Dark!Rockstar!Geralt AU: Intoxication
Dark!Rockstar!Geralt X Reader: Intoxication
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TW: 18+, dubcon, drugging (sex pollen esq), heavy drinking, kinda exhibitionist, aggressive and controlling partner, daddy kink, if I’m missing any let me know
A/N: at this point I’m just gonna stop apologizing for not posting bc I say it everytime lmao. I promise I won’t be abandoning this series I have so much more planned. I’ve written a lot for pre-dark Geralt but I’m planning on doing more dark Geralt updates.
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The after-party music was blasting in your ear, the bass of the speakers vibrating your feet as you looked over the sea of people all with their own reason of importance.
You didn’t know what fucking city or country you were in, what the day was, where your phone or wallet or even passport was, you just knew that you’d drank every glass handed to you because it was better than dealing with Geralt sober. You were still faintly hungover from the night before but Geralt convinced you to drink the hair of the dog that bit you. You didn't fucking care anymore.
A European leg of the tour felt like it had gone on for ages but it had only been two weeks of nonstop shows. Usually between every couple of shows, there were days off planned to recuperate in whatever city you had landed in but you were in a stretch without it. You didn’t speak the language, you didn’t even know where Geralt was. You just drank whatever was in the flavorful pink glass you were handed. You stopped questioning Geralt’s commands a while ago.
For a brief moment, you considered finding someone, anyone, who could speak English and try to find a way to get to the embassy and get home but there was no point. Geralt would just find you again and again and again and again. He was smarter than most gave him credit for, he kept your passport and ID and all of your money with him claiming you didn’t need it and he’d pay for everything but really he was keeping you from escaping. He said you’d earn more freedoms back over time as if you were a grounded child. It’d only been two months since he forced you from your normal life and drowned you in his.
“There’s my girl.”
At this point, you were convinced he could read your mind and knew you were thinking about running away.
You only replied with a grunt before taking another drink. “What do you want?”
His hand latched to your wrist tightly, enough to remind you of your place but not too noticeable to a wandering eye. “Behave.”
“Whatever you say.” You rolled your eyes pulling your arm away. “What’re you gonna do about it? Punish me in front of all these people? Do it, be my fucking guest.” Your words barely came out the alcohol already making you tongue-tied but you just left his gaze and drank more.
In your peripheral, you saw him rub his palm angrily over his mouth before taking the now-empty glass from you. “Fuck off-“
He was quick to grab you by your hair and pull you in his aggressive embrace to kiss you. He may be a piece of shit but god no one could make you weak like him. His tongue swirled with yours as you felt something slide against to roof of your mouth before he pulled away. “What the-“
You ran your tongue over whatever he shoved in your mouth before you realized what it was and quickly tried to pull the dissolving pill out. “What did you just give me?” You tried to wipe out your mouth but the drugs had disintegrated too quickly for you to entirely spit out.
“Just helping you loosen up.” He chuckled as if it was a harmless prank before forcing you flushed against him. “I’d never give you anything dangerous, I took it too.”
You slapped him but his head barely moved as if you hadn’t just put all your strength into it. “You fucking drugged me!” You broke free of him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He grunted trying to corral you back to him.
“I’m going to go try to puke this up, get off me or I’ll do it all over you instead!” He finally let you go as you stumbled drunkenly away from him and toward the neon red sign on the wall adjacent to the bar that spelled something you couldn’t understand but thankfully the universal toilet sign next to it was all you needed.
This club, although packed full, was small. The bathrooms were only one per person and thankfully the night was still young for most of the people here who hadn’t gotten started as early as the rockstars do so there wasn’t a line.
The walls were covered in colorful logo stickers and autographs from the low-grade celebrities who’d visited.
Falling to your knees you began to force yourself to puke but as you felt your body become numb you knew there was no point and that it had dissolved quickly.
Gripping to the side of the wall you brought yourself back to your wobbling feet, your heels too tall for you to be this drunk, and stumbled to the sink running cold water over your hands.
Your eyes fluttered at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, your sweaty palms gripping the edge of the porcelain sink, trying to figure out how to breathe normally. Your makeup was dark and heavy and your skin shone in a cold sweat.
You’re not sure how long you were in that bathroom staring at your own reflection but long enough that there was loud banging on the door accompanied with yelling in a language you didn’t understand. Forcing yourself from your trance you opened the door with your slick palms. The pair of women who looked angry and impatient when you first opened the door quickly turned concerned and asked you questions you couldn’t decipher.
Language barrier or not you could assume what they were asking. Do you need help? Are you okay?
Shrugging them off you hoped they’d just assume you were drunk off your ass but they wouldn’t be wrong.
As furious as you were, you knew you needed to find Geralt, it’s not safe to be alone like this, he knows that you know this. The heavy beating of the music bounced off your skin as if it was a ripple in water as you stumbled to VIP.
You held onto the metal railing as you tried to climb up the stairs as carefully as you could in the dramatic heels he dressed you in and the room started to spin. It felt like your skin was burning you alive while simultaneously tingling as if from the cold as you made your way to the second-floor balcony with the empty VIP entrance guarded by a man who let you pass without a word.
Geralt sat with knees spread with a glass of expensive brown alcohol swirling in his hand. “There you are,” he grinned, enjoying watching you struggle.
“Geralt, please.” You begged stumbling to him, grateful the lounge was empty as everyone partied downstairs.
“Careful, pretty girl.” With barely a blink of an eye, you were somehow in Geralt’s hold, leaning your body weight onto his chest. It felt like he magically appeared from the couch but you knew it was likely just the drugs affecting your perception of time. “You’re feeling good, yet?”
You shook your head, your bottom lip beginning to quiver as you started to cry, too overwhelmed and overstimulated. You didn’t like being out of control of your own body. It was easy to sober up when drinking, but this was intoxication you weren’t familiar with. “Hate it’. Hate you.” You whimpered. “Everything is spinning, Gee. Make it stop.”
Geralt cooed condescendingly, his large hand brushing over your head as if he were dealing with a confused child. “Gotta find an anchor, gotta find something to keep you grounded so you can enjoy the high.”
“I don’t know anything about boats.”
He laughed once more at your plea and you didn’t understand what you said that was so funny.
You were in a foreign country where you didn’t speak the language and you felt like you were tripping. You were furious with him right now but you were too terrified not to come to him for comfort. He yanked you by your arm, guiding you towards the rails, bright lights flashing throughout the club. You laid your head on his chest trying to ground yourself to anything despite being ready to kill him. “Want it to stop.” Your mouth cotton dry.
It was a new level of desire and arousal laced with confusion that you had never felt before.
His sporadic heartbeat felt like the only thing you could focus on and how he smelled of body heat and liquor that would normally make you nauseous. “You gonna be my good girl?” His large hand placed on your hip, his heavy boots kicking between your legs spreading them from each other before teasingly tracing up your thighs.
Nodding briefly you separated your legs farther apart, your hips searching for the fingers that hurt you so many times over and now beyond grateful that the VIP was secluded. The small balcony section looked over the neon bright downstairs, countless intoxicated bodies pressed together like ants.
Geralt’s masculine hand caressed your jawline, moving his lips grazing over yours just barely enough to get you to chase your head to his. A cheeky grin grew on his face as he swiftly forced a hand at your lower back indicating for you to bend at the hip against the rails. You could only focus on how badly you wanted to kiss him, how badly you needed to feel him. The drugs made your body burn addictingly. You were so out of it you felt out of body as Geralt maneuvered you to his liking.
Geralt slid your dress up, yanking your lace panties to the side, and pressed himself against your back. His hands guided yours to grip onto the railing that sectioned off the VIP and that looked over the downstairs crowd securing you in place.
It felt like you were standing on a unraveling tightrope over a skyscraper, you held on tightly to the black metal bar with clammy palms. You tried to fight against Geralt’s repositioning but it didn’t take much for him to correct you even when you weren’t drugged. “Keep your eyes on them, pretty girl.” He commanded, forcing you to turn your head back. “You don’t want them to know what you’re doing up here, now do you?”
Realistically you know there’s no way they could see the two of you from down there, at least not well enough to know what you were doing. The strobing colorful lights in the dark disguised your position as if the loud music and dancing wasn’t distracting enough. “All in their own world but you’re up here only belonging to me.”
You tried to catch your breath but you felt paralyzed in fear as if you were looking off the side of a cliff but it quickly left your lungs when Geralt had thrusted himself inside you. Your terror kept you too distracted to have even realized he had taken his hard cock out. A cry left your lips and your knees trembled.
“Look at all of those people down there.” He retorted as he began to fuck into you. Geralt always felt good, but your heightened sensitivity made you feel inhuman amounts of pleasure just seeping from your skin. “You gonna be good? Gonna make me proud of my girl?”
“Geralt,” you groaned, your head tilting back to rest on his shoulder thankful he was practically holding you upright by your bent waist as your legs turned to jello. “Feels so…”
“Feel so good squeezing my cock.” He grunted. “I’m so glad I thought about drugging you, doesn’t it feel so good?”
His offhand comment reminding you of him forcing drugs into your system made you want to revolt and pull from him in anger but it quickly faded away when he thrust into you just right. “God, you’re so wet for me it’s pathetic. Such a slut for me, isn’t that right?”
Normally if your body wasn’t melting from his you’d have snide remarks and comebacks but right now the only thing you were capable of thinking about was how close you already were and how you knew neither of you were gonna stop at just one.
“I said, isn’t that right?” Geralt repeated harsher, his large bicep wrapped over your shoulder, forcing you to keep your head on his chest, his heavy breathing fanning over your ear.
“Yes, daddy.” You whimpered desperately as his hand sped up its pace under your panties and expertly stroked your clit the way he had his guitar for thousands of people only a few hours ago. “Gonna…cum…don’t stop.”
“Atta girl,” the sharp stubble of his beard pricked at your neck as he kissed along your weak spot. “Normally I'd make you beg but I know that’s too hard for your little brain to handle. My dumb little girl, cock drunk for me, can’t even fucking speak.”
Geralts tainting tease barely registered with you as you came forcefully with the stroke of his hand. You thanked god that the music was too loud for someone else to hear your cries and that he was keeping you standing with his other hand leaving your chest and holding you by the waist with his knees slightly bent for you to collapse against.
“Gonna fuck my cum in you.” He growled in your ear with his thrusts growing tougher. “You need dick so badly you were acting like a bitch in heat for me. You need your big daddy’s cock, need to be filled, it’s your only fucking purpose.”
Your body still burned for him even though you came harder than you ever had in your life you still needed him desperately as your life depended on it. “Want you to cum in me,” you nuzzled against him with the intoxicating scent of his sweat filling your nose. “I know how much you love it, please cum in me, I need it to stop hurting. Need to be filled.”
A grunting cry flowed over your ear with the jerking abrupt of his thrusts accompanied by the feeling of his cum dripping on your thighs.
Geralt spun you back around to face him after he pulled himself from you. “Fuck, I’m still hard for you.” His lips hungrily consumed yours, one arm forcing you against him, the other groping your chest with heavy petting along your neck. You knew he was restraining from wrapping his hand around your throat. You were still in public and if someone caught sight of a celebrity with his hand wrapped around their girlfriend's throat it wouldn’t end well.
“I wanna go back to the hotel,” your chest rose and sank repeatedly as you tried to catch your breath. “Need you to fuck me sober so I can be angry at you.”
“Anything you want, pretty girl.”
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