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thinking abt mean!avatar!jake x human!reader (or js avatar!jake x human!reader in general. shit has me running laps going insane). size kink in full fucking swing here.
cw: size kink my beloved, stomach bulge, degradation (slut, whore), mean!jake, bit of overstim, light oral (f!receiving), squirting, lil bit of praise, fluffy ending <3
wc: 824
jake’s hips rutted into you with great consistency. he held your thighs up to your chest with one hand and his other hand gripped harshly onto your hip, causing enough pressure to leave prominent bruises later on.
he kept his eyes trained on where you two met, watching how his cock slammed into you without remorse. “fuck, pussy’s so fucking wet.” you could barely breathe. every part of your body was screaming for him even though you already had the most of what you could get right now.
“pleasepleaseplease…” you whined, all sense of pride or dignity gone out the window. “please, jake.”
he chuckled dryly, “please what?” you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. “can’t even fuckin’ answer the guy who’s makin’ you feel like this, huh? shoulda known, you’re just a desperate fuckin’ slut.”
he moved you legs apart and rested your heels against his shoulders so he had easy access to your neck. he wrapped his large hand around your throat, it practically wrapped around the whole damn thing. he groaned and squeezed lightly.
that’s when he noticed the prominent bulge in your lower stomach every time he’d move in and out of your cunt. he fucking growled at the sight.
“you see that?” you didn’t have it in you to pry your eyes open, so he instead grabbed one of your hands that were gripping the edge of the table you were laid on, and moved it to push down onto the bulge. you moaned louder than expected at the feeling, that combined with everything else was enough to make you completely lose yourself. “you like that, don’t you? like being fucked deep like the little whore you are? fuck, you’re so small, so fuckin’ good.”
his words sent you over the edge, cumming for the fifth time in a row. “jake—” your walls spasmed around his cock, gripping it like a vice as you saw literal stars. your moans were fucking pornographic, making jake groan.
as you came to, your vision slowly returned and as did your senses. the feeling of his cock was too much as you tried to push him off of you to no avail. he grabbed your wrists and held them above your head with one hand.
“fuckin’ take it, would you?” you whined and whined and tried to use your pathetically weak legs to push him back by his shoulders, which of course didn’t work. that was almost laughable. “thought you wanted this? weren’t you the one begging for me to ‘fill you up and fuck you deep’? fuckin’ slut.” he quoted your words from an hour ago to you with an airy chuckle.
he moaned gruffly as he continued, “‘m close anyway. you gonna— mmmugh…— you gonna be a good girl and take all my cum? hm?”
before you could think, the words were already coming from your lips, “yes sir. need your cum. please.”
the fucking noise that man let out as he came would’ve made him embarrassed if he had half a mind to even think. it was some sort of moan mixed with a whine that was so laced with pleasure it made you swoon. he painted your walls with his cum, and he swears that’s the most he’s ever came in his life. he didn’t even know he was capable of that much.
“so good f’me, baby. so good.”
as he pulled out, the mixture of your cum with his pooled out of your pussy immediately, and he tried— trust me he really tried— to restrain himself from dipping down and lapping it up with his tongue, but he couldn’t.
the second his wet tongue collided with your abused cunt, you squealed and immediately bucked your hips back to get away. he held you down with his hands as he relished in the sweet taste of both of your guys’ finish.
he stood back up and roughly kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. you moaned at the taste. the kiss quickly turned gentle and passionate, and his grip on your waist loosened.
“i wasn’t too rough, was i?” he asked sweetly as he pulled away just enough for his lips to brush against yours, his forehead resting on yours.
there’s your jake.
“a little,” you saw a flash of fear in his eyes, and you giggled, “but i liked it. really.”
his shoulders visibly relaxed then and he sighed contently. he pulled away, resting his hand on your thigh. “well,” he started, “should probably clean up this puddle then.”
puddle? your face contorted into confusion for a minute, thinking you may have knocked something down in all your antics. but then you realized. your eyes shot wide and you felt a flash of embarrassment wash over you, “i didn’t—”
“you squirted.”
he simply laughed at your embarrassment when you groaned, dropping your head back to lay against the wall and squeezing your eyes shut.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nsfw(18+), minors dni. clit play, praise kink, degradation kink, pet names (sweetheart, baby, etc.), fingering, squirting, use of “girl”, size kink/difference.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: “i'll touch you as you wish, but only if you can stay quiet for me.”
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: two jake fics in a day? i might as well make my comeback now. reblogs and feedback are appreciated but never pressured! feel free to send in requests while you’re at it.
“you’re so pretty, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he would whisper against your lips, hoping to hear the smallest whimper from you.
his hands were always quick enough to make you answer; caressing your breasts through the thin fabric.
his hands could cover your entire body: him compared to you was the biggest difference and he loved that about you.
he knew he would always tower over you and make you say yes. you were his prey.
nipples erected and clearly toyed with, he licks his lips, observing the way your eyes would roll back for him. “jake,” a whine came out from you, earning a devilish smile from him.
“hm, talk to me,” he would reply, starting to trail kisses along your jaw, “tell me what you feel, baby.”
he knew what he was doing when he teased you. he always made you say what you wanted, felt, before he continued to pleasure you. he was a man of control, he needed those sweet words to come out from your mouth before he could devour you.
you bucked your hips on his lap, biting onto your lip softly. “i need you.” toying around with your nipple, he pinched it gently.
“you sure you can take it?” he teased you, brushing away a fallen strand behind your ear to see your eyes clearer.
his tongue traced circles into your cheek, the slight coldness of his teeth pinching your flesh.
you agreed obediently, nodding your head.
he could only reply with a laugh, caressing your jaw softly. "so needy to be touched," he started. "can i make a deal with ya?"
humming, you laid your head against his chest still rocking yourself softly against his thighs.
“i'll touch you as you wish,” his hand slides up from your breasts, wrapping around your neck tightly before you could react. his breaths grew heavy against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
there had to be a catch to it. he'd never give in to you so easily, right?
“but only if you can stay quiet for me.”
there it was.
“you want me to stay quiet?” you whispered.
“that includes no talking, sweetheart,” he smirked, slipping a finger between your wet folds. he watched as your teeth sink into your bottom lip, nearly drawing blood.
struggling to stay silent with one finger inside you, he slipped a second one, pumping them into you with no mercy.
caught by surprise, your immediate reaction was to close your legs, but jake thought otherwise.
with his strength, he used his arm to pull your leg up, holding it up against your chest as his other was playing with you.
struggling to stay quiet, you bit onto your own leg, burying your face against it.
“still wanna be mean, sweetheart? guess who gets to tell you when to cum.” he pinched the inside of your thigh.
“such a needy, needy girl. i wonder what'll happen if i end up making you squirt.”
a third digit is added, stretching you out beyond what you can take, but could never compare to jake.
you shake your head attempting to push his hand away, only to be met with a hiss from him and a quickening in pace.
“i feel you getting tighter,” he added as you clenched around his fingers. "c'mon, make me happy, baby."
shuttering, you spread your legs wider, trembling when you felt the cold air hit in all different places.
“i know you want to cum,” he mumbled into your hair.
your hips could no longer control themselves, trying to ride for the high. your arousal was already dripping down from between your thighs, drenching jake's lap.
“cum for me.”
his words sent you over the edge, body shaking into an orgasm.
a low groan was heard by jake as you brushed against his bulge, turns out you weren’t the one that had to be quiet.
you threw your head back onto his shoulder, breathing heavily. that had been one of the best of your life and you were silent.
bite marks were scattered around your knee: all made by you attempting to keep yourself quiet.
smiling down at you, he placed gentle kisses on the crown of your head.
As much as the thought of Din at some point properly wielding the darksaber is amazing, watching him struggle with it is also infinitely entertaining…..
the "pennywise is surprisingly homophobic" screenshot kills me bc im trying to imagine a point in time where someone watched IT and went "the clown thats killing all these people is probably a gay rights activist on the side though"
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