#dark witcher

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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A/N: I hate my writing teehee

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First Date:

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“What do I need to wear?”

“Preferably something lacy that doesn’t cover much. Maybe some thigh-high tights. Those really drive me wild.”

“Shut up before I change my mind and block your number.”

You looked over your closet with your phone to your ear, suddenly losing all fashion sense and not being able to put something together while talking to Geralt. “You need to tell me where we’re going so I can wear something.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’m picking you up on my motorcycle, that’s all I’m telling you.”

“Geralt,” you whined, skimming your fingers over your clothes. “Please don’t tell me you have something crazy planned. I know you have your niche aesthetic but I’m fine with something normal.”

“It just depends on if you view skydiving as something crazy.”

“Geralt, I swear to god.”

“I’m just teasing you.” He chuckled. “Don’t overthink it. I planned something tame, I don’t wanna scare you off.” He advised. “I’m gonna head out in a minute, send me pictures of some outfits and I’ll tell you whether or not they’ll fit the night.”

You murmured your goodbyes, unwrapping your robe from your waist. You looked at yourself practically nude. Ironic enough you were actually wearing something black and lacy underneath after just shaving shaving. Even though you told yourself you weren’t going to have sex with him tonight, you didn’t want to chance not being prepared.

You sent three different outfits to him, all purposely making an obnoxious face in the reflection of the mirror.

“The second one will be the most suiting for the evening. But I wanna see you wear those others at a different time. They look like they’d be easy to rip off you.” Geralt texted immediately.

A blush burned your cheeks at the thought of him tearing everything off of you, his large hands groping every inch of you he could get ahold of, his lips devouring your neck.

Proportionate wise you knew he was packing. A 6’6 man, burley and muscular, it was impossible for him not to be.

Waiting, pacing anxiously you felt like you were in high school nervous and waiting for your prom date to pick you up. You haven’t felt like this on a first date in a long time, he’s different, exciting, and for fucks sake sexy.

The vibrating of his motorcycle’s exhaust let you know he was here before you looked outside.

When his aggressive knock bounced at your door you hesitated where you stood, deciding to count to 45 seconds before opening the door. You didn’t want him to think you were waiting by the door for him like a pet missing its owner.

“God,” he smiled in awe looking you up and down, a bouquet of fresh-cut baby pink roses in hand. “That picture barely did you justice.” He wrapped his arm around your waist with his other hand, forcing you to flush against him.

As he took your breath away in shock he quickly pressed a kiss to your lips, the feeling of his stubble and the scent of his expensive cologne made you weak in the knees. “You ready to go?”

Your eyes fluttered in synchronization with your heartbeat. “Um, yeah let’s, um, go…” you fumbled, dazed from the way he fit perfectly to you like a puzzle piece. You quickly set his flowers on the end table inside by the front door before following him to his bike.

“I only have one helmet.” He pulled it from the back railing of the motorcycle. “I’m making you wear it.” He commanded before sliding it over your head.

He brushed his large callused fingers under your jaw as he clicked together its strap. “You should wear it, you’re the one driving.” You protested.

Geralt chuckled faintly under his breath. “I don’t wear it in the first place. And even if I did your safety is the most important thing to me, do you understand?”

You tried not to whimper at the arousing command in his voice as you nodded. “No, I need to hear you say it. I’ll always keep you safe, no matter what.”

“Y-Yes, I understand.”

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“God, I’ve never seen anything like this sky in years.”

You were glad he approved of the outfit that wasn’t heels and a dress. You rode on your dad’s motorcycle as a kid, and you knew that skirts and open-toed shoes don’t mix well.

“I’m glad you like it, I knew you would.”

When Geralt had pulled his motorcycle to a popular lookout point that showed all of the chaotic city you felt nervous at the exclusivity he was planning.

During the daytime, this was a distinguished designation was occupied with hikers. But it was desolate at night. You then realize there was no one near to hear you scream, you were at his complete disposal and you couldn’t deny him of anything. Celebrities don’t go to jail for murder, OJ Simpson proved that already. You forced yourself to change your thought process. He’s not going to hurt you, he wants you, and he said himself he would protect you at all costs.

He led you to a pre-prepared picnic set up, a flanneled sheet with a basket filled with champagne, glasses, and strawberries on its edge. The air felt amazing as the night grew darker and the wind blew swiftly around you. You felt like you were in a Romance Novel.

He listened to you talk, begged you to tell him everything even. He wanted to know everything about you, he said. That he adored the way you spoke with articulation and grace. It was one of the first times you were on a date and not worried about speaking too much of yourself.

“I’ve never taken anyone here before.” He chimed as his eyes looked at you only even though you were watching with fascination at the city view. “It just feels different when I’m with you.”

“That’s the cheesiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” You laughed and he held a face of shock. “How many girls do you tell that to?”

“I mean it!” He claimed. His smile mimicked yours every time you grinned. “I don’t go on dates. I got out for drinks with a girl and just fuck in a bar bathroom or the car.”

“Damn not even classy enough to take a girl home first?” You took a drink, finishing off your glass of champagne trying to hide the flustering that grew at the casual mention of his sexual appetite.

“I don’t like the idea of groupies knowing where I live.” He shook his head. The wind spurred drawing you closer together. “Come here, look at the stars.”

You felt like you’d spent only minutes out there but as the witching hour hit you realized how much time had passed. His wild stories from his years of performing made you giggle and he liked hearing you talk about your family and told you he never knew his own.

When he dropped you off at home he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, the champagne faintly flavored his tongue, before you bid goodnight and you could see an ounce of disappointment in him that you hadn’t invited him inside but you wanted to see how much you could tease him on before either of you broke the tension.

First Time Together:

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Three casual hangouts, four other dates, hours and hours of phone calls, and nonstop texting. That’s how long it took for you both to break. At a certain point, it just became a stubborn game of tug of war to see who would give in first.

Breathing heavy with your back against the wall adjacent to the inside of your apartment’s door, the faint taste of the bourbon that accompanied your expensive meal at dinner on his tongue. His hands groped everything he could grab, starved and primal was the most accurate way to describe how it felt.

His lips had abandoned your own to devour your neck letting you catch your breath. Your arms were wrapped around him, limbs curling around each other like a tree. You thought you were going to combust with the way he made you feel. His teeth biting at your neck, his stubble tickling your skin, god it was too much.

“Please,” you whimpered out, the first thing either of you said since what was supposed to be a sweet kiss at the end of the date turned into the most feral sexual encounter you’ve ever had, and both of you were still dressed. “I need you, I can’t wait anymore.”

He abandoned your neck to kiss your lips again, using your back against the wall to hoist you around his waist. “Gonna give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

You barely had one leg wrapped around his torso when the obnoxious ringing of your phone started going off tucked in your discarded purse. You both groaned as you unwrapped yourself from him to grab your bag with the intention of just silencing it and letting the rockstar rock your world the rest of the night.

Your sister’s contact is what surprised you. She’s got two kids and an infant, why was she calling you at 11 pm? You contemplated answering it before just declining the call and tossing it on the end table you keep beside your front door.

“Cmere,” Geralt grunted, pulling you back into his embrace. “Where were we?”

“I think we were heading to my bedroom.” Your grin bounced off his lips as he resumed pulling you towards the stairs leading to your room.

Halfway up the staircase, your phone started to ring loudly again. “I really have to answer it I don’t know why my sister is calling me so late.”

Six days later

You ached, you felt raw. An awful car ride home and you finally made it back to your apartment. The place was dark the way you had left it after receiving the late-night call from your sister that your grandma wasn’t going to make the night.

Geralt sped on his bike that night to get you to the airport where he gave you access to his private jet. Your jaw dropped at the thought of him owning a private jet, it seemed like something people only did in movies but he said technically it was the band’s and doesn’t get used unless they’re on tour. It was normally a four-hour drive but your sister made it clear you didn’t have that much time left and you cried harder at Geralt’s generosity giving you even just a few more minutes with her than you’d normally be able to have.

Geralt had met you back at the airport after landing, this meeting you in a sleek black sports car instead of a motorcycle. You didn’t know why he was doing this. He wasn’t your boyfriend, you had only just begun to get to know him. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, you didn’t want him to see you so fragile and come off clingy but it’s like he was expecting it and wanted you to be that vulnerable with him. His hand stayed clasping yours as the silence of the car was barely noticed with the rushing of your thoughts.

He carried your few bags inside for you even though you insisted on doing it yourself. You scoured around your apartment almost as if you had a plant that needed watering or a pet that needed to be fed but alas you didn’t you were just nervous to be alone with him. Geralt stood awkwardly in your bedroom, his large frame making it look like a doll house, next to where he placed your bags beside your dresser. “Do you want me to leave?”

You were sat solemnly on the bed when you looked up at him with doe eyes. “Please don’t go, Geralt. I need you.”

He quickly sat beside you on the bed consuming you in a drowning hug and it was all you needed as you buried yourself into his embrace. You swallowed back your tears, you’d done enough crying to last you quite some time.

You departed from his hold, looking up at him even though he was only sitting on the bed next to you he was still so much bigger. His hand found its way to gently cup your jaw, with the feeling of permanently calloused fingertips from years of playing guitar.

“I need you to make me feel better. Need you to take my mind off everything. I just need you.” Your words were quiet as a mouse but he wasted no time before consuming you fully into his embrace, pressing you on your back against the bed.

Your heart had already begun to race rapidly as a tingling heat occupied between your thighs, you had barely started and you were already throbbing for him.

Your black dress of mourning pulled up past your tummy giving him all the room he needed before sliding his hand in your panties, a desperate moan leaving his lips at the sensation of you. Shaving had been the last thing on your mind the past few days but he was dying to have you. He couldn’t care less about something as silly as hair that made you feel unconscious.

You wrapped your arms around his burly tattooed neck, tugging at the neckline of his long-sleeved black shirt begging for him to remove it. You wanted to see all of him. He pulled away only for a moment to fill your wish before resuming his attack in your underwear. Your fingertips dragged lightly down his muscular figure, a silver pendant hanging between his neck.

Your hands fumbled as you reached for his belt beginning to undo the straps when he stopped you. “No, I want you to cum before I fuck you. I want to make sure you’re relaxed enough to fit me. I’m going to make you cum over and over again. I’ve waited for you for so long.”

You could only nod at his lustful confession before he positioned your hands crossed above your head and kneeled on the ground beside the bed pulling your hips to the edge. Geralt wasted no time before his tongue rode up your pussy, dragging his tongue across your clit harder.

Your grip found itself between his long silver hair while the air left your lungs and he wrapped his strong muscular biceps over your thighs, forcing you to stay close to the edge where he wanted you.

Desperate cries bled from your lips as your hips bucked against him, his nose dragging against your clit as his long fingers slid inside of you, filling your fast. A gasp left your lungs as he joined sucking your clit with his fingers still committing their action.

He knew your body despite this being the first time he’d be with you. He was a professional with no hesitation to find where you needed him as if he’d watch you do it to yourself over and over again. But that’s crazy, right? There’s no way he could’ve been watching you when you were in bed alone fantasizing about the silver-haired brute.

You came fast, a desperate moan burning your throat that likely woke your next-door neighbors. You didn’t think you could moan like that and not be faking it. Geralt pushed you further into the center of the bed shedding the rest of his clothes before sliding his tight briefs down his thighs, his throbbing length flipping against his pelvis.

“Jesus Christ,” you gasped at the size and he had a small smirk on his face.

“Needed you to cum first so it wouldn’t hurt you,” he hadn’t even been in you yet and he was already panting and ready to break. This stoic man looked like he’d crawl across a mile of broken glass to be with you. “Plus I’ve wanted you too badly. I won't last as long in this first round.”

The casual implication of more than one round made your heart (and other parts) skip a beat.

You sat up from the position he had laid you in, his expression confused at what you were doing leaving the spot. “I’m just repaying the favor.”

“Another time,” his voice drenched in lust was barely audible; it was that deep. “This is about you. I want to cum in your tight cunt before anywhere else.”

The vulgar choice of language made you blush as if you weren’t completely naked spread for him, his muscular thighs propping your hips higher. “I’ve been tested since my last partner and I'm on the pill.” It seemed like an eternity ago since your inconvenient celibacy streak, you were starting to worry your hymen might grow back.

“I’m clean too,” the slick tip of his throbbing cock slid between your lips, gently gliding it over your clit drawing a moan from you. “Please let me fuck you raw, I need to feel you. I need to cum in you.”

“Please fuck me, Geralt.” You wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him lower to you. His body language felt shocked by your chase to kiss him as if he wasn’t used to sex and kissing being included. You worried you’d overstep a boundary when you felt him slide in you.

You gasped against his lips at the burning sensation of his length stretching you out.

Geralt didn’t seem like a missionary guy. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t used to kissing during sex. When you thought of the brief relationship between groupies and rock stars you rarely imagined it being passionate, more like being fucked from behind. He wanted to see you, he wanted to taste you, he wanted you to taste yourself on his lips.

“You’re so fucking tight you’re killing me.” His once baritone volume switched to a faint whine once his thrusting pace. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I’m never letting you go.”

First Fight:

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You laid curled up in bed, listening to the rain and your ‘sad’ playlist. Your blankets curled to your chin as you replayed the scene over and over again.

You know you freaked out, but he just sat there. He sat there so unbothered like you didn’t exist. Like you were invisible to him.

You didn’t realize how hard you fell for him until now. You had never felt yourself get feelings like this for anyone else let alone this fast.

You wouldn’t be surprised if he just ghosted you instead of being a man and actually breaking up with you. He hadn’t contacted you since last night when you fought. Or maybe he would just send you a text saying ‘hey it was fun while it lasted but you’re a lot and this isn’t going to work.’ But maybe he was right.

God, you felt stupid. Your temper got the best of you but you caught them talking shit in the first place.

The night before:

You felt out of place surrounded by grungy rockstars with menthol cigarettes between their teeth, a faint mush permeating from each of them as you sat on their tour bus after a show playing a venue in their LA residency that still had your ears ringing. Conversations you couldn’t find yourself in because you didn’t fully understand. Geralt’s hand never left your thigh as he laughed amongst his bandmates. You felt more like a prop silently beside him. You hadn’t dressed properly for this, your outfit didn’t scream “I’m with the band/I’m a rockstar’s girlfriend”. Their judgmental eyes felt like daggers but maybe you were just being paranoid. You could be wearing a plastic grass hula skirt and Geralt would swear you looked drop-dead gorgeous.

Your grip gently dented the can of White Claw into a triangular shape in your palm. You always faintly shaped your cans like this. You weren’t sure why maybe just a fidgety thing. You had seen Geralt drink before but this was different. He had been packing away hard liquor for an hour and just now started to show intoxication.

You tried to telepathically call your sister with a fake urgent request that would get you out of here but alas your skills weren’t up to par.

You had barely even noticed the knock on the door till one of the equally large band members stood to let them in. “Oh look it’s Destiny,” he cheered with a voice oozing intoxication. Geralt's body stiffened beside you, his hand squeezing your thigh tighter as he gave a scowl to his friend.

A woman in a red minidress and tattoos covering every inch of her arms and legs entered the bus and the way her eyes immediately locked to Geralt, you became scared of the history between them. She looked like a Rockstar’s girlfriend, you didn’t. “Geralt! Long time no see!” Her speech slightly slurred as if she had her own pregame before joining them. She stood in front of seated Geralt; you must’ve been given an invisibility superpower because she hadn’t bothered to notice you.

“Destiny,” Geralt mumbled with a faint nod of his head. His body language fed like he dreaded this confrontation.

Fuck. Were you the other woman? Acid was building up in your esophagus waiting for answers.

“You looked really sexy on stage tonight,” she purred brushing her knee against his. “I’m wearing that dress you love so much, did you notice?”

You wanted to leap from your seat and run out of the bus at a speed only possible in cartoons but Geralt held your thigh down, he could tell you wanted to flee.

“No, honestly I didn’t.” He shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly.

“You didn’t answer my Instagram DMs.” She gave a childish pout.

“I don’t check my requests,” his condescending tone made you internally giggle while you were simultaneously still struggling not to cry in front of everyone. “I have a girlfriend now, sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” You scoffed, whipping your head towards him. “You’re sorry you can’t spend the night with her because you’re burdened with me?” You were being extra but you were too tipsy and bored to do otherwise. You just wanted out of this fucking bus. You just wanted to go home.

This was the first time you really came to realize the vast difference between you and Geralt. Your lives, your styles, your vices, you don’t know how you’ve been able to keep him interested when his life is like a movie every day of the week.

“Oh!” She looked shocked. “Sorry babes honestly you looked like a roadie like anytime I would visit Geralt after shows he’d be all over me so I couldn’t even tell with you. But I love that casual outfit look. it’s so cute on you.” Her insults were identical to those popular high school girls and you thought about fucking kicking her.

“I’m gonna go,” you grunted digging your nails into Geralt’s hand on your thigh and quickly swinging your purse over your shoulder once you stood. You just needed air, this was all too much. The bus only smelled like weed and sweat and music was playing loudly on the speakers bringing a headache on that alcohol wasn’t helping.

“Oh my god did I make you uncomfortable babes, I’m sorry you feel that way.” Destiny continued to give an obnoxiously fake pout the smell of cheap perfume clouded her as you walked past.

“Eat glass bitch,” you scoffed looking at her. “What kind of a fucking hooker name is Destiny, can you get any more cliche?”

You ignored Geralt’s protests as you left the bus, digging through your bag for your phone to order an Uber even if it was going to be crazy expensive to get back home. At this point you’d pay thousands to be out of this situation.

“Wait!” You heard Geralt call out after you as he followed behind. Your pace became faster, the sole of your shoes clocking against the wet blacktop of the parking lot behind the venue dedicated to bands and workers. His large hand pulled at your shoulder catching up to you surprisingly fast.

“You sat there fucking quiet as a mouse,” the vein in your forehead surely protruded like it did when you got angry. “She’s right; I don’t belong in your world.” You impatiently glanced at the confirmed Uber order only a few minutes away, likely waiting for rides to come in from drunk concert attendees needing a ride home.

“It’s not like that,” he sighed looking like the alcohol hit him all at once when he chased after you. “I’m just drunk and a bit stoned-“

“I can’t.” You interrupted. “I have a real job and I can’t just spend my nights off hanging around your rockstar friends who look at me like I’m fucking nothing!”

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“He was just a phase.” You heard your sister’s voice in your head again after your phone call to her in the morning to update her. “You really should start to settle down. You’re not in college anymore. Not to sound like mom, but this is the prime years to find a husband.”

You hated the way she worded it all but she wasn’t wrong. You wanted to be married in a house you owned with a white fence and maybe a kid. It was in your 5-year plan. He wasn’t going to settle and you knew that. Men like that don’t need to settle down they’ll have girls lined up down the block for him till he’s 90.

Your anxiety meds made you exhausted, at least it was better than pacing and crying. You nuzzled further in your blanket and shut your eyes. It was a dumb fling, you’ll move on.

A strike of thunder startled you awake, the room now dark as dusk painted the sky a deeper hue. You aimlessly reached your nightstand, fiddling with your lamp till you switched it on. The soft light filled the black room revealing the intruder sitting on the chair beside your vanity.

“For fucks sake Geralt!” You screamed clutching your hand over your heart, shooting up out of bed.

The silent giant sat brooding on a plush chair two sizes too small for him his teeth bared into his knuckle.

“God, you’re gonna give me a fucking heart attack!” You ran your hands over your face trying to catch your breath. “What the fuck are you even doing here!”

“I’m not letting this end.” His words came out of him as if he were hollow inside pain being the only thing that filled him. At a better look at him, the bags under his eyes were exaggerated and his permanently wild hair looked unmanaged. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, ever. I don’t care I’m not letting you end this.”

“How did you even get in here?” You pulled the comforter off and got out of bed as he remained seated.

“I broke the lock,” Geralt muttered so nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just confessed to a borderline crime. “I figured you’d be asleep you hadn’t been active on any of your social media in a couple of hours and you told me one time that the rain makes you tired.”

A scoff left your lips in shock. You maneuvered around the bed to stand in front of him. “That’s really creepy.” Secretly you were blushing on the inside at the dedication he was desperate for knowing what you were doing and he remembered minuscule details like that.

“We’re not breaking up.” He stated before standing from his small seat. “I’m not letting you go, I don’t care what you say.”

“Geralt,” You sighed scratching at your neck as you looked up at him. “We’re just too different it’s not gonna-”

Geralt interrupted your tangent by kissing you forcefully, his large hand wrapped at the base of your neck. “Shut up,” He grunted.

“You can’t just kiss me and make a-all our problems go away.” You stuttered as you recuperate from his taking your breath away.

“Shut up and get on the bed so I can show you how badly you need me.”

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“You need to come to get Geralt.” Keith had barely muttered a simple hello when you accepted the call. 

“You’re his security, why are you calling me?” You rolled your eyes as you wiped your hands on the towel set up beside the bathtub. 

Touring was fuckin rough to say the very least. You had a two-day stretch in Atlanta, finally being able to relax in a fancy hotel suite than sleep another night in a bus or on a first-class red eye. 

Plus their fame granted them access to the finest five-star hotels. You were out up in their penthouse, the bottom floor being a large casino with restaurants and clubs attached. You were convinced buildings like these were a paradox and never actually ended. Once you had seen the large jacuzzi bathtub you immediately declined the invitation to their regular galivanting to rewind in the swimming pool-sized tub with your murder mystery novel, a face mask, and a mountain of bubbling foam.

“He’s a fucking giant who is double my size. Plus, you know he only listens to you when he’s like this.” Keith was a bruting man, so the few times you’ve heard him beg you knew he meant it. “And I don’t feel like having his PR agent up my ass tomorrow when his face is on the cover of every tabloid. He’s in the Spade Lounge.”

“Fine,” you groaned. “I’ll be down there in 10.” 

Anger was coursing through your vein as you stomped through the oversized casino. You looked vastly different from its other patrons. People were dressed in glamor, and you were bare-faced wearing oversized tour merch and a pair of leggings. 

You approached the bar with your arms crossed over your chest. As you tried to weasel in, a bouncer halted you. “Ma’am this is for VIP only, and we have a dress code.” 

You could overhear Geralt’s husky yelling with overexaggerated laughter from inside the small club. “Look, Cameron,” You glanced at his name tag. “If you want that giant to tear up your little bar like a barbarian then I suggest you let me through.” 

“What are you some groupie? He has enough of those with him.” He asked condescendingly. Your eyebrows furrowed at his comment. 

You raised your left hand into his view to show the outlandish ring. “I’m his fucking wife and unless you want me to also make a damn scene then I suggest you let me through.” 

You weren’t married yet, he begged for your hand and didn’t exactly like it when you said no. He made sure you’d be hurting in the morning as he hauled you over his shoulder and whipped you with his favorite flogger till you nearly fainted from the painfulsobbing and blood drew from your skin. 

But once you gave in and screamed yes to make him stop, he became the soft man you fell in love with. He took care of you, held you in the bath, kissed you, and told you how much he loved you and he’s going to make you the happiest girl in the world. His gentle moments made you feel weak because the butterfly feeling you got when you first fell in love fluttered through you again.

The bouncer stepped out of your way letting you storm into the bar. Your heart was racing at his comment. Geralt wouldn’t do that, you told yourself, or would he? His deep ruckus lead you as directions to further back in the bar where all the bands that were touring along with the roadies and the groupies who followed them from show to show in a closed-off section. He was in the center of a rounded leather couch around a table that was covered in bottles and had faint white powder residue. But the two plastic-filled Barbie look-alikes that were practically sitting on his lap, one of them stroking his long hair, the other with a hand on his chest was the focal point of it all. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You yelled, bringing all their attention to you. Despite the bar being obnoxiously loud the group of animals stuttered quiet. Geralt’s head lolled to you, with pupils slightly enlargened with a dazed expression on his face. You hadn’t seen him this fucked up for quite some time. You hadn’t been there to cut him off like you usually did, and his cohorts encouraged this for the rockstar-type parties. His presence only had value to them when he was fucked up and blowing money and making magazine covers.

“Mmm,” He hummed with a grin. “There’s my pretty girl.” His groupies laughed to each other at your below casual outfit like high school girls would when you wore a pair of jeans that were out of style.

“Fuck you,” You grit your teeth. If you weren’t so furious you’d cry. This was the exact thing you originally broke up with him for to avoid this hurt. “You know what, stay down here all you want. You’re a piece of shit, have fun.”

“Baby,” He slurred, standing to cause the girls to fall off him. “I missed you.” It was like he ignored everything you just said. Unable to fit around the table at the center of the couch and people not getting out of his way fast enough he flipped the glass table out of his way, making sure to grab the bottle of Jack Daniels before the table shattered. 

You were too furious that you knew that if he stepped any closer you were going to slap him. You stomped back out of the bar and through the casino except this time you had more speed trying to get away from him before your anger faded and tears would replace that. 

As you stepped into the empty elevator you could see Geralt trying to catch up to you. “Wait!” 

“Take the fucking stairs.” You growled before slamming on the closing-door button. 

You pressed your back against the elevator wall, staring at the small screen that displayed the growing numerals as you grew taller. You wished Keith would’ve just kept his goddamn mouth shut and not involve you. 

Once the number reached to 20th floor you dragged yourself to the room. The fact that you knew Geralt didn’t have a key made you giggle internally. 

You stared at your belongings as you took a deep breath, trying to force your anger to remain so sadness wouldn’t grow in its place. Hesitantly you gathered everything you had. Why were you sad? You fucking hate him. 

The police-style slam on the door made you jump. “Please let me in.” He begged out of breath. “I feel dizzy, I’m gonna, I’m gonna faint I think.” 

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath rushing to open the door. The last time he drank like this he hit his head and you had to stay awake to keep him from falling asleep.

But once you opened the door he stood there perfectly stable with no sign of passing out. “What the fuck?” 

You jumped back as he forced himself into the room, slamming the door behind him. “20 flights of stairs I’m pretty sure I sweat half the alcohol from my body.” 

You bit your cheek to keep from smiling, knowing that he chose to climb 20 flights of stairs like you demanded rather than taking the easy way with the elevator. But you might’ve second-guessed his towering muscle of the way he bulked himself from working out an annoying amount. 

“I’m taking a flight to my sister’s considering how you made me break my fucking lease and move out of my apartment. Now it’s going to be practically impossible to find a new place with that in my background.” You yelled. “I fucking hate you.” 

Geralt sighed, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist, persisting as you slammed against his chest to try to free yourself. “I love you, wasn’t doing anything. My hands were to myself, fuck I barely remember most of the night other than you throwing a fit and climbing up 20 flights of stairs.” 

“Throwing a fit!” You scoffed pushing on his chest making him finally let you free. “You ruin my goddamn life and you can’t even stay faithful? You must think I’m a fucking idiot to fall for that song and dance.” 

The anger once again replaced the sadness.

“I swear to god I’ll get the bar to pull up security footage.” He rubbed at his temples before sitting on the bed. “God, I fucking love you and I know how it looks but I just wanted to go back and kiss you and taste you and fuck you, I always need you and you weren’t even there to take care of me. They swarmed me.” 

“They look like supermodels I have a hard time thinking you didn’t try to push them away.” You scoffed. 

Before you could pace away Geralt grabbed you by the waist and forced you to stand beside him on the bed. “I only want you, you’re all I want. I need you, baby.” 

You looked at his dopey-eyed expression adoring you. You pushed his shoulders to make him lay on the bed. “So help me God if you even think about cheating on me I’ll end your fucking life.” 

You slid your leggings and panties to the ground before getting on the bed to straddle him. “If you think that any other pussy would compare to mine you’re dead wrong.” 

Your hands began to undo his belt and you could tell he was trying to hide that shit-eating smile he wore whenever you were eager like this. “Pull me out, princess.” 

Your hands instantly stopped and he groaned. “You know what, I’m gonna put that mouth to good use.” You scolded hiking yourself up his body and to hover over his face. 

“Please, baby. Let me taste your pussy.” He begged, you could feel his heavy breath between your thighs. 

“Show me how sorry you are then.” You ordered. He latched his arms around your thighs to pull you on his face. 

His tongue wasted no time before gliding over your cunt like a starved caveman. You grabbed him by the roots of his white hair as you let out a moan. “Fuck…” 

For as much of an asshole that he was, he knew how to bring you down with such ease that it should be criminal. 

He flicked his tongue from under your clit with speed like he couldn’t get enough. You were almost dizzy from how good it felt. 

“Ride my face, baby.” His request came muffled from between your thighs. 

You stabilized yourself with one hand on the bed and the other remaining in his long locks before beginning to ride him. You whimpered as his mouth devoured you wholly, his tongue gliding along as he began to suck your clit. 

Your hips gained speed as your breath grew heavier. You winced as one hand let go of its bruising grip on your thigh to aid his efforts and slide two fingers expertly inside. “Daddy,” You gasped as you felt his extensive digits curl inside you. 

The rapidity of your moans would’ve embarrassed you if you weren’t so distracted by Geralt eating you out like his life was dependent on it. The pace of your hips rocked quickly against his face, dragging the bridge of his nose along your clit. 

It became too much; the way his tongue was gliding against every inch of you, his dextrous fingers bending deep inside of you to taunt the spot he found so easily. “I’m gonna cum daddy.” You cried out, your head thrown back as you rushed along the edge. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please.”

He merely grunted from between your thighs to encourage your release. The baritone vibrato of his hum sealed you off. The banshee-like scream you let out felt echoed around the suite and probably all the way down to the casino. 

You struggled to catch your breath as you turned back over beside him to lay on the bed. Geralt wiped your release from his face before sucking his fingers clean. You barely had time to recuperate yourself before the insatiable giant was back on top of you, kneeling on the edge of the bed between your thighs. 

“Look at you,” He grinned a vicious smirk, his fingers caressing over your sensitive folds making you flinch. “Why the fuck would you be as stupid to think I could ever want anyone else when I have such a cock hungry slut waiting in my bed for me?” He lifted your legs over his muscular thighs to aline himself with you. 

“Maybe the same kind of stupid that would get himself in a situation where I could think that?” You grunted, quickly sitting upright to grab him by his tousled hair and forcing him to roll to his back. 

You straddled his hips once again, his anger showed evident on his face with his lips pursed. “Call me stupid again and see what happens.” Your hand grazed over the expanse of his chest, your fingers moving to his neck. You swiftly maneuvered yourself onto him, the both of you groaning as you slid him fully inside. 

You could hear the sheets tear under his hands as he gripped onto them tightly trying to restrain himself. You both knew he was letting you have this. If he truly wanted to there was nothing you could do to stop him from regaining power and keeping it that way. 

“Fuck, you feel good.” Geralt cursed. The lump of his Adam's apple bobbed as he moaned. You caressed your hands along the beginning of his neck, feeling the stubble of his facial hair growing threw, down his woolly chest, twirling around the silver medallion that stayed permanently posted to him. 

You ground yourself down his length, both of your moaning harmonizing with each other. “What’s stupid is for you to ever think that anyone else can make you feel this good.” You taunted. You could feel him struggle beneath you as you put his restraint to the test. 

“Don’t want anyone else,” His breath was thick of teetering control. 

You chuckled, copying his usual maniacal mocking laugh. “And yet every time when you accuse me of fucking someone else I end up in bruises? Why do you get to get off so easily? I mean I practically caught you. So why should I listen to your bullshit?”

When he tried to open his mouth to respond you clenched down on him, and watched his eyes roll back in reaction. 

You dug your nails into Geralt’s chest as you road him faster. “Fuck, you look so good like this.” His eyes wandered your position in admiration. “I’m yours.” 

“You don’t have to tell me things I already know.” You countered. “I can feel you throbbing in me, daddy. Is that all for me or those girls?” 

Geralt abandoned his efforts of withholding and snatched your hips, beginning to fuck into you at a relentless speed. “You’re mine, and you’re all I fucking want and you will never ever have anything that isn’t me.” His hand came down roughly and smacked your ass. “You drive me fucking crazy and I think you secretly love it when I take it out on your pretty little cunt. And god I fucking love you.”

“I love you too,” you moaned and you knew it wasn’t a lie. You still loved him. And you were scared you would never stop.

“Daddy, it feels so good.” You lost all ounce of strength you had as he once again found the rhythm that brought you to your weakness. You folded over atop of him as you came, his hips sped through your climax. 

Before you could gather yourself he yanked you down to be pressed against his chest. “You want me to prove that I want you and only you?” He growled in your ear as you felt his cock pile drive into you enjoying the obscene noises of your sweat coated bodies meeting. “I’m gonna fill you up with cum and see if you say otherwise.” 

You pushed the palms of your hands against his chest to pull away from him but now he truly didn’t withhold his strength and didn’t let you anything but press against him.“W-Wait don’t-” Your pleading interrupted once you felt the telltale times of his release. 

“You’re so good for me, my love. We belong together.” he hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple as you tried to keep from crying. 

“Let me go.” You grunted as you fought against his hold.

Geralt grabbed you by the back of your neck, forcing you down to have your ear next to his lips. “As adorable as it is to see you jealous, so help me God if you accuse me of that shit again I’m going to ruin that pretty skin of yours worse than I ever have.”

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“What the hell are you doing here, Geralt?” 

You sighed with a yawn wrapping your cardigan over your soft silk nightgown as you stood in your door frame at 1:32 a.m. 

“I came straight from the airport to you,” his words fumbled a bit, clearly having had more than a couple of drinks on the plane ride here. 

You rolled your eyes before blocking his attempt to come into your apartment. “I told you two months ago after the tour started that we’re done, I’m not meant to be the girlfriend of a Rockstar. Just go home.” 

He grunted with a pout before wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. “You didn’t mean that, baby. You were just having one of your tantrums again.” 

Your attempt to push him off you was futile. “No, Geralt, we're done. We’re over. Finished, end of story.” His breath reeked of expensive liquor. “I’m not gonna sit at home for weeks and even months at a time while you’re gallivanting across the world spending every night surrounded by groupies.” 

He gave in to your pathetic pushing him off, stepping back with a staggering step. You quickly slipped back inside, locking the door. 

You heard him lean his head against the door and whine. “I don’t want them, I’ve never wanted them. Only want you.” 

“Yeah right, like I believe that.” You scoffed. “Regardless of your infidelity, I’m not comfortable being away from my boyfriend for so long.” 

“It sounds odd but it kinda turns me on when you use big words,” he giggled slapping his hand against the door with the sound of his usual rings clinking against the door. He hadn’t meant to slam the door, he was just such a large bruiting man that it was loud anyway. “Pretty and smart, such a deadly combination don’t you agree?” 

“Geralt please leave before I call the cops,” you ordered but despite your efforts, you barely sound threatening. “We’re done, nothing is going to change that. You deserve a nice girl who is willing to give up her life to tour with you, but that’s just not me. You’re being drunk and a mess right now and I’ll order you an Uber if you need me to but I’m done with you.” 

“I need to feel you,” he whimpered. “Need to taste you. Missed you so much you have no idea. I haven’t cum in so long because I can only get hard for you and I can barely get myself off without you. It hurts baby, don’t you wanna take care of me like you always do?” 

“Quit being vulgar.” You blushed, glad he couldn’t see you from the other side. “Geralt it’s late, you’re drunk as per usual, go home.” 

“No!” He grunted jiggling at the locked doorknob. “Need you, now. Need to be in you.” His caveman-like efforts started you, knowing that in no way you’d be able to hold him off. 

“You’re scaring me.” You whimpered. “I want to get married and I want a family and I won’t get that with you. Not in the way I want at least.” 

“I’ll get you pregnant right now and we can go to the courthouse in the morning.” You could feel him pressing his weight against the door as you stood from the other side. “God I’m hard just being around you baby. Let me play with that tight pussy. Be good and do what I say or else.” 

“Or else what?” You scoffed. “You’re not gonna do shit so let me go back to bed because I have actual work in the morning.” 

“You wanna bet on that?” 

You gasped as you heard him snap off the doorknob from the other side, slamming his full weight against the door, breaking it free of the lock. 

You jumped back as you began to cry with fright. 

He shut the damaged door with the back of his boot as he stood over you. “Stand up, I’m going to fuck you, and the less you fight the less it’ll hurt and I’m just trying to look out for you baby.” 

You scurried back trying to nervously stand with your heart pounding in your ears. He grabbed you by the hair, pulling you back down in front of him. “You know what? You can put that pretty shit-talking mouth to good use. Fucking open or I'm gonna break your god damn jaw.” 

You shook as you sobbed, readjusting on your knees, mouth open wide, staring up at him. 

He hummed in content. “So damn pretty like this.” You brushed his hand under your tear-soaked cheeks, his thumb over your jutted bottom lip. “Be a good girl, you know what I want, you know what I expect from you.” 

You nodded and with shaky hands began to unzip his expensive leather pants. He made you feel pathetic and small beneath him as you pulled him out already hard. “If you use teeth I’ll fuck your face till you puke.” 

You wet your lips before taking him in your mouth. Your hand squeezed the base of his cock. You tried to disassociate, make this go by easy, but his affectionate touches made you melt under him. 

His fingers pet over your hair, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. You missed him so fucking much, there was no denying it. But by now you hated him, how dare he barge down the door and force himself on you. 

“You look so perfect like this.” He groaned in pleasure. “God this tour was so long, I missed you so badly, missed that pretty mouth and that pretty cunt.” 

You choked a bit pulling off of him and trying to catch your breath. “It’s alright, I know it’s been a while since you've had my cock in your mouth.” He grinned with gross pride and you wanted to slap him. 

Geralt swept all your hair up away from your face, urging you to take more. His obscene grunts, causing your cheeks to blush and you hoped he couldn’t tell from his view. His hand moved to the back of your head and you felt him begin to faintly press down and you tried not to completely rip away. 

You doubled down and synchronized the bobbing of your head with the stroking of your hand around the base of his cock. “Fuck, have me about to cum so fast, I feel like a teenager again.” 

You sucked, hollowing your cheeks around him, his throbbing length already painting your tongue with his precum. He grabbed a fistful of hair as he began to thrust. You slapped your hand against his thigh, trying to make him pull away. “I’m about to cum, stop fighting me bitch.” You dragged your sharp nails down his thigh as you felt dizzy from lack of air. 

“Fuck,” He groaned loudly as he filled your mouth with his overload of cum. “Fucking swallow, you ungrateful whore.” 

As he pulled his dick from you he placed his massive hand covering both your nose and mouth, cutting off any airway. You choked as you swallowed it down, just begging for air. “You’re such a good girl.” 

You wheezed as you tried to catch your breath, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. “Get out.” 

“Shut up.” Geralt picked you up like you were nothing more than a bag of grapes, forcing you over his shoulder. He carried you to the bedroom, his thick boots clomping against the hardwood and you wished you had downstairs neighbors to come upstairs and complain. Help you out of this. 

“Geralt, please no more.” You sniffled wrapping your arms around yourself on the bed. 

He grabbed at your ankle, yanking you down to the edge, the comforter curling up in the dragging. He shredded your silk nightgown like tissue paper and you shook in fear. “Fuck, you’re so damn wet.” Geralt couldn’t rip his eyes from your heat as he pulled off his loose top, tossing it on the ground, the silver medallion that never left his chest somehow looked small compared to the rest of him. He even looked sexy as he pulled his long white hair back from his face.

You could feel yourself dripping across your thighs, you cringed knowing that it will likely get on the bed too. “Keep your legs spread or so help me god.” 

You submissively nodded, spreading your legs out for him further. He grinned at your obedience. “Missed that pretty cunt.” As he got on the bed, his large frame denting it down with him, he grabbed at your legs forcing them over his shoulder before laying eye level with your heat. He buried his nose against it and breathed in ferally, like an animal trying to smell its prey before it became the meal. 

Geralt’s thick tongue dragged abruptly across your folds and you moaned animalistically. You could feel his snarky grin even without seeing his face. His hands wrapped tighter around your thighs as he continued. 

He wound his tongue throughout your cunt, wavering in movement. His breath was heavy against your heat. He ate like a starved man begging for a final meal. His fingers stroked the stretch of skin between your cunt and ass, teasing your hole to beg for intrusion. 

He lapped lasciviously at your clit, making you moan wantonly. “Oh fuck…” You gasped as his two long dexterous fingers entered you. It’s like he knew your body like the back of his hand and found your spot curled inside. “Oh…” You felt all thoughts fly out the window as the pleasure made your head spin making you lose all track of thought. 

His appetite grew savage like when he latched his soft lips around your throbbing clit and sucked, burrowing his head even more against you, his fingers curling over and over again inside of you. Your hands ran through his long white hair, unintentionally pulling it as you got closer. Your hips rode his face faster as the pressure in your abdomen tightened. “I’m gonna…” 

You felt him hum against your clit, silently encouraging you to cum on his face. “Oh, my go-ood fuuck!” 

Your head flew back onto the bed as he directed you to your finish. You could barely control your girlish cries as you felt the wind knock from you. You became jello below him as he sat back up, his cheeks tinted pink as he licked his fingers clean. “Knew that would make you stop being such a whiney bitch.” 

If you had any bones left inside of you, you’d probably hit him for that. 

He rearranged your hips and pulled you to his groin. You were too blissed out to notice until he punctured deep inside of you, waking you like a splash of cold water. “Geralt!” You groaned in surprised pain at the intrusion. 

Your body took time to acclimate to his size, there was no just instant fucking. He pushed himself to the hilt and you squirmed in pain. “Is’ too deep.” 

“Be good.” He demanded as he thrust back in again, jolting your body upwards. “You’re gonna behave and take my dick deep in that tiny little trap of yours, do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” 

You dug your nails into his shoulder as his thrusts grew faster, each one being deeper inside. His face was burrowed into your neck, kissing and sucking along every spot he knew was a weak point for you. Each time he pound into your cervix you’d blink the tears away from your eyes and cried at each meticulous thrust. “Geralt, it hurts, I can’t fit all of you in me.” 

He sat up for a moment, not halting his thrusts before clapping his big hand over your mouth. “Stop fucking talking.” He ordered as he layed his forehead against your own. “Do you hear that?” 

You didn’t try to reply to his rhetoric with his hand covering your mouth. His thrust barely slowed in speed as he gyrated his hips from more of a curve. “Listen to how wet you are.” He demanded and you wanted to combust in shame from the lewd symphony. “You talk all this shit, yet at the end of the day, your pussy knows who she belongs to. Isn’t that right?” 

You closed your eyes trying to avoid his confrontational ones. He thrust particularly harder, causing you to cry out. “I said, isn’t that right?”

You nodded as he kept you muted. He grinned pompously, watching you fall more and more under his unbreakable spell. “Aren’t you embarrassed? You cried all these big crocodile tears and yet that little cunt is soaking me.”

Pleasure and shame coursed through you rapidly, fighting each other for the primary emotion. “I bet I’d barely have to rub that little clit and you’d be cumming again because you’re nothing but my fuck hole.” 

You wanted to fight him as you felt his hand slide between your bodies, beginning to strum your clit. Your back arched, pressing yourself flesh to his chest. “Listen to the sound of me destroying you. No one will ever be able to fuck you like this. You’re mine forever.” 

You panted from underneath, your eyes fluttering shut as you came again. You could feel his hips thrust faster before his carnal grunt echoed as he filled you to the brim. 

He moved his hand from your face and you were able to breathe fully now as the mountain of a man moved from atop of you. You cried out in pain once more as he pulled out of you, feeling like a part of you was ripping. Without seeing it you knew the sheets beneath you and the skin between the two of you were flooded with his load. 

He brushed his hand over your cheek. “If you ever do something as stupid as trying to leave me again, I’ll really give you something to cry about. Do you understand?

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You read half paying attention to your book sitting in the greenroom of a concert arena in Chicago, while the rest of the roadies bustled around you. 

“I just think it’s amazing you quit your job so you and Geralt could be together while he tours.” Chrissy, the drummer’s girlfriend, interrupted. 

You faked a grin up at her. You wanted to scream. Wanted to tell her to call the police, that he made you quit after that night, and you were forced to accompany him whenever and wherever he wanted. Band rehearsals, meetings with the record label, photoshoots, interviews, premiers, and now on tour, so he showed you off as a trophy because that’s what you were to him. A trophy he was madly in love with. 

When tabloids called you ‘The Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee of this generation’ they had no idea the accuracy of it from behind the scenes.

“He loves me more than anything, it’s not fair to him if he’s on tour and I can’t come with.” You repeated the bullshit line he fed to you to regurgitate to the public. “It’s not safe for me to be without him. It’s easier this way. It’s easier for us…” You placed a hand over your fast-growing bump. As soon as your period stopped showing up and you grew sick in the mornings you caught on that he’d been tampering with your easily accessible birth control pills and he made no attempt to deny it. 

“There’s my girl,” You heard the chilling voice coaxed with fake love run to beside you. He scooped you up in his arms from your seat, kissing you like you were the love of his life and to him you were. To you, he was a subtle captor. “Both my girls.” He brushed his hand over your stomach. “I love you.”

You considered punching him in the fucking face 

“I love you too.”

Your third trimester was rough, to say the least, and your doctors had decided to induce labor and schedule a c-section 

Geralt was a lot more scared than you but to be fair you were so looped up on the drugs they gave you that you barely knew what was happening 

But once you fully came back you had a beautiful little baby girl in your arms

You don’t think you had ever seen Geralt cry and at this moment he was crying like a big baby (no pun intended) 

She looked so small in his burly arms

You could see his excitement and happiness twinged with a worry

Like he was scared he was going to hurt her

But he had never felt happiness like that before 

Even as you were half asleep in the hospital bed after Geralt encouraged you to go to sleep you watched your husband hold your baby and your heart felt warm 

The baby was having a hard time circulating its own warmth and although you knew it wasn’t a life or death issue you were still worried and so was he 

The doctors told you that it’s important to keep the baby in skin-to-skin contact to warm her up as fast as possible

You woke up to the sight of her sleeping on his bare chest, a pink baby blanket laid on her back that looked like a washcloth compared to Geralt's large frame 

His head rolled back on the headrest of the hospital recliner he was lounged in, snoring softly his chest rising in sync with the baby 

You carefully sat up and took the baby from him, switching her to lay against your bare chest so he could sleep more peacefully. You realized he hadn’t slept probably since before the baby was born and he didn’t even budge as he continued to sleep 

You buried your nose into the crown of her head, inhaling the pure smell of just her. Just the little girl you created 

You hated him for doing this to you. You hated him. You wanted a baby on your terms, you wanted to be married on your terms 

But as you held your little baby all anger you had faded even if it was temporary bliss

You only saw your husband sleeping in that chair and you only felt love for the man who made a child with you 

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“Are you fucking crazy?” You screamed as you stormed into the hospital room. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“I’m fine, I promise.” Geralt groaned and you could hear the beeping of his heart rate increasing when you came in. If you weren’t so furious you’d think it’s sweet. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay.” Seeing your husband whom you truly despised bruised and damaged lying in a hospital made you feel a way you hadn’t felt about Geralt in a long time. “You can’t do this to me, you can’t do this to her.” You began to sob into the palms of your hands to conceal how you felt.

Your hormones are awful, that’s it, you hate him.

He moved his leg over and forced you to sit beside him in the bed. He laid his large hand on the curve of your stomach. “I drank too much and miscalculated the distance.”

You’d gotten a rushed phone call from Keith, his security, late at night as you were getting ready to fall asleep. During a local show, he tried to jump from a pavilion aside the stage, to the speaker but crashed and ended up in an ambulance.

“You can’t do this shit anymore,” you sniffled. The sight of him more damaged than you ever had was making you go into hyperdrive as you cried harder. “We’re gonna be parents soon, and I need you here with me to do that.”

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, he cupped your cheek and you laid into his hand. “I’m gonna start being more responsible. I’ve wanted this baby with you for so long, I’m not going anywhere.”

The later you got into your pregnancy the more often you forgot the circumstances of your conception. Him replacing your birth control pills, refusing to pull out, he had a plan and you were unaware of it till you went to your doctor’s. After running tests it showed you had been weaned off your birth control for some time. You screamed your head off at Geralt, till your breath grew thin and your arms became weak. You wanted to fucking kill him.

The stiff smell of antiseptic cleaning supplies in the hospital made you feel almost nauseous and dizzy but you weren’t leaving his side anytime soon. He forced you into it and he’s not getting away from this anytime soon. You’re not going to be a single mother no matter what.

“Nothings broken, but gotta take it slow for the next week.” He assured you. “They’re keeping me overnight to make sure my concussion doesn’t worsen.”

You shamefully cried harder. You hated your pregnancy brain and how irrational and emotional it made you. He’s had another concussion in your time of knowing him, but that one was after a rowdy bar fight. “I’m not leaving until you leave.” You insisted, sniffling and shaking your head.

He let out a heavy sigh before forcing you to lay beside him in the small bed. His hands always made their way to your stomach as if they belonged there. No matter where you were or what you were doing you could guarantee he’d find a way to feel her. “We don’t need any more stress on the little one.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m not leaving.”

“Okay, just breathe.” He affirmed. “I’m not leaving my girls anytime soon.”

You blinked away tears. You hate him, why are you crying? He forced you into all of this but right now the only comfort you need is to feel his holding your round belly and the sound of his breathing.

“Don’t do that shit again.” You mumbled, laying close to his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. The baby took so much energy from you, you were constantly tired and could fall asleep no matter where you were or what you were doing.

“I promise.” He kissed the top of your head. “Till death do us part, remember?”

You practically restrained yourself from cringing. And just like that, you hated him again. The marriage he forced you into carrying like a trap for the rest of your life and the baby that sealed his wishes.

“I know you were asleep, weren’t you?” He smirked looking at your sweatpants and a large t-shirt.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Go to sleep, I’ll be fine I’m not tired.” His sleep schedule was the polar opposite of yours. He rarely slept and often just laid in bed till you fell asleep then go do other tasks making sure not to wake you. Or he’d stay in bed and hold you, not taking his eyes off you like a hawk as if you’d be able to escape him in your condition in the first place.

After a few minutes as you danced on the bridge of unconsciousness, you heard him whisper under his breath. “I’m so in love with you.” Believing you had fallen asleep by now.

You hated how quickly you had responded. “I love you too...Dumbass.”

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A/N: Sorry, this is so short! This series is primarily request-driven so if you’d like to hear your own scenarios played out send an ask! I write them in the order I receive them so if I haven’t gotten to yours yet just know I will get to it and will be responding to each one.

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