#lizardman x human

[monstersflashlight]

do you have anything about some sort of reptile-based monster that involves hemipenes? i think it’s a very cool way to do double penetration with only one top

A/N: First part of this was one of the stories in the 10k followers event (find it here). Enjoy!

Lizard-brain: the research

Lizardman x fem!reader || double penetration, hemi-peens, tail play, light choking, exhibitionism, dirty talk (low key)

When he pulled out, you felt your holes twitching at the same time a mechanical voice said from the speakers: “You did well, researcher, very interesting data was recorded.” Shit, you forgot there were people watching and probably saw you get fucked within an inch of your life. All your coworkers just watched you getting double creampied by a giant lizard-man. Great.

You were allowed to go home after that, your boss telling you to go clean yourself and the next day you could go over the data with them. Your lizard mate wasn’t happy about it, but he complied knowing he could see you the next day. You felt many emotions when you left the place, not ready to name any of them, you only showered and went to sleep, your body sore in the best way possible.

You arrived to the facility next day, and the first thing your boss said was: “We need you to do it again,” you looked at them confused, what the fuck did they mean.

“What?” You asked, looking at the monitors in the wall to try catch a sight of your mate.

He explained some of the data they collected, but how it was still very early in the research to know for sure, that’s why they said: “We need more data, and you are his mate after all.” You looked at him with understanding, your scientific brain already working all the possible conclusions of all the data collected so far and how much more you could know if you kept it. But also...

“I need to talk to him about this,” you told them. You had feelings for a big monster, and he considered you his mate, there was a lot of possible ethical problems there.

“Oh yes, it talks. True.” They said, but like it didn’t matter at all.

That infuriated you, but you swallowed your complaints, trying to understand why you felt so protective over him. And then it clicked, mate bonds weren’t only one way, he felt the mate bond, but you felt it back. You cemented your bond with sex and now you felt tied to him the same way he was tied to you. That realization should have scared you, but only made your stomach flip with butterflies. You had a mate. And that came with a new goal in mind: demonstrate that lizard-people could go outside and live like equals to humans. That started with proving your mate bond was true and necessary, scientifically. And if that meant to be fucked in front of some researcher, so be it.

The talk with your mate went as well as expected. He was more than okay with the idea of fucking you again, but not so keen on the idea of other people being there. But the head researcher insisted it was important for somebody to be in the room with you to catalog fine movements and reactions that cameras couldn’t capture. You agreed with them on that, that’s the only reason you accepted (nothing to do with the fact that you might or might not have a bit of an exhibitionist kink).

And that’s why you were naked over a medical bed with your lizard-man mate over your body and a researcher standing a few meters away. Your pussy was already wet, needy and desperate to be filled to the brim again. Your lizard mate was looking at you intensely, caressing your body with one hand as he jerked his upper dick with the other. You knew this position meant big dick downstairs, and you were already anticipating the stretch.

He approached you and rubbed his small upper dick against your entrance. “Good job, keep going,” the researcher instructed. “Touch her pussy.”

Your lizard stopped and turned to look at them. “Don’t tell me what to do with my mate,” he growled, making the researcher step back and cover their mouth. “You are here because she wanted it, but I will kill you if you say more,” the danger in his tone indicated he wasn’t kidding. And it made your clit tingle.

You reached up to touch his face and redirect his attention to you, rolling your hips to feel his dick against your needy pussy. He pushed his dick slowly, breathing hard over you, his eyes never leaving yours. You could hear his tail thrashing behind him as you caressed his head with your short nails. He purred, making you giggle as he pushed his upper dick a bit further inside your pussy. The groan he got in response made him chuckle as you felt his claws probing your asshole.

“Are you going to be a good mate today, too?” His question was filled with hope, and you could only nod, trusting him and his magic precum to make it possible. Seeing as you woke up without any pain, you guessed the magic was more than great and would help you out this time around, too. “Such a good mate for me, your holes are so perfect,” he was talking to you but not really. He seemed far away, like your pussy was transporting him into another dimension.

He started rubbing his big dick against your asshole, and you instantly felt the calmness and relaxation of his precum, allowing him to push the tip inside. You cried out, way too big. There was no pain, but the stretch was noticeable as he kept going, and going, and going… By the time he was fully inside you were breathing hard and he had crazed eyes. It was intoxicating.

“How is he doing that?” The researcher asked out loud, stepping a bit closer and earning themselves a warning growl.

“Ssssshut up!” Your lizard mate hissed in their direction, his pace fluttering at the distraction.

“But I-” The researcher tried again.

You looked over at them, trying to move your hips to get your mate to move again. “I will fill a report later,” you told them between pants.

“But I-,” they insisted.

It was enough. “SHUT UP!” You yelled at them as your lizard man stopped moving completely to glare at you, surprised. “Shut the fuck up and I will answer the questions, but you won’t be able to get any responses if you don’t shut up and let my mate fuck me senseless,” you let out between your teeth.

Said mate liked your outburst very much, soon grabbing your face forcefully to look at you. He started fucking you with intent then, the combination of his dicks inside of you driving you insane in a matter of seconds. He reached you neck and squeezed, feeling the vibrations of your moans against his hand and increasing his thrusts to make you lose your mind.

You felt something different this time, the tip of his scaled tail reaching around his body to rub against your clit. The textured surface made you see stars and the universe as he played with you in every way, taking your pleasure to the next level. It was exhilarating, your mouth open and your head thrown back as he fucked you like a machine.

He lowered his body, whispering against your ear: “Come for me, my mate, let me feel your holes milking me.” And like a good girl, you exploded into a million pieces as he growled over you and painted your insides with his cum.

This time around he didn’t stop, though. He kept fucking you for what felt like hours, probably were. You forgot everything about research and people watching, you forgot everything about your boss and the world. You could only focus on his dicks inside of you and his tail rubbing your clit until you came so many times that you had to ask for mercy, which he sweetly complied. He kissed your forehead and pulled out, leaving you messy and exhausted.

Once again you found yourself creampied in front of all your colleagues. Your job was suddenly a lot more interesting than two days ago.

[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.

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[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!

[frostsinth]

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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[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

[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.

[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

[findinghiddenisles]

My heart ❤️🥺💖💙🥺

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. 

Keep reading

[monstersmutpeddler]

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!

[frostsinth]

A Line in the Sand - Pt. 2

Intro - Part 1| - MasterList

Another part of this lovely Lizardman for @ivymemnoch​‘s commissioned Monster Match. It’s fun to have all these lovely little misunderstandings between them. In this section, Devaraj’s reveals a bit more about his profitable work, and Sera thinks about taking off.

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In the end, I’m not sure what woke me. Was it the soft thrum of insects, waking with the first rays of dawn? Or perhaps it was the soft twitter of birds, that grew from a petering distant echo to a soothing trill around me. I remember hearing the soft snorting huff of Nur, sensing the big draft had wandered close to my sleeping spot. Feeling his heavy steps shake the ground slightly before he drifted off again. Whatever the cause, my eyes slowly opened, and a yawn stretched my mouth.

It took me a few belated moments to reconcile my current place with my memories of the previous evening. I blinked groggily a few times, rolling and looking about. As my brain woke more, I considered the soft tented cloth over my head, and the warm bedroll around me. The scent of sand came to my mind, but not to my nose, and I realized I was alone in the makeshift shelter once more.

I rolled again, shifting and shaking the last of the sleep from my eyes. Managing to pull myself up and look around the small clearing. But the reptilian man was nowhere to be seen. Nur stood by the side of the small nest we had made, snuffing and huffing at some dried branches. The saddle and bags were still where I had left them the night before. So wherever he had gone… It couldn’t have been far…

“...Shri?” I called hesitantly, rubbing at my arms as I emerged from the soft warmth of the blankets. There was no answer, and straining my ears, no sound of movement.

Slowly, I crawled out from beneath the tent, peering between the bows and trunks of the trees around us. I could just make out the road in the distance, and sighed as the soft crackle of leaves crunched under my boots. For a moment, I thought this might be a blessing… and opportunity to escape. Certainly he was out of sight and earshot, and he had opportunely left all of his supplies behind. I wandered over to the bags, glancing at Nur almost guiltily as if the horse might betray my malicious thoughts. I shifted from foot to foot, glancing about. But I was confident the strange man was nowhere near.

I kneeled beside the bags, and started to reach out to one. Then I hesitated. A flash of intense yellow eyes, the glint of teeth. Not frightening, but instead… friendly. Welcoming. Kind. I sighed again, shaking my head at the nerve of my conscience and dropping my hand. I also couldn’t quite shake the reminder of his words when I had asked him if he was worried I might steal from him; “You could certainly try. It would be amusing.” … I wondered if perhaps there was a magical charm on the items, or if there was some sort of anti-thief trap… Well, I would just wait, I determined. Until we reached the next town. That way, I wouldn’t have to risk anything nor take his supplies, and could simply slip away into the shadows. Honestly, it was probably for the best I left. I doubted he knew exactly what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into when he had signed me on.

Shaking myself again, I stood and slowly pivoted on one foot. Looking around the small clearing again. Wondering where exactly my new ‘employer’ had gone. I walked over to Nur, who lifted his behemoth head as I approached and wuffed softly, his huge flanks fluttering with the deep breath. He nudged me with his big nose, his nostrils flaring, and being that his head was almost the size of my entire torso, even that gentle touch had me staggering a step to maintain my balance. He snorted again, taking a step towards me and flattening his forelock against my chest. I scratched behind his speckled grey ears absent-mindedly, still looking about.

“Do you know where he went?” I asked the gelding, then had to jerk back to avoid being tossed aside as he lifted his head and shook it with another loud snort. I smiled, wondering if that was a real answer, and patted his velvety nose. “Well, I suppose I should go look for him then?”

Nur looked at me with his big, dark eyes, and no answer seemed forthcoming. I ran my hand up and down his nose, then turned and considered my options. The way back towards the road seemed mostly clear; unless he had gone there and travelled up or down its length a ways, I should be able to see him from where we were camped. So that left the notion that he had headed deeper into the woods. I gave Nur a final pat, then began to pick my way through the woods beyond.

“Shri?” I called softly, the unfamiliar word still heavy on my tongue. 

I was careful to keep a scan of the surroundings as I moved, not wanting to accidentally miss him during my search. I doubted that would be very likely; even with the vegetation, the man was far too large and broad to simply hide in plain sight. Though his mottled green scales might blend rather well with the shifting foliage. The chill night before reminded me that fall would be upon us sooner rather than later, though the air was very mild now. I wondered briefly how the cold-blooded lizard man would fare in the snows, and had an amusing image of him hibernating in a log cabin with a roaring fire and a bloated belly. A few yards in, I heard the sound of running water; perhaps a small stream nearby. I decided that it might have also drawn his attention, and turned to make my way towards it.

I caught sight of his shoulders between the trunks of the trees, and almost sighed with relief. I didn’t notice until I had broken through the treeline that it was not the beaten grey of his cloak that caught the fresh morning sunlight, but the green of his bare scales. A delayed heartbeat later, I realized he was completely without clothes again. I nearly fell over as I staggered to a halt, frozen in place by the full sight of him, unobscured by steam or darkness.

The crisp golden rays splashed down his broad shoulders, pricking his mottled green into a smoky emerald color. The scales looked smooth, and rippled as he drew in long, deep breaths. His broad shoulders were squared, and I was again stunned by their width, at least double my own. From this angle I could clearly see the base of his four dark grey horns protruding from his skull before curling forward, and the delicate fan of the leathery skin on the top of his head between the spikes. I followed the curve of his spine down his muscular back, each muscle more pronounced and defined by the shape of his large scales. Tracing down to the point of his spine, just about his bottom, where his tail protruded. It was long and thick, perhaps thicker than my thigh, with a flat top studded with the soft flat spikes on either ridge. I hadn’t gotten nearly so good a look at it before... I wondered how much he could move it. He had it half curled around, forming a semi-circle around his large, muscular legs which were neatly folded in a criss-cross pattern beneath him. I could see his huge arms were relaxed, palms resting open on his knees and the soft yellow/cream color of the scales there bathing in the light.

“Good morning, Sera.” He called lightly without looking over his shoulder. His thick voice had me jumping in surprise. I saw his head tilt, saw the flash of his yellow eye as he considered me out of its corner. “I trust you slept well.”

If he was upset I had been spying on him, he didn’t show it. Nor did he seem particularly concerned that he was completely without clothes; I noticed them folded neatly into a pile beside him. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the pulsing of my blood beneath my cheeks.

“Ah… Apologies, shri… I did not mean-”

He made a noise deep in his chest, shaking his great horned head. “I am merely greeting the sun, Sera. There is no need for your words.” The tip of his tail twitched. “Come, join me.”

“Greeting the sun?” I echoed, venturing closer tentatively.

He nodded looking up at me. Even sitting, his head was nearly to my shoulders. “Yes. I believe it is similar to how you humans… what is the term, break fast?”

I started to answer, then suddenly gave a soft ‘eep!’ instead as his hand wrapped around my wrist and yanked, firmly but gently. I tumbled onto his lap, and he wrapped his huge arms around me. I was so startled, my mouth dropped open, and I froze. A deep rumble formed in his chest, vibrating against my cheek, and his thick flat tail came around and dropped heavily across my lap. Further entombing me in his embrace.

“W-what are you doing?” I stammered, so surprised I forgot to try to wriggle free.

His scaled brows were arched slightly when I finally managed to pull my head far enough back to look up at him. I stiffened as I felt the tip of his tail flick where it had fallen on the inside of my thigh. A fresh wave of heat washed through me, and not all of it went to my face. Pressed against him, I was once again surrounded by the scent of sand. His scales were smooth and silky over his firm muscles, and I was given the distinct expression of touching a rock that had been warmed by the sun. Part of me wanted to run my hands over those scales. To feel the grooves and see if they lifted and overlapped or met carefully at the edges. 

“I am returning your warmth, Sera. As you so kindly shared yours with me last night.” His words brought me to the present and I jumped a little. He titled his head curiously to the side. “Though you seem quite warm already. Have you been sunbathing as well?”

“N-no,” I finally remembered how to move, and started to wriggle, trying to right myself and scramble out of his arms, “I just woke up and found you gone so-”

“Ah, I forget that humans do not sunbathe. Save for pleasure.”

I found the way his tongue rolled over the word ‘pleasure’ was far too much for me. He unwrapped his arms but otherwise did not try to help or hinder my fight to regain my feet. I clumsily rolled from his lap onto the soft grass in front of him first onto my bottom then settling on my knees, glancing up at him through my lashes. His long scaled lips curled back again, revealing those sharp teeth in what I assumed was a smile. His tongue slipped out, and I swallowed hard again as a tingling rush went through my body. I cleared my throat, and rubbed at the back of my neck.

“How long have you been out here?” I asked, trying to change the subject and looking for something else to stare at besides his broad chest.

He gave a soft hmm, eyelids drooping in a pleased manner. “As soon as the air began to warm this morning. But now that you are up, we can be on our way.”

I fell back on my hands as he stood, his big body moving with a languid grace that I found surprising for his size. I craned my head back to look up at him, and couldn’t help my jaw dropping open a bit. By the Gods he was big… and there was far too much of him to see without his clothes. I couldn’t help skimming my eyes over a particularly private point between his hips (if only ever so briefly on the way up to his face) and was slightly surprised to see… nothing. The same smooth scales of his stomach as far as my quick glance had perceived. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed. My mind wandered dangerously and I felt my cheeks flushing darker. He offered me that toothy, lipless grin again and his large clawed hand. I wondered if he knew what I was thinking, and my guilt had me hot at the collar as I sheepishly put my hand in his.

“Why not head back,” He told me as he gently pulled me to my feet, “Start packing camp while I get dressed. We should be able to reach the next town in an hour or two, and can have our meal at their tavern. Yes?”

I nodded, my tongue still too large for my mouth and my head still buzzing with thoughts that really should never be brought to light. I didn’t wait for further instruction, heading back between the boughs. Within a few minutes, I broke through the trees to find Nur nosing the tent canvass curiously. He raised his big head when I approached, and gave a huff that sounded oddly disinterested for a horse. I patted his velvety nose briefly, then went about rolling back up the tent and bedroll and tying it tight. Trying hard to dislodge the image of sun warmed scales from my mind. I was just hoisting up the saddle with both hands when Devaraj returned, his scarf hanging loose about his shoulders but otherwise fully dressed again. I couldn’t help the wandering eye that drifted down the edge of his low collar as he strode over.

“Excellent, thank you, Sera.” He praised me, taking the saddle from me and easily slinging it over Nur’s back. The draft bobbed his head almost eagerly.

I was glad he had returned when he did; I wasn’t sure I would easily be able to reach the big horse’s back. As he secured the straps, I gathered up the bags and bedroll over my shoulders and carried them over.

“Do you have… business in the next town?” I asked, curious despite myself. I realized suddenly that my opportunity to part ways with the reptilian man would be coming sooner than expected... It left me with a strange tingling regret in my chest.

“Not in the town, as such, but in their crypt.” He told me, taking the bundles and slinging them behind the saddle. I moved around to the other side to secure them there.

“Their crypt?” I echoed, surprised. 

“Yes, crypt is where-”

“I know what a crypt is,” I interrupted, and slipped under Nur’s neck to come around to the same side as him again, “But what business do you have at a crypt??”

His toothy grin returned. “Ah, I am what my people call a prizrasha. A… charmer, I suppose would be the best translation. Of spirits.”

“...Excuse me?”

“Yes? Do you need to pass?” He looked at me, his fierce eyes curious. “Why do you say ‘excuse me’? Do you need some time to yourself?”

“No.. I mean... “ I shook my head, blinking stupidly a few times trying to sort myself out. “I-I said it like… excuse me, as in I’m not sure… I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”

“Ah! Excellent, I did not know this.” He started to turn back to finishing securing the saddle and removing Nur’s hobble. “I said I was a prizrasha, as my people call us. And we are spirit charmers.”

“Y-yes, I heard the words,” I stammered, stepping out of the way as he moved to secure the reins and flip them over the gelding’s head, “I’m just not certain I understand what you mean by… “spirit charmers”.”

“Hmm.” He patted Nur’s flank, turning to look at me. “I suppose it is a rather inadequate description.” He stood by his mount’s head, taking up the reins and jerking his chin towards the road as he began to lead him out. “What is it that your people call ‘spirits’?”

“A ghost.” I replied, following him hesitantly. “A phantom. The… spirit of someone who has died that lingers on this plane.” I tried to keep the shiver from my voice.

He nodded along as I spoke. “I believe I see. This is a part of it, I am sure. However, I suppose the translation is poor… Nessiim have a stronger word for it. The dushrasha. It is the spirit of those who have passed, yes, but it is also in those still living.” He paused, seeming to struggle for words. “It is… hard to explain in this tongue.”

“So… What is it that you do with the… dushrasha?” I asked timidly, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. If I had thought him strange before, I certainly found my previous thoughts on him downright dull compared to them now.

“I charm them.” He replied, his voice light with the teasing tone returned to it. “A prizrasha speaks to the spirit and can cure what ails it. It is a form of healing that is not limited to the living.”

We had reached the road now, and Devaraj pivoted Nur to face the right direction before turning to me. I took a step back warily, then stopped myself. I placed a steadying hand on the draft’s flank, turning over his words in my head.

“... I-I’m still not sure I understand what it is you do-”

“It is rather simple, I suppose,” He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at me with his head tilted to the side, “A prizrasha is uniquely skilled at dealing with all manner of things. Sometimes, I am called to deal with a so-called malevolent spirit, other times to heal someone deeply scarred beyond the reach of local healers. Yet other times, to deal with untamable beasts.”

I opened my mouth to say more, but was silenced by the gasp that escaped instead as he hoisted me up, his big hands scooping around my waist, and sat me at the horn of the saddle. I quickly adjusted, swinging one leg over so I could properly sit rather than riding side-saddle again. A breath later the leather squeaked as he bounded up into place behind me. I tried not to stiffen as I felt the rough material of his tunic brush my back. Nur was already moving before he had fully settled, eager to be off.

“And for this particular… job?” I managed, my voice whisper soft.

“A dushrasha has been harassing the town, or so I am told.” He explained. “I will be seeing what ails it, and hopefully helping it leave this plane to its final resting place.”

A shiver went down my spine, and I jumped a little as his big arm came around my hips. Perhaps it was meant as a reassuring gesture, but instead it had me swallowing the lump that formed in my throat at his words. It’s fine, I told myself, you’ll be leaving soon. It doesn’t matter what he does.

“Have I upset you?” He asked as he used his big thighs to steer Nur around a deep rut in the road. I was surprised that his voice sounded… concerned.

“Ah.. n-no shri.” I assured him, and hoped again that part of his strangeness did not extend to being able to detect a lie. “I am just… surprised…”

“Dushrasha are not evil, Sera, even those without a body left on the mortal plane.” He told me as we rode along. “Most are pained, or tied by some grief or unfinished business. In both the living and the dead.” I felt his chin come to rest on the top of my head. “Think of me as a Healer, though perhaps at times this word is also a stretch.”

I nodded, falling silent. Trying to reconcile with the writing snake that was my stomach turning knots in my gut. We rode quietly for a time, and I tried not to pay too much attention to the soft sensation of his chest rising and falling against my back. I jumped again as his arm coiled about my middle suddenly flexed.

“If you are afraid, Sera… Please do not be.” He told me, his muzzle now beside my ear. My eyes flicked to the corners, as if they would be able to see him from there without moving my head. His long tongue flicked out, nearly grazing my cheek as it did. “I will keep you safe. No harm shall come to you, I promise.”

I felt my blush returning, and dipped my chin down. A thousand different possible responses came to my lips, but I could abide by none of them passing beyond. So I remained silent, giving only another curt nod in response.

It mattered not, within another hour we were at our destination. A small hamlet with a dozen buildings or so clustered around a main field. There were other houses in the distance, likely farmers and hunters. I doubted there were many people here who did not live off the land. We rode over a crest in the hill, then down the long muddy road. Heads raised as we passed, and whispers were quickly exchanged. I saw more than a few shoulders tense and hands go for the nearest item passable for a weapon. I shifted in the saddle, but a glance over my shoulder did not reveal how Devaraj felt about his welcome.

We rode unmolested into the center of town, stopping beside the tavern (as indicated by an old swinging sign in the shape of a foaming mug over its door). Nur tossed his head and snorted in irritation, obviously displeased with the likelihood of being stalled again. He scooped one meaty hoof into the soft ground, tossing clumps behind him as Devaraj slid from the saddle behind me.

“Go and procure us some food, yes?” He told me as he helped me down from the saddle. “I will secure Nur and bring in our bags. Then we shall notify the town leaders that we have arrived.”

I glanced over his shoulder at the numerous eyes lingering on us as he dug through the purse at his hip and pressed a few coins into my hands. Based upon what I saw, I doubted very much we would need to announce our arrival.

But I did as I was told and turned to duck into the tavern. Ignoring the eyes following me and the whispers brushing just beneath the scope of my hearing. I wondered briefly how good Devaraj’s hearing was.

The tavern was dim, dusty, and in disrepair. There were a few patchy holes in the rafters that allowed thin beams of broken sunlight to filter past the old wooden frame and hit the dirt ground below, and were the main source of late as the windows were far too grimy to provide much. A spattering of tables, mostly empty save for a few seedy sorts nursing chipped mugs, and a greasy bar at the far wall that looked as though it had seen better days. A few heads raised as the door thunked closed behind me, but interest was quickly lost in favor of whatever content they sipped from their cups. I made my way over to the bar, where a large bellied man sat rubbing at a mug with a dirty cloth.

“Ay, miss, what’ll ye need?” He asked as I approached, his voice gruff but polite.

I nodded to him in greeting. “Two breakfast plates. Sausage, egg, biscuits. The whole works if you have it.”

He returned my nod, placing the cup on the counter and slinging the cloth over his shoulder. “No’ a problem, miss. That’ll be three piece, yeah?” When I dropped the coin in his extended meaty hand, he gave me a cheery, broken toothed grin. “Ye’ll be wanting something to wet yer palate too?”

“Ale would be fine.” I replied, leaning against the bar for a moment and glancing around. The man disappeared into the back room, and I heard pots clanging and the creak of a stove cover opening.

I lingered for a minute on my meal request. Wondering if it would be sufficient. After all, I had forgotten to ask what Nessiim ate. I chewed over this for another moment, before a sudden wave of realization washed over me like a bucket of cold water splashed at my back. This was my opportunity. Devaraj would be otherwise occupied, and I could easily make myself scarce even in a town as small as this. Maybe even catch a ride with a traveling merchant or farmer to the next town. Certainly I didn’t want to have anything to do with his… work. A shiver worked its way down my spine at the thought of our earlier conversation. But it was quickly replaced by the skipping beat of my heart in my breast at the memory of his muzzle next to my ear… I will keep you safe. No harm shall come to you, I promise... I rubbed my fingers against the worn wood of the bar, trying and failing to assess why I suddenly felt so reluctant to leave. I had always been on my own, for as long as I could remember. What could possibly make me want to change that now? I glanced about again as my anxiousness rose, and my palms itched to relieve the room of their valuables, sparse as the pickings would be. Something to take my mind off… I shook my head and sighed. Resisting the urge.

The door thunked open again and I peeked over my shoulder to watch the reptilian man duck his huge horned head to fit beneath its frame. His entrance had the current patrons reacting much differently than my own; I saw them stiffen, uncurling from over their drinks and wary scowls quickly forming on their lips. If he noticed, Devaraj made no indication. His sharp yellow eyes settled on me and he gave a gentle nod before making his way over to an empty corner table. The closest adjacent table’s occupants quickly took their leave, gathering their things and scuttling to another table. I frowned, surprised by the abject fear I felt wafting off the patrons. Sure, he was an unusual specimen. But he was hardly aggressive looking... Or was I simply biased now?

I pivoted to attend to the barkeep, who’s return had returned preceded by the creaking of hinges from the kitchen door. He had two iron plates piled high with greasy looking food, and he plopped them down in front of me.

“Lemme get yer ale, Miss.” He told me. I returned a polite smile.

“Hey! Scaly!” Came a loud voice from behind me, and I stiffened slightly. “What the hell is wrong with you? You some sort of… devil spawn?”

I turned in time to see one of the burlier men approaching the corner table boldly. His shirt was stained and filled with holes, and he had a large crooked nose he looked down to glare at Devaraj. He had nothing on my companion’s muscle, but was certainly tall and heavy set enough to cause trouble.

“Indeed not, sir.” Came the thick reply, and I noticed the reptilian man’s usually airy tone had been replaced by a twitchingly harsh edge.

“Don’t ‘sir’ me, scales. I’m not your sir.” Growled the man. “We don’t let devils around here.”

Devaraj blinked slowly at the man, and I noticed his long tongue dart out briefly. The man stiffened at the sight, his eyes widening by a hair. But then he gritted his teeth, and I noticed his fists ball. I quickly gathered the plates in hand and bustled over to the table.

“Apologies for the delay,” I told Devaraj quickly, laying a plate in front of him and deftly putting my body between him and the irritated patron, “I hope this will be to your satisfaction.”

“Oi!” Came the expected grunt from behind me. I turned, pretending to just have noticed the man. He looked me up and down, scowling. But I saw a seed of doubt forming in his eyes. “.. You know this beast?”

“Beast?” I scoffed, hand to my chest, “By all that is holy, you must be joking. You mean you don’t recognize him?? You are the true beast if you would think him as much!”

The man blinked stupidly, my insult flying over his head. “...Eh?”

I placed my hands on my hips. “Well, I do apologize, I had believed you to be a traveled and educated man who would know a Spirit Charmer when he saw one!” My dry tone was lost on him, and I sighed deeply. “And here we are, summoned by your own leaders and treated to such disrespect!”

I noticed the rest of the room suddenly rapt with full attention. I squared my shoulders and craned my neck up to look at the man before me. I saw him glance around to his companions, becoming more uncertain by the minute. He reached up and rubbed at the back of his neck.

“... Spirit Charmer, you say?”

“Yes! One of the best, for which I am certain you are all proud that your leaders were able to procure one of such notoriety!” I cocked my head to the side at him. “Unless we were mistakenly misinformed to your… troubles.”

I saw more than a few more spines stiffen, and the barkeep came slowly over with the two mugs of ale. I saw him eye Devaraj warily, then turned his attention back to me.

“Yer here about the spirit at the craig crypts?” He asked tentatively, placing the mugs on the table.

“The very ones.” I bluffed, hoping that was indeed what we were here for. “Have you been plagued long?”

The barkeep and his patron exchanged a look, and the crooked nosed man nodded slowly. “Ay, miss, we have. There’s a terrible keening most nights, and the things’ been killing sheep now… We’re worried it might be takin’ the children next.”

“Has anyone passed lately?” Devaraj asked, speaking up for the first time. “Or has the crypt been disturbed?”

“...There’s an old legend of a man who lived out by the craigs...” The barkeep answered hesitantly, glancing at the scaled man over my shoulder. “Folks’ be suspectin’ its his angry spirit hanging about.”

“Well then, it seems like my employer and I arrived just in time.” I exclaimed, hoping no one saw the nervous shiver down my spine at the mention of the spirit. “... Unless of course you’ve found an alternative method to deal with your spirit? We have many demands for his skills and would be happy to be on our way-”

“N-no ma’am… ah, miss…” The barkeep held up his hands, and even the crooked nosed patron shook his head sheepishly. “We be right glad yer… ‘employer’ is here.”

I cocked my head to the side again. “Are you now? Pardon, I was a bit confused by our welcome.”

When I looked pointedly at the other man, his face ruddied and he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Beggin’ your pardon, Miss… Sir,” He looked over my shoulder at Devaraj, bowing his head humbly, “I didn’t know… I won’t bother you further…” He bowed his head and quickly scuttled out the door.

“I am right sorry fer Kam, there,” the barkeep continued as the other patrons made a point to go back to whatever had been occupying them before, “None of us ‘ave been gettin’ a good sleep, right? An’ we havena seen a… a Spirit Charmer before…”

I stepped to the side, moving to take the bench across from Devaraj. “Certainly understandable, such a profession is rare in these parts, I am told, which is why it was wise of your leaders to send for one.” I looked him over, staying on my feet a moment longer. “My employer and I have travelled a long way to be here, I hope it is alright that we take a meal before speaking with them?”

“N-not at all!” He exclaimed, bobbing his fat chin nervously. I saw his eyes flicker back over to Devaraj, but quickly dropped his gaze. “We’re on edge, sir, I hope ye understand. Wut with all the… activity in the area.”

Devaraj nodded his long chin, but otherwise said nothing. The barkeep stuttered out a final apology as well as a farewell, then moved back to his place at the bar. Leaving us alone to our meal. I picked up the biscuit, which was still warm from the oven, and broke it in half between my hands. An uneasy murmur had settled through the tavern, but other than a curious eye here and there, we were left to ourselves.

“That was expertly handled, Sera,” Mused my companion quietly, picking up his mug and giving it a curious sniff, “I do not believe I have ever had such an easy introduction.”

I scoffed softly, staring down at my food and chewing slowly. “That was easy?”

“By comparison, yes.” I peeked up at him through my lashes to see his elongated mouth stretching into a closed mouth smile. “I am pleased you decided to take my employment offer.”

I nodded lightly, hiding a blush and the stab of guilt that came from the thought of what might have happened had I decided to abandon him just a short while earlier… I took a quiet sip of my ale, then gestured to his plate after I replaced my cup on the table.

“I-I wasn’t sure if you would mind a traditional breakfast… Do you have a food preference?”

He chuckled lightly, and I watched as he took a bite of the sausage. “I do not. I am content with whatever meal I can procure. Though I must say,” He managed to smack his scaly lips, “This is better than I have yet had in your lands. It smells quite good.”

Another stab of guilt, wondering exactly had he been eating before that this greasy slop seemed so decadent to him. I swallowed my mouthful and took up another. As I took another swig of my ale, I used the opportunity to glance about again discretely. But it seemed we would not be bothered again, though I was certain our appearance would still be on the villagers’ lips for many days to come.

“You are good at this, Sera,” He intoned, and I turned my attention back to him, “One day in and you have already proved your worth tenfold.” He tilted his big horned head to the side and snaked his long tongue out at me. “Perhaps you deserve a raise.”

I choked on a quiet laugh, shaking my head. “You haven’t paid me yet… Besides, I’d settle for my own bedroll…” A blush rose to my cheeks. “And a horse… if possible.”

“Hmmm.” Came his response, and his thin nostrils flared slightly. “I will miss your warmth when we ride, but understand it might not be most ideal for you.” A finalizing nod. “We shall procure you a mount before we depart then.”

“H-how long will that be?” I asked curiously.

“Depends on the situation with this spirit. But I suspect it shan’t be more than a day or two at most to soothe its ails and bring some peace back to this town.” He took a large mouthful, scarfing it back with a pleased rumble in his deep chest. I watched his throat ripple as he swallowed. “There will be a contract ready by the time we finish, I am certain.”

That gave me a start. “... We?”

His toothy grin returned. “But of course! I shall be most grateful for your assistance, Sera!”

I pushed my plate away, unfinished. Suddenly having lost my appetite.

....

UPDATE: Part Three HERE

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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

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Random  NWH  thought  which means  obviously  there’s  a  spoiler  below.

“We  are  the  next  stage  in  human  evolution...”

Both  Norman  Osborne  and  Lizardman  said  that  line  in  the  film  although  when  Norman  said  it,  he  had  a  very  eloquent,  Magneto-like  speech  to  follow.  My  inner  Erik  had  this  shit  eating  grin  on  his  face  while  Charles  was  like  ‘oh  great.  Another  one.’

But  basically  Norman  was  all  ‘we  are  the  next stage  in  evolution.  We’re  gods  among  men.  We  don’t  need  fixing...’ (  LITERALLY  A  QUOTE  FROM  OLD  MAN  MAGNETO  in  X-3  )

If  that  ain’t  the  entire  plotline  of  every  xmen  movie  ever  then  i  don’t  know  what  is.

I  NEED  THEM  TO  QUIT  PLAYING  WITH  MY  FEELINGS  AND  GIVE  ME  MY  MUTANTS. 

Although  my  hats  off  to  William  Dafoe.  He  still  the  goat.