#Jason Dilaurentis x reader

[v2mped]

bf!jason who’s eyes always find yours in a crowd of people, smiling when your gazes meet

bf!jason who gets jealous quickly and will definitely give a dirty look (or even start a fight) with any guy who looks at you the wrong way

bf!jason who starts kissing you and being all touchy when he’s jealous just so everyone knows who you’re with

bf!jason who buys you flowers and gifts whenever just because he likes seeing you happy

bf!jason who has the worst sense of humor and makes dad jokes 24/7 but you still smile or even laugh at them because of how proud he looks when you do

bf!jason who calls you baby, babygirl, sweetheart, and princess

bf!jason who isn’t afraid to touch you in public and will grab, smack, squeeze and even stare at your ass shamelessly. He starts doing it a lot more just because he likes how flustered you get

bf!jason who definitely wears the most delicious rings on his fingers that make you get heart eyes and asks why you’re staring at his hands like that

bf!jason who gives the sloppiest kisses ever and acts like he hasn’t kissed you in YEARS

bf!jason who says “I need you to use your words sweetheart” when you’re all whiny and needy for him :((

bf!jason who’s too afraid to hurt you when fucking even when you beg him to be rougher

bf!jason who eventually gives in because he couldn’t hold back any longer and fucks you till you’re all dumb and a mumbling mess <3

bf!jason who eats pussy like it’s his last meal, his fingers holding your thighs over his shoulders as your juices run all down his chin and down his neck, and he moans when you cum all over his face cause he can’t get enough of your sweet taste :(

bf!jason who lowkey has a breeding kink and starts mumbling “how pretty you would be with his cum leaking out your pretty little pussy” (but he gets too scared and cums all over your pretty little tits)

bf!jason who gives you gentle kisses all over your face once yall are done and whispers how good you did :((

bf!jason who falls asleep with you in his arms and the cutest little smile on his face <3

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@santoriniii heres a little blurb until I finish your request <3

[girlkisser13]

dating jason dilaurentis would include

• jason is incredibly protective, always looking out for your safety, especially given the danger that seems to surround rosewood. he’s wary of anyone he doesn't trust, and he goes out of his way to ensure you’re safe.

• jason isn’t one for grand gestures, but he would show his affection through quiet, intimate moments. whether it’s cuddling on the couch, taking late-night drives, or enjoying a peaceful morning together, he’d cherish the time you spend alone together.

• trust is a big deal for jason, so he’d confide in you about everything. you’d have a special bond built on the shared secrets between you, making your relationship feel even more intimate.

• jason has a dark past and a troubled history, but being with you helps him find balance. you bring light into his life, and he appreciates how you help him see the good in the world, even when things seem bleak.

• BASKETBALL DATES>>>

• jason teaching you how to dribble and shoot.

• jason jumping up to obnoxiously block your shot.

• once jason commits to a relationship, he’s all in. he’s fiercely loyal, always putting your relationship first and working hard to make sure you both are happy.

• he likes to surprise you with spontaneous trips or adventures. whether it’s a weekend getaway or just a late-night drive to a secluded spot, he loves the thrill of doing something unexpected with you.

• despite his intense feelings for you, jason always respect your boundaries. he understands the importance of giving you space when you need it and would never pressure you into anything you’re not comfortable with.

• jason isn’t always the easiest person to read, but over time, he opens up to you about his vulnerabilities. you’re one of the few people he trusts enough to see his softer side, and he values the way you accept him for who he truly is.

• PHOTOGRAPHY DATES>>>

• posing for him so that he can take pictures of you.

• jason is the boyfriend who would get down on his knees if it meant he could take a good picture of you for your instagram.

• he isn't the biggest fan of pda. he prefers subtle forms of affection like putting his arm around you when you’re sitting next to each other or holding your hand under the table.

• the only exception to this rule is that he kisses you before you have to go anywhere.

• however, when the two of you are are alone, this man is ALL over you.

• he has to be touching you in some way, whether it’s a hand on your thigh when he’s driving or touching your calf when he’s reading.

• he likes to know that you’re always there and that you won’t disappear like alison.

• his favorite thing to do is to rest his head against your chest and listen to your heartbeat while you run your fingers through his hair. <33

[natsvenom]

Angel

Jason DiLaurentis x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve spent the past few days being distant with your boyfriend, Jason, after you and the liars are go to a coffee shop in town and run into his ex-girlfriend Cece Drake.

WARNINGS! Age gap, slight angst, alcohol ingestion, reader has an eating disorder (anorexia), body shaming, etc.

You and the liars walk into the Apple Rose Grill. Everything was stressful, per usual. Garrett had been let off the hook for murder and now Wilden was trying to make Hanna look guilty. There was currently a court order out for them to take a sample for Hanna’s blood. That would’ve been fine, knowing Hanna isn’t guilty. Except A has a way of making an innocent person a guilty one.

“Take it from me, you’re always better off with a really good lie.” A feminie voice said from behind you guys. You physically felt your heart stop in your chest. The voice was insanely similar to Alison’s.

“Is it just me or did that sound a lot like…” Emily mumbled. Younturned around to see a blonde girl standing at the register. There was no way that could be her, right?

“…Alison.” You guys said in unison.

The girl turned around with a smile on her face, but it quickly faded as she saw you guys staring at her like she was ancient relic, “Something wrong?” She asked.

“Oh, no, sorry.” Aria apologized, “You just sound a lot like one of our friends.”

“Hope she’s brilliant.” The girl said, “What’s her name?”

“Alison DiLaurentis.” You told her, staring at her like she was a lost dog.

She looked at you guys in realization, “You were friends of Ali’s.” She says, “Me too, I’m Cece.” You had heard that name before, you just weren’t exactly sure where from.

“Spencer.” Spencer spoke, greeting herself.

“Melissa Hastings little sister.” Cece noted, “Ali talked about you. She talked about all of you. A lot.”

“How do you know Ali?” You dared to ask.

“Before I moved to L.A our families rented summer homes in Cape May. We went through an intense couple weeks together. I dated her brother, Jason. She never mentioned me to you guys?” Cece explained. You suddenly felt tense hearing the mention of Jason. You could only imagine what she meant by an intense couple of weeks. But there was no need for you to be jealous, right? Jason was with you not her. But in the moment you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly gorgeous Cece Drake was. She had beatiful blonde hair, blue eyes, easily a size 4, and not to mention her confident outgoing personality. She was everything you weren’t.

For some reason this realization made you sick to your stomach. She looked perfectly healthy, while the reason you had looked the way you did was from practically making yourself sick. Almost your whole life you had been worried about your appearance; making sure you never ate more than 1000 calories a day, over exerrting yourself, and excercising till you felt your body break down.

You knew you were destroying yourself, but you wanted to be pretty. You wanted to be like the girls at your school who all the boys fawned over. You wanted to be the girl who was always picked first for group projects. You wanted to be the girl who wasn’t afraid to wear a crop top in public. You wanted to be like Alison, beautiful and destructive.

Alison had told you something that’s always stuck with you, “You’re pretty, but sweetie you need to drop a few pounds.” When she was alive you easily weighed 130 pounds. By the time your family moved back to Rosewood, you weighed 100, and now you weigh 110. everyone had noticed the dramtic changes over the years. Your family had done nothing but worry about you, the boys at school would whistle at you and make inappropriate remarks, Hanna was someone who you could relate to, and Jason was someone you could rely on.

Before you guys started dating, he found out about your eating disorder. At the time you and the other liars were still questioning if he was A, but after he had helped you get better you never once thought about him being A again, and dismissed the girls when every they tried to convince you he was just being friendly to get information. Luckily, things were different now.

You wondered why Jason had never brought up Cece Drake before. You silently wondered if there was any part of him that still thought about her. I mean she’s gorgeous, who wouldn’t be thinking about her.

You had been zoned out for so long you hadn’t even been paying attention to their conversation until you saw her about to leave, but she stopped in her tracks, “Do any of you girls know if Jason is seeing anyone? I hear he looks really good now-a-days.” Cece asked.

The rest of the girls looked at you subtly before turning back to Cece, “No clue.” Spencer said quickly, shrugging her shoulders. Cece nodded her head.

“Well if you see him tell him I say hi.” She said in flirtatious tone, making your skin crawl.

It had been two days since you last spoke to Jason. You spent the last couple of days worrying about your body, spiraling back into that same old self concious loop you had been so familiar with. He was starting to get worried about you. He had absolutely no idea what was going on with you.

You sigh, sitting in the driver’s seat of your car. You know you shouldn’t do this, but you really needed something to take your mind off Cece Drake.

Jason sighed as he sat down on the front porch of his house. He had absolutely no explanation for what was goingon and it was driving him crazy. He turned his head when he heard footsteps walking up to him. He had hoped it would be you, but was met with slight disappointment when he saw someone else.

“Hey.” Spencer greeted softly, walking up the porch to sit by her brother. He simply nodded at her, looking down at the cement floor, which suddenly became very interesting.

“I met Cece Drake this morning.” Spencer revealed. Jason looked up, a confused expression on his face. He hadn’t heard that name in so long, nor thought of it. Spencer could see the gears turning in his head.

“What?” She questioned.

“Was y/n with you?” He asked, looking at her desperately for answers.

“Yeah, why?” It suddenly clicked in his head what was going on with you. You weren’t ignoring him because you were mad at him. You were ignoring him because of something she had said.

You sat on a hard red stool at the bar, thanking Alison internally for getting you a fake id. All you had to do was flash it to the bartender and he came back with exactly what you thought you needed. Alcohol.

You had only drank a little bit, but you were already starting to feel tipsy. You were clearly a light weight, and almost everyone knew it.

“What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here all alone?” A masculine voice asked from beside you. You turned your head to see a man sitting next to you, a glass of something that was defintely stronger than what you were drinking.

“I’m wondering the same thing myself.” You heard another voice say from behind you. You didn’t have to think twice about it to know who it was. You spun yourself around in the stool and were met with his warm green eyes. You groaned dramatically, pushing youself off the stool. You forgot that the stool was hightened, and practically fell right into Jason’s arms.

His arms wrapped around you quickly, pulling you back up straight. Well, straight as you could get in that moment, “I’m taking you home.” He said strictly, making you giggle. It wasn’t really funny, but right now everything seemed comical to you. You pushed past him walking out of the bar. You felt the cold night air hit your face. It felt good at first, but then it made you feel sick. You threw up into the bushes right outside the bar, right before warm hands pulled your hair back for you.

“I don’t feel good.” You mumbled, wiping your mouth off.

“Mm, I wonder why.” Jason quipped, rubbing your back as an attempt to soothe you. You groaned, shoving your head into his chest. He put one of his hands in your hair, rubbing your head comfortably.

“You smell good.” You mumbled into his chest, making let out a breathy laugh, “Can we make out now?” You asked, pulling him down by his jacket. He kissed the top of your head.

“Not right now pretty girl.” He said softly. You groaned, the annoyance making you roll your eyes. You pushed away from him, walking through the parking lot, Jason following closely behind you.

You stopped in the middle of the parking lot, looking at a group of trees intensly, “Hey, who put those there?” You wondered, observing the trees like they were the most interesting thing in the world. Jason came up behind you, shrugging his jacket off and putting it over your shoulders. He didn’t say anything, knowing that explaining the process of the life cycle of a tree to a drunk person would just end up with and endless amount of stupid questions.

“I think you should take a nap and then google it in the morning.” He said, intertwining his hand with yours as he walked you to the car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. The car ride home was relatively quite, but it wasn’t uncomfortable silence, it was nice.

When you got to the DiLaurentis house, Jason’s hands stayed on your waist as he guided you up the stairs. You plopped down on his bed as he pulled something out of his closet for you to wear. He helped you unzip your little black dress and pulled his hoodie over your head. You yawned as you threw yourself back onto his bed. He sat down next you, pulling the covers over you and placing a gentle kiss on your head.

“She’s pretty.” You mumbled into the cold pillow, grasping it in your hands. Jason sighed, knowing this conversation would end up happening one way or another.

“Whose the girl that I let sleep in my bed everyday and steal every single clothing item I own?” He teased, making you smile into the pillow. You knew he was right.

“But—”

“But nothing. I love you, and only you.” He assured, pulling you into him as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You cuddled into his chest, grasping his shirt in your hands.

“I love you too, Jase.” You yawned.

“I know angel.”

[writerofsorts]

pretty little liars au

episode imagines/rewrites (masterlist)

(image creds: pinterest)

ft: jason dilaurentis x female reader/ofc.

— i’ve always wanted to do a pll series rewrite with a female reader-insert/ofc and have jason dilaurentis as the love interest. at the same time, i know that i can’t put in the time it would require to do an entire series rewrite, so i’ve decided to do episode rewrites with jason and reader/ofc. most are rewrites from the episodes where jason is present and some are from my imagination.

happy reading and feedback is appreciated!

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Season One

one year later

right place, right time

unexpected visitor

Season Two

back to rosewood

moment of suspicion

a chance encounter

a funeral and a secret

tbd

Season Three

Season Four

Season Five

Season Six

Season Seven

[chloe-skywalker]

Pizza, Messages, Truth - Jason Dilaurentis

Jason x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 467

Summary: Getting -A messages and not telling Jason and you leave your phone with him while going to pay for pizza. Jason finds all the messages. Your gonna have to explaining to do.

Masterlist

Pretty Little Liars Masterlist

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“Did you order the pizza?” Y/n asked as they both entered her room.

“Yup. It should be here any minute.” Jason nodded.

And just like he said the doorbell went off not even 2 minutes later.

“That must be the pizza.” Y/n leapt off the bed.

“Here.” Jason handed her the cash for the pizza.

“Thank you. I’ll be right back.” She kissed him on the cheek in thanks, before going down stairs to get their dinner.

While Y/n was gone doing that her phone went off on the bed. Jason picked it up, deciding to check it to make sure it wasn’t anything urgently important. But that quickly changed when he saw that it was a message from -A. Jason found a ton of other messages from -A.

Y/n re-entered her room to see Jason holding her phone, and the smile fell off her face.

“I thought you said this stopped?” Jason didn’t even look up at her as he continued to read past texts.

“I didn’t want you to worry.” Y/n looked at him guilty, she didn’t want to keep it a secret but also didn’t want to worry him.

“Y/n these are threats!” Jason exclaimed looking up at her with serious eyes.

“I know . Trust me.” Y/n let out a shaky breath.

“Why would you tell me they stopped when they didn’t?” His eyes wide with concern and worry now, maybe even some betrayal.

“I didn’t want you to worry. The threats have escalated.” Y/n told him in a quiet voice.

“That's a reason to tell me.” Jason scolds her, how’s he suppose to protect her if she doesn’t tell him.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered. Y/mn wasn’t scared of him but she understood where he was coming from but Y/n was also terrified of -A.

Jason approached her and pulled her in close, cupping her cheeks in the palms of his hands. “I don’t want you to be sorry. I just want to be able to protect you. Be your shoulder to lean on. For now on please tell me. Let me in.” He pleaded with her.

“I will.” Y/n nodded

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“Thank you.” Y/n said later that night as they lay in bed watching t.v. . He had really been there for her, more than normal.

“For what? Never giving you your personal space?” Jason joked letting out a laugh at his own teasing. Even though he had been more protective lately.

“Being there for me. Wanting to protect me from the sadist that is -A.” Y/n looked up at him from her head's spot on his chest.

“You don’t have to thank me. But you're welcome.” Jason smiled down at her and placed a kiss on top of her head.

Taglist: @padawancat97

[davinashifts333]

THE SECRET AFFAIR (Jason DiLaurentis x Liar!Reader):

⚫️summary; one year after Alison’s disappearance everything in Rosewood went haywire. Y/n, Aria’s maternal cousin & now 1/5 of the remaining Liars, who had either an equal amount or possibly even more secrets than her childhood friends, had been dating her now presumed dead best friend’s brother. That’s right, since before the summer of Alison’s disappearance Y/n & Jason had secretly been hooking up & began officially dating due to her helping him sober up & help him through his toughest nights that now gloomed over his past. She was his main alibi for the night everything happened with Alison but, obviously couldn’t tell anyone why she was with him. So why now, that they’re finally putting Alison to rest does it all go to shit? Because the whole town believes one of the liars did it.

⚠️warnings; swearing, age gap relationship (Y/n is the same age as the girls but one of the oldest, so 5-6 years younger than Jason), adult themes, murder, gore-ish?, PLL shit dude, it’s crazy, 18+ ONLY!

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Y/N’s POV (the night of Ali’s disappearance)

I woke up with a blazing headache to my phone ringing a very specific tone that had become all too familiar. Jason. Thunder rolled in as lightning flashed the barn awake. The text from Jason saying to meet him at our spot which was a small bench in the woods behind his house. I head over, carefully leaving the barn door ajar so the girls won’t wake up when I come back but, I notice i’m not the only one who had planned to escape. Ali was gone and so was Spencer. I brushed the thought from my mind as I remember Jason’s text,

‘Garrett and Ian brought over some weed and I have the shakes now, meet up? I’m freaking out. Be safe. xx’

Jason had been trying to get clean, key word, trying. His friend group wasn’t as lenient as I was though, every now and then I had to help clean him up and sleep through the high or drunken daze. He wasn’t the best at being drunk believe it or not, he got drowsier than me after smelling the fumes when filling my car up with gas. Regardless, Jason was there for me when my dad left to hunt down my mom’s murderer. Yeah, Aria is my cousin, our moms are sisters.. Well.. Were.. That was until one night in the winter of 1998. I woke up after hearing glass shatter and walked down stairs, all I remember seeing was a shadow of a tall man standing over my mother’s body. Since then, I’ve lived with my aunt Ella and her family. Jason was our neighbor from down the street and Aria knew Alison, so obviously I knew them too. He always told me that death brought new life and my new life I had to live in honor of my mom. We clicked from then on. Of course being older he always taunted us girls and would do the typical big brother things to Ali. But one night when I was 14, I kissed him. He was shocked at first but then admitted he always liked me best out of Ali’s friends. The only bad thing was, Alison saw us kiss. She held it over my head like a looming sword on the thinnest of threads, threatening to tell her parents that Jason tried to force himself on me. Which obviously was a lie but who would they believe. Little did she know, I had secrets of hers to shoot back with so, we bonded in that way. A battle for dominance as one might call it. But nonetheless we were best friends, and secrets so keep us together.

I walk up to the bench hearing the crunching of leaves coming from the opposite direction, they staggered a bit and I saw Jason stumbling towards me, tripping on a rock and landing right on top of me.

‘Shit, sorry babe. I guess drunk me has two left feet.’ I giggled at his comment as we sat up, backs against the trunk of the tree that stood tall above our bench.

‘Who bought it this time?’ I asked, changing the subject back to the issue at hand. Jason then took position on my lap, my hands running through his hair. He sighed.

‘Ian. As always. But Garrett also brought booze. You know I can’t resist a nice cold beer. Those two idiots are probably still up in my room thinking I passed out somewhere. How was your sleepover?’ I rubbed his temples, knowing he got headaches when he drank.

‘It was okay, had some drinks too, courtesy of your sister. Hanna and Emily knocked out first and well you kno-.’ Suddenly the sound of someone walking by caught our attention. Jason shot up and stumbled a bit before helping me up. I held his waist to help him gain balance and he whispered to me to head back to the barn. That we’d talk the next day. With a swift kiss goodbye we went our separate ways. But, just as I got back to the door of the barn I heard a scream. I quickly made my way inside to see Emily, Hanna and Aria still asleep. Gladly I didn’t get caught by Spencer or Ali. I went back to my place on the large ottoman and curled up, hoping for Jason to have gotten back in one piece. He wasn’t as drunk or high as other times but, he still could continue through the night or worse, be pressured by Ian. God, I hated his “friends”. They only enabled him to fail at sobriety and I knew the truth behind their little club. Ian started it all with Jason when Ian took a photo of the girls and I in Emily’s bedroom. Creep.

An hour or so went by and I couldn’t sleep with all the thoughts running in my mind but, I kept my eyes shut. Spencer had come back but seemed a bit off, her breathing was ragged and stuffy. Like she had been crying or running. I wondered if Ali had gone back home or if she was coming back but, my question was answered when a loud crack of thunder woke us all up. Emily and Hanna huddled together while Aria “woke” me up.

‘Damn Y/n/n. You sure can sleep through anything.’ Spencer joked trying to lighten the mood and we all slightly laughed.

‘Where’s Alison?’ I finally asked and Spencer spoke up.

‘I think I heard a scream.’

That night marked a huge change in our lives and seeing how things were, my Uncle Byron and Aunt Ella decided it would be best to move to Iceland for a while, to get away. But now that we were back, things seemed way different. I hadn’t heard from Jason much after Ali’s disappearance. We kept in tough but after I was forced to move across the world, we decided it was best to be apart. I hoped he stayed sober but, I also knew the loss of his sister was taking a toll on him.

Aria and I had begun to unpack when Mike announced he was hungry. So Aria and I took my car that my mom had when she was my age, to a little dive bar/restaurant near Hollis College to get some burgers. When I waited for our order, Aria snuck off with this really cute guy who was apparently studying to be an English teacher. I let her have some fun while I contemplated texting Jason. Low and behold I folded.

‘Hey, I know it’s been a while since we last spoke but I figured a check in from our old spot in Rosewood could be cool? I just got back today and could sneak away from Aria for a few. If you’re up for it. Hope you’re doing well. xx.’

He read it almost instantly as if he had known I was thinking of texting him.

‘Welcome back to hell. I can meet you there in 10?’ I felt my heart skip a beat at the thought of seeing Jason after a whole year and quickly shot Aria a text letting her know what I was doing. During our time in Iceland I confessed to her about Jason and I secretly dating to which she was impressed but mainly saddened by and even wrote a modern day Romeo and Juliet based off of us. It was sweet, Jason had even liked it when I read it to him on one of our phone calls early on. He also felt proud that I was able to trust someone enough to talk about him with.

I drove the 10 minutes to the last secluded park where we had to start meeting after our bench had been compromised by the investigation and waited. A few minutes went by and I heard a knock on my car window. I shut it off and climbed out. He looked good, way better than he did when I left. Healthier, a bit more put together and like his face was hurting from smiling so much.

‘I don’t remember you being this bubbly. Are you sure you’re Jason DiLaurentis?’ I joked and he pulled me in for a hug. His signature cologne engulfed me in the most comforting way.

‘No more red streaks in your hair, you’ve grown up. You sure you’re Y/N Y/L/N?’ He responded and I playfully punch his arm. We walked over to the picnic table and sat down. We talked for what felt like hours but in reality was about half an hour until Aria texted me saying she had the food and was getting dropped off at home. I responded with an excuse she could give her parents and she said she’d have my back. I came back to the conversation at hand and decided to ask the big question.

‘Sorry about that, Aria was just letting me know she’d cover for me back at home. So, truth. How are you?’ I asked, his eyes saddening a bit knowing what I meant.

‘Well, i’m sober. A whole 9 months now. Still dealing with the whole Ali missing thing and just graduated from College. You?’ I felt his hand playing with my rings on mine and sighed.

‘Well, about to start Junior year of High School, still dealing with the whole Ali missing thing and now very proud of this guy I used to date. He was a bit of a mess when I left our hometown so, you know. Surviving.’ He chuckled nodding as I ended my response.

‘He was very broken up. I mean come on, not being able to see your gorgeous face for that long? It was criminal. Poor guy was torn up enough already. You just added to the mix.’ I took notice of how true his comment was, I had left him in a vulnerable moment.

‘Well, I tried to keep in contact with him but, didn’t know how else to help, I was grieving too. Just grieving in a different way and grieving him as well.’ He lifted my chin to meet my gaze.

‘You don’t have to grieve anymore love. He’s never given up that one day you’d make your way back to him. Believe me. He even thought about how if you didn’t come back soon, he’d have to go to Iceland to find you.’ His hand now cupping my cheek as my eyes glazed over with tears. Alison always did tell me she loved how I helped Jason become more human in her eyes. She had seen a change in him from when we started dating.

‘Well, I thought he would hate me for leaving. I know I had no choice but, I still wished I could’ve been there to help him, like always.’

‘Baby, listen to yourself. You were always there helping me. Even when you had to go. You called every day, texted all day long, checked in when you could. You did your part, it was just time for me to do mine and let you move on. I just hoped that if we really were meant to keep going, you’d eventually come back to me.’ At this point I was fully crying and listening to his grief and love pour out of him.

‘I did hound my Aunt Ella everyday in hopes of us coming back sooner. And look at us now. I don’t want to move on, I want us, I want to grow in life with you Jason. I wanna see you be the person you always dreamt of becoming and to let the past stay in the past, all the mistakes were just bumps in the road. You took control of your life, focused on yourself and I couldn’t be happier for you. You deserved to be free from those assholes you called friends.’ He placed his forehead to mine and pulled me into his lap.

‘Can I kiss you now? I’m dying over here.’ He whispered and I laughed nodding. At that moment, we were in bliss. Not knowing what was yet to come and how insanely twisted our lives would soon become. After our reunion we agreed on meeting up as much as we could and even heading to Philly for date nights. However until I turned 18, we had to stay under the radar for a bit. It was all rose colored glasses until the first text from -A. It was a picture of me in Jason’s lap and a whole album of pictures of us before Ali went missing. Who could’ve possibly gotten these?

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A/N: HIIII! IM BACK ON MY DELULU SHIT & HAVE FALLEN BACK INTO MY CHILDHOOD COMFORT SHOW PLL. LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE THIS A SERIES OR NOT, ALSO LMK WHAT ELSE YOU’D WANT ME TO WRITE ABOUT! LOVE YOU GUYS & HAPPY 2024!! 🩷🩷🩷

[starstruck-cupid]

Hey y'all, I wrote a bit of a Jason Dilaurentis, but never finished it. I figured I'd post it and if anyone wants me to keep going with it, I will.

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“Ali can't find out about this. You can't tell any of them.”

Jason had his sweet moments, but those words felt like a punch in the gut. He was right, of course. He usually was. At least when he was sober, which wasn't often.

The fling we had that summer, the summer Alison disappeared, was short and sweet. It was what he needed it to be. He wanted something easy with someone malleable. I was like a stray dog. I was alone, and willing to follow whoever gave me the slightest bit of attention. Ali knew that the second she saw me, so it's no surprise Jason did too.

Jason ended it when he found someone more fit for the image he was trying to portray. Sure, I dated around after that. Nothing stuck, though. No one could ever be him.

Being stuck in Rosewood after Ali disappeared was hell. Everyone I loved was struggling. My friends and I had lost the person who kept our friendship together. The boy I swore I loved lost his sister.

Jason and his parents left soon after. Then Aria left. After that it was just Hannah, Emily, Spencer, and I. Until Hannah got popular. She was still around, but it wasn't the same.

The school year was rough. Being known as the missing girls friend wasn't a fun experience.

[deltaharrington]

Secret

Jason Dilaurentis x Female!Reader

Warnings: mentions of drug abuse, short

Summary: Y/n is Allison’s best friend and Jason is interested in her.

Y/n L/n had been a friend of the Dilaurentis family ever since she was a little girl. She had grown up with them. She was practically part of their family.

As she became older, Jason started to see her as more than a family friend. She had matured quicker than any of her other friends and Jason took notice.

Y/n took notice as well, and the pair became close. Closer than her and Allison were. They began to hang out nearly everyday and Y/n considered Jason her closest friend, even though he had an issue with drug abuse.

When he left after Ali’s death, Y/n was lost. She eventually moved on and got closer with the girls.

Just as she felt like she was back to normal, he had come back.

The first time she saw him was from her house. Y/n lived right across the street from the Dilaurentis house and when Jason returned, his shirtless figure wasn’t hard to miss.

“Oh my god, you’re staring at Jason!” Hanna said, sitting on her bed.

“I’m not staring at him! I’m just making sure nothing gets into my yard!” Y/n said and Hanna rolled her eyes, knowing that her friend was lying.

The second time she spotted him was when she was on a run, she nearly toppled over his tools that had fallen onto the sidewalk.

“Woah there,” Jason said and reached out to catch Y/n before she fell.

“Sorry- I should have watched where I was going” She said and Jason shook his head.

“No, it’s my fault” He spoke and Y/n nodded her head.

“It was good seeing you, Jason.”

The third time she saw Jason was when he showed up outside her house, soaking wet from the rain.

“Jason? What are you doing here?” Y/n asked and he looked up at her.

“Can we talk?” He said and she nodded, leading him inside.

“Let me get you a towel” She said and grabbed him one from the closet.

“Can we maybe…?” Jason started “Catch up? Go to dinner this week?” He asked and Y/n nodded her head, a small smile on her face.

“I’d love that Jason. Come sit on the couch and I’ll make you some hot cocoa.” She said and moved to the kitchen.

Y/n got so engrossed in making the cocoa that she didn’t feel Jason’s presence behind her until he gently placed his hands on her shoulders.

She almost immediately leaned back into him, her heart racing.

“Jason, what are you doing?” She asked and he turned her to face him.

“I missed you, Y/n” He whispered and her breath hitched.

“I missed you too, Jason” She said and he smirked, gently leaning down towards her.

Y/n took this as him wanting to kiss her and she leaned up, before their lips connected though, Jason moved back a bit.

“God you are such a tease” Y/n remarked.

“Only for you” Jason said and connected their lips, pressing Y/n against the counter.

This continued until they were interrupted by a phone ringing.

Y/n giggled as Jason answered, talking to whoever was on the line before he hung up, pressing his lips to hers again almost immediately.

This was going to be a long night.

[prettylittleliarsstuff]

Y/n: When you see him, please don't freak out, okay?

Alison: I’m not going to freak out. Whoever you’re dating, I’ll always be accepting of him

Y/n: Alright, you can come in

[Jason walks in]

Alison: Jason, get out the way! I’m trying to see who Y/n is dating!

[awordsmith]

Secrets and Liars

Chapter One

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One Year Later

There's something about being back in Rosewood after a summer away. I close my eyes and breathe in the fresh August air, letting my hand catch the wind out the window of Elio's backseat.

He's a sophomore in college this year. He doesn't talk about Jason much, I don't ask. None one in my family does. The topic of Alison never got any easier, I liked to avoid her all altogether. It's easier that way; if I pretend she never existed it doesn't feel like I'm missing anything in my life. Aches come and go when a memory forces itself to the front of my mind, but ignoring them has become easier.

I started avoiding the girls after starting therapy, it wasn't hard though, Aria packed up and moved to Iceland, Hannah started hanging out with Mona Vanderwaal, Spencer threw herself into whatever school work she could, and Emily focussed solely on the Sharks.

It hurt being around them, but I always tried to keep myself updated on what they were doing. It might be creepy, or not, depending on the context, but seeing them all, especially together would pull on that missing piece. I just know it would.

I wrote a book, something light and coming of age. It was kind of reality, though, all the characters were based on real people, the only difference being everything went right that summer and no one went missing. I published it under a pseudo name, knowing if any of the girls found out they'd probably never forgive me.

We pull in front of our house, I avoid the one to the right of it, keeping my eyes focused on ours,

"It's gonna be okay kid," Romeo rubs my arm.

I shove him away, scoffing, "I'm not a kid."

He laughs slightly. Mom and Dad park their car next to Elio's. They get out at the same time and speak with Elio for a little, probably about college again. I wonder if they're talking about him, I don't have the guts to ask. Even though it's him, my home, I just can't.

"Come on kid," Romeo kicks my leg, I glare at him, then a large smile spreads across my face and he starts running toward our house. I follow after him, knowing I'm not going to be fast enough, he's a track star; it's impossible to catch him.

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I wake up early, I have been for a year; it's almost second nature now. I haven't told anyone, I'm pretty sure they know, at least Romeo or Elio, but they haven't said anything, and for that, I'm grateful.

I open my window, watching his window, missing the nights we'd sit here, across from each other in our own bedrooms, testing. My heart compresses as Ali's image flashes through my mind. I open the window, appreciating the slight breeze of summer.

It was a night like this just a year ago, when I was in Ali's room, watching her strut in her new dresses, gosh she loved showing off. I always admired that about her, and sometimes, I thought even Jason was jealous of the way she was able to be.

Last summer wasn't his best summer, he was pretty much a wreck that whole year, and he was only a senior in high school. I saw less and less of him, it'd felt almost like he'd been avoiding me. I shake my head, not wanting to think about it anymore.

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Romeo starts his first year at Hollis this year, but he asks if I want him to drive me to school anyway. I tell him, no, I can drive myself. Elio goes to Hollis, I don't know if Jason still goes there. Every morning I read our last conversation over and over again until I feel like I can ace the day.

I don't look at mine and Ali's. I hate thinking about how I left things that night, with her and the girls. I should've just apologized, I never should have-ugh, I grab my head feeling a headache coming on.

--

Aria's back, I see her walking in with Emily. I keep my distance, though I notice she's missing her pink hair. I wonder how she's been, how they've all been.

I ignore the stares, you'd think by now people would cut you some slack. I curled my hair this morning and brushed it out to look somewhat presentable, but their eyes make me think I should have just stayed home.

My first class is English with Mr. Fitz. He's new, I've never heard his name before. I head to my locker first, running a hand over the cool metal, remembering Ali's reaction on the first day of school: confident, determined, and dominating. She was a sight for sore eyes. Jason had cornered us during lunch at her locker, Elio was right behind him talking to Ian.

He towered over her, messing with her hair and asking lame questions that had lame answers. Like I said, he wasn't himself that year. He was smoking, a lot more than usual. I kept telling him to stop, kept warning him he'd do something reckless. I don't think I ever got through to him.

I sometimes wonder if I should have done more, tried to reach out, maybe told someone.

Whatever.

I shake my head and push open the classroom door, immediately I catch four eyes, then five, "excuse me," I say to Mona, scooting past her and into the only open seat left, the one to the left of Aria.

I pull open my phone to pretend like I'm texting someone when in reality I'm again, re-reading old messages, this time from Melissa Hastings. She'd been threatening me–well Alison. Of course, I knew why, but at the same time, it wasn't really any of my business. At least that's what I'd felt at the time, but maybe I didn't make the best decisions back then. There are still so many I regret.

Blocked ID

I’m so DONE. Tell that Aug/31/09 BITCH to get her own 12:36 am BOYFRIEND. She needs to leave him Aug/31/09 alone or she's going 6:30 pm to regret everything. I swear to fucking Sept/1/09 god, I'm going to 11:01 am kill her.

She messaged me that that week from a blocked ID, but I knew it was her, and I knew she was talking about Alison because Ali had written it down in her diary... though I only found it that night after I'd left Spencer's barn, when it was too late—but I didn't tell the cops that.

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The door to the classroom opens and the bell rings, knocking me back into reality. The new English teacher, Mr. Fitz, sets his things on the desk, turns around to write his name on the chalkboard, then turns to face the class.

His face drops almost instantly, "holy crap." The class follows his gaze, where we all find Aria, mouth agape, eyes wide.

Something happened, and I don't really think I want to know any more than the look they shared just now has told me. Though, I could be wrong.

No, I'm never wrong.

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Chapter Three

Hello again, thank you for reading. I feel like I should mention this now though, this is a Jason Dilaurentis x Reader (Female OC).

[lisacameron99]

Hi! I was wondering if you would be willing to do an imagine for Jason DiLaurentis with the the song dress by Taylor Swift? (possibly smut) Thank you!

I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH!!!

Note: I made the age gap between Jason and the Liars 4 years instead of 6 because it seems less icky. This is also just filthy. I've never done anything like this before so I am so sorry if it's shit.

Warnings : 18+ only

this is filthy. just plain filthy. there is no plot legit just smut. tits, oral (m and f receiving), nipple play, titfuck, blowjob, rough sex, riding, missionary, swearing, kinky shit,

Jason and I had a very interesting dynamic. More than friends, but not in a relationship. And I wanted to make that change.

We were going to a party out at Noel Kahn's cabin. Hanna and I were getting ready together.

"Thank you for going shopping with me to get this dress."

"Girl, I am team Jason and Lily. It’s Jily!” Hanna told me.

I rolled my eyes at Hanna. “Hanna, we are not a thing!” I protested.

“Oh you so are! I bet you don’t make it through the night without fucking each other.”

“Hanna!” I gasped, trying to sound offended. “I would never!” I couldn’t even say it with a straight face before we both busted out laughing.

“Besides,” she came up behind me and grabbed my tits. “We both know he can’t keep his hands off these perfect babies.”

I pushed her hands away, laughing. “Apparently neither can you.”

“Oh baby, you know if we both swung each others way we’d be fucking more than rabbits.”

I laughed. “I love you Hanna, but the only person I’m interested in fucking right now is Jason.”

“And I only want Caleb!”

We made our way to the party, mingling here and there, dancing and drinking, getting drunker and drunker. I made my way to the bar to get another drink, not having a care in the world.

"Well, hey there, you might want to slow your roll there little lady." Jason said, sliding up behind me. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and sighed when he kissed my neck, hands roaming my stomach.

"Think we both know I'm much more fun when I'm drunk." I pressed back against him, feeling his length against my ass.

"I think we both know we're both hornier when we're drunk."

"Are you finally going to tell everybody that we're more than friends?" I asked, quirking my eyebrow at him.

"They say that patience is a virtue." Jason commented, hands resting under my breasts.

I sighed at the feeling. "I'm tired of being patience. I turned in his arms, mine going around his neck and pulling him down to my lips. He moaned softly when our lips touched, pulling me as close as possible to him, one hand bracing the make shift bar table.

"I wanna fuck you" I mumbled against his lips. My hands were shaking.

"Andy," He whispered against my mouth. I felt my brain stop.

"Please." I begged him. I didn't care that I sounded desperate.

"Let's go."

Once we were back at Jason's house, he led me up to his room. I was thankful that he lived alone. Once we were in his room, he was pressing me into the door. Hands roamed my body, finally resting on my boobs. He squeezed over and over, pressing them hard. I let out gasps after gasps as he squeezed my flesh. I humped into his crotch, trying to find friction.

"This dress..." He mumbled looking over the small fabric that clung to my body.

"I only bought this dress so you could take it off."

"Jesus Christ." Jason cursed.

With that, he ripped the dress off my body, exposing me to him.

I pulled his shirt off his body and unbuckled his pants, shoving them down, making his cock spring up.

Jason leaned down and took my tit in his mouth, sucking my nipple hard. My mouth fell open as Jason played with my nipples. The tit that wasn't in his mouth, Jason was pinching it with his index finger and thumb. At this point, I was humping against Jason's thigh as hard as I could, trying to find any sort of friction I could. Jason blew my mind away when he pulled both nipples in his mouth, biting down. I let out a loud moan, the pleasure intense. Jason released my tits from his mouth but put his face in between them, rubbing them all over his face, love bites everywhere. I couldn't see his face, but I knew that he was loving every second of my breasts on his face.

Eventually, I pushed Jason away from my tits, sinking to the ground. I was going to give him the same pleasure he gave me. I took his cock in my mouth, going down as far as I could in one go.

"Jesus," Jason groaned lowly, hand in my hair.

"Not Jesus," I told him. "Just Andy." I went back down, taking him all the way down my throat. My hand came up and fondled his balls, pressing them against my face. Jason bucked against my face repeatedly, hands holding on to my head for dear life as I blew him.

"Oh my God."

Jason’s hand came down and found my clit, rubbing circles. My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the pleasure. Eventually, the pleasure was too much and I subcame to my first orgasm of the night. Eventually, Jason pulled out of my mouth and pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me.

"I'm gonna make you forget everybody else," He whispered in my ear, biting down gently. "Wearing a dress just so I could take it off you?"

When he pushed himself inside of me, I gasped. Jason was big. Bigger than I could imagine. And every time he entered me for the first time of the night, it felt like the first time all over again.

It felt like he was carving us into the headpost. Over and over again. Pounding in and out. In and out. Jason flipped me over so I was on top. He sat up, taking my breasts into his hands, pushing them against his face again. I rutted myself against him, panting. I let out a gasp as he bit down on my nipples, and with that, I came on his cock.

"Jason, Jason, Jason." I moaned, throwing my head back as I came down from my high.

Jason flipped me over so I was laying on my stomach. He entered me from behind and I moaned as he fucked me through my orgasm.

"I don't want you like a best friend." I cried out.

"We were never just friends." Jason moaned, voice low. "We have always been so much more. With that, he pulled out and came over my back. He panted, laying down next to me.

"Promise?" I asked him quietly.

"Promise."

End.

This is literally the filthiest thing I've ever written. I'm so sorry if it's crap.

[v2mped]

THESE PHOTOS OF DREW. I’m going feral. Someone please sedate me.

anywaysss..these make me think of writing a frat!jason dilaurentis x reader or something like that…lmk if it’s smth I should invest in

[teddypickerry]

( @jessmarianoswife order! )

I SHIP YOU WITH ... jason dilaurentis 

𓆩♡𓆪

A/N!

well, looks like you have an excellent

type. i too consider myself somewhat

of a jess mariano lover (i post 30

million fanfics about him). i decided

that you and jason would be cute together

(he is my other loverboy). hope you

enjoy <3 @jessmarianoswife

TROPE!

friends to lovers, best friends

brother

HOW YOU MET!

you've always known jason through

your best friend alison (or rather one

of your best friends). it wasn't that

uncommon for the two of you to butt

heads. considering she tended to

make every situation about herself

and try and tell you how it is. after

a fight with her in her bedroom about

how she didn't like your top, you

went outside.

your typical route home began through

her backyard since your house was just

down the street. that was until you saw

her older brother, jason, sitting on the

porch. there was an unopened beer

bottle by his thigh and his head hung

low, in sadness. you were going to dart

but before you could, you stepped on a

creaky floorboard. catching the blonde's

attention. "who- oh, hi y/n." you glanced

at the beer bottle, a weird look coming

on your face as you stepped infront of

him, to catch a good glimpse.

you knew about his problem. he'd been

in rehab a year back, and ali had been

very persistent to bitch about all his

drinking buddies. "jason, you probably

shouldn't." you muttered which made

him scoff with a glare. "doesn't concern

you, does it?" it didn't take long for you

to turn on your heel and head for the steps.

he jumped up and reached for your arm,

"look... i'm sorry. i didn't mean it.

can we start over?"

WHAT KIND OF BF IS HE!

+ very sweet. he's kind of awkward at

first but it doesn't take long for him to

be a little tougher...

+ your friends took some convincing

when they saw you emerge from his

car in the morning. he was always ali's

older brother to them. nothing more,

nothing less. but to you he was so much

more.

+ very jealous guy, but not possessive

+ he doesn't really know how to be

with your family, not like he's had much

practice

+ jason is the best comforting guy EVER.

he won't hesitate to throw you in his arms

and tell you it's okay. which seems annoying

because, it's not always going to be okay.

BUTTTT he's there, and that's what matters.

+ he'll do anything to get your family

to like him. mow your yard? done. go

help your mom with grocery bags?

he's there! take your brother to a

hockey game? he has tickets ready to go.

+ he's just the best.

[natsvenom]

Every Minute, Every Second

Jason DiLaurentis x Montgomery!Reader

Based on the post-dollhouse episodes of PLL but not much relation to actual episodes.

No mentions of Y/n.

SUMMARY: You and the other liars have been rescued from the dollhouse and you finally reunite with your boyfriend who you've been infatuated with since you've met. He's always been affectionate with you, but now he never wants to let you go.

WARNINGS! Mentions of kidnapping, torture, abuse, etc. Smut!!

The sound of the fire alarm blaring in your ears made you anxious, reminding you of all the times Charles had turned on the ear bleeding sound through the speakers to torture you. Suddenly you became aware of your surroundings, noticing the heat from the fire that was spreading around you burning your skin. You watched as every last memory Charles had left of his life burn to ashes.

“Let’s go!” Spencer shouted, grabbing your arm as you and the rest of the girls rushed out of the room to safety.

You rushed down the dark narrow hallway, calling out for Mona. Who had been missing since earlier, “Help me please!” Mona screamed. You could hear her sobs coming from a room ahead of you. You ran toward the door, prying it open with your bruised hands. You looked around hastily, searching for Mona. As you looked down you saw a terrified Mona, her arms were wrapped around her chest as her sobs echoed through out the entire room. Though it looked more like a dungeon to you.

You and the girls found a long strand of thick rope, you used it to help pull Mona out of the hole. It took all your strength, still feeling weak from everything you had endured in the past three weeks. As you finally managed to free Mona, you and the girls ran down the hall, searching for escape. You stopped running once you reached the ladder toward freedom. You climbed as fast as you could, your hands shaking as your feet stumbled a few times. It seemed useless though as you could barely get the door open. The smoke started spreading throughout the bunker as it made its way into your lungs. The smoke scratched your throat, making your chest hurt from choking, but by some sort of miracle, the door came open as you ran out into freedom.

As you ran out you saw people who you thought you might never see again: Alison, Caleb, Toby. But most importantly you saw him. The man who you spent every second worrying about, wondering how he chose to cope. You froze in your place, locking eyes with him. You missed that blonde hair, remembering the times you’d run your fingers through it. But his eyes were what got to you, they were glassy, he looked like he was about to cry, they were somehow greener than you remembered. Even though they weren’t the color of the ocean, you still felt yourself drowning in them.

You broke out of your trance, darting over to him as fast a your feet would take you. You jumped into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. His arms wrapped around your back, squeezing you so tight you thought you might explode, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The only thing that mattered in this moment was that he was there, in front of you.

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, feeling the tears beginning to fall. He had one hand on your back and the other was in your hair. He couldn’t believe you were here, in his arms. He didn’t know if he could ever let you go again. Every minute he was awake, he spent searching for you. Every second of the day, he spent worrying that he would never see you again. He removed his arm from your back, now holding your face in his hands, looking into your eyes.

You could tell he was deep in thought, but right now all you wanted to do was kiss him. You pulled him close, attaching your lips to his, sighing into him. You missed him every minute you were in there. Every second. You put your hands in his hair, tugging at the strands. He kept his hands on your face, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks softly.

He pulled away hesitantly, pushing lose strands of hair behind your ear, “I love you.” He spoke softly, resting his forehead against yours. You should see the tears falling from his eyes, you brought your hand up to his face and wiped the tears away with your thumb.

“I love you too, Jase.” You said, your voice still slightly scratchy from the smoke. He pulled you into another tight embrace, resting his head on top of yours with his arms around your upper back. You wrapped yours around his waist as your head lay on his chest.

The EMTS wanted to take you to the hospital, considering you had inhaled a bunch of smoke. But mostly because of being kidnapped for three weeks, nobody had any idea on what happened to you and they needed to make sure there were no serious injuries. You told them you wouldn’t go unless Jason could go with you, not wanting to be alone another second. The whole time he held your hand, or ran his fingers through your hair. There was never a second he wasn’t touching you. You missed the small moments of intimacy like this.

At the hospital the doctors treated a small cut you hand on your forehead, and wrapped your bruised knuckles with bandages. They also gave you fluids as you were severely dehydrated, which didn’t surprise you as Charles had left you outside for almost three days straight. Luckily, there were no major issues so you were cleared to go the same day.

You wanted nothing more than to be with Jason, but your parents got to the hospital and wanted you and Aria to stay home for the time being. You couldn’t have been more disappointed, you understood, but it still pissed you off. Your parents had always been protective as parents should be, but right now the safest you felt was with Jason.

As you got home, you walked into your bedroom, feeling extremely uncomfortable. You couldn’t help but remember every moment of torture you had endured in the dollhouse. You wanted nothing more than to rip every thing off the walls, get rid of every item that was laid on your desk, rip each and every book off the shelves, but you didn’t. What you didn’t realize as you stared at your no longer comfort zone, was that Jason was behind you, assessing your every move. He wanted to say something, but he didn’t wanna scare you, he also didn’t wanna approach you just in case you flinched away. So, instead he knocked on your already open door.

You turned around to see him leaning against the door frame. In the dark you weren’t really able to see him, but now, in the dim light of your room, you got a good look at him. He looked different, his hair was tousled and you could see the puffiness of his eyes. You walked up to him and put your hand on his cheek, circling your thumb over it. He leaned into your touch, staring into your eyes.

“You don’t mind if I stay, do you?” He asked softly.

“Of course not,” You said, “I feel safer when you’re here.” You confessed. He grabbed the hand that was on his face and pulled it away so he was now holding your hand. He stepped inside your room and closed the door. He pulled you over to the bed, lying down first and pulling you on top of him. You cuddled into his chest, grasping his shirt into your hands.

You knew the moment was entirely chaste right now but you couldn’t help but feel a burning feeling for him. You haven’t been able to entirely feel him in three weeks, you missed the moments when he would lather your entire body with soft kisses, leaving marks where only he could see.

You pulled your head up from his chest and sat up straight on his lap, looking into his sea green eyes. You planted your hands on his lower torso, just above the waistband of his pants. He looked into your eyes, searching for what was going through your head in this exact moment. His question was answered when you leaned in and kissed him, your hands running down his body.

He put his hands on your face pulling you away momentarily, “As much as I’d like to, are you sure you want to?” He asked, pushing the lose strands of hair behind your ear.

“Yes, I’m sure. I need to feel you.” You answered desperately, putting your hands under his shirt. He sighed at the feeling of your hands on his skin. You leaned back down, kissing him harder. His hands found their way to your hips, squeezing slightly. You moaned into the kiss as he sat up, the friction making you ache for him. You broke the kiss, tugging at his shirt. He assisted you on taking it off, giving you full view of his body.

He flipped you over on your back, hovering over you as blonde strands of his hair dangled above your face. You traced one of your fingers down his abdomen, making his shiver. He grabbed your hands and pinned them to the sides of your head, but not forcing them to stay there. You knew if you asked him to be rough with you, he would say no, in fear of hurting you, so you didn’t ask.

He planted kisses down your throat, sucking at the one spot he knew would get a reaction out of you. You whimpered, fidgeting beneath him. He smirked into your neck, putting his hands under your sweater, just resting beneath your bra. He pulled your sweater over your head and tossed it on the floor. He began kissing all the way down your body, from your collarbone, to your chest, all the way down to your abdomen, stopping when he reaches your the waistband of your cotton shorts. He looked up at you for permission, when you nod he pulls them down and tosses them on the floor by your previously discarded sweater.

He hovers over you, running his hands all over your body, making you whine for him to touch you. His hand slides down to your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb just before he slides it further up. His fingers trace over your underwear, putting the tips of his fingers in to pull them completely off, making you feel slightly insecure under his gaze. He somehow senses your fears and kisses you with so much passion and neediness that you think you’ll implode.

“You’re beautiful, so beautiful.” He mumbles, snaking his hands behind your back to unclasp your bra and disregard it with the rest of your clothes. Your completely vulnerable beneath him and he knows it.

You shiver as his hands trail from beneath your back and down your waist and hips.

“Jase.” You whine, clenching against nothing. He knows what you want and he knows exactly how to give it to you. He wasn’t going to deprive you now. He trails his fingers down your thighs, all the way down your legs and stops as he reaches your ankles. You let out a shaky breath, trying not to unravel completely.

He throws your legs over his shoulders, holding down on to your hips, pushing you into the mattress to keep you from moving. In one swift movement, he attached his mouth to your clit, sucking harshly. You moaned his name, tugging at his hair. You attempted to squeeze your thighs together but his hands kept you pried open.

You loved the way his muscles tensed as he wrapped his arms around your legs, holding you in place. It just turned you on that much more. He always noticed the “sneaky” glances you’d take at him, though he’d never admit it to you.

“Jase, please.” You begged, wanting to feel all of him. He seemed to understand what you meant as his mouth left your clit. You sighed, the sudden emptiness leaving you desperate for something more. He let go over your legs, hovering back over you. You pushed the blonde strands of hair out of his face and pulled him into a needy kiss. You hands trailed from his face to the waist band of his sweatpants. You were quick to untie the strings, tugging his pants down. He assited you, pulling them down the rest of the way. He reacted quick, grinding into you desperately. You whimpered at the sudden friction, feeling yourself getting wetter.

“Don’t tease.” You mumbled, almost incoherently. He chuckled at your neediness, loving how he got you all riled up underneath him. You put the tips of your fingers in his boxers, pulling them down. You really did not want to waste any time.

“Someones a little desperate.” He joked, watching your every movement. You looked at him as you rolled your eyes. He leaned his forhead against yours, searching your eyes for any sense of regret. But the only thing he saw was love. He kissed you passionately as he pushed into you. You moaned into his mouth, the sudden feeling of being stretched out hurting you ever so slightly. He was doing his best to go easy on you, making sure you were comfortable the whole time. Usuaully, you would protest against the delicacy, but this was different. You were making love, not fucking.

He thrusted in and out of you at a steady pace, his hands were in your hair, keeping his lips attached to yours the entire time. You could tell he was resisting the urge to go faster, you knew it wouldn’t be the only time he walked on eggshells around you. As tired and bruised up from the dollhouse as you were, you needed him to go faster.

“Jason, go faster.” You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” He mumbled, maintaining his steady but slightly wavering pace.

“You won’t, I promise.” You assured, bucking your hips upword, trying to get as much of him in you as possible. He looked at you for any sign of reluctance, but was met with none. He started moving in you faster.

“Jason.” You moaned his name, turning him on more. He got quicker, more rapid, as he thrust in and out of you. You closed your eyes tightly, sighing at the overwhelming pleasure. You felt your walls tightening, you knew you were close. You whimpered, feeling yourself ready to completely fall apart beneath him.

“Shh, just let go.” He whispered in your ear, making you shudder. You felt your body giving into him, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You came around him, causing him to groan in your ear. His thrusts began wavering, clearly chasing his own release. You noticed he was about to pull out, but you put your hands on his biceps to stop him.

“Don’t.” You pleaded, you knew it was risky, but you really wanted to feel all of him.

“You sure?” He asked, uncertainty in his eyes. You put your arms around his neck and nodded, looking at him with doe eyes. He pushed into you a few more times before he came inside of you, burying his head into your neck as he did.

You put hands in his hair, twisting the strands around between your fingers. You were both a panting mess against each other, your hair was messy, lip gloss smudged, him leaking out of you. Every minute, and every second of it was perfect.

Soo, this is my first imagine, so I hope you like it. I'm not familiar with writing smut, so if there's anything I can do to fix it, lmk! I write stories on Wattpad, and I'm currently in the process in writing a Jason fic and Derek Hale. They're not published yet, but once they get to at least twenty chapters I'm going to post it.

[writerofsorts]

A Chance Encounter

(image creds: to the owner)

pairing: jason dilaurentis x female reader.

summary: 2x04 "blind dates" episode imagine/rewrite.

warnings: none.

*read previous part here!

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Almost a week had passed since [Y/N] checked up on Toby at Spencer's request to make sure he was alright while working for Jason. Spencer had also made rather a dangerous move by pawning her sister's wedding ring in order to buy Toby the truck he wanted so that he didn't have to work for Jason. Although Spencer was successful in keeping Toby away from Jason, now, she, herself, was in trouble as Melissa's ring was gone from the pawn shop and she had to replace it soon.

Overall, life had not gotten better for [Y/N] and friends, thanks to A.

The school day had ended and [Y/N] was at her locker, grabbing her things when she was called by Ella Montgomery.

"You're not in trouble, honey," Ella said with a chuckle when she saw [Y/N]'s wide and confused eyes.

"Uh, okay," [Y/N] tried to smile back and shut her locker door before following Ella into her classroom.

"I wanted to ask you for a favor," Ella spoke, grabbing a set of keys from her desk. "Mike forgot his keys at home today and I didn't get a chance to give it to him. Aria's already left for the day and I didn't know who else to ask. Would you be able to give this to Mike on your way home? He's usually at the basketball court at the park around this time."

"Sure, Mrs. Montgomery," [Y/N] answered, taking the keys from Ella's hand.

Her parents had been friends with Aria's for a long time now as her parents both taught at Hollis along with Byron Montgomery. Although she wasn't close to Mike, she enjoyed being around him at get-togethers as he was like the little brother she wished she had. So, she didn't mind this little task.

"Thank you," Ella smiled appreciatively. "I would do it, myself, but I've got a faculty meeting to run to."

"It's okay," replied [Y/N]. "Have a good rest of your day, Mrs. Montgomery."

"You too, [Y/N]," Ella said back and [Y/N] waved goodbye, walking out of the classroom.

The school hallways were empty as [Y/N] walked out of the building. She reached the parking lot and noticed some students still hanging around by their cars, laughing and chatting. She made her way towards her car and got in the driver's seat, placing her backpack on the empty seat next to her. She put Mike's keys in one of the cupholders before starting the vehicle and pulling out of the school parking lot.

It didn't take too long before she reached the Rosewood park and found a nice spot in the shade to park her car. She grabbed her backpack and Mike's keys before going in search of him towards the basketball court.

It was a bright and sunny day, and the park was a little crowded for her liking. Ignoring the occasional, curious gazes thrown her way, [Y/N] looked around for Mike. She tried calling his cellphone a few times, but it kept going to voicemail.

A few seconds later, she spotted a young boy sitting on a bench with his back facing her. It looked a lot like Aria's brother and she walked towards him, calling out Mike's name.

When the boy turned around, however, [Y/N] paused in her steps as he was definitely not Mike.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else," she apologized, feeling awkward, and the stranger shrugged before turning to face forward again.

[Y/N] sighed and turned in the opposite direction to go on the hunt for Mike again when she spotted a familiar face. And, this time, there was no mistake.

Not too far from her stood Jason DiLaurentis. He was wearing grey basketball shorts and his upper body was bare, and [Y/N] tried really hard to not let her eyes wander down to his toned chest and abs. He was holding a basketball in his hands and the frown between his brows disappeared when her eyes met his. He gave her a small smile and a wave. She returned the gesture and slowly walked towards him. He met her halfway and the two stopped in front of each other.

"Hey, [Y/N], I thought it was you," Jason spoke first.

"Yeah, it's me," she chuckled, mentally face-palming at how awkward she sounded. "I'm looking for Aria's brother, Mike. Have you seen him here today?"

"No, sorry," he shook his head. "He give Aria the slip?"

"Something like that," [Y/N] replied. "Mrs. Montgomery asked me to give Mike his keys but I can't find him."

"Why did Aria's mom ask you?" Jason asked, confused.

"She meant to ask Aria but she already left," [Y/N] answered, receiving a nod in response.

"I was always lying about where I was when I was his age," Jason commented with a small smile.

"Yeah?" [Y/N] asked with a smile of her own.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I don't remember a lot about that time actually. Most of what I do remember, I wish I could forget, you know?"

Both of their smiles dropped by the end of Jason's sentence and [Y/N] dropped her gaze to the ground. She remembered all too well about the party boy Jason used to be.

"Do you know what I do remember?" Jason asked and [Y/N] looked at him again. "Your smile."

[Y/N] stared at him for what seemed like a full minute before letting out a short, surprised laugh, "My smile?"

"Yes, your smile," he repeated. "Whenever we came across each other in the past and even now, your smile and greetings have always been genuine. That meant- means a lot to me."

"I- I'm glad," she answered, feeling a little flattered by his words and Jason cleared his throat, praying he didn't make her uncomfortable.

"Do you want me to find Mike and give him the keys?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Oh, it's okay," she replied. "I'll just drop it with Aria. But, thanks."

"Yeah. And, uh, I should get back," he stated hesitantly, tilting his head in the direction where his buddies were waiting for him.

"Of course," [Y/N] nodded in understanding. "Enjoy your evening."

"You too," he said and was about to turn around when he remembered something else that concerned [Y/N].

Just as [Y/N] turned to leave, he called her name and she faced him.

"What's wrong?" she asked in concern when she noticed his reluctant posture.

"Uh, it's about the other day when you stopped by," he spoke quietly, fiddling with the basketball in his hand.

"Oh, what about it?" she asked curiously. She had an idea of what he wanted to talk to her about.

"The gauzes that you saw," he said, finally meeting her eyes. "They really were mine; renovating the house comes with little accidents."

"I- I figured," she replied. She felt a bit guilty, because initially her mind did entertain the thought that Jason was helping Ian, thanks to Spencer's suspicions. Then, she had pushed that idea out of her mind, because she didn't believe that Jason would want to help a man, who was accused of murdering his sister. "And, you don't have to explain yourself to me, Jason."

"I- I don't want you to be afraid of me," he said and her eyes softened at his words.

"I'm not afraid of you," she said back and saw relief fill his green eyes.

"You mean it?" he still asked and she said reassuringly, "of course."

"Alright... so, I'll see you around?" she asked, smiling.

"See you around," he confirmed and the two shared smiles one more time that conveyed more than words could at the moment.

Later that night as [Y/N] lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, a permanent smile was etched on her face. Her mind continued to replay her conversation with Jason and she felt a little overwhelmed with how much she liked him.

Initially, she didn't think Jason looked at her as anything other than his little sister's best friend. But, the more she interacted with him, the more she felt that her feelings were reciprocated.

She hoped that she was not wrong as she slowly succumbed to sleep.

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[chloe-skywalker]

Keeping Each Other's Secrets - Jason Dilaurentis

Jason x Fem!Reader

Ezra x sister Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 548

Summary: Being Ezras younger sister and finding out about him and Aria. Well Aria finds out about you and Jason.

Masterlist

Pretty Little Liars Masterlist

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“Whens. Your. Sister. Coming Over?” Aria asked in between kisses.

“Around 5.” Exar answered.

Little did the couple know it was already 5 past 5. So when a knock sounded on the door it made both of them jump.

“What time is it?” Aria pushes him back a bit.

“5 past . Shit.” Eaxar curses.

“The knocks were a warning because I do in fact have a key.” Y/n walks in having used her own key when no one answered. Y/n smirked at seeing their predicament on the couch. “Maybe I should knock harder next time.”

“It’s not-” Aria stuttered but she couldn’t find the words for an answer.

“We weren’t -” Ezra was at a loss for an explanation as well, it’s exactly what it looks like.

“Look guys. I don’t care. If your both happy. And you treat her right.” Y/n pointed at her brother. “Then your secrets safe with me. Because I do imagine this is a secret. Right?” She asked about the obvious age difference.

“Yes.” Aria and Ezra answer at the same time.

“Okay. Just be more careful, k?” Y/n said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Y/n, Aria and Ezra spent the rest of the night hanging out and having fun.

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“Where are we going Jason?” Y/n asked, confused.

“You’ll see.” Jason smiles excitedly.

“High School?” Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Wow, I haven't been in a highschool since I graduated.” She said looking around.

“That was like a year or two ago.” He laughs.

“Oh hush.” Y/n laughs as well. “But why are we here? It’s closed.”

“I have a key.” Jason dangled the keys before walking them in.

“Ah perk of working here I guess.” Y/n flicked her brows up nodding her head impressed he’d use his work key this way.

Jason led her to a door and opened it, as they walked through the doorway Y/n laughed.

“The pool.” Y/n turns to Jason with a mischievous look. “Oh I know that look, what do you have planned Mr. Dilaurentis?”

“Let’s go swimming.” He smirks, excited.

“I’m in.” Y/n smiled.

As the couple enjoyed their secret swim. Little did they know they were being watched. Aria had been sent to the school thanks to -A. Who wanted her to see her boyfriend's sister and Jason together.

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“Hey Aria, what’s up?” Y/n was surprised to see her brother's girlfriend at her door.

“I have something I need to share with you.” Aria tells her as Y/n lets her into her home.

“Okay?” Y/n was deeply confused now.

“I know.” Aria gave her a serious look as they both sat facing each other on the couch.

“About what?” Y/n furrowed her brow, confused by what she could have met.

“You and Jason.” She clarified.

“oh…How?” Y/n nodded and then tilted her head curiously.

“I saw you both the other night at the high school.” Aria explained sheepishly.

“Oh, Aria-” Y/n was blushing now considering they were practically naked that night.

“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” Aria was returning the favor.

“Thank you.” Y/n smiled gratefully. “You wanna stay for pizza?” She asked.

“Absolutely.” Aria smiled, the two hanging out all night at Y/n’s place.

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