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naturesapphic · 7 months

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“I need love”

Hanna marin x fem!reader

Warnings: reader is on her period, fluff

“Im dying!” You groan into Hanna’s pillow as she watches you from across the room reading one of her many magazines. “Baby hush, you aren’t dying”. She says as she rolls her eyes. You pout “I am too! It feels like someone is doing arts and crafts in my uterus. Cutting up all of my insides and twisting them.” You say dramatically.

Hanna made a disgusted face “okay I did NOT need that visual in my head.” She said and shook her head to not think about it. You rolled around in her bed, trying to get comfortable but you couldn’t. Your body was kicking your ass and your cramps too. No matter how much you turned or turned over, you just couldn’t get comfortable and all you wanted was your girlfriend to give you snuggles and attention.

“Hanna bananaaaaaaaaa” you dragged out on purpose to get her attention. She looked up from her magazine and looked at you with an eyebrow raised. “I need love” you simply stated at her. She smiled at you and got off her ass and headed towards you. You made grabby hands towards her and she instantly pulled you into her arms.

You smiled and immediately snuggled into her, almost purring to which Hanna giggled at. She ran her fingers through your hair and leaned down every now and then to give you kisses. A few moments later and you were starting to get bored. “Hannnnnnnnn…I’m bored” you complained to her and she rolled her eyes jokingly and gently thumped you on your forehead. “Why are you complaining so much today?” She said as she looked down at you with her piercing blue eyes.

“Because I’m bleeding and in severe pain! I have the right to complain! And at least I don’t complain everyday like you do….” You mumbled at the end but Hanna heard you and gasped in defense. “Do not!” She defended herself. “Do to!” You stated back at her which was a mistake because she started tickling you.

“Ahhh hanna! S-stop!” You giggled out and she kept tickling you until she saw tears in your eyes and then she stopped and you caught your breath. “Rude…” you pouted up at her and she smiled as she leans down to give you a slow and long kiss. You kiss back and run your fingers through her blond hair and gently push her head down to deepen the kiss.

A few moments later Hanna pulled away causing you to pout. “Nuuuu come backkkk. I want your lipsssss.” You whined out again. “Babe if I kept kissing you I would have passed out from lack of oxygen.” She stated. “And?” You said dramatically with a serious face. “Babe what the fuck! Do you want me to die?!” She yelled. “Nope. But I wanna keep kissing youuuu.” You simply said to which Hanna rolled her eyes at you yet again.

“Hannaaaaaaa. Im boreddddd.” You said while throwing your hands up in the air. Hanna huffed “go read some of my magazines then.” She suggested. “That will not help me feel better and be less bored.”you grumpily said. “It helps me!” She gasped. “Im happy for you.” You commented and she gently punched you in your shoulder. “ABUSE! Im telling mrs. Hastings!” You snarled and she started laughing.

“You wouldn’t do that baby. You love me too much. Plus I’ll kill you.” She said seriously at the end and you giggled. “Thats true. I would turn you in for abuse.” You smiled and she rolled her eyes as she smiled at you lovingly. “Thank you for being here with me Han. I love you. You always make me feel better.” You said while looking at her with so much adoration and love. She returned the look “of course y/n/n, I’ll always be here for you and I love you so much more.” Hanna said with a big smile plastered on her face and you smiled back. Hanna will always be there for you, especially when you are on your period and need constant attention 24/7.

A/n: I randomly came up with this since I’m on my period and I would definitely need attention 24/7 like @tvgirllloverz cmon I need you 🙄

But thank you for reading! And if you have any Hanna requests just let me know and of course any other requests you have for the other characters I write for :) remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all. Have a good day!

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redhairedwolfwitch · 2 years

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Pretty Little Liars Masterlist

Lockdown Series

Spencer

Hanna

Emily

Cold - Spencer x Fem!Reader

Pretty Little Liars Season 1 Rewrite - OC!Aria's Younger Sister!Reader x OC!Spencer's Younger Sister

Pink Drinks and Coming Out - Hanna Marin x Sister!Reader

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natsvenom · 3 months

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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.”

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davinashifts333 · 3 months

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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!! 🩷🩷🩷

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deltaharrington · 1 year

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“Cheat…”

Jason Dilaurentis x Taken!Reader

Warnings: oral (female receiving), much like my “you belong to me” outer banks fic, cussing, 18+

Summary: The reader is seeing someone when Jason Dilaurentis comes back to town. A relationship blossoms…one where they’re more than friends.

“Did you miss me?”

At the sound of a familiar voice you turned, meeting the eyes of none other than Jason Dilaurentis.

“Jason? You’re back!” You said and moved to hug him, his familiar scent filling your nostrils.

“Why did you come back here?” You asked and he looked a bit hurt by this, but he brushed it off.

“I want to be happy” He said “And I want that here”

You nodded your head, looking back towards Spencers house. That’s where you were going, until you saw Jason.

“Do you want to talk? Inside?” He asked and you gave him a guilty smile.

“I would but I’m here to see Spencer and the rest of the girls” You said “Maybe tomorrow? I can bring us lunch?” You suggested and Jason smiled, nodding.

“Call me later, okay?” He said and handed you a slip of paper “Here’s my new number” He said and smiled before hugging her one last time.

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When you got inside Spencer’s house, the girls were looking at you with concern.

“Jason? Are you always attracted to dangerous people?” Hanna said and you laughed.

“Me and Jason are just friends! Plus I’m already dating Matthew!” You said, bringing up your childhood friend, now boyfriend.

“Hey! That relationship is fresh! Jason could ruin it” Spencer said and you gasped.

“I will not let Jason ruin it! He’s just a friend”

“Friends don’t stare at each others abs” Hanna remarked and your face flushed.

“How could I not- he was shirtless…”

“See! I knew it! He’s dangerous Y/n, please be careful” Spencer said and you nodded.

“I will be…he’s just a friend”

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Jason’s lips roughly crashed onto yours, pressing you up against the wall in his doorway.

You let out a gasp as he trailed his kisses down your neck, leaving a few marks behind in the process.

“Jason-“

“You can’t stop thinking about me, can you?” He whispered in your ear.

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You woke up with a gasp, hearing your phone alarm ringing in your ear.

“I just had a dream about Jason…” You trailed off, looking to your side to see your sleeping boyfriend.

You sighed and got up. You had to go to Jason’s for lunch today.

You got dressed, picking out a sundress, wearing your hair down.

You sent him a quick text to ask him what he wanted from The Grill and when he replied, you left your boyfriends house.

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When you got to Jason’s, you knocked on the door.

He answered almost immediately. He was wearing a really tight shirt and some jeans.

You look so hot. You thought to yourself.

“Oh- thanks” He said and your face flushed in embarrassment.

“I said that out loud?” You said “I’m so sorry-“

“No, no it’s okay” He said and gently pulled you inside. “I like when you compliment me” He said and took the bag of food from you.

Your face was still flushed and you could imagine the shit eating grin on his face as he walked away.

Once you made it to the table Jason came out of the kitchen with nothing in his hands.

“Where’s the food?” You asked and he smirked a bit.

“I was thinking…” He started and moved towards you, his eyes roaming over your body. “I think I want dessert first” He said and wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up onto the table.

He pressed his lips against yours and you couldn’t help but moan into him, causing him to smirk.

“Jason I…”

“You have a boyfriend, I know” He said “But I can make you feel better than he can” He said and laid you down on the table, lifting the bottom of your dress up so he could disappear underneath.

You gasped as you felt his breath against your panties, your legs automatically closing a bit.

He wrapped his biceps around your thighs and he held your legs open.

You couldn’t believe this was happening.

He removed your panties and gently licked a stripe along your folds. Your body jerked upwards and you let out a whimper.

“Jason- please” You begged and he chuckled moving your dress up so you could see him.

“As you wish” He said and began eating you out.

Your head fell back as moans left your throat, unable to contain them.

Jason flicked his tongue against your clit and he sucked on it a bit, placing his attention there.

“Fuck! Jason…” You gasped and bit your lip.

You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged, earning a groan from him.

“Please please…Jason I’m close!” You said and he smirked, humming.

It didn’t take long for you to cum, Jason didn’t want to make you wait longer than you needed to.

He helped you ride out your high, holding your twitching legs as you came down.

Your face was flushed and you looked fucked out. He smirked.

“I knew you were into me” He said and your face flushed.

“What would your boyfriend say about this?” He said and you looked up at him.

“I won’t tell if you won’t” You said and he smirked.

“Let’s eat lunch” He said and walked back into the kitchen, leaving you a blushing mess.

#jason dilaurentis x y/n #jason dilaurentis #jason dilaurentis x reader #pretty little liars x reader #pretty little liars #aria montgomery #spencer hastings #hanna marin #pll x reader #pll #pretty little liars x y/n #x y/n #pll x y/n

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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blindsided — mike montgomery x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, unprotected sex, roommates to lovers, college!au — smut

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synopsis: he's seen the men that came around late at night just to leave you high and dry early in the morning—he knew he could treat you better than they did.

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nestled amidst the picturesque campus of rosewood university, mike montgomery found himself in a whirlwind of experiences during his freshman year. the ivy-covered buildings, cobblestone pathways, and the autumn leaves that painted the surroundings with vibrant hues all contributed to an atmosphere of academic fervor and youthful exuberance. as he stepped into his new dorm room, a mix of excitement and apprehension gripped him. it was a spacious yet cozy space, adorned with posters of his favorite bands, a cluttered desk, and the comforting scent of freshly laundered sheets. it was his sanctuary for the next few years, but there was one thing he hadn't accounted for—a roommate.

mike's heart quickened as he opened the door and was met with the sight of you, the person he would be sharing this space with. your presence was like a ray of sunshine, and a warm smile played on your lips as you looked up from your book.

“hey, you must be mike, right?” you asked, extending a hand. he felt a rush of relief wash over him as he shook your hand. “yeah, that's me. nice to meet you.”

“likewise,” you replied with a friendly tone. “i hope we get along well.”

over the next few weeks, mike and you settled into a routine. you quickly discovered that you shared a taste in music and often spent evenings swapping playlists, dissecting lyrics, and even singing along to your favorite tunes. your laughter and easygoing nature were like a balm to mike's college jitters. however, there was something that gnawed at mike's curiosity and concern. he couldn't help but notice the parade of men who would visit your room late at night. their footsteps would echo down the hallway, their laughter mingling with your own, and then, they'd vanish by morning. mike had a sinking feeling that these relationships were casual, fleeting, and not entirely fulfilling.

one night, as mike sat at his desk, he heard the sound of yet another visitor leaving your room. he couldn't ignore it any longer. gently, he broached the subject.

“hey, i've noticed you have a lot of late-night visitors,” he began cautiously. your smile faltered for a moment, and you looked down. “yeah, i guess i do.”

mike leaned in, his voice gentle. “are you okay? it just seems like they never stay.” your eyes met his, and he saw a glimmer of vulnerability there. “i appreciate your concern, mike. but it's complicated.”

mike didn't press further, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he could offer you something more meaningful. he wanted to be the one who was there for you, the one who didn't disappear by morning, the one who could truly understand and cherish you.

as days turned into weeks and the semester progressed, he found himself falling for you, slowly but surely. your laughter, your quirks, and the way you lit up when you talked about your passions drew him in like a moth to a flame. and so, his resolve grew. mike knew he had to show you that he could be the person who treated you better than those fleeting visitors. little did he know that this journey would lead to a series of moments that would change both your lives forever.

as the weeks passed, mike and you grew closer. late-night study sessions became the norm in your dorm room. your shared love for your respective majors led to countless hours spent pouring over textbooks, scribbling notes, and debating the intricacies of your coursework.

on one particularly chilly evening, the two of you sat huddled at your desk, surrounded by textbooks and laptops. the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated the room, casting shadows on the walls. outside, the campus was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant murmur of students returning from their evening classes. mike glanced up from his notes and met your gaze. “you know, it's funny,” he said with a chuckle, “i never thought i'd find studying enjoyable, but you make it fun.”

you smiled, your eyes crinkling at the corners. “likewise, mike. who would have thought college could be this much fun?”

as you continued to work, a comfortable silence settled between you. mike found himself stealing glances at you from time to time, admiring your concentration and the way your hair framed your face.

however, the serenity of the evening was shattered when a sudden commotion erupted from the neighboring dorm room. it was a voice that mike had grown all too familiar with, a voice that had interrupted countless nights of studying and sleep.

“hey, baby, you've got to try this,” came the voice of jake guzman, accompanied by a raucous laugh.

mike clenched his jaw, his knuckles whitening as he gripped his pen. he hated how thin the walls were, allowing him to hear every word, every laugh, every intimate detail of your rendezvous with jake.

you glanced at mike, concern etching across your features. “i'm sorry, mike. i know it can be annoying.” he forced a smile, though his irritation simmered beneath the surface. “no worries, it's not your fault.”

but deep down, mike seethed with jealousy and frustration. he had been there, studying with you, growing closer to you, wanting to be the one who made you laugh and shared your late nights. he knew he could treat you better, but he had to keep it together, to respect your choices and not let his emotions get the best of him. that night, as jake's laughter echoed through the walls, mike tried to focus on his studies, pushing aside the turmoil within him. little did he know that the events of this night would set in motion a series of events that would test his patience and ultimately change the course of his relationship with you.

the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the dorm room. you were still peacefully asleep, your breathing soft and steady, unaware of the events that had transpired during the night. meanwhile, mike had been awake for hours, his mind racing with thoughts of the previous evening. quietly, he moved about the room, the soft clinking of pots and pans the only sound breaking the morning stillness. mike was determined to make you breakfast, a small gesture to show you how much he cared, even though his heart ached with jealousy from the night before.

as the scent of freshly cooked pancakes wafted through the air, jake guzman began to stir in the neighboring room. he emerged from your shared night, rummaging for his clothes as he prepared to leave. mike clenched his fists, the memory of jake's comments and his audacity still fresh in his mind.

“last night was fun, girl's a knockout,” jake remarked with a sly grin, leaning onto the kitchen counter, testing mike's patience. “big tits, ass. you should tap that while you still can.”

mike couldn't take it anymore. his temper flared, and before he even realized what he was doing, he was in front of jake, leaving the pancake batter in the dust, his fist connecting with his newly-found opponent's jaw. jake staggered back, his surprise quickly replaced by anger.

“what the hell, man?” he spat, his hand clutching his throbbing jaw. mike's voice was low and seething with anger. “get the shit out of my dorm.”

with that, jake hastily gathered his things and left the room, nursing his bruised ego along with his bruised face. mike returned to the kitchen area, trying to calm his racing heart as he waited for you to wake up. when you finally stirred, you found mike sitting at the table, nursing his bruised fingers. concern filled your eyes as you rushed over to him. “mike, what happened? are you okay?”

he met your gaze, his expression conflicted. “i'm okay, but i couldn't stand by and let him disrespect you like that.” you sighed, realizing that he had acted out of protective instinct. gently, you began tending to his bruised fingers, your touch gentle and caring. “you didn't have to do that, mikey.”

he took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. “i couldn't help it. i care about you, and the way these guys keep parading here at all hours—it sucks.”

you looked down, a hint of sadness in your eyes. “mike, i appreciate what you did, but you should know,” you paused for a second. your gaze dropped for a split second, just before meeting his once more. “i act out like this because it helps me—my self-esteem. i never thought someone could want more from me.”

mike's heart ached as he listened to your confession. he reached out, lifting your chin to meet his gaze once more. “you deserve so much more, (y/n). you're incredible, and i've fallen for you, not just for one night but for so much more. i can treat you better, show you how special you are.”

tears welled up in your eyes as his words washed over you, a balm to your wounded self-esteem. you smiled, a genuine, hopeful smile that had been missing for so long. “mike, i'd like that. show me.” and in that moment, as you shared that heartfelt smile, mike knew that he was ready to prove himself, to be the one who treated you with the love and respect you truly deserved.

your eyes locked in a deep, meaningful gaze, the unspoken connection between you and mike growing stronger with each passing second. the room seemed to shrink around you as you leaned closer, drawn inexorably to each other.

finally, your lips met in a soft, tender kiss. it was a kiss filled with promises of what could be, a kiss that conveyed the depth of your feelings for each other. mike's hands gently cradled your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he deepened the kiss. the world outside ceased to exist as the kiss intensified, a passionate exchange of emotions and desires. mike's fingers traced the contours of your body, leaving a trail of electric sensations in their wake. your hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if you couldn't get enough of the warmth and comfort he offered.

as your lips parted for a brief moment, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. “i want to show you how much you mean to me,” mike whispered, his voice filled with a raw, unbridled passion. you nodded, your heart racing with anticipation. slowly, the two of you began to explore this new and profound connection, each touch, each caress igniting a fire that had long smoldered within you. his kisses traveled down your neck, while your hands slipped beneath his shirt, tracing the contours of his chest.

“nobody's ever kissed me like that,” you admitted through the kiss, your tone ever so soft. mike's eyes were filled with sorrow, but it didn't stop the smile laced with pity from gracing his face. he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “i'm so sorry, doll.” were the only words he could muster as the shock coursed through his veins. you were an incredibly attractive girl—everything about you was attractive. he couldn't believe that nobody had the decency to treat a girl like you the way they did.

the kisses started off sweet, passionate, full of love. the feeling of mike's smooth lips upon your own sent the same chills up your spine. no matter how long you’d been around each other, the first time would always feel special. before long, the kisses became more heated. mike guided you back towards the bed, lips never leaving your own as he laid you down onto the soft mattress, tongue entering your mouth as he basked in the taste. the linger of toothpaste from your early morning routine invaded his senses, the sweetness fitting the atmosphere of the situation, a perfect descriptor for your caring personality. you pulled his face away from yours, cupping his left cheek as you nipped at his jaw, leaving love bites of your own, knowing mike would have a hard time covering them up for his classes later on. you heard the sounds of soft whines escaping his mouth, the noise suddenly becoming your favourite thing in the world. nothing else could compare to the moans of pleasure escaping his throat.

from your focus on his jaw, his hands slipped under the fabric of your oversized shirt, the warmness of his palms brushing over the coolness of your bare skin, heat rushing to the tightness in his jeans when he realized you had slept without a bra on. ever the gentleman, he had never noticed it before. parting from his jaw, you immediately pulled off the shirt, the action seeming the least sexy thing in your mind, but the utmost in mike’s.

once your top was discarded onto the floor, mike raveled in the gorgeousness of your bare breasts. your skin was stunning, breasts in front of him and your collarbone prominent, the sunlight accentuating your waist and hips. “god, doll, you’re gonna give me a heart attack,” he exhaled, his eyes fluttering up and down your body. in a way, he almost felt guilty for the way his eyes were glued to your naked body. you had noticed it, too.

“you feel guilty, don't you?” your voice was a hushed whisper. he hesitated for a second, but nodded, nonetheless. “you're too perfect just to be looked at.” his words made you smile, your fingers trailing up his cheek to cup it. you couldn't help yourself—his soft gaze and puffy lips.

you tugged the ends of his shirt, slightly frailed from each wash it went through, as he un-buttoned the first few buttons, enough for him to easily slide the material over his head. your eyes glistened as they took in his body. prominent ab-lines decorated his stomach, a section of dark, brown hair littering his happy trail to complete his beauty. your lips gravitated towards his chest, placing tender pecks across the centre, trailing down to his stomach, your mouth never leaving his body. his hand slid through your hair, scrunching it as he softly moaned, basking in the tenderness of your actions. and when you looked up, it was the most gorgeous sight he had ever seen. the golden hue of the sunlight burned against the gradient of your face, eyes flickering in the honey dew light. in his eyes, you were perfection.

you had retracted in order for him to take his belt off and discard the jeans that were stopping him from going any further. as he did so, you were working on your shorts, pulling them down as well. the entire time, he couldn't peel his eyes off you. “my gorgeous girl,” the words that he had been biting back all these months, finally made an escape—and they brought the happiest smile to your face.

“legs up for me,” he soothingly said, you complying as he pulled your panties off, your glistening cunt now on full display.

“holy shit,” mike muttered, pulling you slightly down towards him as he wrapped his arms around your thighs. he took a finger, sliding it through your soaked folds, lifting it to his mouth and sucking off the juices he collected. he hummed in content, staring you dead in the eye and quietly saying, “i better have a better taste.”

you whined at his words, at how gentle he was with you. you tugged at his soft locks as he nuzzled against your sopping pussy, inhaling deeply and pressing the rough flat of his tongue against your clit. “mikey, please,” he didn't know what made him groan—your tone, the way you tasted—whatever it was, he wanted more of it. if you had to compare mike to your previous hook-ups, he definitely came out on top, despite not being as experienced as you were. from the feeling of his mouth sucking and licking on your clit, to the way he was purposely squeezing your thighs, desperate to leave a mark, you could've easily deciphered that he was an expert at eating pussy.

when he looked up at you, you nearly came all over his face. your juices had finely coated his chin, slick running down his lips and sweat sticking to his hair, gluing it to his forehead. he smiled contently, lost in something he had dreamed of doing ages ago. “feel good, sweetheart?” you nodded in response, pussy tingling at his husky voice. “feels too good, mikey.” it only got better from there.

he leaned upwards, his body too desperate to take the restraints any longer as he discarded of his tight boxers, his lengthy, girthy cock dripping with pre-cum, aching to be used. you were about to sit up, reaching out as mike placed his hand on your chest, silencing you with yet another kiss. “just rest, doll. i've got you.” he murmured softly. carefully, he nestled his dick up and down your slick folds, collecting your juices, before sliding in, both of you basking in pleasure through whines and moans. his eyebrows furrowed together as he hissed, gripping onto your waist as his mouth hung wide, “fuck, you feel so good, doll.”

he was in heaven, your walls swallowing his cock whole. it was something he never could have anticipated, the feeling overwhelming. the sight of you was all too much for him to handle. one of his hands slid down your waist, his fingers intertwining with yours—a gesture that nearly brought tears to your eyes and made your heart melt.

mike pulled all the way out, before slamming back in, worrying slightly about the harshness of his thrust. he quickly built up a fast and hard steady pace, the room warming up from the heated energy of your pleasure. between kisses and hand-holding, he grunted into your ear, his toned arms wrapped around the back of your head, cradling you towards his chest. you couldn't help but dig your fingertips down his back with your free hand, leaving light scratches that only you and him would know about.

although his pace was deep and hard, there was so much love in every motion he made. after spending so long pining after you ever since he had met you, there you were, in his arms, becoming intertwined with his body. the sound of your bodies slapping together proved the absolute tenderness of love he was giving to you. when he changed the angle of his hips, you felt a sensation like no other, something your body had never experienced before. you wrapped your legs around his back, pulling him even deeper into you, mike feeling the warm fanning of your breath delicately against his shoulder. the new angle allowed for his balls to harshly graze across your sopping cunt, the intensity increasing by the second.

you let out a whine into his neck, tears beginning to stream your cheeks as your hair stuck to your forehead. you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, fists scrunched up in a ball as you let go, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, legs shaking against the back of his waist. mike continued to plow into you through your release, your cunt gripping him securely as his pace begins to falter.

when he came, he did it as loudly as you did, whimpering as you milked his dick for all it was worth. the sounds made you clench around his dick even harder, fueling the fire that had been ignited. you had completely sucked him dry, and he was the first person to ever give you an orgasm.

the things you had been used to after sex ranged from no calls the day after and no further comments nor conversations from the other party. this time, it was different. mike was next to you for a few minutes, holding you as his fingertips traced your hand, the outlines on his palm. his other hand played with your hair, stroking the ends comfortingly before he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you, (y/n). i really do.” you smiled at his words. for a few minutes, you were quiet, the air thick with tension. mike had gotten himself back on his feet, tugging his shorts up his hips before walking into the kitchen. when he came back, he was back with a glass of water and a cloth to clean you up with. your gaze softened, when you had realized that he wasn't going to leave. he was going to stay.

“i love you, too, mikey.”

#pll #pretty little liars #mike montgomery x reader #mike montgomery smut #mike montgomery angst #mike montgomery #aria montgomery #spencer hastings #allison dilaurentis #hanna marin #emily fields

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cyarskj52 · 5 months

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EMILY FIELDS in PRETTY LITTLE LIARS (2010-2017) 1x01 | “PILOT”

#tv: pretty little liars #c: emily fields #w #Pretty little liars #alison dilaurentis #aria montgomery #sasha pieterse #hanna marin #pretty little liars x reader #spencer hastings #pretty little liars gif #pretty little liars original sin #pretty little liars rp #pretty little liars icons

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prettylittleliarsstuff · 8 months

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Hanna: Is she going to be ok?

Spencer: Yes, just keep applying pressure

Hanna, leaning in closer to Y/n: If you die, Aria and I will have no supervision

Spencer: Not like that!

Hanna: It's true!

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teddypickerry · 3 months

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listen…. LISTENNNNN…. i thought my fanfic days were behind me. i really did. it’s been almost six months since i last wrote one i actually gave a shit about. but... butttttttttt… you guys YOU PULL ME BACK IN!!! YOU ALWAYS PULL ME BACK IN!!!! so as of officially…. my requests are back open *i stare at the ground, i shake my head, i die.*

… p.s. i will not be responding to any old requests bc most of them are 6+ months old. so please, fill up that inbox. ;) & if you want secondary parts to old series, please let me know!

#teddypickerry #jess mariano x reader #rory gilmore x reader #lorelai gilmore x reader #nate archibald x reader #nikki sixx x reader #steve harrington x reader #jason dilaurentis x reader #colby brock x reader #hanna marin x reader #fanfic

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naturesapphic · 7 months

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Scared

Hanna marin x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, mature themes, sexual innuendos

“Hey Han, you into sharing everything with your BFF? Even your GF? - A”

Hanna looked down at her phone in horror as she read the text message. Tears flooded her eyes and she knew she had to do something that she didn’t want to do. She has to break up with you. It’s for your own good, she can’t lose you or worse, have you killed.

No matter how much it will kill her inside, she has to let you go. You mean too much to her and the thought of anything bad happening to her makes her sick and filled with rage. She shakily grabbed her car keys and drove to your house, regretting what she’s about to put you through.

You heard two hard knocks on the door and grabbed one of your favorite stuffed animals and slowly walked to the door. You slowly opened the door while your hand was held up with your stuffed animal in hand, ready to attack. You screeched as someone came in but it went away when you saw your blonde headed girlfriend standing there with her leather jacket on with a lacy black long sleeved top. “God Hanna you fucking scared me!” You said breathlessly as you held your stuffed animal to your chest, pouting at her.

Hanna chuckled and shakes her head “what were you gonna do anyway babe…kill me with your stuffed animal?” She teases you as you glared at her in annoyance. “N-no! But I would have done something…like…like punch you!” Hanna raises her eyebrow at her in disbelief. “Baby…you wouldn’t hurt a fly…you say sorry to me when you accidentally hurt me or accidentally bump into me and sometimes you start crying.” She says at she walks further in your house. You huffed and buried your face in your stuffie.

“Why are you here anyway Han? Not that I don’t want you here but you usually text me first or you come earlier in the day…” you said, worry laced in your voice. Hanna remembered why she was here and her whole mood changes and her eyes go teary and her face goes completely dead. You walk up to her and gently cup her face to which she let a few tears leave from her eyes. You gently wiped them away from her face with your thumb and she gave you a small smile in return as she nuzzles her face in your hand.

She pulls her face away from you hands and you frowned at her action. “We have to break up..” she says quietly. You felt your heart breaking and felt like you couldn’t breathe properly. You let your hands fall to your sides and you start trying to take deep breaths which made it worse.

“Baby?… babygirl..hey…hey..breathe with me angel..” she softly said to you as she had you sit on the floor and she sat in front of you. She gently took your hand and put it on her chest where her heart is, then she took her hand and put it on your chest. You watched how she breathed and followed her every step of the way.

When you finally could breath better you finally said something. “Is this because of A? What did they threaten you with now?” You questioned her quietly. She sighed and showed you her phone with the message and you frowned more. “I can’t have you hurt again…A has hurt you a lot and they have hurt me a lot…being with me is so dangerous y/n…I have to let you go.” She said with her voice cracking as she tries not to cry.

“No!” You exclaimed as you looked deeply in her eyes. “No? Y/n…we can’t be together anymore…I can’t lose you…even if I have to lose you in this way…I can’t have you be killed.” Hanna says sternly but you weren’t having it. “I said no! Don’t you understand that I don’t care? That we have been together since high-school? We have been through so much together! You are my person Hanna…we can get through this. I can take some self defense classes Hanna! And learn how to fire a gun!”. You exclaimed at her while you look into her eyes with determination.

“Y/n…you don’t understand. This A is worse than Mona combined. She’s more ruthless and has no mercy for us. Please just let me go…”. She said as she took steps back from me. “Please Hanna please…can’t we talk more about this?” You said pleading her. She sighed annoyingly and walked to your door “I can’t do this anymore.” She said opening the door.

“NO!” You yelled and you ran in front of her and shut the door so she couldn’t get out. “Hanna Marin I love you so fucking much and I’m not letting you go. Ever. You are stuck with me. I will go to self defense classes and protect myself and more importantly you, even if I am short! Because just now I just try to kill you with my stuffed animal…” you said as you stand in front of her, not letting her go anywhere.

Hanna glared at you and pushed you aside to get out but you stood back in front of her, blocking her again. “You aren’t leaving until we fix this and talk about it more. I’m not loosing my Hanna banana.” You said with big tears in your eyes and you leaned up and kissed her fiercely. Hanna stood there in shock, but when she finally realized what was happening she kissed you back just as hard and with more passion.

Hanna picked you up by your thighs and your legs were secured around her waist. Your hands were in her golden locks as her hands went from your thighs to your ass. She carried you upstairs and kicked open your door hard since you were in your house alone and quite frankly Hanna didn’t give two fucks.

Hanna threw you on your bed and you looked at her with such intense emotion and lust that she started to tear up. “Baby…I-I’m sorry…I just can’t have you killed or get hurt in any way. You are the person I love. Only you. You are my person and I just want you in my life.” Han confessed as she was stripping her clothes, revealing her beautiful nude body. Even though you were completely star struck at seeing her beauty, Hanna was confessing to you and you were all ears.

“I understand Han…but please…p-please don’t do that again.” You said as you started crying and Hanna hovered over your body and wiped away your tears with her gentle fingers. “I only tried to because I’m so scared…I can’t lose you…” Hanna said softly as she’s crying too. “You won’t lose me. We will find a way to protect ourselves. Just you and me Hanna banana.” You said with a smile at the end and Hanna giggled at the nickname that you always called her.

“I love you y/n/n…so fucking much…” Hanna said as she leans down and connects her soft lips with yours. You moan softly as her tongue intrudes your mouth and explores it. You buckle your hips and Hanna notices it and smirks to herself at how she’s making you completely submit to her, just by a kiss.

You tangle your fingers in her hair as she completely rips your pjs off your body and you blush fiercely. Hanna slowly looks at each detail of your body and admires it. You both have had trouble with your body so she completely understands how you feel and she wants you to feel sexy and confident because she sees you as perfect in her eyes.

Both of your naked bodies are intertwined as y’all show each other how much you love one another and you know that this night will be long and special for the both of you.

A/n: my first imagine of hanna! I hope y’all enjoyed and please, if y’all have any request for her/Ashley benson, please send in request. I love y’all! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest!

#hanna marin #hanna marin x fem!reader #hanna marin x reader #ashley benson x reader #ashley benson x fem!reader #ashley benson #ashley benzo #pll imagines #plledit #pll original sin #pll rewatch #pll gifs #pll icons #pll cast #pll girls #plldaily #pll #pretty little liars #pretty little liars imagines

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tmlwattpad19 · 10 days

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Another “currently thing”… I think I’m gonna make these a series. Anyway…

Currently thinking about writing a story/series about Veronica Hastings x Reader, where reader has had a crush on Mrs. Hastings since high school. They don’t do anything until the friends are graduated from college…

I don’t even want to elaborate anymore because I think it will spoil my ideas but…

Let me know what y’all think. Any additional information/concerns/comments/brainstorming ideas.

#fanfiction #imagines #fem reader #pretty little liars #pll #pretty little liars imagine #veronica hastings #spencer hastings #aria montgomery #hanna marin #alison dilaurentis #veronica hastings x reader #wlw #writing #toby cavanaugh #mona vanderwaal #paige mccullers #caleb rivers

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natsvenom · 4 months

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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.

#jason dilaurentis #jason dilaurentis x reader #pll #pretty little liars #aria montgomery #hanna marin #spencer hastings #emily fields #mona vanderwaal #smut #female reader #x reader #imagine

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