AN: RAin now has purple elecricity hair cuaz she died it b4
when she died Dsyons hair 2!!!
I walked down the sidwalk my hair bristling with excitement
like stats elektricity. In my hands were klutched the VIP TICKS to the concert
of my life! We, well me, plained to get to the stag super eary to be in the
front font row, as close as we cud be to the rock god that is Elvish Preseley.
“Here Dyson, you should hold onto dis” I shuved
his vip tic into his animal hand with nails i painted green to match his hair.
My finger touched his and a literal shock made me jump.
“I think you need to calm down Rain” Dyson looked
at me concetingly, “Your givin off lightining from your skin because you
cant conrol your powers yet.” He was right and i took a big slow breast to
calm myself down.
I exhailed, “Sorry Dy, I’ll try my best.” I looked
up at him and his gold glitter beard sparking in the sun. He had such kind eyes
that I felt like I didn’t want to let him done. It was a knew feeling, I was so
used to only relying on myself only.
We arrided at the concert venu and it was already pretty
cowded. But sense we were vips I cut off all theposers and ran to the ticket
guy. I culd hear dyson being me showing through the people to catch up to me.
Whe I handed the ticks to the guy the corner of my eye saw to girls oglging and
when I turned to look they wer looking at Dyson!!!1 they had blushed cheeks and
I scoffed because they were being so desparate. But for some reason my hari on
my arms stood on ends. Was I jealous?1!
“Come on Dyson! We can go in now!” I exclamed and linked my
arms through his. He just looked at me with a raised eyebraow witch was kinda
saxy buyt I igored him. Still looking at the corned of my eye I saw the girls
looked shocked (lol) and I smirked.
We were inside the outdoor area now and there was a great
big stage ahead with an area for the crowd that woud soon be moshing. Around
the edges there were tons of tents. Some were normal but some were the really
fancy for glamping. While I was trying to find our vip tent dyson asked me, “So
why is this Elvish Presley guys so popular?”
I passionately explaned to him, “He’s cool becuz he sings
about things no one else signs about. Like fairies and elves and stuff.” I
pawsed and frowned, “Now that I think of it, I think he sings about fae… but
how could he know they exist?”
Dysone contemplated and rubbed his gold beard, “it is
possible he could be fae. Some fae are idols because they feed off the energy
of the crowd.”
“That would explain a lot.” I huffed. “Of course my fav
singer is a fae. Look there’s are tent!”
I didn’t’ want to thing about fae stuff for awhile so I
hurriedly over to the tent. It was epic with a whole living room inside with
fluffy pillows and its own bar. I went too look at the bar and saw ther wer
already mixed drinks.
I grapped two galsses. “Cmon Dyson lets have a drink before
the concert starts.”
“I really shouldn’t” his frownly face said. “I have to stay
sharp to make sure nothing happens to you.”
I wasn’t going to let him burst my bubbles. “You can just
have one then, and ill try the rest. Don’t worry I’ll only have enough to get
silly but not stupid.” He was okay this.
While we drank Dyson tole me a little bit more about himself
and what he does for the light fae. I was glad he opened up to me more and I
felt we were getting closer. All the stuff about the two fractions of the fae
seemed so compliated. But after my delish basil honey gin and spritz, I was
feeling good and ready to take on whater the faae world could thrown at me.
I was feeling so good inface that I was starting to lean in
closer to Dyson uncomciously. I suddenly remembered the extra body glitter I
brought for the concert. I nudged closer to his face and said shyly, “Here
dyson I have some extra glitter to put on before the show”.
He grimarced, “Don’t we have enough already?”
I shouk my head, “I was saving this four our faces so it
wouldn’t fall off before. I’ll put some around your eyes and then you’ll really
He saw what I said made sanes. “Okay, since I’m your
bodyguard I don’t want to stand out.”
“Thanks” I said and gently started to put hot pink glitter
around his eyes. Instead of closing his eyes he stared into my gaize. His eyes
were so hot that they board into me.
My cheeks felt like red hots and my head fuzzy from my
drink. My mind went blank and all I cud think about was how close we were to
our faces. I leaned in and kissed him. WAT AM I DOIN?1 my mind yelled but
before I cud pul away he deepend the kiss. Our hands grabbed each others faces
and we were bothe really into it. We broke and looked at each other heavy
pants. I caught my breath, “Ummm..” my head still felt like a fever.
“Yeah.” He gaspsed, “we uh probably shouldn’t’ have done
I noticed my face glitter had rubbed off on his and I wiped
his cheek shy. “Let’s just go enjoy the concert and we can talk about this later
mayber?” I suggested. “ye thatst a good idea” he agreed.
I suddenly hard the guitar of Elvish Presley start and
shouted, “OMG we’re going to miss the first song!!!” I grabbed his hand and
dragged him out of our glam tent. We headed to the front and I shoved our way
into the mash pits. As we totally rocked out dancing hotly I suddnely saw in my
eye corner a familiar form. Curvy, musclelar, and blonde hair pulled into a
sexy pointytail, IT WAS TAMZIN!!! She waz walking over so fiercely I was sure she
had her eyes set on Dyson. She was so intense and super pretty and even thought
I wasn’t sure where I was with Dyson I didn’t want to deal with competition. I stepped
in between her and Dyson and summoned lightning to my hands. She was almonst in
my face and her eyes started to look skull like. We got face to face and all of
a suddent ELVISH PRESELY STARTED PLAYING MY FAVORITE SONG!
“OH MY GOT I LOVE THIS SONG!” but I wasn’t the only one
yelling that!? Me and Tamsin looked at each other surprising! “This is your
favoring song?” we said in unison. WE both squealed and were now best friends!
But we still had to fight?
AN: CLIFFHANGER!!! Omg I wrot notes so long ago I don’t
remember wat I was doing. Oh well1! Sorry its been so long! Luvs!!@3
Bucky, coming down from the ship he built from scrap metal, wearing a battle suit remnant of Kree, holding Goose the cat with Carol beside him holding two bottles of Asgardian meade as Brunnhilde swings her newly molded sword from Nidavellir: a cat
Bucky: I also picked up Carol and Brunnhilde, er, Valkyrie, a.k.a. did the extraction mission
Why TROS is better than Endgam(AKA absolute trash)
SPOILER WARNING!!! SCROLL IF YOU HAVENT SEEN TROS
Ok so apparently there’s actually a debate about which is better. First of all. I acknowledge that TROS may not be the best Star Wars movie to ever come out but compared to the trash that endgame/IW are it was 10000x better.
TROS did a pretty good job with character development. Even though I’m not happy that Ben died, he had a purpose. There was no other choice in that situation but to do what he did and his death was more bittersweet than acutely painful. They did a great job redeeming him and the moment he talked to Han Solo made me so emotional. 10/10. the ending was satisfying and it left room for fans to make their own head cannons about the future.
Just some of the best moments
Look at the difference from the beginning to the end. *chefs kiss
Endgame and IW:
Carol?: reduced to a deus ex machina
Thor?: a fat joke; has no purpose for even being there anymore since anyone can use his hammer now
Steve?: threw away his entire new life to go back to the past with Peggy
Tony?: dead when it should’ve been nebula who killed thanos and his abusive dad got redemption
Natasha?: JUST found a family and redemption and happiness but she sacrificed herself for no reason
Wanda: had her trauma erased and basically made to not be taken seriously by the audience when thanos said he didn’t even know who she is. And that’s exactly what happened.
Loki?: died for ABSOLUTELY no reason other than drama; undid his redemption arc
Gamora?: proved the trope that in the end you won’t escape your abuser
Black panther/ wakanda?: reduced to ash in .5 seconds after they were supposed to be this great advanced nation
Banner: basically useless bc he can’t bring out the hulk. This couldve been their moment to truly show what BANNER can do but no. Apparently he’s nothing without the hulk
And that’s just some of the characters they fucked up
1) The movie perpetuated a lot of misogynistic stereotypes (can’t expect anything else from the Russo’s), reducing most of the female characters to emotional wrecks (Wanda, nat), deus ex machinas that are shelved for most of the movie (carol) sacrificial lambs (gamora, nat), and plot devices for male characters (Peggy). And they think adding one “token feminist scene” is going to cover up their horrid treatment of the women in the rest of the movie
2) It supported basically most of the abusers in the MCU. Showing Gamora being sacrificed supported the trope that you can never escape your abuser, Loki being violently murdered for no reason showed that you can only find redemption in death. And tony easily forgiving Howard supports the idea that no matter how bad they are, you should forgive your abuser because they’re family.
3) Thor was ridiculed throughout the movie undoing everything Ragnarok did for his character development. It’s like that movie never even existed at this point. Instead of showing him healing from his trauma his weight, mental health, and destructive coping mechanisms were made fun of by all the characters. Would tony stark ever actually mock Thor for alcoholism when he struggled with the same thing? Would Valkyrie seriously just leave him alone to drink and forget his pain when she went through the same thing?
M4) Another thing is Mjolnir. I get that steve was able to lift mjolnir in the comics. However what exactly makes him worthy. We know that Hela and Odin were able to use mjolnir and there’s a pattern there. People who are related to Thor are worthy of wielding mjolnir That’s why loki was never able to lift it. So why is steve Rogers, a human, able to use it. And with lighting powers on top of that. After the way Thor was treated in the movie (basically being useless until the fight at the end) what is third purpose in being there if now even humans are able to summon lighting like he can?? It doesn’t make sense with the logic they’ve established in the MCU.
5) Going back to loki. Ragnarok already finished his redemption arc. He was ready to go to earth with thor and the rest of the asgardians. He was finally being treated as an equal yet the Russo brothers decided to kill him pointlessly and violently before even the title credits. That’s just disrespectful they reduced him to a plot device for drama, to make thanos seem dangerous. Now, Looking at the scene. Thanos was literally ready to let him go. He did not need to die. Loki had to have known that attempt to kill him wouldn’t have worked after being tortured by thanos for so long. He can’t be killed by a dagger. Loki isn’t that dumb. And he’s not that selfless. He wouldn’t sacrifice himself for no reason especially when he could’ve walked away unscathed. His death scenes was one of the most gruesome, graphic deaths I’ve ever seen from marvel. It made me feel sick. The sound of his bone snapping seeing the blood running down his eyes was it. They could’ve done so much with this character but they chose to do this instead. Hopefully the Disney + show fixes his character arc.
Overall, my expectations were low for both movies. But endgame was the biggest disappointment to movie franchise I’ve seen. TROS was truthfully very satisfying and did everything endgame wishes it did.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk. I hope the sun will shine on us again.
Hi can i request geralt x reader soulmate unwilling to find each other, you can do whatever you want for the story. I know this sentence mean a lot in the tv show “people linked by destiny will always find each other”
Rating Mature- You have been warned
People linked by destiny will always find each other
The words etched into your skin since your birth. It burnt at first, even after a lifetime you could still remember the searing, the burning, the begging for it to end. The priestess had told you that it meant your bond was strong, the strongest they had ever seen. That had not been very comforting in your heats, with no lover or soulmate to pull you through; those times were harrowing and hard. Still, the priestess had been proud of a Valkyrie to have a soulmate, the stuff of dreams you were told. It made you almost laugh; you were never a romantic, a realist if anything, the scowled you received at the hands of the High Priestess herself were legendary. So few Valkryie receive such an honour and those who kept them after were few and far between. The High Priestess would repeat time and time again that destiny would prevail. Even now, you could clearly recall the sound of her voice as she bared down at you from her throne in the temple. When you ascended from Swan Maiden to Valkyrie, she had been destroyed that you chose to stay at the temple as advisor and teacher.
Staying in Valhalla was practical, there were so few of them remaining that they need sturdy teachers, who else could teach the old ways, then who would carry the slaughtered through to the next world, guard the weak and vulnerable, help the unfortunate. There were times you regretted it; you were not above the idea of love and a family, only a soul bond could grant that for a Valkyrie to free of her duties and allow the gods to grant fertility. Yet, sacrifices had to be made, and you would never had made a good soulmate, too much of a reader, too bookish, too dull. Those were the taunts that were whispered behind your back, the jeers and isolation who received at the hand of your so-called friends in arms, the other swan-maidens. So you remained in the temple bound to your duty, honouring the dying and the fallen.
But in saying that, sometimes you would fantasise. He would be a fierce warrior, skilled in his craft, bathed in blood and at the same time kind with a loving smile and warm arms that would encircle you. Your dreams kept you company in the lonely nights in the library, and that was enough because you knew, no matter what the books said about soulmate, it was romanticised, no one could love another like that, not even your parents, too afraid of her daughters mark to keep her, so instead offer her to the Temple of the Valkyrie.
‘Y/N…’ A voice called you back into the present as your friend, and mentor Edda entered the vast library, gliding across the marble in her white silk dress. Elegant and poised as ever, she had ascended when she was nearing 40, but she was easily one of the most beautiful maidens in the temple, graceful and slim bodied.
‘We have been called to the throne room; it’s the High Priestess, she has called an emergency meeting.’
‘Ahhhh Edda and Y/N so glad you could finally honour us with your presence.’ The High Priestess chirped, standing in the middle of the throne room.
Including you, 27 Valkyrie’s stood silently around the edge of the circular hall, some in temple dress of white silk and bright gold metal, hair twisted in place immaculately. Others, in armour, battle dress, plated metal and hardened leather, adorned with the finest steel swords and bows, glittered shield strapped to there backs. Both sides of the Valkyrie were so different. Light and dark. Life and death. Contrasting, but the different sides of the same coin.
‘My children…I fear our age is coming to an end. We have become less and less, humans kill us, haunt us when all we have done is serve them. Till we are the few that remain, if we perish then the Valkyrie is no more. I cannot allow this to happen. The humans have turned, just as they did with the Elfs. Kings mad with power deem themselves beyond us. Some have outlawed magic altogether, train witch hunters to track and kill all things magic. Our temple can stand no longer silent when our brother and sisters are tortured and burnt at the stake. Tissaia de Vries, Rectoress of Aretuza, has pleaded for our help and we can no longer linger at the side of the battlefield. We are Valkyries, shield maidens, defenders, and we do not hide. WE WILL fight. If any of you do not agree, go forth from my halls, I will hold no ill will. But daughters, I beseech you. Fight with me.’
Your eyes did not move from her, her golden hair shining in the light, creating a hallow around her as she moved. No one moved, no one breath till the High Priestess has a sharp nod and ascended the throne.
‘Men have forgotten what it is to be afraid. We will bring fear. Shall we begin?’ The voice of the High Priestess run out deadly across the room as you received your orders.
With that you found yourself posted to the mortal lands, you still found yourself standing in awe as you past some wonder or another. Skellige had a savage beauty to it, dark greens and blues, mix with the earthy tones of browns and greys. The people for all their ferocious talk and gruff nature were warm and welcoming; few knew your true visage, but that didn’t seem to matter. They welcomed your help with open arms, clothed and feed you.
Your Pegasus, a pure white mare, its wings tucked secretly away at her side as she trotted merrily through the worn path. You had picked her personally from a litter, the runt; you had nursed it yourself, fed it day and night for weeks, will it was strong enough to train and since then you were inseparable. You had flown into battle with her, sprinted through meadows, guarded Kings with your faithful Pegasus at your side.
You had been travelling for days, across Skellige to reach here, the gates of Crach an Craite’s castle, Kaer Tolde. It stood tall and imposing above the sea and waves broke violently against the cliff wall. The stone was a dark grey, but vibrant green ivy climbed the stone, giving it an almost picturesque quality. You hated to admit it but coming to earth had made you realise how much you hate the pristine halls and celestial keeps, you like the imperfect, the grim and the grotesque. Nothing had to be perfect to be beautiful.
A tall, powerful man in traditional garb stood in the middle of the keep, a band of gold surrounded his head, making him almost King-like, a powerful Jarl to be sure.
‘Hail Virtuous Valkyrie, my home is yours for as long as you need.’ The Jarl stepped forward bowing nearly in respect.
‘I thank you, noble Jarl, but just Y/N is fine. My High Priestess thanks you for you tributes. I am at your service.’ You grinned as you stepped forward, clunch his forearm in a Northan handshake.
‘Ahhhhh you with your pretty words. Come I have had the maids prepare a room for you. There is someone I think you have been waiting a long time to meat ’ The jarl laughed as he gestured you into the castle.
The room was comfy, autumn colours warmed the room, while a fire softly roared by the hearth. It was not as grand as the rooms at the Temple, but in its rustic charms, it felt more homely than any rooms you had ever slept it. You made your way, thought the larges corridors to the feasting hall, it wasn’t hard to figure out where you were going, just follow the noise of roaring cheers that reverberated across the castle. The hall was full of merry people, laughing and cheering, songs rude enough to make a sailor blush. It was outrageous, and you loved it. Weiving you way through the crowd you pitched a flagon from a pasting steward toward your host, who stood in conversation with a group of white-haired men and a woman.
‘Ahhhh Geralt, Vesemir, Ciri this is Y/N, the Valkyrie I have the honour of hosting’ Crach beamed as he hoisted his horn aloft draining the vessel in one gulp, droplets of mead, gathering in his beard.
‘Greetings fair warrior maiden, humble Witchers are ever given such an honour’ the oldest man, bowed, revealing two swords strapped to his back, ever ready it would seem.
‘I have never met a Valkyrie before, is it true you ride a flying horse?’ The women Ciri grinned across at you, amused.
A laugh formed in your belly and escaped from your lip before you could fight it back, ‘It is, mine is called Slugger, he often has to roll with the punches, if you want you could come on a ride. She loves to show off. But the honour is mine; Witcher’s are famed throughout the hall of the temple they are very coveted, I believe many of my sisters have a favourite Witcher they protect and guard against harm.’ You teased, taking a sip of the honeyed mead, savouring the taste on your tongue.
‘Hmmm,’ the last Witcher hummed but remained silent, looking boredly at the floor.
‘I never realised you all had different coloured irises.’ You beamed before turned your attention to the silent man’s eyes; they were a stunning amber, flecks of gold run through them, along with burnt oranges and saffrons.’ You smiled ‘Your eyes are beautiful.’
The group smiles vanished, replaced by shocked stares. You blinked quickly, eyes snapping from Witcher to Witcher. You had never meant a Witcher before; it had never occurred to you that they may have some kind of etiquette to them. From the tales that spread across the temple, they fought hard and played harder, any coined they earnt was spent on wine and women, they didn’t seem the kind of people easily offended.
Pursuing your lips in a quick apology they stopped as the Witcher’s lips twitched into something resembling a strained smile, it looked neither happy or unhappy just impassive.
‘People linked by destiny will always find each other.’ The man grunted, his bulky form vibrating at the sound.
A shiver through her body and to her core at the sound of his gruff tone. Immediately, your hand flew to cover your forearm, where your mark was held, just above the artery to her heart, in fear that your gauntlet had come off. The gauntlet that had covered your arm the last 50 years, shielding the mark from the world and you. The man’s eyes didn’t leave yours as your thoughts raced a thousand miles a minute. The feeling you felt were conflicted, guilt for not find him sooner, for finding him and shattering what he had already made of his life. Happiness at not being alone, soulmates were meant to compliment the other physically and mentally, to meld into one to create the most potent force, unstoppable. A magnetism pulled you to him, powerful and commanding.
‘By the gods…. I never thought you would hear your word Geralt. You have no idea how much shit I used to give him about those words. Beautiful eyes….huh this grumpy bastard.’ The drunken Jarl boomed.
The other Witchers laughed and raised their drink; however, the ashen haired women observed you curiously, through light green eyes, cat-like, only distracted when behind you a couple of warriors began to brawl causing a chain reaction. Within seconds the whole room erupted in chaos, beer and mead splashed against the walls, teeth spilt out across the floor and the sound of flesh against flesh cracked across the room. Blade where unsheathed and the clash of metal pierced the air. By the time Ciri’s eyes came back to find you, you were gone.
The roar of the fight had long ago since died down and the roar of laughed was once again back. Your feet aimlessly wandered the castle for the last hour; you weren’t really sure where or what you were doing, the only thing you could hear was his voice repeating your words over and over, like honeyed silk in your head. You never thought he would be this attractive, tanned marble skin paired with white hair pinned back revealing chiselled features. His body was 6ft5 of honed muscle, and in his armour, he was more than impressive, no wonder he was a favourite among the Valkyrie’s.
‘You know I’m not going to let you leave. Not till you let me ride Slugger. I don’t think Geralt would either, but I think he has a rather different idea of riding.’ Ciri’s voice cut through the chilly night air.
The young women sat cross-legged on a bench at the end of the hall. You stood hesitantly lingering in the middle of the hall observing her; she was expressive and kind, her face told everything. It was a gorgeous face, but her eyes were the main feature, framed in thick charcoal, with a smoky eye effect.
‘I never believed it when Crach said a Valkyrie had Geralt words. Apparently, your High Priestess is important to get you bonded. Had to see it myself, never thought you would be so cool. Is that really a G'valchir sword- I heard they penetrated anything.’
‘It is, and it does. I’ll let you practice with it later…perhaps we can spare tomorrow morning.’ You smiled tightly, coming closer.
‘I don’t think Geralt going to be letting you leave that room anytime soon. Don’t worry Crach removed everyone from this wing. I don’t think he wanted a raging Witcher roaming the halls. It’s going to fun having you to hang around with.’ Ciri giggled, hopping off the bench and out the window.
The world had lost all normality. This morning you where a wandering Valkyrie, burden with aiding an uneven war and now you were confused. It couldn’t be real, just some surreal daydream, fueled by a bad reaction to mead, you just need to sleep and tomorrow would back to normal. Soulbond forgotten. Pushing your way into your room, you fell against the back of the door and let out a puff of breath, as you removed your breastplate and threw it onto the bed, rolling your neck, groaning as you felt the stratifying clicks and began to unbuttoning your undershirt. Only stopping when you saw a mans armour on the dresser.
‘I thought you were going to run away, though I was going to have to track you down….I am a little disappointed not to have a hunt. I think that would start my rut off.’
Geralt of Rivia was lounging on a bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire, shirt half-open, chest hair teasingly peaking out from a rock hard chest, just as tanned as his face. Why was he in your room?
‘What…What are you doing here? These are my rooms.’
‘Hmmm,’ The Witcher grunted.
You stood in silence for several more minutes, his eyes hungrily devouring you, his predator eyes taking in every inch of you, his head tilted to the side, giving you a beautiful view of his neck. Perfect to bite, to suck, to mark. You could feel a familiar tingle travel through her body; wetness pooled between your thighs as gazed down at him. You wanted to say something, anything, but every time you opened your mouth, no words would form.
Swallowing hard, you spoke. ‘What are you doing in my room.’
‘Our rooms. Crach had my things moved in while we were at the feast. Think he thought it was more…. convenient.’ The Witcher smirked as he raised himself up on one arm.
‘What are you doing here?’
‘I stopped running. You can’t outrun destiny just because you’re terrified of it. I was coming for you. I have always been coming for you.’ Geralt purred, standing elegantly, his full height was impressive and intimidating, he crossed the room in two long strides.
You scrabbled across the bed and darted across to the fireplace. Now the light was to the back of you; his features were more prominent, highlighted by the flickering flames, that licked up the fireplace. Geralt’s shirt was now fully open, revealing the sheer power of his chest, perfectly toned by battles and training, the odd scar decorated his body. No wonder he was so converted, your sisters were going to be green with envy when they found out he was yours.
Before you mouth could catch up with your mind, you found yourself pin to the furs that laid across the floor in front of the blazing fire. The Witcher hovered over you, eyes searching your face, his large hands gripping your hips as the rest of his length held your body in place. Without hesitation, you curled your legs across his thighs and twisted, switching your position, your knees stretched to pin his hips to the floor, it was an easy advantage, from here you could place pressure on his weak point and for a brief moment escape. As you moved back, though the flimsiness of your riding pants you could fill his hardness pressing against your wet core. You had never felt anything close to this pleasure from the briefest contact. You had tried to bring your self through the heats, the touches where only enough to stave off the pain for a short while, necessary but not pleasurable.
Biting your soft plush lip, you attempted to hold back a groan, as you moved again. Your grip loosened as you caught yourself gentle grinding against the Witcher. His hands slowly travelled up your thighs to rest on your round bottom, pushing his chest up and once against resting above her. You stared nervously up at him, all thoughts lost, he smelt like mint and spice, it overwhelms your senses. Geralt pulled back, peeling off his black undershirt and tossing it clear across the room. Your eyes following the masterpiece of his muscles as they moved. Tentatively, you let your hands brush across his skin with feathered touches, feeling his muscles tighten and relax under your fingertips.
‘I have never been with a man.’ Y/N gasped.
What sounded like a growl feel from his lips, as he kissed his way down your body ‘You are mine’ Kiss. ‘You are only ever gonna be mine’ Kiss. ‘ To kiss, to make love to, to fuck, suck,’ Kiss ‘to finger and touch’ Kiss ‘to tease and bring to the brink of ruination.’Kiss ‘Just like I am yours.’
The sight of the golden skin man between your legs was too much as sight to believe, his amber eyes pinned you to the plush fur as his rough fingers tore into the weak fabric of your cotton trousers. The sounds of ripping fabric were deafening and you couldn’t help but let a bright red blush as he caressed your features. No mortal man had ever seen you this bare, the only thing that covered you modestly was a pare of heeled riding boot and a half-opened shirt. Geralt made quick work of the boots, sliding them off your calf letting his fingers massage them and he removed them one by one, throwing them over his shoulder.
The Witcher shifted slowly pulling himself up your body; his eyes were dark with desire, he looked prima. The intensity of his look made you shift away, backwards, into the mound of pillows, the ashen haired man did not climb all the way up to you; instead his torso pinned your hips to the mattress, his strong hands shooting out to encircle your forearms pushing the down onto the bed, totally disabling any chance you had of escaping him. Geralt amber irises completely consumed black with lust eyes turned away from her a began to mouth any piece of skin he could, his hot tongue gliding across her flesh, teeth nipping and gnarling as he went. It was so gentle yet possessive; he groaned as he sucked the plump flesh of her stomach. Geralt nuzzled at you stomach before looking at her, directly into your eyes. You held his gaze, staring into the depths, of the emotion swirling in his honeyed orbs. Angry. Passion. Fear…Love. The outburst of raw emotion was unexpected; it made him look…vulnerable. Something you neer thought a Witcher to be.
Your lump pink lips parted to speak but instead he pulled hoarse cry from your throat instead. His free hand found your most sensitive area, your clit, swirling in the wetness that had already pooled between her legs. It was slow and playful as the tip of your finger mischievously teased your opening. It was a curious feeling, the need for something, anything was unfamiliar and terrifying, to yearn for something this badly. His middle finger sank down into your core. Bliss. It was a totally new sensation; a moan escaped your lips as his mouth suckling on your breast as his thumb teased your clit. Breathy moans escaped your mouth as he withdraw his finger almost entirely before plunging it back in, it was frantic, you felt raw with the to sensation it has made you slick and pliant to him, something he took complete advantage of. After a few more thrusts another finger curled within you, almost hitting the spot within you, the spot you knew he could feel. The stretch felt strange at; first; his fingers were large and thick, almost too much but still, you wanted more, something to build the burning arch that roared inside you. He shifted a little so he was on his side, still pinning you down with his body, angling his hand for better thrusts, his other hand still gripping your forearm, as your hand searched for anything to hold, something to ground you from the feeling bubbling under your skin. Finally, after what seemed like an age, her slender fingers found his muscly shoulders, she could feel his muscles flex beneath her fingertips as they dug into him.
‘Geralt!’ The tension in your stomach was close to breaking; you could feel it splintering at the force of his actions.
The Witcher rose on his knees taking in your flustered form, a panting mess beneath him. He shed his leather pants so quickly your eyes could not follow his movements. Now he was bare, a true warrior, all muscles and scars. You wanted to spend day upon days worships his body in the old ways, to guide him to the peak of divine pleasure but now his body caged you to the floor, as his black orbs swirled with lust.
His hard member rested heavily against you, thick and throbbing, he said nothing but slowly sank it deep into you with a swift and strong thrust. A feral groaned grunted through clenched teeth as his eyes fell closed, basking in the tight warmth that surrounded him. The pain was pierced through you; he was so thick you though he had split you in half, instinctively you tried to move away, to shift away from the dull pain but his hips kept you in place.
‘Breath…’ Geralt gritted out through clenched teeth. ‘Tell me to stop and I will’ The rough voice of the Witcher broke out in heavy puff, as he rested his forehead against you.
The pain subsided quickly to an ache, a need for you to move. Raising your hips, you felt Geralt shift, pulling back slightly and pushing back in, shallow thrusts hitting the sweetest spots. Wanton moans spurred Geralt, his hips picking up pace and force, withdrawing fully before slamming into you again.
A thin sheen of sweat covered your bodies, moans and grunts filled the room as the fire illuminated them, glancing down you watched with fascination as his cock pushed its way into her tight walls, it was the single most erotic thing you had ever seen. Geralt’s thrusts became stronger and stronger, more iritic and with each movement inched you closer and closer to your release.
‘Geralt….’ Your eyes found his as you pleaded.
The Witcher shifted his weight on his elbow as he sank close, his cock grinding against your sweet spot, his free hand moving between your bodies to frantically play with your clit. His pace increased, desperate and needy as he chased their release. Your moans turned into screams as you felt the warmth fizzle in your stomach.
‘Yesssss, Gods, please….Geralt’ Your voice released a hoarse scream as your orgasm rolled through you. Above you, you felt his hips stutter into you, as his teeth bite down into you shoulder and his cock slammed into you once last time as he poured his seed into you.
You awoke sometime later to find Geralt tracing the word on your arm, lazily. Contented eyes smiled up at you; his hair ruffled up in pleasant bed head.
‘Mmmmm this is nice’ you hummed and snuggled into him. ‘Things are going to get complicated now aren’t they.’ You sighed tucking you head onto his chest.
‘Hmmmmm’ Geralt grunted wrapping his arms around you, tightly.
me:wouldn't it be cool to have a gay disney royal?
disney:wouldn't want to expose small kids to that
me:that's... blatantly idiotic, but ok. How about a gay Marvel superhero?
disney:ummm... we gave you gay character in endgame who has one (1) line and it's about being gay. and we let Taika Waititi say valkyrie was bi. what more do you want?
me:a gay... star wars character? a major one, maybe one who doesn't have a love interest yet and has never been implied to be any one sexuality? namly, Poe Dameron? You don't even have to make him have a boyfriend, you could just have him say he's gay or heavily imply it