#Yes i think venom has a massive pussy. Yes i think they can make it the size they want it

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I can’t get the thought of mean dom Armin out of mind. Ik everyone thinks he’s soooo sweet, but tbh I think he can be downright MEAN in bed 🤷🏻‍♀️

Like I mean.. nasty shit that you would never expect a sweet boy like Armin to say. Like, if he wasn’t fucking you so good, you’d be worried cause.. the words coming from his mouth? FOUL.

I’m having massive mean Armin brain rot help ☠️☠️

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒꒱ mean, mean boy armin arlert!

bf!Armin x fem!reader

Overview; mean Armin being deliciously devilish between the sheets! 🥰

Content; SMUT

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, utterly nasty smut, mean!Armin

Kinks; degradation, light humiliation mean dirty talk, mean dom!Armin, pn slut and baby, implied multiple rounds, unprotected sex, creampies, dacryphilia (and licking ur tears), daddy kink, slight breeding kink, he calls u pathetic

A/N: OH MY GOD YES i have a craze for mean dom Armin and his nastiness 😩 he's feralllll he's awfullll!! tysm for this juicy request i put all my ussy power into it

He chuckles and talks in that venomous, condescending tone. "Can't even keep your eyes open f'me? I've gotta say, Y/n, I really thought you'd be able to handle me better than this. This is just pitiful."

You whimper weakly, feeling his stubborn cock exert this unbearable yet delicious pressure on your gummy walls. It felt like the room was spinning. All you could sputter out was hiccoughs and pleas for him to keep going — which made a devilish, toothy grin spread on Armin's face.

"Aw, your pathetic pussy's already tired isn't it? Oh, too bad, baby, too bad."

Armin's mouth gets even dirtier as the creampie count goes up. His delicious seed is sloppily spilling out the sides while his cock relentlessly bullies your hole. How could it not spill out when you're so stretched out?

He lowers his pretty, lustful gaze at the place where you and him connect. He won't say it, but he's so impressed at how well his baby takes him.

The bed springs are getting worn down as he gets into a merciless pace. His breaths become ragged and his voice shakes with pleasure as he speaks.

"D–damn, babyyy — you should just give up on working n' be my full-time slut. You'd like that right? Just staying in my bedroom all day, waiting 'till I get home so I can fuck this slutty pussy dumb? Mmm — don't paw at my abs baby, that's so indecent."

Of course, he has to add that at the end of his awful speech while he shoves his whole length inside; when he's balls deep, he gets so much meaner.

He holds his cock inside you like that, as if he's testing your hole. " God, 'm gonna ruin your pretty hole, 'gonna make sure you remember who loves you most." he pants, feverishly kissing your shoulders.

That mean mouth comes kissing up your sweat-dampened neck until it hovers over your flaming cheeks. "Aw, is my slut cryin' 'cause she can't handle daddy being mean?"

"Nooo! 'love it, 'love it please don't stop!" you hiccough, " 'm gonna — m' gonnaaaa — !" you let out a strangled cry that your neighbors most definitely hear, cumming hard on Armin's cock.

A white ring of both cream and cum coats his base, frothing up more and more as he fucks himself into your heat over and over again.

Those sexy brows of his furrow deeply, causing a cleft between them. He looks so devilishly handsome, so lustfully angry, that in your fucked-out state you nearly ask him to marry you right there in your sweaty, messy bed.

More fat, hot tears of pleasure flow down your cheeks, so Armin licks them up. He hovers menacingly over your swollen lips.

"Hey, look at me — yeah, look at me, slut. Did I give you permission to cum? No, no I don't think I did." he feathers in a saccharine tone that doesn't reflect his nasty words at all. "you better announce when you're gonna cum, or I'll make you cry harder, okay?" he adds with a smile.

You think that's nasty enough to say, but oh no he gets worse when he's ready to cum again.

That tongue knows how to do two things very well; eating you out and spouting awful shit. "All you're good for is taking dick, huh? Yeah? But I love 'that 'bout you, baby. Now be a good slut and take daddy's cum, too, 'let's get that naughty pussy knocked up."

[laketaj24]

Shrike II

Author’s Note: Finally, back with some suitable work to be the conclusion of Shrike. I am so intrigued with learning this world, even watching the gameplays, reading the books, and investing in the game. I mention a few things mentioned in the games and writings; if they are in the wrong context, don’t jump me. I hope you enjoy this addition. Let me know what you think! Happy Reading!!!

Side Note: If you are on the taglist and are no longer interested or active in the fandom, please let me know.

Pairings: Reader X Geralt

Warnings: SMUT. Angst

M A S T E R L I S T

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The old house creaked, the most noise you’d heard it make in months. But supposed nothing could remain quiet when Geralt was inside. Your heavy dress swayed with every step you took, you slammed the bowl down on the table, followed by the spoon and then your hands. There was so much anger; you didn’t even know where it derived. Pieces of you rejoiced at even the thought of him being in your presence. They were elated, singing his praises, replaying lines in your conscious as if he never left. But the innate part of you that knew what he had done was venomous. It tainted those thoughts quickly.

“You left me.”

“Y/N.” Your name rolled off his tongue like honey, sweet and smooth, clinging to every fucking reeling emotion you had in you. “I swear.”

“You swear what??” You hissed at him, “You had every intention of returning? You were coming back when the world didn’t need you.”

“Is the child mine?” Geralt dare not look at you. His amber eyes fixated on the empty bowl in front of him. They were cut as if he was ashamed to ask you.

“What?” You answered.

“Is the child mine?”

“Who else’s?” It seemed illogical to you for him ever to think you would bed another so soon after him. Geralt meant more to you than you ever wanted to admit or comprehend. And the fact that you two conceived a child only made your point more blatant. You were destined, and no one could cheat their fate, not even the Witcher.

“How?”

“Geralt.” The tension in the room was replaced by sadness as Geralt finally locked his eyes on you and reached his hand out to your round belly. You forgot how his touch made you feel. Wrecked. Your heart strummed against your chest, drowning out any words that he might have said. You moved his hand from you, wondering how it would have affected you if his skin had touched yours and not the fabric. “What do you want, Geralt?”

“I only want…” He paused. “You.”

“Could have fooled me,”

He sighed in defeat. “I cannot explain why I left.”

“Then I suggest you leave again, I suggest you take your false sincerities to someone who cares to hear them.”

“I am not leaving,” He admonished.

Outside, your door was a small child, ashen blonde hair, and she carried a sword. “Geralt!” She called. Her small voice laced with a sudden panic.

Geralt stood, “There was a reason that I left.” He sighed. “I have,” He gestured to the young girl. “Ciri.”

Geralt explained his exploits and how the past year had led him to go back for her. You’d only heard the murmurs of the turmoil that trickled through the continent. Your heart was set on you and your child, the troubles were not for you to consider at the moment. This did not settle your heart, though, not one bit. It was easy to reach out, it just wasn’t in Geralt to be tied to anything, perhaps that’s why Ciri’s presence shocked you.

The two moved from the inside of the house after he’d explained most of everything to you, he told you how he wanted her to be training always and every second counted if she was to be an actual Witcher. It was odd he was training another child to do his job; he must have truly loved her.

You watched from the window, Geralt trained Ciri on her reflexes. She was decent, not as sharp as him, but for sure on the proper path. She flipped from the stone she’d perched on and landed on her feet. It took one swift kick and duck, and she blocked his next blow.

“Ha!” She exclaimed triumphantly. “I won.” She lifted her wooden sword over her head and then exhaled. “I am done.”

“Who says that you are finished?” Geralt knelt down to her level, brushing the ashen white hair from her face. “Continue training past your exhaustion, a battle doesn’t end when you want it.” He struck her sword to the ground with a single blow, and you grinned at him. “There was no doubt he’d make an excellent father. He’d already taken to his surprise child so well.”

Some of the animosity you’d harbored against him had subsided, it was hard to stay mad at him when he behaved this way, fatherly.

“Allow her one break,” You placed the bowls onto the table, happy that you opted to eat outside and then waved them over. “I have some food for the both of you.”

Ciri did not wait for Geralt’s permission, she simply tossed her sword to the ground and charged over, excited about the food you’d prepared. “Thank you, Y/N.” She looked to Geralt. “Someone cares about my survival.”

“Hmmm.” He picked up the wooden swords and placed them against the tree before he came to the both of you. “Ten minutes to eat. One hour to rest, train until sundown.”

“But, Geralt!”

“No protests.” He said sternly. “Vessimir said six hours of training daily, and you will have it.” Geralt looked to your stomach again, the flutters returned. “Shouldn’t you be sitting?”

“You do not return and tell me what to do.” You handed him the spoon and sat down in the rocking chair. You did not want to admit he was right, your feet ached along with your back. Carrying the child had started to take a toll on your body. “Ciri, you look wonderful out there.”

“She does well, but she is not there.” Geralt looked to Ciri admirably and shifted in his seat. “Nowhere near.”

There was silence as you ate, but the burning gaze from Geralt screamed at you, you could feel his curiosity teaming off him. Ciri finished first and retrieved her sword from the tree. She continued with her bounds of energy, and you found yourself envious of her. You didn’t have much energy, sometimes staying awake was even a hassle.

“Now that we are alone.” Geralt slid his bowl over and leaned forward on his elbows. “Y/N.”

“I do not want to argue.” You shrugged and exhaled. “We have a baby on the way, and you’re already playing father.”

“I,” he paused.

“You don’t owe an explanation to me, Geralt.”

“But, I am giving you one so shut up.” He held his hand up when he noticed your mouth draw into a tight line. “I came back for you earlier and was sent away upon arrival. After talking to a few villagers, they told me that you had been banned from the royal family. I’ve been out in the fucking forest searching for a week now.”

“A surprise child is only okay when it’s the form of her,” You pointed to her thwacking the tree.

“I love you.” He smiled. “And the fact that you are carrying my child only makes that ache in my chest that much heavier. I’ve always wanted it to be you.”

“It appears it was in our fate.”

“If this is truly fate’s will, I guess I should start believing in it then.” He touched your face, “You look exhausted.”

“I am.”

“Get some sleep.”

 It was unlike you to actually listen to what Geralt said, but this time there was no issue with his request. You slipped out of your clothes into the plush bed and wrapped yourself in the soft blanket. It took moments for you to drift off to sleep, which was rare in your state. It usually took hours to find the perfect way to lie, not tonight.

You were unaware of how much time passed, but you felt the dip in the bed when he found his way to you. Geralt’s hands smooth over your stomach, and his weighty armrest on your side. “you could ask before you do that, you know?” You teased.

He would hear none of it; he rested his chin in the nape of your neck, and his hair pricked you. The familiar sensations of having him near covered you. “I did this to you… I don’t need permission to touch what’s mine.” He teased.

His possessiveness was alluring, he pulled you flush against his chest. Geralt’s earthy aroma was one that you had missed, your finger trail down the thick vein in his arms. “You can’t just leave again.” You whispered. “and if you do… don’t come back.”

Being grounded had never been an attribute the witcher conducted well, he was in constant movement. It was something that you were sure would not bode well with having a family with him. It couldn’t.

“Come with me.” He asked.

“No, sir.” You laughed.

His teeth sunk into your shoulder, and then he sucked, drawing a pressure to your pussy you hadn’t felt in months, one you had craved in the nights you slept alone.  The pain followed the surge of lust, and you shook your head. “Please.”

“Are you asking me to come with you because you know that you cannot stay here?”

“I am asking you to come with me because the only home I have ever known is across the continent. If I am to have a family, the safest place I can think of to house them is the school. Come with me to Kaer Mohren.”

“I will not go there.” You said quickly.

“You think here is safe?”

“Yes.”

“Darling to the north, there is a swamp full of drowners, to the south, there is an army taking over everything from Nilfgard. To your east is a city full of thieves and to your west… a father with no heart.” Geralt paused, listening to your breath slow. “My point being there are dangers everywhere, if you are with me… I can and will protect you.”

Perhaps he had done enough talking because at your back, his cock, massive and clearly aroused, poked. You pushed your round ass against it, stroking up and down. The whimper slid from your mouth once his hand delved further down your stomach tot mound that was hidden. He pushed your legs apart easily and then rest his palm on you. You wanted for him to fuck you silly, make you wail his name until you lost your voice.

“Tell me you will come with me.” Geralt whispered in your ear, his teeth grazed the tender flesh on your earlobe and lifted you completely on him. Whatever his plans were, you abided with what he had in mind. You straddled him facing the wall, while his hands cupped your breast and squeezed. They were heavy, both with arousal and milk. Your body had started to prep for the arrival of the little one that stirred inside of you. He pulled the nightgown over your head and tossed it to the ground, which left you utterly naked on top of him. It wasn’t until now you’d realized he’d ventured into the bed with full intentions to fuck you. He was naked, muscles taut, and slick with his sweat from the training he’d just finished.

Each time Geralt’s hand stroked over you, he swore, his cock grew harder, more rigid. The thought that he had made you that way, swollen with his seed, full of him literally made him want to bury his cock into you again and fill you over and over. He wanted you to seep of him when you finally stood, fully claim you by fucking you into the mattress. He reached around and placed his thumb in your slit. He could feel you swelling for him, the blood rushing to those sensitive areas, so no matter how he touched you, you were gonna writhe under him.

He rubbed in circles allowing your head to rest on his chest while he worked. By the fourth circle on your clit, you were soaking his fingers, making it simple for him to rub you until your whole pussy wept for him. Your legs caged his, and from the slip of your fingers on the mattress, he knew you wouldn’t last long like this, but it pleasured him to have all your weight on him. He wanted to fuck up into you; he ached for it. He tapped his cock against your clit once, you jumped in ecstasy. He liked the reaction, so he tapped again and again until your clit jumped and nearly spasmed into an orgasm. Then he pushed into you.

Your satin walls enveloped him, and his head fell back onto the pillows. He was elated just with you still on top of him. His balls were heavy, threaten to spill inside of you just from it. You moved your hips, side to side, and then attempted to ride him. You moved up and then down, taking his whole cock.

“Oh.” You said with hitched breath. The feeling of fully sheathing him was overwhelming. “Geralt.” You swallowed and then lifted and buried his cock back into you again. You found your rhythm, bouncing on him while using the bed to anchor yourself for the ride. Geralt steadied you. Slowly meeting every other thrust as if he was trying to be careful with you. But you weren’t going to break.

“Fuck me.” You said, nearly out of breath.

It was as if he had waited the entire night to hear those words, Geralt placed his hands onto your hips and with a sharp thrust impaled you, the perfect angle. The tip of his cock was hitting your g-spot, causing a shutter to encompass your whole body.

You tugged at your own nipples, twisting them until the slight pain mixed with the alluring pace of Geralt sent you over the edge.

“Fuck.” He said as you fell apart on his cock. “I like that sound.” He smiled. “I like it better when you add my name.” As if it was a challenge, he started to fuck you harder and faster, his strokes causing your heavy breast to bounce and your body to quake with another orgasm.

You caught on this round, and when your back bowed, his name came off your tongue in a song. “Geralt. Geralt.” You clung to his legs for balance, and Geralt growled.

“You like being full of me?” He asked.

The erotic question somehow made you slicker for him. “Yes.” Your pussy sucked around him, coaxing him to stay deep inside of you. “Fucking yes.”

“I wish I could do it again.” He confessed. “Fill you up and see you swollen all over again.”

Fuck. You swallowed and nearly slid off him, but Geralt  caught you, “Stay with me.” He breathed. He was exhilarated by the way you responded to him, your sweat coated the both of you, your cum trailed down his thick thighs, and the thought of burying his seed in you again drove him to the edge of insanity. Geralt wrapped his arm around you and fucked you deeper. He tried to keep the thought far from his mind because every time it inched it’s way in his head, he was ready for it to happen again.

Thoughts consumed you when he laid you on the bed, you lay on your side, and he lifted your leg up, allowing access to your pussy again. What the fuck was going to happen next? Nothing had been settled.

Geralt, as If he knew you were distant, He peppered the kisses on your shoulder, and then his hands were back at your clit rubbing expertly until you came again on him. He pushed back into you this time with languid thursts, controlling the deep grunts that escaped as the build-up to his impending orgasm began. His hips wind the smacked onto your once, twice, and then the third time, he swelled a little more, and the warmth seeped through your pussy. “Stay with me.” He pled.

There was no answer given, the flicker of the candle dimmed, and your eyes closed. You’d sleep on it, but deep down, you knew  the answer already.

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