Dark!Rockstar!Geralt AU x Reader: Tour Life part 2
Dark!Rockstar!Geralt AU x Reader: Tour Life part 2
Tour Life part 1
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Rockstar!Geralt AU Masterlist
Tw: 18+, smut, dubcon, aggressive and controlling partner, daddy kink, if I’m forgetting any let me know!
A/N: You HAVE TO read the first part of Tour Life before reading this one and then the rest of the series can be read at random. I miss rockstar Geralt so cute little meanie love him sm. I’m super depressed so I haven’t felt like writing so sorry on the long gaps in updates. This explains the direct aftermath of Tour Life
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The high-pitched ringing of your alarm hadn’t done its job considering you were already awake. You’d been up laying in silence wrapped around the burley whiskey-smelling man who ruined you last night. He kicked down your door and forced himself in you just like most of his presence had been in your life: You resisting and him not taking no for an answer.
You had been silently counting the seconds to when your alarm would go off and you’d have an excuse to leave.
You slithered from his sweltering embrace; his body always ran hot and would nearly suffocate you in your sleep from his persistent need to be touching you even if you were both asleep.
Quickly you silenced your phone alarm before shakily stepping from the bed. You had to pretend like everything was normal. That last night never happened, that your separation from each other never happened. You couldn’t acknowledge him and what he had done while he was in your home sleeping peacefully.
Geralt’s drinking problem was no secret, not even to himself, and his drinking himself into a drunken stupor after nights like last.
Musk permeated from your skin as your body ached. You winced as you walked to the shower trying to hide the abuse you took the night before especially from a beast like Geralt.
The hot water soothed your nagging bones as you replayed the events that had taken place over the last 12 hours. Fuck. You always noticed a hidden dark side to Geralt, but you never saw it in action. Goosebumps raised across your skin even in the steaming stream as you remembered how easily you let him fuck you and how easily you fell to pieces for him.
A grimace replaced the guilt as you cleaned between your legs, the evidence of both of your releases remained. There wasn’t enough water to rinse away your shame though.
You reached out to the towel rack on the outside of the frosted glass of the shower door looking for your robe when a hand met yours, making you jump and almost slip on your ass.
“Wish you would’ve woken me up and we could’ve conserved some water together.” Geralt’s voice was huskier than normal from sleep.
You didn’t respond, only grabbing your robe and wrapping it around yourself before stepping out. You couldn’t think of a single thing to say to the stark nude man standing in your bathroom watching you like a hawk. You avoided eye contact in the mirror knowing he was staring at you and pretended his presence didn’t exist as you continue with your morning regimen.
Like an attention-seeking child, he wrapped his arms around your waist, towering over you from behind as he laid gentle kisses along the curve of your neck. A shiver maneuvered your shoulders as you tried to continue to ignore him. But in truth, you missed him dearly and wanted to pretend none of this happened and that you were together like your separation never happened at all.
“I need to get ready for work,” was the only thing you could force yourself to say as he fiddled with the strings of your robe trying to halt his lustful actions.
“Not anymore,” he undid the belt of your robe before dragging it off your damp skin. “Called in for you and said you were sick and couldn’t come in the rest of the week.”
You scoffed. “You can’t just do that Geralt! That’s my job.”
“Don’t worry,” he pressed his growing length against your ass. “You won’t be working there any longer anyway.”
You attempted to swat him away. “What the fuck, Geralt? I’m not leaving my job.”
“Do you really want to attempt to defy me? Even after last night?” You froze at the implication. “I’m going to take care of you, you won’t be working. I need you at my disposal at all times.”
A sob built in your throat at the impending danger of his threats you knew he’d follow through with. If Geralt was one thing (besides being an ass) his word meant something, especially to you.
“No tears my love.” He purred, pushing your hips against the bathroom counter and bending you at the waist. His slithering hand pushed between your thighs, his rough fingers stroking over your folds. “I’m just trying to make you feel good, don’t make me look like the bad guy here. Spread your legs.”
He cast his other hand on your shoulder pushing you further down as you widen your stance, your breath fogging the bathroom mirror with each exhale. Although his gaze was too busy admiring your ass you still looked at him in the mirror, even with your eyes rolling back every few seconds as his fingers expertly were able to find what they were in dire search for.
It seemed like an alien or some unearthly creature took control of the man you never stopped loving as he ruthlessly showed up last night slamming on the door and having his way with you. But a part of you knew this was somewhere deep in Geralt, that he was capable of doing such a thing. He’d always been outrageously aggressive and possessive and although it turned you into most of the time there was a flash of you that was scared of him even before last night.
His hand left your shoulder to join his other hand by sliding his fingers into your weeping channel but you didn’t dare reposition yourself. You knew better than to defy him in the slightest when he was like this.
“I can’t imagine how much this pussy has missed me.” His fingers curled inside you, spilling a moan from your lips as he circled your clit. “No one can fuck you as I can. No one will ever know your body the way I do. I own this cunt and I’m never letting you get away again.”
“Fuck, Geralt.” You gasped as your head threw back with your eyes shut as you blissfully came on his speeding fingers. The flash of pleasure that coursed through your veins had you gripping the white countertops on for dear life.
Even though the bathroom fan you had left on during your shower you could still hear how wet you were. The sounds were so obscene it made you blush. “That’s my girl.” He hummed pulling his fingers from you. A whimper fled your lips at the separation of the two of you. He quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. Your moan sounded almost as vulgar as the rest of you. “God you feel so fucking good.”
He looked at you through the mirror, his eyes blown out in feral desire as he fucked relentlessly inside. “You like that? You like when daddy bends you over and fucks you stupid?”
Breathlessly you nodded with your lips agape as moans left your lips like a string choir. “Say it.” He demanded.
“I like it…when daddy bends me over…and fucks me stupid.” You cried as he lit your body ablaze with the way he thrust into you.
Geralt roughly forced your thigh up resting your knee over the bathroom counter giving him more of an advantage as he fucked you. His hand slid back around your hips down through your mound, finding your throbbing clit again.
His now abandoned hand found its way through your hair, still damp at the ends despite not washing it in the shower, his fingers snaking their way around the root of your scalp. Geralt pulled your hair from the base, your neck limp in his grasp like grabbing a baby kitten by its scruff.
“You look so good getting fucked.” He groaned in your ear. You could only breathlessly nod, incapable of forcing any other form of expression. “I’m gonna fill you and fuck you every day, your cunt will always be getting abused by daddy. It’s mine to violate regardless of your pleas.”
“Don’t stop, I'm gonna c-cum.” You yelled as the tight band inside you snapped back. You crumbled in his hold as you came, tears filling your eyes as he encouraged you through your release.
Geralt continued to strum your clit until your hips bucked from the sensitivity before pulling away, it’s like he always knew what you needed when you needed it. “Open your fucking mouth.” He commanded, you recognized the huskiness in his voice as he was close to his own edge.
As soon as your lips spread he delved the two fingers he used to make you cum twice already in your mouth. “Taste your perfect cunt. Taste what a fucking slut you are.”
He forced a gag from your throat as his two fingers traveled down your tongue. He grinned maliciously at your embarrassing heave before leaving the back of your throat and grabbing the outside of your jaw with the rest of his hand. His grip holding your mouth open with the two fingers curling inside your mouth behind the bottom teeth to meet the rest of his other fingers on the outside, forcing your jaw open like he was trying to pry something from a dog's mouth.
His thrusts grew feral as his breathing got heavier and heavier in your ear before leaving a deep groan in place of his expression as he let go of the telltale signs of his orgasm.
He let go of his hand from your mouth as his hips finished riding out the rest after his release. As he pulled his cock out you immediately felt the cum he filled you to the brim with beginning to run down your thigh.
“Guess I’ll join you since you’re going to need another shower.”
After your bathroom escapades, you found yourself sleepily crawling back into bed, secretly glad he called in for you today. Your body felt sore beyond belief and you’re not sure if you could even take leaving the house right now let alone to work.
A pair of sweatpants he left at your place you had been hoarding onto secretly hung loosely along his hips, the happy trail guiding from his grown to the hairy expanse of his chest. Something about his outgrown chest hair just did something to you to make you insatiable. He sipped from one of your mugs, this one from your last family vacation with the name of the city on the side, sipping coffee like he was playing domestic.
“We’ll start packing for you to move in with me tomorrow and you can call your landlord and let him know you’ll be breaking your lease and moving by next week.”
Your eyes shot open shaking all the exhaustion from your body. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Well, I finally got you back. I can’t trust you not to run away so you’ll be moving in with me to keep an eye on you.”
Granted the rockstar lived in a lavish and oversized dream home but you weren’t ready. You weren’t ready for any of this. “No, I won’t-“
“No arguing baby.” He clicked his tongue, the bed dipping down as he sat beside you. “I meant what I said. You’re my pet, I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight or escaping me. Plus the idea of a collar and leash around your neck really turns me on.”
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A/N: Rockstar Geralt make brain go brrr
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