Medusa And The Blind Woman In Love

Love is in the air 🖤🗡💀

Agape

Rating: G

Words: 1.6k

Tags: fluff, cutagens, wintering at Kaer Morhern, purring

The cruel northern winter has set a chill deep in Geralt’s bones that even two pairs of socks can’t fix. Jaskier helps.

Beta-ready by: @mirkwood​

A/N: This is actually the first time i’ve written a propper character pairing since i was 16! I know it’s very different from the usual stuff i write but this is just where my interests have taken me :) I’m actually really enjoying this fandom atm!

Sorry to bombard you with 2 Witcher posts in 1 week - I’ve created Witcher Wednesdays in my schedule now so business will resume as usual from next week :)

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The library was warm when Jaskier entered, a contrast to the dank, gloomy corridors of the keep. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth on one side of the room, casting dancing shadows over the bookcases and the face of the room’s single occupant.

“Geralt?” Jaskier asked, taking several steps forward and shutting the door behind him so the warmth didn’t escape. He was dressed only in his nightclothes, feet bare against the stone floor. “It’s late, are you coming to bed?” He asked.

Geralt grunted from his seat on the sofa, a deep frown on his face as his eyes stayed fixed on the book in his lap. The witcher was swaddled up in a thick woolen blanket, one of the few luxuries he allowed himself against the cold this deep into winter. Only his head and hands poked from the fabric.

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All I want is a giant orc girlfriend who lets me play with her hair.

Is that really too much to ask for

So LGBTQ+ is now completely illegal in Russia. I wonder if anyone going to talk about that. I'm so tired

Some submissive monsters pleeaassseee any kind really just sweet and doting and sub I’m begging you

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Have nearly 3000 words of powerful yet submissive alien. I hope this suits? Sorry I sat on it for a while - I hope you remember asking for it… 

NSFW, with a little warning for brief mention of needles and wounds.

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You encountered more kinds of xeno-anatomy in your first sixmonths aboard the ship than you’d seen in your whole six years of med schoolback on Earth. This was an alliance battle cruiser, so you had a regular stream of everyshape and size of soldier imaginable coming through the med bay.

The ship’s doctor, Maehve, was a seven foot tall J’Hantahriwho brooked no nonsense when it came to her med bay. It tended to keep thenewer recruits from going there on a whim to get out of training exercises, andsoldiers who had a firm hand tended to sit still long enough to get patched up.

Maehve had four stomachs and you suspected that all of themwere made of iron, because you’d never seen her so much as flinch as shetreated detached shells, torn limbs, shattered horns, acid-spit burns, rupturedthese and broken those. She also liked to boss you around, which grated. Youached to be the one giving orders for a change, but with your rank, the chancesof that were lower than your chances of finding a decent chocolate bar on board.

One sol, the First Officer himself was brought into the medbay with a huge blaster wound in his ribcage. Apparently a mission to a hostileplanet for negotiations had failed and they’d barely made it out at all.

The hulking Kharmorian was even taller than Maehve, and hewas twice as wide. His skin was black as ink, and covered in microscopic flecksof pearly white, like stars in the endless view from the observation deck. Sixeyes, arranged three on each side of his head, glared out from a flat face,with slit nostrils that flared occasionally as his pain mounted. Thick, viscousdrool was occasionally known to slip from a mouth that was full of razor sharpteeth, cylindrical, transparent, and gleaming like polished crystal, and hisjaw unhinged to gape wide enough to swallow your entire head whole if he wasreally in a rage. Or in the canteen after a workout.

In short, he was nine foot of pure muscle, and rumour had ithis saliva was poisonous. But that might just have been his temper.

And here he was, cursing in his guttural, native Kharmorian,and looking like he was about to try and eat Maehve whole, her chitinousplating be damned. Inadvisable, youthought with a smile.

His muscles were gorgeous as he gripped the edge of thestretcher, snapping and snarling as Maehve lowered her mandibled face towardthe wound and chittered angrily before prodding carefully with one of her morehumanoid hands. She had a lot of hands.

He hissed at her, and as his mouth opened, you saw the hugeteeth, transparent and beautiful in the harsh light of the med bay. He had two tongues, you discovered, biting yourlip to keep from smiling. He was really very beautiful, if… intimidating.

“Don’t you dare take that tone with me,” Maehve rattled,utterly unfazed by his display, her dry voice full of command.

To your astonishment, the massive First Officer went utterlystill. His torso was still clenched, however, and Maehve twitched her head likea mantis. She cuffed him on the side of his head. She actually cuffed the First Officer as though hewere no more than a disobedient child to be disciplined.

“Lie back down. Don’t move.”

Again, an almost imperceptible shiver ran through him, andhe went slack on the gurney.

“Good.”

His legs, thick and muscular and speckled with morepearlescent white dots, shook and he tipped his head back, all six of his eyesclosing.

Interesting.

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Ravadhi (Part 4)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Female Human x Male Half-Orc Additional Tags: Exophilia, Orc, Half-Orc, Orc Boyfriend, Interspecies Romance, Angst, Slow Burn Content Warnings: Domestic Abuse, Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Attempted Sexual Assault, Alcoholism, Drug Abuse, Drug Addiction, Racism, Implied Molestation, Child Neglect, Child Abandonment  Words: 4309

After a frightening middle-of-the-night phone call, Holly is hospitalized and Ravadhi is arrested. Ravadhi has to find a way to protect Sarah while in a jail cell. My sweet baby boy Tumble and his wife and children make an appearance! Please leave feedback!

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Ravadhi raced back to Holly’s house, where all the lights were still off. He had been trying to keep her talking, but she was losing speech quickly.

“Where are you, honey?” He asked quietly over his cell phone.

“In the back… under my window,” She wheezed, her breathing horribly shallow. “Left side.”

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Monsters and Maw Masterlist - Part One

Part Two can be found here*

*since I maxed out the number of links you can put in a single post. How’s that for an achievement!

Newer stories at the bottom. Be sure to check the original post (not just reblogs) for updates! 

Short stories masterlist can be found here!

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Orc lover (Khuruz) x fem reader Part One (sfw) | Part Two (sfw) | Part Three (mostly sfw) | Part Four (sfw) | Part Five - Final (nsfw) 

Shadow (nsfw)

Hellhound (Ranek) (nsfw)

Shadow Monster x Fem Reader (nsfw)

Deaf werewolf Part One  (sfw)  Part Two (slight nsfw) x reader (poly, two male werewolves, Rowan and Caleb x reader)

Fem!Werewolf in heat with lone male alpha Part One (nsfw)  Part Two (nsfw) - Part Two is an anon submission, not my writing, but I feel it definitely deserves to go here. 

Gargoyle lover x fem reader (Alesh) Part One (nsfw) Part Two (nsfw)

Male chupacabra x male reader (nsfw)

Big burly submissive alien x reader (First Officer Ornorx) (nsfw)

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One of the first things Jaskier realized after discovering his immortality was that not being able to die doesn't mean he can't feel pain.

If Jaskier were to be poisoned, he'd still get sick until it passed through his system or until Geralt found a cure. A stab wound might not kill him, but he would still suffer from dizziness due to blood loss. Some days, like when Geralt left him on the mountain, Jaskier loathed his immortality.

Being captured and tortured by Rience was a terrifying experience for Jaskier, knowing the pain would never truly end.

Now, back at Kaer Morhen after the ordeal with the demon possessing Ciri, Jaskier is injured but doesn't see the point in telling anyone.

After all, it's only pain—not like he can die.

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