia, double penetration

Word Count: 1673

Dax walked into his room, it was already late, and the coldness of the night was wearing him out more than the long day he had. It was rare for him to feel that way, but right now, he only wanted to lie in bed and sleep until the sun was up. His kin didn’t take light to low temperatures, which was frustrating given their superior physical strength.  

As he stepped into the space lit only by a handful of candles, he noticed Lucy standing by the bed, holding a huge platter. He could smell the raw meat and fruit from where he was standing. Her small frame looked even more petite in front of the frame of the huge bed, her red hair running down her back and the flames from the candle making it look like a reflection of sire.

“What is that?” He approached the small woman and tilted his head, observing the image before him. He wasn’t sure what was more appetizing, the dinner she was holding or her fragile body dressed in nothing but golden chains and jewelry. 

“A birthday cake.” She responded with a smile, but a blush crept down her suntanned cheeks. 

“A birthday cake?” Dax understood the concept of a birthday. It was when humans celebrated the day they were born. Xant’lians didn’t celebrate that. First, none of them knew when they were hatched, and no one kept track of that. Second, having a day that was somewhat supposed to be unique due to becoming a year old was a bit silly. Now there was a birthday cake?

“It’s a…when someone has a birthday…and we bake them this thing with flour and sweets to celebrate.” He could see she was feeling even more embarrassed. It all amused Dax a lot. Lucy worshiped their kind as if they were some gods. The woman would wear nothing but jewelry decoration, which would not bother her even one bit, but when she had to talk to him, she was suddenly closing up in that shell. “You don’t eat flour…or sweets…so I made a pile of meat and fruits.”

“I don’t have a birthday.” Dax laughed now. It was too much. His surprise and amusement were turning that into a comedy in his head. 

“I know…but I thought it might be nice.” Her eyes pinned further down, and she pushed the platter toward him. 

Dax considered all of it for a second. While he wasn’t hungry for food, there was another type of craving in him she could satisfy, and that probably made more sense to both of them. 

“How about you give me that,” he took the massive plate off her hands. “And take everything you are wearing off. 

Lucy did as she was asked without a second of hesitation. She gave him the platter and slowly took the golden chains, wrapping her body off and exposing her even more. 

“Lie down,” Dax commanded, and she obeyed, pushing her petite body onto the bed. The pale sheets and the dim light from the candles in the room reflected nicely on her darker skin, but her green eyes sparkled. 

Dax threw the meat on the floor and pulled a grape, placing it on her belly. He then grabbed a strawberry, putting it right under it. Dax did this with different fruits, balancing them on different parts of her torso. He could see Lucy’s breathing picking up with every step he made.

“If one of them falls because of you….” He didn’t need to finish that sentence as she tried to steady her breathing.

Once done, he climbed on the bed, careful not to move it too much. Dax showed her his long thick tongue, the four piercings on its tip reflecting the dim lights. He directed it first to that grape he had placed but then suddenly moved it between her legs, the metal studs rubbing against her clit. 

Lucy did her best to stay calm and not to move, but it was so hard. Dax’s tongue was running against her, and all she wanted to do was moan and arch her body. She curled her toes and gripped the sheets with her hands doing her best to stay stable. 

Eventually, Dax pulled away. She was frustrated but grateful because that was almost as much as she could take. His mouth moved to her belly, and he ate the fruit there, his sharp teeth rubbing against her tender skin. A moment later, he continued his pleasant torture, making it so hard for her to stay still. He repeated that same move several times, driving her so close to release, making it so hard for her to stay still, but she was also aware she was at his mercy, and if she moved in a way he didn’t like the game was over, or at least for her. 

Dax climbed on top of her when all the fruit was gone from her body. His yellow eyes fixed on her face as his tongue reached down and started caressing her breasts and nipples. She could feel the warmth, the saliva, the slightly sticky substance that covered it, and the metal piercing rubbing against her pleasantly. His large body completely covered her, making her almost disappear between him and the bed.

“You might deserve a reward.” He positioned himself better, and Lucy looked between his legs. 

Xant’lians were different and larger than humans in every aspect. Their scale-covered bodies were always cold, and their torsos and limbs were thicker and more powerful. But one of the most significant differences came between their legs. Xant’lians had two phalluses showing between their legs when aroused, and the shapes and sizes differed. Dax was probably one of the thickest she had ever seen, but his length was also covered with bumps, and parts of it were significantly enlarged than the rest. 

Lucy had been with him for years, and she still couldn’t get over the feeling she experienced when with him. He pressed the sharper tip, one of his cocks against her entrance and the other against her ass. She could feel the natural lubrication coming from the two of them as he pushed, her body, this time arching against his big shape. Dax went slowly on her today, the first bump on his cocks entering both her holes simultaneously, making her feel even tighter. She felt a couple of inches of relief when she felt the next ridge, making her scream in pleasure, some more relief and then another. 

Dax leaned on top of her, his heavy body pressing her hard against the sheets, his scales scratching her skin as his hips started moving, pulling his lengths out of her and then shoving them back again, this time faster, making the sensations even more intense. Lucy wrapped her arms around him, wanting to feel more of him but also unable to do anything else but moan and enjoy the sensation of having both of her holes filled. 

His pace was fast, but he was also going almost all the out with every move, his skin rubbing against her clit, driving her to her first orgasm quickly. As he felt her shiver in his arms, he suddenly stopped, his length still in her, stretching her to her limit, but he didn’t move for a long moment. To her surprise, he slowly pulled out again, making her feel every bump and shape of his cocks, until he was completely free, and she felt empty. 

“Come on top of me,” Dax commanded as he rolled on his back. Lucy obeyed, pushing herself up, already missing his massive body on top of her. “Not like that, with your back toward me.” 

She obeyed again. Her legs straddled him, her back turned toward his face, and her long red hair ran down her spine.  

“Do I need to tell you what to do?” Lucy felt the annoyance in his voice and realized he was expecting her to do it. 

She moved up, positioning her petite body over his length. It wasn’t the first time she would slide her tiny frame on top of him, but it was always much more manageable when he did it. Lucy found the right angle, so both of his tips pointed at her holes and pushed herself down. Although he was in her a moment ago, she still felt her body's stretch and resistance to accommodate his unusual shape. Inchy by inch, she slid down, moaning and twisting her body to make the angle work. She started moving, but he was too big under her, and it was hard for her small frame to sustain any reasonable pace. 

Dax must have been enjoying that, seeing her struggle as she was trying to please him, but then she felt his big cold hands on her body, pulling her, so her back pressed against his scaly chest. His tongue licked her neck as he started thrusting in her, slightly changing the angle for her and making her moan louder as he drove her into orgasm. 

Dax didn’t care she had come. He continued the savage moves. Now that her body was even more sensitive and overstimulated, she was like a doll in his grip, every part of her body exposed for his hands to grab, and her tongue was mercilessly licking her neck and reaching for her mouth. She knew he could go for a long time, and so he did. Not changing the position, just the pace, but making sure she could feel every bump and ridge on him as she came twice on top of him before he finally found his release filling both of her holes with a sticky hot liquid. 

Dax helped her move from him once he was finally pleased. She felt so weak but in a pleasant way, her powerful arms placing her on the bed next to him as if she was light as a father.

“Do that instead of cake next time.” He laughed as he said that.

[dark-moonlust]

Double Delight

Pairing: Lizard monster x human reader

Summary: your mate returns from his hunt, eager to fill you with his twin cocks and satisfy your desires.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, lizard smut, oral (fem+male), double 🍆🍆, double pen in pussy and ass, lots of come. Don’t like, don’t read please.

It had been a while since you’d left your village and mated with your lizard boyfriend. You lived together in a cave you’d decorated to fit your needs. The people of the village killed and hated monsters even if the creatures did nothing to harm them. You were happy with your mate, even if he was a lizard monster. He was kinder and sweeter than anyone had ever been with you. Your life with him was filled with loving care and sexual bliss.

The sound of your mate’s voice as he entered the cave made you turn around. His massive form filled the space, his reptilian eyes gleaming as they saw you. He was a handsome creature, three heads taller than you, his skin a mosaic of vibrant greens, blues and oranges. His eyes were bright amber, his arms and legs powerful and muscular, with sharp claws. He walked in his back legs, his tail was long and sinuous, slithering like a serpent and tipped with a sharp arrow.

You noticed that his hunt had been successful. In his hands, he she was carrying the evening bounty, two plump rabbits. He set them down on the nearby table and walked over to you, his massive lizard form towering above you.

“Won’t you greet me back home, little mate?”

You grinned. When you had told him about the custom where humans kiss their loved ones goodbye and welcomed them home with another kiss, your lizard mate had become obsessed with you doing this to him.

Smiling softly, you raised yourself on your tip toes and opened your mouth. He didn’t have lips to kiss you with so he let his long forked tongue brushed inside, flicking out to taste and feed from your mouth. You moaned and gripped his arms, and he pulled you down to the ground, carefully moving you so that you were straddling him. Tenderly, you kissed his scaly face, slowly wiggling down the chiseled length of his body.

“Welcome home, baby,” you said and heard him groan.

You peppered more kisses and touches along his thick neck, his torso, then in between his powerful thighs where his protective slit was. His cocks were hiding inside, only the flared tips visible. Your mate sported not one but twin dicks, exactly the same in appearance. Leaning in, you gave kitten licks to the tips of his cocks then sucked them in your mouth. Slowly, the two shafts emerged from their hiding place and sought the suction of your mouth.

Gods how you loved to worship his dicks.

They were several inches long and self-lubricant with jagged ridges from base to the flared tip. They were pretty thick, too, as you couldn’t wrap your hands around each shaft. You pumped one cock while suckling the other, then alternated between the two. You took each shaft deep in your throat, gagging only slightly. Your mate let out a low, rumbling growl, vibrating from deep within his chest. His cocks hardened further and with a hand on your nape, he fucked your mouth deeper, causing you to moan and stretch your lips to fit him.

“Good mate,” he drawled, his eyes on you.“Fuck— ahnnn… so good, look at your pretty lips.”

You could only blabber in reply, your mouth filled. Wet, slurping noises echoed as you worked your mouth and tongue all over his length, sucking and licking. His growls intensified, punctuated by sharp moans and controlled thrusts of his hips as he cried out your name and spilled his cum into your mouth. You latched your lips atop both cockheads and swallowed fast, it was too much and some of it dribbled down your neck.

Despite the violent explosion of his dicks, he rolled you on your back, hunger burning in his eyes as he tore off your clothes. He exposed your body and marveled at your petite form. Wherever he was scaly, you were creamy smooth, wherever he was hard you were soft and pliable. His tongue tasted your round tits and flicked the pink nipples. You whined as he travelled low, licking your belly, your inner thighs and with a primal growl, nuzzled his nose in your pussy and asshole. He growled, the beast in him satisfied; you still smelled of him, from the morning fuck he’d given you earlier.

“Please…” you could only whimper as his tongue probed your pussy.

“Such a good mate for me, dripping with my cum in both her naughty holes,” he praised, his long tongue sliding deep and curving inside you.

“Yesssss,” you clutched his head, careful of his scales.

Holding your legs open with his hands, he fucked you with his tongue, his hard textured appendage rubbing that sensitive spot inside you. You arched frantically against him, your stomach quivering. Your release hit you so hard that you saw stars flying in your vision. You rode the waves of ecstasy, trembling with aftershocks while he pushed your bum up and closer to his tongue, fucking you still.

Once the haze of pleasure faded, you felt a finger toying around the rosebud of your asshole. A long time ago he’d stared cutting at least one nail short, so he could finger you without hurting you. You whimpered, still oversensitive but he didn’t stop, he never stopped pleasuring you. The thick finger pushed past the tight resistance and you rocked your hips, meeting his thrusts.

“That’s it, mate” he said, watching your tight hole being forced open around his monstrous finger. “Fuck yourself on my finger, you look so beautiful like this.”

“Mnnn… more, want you.”

He suckled each breast, licking around the flushed areolas.

“My pretty mate wants my cocks again?”

“Hmmmm… ple-ase, fill me up,” you whined, panting heavily. “Inside, deep… hnnn.”

With a hint of a smile against your breast, he cupped your asscheeks and stood up with you in his arms. As he pushed you against the wall, you locked your feet and hands at his nape, careful to avoid the spikes on his back. You felt one hand cradling your back, protecting you from the wall while his finger thrust up your ass again.

Grinding his hips, he palmed his twin cocksheads and positioned them against your slick pussy. You moaned and wiggled your waist, giving him the okay to do this. Gently, he lowered you down on his shafts, your walls stretching around the incredible thickness and accepting them both to the hilt. His shafts invade you so deep that the tips kissed your cervix.

He groaned, his cocks throbbing inside you. “Fuck, such a tight little pussy.”

“Please,” you clutched him for dear life, you were so filled, so stretched. It was too much and at the same time not enough.

“Easy, little one. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He fucked you slowly, pumping his hips and each time he pulled out, his dicks delved just a bit further in. You hugged him for dear life, moaning and panting while your whole frame bounced with each quickening thrust. Your soaking cunt swallowed his cocks over and over again, the plap-plap of skin ringing out in the room.

You came again, pussy seizing around his twin lengths, walls clenching hard as you rode your climax. He kept fucking you through your orgasm, turning you into a moaning, sobbing mess. As you undulated together, a particularly enthusiastic roll of your hips caused his cocks to slip out. You let out a sound of protest at the emptiness but your mate was back inside you, only this time each cock pressing in a different hole. His primary cock filled your soaked pussy, while the other nudged deep inside your puckered hole.

“Want you to carry my scent in both holes, little mate,” he growled. It was a lizard thing, a possessive thing that you liked very much.

Filled in both holes was intense and sent shivers down your spine. Your nipples rubbed against his lizard chest, tits squeezed delightfully until he decided he wanted a view, so he leaned back and watched as your red-marked tits bounced with each thrust. You both stared down as he dragged his cocks out, both shafts frothing with your juices— before he thrust back into your holes. Again and again, his relentless thrusts warmed and filled your body, drawing you to another climax.

“Going…ngh... to—"

“Let go, sweet mate," he licked up your pulse. “Let go and squeeze those perfect little holes around my dicks.”

At his command, your pussy and ass clenched, your orgasm making you frantic. You wrapped yourself around him, your holes fluttering and squeezing around his dicks. Thrusting to the hilt, your mate let out a monster screech and exploded, spurting ropes and ropes of thick white cum inside you. You milked him dry, collapsing on his strong chest. You tried not to sleep, but your eyes felt heavy. You drowsed on his shoulder as he took you to the bed, and you slept peacefully with you head over his chest.

I hope you liked this! Any kind of support is appreciated. Reblogging and comments even more so! 🖤

[kannakakimari]

Humanoid life forms

Ever since LINK VRAINS there's been Duelist that aren't human but this welcomed Alien lifeforms

Here are the list of humanoid Duelists

Human: Very common since the beginning

Ignis: They first appeared in Link VRAINS

Lizardman: What Rapton's race is, females are more human like then the males

Bangaa: They are lizard like creatures from Final fantasy, but they are more related to Pteranodon then lizard, due to they have a beak

Seeq: They are aka Piglin due to their pig like appearance they are seen in most fantasies

Narnians: These are the regular animals, but can talk and such

Oni: They are the 2nd strongest lifeforms they are aka Angels

Omnifarian: They are aka Genie, the name Omnifarian is from the word Omnifarious means many forms, due to their cartoon like actions

Necroeans: Their name means Necro Demon in a curtain tongue

Faunus: What Blake from RWBY is

Neko: Like a Faunus but more have animal features on them

Birdman: They are part man part bird

Solestialsapian: They are what Alien X from Ben 10 and they are the strongest lifeforms

Astral: They appeared in Yugioh Zexal from Astralworld

Barian: They appeared in Yugioh Zexal from Barianworld

Mermaid/Merman: They are Human like but with a fish tail for legs

Sahagin: They are aka Gillman due to their fish like appearance

Saiyan: That's Goku's race

Frieza: What Emperor Frieza is

Namekian: That's Piccolo's race

Majin: That's Majin Boo's race

those are all the Humanoid race in Yugioh Legends

[soulofamy]

14. What two fandoms would you write a crossover for?

(If I already asked of this one before you can ignore it)

Yet another fanfic writer ask game!

i view crossovers in two ways, 1) with characters from two or more fandoms meeting/interacting with each other in the same story and 2) taking characters from one fandom and sticking them in the universe of another fandom without actually including that fandoms characters

i preface this answer by saying that i am EXTREMELY picky with how crossovers are done. i think isekai stories are incredibly boring unless there is canon precedence for it, i personally like to do it by making au versions of characters to make them fit into other universes more seamlessly.

ive definitely thought about a soulcalibur x starwars au before but moreso because i feel like it would be super fun to draw. its fun to imagine who would be on which side of the force, what species everyone would be, what their lightsaber would look like or what they would wield instead. it already kinda works because we had starwars guest characters before and then lucasarts made a comic about it so like it already kinda exists?? maybe its not mainline canon anywhere but soulcalibur has a multiverse so maybe its canon SOMEWHERE lol. but also if i were to actually undertake this idea for writing, i probably would not include any of the canon starwars characters i would just fill the galaxy with starwars au!soulcalibur characters

i have also thought about a soulcalibur x mortal kombat au before too but like it would have to be very particular characters. calibur has a handful of underage characters and like i kinda want to keep them far away from mk gore tbh lol but like i could see a few characters fitting in REALLY well in the mk universe. azwel would either get along really well with shang tsung and quan chi or he would become the bane of their existence, im not sure yet. i dont have the words to explain why yet but i feel like tira and havik would be a really fun duo. kilik and liu kang would get along really well. i really want to see syzoth interact with aeon calcos because they are basically the inverse of each other, syzoth is a reptiloid who can change to a human form at will but aeon was born a human and was changed into a lizardman against his will. idk if i would pair astaroth up with any character in mk but i just feel like his general vibe works as some sort of an outworld monster. OH and i REALLY want to see geras meet zasalamel because they are both so similar but also so incredibly different

the fun thing about a soulcalibur x mk crossover is that both of them have multiversus and in soulcalibur, the witcher universe canonically fits into the soulcalibur multiverse. which makes me feel like other games could also have their own universe be canon in the soulcalibur multiverse. AND spawn has a line in mk11 that indicates that he remembers his time as a guest in soulcalibur 2 ("Maybe that's why my soul still burns" <- soulcaliburs tagline has always been "does your soul still burn?") which is good enough evidence for me to say that soulcalibur and mortal kombat exist in adjacent universes and thus a crossover would actually make sense

[tacetnix]

[GetToKnowMe(me)]::Start()

Tagger: @hexenjagd // Oh you~ Name: TK! Pronouns: He/They Most Active Muses? -- Mary, both here and in FFXIV -- "URIEL", an OC that I can best describe as 'What if John Carpenter's The Thing was a psychic emotional vampire and was trying to figure out human coexistence on a whim. -- Tsengel Malaguld, my FFXIV main who is a big loving himbo as a facade for a calculating lizardman terminator.

RP PET PEEVES: Oh you aren't ready for this list. Where to begin?

God-Modding is the old adage. When someone can't let anyone give them consequences for their actions. Whether it's saying heinous stuff, assaulting other RPers and then refusing to acknowledge attempts to settle the score, etc. etc. People who refuse to take what they dish out. Most recently this was someone who "avoided all the guards trying to tie her down because she assaulted a man in public because she's really flexible". If it comes down to two people not knowing how to solve a scuffle, please roll. That's wat luck and the dice are for.

People who refuse to engage in what's going on group-wise and then complain that there's nothing to do. This is very particularly targeted to some people outside of the RPC here but I wanted to throttle you. 'I'm not engaged in [Group Activity]', well I apologize but 20 other people were. You are not giving me critique or constructive criticism by saying 'I'm bored.'

Oh, my god, people who just enter a chat to say 'I'm bored.' as though they're expecting people to spoon-feed them with interaction.

Loops back to the god-modding point but "I'm too powerful for you, so I'm gonna no-sell anything you do to express the difference in our power levels." like, dude, get hit, at least give the person you're fighting the pleasure of seeing their blow push you in the dirt a bit. Have a reaction rather than "haha no *punches back with anime*". >// Multiversal RP is fun until the Anime character wants to fight.

"I am strictly into [x] so if you're anything other than something I wanna fuck then I'm going to be extremely hostile to you and casually and vocally espouse how much everything other than [x] is awful and will cite it often as a reason why I refuse to engage in any RP in this public area.' >// Unfortunately, this has happened multiple times, much to the detriment of peoples' safety and comfort in public spaces I've been in. Moderators have refused to step in, and the behavior has been allowed. ://///

"My Character is Vocally Racist." You suck. You chose to pretend like that's a character trait. You're choosing to make every minority who's experienced that shit IRL to see it again in the middle of their feel-good hobby. 'It's realistic' and you're the one choosing to bring that realism into a space for people to enjoy. Costs you zero cents not to make your characters straight up bigots.

That's all I got for now, but I could keep going, I'm sure. Sorry to just splurge all over main; I've had some baaaaad RP drama go down in the last few months in other mediums/RPCs.

LEVEL OF RP EXPERIENCE: Hah. Haha. Been RPing for 16 years about now. Started back in SPORE while coming up with little stories for my creations, and RPing out diplomatic relations with other people, to going to the JoeyRay's Bar forums for StarCraft 2 where I actually picked up proper narrative RP. Then I went to DeviantArt, RP'd in the chatrooms and learned sauciness (way too young, but oh well), and then was brought over to Tumblr by my ex who showed me @axemurderercreighton back in the day. And I've stuck here, through UNDERTALE, through Skype, through Discord, through playing FFXIV. Always back to here as a casual place to RP.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT? Angst is the most reliable, but I know I write good smut and it lets me play out fantasies. Fluff is fun, but in moderation. Too much of it and you grow stagnant. Angst brings with it conflict, and conflict drives stories onwards. Smut is the victory lap, and if that also helps serve conflict, then fuck yeah, two-for-one!

PLOTS OR MEMES? Give me a skeleton of a plot an we'll fill in everything in between. I prefer spontaneity to a firm constellation of everything that will happen for years down the line. Improv is the spice of life. Memes facilitate the funniest stuff that's happened in RP, but you wouldn't get there without plotting and having relationships with others. So... cop-out answer, but both.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES? I err on the long side. But at the barest minimum... - Respond to what your partner has given you to work with (usually matches their length pretty well). - Offer insight into my characrer's thoughts or feelings or give them a general action to help immerse in the setting/scene. - Give my partners something to reply/respond to.

However long that all takes is how long my replies will tend to be.

TIME TO WRITE? Whenever I can. When I'm at work I'll steal Discord replies, when I'm waiting for bad lights I'll type and respond. When I'm in the bathroom -- you get the idea. Discord is my preferred method because I can respond without having to have icons or formatting or what have you. It's easier to just throw random ideas like darts on a board, and I get more clear notifications when someone's responded to me.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE? For better or for worse, I put a lot of my anxious thoughts and my paranoia into Mary. I put a lot of how she overthinks based on my own ideations, and in a way... all of that is merged with a lot of how my wife acts. Almost any time I write Mary and you feel the love that I put into her actions, it's because I'm basing that on things I've seen and experienced intimately. She always had this role in my mind of 'cold woman who is accidentally adorable' but -- it took seeing someone who I found absolutely adorable to find the life-inspiration and information to properly convey that and bring it to life in a way that was natural and earnest.

.........God that was so much I'm so sorry for splurging. Tagging: @yellowfingcr @urbanumviolentium @bidotheuncanny @theblackwarden @tinyredrose (to surprise some of you whenever you get back, ehehe)

Thanks again to Cat for @ing me. It's been fun!

[sils-reading-list]

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A Line in the Sand - Pt. 3

Intro - Part 1|2 - MasterList - Art - Art

Ok, so this is kind of a conclusion chapter, but I left it open ended in case I want to revisit these two later. However, for now I have no plan to continue writing them. Perhaps some quick one-shots in the future, of various little snipits in their life. I just wanted to feel like this was more closed so I can continue with some other projects.

This is of course for the always lovely and patient @ivymemnoch​ of her Monster Match character Devaraj the reptilian monster (I prefer Nessiim, since I couldn’t decide between lizardman and dragonborn and he’s somewhere between the two). I hope everyone enjoys this soft fluffy fluff.

Like what you see? Check out my MasterList above for more babbles and stories. Please consider BuyMeACoffee while you are there. I’m open for art commissions, so please DM me if you are interested, but no writing commissions right now. As always, drop me an Ask if you have any thoughts or questions, I love to hear from everyone!

How had I gotten myself into this exactly? I wondered to myself for the hundredth time as I dropped like a sack of flour to the stone ground. Narrowly avoiding the projectiles of rocks lobbed at me from the other side of the deep cave. They clattered loudly when they landed, snapping and cracking in a way that almost distracted me from the cave’s resident. Almost.

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[thelittlemonsterlover]

(x)

[nadia-lycaon]

Finished my snake monster! I can't believe i forgot to post them

https://www.artstation.com/artwork/mqmXAY has wips and close ups

[monster-crave]

Ty x Riona ;>

[dark-moonlust]

My face when I first started reading monster stories.

Then I quickly became a devoted monster whοre 🤣 hence the lizard smut

[weministertomonsters]

Lizardman (Kaelus) x human female reader

People told you all sorts of things when you volunteered to be the living sacrifice for Kaelus, the lizard-god who lived in the hills and blessed the villages below. He'd eat you alive and screaming or forcibly mate with you and cause you to have deformed lizard children. They speak of him with fear and hatred. So much for being their god!

Everyone makes a choice, you told the village elders. This is mine. You don't add that if not you, it would be one of your friends going instead. And all of them are so fearful, they'd probably faint at the very sight of Kaelus. No, you have to be the one to go and you will be the one to kill him, to rid the villages of this god who demands routine offerings while things really never seem to get better.

The whole ceremony takes hours. By the time the sun is setting, you've only just reached the barricaded door in the hillside that leads to the den of the god.

"Go in peace," the elders say as you walk in.

It goes without saying that no one expects you to come back alive. Well, you hid a knife in the folds of your dress and you know what you are going to do with it. There is no room for failure.

When you tiptoe down the cavernous hall, you find a small bowl-like hollow carved into the stone floor, fashioned into a nest of leaves, bird feathers and strips of dried-out soft vines. Kaelus is hunkered within, puffed up in fear, scales fluffed around his body which is nearly twice as yours, with a long sweeping tail thick enough to crush a human skull.

However, there is not a trace of violence in his form as his slitted pupils gaze at you. He looks more like an angry gecko than an intimidating creature with enough power to level a village as the legends said.

Do you even need that knife?

"What's this? Why have I been brought a human?" His voice rattles low in his throat and you realize you most likely disturbed his sleep.

"The villages wanted to request extra blessings this year, your Majesty. The crops have not been doing well."

"But why bring me a person? What use do I have for you?" He grumbles.

"I was told you would eat me. Is that true?"

"No. I do not eat human meat. Hard to digest."

"I was also told that you would mate with me and force me to have your children," you say.

His scales ripple and a rattling sound comes from deep within his chest. "See, this is why I don't like humans."

"So everything I was told was a lie?" You ask cautiously. "You don't want to hold me prisoner?"

"No. The door to my den is that way, if you can get it open. In fact, I would appreciate it if you simply leave. There is no need for your weapon to be drawn."

"How do you know I have one?" You frown and glance down.

The knife is still hidden away from sight in the folds of your skirt.

"Look, I don't blame you for feeling the need to protect yourself... Can you leave now?"

You fold your arms. "You're not really a god, are you?"

"Again, a very not-true stoty. I don't know who decided that I was one. All I wanted to do was live in peace. But no, first humans decide my kind are evil and kill most of us off. Then dozens of years later they decide the ones who remain are gods. I cannot bless crops or give a barren woman children or whatever else is wished of me."

"And you never told the elder that?"

"No one would listen even if I did. Besides, I preder to be treated like a god than for flaming sticks to be thrown into my den to flush me out to where swords and spears wait to pierce my hide."

You run your gaze over his curled up body, noting the places where scales have been split by scars, all old. "You've already been in some battles."

"W-why are you still here? What nefarious schemes do you have now?" He replies.

"I have an offer to make. If you let me stay here for awhile, I will not tell all the villages that you are a fraud."

"So you choose to blackmail me." He sniffs contemptuously.

"Even if I go home without saying a word, people will still be suspicious. Sacrifices aren't supposed to come back," you explain. "Besides, now that I know the truth, I have to help my friends and family. The next offering is in a month's time. They will bring food and valuable trinkets-which I assume from the looks of your den- you won't use. I'm going to sell them and buy good quality seeds and clothing for the winter."

"Throw away your weapon and we have a deal."

You obey, tossing it away into a dark forgettable corner.

"Just to be clear, I'm not afraid of you. And it's clear my presence makes you uneasy," you say, before beginning to poke around the den while he watches you.

There isn't much to find. So you approach his nest and try to pull out a sizeable twig. He flails in a panic and his tail knocks you over into his nest. You fall over the edge and right on top of him. He freezes like he's trying to play dead. The only indication that he is still alive is his heart thumping in the great expanse of his chest. He's so much bigger when you're up close like this.

"Get off," he says hoarsely. "Before I go mad and do something I will regret."

"Easy," you say comfortingly, patting his chest once before you pull away. "I'm sorry, I should have asked you first. I want to build a fire and the only source of wood is your nest. It's going to get really cold in here the further the night goes. I have nothing but my clothes to protect myself from the cold."

"You should have said so," he mumbles, rising from the nest and shaking himself off. "I know where to find wood. Wait here."

He lumbers on two clawed feet further into the den. It looks so odd to see him walk on two feet. Like this, he resembles a man a lot more, with broad shoulders and a taut belly. You swallow and look away for a moment.

"You're not as bad as I imagined you'd be," you say slowly.

Kaelus makes a rasping laughing sound that bounces off the cave walls. "So are you. You are not as intimidating or cruel as the humans with the spears. When you fell on me, you were soft. I did not know humans were so soft."

He comes back with an armful of wood and you show him how to make a fire and make sure the wood is dry enough so it doesn't smoke too much. Enraptured, he crouches before the fire.

"Such warmth! I did not know it was possible," he sighs.

The reflection of the flames dance in his eyes. Despite his slitted pupils, they are filled with joy and wonder. It's so hard to be scared of him when he looks so utterly harmless. And that's why even though you don't mean to, you eventually fall asleep by the fire.

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My eyes fluttered back open, and I heard a deep hiss by my ear. I blinked slowly, still confused and disoriented.

“Are you alright, Sera?” Came a soft voice.

As my senses slowly returned, I realized it was not the world moving around me; I was the one who was moving. A pair of firm arms wrapped around me, a scaly chest by my ear. I started to wriggle, trying to straighten myself.

“Easy, Sera,” He murmured, adjusting his grip on me, “I have you. You are safe.”

Devaraj eased me to a more upright position, and slowed his walk. I looked around, my head throbbing. Blinking a few more times as I tried to put together the pieces.

“What... where?”

A soft hiss filled the reptilian man’s huge chest, and his long tongue flicked out. “You hit your head, and fell unconscious... I was worried.”

My hand went instinctually to the lump slowly forming at the base of my skull. My brain pulsed its objection to that touch, and I winced. Perhaps I imagined it, but it felt like his arms tightened around me a little more. Upon closer inspection of our surroundings, it appeared we were nearing the town again. I turned to look at him in surprise.

“You... you carried me all the way here?” I asked timidly, surprise layering my voice.

He gave a slight nod, and his wide mouth twisted. “You are not heavy, Sera.” He told me in his lightly teasing tones. “Like carrying an armful of ductu pinna.” That soft rumble formed in his chest. His great horned head tilted to the side. “I fear I am not fully familiar with human anatomy. I thought it would be better to seek someone who might be...”

I’m working on (supposed to be working on) the long awaited next chapter of A Line in the Sand. Thought I would draw something to really get me fully back into the flow of it. These two are rather fun to draw. Especially Dev :D I hope to have the next chapter up by Thursday!

Devaraj is the Monster Match for the lovely @ivymemnoch. Click #A Line in the Sand to see all posts related to them, or check out their story from the link above. My Masterlist has more stories and babblings for everyone, and #Monster Doodles is the place to go for my monster/terato art!

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Home; a Monster Match Revist — Bodi the Komodo Dragon Lizardman ; M Lizardman x F Human, NSFW

For @ivymemnoch​ — I absolutely loved revisiting one of my favorite boys!

“Annual projections for this quarter are low, so we need to ensure that we’re doing everything in our power to see those year-over-year numbers…”

You twitched when your attention on the droning voice of your boss was interrupted by your phone screen, lighting up with a message on your desk. Palming the device, you quickly dimmed it, waiting several moments before turning it over, well outside the camera range.

The hawkish VP of sales was on this video call, and seemed to possess a supernatural awareness of when someone was looking down at the small screen in their lap rather than paying rapt attention to the redundant powerpoint slide that was currently being shared on the monitor before you, and you didn’t fancy being called out in front of your peers.

Working from home was a mixed blessing. 

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I Married A Lizardman (Prime Mating Agency Book 01)

By: Regine Abel

Monster Scale

Level 04: Actual Monster (Physically)

Actual lizardman with scales and hidden dick. 

My Overall Rating For The Book

“I Bought The Ebook or Will Read On Kindle Unlimited”

This book was a lot of fun! I loved the world building and the characters! It was so nice having a sci-fi romance book where we weren’t escaping bad guys or dealing with intense galactic drama. Everything was centralized on the characters and it was adorable!  

If the rest of the books in this series are as good as this one, I might just buy the physical books! (Even though the cover is. Not a favorite, personally.)

Overly Simplified Summary

Susan is the third daughter of a farming family, meaning she’s basically getting nothing from home and may not be able to find a husband. So she goes to a Prime Mating Agency in the hopes of finding a suitable match. 

If you’re wanting a cute and fun sci fi alien romance with down to earth stakes, this book is for you. This man and his family are so sweet!

Keep reading for ‘This Book Has Everything’ and possible Trigger Warnings.

This Book Series Has Everything

[x] Big buff love interest 

[x] Miscommunication happens between leads at some point

Cultural differences lead to interesting scenarios. This includes the bedroom. 

[x] Plot first smut second 

[x] Soul mates or fated mates

Listed as a ‘perfect match’ by the Prime Mating Agency. 

[x] Girl ends the book pregnant or is pregnant

[x] Straight 

[x] Dude got an interesting dick

It just, pops right out of his body. Just, POP! There it is. 

[x] Love interest has to fight hard to win the love interests heart

[x] The side character steals the show and makes you want their own book

Kinda wanted to see our leading man's cousin end up with a human lady and get absolutely wrecked by them. 

[x] Society where men have drank respect women juice 

[x] Open communication 

[x] The couple has equal power in the relationship

[x] Kinky af sex

[x] Love interest is an absolute cinnamon roll  

[x] Lead or love interest gets injured and the lead or love interests drop everything to take care of them

[x] Happy Ending Guaranteed

[x] They purr like a FUCKING CAT

[x] Super scary/dangerous but very gentle and sweet with the one they love

Here’s a link/buy the book!

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Masterlist

Current as of: 11/2/2023

Male/Female Relationships

Heat of The Moment: Demon x Reader (Nsfw) 

Freeuse: Two Goblins x Reader (Nsfw)

More Than Just a Line of Code (Pt1 & Pt 2): Robot x Human (Nsfw) Family Affairs: Couple from More Than Just a Line of Code

Sucker Punched (Pt1 & Pt2) : Buff Alien x Human 

Vice Versa: Four Armed Alien x Reader

Feels Like the First Time: Minotaur x Human (Nsfw)

Jail Bird Heart: Elf X Human (Nsfw)

What We Do With Shadow (Pt1& Pt2): Shadow Man X Human (Nsfw)

Perfect moment: Werewolf x Reader

Sticks and Stones: Fae x Human

He Was a Satyr Boy: Satyr x Human (Nsfw)

Where’s My Mate: Werewolf x Reader

The Only Exception: M!human x F!human

Crocodile Rock: Lizardman x Reader (Nsfw)

Joy of My Life: Werewolf x Reader

Mr. Sandman: Dream Deity x Reader

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy: Vampire x Human (Nsfw)

Little Lion Man: Eldritch Horror x Reader

Like a Virgin (Pt1 & Pt2): Incubus x F!Human (Nsfw)

Working for the Weekend (Pt1 & Pt2): Orc x Human (Nsfw)

Danger Zone: (Homemade)SCP x Human (Nsfw)

Free Bird: Aarakocra x Human

Under Pressure: Bigfoot x Human

Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore: Werewolf x M!Human

Crazy Little Thing Called Love: Orc x Human

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart: Space Orc x Human

Let Your Love Flow: Cave Lizardman x Human (Nsfw)

Hot Blooded: Hufflepuff x Ravenclaw (Nsfw)

I Want You Back: Lizardman x Human (Nsfw)

Kiss To Build A Dream On: Monster Boss x F!Worker (Nsfw)

Mercury In Retrograde: (Among us) Imp!Monster x F!Crewmate

The Less I Know The Better: Imp!Black x Yellow (Nsfw)

Mistreated: Tiefling x F!human (Nsfw)

We Don’t Have to Dance: Demon x F!Human 

Too Good at Goodbyes: Dragon x F!Human 

Bad Moon Rising: (Among us) Imp!Monster x F!Crewmate

Good Grief: Alien x M!Human

Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting): Robot x F!Human (Nsfw)

Something About Her: Alien x F!Human

Changes (Turn and Face the Stranger): Orc x F!Human

Once Bitten, Twice Shy: Vampire x F!Human (Slight Nsfw)

Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough: Alien x F!human (Nsfw)

Walk on the Wild Side: Werewolf x F!Human (Nsfw)

Male/Male Relationship

Nothin’ But a Good Time: Demon x human (Nsfw)

Platonic Relationships or Non-gendered 

Writing Prompt: Non-gendered demon and reader

Carry on Wayward Son: Dwarf and Human

House on Fire: Ifrit and Human

Caught Up In You: Moth Monster x M!Human (Nsfw)

Short Stories (Around 1k words)

General Orc

Female Werewolf

Haunted House Orc

Soulmate

Alien

Humans Fluff

Adore You

Cat and Mouse

Mother Knows Best

Peacock Monster

Drunk and the Beast

Prompt Series (NSFW)

Masturbating: Werewolf

Oral: Cthulhu

Clothed or Half-dressed: Minotaur

69: Bat monster

Toys: Gorgon

Bondage: Forest God

Lazy Morning Sex: Succubus

Water-Based Sex: Merman

Dirty Talk: Demon

Weapon Play: Orc

Against a Wall: Gargoyle

Trust Kink: Eldritch Horror

Self Made Prompt List: 1, 2, 3, 4

12 Tropes for Christmas

-To be continued, feel free to send messages-

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Male Lizardfolk Gulrez x Reader (SFW) Part 1

Here’s the second story in my series Modern Monsters: In The City. It features a lizardfolk who’s design is based on a leopard gecko, and a gender neutral reader.

A huge thank you goes to the amazingly talented @thetravelerwrites for proofreading & editing this piece. 

Wordcount:4,727

You came from a small backwater town, populated only by humans, with not a single monster in sight. A fact, which residents there were incredibly proud. Monsters didn’t come to your town; if by chance one ended up there, they never stayed long. Folks made any and all outsiders feel entirely unwelcome, so that it was incredibly difficult for them to live there. Of course, officially it was illegal to discriminate against non-humans, but it certainly didn’t stop the folks in your town.

You felt a bit like an outsider yourself there and the majority of the residents treated you like one too. You’d moved to the town to live with your grandparents when you were eight years old and you’d been far too opinionated, as far as they were concerned. You didn’t agree with their way of thinking, finding them to be incredibly ignorant and small-minded. So when you inherited a flat in the city and a small amount of money from an aunt you never even knew you had, you didn’t even think twice about leaving that town behind to start a new life in the city.

Standing in your new home and taking a good look around, you sigh. Your aunt had left a lot of stuff behind, which would take you weeks to sort. Deciding you didn’t mind too much but weren’t in the mood to start now, you decide to go out and explore the city.

The streets were bustling with both humans and monsters alike, just going about their business taking no notice of one another. You relished in the fact that you now lived in a place that it didn’t matter what species you were. You’re startled out of your musings when the sky suddenly opens up and rain starts pouring. Spotting a tea shop you duck in to get out of the rain.

The door jingles as you enter and closing it softly behind you, you gaze around in wonder. Instead of walls there are bookshelves full of books from ground to ceiling. A spiral staircase stands in the middle of the shop which leads to another level with even more books. Tables and chairs occupy the floor space and towards the end of the shop stands a glass counter filled with a variety of sweet treats and behind it you spot rows upon rows of multiple tea blends.

Serving behind said counter is an avian creature who looks like an owl, wearing a modified smart beige suit which make them look more like a teacher than a server. Approaching the counter you note that they have a heart shaped face and a hooked beak, on which was perched a pair of glasses.

‘‘Good afternoon,’’ he calls. ‘‘What can I get you?’’

‘‘Afternoon,’’ you say, smiling as you eye the shelves. ‘‘There are so many options, I’m not sure which blend to try.’’

‘‘If you like, I could choose one for you and if you don’t like it, you can have another. On the house,’’ he says, head bobbing.

‘‘Alright, sounds good,’’ you reply. ‘‘Thank you.’’

You watch as he turns and takes one of the shelves, hiding it from your view. Waiting for your tea, you turn to gaze around the shop searching for a free table, and your breath catches as you catch sight of a lizardfolk, sitting and reading. They are the cutest thing you have ever seen.

Their face and head is a patchy light yellow and white colour and they are covered in dark brown spots, you trace their pattern with your eyes all the way down to the back of their neck until their shirt obstructs your view. Scanning their chest and arms you see they are lean and fit looking. Your gaze falls to their hands which are a pale white colour, and you spot five sharp looking claws which are delicately cradling the book. Turning your gaze back to their face, you see they have large green eyes with slitted pupils, a snout with two little nose holes, and mouth naturally shaped into smile.

You giggle suddenly when their tongue flicks out, licking their nose. Quickly turning back to the counter, you spot the owl watching you, clicking his beak in what you can only assume to be amusement as he hands you your tea. Flushing with embarrassment you quickly pick up the tea and mutter a quiet thank you.

Finding yourself a table by the wall of books, you choose a book at random and sit yourself down, getting comfortable. You spend your time there reading, sipping at your tea and sneaking peeks at the lizardfolk who is seated a few tables along from you. After twenty minutes of sitting you spy the lizardfolk standing up and note that they are tall, around six foot in height. Catching sight of their tail, which is paler in colour than their head, mostly white with dots of yellow, but with the same spotted pattern, you have to stop yourself from squealing aloud. You hadn’t thought that they could get any cuter!

You watch as he leaves the shop, sending a quick wave to the avian as he goes. Sighing, you go back to reading. An hour and two further cups of tea later, you head home yourself, knowing that there’s work to be done.

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Over the next two weeks you fall into a routine. In between sorting through your aunt's belongings, you visit the tea shop daily. You’ve become friends with the avian, who you’ve since learnt actually owns the tea shop and is named Latham. The lizardman you saw your first day there comes in often and while you continue to steal glances, you haven’t dared to approach him.

As you’re sighing watching as he leaves the shop one day, wagging his tail as he goes, you’re startled when Latham sits down opposite you. You raise your brow in question as he clicks his beak in disapproval at you.

‘‘What’s wrong?’’ You ask.

He scoffs, ‘‘When are you going to ask him out?’’

You flush. ‘‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’’

‘‘I’m not daft,’’ he clicks. ‘And you're far too obvious.’’

‘‘I know,’’ you say, groaning and letting your head hit the table briefly before raising it to face him again. ‘‘It’s just… he’s gorgeous. There’s no way he’d be interested in a human,’’ you say, shaking your head.

‘‘You don’t know that for sure,’’ Latham replies, tilting his head in a manner which would be impossible for most other species.

‘‘I know...’’ you sigh. Deciding to turn the tables on him, you ask ‘‘What about you then? When are you going to take your own advice?’’

‘‘What? I… don't know what you mean...’’ He chirps, looking flustered head bobbing like mental.

‘‘I’ve seen the way look at ‘Miss Pretty’ over there,’’ you say, chuckling and nodding in your fellow humans direction.

Turning his head to look where you’ve nodded he suddenly lets out a small chitter, which he cuts off quickly, turning his head back towards you but looking down at the table flustered.

‘‘Thats… different’’ he says quietly, feathers ruffling.

‘‘How is it different?’’ You say, eyeing him.

Clearing his throat, he replies ‘‘I don’t even know if she likes monsters, nevermind a feathered bird like me.’’ Taking a deep breath and clicking his beak, he looks at you with glassy eyes. ‘‘In my experience, humans tend to prefer the monsters with mouths rather than beaks,’’ he mutters sadly.

‘‘You never know if you don’t ask,’’ you reply sympathetically.

‘‘Easier said than done,’’ he says, exhaling a breath and shooting you a pointed look.

You nod, but anything else you might have said is interrupted by the doorbell jingling. Latham gives you a nod and then he dashes back behind the counter. Packing up your things, you start to head off, waving goodbye to Latham as you go. As your approaching the door, you catch sight of Latham’s crush, eyeing the avian, with a soft smile on her face. With a smirk, you set off for home.

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A few days later, as your going through your bills and outgoings, you realise that you’re quickly running out of money. Your aunt had only left you a small amount, and while you loved living in the city, it certainly wasn’t cheap. You needed to get a job.

You spend your day searching for jobs and you apply for all you find suitable. Though one in particular has specifically caught your attention. A bar and restaurant called The Bears Den is advertising for waiting/bar staff, claiming to be a popular hot spot for both monsters and humans, they require people with experience in the industry, excellent customer service skills and a warm and friendly attitude.

It sounded like the perfect fit for you. You had experience in the service industry, and while you had found it boring back in your hometown, you imagine it would be much more fun with a more varied clientele. You thought your customer services were up to par and you had an excellent attitude. You really hoped you’d hear back from that one; a job in a bar and restaurant would be the ideal place to meet new people and hopefully make new friends. Apart from Latham, you didn’t know anyone else in the city and you were starting to feel a little isolated.

You’re happily surprised when the manager of The Bears Den calls you the very next day asking if your available, and agreeable to a preliminary telephone interview. Happily agreeing, you answer all his questions to the best of your ability. It goes well and he asks you to come in for an interview with the owner in the morning, hanging up the phone with a squeal you go raid your wardrobe for suitable clothes.

Standing outside The Bears Den the following morning, ten minutes early, you take a moment to inspect the building. It is painted black with name painted in gold lettering. It looks smart but not fancy. The building itself takes up half the street it’s so big, and the doors are high and wide. You find them locked when you try to open them, knocking instead, they are shortly opened by an avian creature.

Introducing yourself, he nods and welcomes you inside. He introduces himself as Daemyn, the manager, and offers you a seat asking you to wait while he checks if the owner is ready for you. Nodding politely with a smile, you watch him until he’s left through a door beside the bar, then gaze around taking in your surroundings. It's even larger inside than what it looks from the outside, with more than half the space taken up by seating. As well as a bar, there’s a stage and small dance floor. A couple of pool tables sit in one corner and you spot large glass doors at the back which look like they lead to an outside area.

Daemyn returns after five minutes and asks you to follow him to the office. Nervously wiping your palms down your trousers, you get up to follow, working on controlling your breathing. Passing through the staff room, you note that it looks meticulously clean and tidy. Your soon at the office door and Daemyn gives one sharp knock, slides open the door and beckons you in. As you do, he slides the door closed softly behind you.

Your gaze immediately lands on the man who’s rising up from behind his desk, standing to an impressive height of around six and a half foot. He looks somewhere between forty and forty-five, with salt and pepper hair and evening stubble. What really strikes you about him though is his width, he has broad shoulders and big arms, and as he shakes your hand you see that his hand engulfs your own. He introduces himself as Bernard and gruffly tells you to take a seat.

You manage to get through the typical interview questions with a smile on your face, and you think it has gone well but Bernard gives nothing away. He then goes on to tell you opening hours, service hours, what your shifts hours would be, asks if you would be willing to work shifts behind the bar if necessary and so on. Combing through your resume again, he suddenly shoots you an intense look.

‘‘You’re from East Oaks?’’ he asks, practically growling.

Cringing, you nod, adding, ‘‘Not originally, I had to move there as a child to live with my grandparents.’’

‘‘You are aware this is a popular establishment for monsters, aren’t you? In fact, most of my employees are monster folk too… This won’t be a problem for you, will it?’’ He says, literally growling.

‘‘Of course not,’’ you reply, shaking your head. God, he’s intimidating, you thought to yourself.

Sitting back in back in his chair with a sigh, still staring intensely, he huffs ‘’When can you start?’’

‘‘Wait, you mean.. I have the job?’’ You ask, shocked.

‘‘Month’s trial, like everyone else,’’ he replies.

You nod, smiling. ‘‘I can start immediately, thank you so much…’’

‘‘Welcome to the team, and don’t disappoint me’’ he says gruffly, pointing to you with a glare.

Promising him that you won't, he escorts you out. Relieved that you have gotten a job, and the job you wanted, you walk home with a big smile on your face.

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A week into your new job and you couldn’t be any happier. You’ve met just about all the staff, bar two who are off for personal reasons, and you’ve just about learned all their names. Bernard wasn’t lying when he said a lot of his employees were monster folk, there's only three other humans, the rest are a very varied mix of monster folk. All of them are lovely and welcoming, some more so than others, and you’ve already struck up a couple of friendships.

The ambiance at work is fantastic as well, your really happy to come into work and often it feels like you aren’t even at work. While you might still find the boss scary and intimidating, he’s well liked by all the staff. As long as everyone’s doing their jobs to the best of their abilities, he’s very laid back, allowing the staff to fool around and have a natter during the quieter periods. According to Ayaan, a great big white tiger Rakshasa who’s one of the more chatty bartenders, Bernard likes to act like a grizzly bear but he’s really more of a cuddly teddy.

The following week flies by just as fast. Spending your lunches at Latham’s tea shop and working in the evenings, you were pretty content. You had made lots of new and interesting friends, had a great job and your new home was looking the way you wanted. Overall you were feeling a lot more confident, but still not confident enough to take Latham’s advice to ask out that lizardman. Not that you could if you had wanted to, he hadn't been into the tea shop for two weeks...

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You were laughing, Nathifa a gnoll and a fellow server, was hilariously funny. She also just happened to come in to work with her wrist in a cast that evening. It wasn’t funny that she had broken it, but the story of how she had broken it was. Hearing it, you couldn’t help but break down in laughter, tears falling down your face. Hearing Ayaan behind you asking what the two of you are cackling about, you turn to answer, only to stop in shock.

Oh shit!

Standing beside Ayaan is the lizardman from the tea shop and he’s looking at you in shock. Both Ayaan and Nathifa are watching you both with looks of confusion.

‘‘I know you!’’ He says with a grin, recovering first.

You feel like your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth, heart beating fast, you can do nothing but nod in agreement.

‘‘Ooh, tell us the juicy details,’’ Nathifa cackles.

Laughing, he replies ‘‘No juicy details, we just seem to really like the same tea shop.’’

‘‘Tea shop? Seriously? Can you guys get any more boring?’’ Ayaan laughs, shaking his head and walking off to attend the bar.

You watch as Nathifa turns to follow him, heading to set the tables, muttering under her breath. Facing the lizardman again, you note that today he’s wearing a green shirt that matches eyes and jeans. Managing to introduce yourself, you offer him a hand to shake. As he takes it you note his hand feels smooth and cool to the touch.

‘‘I’m Gulrez, nice to officially meet you,’’ he grins, and you watch as his tail arches and starts wagging.

‘‘Yeah.. yo-you too,’’ you stutter, staring at his tail in fascination. ‘‘I should… uh… get back to work.’’

Feeling like a complete idiot, you turn and practically run into the kitchen, hearing him mumble something about speaking to you later, you shake your head in despair. Crap! Why couldn’t you just talk to him. You had no problem speaking to anyone else in this place. And why of all places did he have to work here, you think to yourself groaning.

You avoid the bar for the rest of the night, but you find yourself looking his way often, most of the time he’s busy serving customers or chatting to Ayaan, but occasionally you see him watching you with a puzzled frown. You don’t hang around when your shift finishes that night and head home feeling a bit miserable. Your really glad you have the following day off, and you hope the time and space away will be enough to regain your composure and not act like a fool around him.

You go to Latham’s tea shop the next day for lunch as usual, only realising when you're standing outside the shop that it’s possible you might see Gulrez there. Briefly you consider turning right back around, but then realise how foolish your being. Taking a breath, you enter, hearing the familiar jingle of the doorbell. Looking around you exhale a breath seeing that he isn’t here. Shaking you head at your own foolishness, you go order a tea and make conversation with Latham. Plonking yourself down in a chair, you grab a book, and start reading.

You’re startled when someone pulls out the chair opposite yours and sits themselves down. Looking up with a frown, you’re surprised to see Gulrez sitting there looking nervous.

‘‘Hey,’’ he says quietly, swallowing.

‘‘Hi,’’ you exhale, nervously.

‘‘What’s that your reading?’’ He asks, nodding to the book in your hands.

You’ve forgotten. Looking down you check the title, you then show it to him to see.

‘‘Is it any good?’’

You nod absently. Gulrez’s voice is low and deep and it’s having an interesting effect on your body, making it hard for your brain to function.

Sighing, he asks, ‘‘Look… did I do something to offend you or something?’’

‘‘What?’’ You reply, looking at him shocked. ‘‘Of course not.’’

‘‘Are you sure? Because you’ve barely said two words to me and Ayaan told me last night you were acting really odd.’’

Inhaling deeply, you reply, ‘‘Yes, I’m sure.’’

‘‘Okay… So what's wrong then?... Is it the way I look? You’re not… scared of me, are you?’’ He asks, looking startled as if that thought had just occurred to him.

‘’What? No, of course not! Why would you ever think that?’’ You say incredulously.

Exhaling, he explains, ‘‘I thought that maybe you had seen me in here watching you, and then suddenly showing up at work last night… I just realized that could come across creepy…’’

Shaking your head smiling, you start to reply when you register what he had said. ‘‘Wait, you were watching me? In here?’’ You ask, shocked.

‘‘Yeah… You’re telling me you never noticed?’’ He asks dubiously.

‘‘No! Never…’’ you reply, shaking your head honestly. You cannot believe it. All that time, stealing glances at him, and he was doing the same? ‘‘Why? Why were you watching me?’’

‘‘Oh… Well, I uh… just, I thought you were beautiful. Are beautiful!’’ He says stuttering, hitting his palm off his head. ‘Ugh.. I’m such an idiot.’’

Giggling, you shake your head. ‘If you’re an idiot then I must be one, too,’’ you say. Taking a deep breath you tell him that you would often watch him when he came in to the shop.

‘‘Really? You’d watch me?’’ He asks, shaking his head in disbelief.

‘‘Yes.’’ You nod shyly, unable to meet his eyes. ‘‘I thought you were really cute the first time I saw you in here. I’ve been wanting to approach you for awhile but… couldn’t seem to find the courage.’’

Playing with your fingers, you meet his eye and watch as Gulrez grins widely, showing off his row of many sharp white teeth. ‘‘You think I’m cute?’’ He chirrups.

Biting your lip, flushing, you nod.

Chuckling, he replies, ‘‘I’m glad. I wanted to ask you out the first time I saw you, but I wasn’t sure how to go about it.’’ Shaking his head, he pauses to take a deep breath, and continues. ‘‘I’ve never… approached a human before. At first I was just worried you wouldn’t be interested in dating a monster, and then I thought that you and Latham might be… dating, I guess.’’

Laughingly, you shake your head. ‘‘No. We are definitely just friends,’’ you say, looking over at the avian. You see he’s standing, eyes glazed, staring at the human girl that he doesn’t have the courage to approach. You look back to Gulrez. ‘‘I found this place as soon as I moved the city and fell in love with it. Coming in everyday, we would talk all the time and he became a good friend.’’ You smile fondly.

‘‘I understand how you feel,’’ he smiles, looking around the shop. ‘‘This place is a bibliophile’s heaven.’’

‘‘It is that, and a tea lover’s,’’ You say, grinning.

Chuckling with a nod, he asks, ‘So, what brought you to the city?’’

You explain to him about your awful hometown, how an aunt you never knew you had, had left you a flat in the city in her will, letting you escape that place without having to worry about how you would be able to afford moving. You tell him that you’ve since discovered from your aunt’s journals that she had been disowned by her parents, your grandparents, for falling in love with an orc and that they had run off to the city to live happily in peace far away from the bad memories of that place.

He listens attentively as you tell him all this, shaking his head when appropriate, and when you explain to him that you feel upset that you never got to meet her because of your grandparents prejudice and bigotry, he clasps your hand in his own and rubs his thumb claw gently in circles around your palm.

Shaking your head to expel your sad thoughts, you smile and ask him about himself. He tells you that he’s always lived in the city, that he’s worked part time at The Bears Den for three years, as a side job while he studies medicine. You frown and squeeze his hand in sympathy when he divulges that his father died in an accident shortly after he was born, leaving his mother to raise him and three sisters.

Suddenly laughing, he says, ‘‘Being the only boy in the house was interesting, and I was the smallest, so my sisters never let me get away with anything.’’

‘‘Do all your mum and sisters still live in the city?’’ You ask smiling questionly.

‘‘No, only Berezira still lives in the city, she’s a dental nurse. Damsa got married last year and moved to her partner’s home town and Kaamisha... Well, she’s a traveling photographer so she doesn’t really live anywhere. My mother met another lizardfolk a couple of years ago and they decided to retire, moving to a small town down south.’’

Glancing at his watch, he suddenly exclaimed, ‘‘I need to go! I’ve got to get to class, but… will you meet me tonight? We can go see a movie or something?’’

‘‘Yeah, that sounds good,’’ you reply.

After making the arrangements for later, he dashes off with a wave and you watch as he leaves, wagging his tail as he goes. Giggling, you start gathering your things to leave yourself, when you catch Latham’s eye. Clicking his beak in curiosity, he beckons you over.

You spend some time chatting to Latham, explaining the circumstances which ultimately lead to your first date with Gulrez. He congratulates you, chirping in amusement at your excitement. Saying goodbye, he tells you to have fun, and you head home.

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You spend the rest of your day feeling restless and unable to sit still. You’ve tidied your flat, just in case Gulrez ends up back at yours, showered and prepared dinner. Time seems to drag until it’s suddenly time to leave to get to the cinema and your rushing out the door.

As your approaching the cinema you see Gulrez standing outside waiting. He looks good you think, swallowing with difficulty. He turns to see you and smiling widely, his tail arches and starts wagging. That has to be a sign of happiness, you think elatedly.

‘‘Hey,’’ he says as you reach him.

‘‘Hi,’’ you smile stupidly.

‘’Shall we go in?’’ He asks.

You end up watching some action flick, but if in any one asked you after to explain the plot, you wouldn’t have been able to. You spend most of the night glancing towards Gulrez and studying his features. You would feel embarrassed, but you often catch him doing the same. Sitting with your arm resting against his, you can feel the bumpy ridges of his skin, and it takes every bit of your willpower not to turn around in your seat and explore that skin with your hands.

Once the movies done, he walks you home, tentatively taking your hands in his. You smile at him and the two of you make light conversation. Outside your door, he raises your hand and rubs his snout across the back of it, in what you assume must be a lizard folks version of a kiss.

‘‘I’d like to take you out again soon. I’m in class all day tomorrow and working in the evening but I’m free the day after… if you want to go out with me again?’’ He asks shyly, still holding your hand.

‘‘I’d like that.’’ You say nodding. ‘‘I’m working all week in the evenings, but my days are free.’’

‘‘Oh yeah, I forgot, I’ll get to see you at work,’’ he says, laughing.

A dreadful thought occurs to then and you have to ask. ‘‘Is it okay for us to date? Like... there’s not a work rule that says employees can’t, is there?’’ You say, frowning in alarm. You really liked Gulrez but you also really liked your job. You hoped you didn’t have to choose one over the other.

‘‘No,’’ he says, chuckling. ‘‘Bernard would never make such a rule... It would be grossly unfair to some of the non-humans who work there.’’

‘‘What do you mean?’’

‘‘Well… take werewolves for example, they often know their mates when they find them, sometimes recognising them on sight. And if they happen to find their mate in the workplace, no silly rule is going to stop them from claiming them,’’ He replies, shaking his head.

‘’Right. I never thought of that…’’

‘‘As long as we don’t let this…’’ he points between the two of you, ‘‘effect our work then the boss doesn’t care what we do in our free time.’’

‘‘Right… well, that's good,’’ you say smiling.

Nodding, and with a grin he squeezes your hand, ‘‘I’ll see you tomorrow then…’’

‘‘Goodnight,’’ you say softly, and before you lose your nerve, stretch up and kiss his snout. Turning quickly, you unlock your door, and hearing him mumble goodnight you glance his way seeing that he looks dazed. Giving a shy wave, you enter your home and close the door. Leaning back against the door, you touch your hand to your heart and feel it beating fast, you grin happily and head to bed.

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