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nouearth · 8 months

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a summer phase.

jason carver x male reader.

summary: jason keeps telling himself that it's just a phase, yet it's become a weekly routine to spend the evening with you.

wc: 1.5k. warnings: explicit smut, kinda angst, handjob (r!giving, jason!giving), lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, closeted!jason, hurt!reader, internalized homophobia.

a/n: hi, hi! just a short little fic because i wanted to write jason, and i swear, we need more smut with him, haha. this kinda turned out sadder than i thought, but i do plan on making a second part to include a jealous!jason when reader is takling to eddie! i haven't been active as much and i apologize, but i hope everyone is doing great!

A gentle breeze blew in from the open window and the wind chimes gently sang from the floor below, joining two spirits that had been sharing warm pants with one another, evoking moans from another. The golden evening had settled in the background and silhouetted the writhing bodies into dark shadows. Droplets of sweat had caught onto the glimpse of fading sun, allowing Jason to memorize the detail of your body before dusk conquered his room.

The muscles that tensed when he squeezed harder around your cock, the squirms that caused the creaking of his bed when he fondled your balls, the gulps that failed to bury moans when he leaned in and kissed at your throat; you followed Jason’s lead into dusk, mirroring his actions to his own cock as he worshipped you and your presence until you were his prayer, his promise, to the kingdom of heaven.

“I’m close…” You panted into the open-mouthed kiss, legs tangled into his as both of your bodies reflected off of each other, sitting straight. Your thighs had sat sticky on his muscular pair and you can feel him tense when your rhythm quickens, your fist tightening to press the pulsing veins into his sprouted cock.

“Me too…” Jason sputtered, leaning his forehead against yours and placed a tightening hold on the back of your neck to hold you close. He held the languidness of your gaze past the heaviness of his own lids, and a terrible guilt he crept up on him because he was terribly enraptured by the effect he had on you, by the effect you had on him. He’d seen you in this state so often, even the darkness couldn’t have hidden the explosion of stars in your eyes.

It was wrong.

He pulled you forward to explore the inside of your mouth, stroking your cock at a pace you couldn’t have possibly kept up with. His tongue mined for a taste of you. Moans unfurled when the fruity cereal that you both had shared earlier spread onto his wet flesh and Jason kept exploring, kissing, moaning, tasting, until he captured the sound of your rapture and swallowed it in heavy pride, pushing down the thoughts that had been condemning him for his sins.

Your hips buckled, releasing your fist around Jason’s cock, and you came undone in several thick ropes. “Fuck—“ Your chest rose and your stomach sank as Jason’s strokes aided every second of the unimaginable pleasure, drawing you out until you were empty before him. The cum splattered onto his broad chest, dripped heavily down his toned stomach, and he reused the warm seed that gathered on his fist to lube his own cock and fuck into his fist after.

“Open your mouth—“ He rose onto his knees, breath hitching and chest rising, while there was enough light in the room for you to carefully maneuver yourself under Jason’s legs. You leaned back onto your elbows, legs sprawled, and pushed your tongue out once you tilted your head back. Droplets of your own cum dripped from his lubed erection and onto your face from the quick, yet clumsy rhythm of his strokes, but you didn’t feel stained until he neared his cock closer to your face. The strong muscles in his thighs kept him balanced on the bed and your pants began to quicken again, joining him in anticipation of his arrival to a delirious state of mind, and welcoming him with an open mouth once he comes. “Baby, I’m going to—“

Before he could finish his warning, your cheek was hit with a heavy splat, then your forehead, then on your hair, and then the centre of your face. “Fuck, Jason—“ For a basketball player, his aim was horrible, and you couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle as you kept your head tilted back, providing him a canvas for him to paint white on. You took all of the remaining thick cum in pride, replacing his hand with yours to stroke him through the shower Jason had continue to cover your face and body with.

The cum sat thick and heavy on your skin, and you basked yourself in the weight of it, sighing when you flattened yourself on the bed. Jason joined you seconds after grabbing a spare towel off his chair, groaning by your side when his sheets pressed uncomfortably wet onto his back. Doting wipes pressed to your face, then your body as he cleansed you with a gentleness that could soothe you to sleep. Though, you were only kept awake because of Jason. His lips attached to yours quickly after, and you kissed back languidly, tracing the curl of his smile with sweet chaste. He pulled away sighing and shared one last gaze that rendered every meaning of ‘beautiful’ useless until you perfectly defined it with the reserve of your smile.

There was a silence after. It thickened the sudden tension in the air, and even though the night had blinded you, you could see the parting of Jason’s lips when you turned your head to face him when he joined you by your side. The dim light from the window had highlighted the contemplative look on his face, and your heart sank to the pit of your stomach.

You already knew what he was about to tell you. The regret in the tremor of his voice was profound, even with the slightest croak, and you immediately turned your head the other way when you felt your eyes sting.

“I-uh… I’ll get going now.” It was a routine at this point. You and him did stuff, and he apologetically shooed you out before anyone could see him with someone like you. Even if his parents wouldn’t be home for another month, the act of liking another man ignited a guilt that boiled his feelings alive. Whether they would die off or come back stronger, he’d do his best to bury them deep enough to convince him that it was a phase.

It was wrong. And it was a phase.

All a phase.

You cleared your throat to soften the swelling feeling in your chest and rolled off his bed to change back into your clothes. Coughs and ruffles of clothes covered the sound of your sniffles. He watched you in silence, guilt-ridden as your back turned towards him, and he clutched at the bed sheet to ground him from succumbing to further transgression. The frail of your back looked cold enough to reflect ice into his own hands if he was to touch you. Even when your shirt draped over it, he’d imagine the goosebumps on your body to prick him like icicles, and—so bad, he wanted to hug you even if it meant that he’d be pricked by a hundred million ice spikes.

“I’ll drive you home…“ He surrendered, stepping out of the bed, and into his briefs and shorts.

“I can walk.” You scanned the floor for the other half of your socks, finding them near the corner of the room.

“It’s dark out, (M/N).” Jason pulled his t-shirt on and neared close, reasoning. “Besides, you live twenty minutes away—walking distance.”

It was a desperate attempt to spend more time with you, even though it was his own guilt and pride that pushed you away. During school, it was Jason that ignored your very existence. Surrounded by adoring classmates and friends with a reputation to uphold, it was easy to. A selfish part of you wished he struggled to contain his feelings when you were within his vicinity. Instead, when your gaze met his, he looked past you as if he’d never seen the light of your eyes, as if he didn’t worship the warm sheen that resided in them nights prior.

“It’s fine.” You layered your backpack over your shoulder, gaze casted downwards as you kicked your shoes on despite Jason’s attempt to steal a glimpse of your face. “People are going to see us.”

“I doubt anyone’s going to be out at this time now—“ You wished he would’ve said that he didn’t care about being caught. He followed you downstairs, the blades of icicles growing sharper with every step you took. “Slow down!”

“I’ll see you in class.” Your chest swelled again knowing that he’d rather choose not to, but you assured of that matter with a smile. His hand naturally reached out to take your hand, another attempt to stall you for a little while longer.

“Please? Let’s talk—“ Overcome by despair, he held your hand tight, letting the roughness of his palm linger on your own despite every second counting against his morals. Jason squeezed, intertwining his fingers into yours to lock you in place. “I-I think we can—“

But your fingers yanked back at the hook of his fingers, and you reluctantly pulled your arm back to your side. Silence fell, and the sound of Jason’s gulp swayed you back around before trudging out of his home and closing the door shut behind you.

“(M/N)!”

The warmth from your hand remained on Jason’s hand as he watched you march into the night, flexing his fingers at every lingering spark, yet you continued to be the despair of him.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like! feedback is also much appreciated!

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smashtbh · 2 years

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Passing Notes

ST boys x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

included in order: steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers, eddie munson, jason carver.

CW: swearing, mention of alcohol, drawings of nsfw content, mention of reader having a dick, cutesy, bad hand writing.

there are no pronouns used to refer to the reader.

a/n: LMAO I LOVE THIS BRUH THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE. please excuse my shit handwriting it is very difficult to write with my finger on my phone, but i tried to switch it up to match the boys themselves but idk my handwriting is just bad

steve harrington.

“Is this supposed to convince me?”

“Depends, did it work?”

“Steve, you could’ve just asked me to come over.”

“Oh. But like — did this persuade you at all?”

“No.”

“Noted.”

billy hargrove.

“What the fuck is this.”

“Art, baby.”

“Get out of my face, Billy.”

“Not till you fuck me stupid.”

“You’re already stupid.”

jonathan byers.

“Jonathan, this is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m sure you’ve seen cuter things.”

“Yeah, like you.”

“Y/N.. quit it.”

“But you blush so prettily.”

“Y/N!”

eddie munson.

“Did you draw this?”

“No, an eagle flew through the window, took my pencil, and drew that for me.”

“Well, he did a shit job.”

“Excuse me?!”

jason carver.

“Uh.. what’s on the top?”

“Don’t read that, will you help me?”

“I mean — yeah, I’m just confused about this little part here — “

“Don’t read that!”

likes, reblogs, & comments are appreciated!

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hopelessrromantix · 8 months

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kinktober blurbs 2023 masterlist

[send asks to choose kinks from the list and characters <3]

cis women dni

top/dom male reader content

1 — somnophilia | morpheus

4 — overstimulation | marc spector

7 — power imbalance + hate-fucking | miguel o'hara

10 — boot-riding | billy hargrove

13 — dacryphilia + lingerie | steve harrington

16 — phone sex | poly!ghostface

19 — feminization + breeding | steven grant

22 — orgasm denial + thigh riding | steven grant

25 — free use | marc spector

28 — hate-fucking | billy hargrove

31 — photos/video + corruption | steven grant

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r1vrrr · 2 years

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Jason Carver x Amab Reader

cw. bottom! jason x dom! male reader

yall gotta admit jason was fine 🧍🏽

He wished he could say that he managed to get his shit together after that first time. Jason really, really wished he could say that he didn’t beg for Y/N’s cock up his ass. Somehow…somehow that seemed like the worst part. Like somehow being a queer would’ve been more acceptable if he wasn’t the girl.

But Y/N always did fucked up things to his head and that was no exception.

“I’ll be your goddamn sissy. I’ll – Jesus Christ – I’ll be your fucking bitch boy, Y/N, just-just…put it in. Please. Please…put your dick in me.”

It’s been weeks since the first time and he knows that if Y/N made him, he’d beg for it again. He could make him beg. (He does beg anyway, sometimes, sweat-soaked and breathing humid air into his lungs, face buried into a pillow as he tries not to scream even though Y/N’s parents are never home anyway.) But Y/N never forces Jason to plead, even though he would be justified – more than justified – in wringing as much humiliation out of Jason as he can.

Jason understands, kneeling on Y/N’s sheets and trying not shake apart, he understands why people say you shouldn’t do this. It was everything everyone had ever warned him not to do, but he couldn’t stop wanting it – like most things he wanted, he guessed.

Nothing should ever feel this good – Jason felt sick with it, almost. Weak and hot and shivery.

And Y/N – never made it any easier. No…that wasn’t right. He never made it any easier to say no.

Y/N made saying yes too goddamn easy.

“Just a little more, just like that.” Cooing in his fucking ear like Jason really was a goddamn girl, one of the dumbasses who roamed this good for nothing town, smiling and batting their eyelashes at Y/N, but Jason couldn’t get enough air in to tell him to shut his mouth. Jesus, he never stopped talking. “Always so tight, Jason, but you take it so good. So good…”

Y/N talked to him like he mattered.

Jason felt Y/N’s fingers spreading him open, oil-slick, long and slender, and each thrust felt like it was liquifying all his organs. Turning him into a useless, desperate mess. Ass in the air and trying hard not pass out before Y/N even pulls his dick out.

He felt like half of the pillows in Hawkins were shoved under him because Y/N knew Jason couldn’t hold up his own damn bodyweight when he was getting fucked in the ass. Y/N had been so concerned that first time. So quietly worried. “Jason? Jason, baby, am I hurting you?”

He’d just chuckled at him then. Because Y/N wasn’t hurting him at all. He’d never felt anything that hurt less.

It still doesn’t hurt, weeks later, Y/N’s huge dick making him feel light-headed as he pushed into Jason’s body, firm but slow. A horrible keening escaped his mouth and he bit down onto the pillow before he could start wailing like a two-dollar whore. Y/N always just…went still for a moment when he bottomed out, held Jason by the hips, thumb caressing the skin on his lower back just above the swell of his ass. Just petting Jason. Admiring him, almost.

Y/N touched him like he mattered, was the thing.

Like Jason was something rare and sacred. It was too much. It will never be enough.

His skin was electrified, provided every microscopic sensation in beautiful, exquisite detail. The way he felt the muscles in Y/N’s thighs flexing against his with every shove of his hips. One hand gripping Jason’s shoulder and the other gripping his hip, massaging into his skin with those big hands. The silky brush of his lips on Jason’s back as he kissed him, whispering, “Jason, you feel so fucking good. Jesus Christ, I can’t handle it, Jason.”

Beneath him, Jason whined like a goddamn dog. Pathetic. Y/N fucked him good and steady, working into him with short hard thrusts that even made the bottom of Jason’s feet feel hot, his cock rutting into the pillow below him. He was drooling into the pillow below his head, tongue practically lolling out of his mouth. He wanted it to last forever. He wanted to cry – it just felt so fucking good. “Nnngh!”

Y/N groaned in his ear, kissing below his shoulder blade, and the sound made him hot, too. “You take me so fucking good, Jason. Nothing as good as this ass.”

Oh god, he needed this to be over, as quickly as possible but he blurted out something colossally stupid. Y/N was too goddamn slow, too tender and Jason was weak and trembling already. “C’mon, I already said I’d be your bitch,” he rasped, hoarse and fucked-out sounding. “Not your fucking girlfriend, Y/N.”

Behind him, Y/N chuckled quietly. The hand on his shoulder stroked through Jason’s hair, twisting a little handful – not pulling his hair, but gathering it up. Y/N kissed his bare neck, open-mouthed and sweet. Jason eyes rolled back. “Jason, you’re not my sissy or my bitch.” Curled his tongue around Jason’s earlobe, tugging gently on his earring. “You’re not my girlfriend.” A low whine buzzed in the back of his throat as Y/N suddenly cupped his balls, squeezing and rolling them in his warm palms. “You’re my princess.”

He was expecting a reaction and wasn’t disappointed. Y/N grunted and moaned as Jason shook, his dick spilling all over Y/N’s pillowcase. Y/N came as he clenched tight around his cock, his sweet little whimpers making his balls tingle.

Y/N kissed Jason’s back, hungry and lazy, still half-hard and rocking into him in slow circles. His ass felt tender, but Jason couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than letting Y/N use him again.

Y/N made it too easy, so he never said anything, even though they both know Jason came for ‘my princess’.

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mlmmetalhead · 2 years

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God, do you love me?

Jason Carver x Male reader

Summary: Jason is fed up with guilt of his actions, searching for an answer of what awaits him and a way to distract himself.

CW: smut, religion induced internalized homophobia, angsty, vent fic(?), self hatred, Top!Dom!Reader, Sub!Bottom!Jason, no prep anal, cumming in pants, dacryphilia.

An: honestly I don't even know. I like this a lot but hate it at the same time.

WOMEN DNI

“Heavenly and Almighty God, I come before you humbled and sorrowful, aware of my sin, and ready to repent. Lord, forgive me for I have sinned before you. Wash away my sin, purify me, and help me to turn from this sin”

Jason muttered, folding his hands in prayer. God did not answer. Then he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. But all his thoughts bounced from one to the other, like a faulty transistor radio, distracting him. Only one thought swirled in his head like a nasty insect: He had fallen so low, so far in his sin, that God had abandoned him. Suddenly, as if forced by something otherworldly, he looked up. There was no one up there. No one. No one is going to protect him anymore, as for he is a sinner. And it's his fault, of course.

"Why?” - he whispered, bitter tears forming in his eyes.

Why was he the victim of the demon of lust, who embodied all his sins, all his filthy thoughts, and unfulfilled desires, worsening his self-loathing? Why him? Is it the will of the Almighty? Or was He punishing him for his other sins? Jason bit his lip, feeling the cold tears run down his cheeks. This was how his life would end. He would just disappear, never see God again, never remember Him, never go to Heaven. He won't have any peace at all. And yet he loved this world so much. Everyone admired his successes. He was happy. He was in love. He was free. A pang of burning guilt was eating away at his soul of passion and sadness. He wanted to be loved the same way. He wanted his enemies to know that sooner or later he would be free and love them himself. What would become of him? Would cold stone steps be the last place of his life? He will die. And who will regret it? His family? Or a world that will change forever? His friends? Why would they grieve for him? A wretched sinner, rejected by God. Wasn't that what he'd always wanted, wasn't that what he'd been born for? It was all for nothing. How unfair.

Now he will never ascend to Heaven. They will never know what he meant, how he acted, how he loved. All because of the horrible, god-awful thoughts that filled his mind. And it was never, never possible to get rid of them at all, though he tried his best. They were devouring him from within, like fire devours a dry log. And how many times had he tried to drive them out! But always, as soon as he touched Jason gently, they burst into flames with renewed vigor. And so it happened again and again.

Jason could not get his lips, his hands, his soft voice, the smell of his body, his contagious laughter out of his head. And when one day Carver thought he had overcome that obsession, that he had succeeded in driving the red witch and her red rose away from him, he willingly gave in to the terrible temptation and kissed him. It was the first time this had happened to Jason. It was the ultimate sin. But he liked it. And now he hated himself for it. But he couldn't hate him, even when he tried. Because then he would have been able to say that he would never let anything like that happen again. And he couldn't say that. That would be a lie, because it was the best kiss of his life. The sweetest. And he wished so much that everyone around him would know about it... And when Jason made up his mind, and put his palm on his lips to get his attention, and as he felt the others hands roaming confidently over his torso, Carver's body rocking in a dark room, spread apart in a silent cry, as his cock worked rabidly, Jason managed to think - “What happens when he cums and silence ensues?” He'd have to get dressed again, wouldn't he? And then go home. Alone with his thoughts, and with his body, which could never be pure again.

And as if he couldn't learn from his mistakes, only halfway along, he realized that he was going back the same way, while the wind blew around the back of his head, with what felt like worms crawling around in his head. When the door opened, Jason's breath hitched again, just from the look on his face. Jason tried to put on a smile, but it quickly crumbled under the new tears that had fallen down his cheeks.

"Are you okay?" - Y/N asked, and Jason shuddered. He was utterly disgusted that his friend was actually worried. But he was even more disgusted with the fact that he was enjoying himself. He wanted to feel his hands on him one more time. It made him grow warmer at heart to know that L/N cared, and that made him want to vomit. He shook his head, and unable to get the words out of his mouth, gave in forward to Y/N, their lips meeting. When the air escaped his lungs and he felt the others tongue in his mouth, a hoarse moan erupted from his lips. Something broke inside him. Every single one of his repressed desires and thoughts broke free. And he could taste his approaching orgasm in his mouth. Jason almost came at that moment, unable to stand it. But as soon as Y/N put his tongue over his lips and said something indecipherable, he couldn't stop, and his orgasm was born as if by itself. Carver moaned, feeling even filthier than before, but he couldn’t wait for more, at the same time. He couldn't stop his hands when they wandered around L/N's neck, fingers ghosting at his earlobes. As their bodies pushed through, and the door fell shut behind them, one of the guys spoke up:

"W-wait, Jason... What's going on? Did something happen?"

And he couldn't bring himself to answer, only gazing into the others eyes, the feeling of helplessness once again washing over him, as his thoughts were forced to return to what led to this predicament.

"It's nothing... It's just I... I don't know..."

And Jason felt himself spiraling again, losing touch with reality as every sensation in his body blurred out, disappeared within the static surrounding his clouded mind. He was returning back to clarity, which is the only thing he didn't need right now, exactly what he was trying to avoid. And then, he felt it all coming back to life, as a voice whispered to him, right next to his ear, making shivers run down his spine.

"It's alright. I missed you, too."

Followed by a gentle trail of kisses left upon his neck, leading down to his chest. Jason held his breath and exhaled sharply as his body responded by pressing against Y/N. Thoughts, like sensations, flowed through him again into the real world while he swooned under the gentle touch of his wet lips, before he heard a soft whisper right above his ear.

"How far do you want to go? The same as last time?"

His mind was too clouded for him to give any sensible answer. Yet immediately a low moan escaped his throat as he felt gentle fingers unbutton his shirt, leaving his burning chest exposed. Carver’s hands reached for the buttons on the other man's chest, and when they clicked open, his lips touched now exposed skin and his cool palms ran over L/N’s naked torso. Gradually Jason's arousal reached its apex, and he arched forward, running his hands through the strands of H/C hair. Again a low whisper echoed through his head, which seemed to him the sexiest thing in the world.

“Get on the couch, and take your pants off.”

Despite the heat, a chill wave ran down Carver’s back. He obeyed and after getting on the soft fabric of the couch, quickly pulled down his jeans along with his underwear. Jason’s heart was frantic, but he was willing to do anything now So what followed was a mixture of shock and arousal happening at the same time. He couldn't completely comprehend the fact he was sinning like this again. Everything seemed surreal in the darkness, and maybe that helped to calm the guilt that was bubbling up in his chest along with the arousal. Jason squeezed his eyes shut for a second and wished, almost tearfully, that this would be his last night. He wouldn't have wanted to die any other way. At that moment two wet, firm hands wrapped around his hips, and he slid headlong into the heat. Through the haze he could feel L/N’s tongue wandering down his legs, caressing his thighs, ass cheeks, and the wet surface of his skin, quickly covering with droplets of sweat. The fingers that gripped his flesh tensed. It wasn't a shiver of arousal, but a subtle twitch of desire. Carver’s heart raced, watching through the cloud of desire as he watched Y/N’s, who loomed over him, the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. Y/N pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the back of the seat, stripping off his shorts at the same time. He growled and rubbed his pelvis against Jason's thighs, making him afraid he was going to pass out. When he opened his eyes, he saw the other man’s face right in front of him, almost radiating a luscious tenderness.

"You're very handsome," a quiet whisper escaped Jason's lips on its own. Y/N laughed, leaning forward and kissing him.

Their tongues merged in an endless kiss in which everything but their joined bodies dissolve, driving them crazy, creating a merging of two souls at the same time. Carver didn't have time to realize when Y/N entered him, feeling something hard and hot inside his body. He cried out and lifted his hips against the pressure of the man's flesh. Jason could feel L/N absorbing more and more of his body with each movement, as if his entire soul was concentrated in the center of this intercourse.

"You're the most beautiful man in the world, Y/N," he whispers, pulling away from him a little, and feeling himself succumb to the others pressure. Thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, till iniquity was found in thee.

Jason himself was no longer strong enough to speak, but it didn't matter anymore, because there was no one else in the world but the two of them, and they continued to merge in a single stream of feelings until they were one soul. Carver moaned loudly, and his moan combined what seemed like the expression of bliss, love, and agony. Before he knew it, bitter tears were streaming down his cheeks. His hands clawed at L/N’s back, leaving the marks of his nails on the others skin.

"You're mine, mine, mine," he heard a whisper in his head, and Jason himself could no longer distinguish whether he was saying it himself, or were it L/N’s words.

He felt the movements inside him echoing in every single corner of his body, and each one was a tie between the two of them. Jason seemingly lost the comprehension of how fast was Y/N moving, or where else was he grabbing him, as his whole body felt on fire.

As if forced out of the flow, Jason let out the words, "I'm yours," one last shuddering ecstasy causing him to roll his eyes and let out a moan that combined every emotion imaginable and unthinkable, the drop, the bliss, the ecstasy. He felt a sweet warmth pour inside him, like something had exploded on the inside at that moment. Carver twitched in an exodus, wrapping his arms around the other man’s neck. After a few seconds, the convulsions stopped, and the last thing he felt were Y/N’s lips gently pressing against his forehead. Whereupon circles swirled before his eyes, and he sank into darkness.

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steveisagay · 1 year

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The boys (whoever you have ideas for) with a scremo singer (artist?) Like what they think when they first met? If you need more details for tis lemme know!

Stranger things x Screamo singer!reader

I am so sorry I didn't get to this until now and I'm writing this thinking that the reader hangs out at The Hideout, I hope this is what you wanted!

Eddie

You two probably met one night at The Hideout whether you just happened to be in that night or if you had a gig

He'd think you were so cool when he finds out what music you do

It might not be exactly his style but it's so different than some other styles that he can't help but like it

If you had a gig of some sort he'd definitely be there, hearts in his eyes as he watches from the front of the small little stage

100% your biggest fan without a doubt

He'd try to get you to sing a few songs with Corroded Coffin

He will be your biggest supporter and you his

Steve

He is not into any type of screamo at all

When you two met he was not there by choice

He'd think that you were weird, and a freak but after getting to meet you he'd start to warm up

He would support you, but maybe not as outright as Eddie, he'd show up but he might not get as loud and enthusiastic

He'd be so proud of you for doing what makes you happy, something that he would never be able to do in a thousand years

He definitely sticks out like a sore thumb in his bright polos and soft colors

Billy

He might not always be able to frequent The Hideout but he definitely tries to

You were basically this person he'd never seen before, sure you were hot but there wasn't much more that met his eye

But then you got on mic and damn...

He tried to buy you a drink afterwards

When it got to the point when he's have to go home his number would end up on the napkin under your drink

After you two got together he would brag to everyone about how talented his partner was

Also 100% your biggest fan

Jason

His first instinct would be to call you a Satanist freak

I have no idea how y'all would meet

Maybe highschool?

But if his feelings changed he'd be proud that you were so talented but their would be a few fights some nights

He would think that your style would end up going against his religion

It probably wouldn't last

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edmetalqueer · 2 years

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*!*!* Brat *!*!*

Pair: Jason Carver x Male!Reader.

Genre: Smut.,

WARNINGS: Degrading kink, hair pulling, anal sex, chocking kink, dacryphilia, gagging, mentions of homophobia, public sex, Dom!Reader, Sub!Jason.

Request: Bro just imagine jason taunting you flirting with chrissy and shi and just being a brat then immediately regretting as you pound into him mercilessly 😩

!!! MINORS DNI !!!

Y/N sat in his seat during lunch, sitting with his friend Eddie & his club members, eyes staring at Jason across the room, hearing how he flirted with Chrissy.

Y/N started picking at his food, he knew that Jason & His relationship was a secret, but he still was jealous, he was lost in his mind, jealousy just building up.

Y/N saw how Jason stared at him for a moment, Y/N knew that Jason did this on purpose, Eddie snapped his finger, "Y/N?? Hello?? You awake?" Eddie said, Y/N looked at him, "Sorry, tired, i got P.E soon." Y/N said, going back to look at Jason, "Alright-" Eddie said, going back to whatever he was talking about.

Y/N sat on the bench during P.E, drinking water from his water bottle, he watched Jason like a predatory animal, Y/N got up, looking at Jason, then walking to the locker room.

Jason watched Y/N walk to the locker room, "Uhm. I gotta go take a piss, i'll be back." Jason said, quickly walking to the locker room, almost tripping on his words.

Jason closed the door fast, basically running over to Y/N, Jason held onto him, smiling, knowing damn well that his in trouble.

Y/N gripped him by the collar of his shirt, pinning him against the wall, "What the fuck was all that in the cafeteria? hm? You wanna be dicked down that badly so you flirt with Chrissy to get my attention?" Y/N said, voice harsh.

Jason whined, grinning like a idiot, "You said it yourself, we need to keep our relationship secret." Jason said, acting innocent, Y/N stared at him, "Your a filthy brat, it's time i shut you up like the cock hungry whore you are." Y/N said, giving a harsh slap against Jason's ass.

Jason let out a moan, "You better stay quiet, don't want your friends to know how much of a whore you are." Y/N said, pulling Jason's shirt up, running his hands up & down, Jason threw his head back, whining like a little bitch.

Y/N smirked, dragging him into the bathroom stall, locking the stall when entering, "I'm sorry-" Jason said, whiny, Y/N shook his head, smirking, "Your not safe from this, baby boy." Y/N said, sitting down on the toilet seat, "Now be a good boy and you might be allowed to cum." Y/N said, pulling down his P.E shorts, patting his thigh, "Come over here now." Y/N said, Jason quickly obeyed, sitting down in his lap.

Y/N pulled Jason's shorts off, pulling his boxers down as well, "Safe word?" Y/N asked, looking at Jason, Jason sighed, whining, "Pink-" he said, Y/N smiled, nodding, pulling his own boxers down, "No prep?" Jason said, shocked, Y/N hummed, taking a fist full of his hair, "Only good boys get prep."

Y/N lifted him up, placing him right back down on his dick, Jason gripped onto Y/N's shoulder, letting out a loud moan, Y/N kissed his cheek, Y/N started slowly moving his hips, watching Jasons every reaction.

Y/N grabbed his shirt, placing it around his mouth, "Have to keep you quiet." he said, Jason nodded, muffled moans coming from him, Y/N continued thrusting into him, wrapping one of his hands around his throat, lightly choking him, "Your my little needy whore, aren't you?" Y/N said, watching as tears started pricking at his eyes.

Y/N wrapped his other hand around Jason's dick, jerking him off, placing hickeys on his neck, Y/N began thrusting into him with a more harsh pace, watching his face, "Learning your lesson, brat?" Y/N asked, Jason nodded, whining, feeling himself closing to a orgasm, "Need to cum? You've been so good now, i think you deserve to cum." Y/N said, Jason closed his eyes, biting onto the fabric of the shirt.

Jason's back arched, letting out a loud moan, painting Y/N's hand white, panting heavily, Y/N came inside him not to far behind, smiling, "The hell do i do to hide these hickeys." Jason said, panting, Y/N hummed, grinning, "You'll come up with a good excuse, won't you, doll." Y/N said, putting his shirt back on along with Jason.

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clarks-letterman · 2 years

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I was summoned!Jason craver x male reader

Where m/n is Chrissy innocent twin brother and Jason and came over her house to to take her out but she’s not home so the m/n decided to let him until Chrissy comes back, turns out she went to a have girl sleepover at friends house on a school night.And M/n let Jason stay the night an let Jason sleep on the couch some min later , Jason couldn’t fall asleep the first time so he took his shirt off then try and sleep but couldn’t so he got up to get some water only to see m/n only in his boxers . Let’s just say it just ended up him fucking m/n the kitchen hard and rough

i can't think of a title-

a/n — i am so sorry for this taking so long! it snowballed into being my longest fic, and i rushed the smut so you wouldn't have to wait- (btw i can change the smut, i know it sounds stupid but i kinda hate that i rushed it :// )

warnings — 18+! Minors and fem!aligned DNI! internalized homophobia, smut, bareback (wrap before you tap!), jason carver has a big dick ;)

summary — check the request!

words — 3.9k

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Soft ramblings came from the television as it ran through the loops of magnetic tape, playing out the entirety of Ferris Bueller's Day Off—a personal recommendation from the hair master himself at the Family Video, along with an old copy of Fast Times at Ridgemont High he let you keep. He said that his friend found it redundant to their romantic life, but you were too confused why he lent it to you to care since your rental history refuted anything about it being your kind of movie. And, well, it wasn't. It sat in the tape player for a total of five minutes before you shut it off, replacing it with what was currently filling the background noise. You tipped the couch cushion from sitting slightly too far forward to work on next week's homework, relying on the coffee table to keep yourself steady.

The sun half-slid down the white finish of the wall, making it nearly impossible to tell the color with the golden shine pouring in. It tainted the television with a glare, vanishing in the shade for only a moment as a car pulled into the driveway. Sounding aloud by the tires treading the cemented pathway until it faded, followed by the thud of a car door slamming shut. Time carried a knock from the double set of mahogany doors as the person meandered the small sidewalk leading to the front porch within seconds. You shot up and answered it by the time the third knock struck.

Behind it stood Jason, a smile as vibrant as the floral bouquet in his hands formed when you opened the door. They radiated an air of sweetness that challenged the dominating cologne that hung on his letterman jacket, the spicy bite reaching toward you by a petal's length first.

“Hey, Cunningham, Chris home?”

“Sorry, Jason, you missed her by an hour. Something important?” you kept a hold on the side of the door, ready to wing it shut if anything happened.

“No, surprise date since she said your parents weren’t home,” he explained, letting the flowers defeatedly hang from the bottom up in his lowered hand.

“Oh,” your hand tightened on the door, the temptation to keep his distance growing as the conversation carried.

Jason leaned his free arm against the doorframe, moving closer to you. The door would have to stay open, “Can I come in?”

Jason was intimidating, but not by his own choice. He was never in control of how the things he did affected you; he had a charm that wooed you over and an understanding about you that others failed to grasp, even with how little time you spent together. But, you often had to remind yourself that he was only being nice, and none of it was his fault in how you interpreted it. There was no problem with everything he did to make you fall in love with him. It came with the standard conflicts of wanting to date your sister's boyfriend. They were happy, and you were a creep. That was why you often tried to get out of spending time with him and Chrissy. Being the third wheel was bad enough already, but being the second person in the room to have feelings for the same guy was even worse.

You tried to talk him out of it, hoping he would follow the direction you urged him toward, “Uh, you don’t have to. Chrissy won’t be back until tomorrow. I'll see you then?”

He took hold of your shoulder with a soft grip and held an equally warm smile as before, “Doesn’t mean I can’t spend time with you. We can have some one-on-one guy time, bro. I think that out of everyone in Chris’ family, I haven’t gotten to hang out with you much, and it would be a waste of gas to drive back home, anyways.”

There it was: that stupid Jason charm. Overly kind and friendly, alongside a look that you could never utter the word no to—a natural boy-next-door, no matter how far apart you lived. It became complicated to pinpoint precisely how you felt, given that a guide for who you were remained untyped and unsaid by anyone brave enough to give in to their urges like yours. If Jason was the boy-next-door, you were the Hawkins' hermit.

He passed by you and into the living room, taking your silence as an invitation and reacquainting himself with the walls he had spent hours enclosed by when he watched movies with Chrissy or the big basketball game of the season with your dad. He even joined in on your mom's infrequent binges of various cooking shows and seasons of General Hospital, but none of it was ever with you. Never while you watched the latest release or whatever was playing on cable. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you weren't as avoidant of Jason as you thought. Was he the one who had made an effort to avoid you?

“Aw, good taste. I love this movie!” you joined Jason in the living room, seeing him standing in the golden rays, holding a finger to the television screen.

The copy of Fast Times sat atop the player for Jason to see. His hand traveled from the screen to the tape, picking it up and scanning over the title, "This one's fucking awesome! Tell me, why haven't we hung out more? If I knew you were into this, we could've had so much fun at Benny's place the other night."

"What do you mean?"

He placed it back on the tape-player, "You know, like movies and...stuff."

He said it so casually that you were sure it was the banal genre that a preparatory jock like him would pick out. But you still asked, "What kind?"

He slowly cracked a smile, followed by a laugh, "The kind they don't sell at Family Video."

You let out a forced, dry chuckle to act like you were aware of what he was referencing, your stale giggle joining in strident harmony with his enriched one. After a moment of letting the room fall silent, Jason moved so that he was now filling the space of your dad's bistered recliner, the cushions welcoming him into a world of well-worn ecstasy. You joined him in watching the movie on the adjoining couch and slipped into a comfortable position.

Eventually, you left the seat open to switch out the tapes in the video player, letting it cool for a moment but returning with a heated knowing of embarrassment. The movie advertised a few scenes with nudity, and either gender was bound to make the room fill with an uncomfortable silence. For the first half-an-hour of the film, it was tolerable. There were jokes you didn't get and conflicts that seemed silly, but the scenes of overly exposed women or men had yet to arrive. But, the second half of that hour proved to be the issue.

Fifty-three minutes and five seconds was when things started to go downhill. The main girl of the film lost her top after coming on to her best friend's brother, and what was underneath it plagued the screen. They didn't tempt you, unlike they had for Jason, who, from the corner of your eye, smirked at the television as his hand slid from the chair's arm to his denim-clad crotch, slightly grazing the area. You started to think that this movie was not the right idea to have either of you watching, considering that it was pretty damn close to real life—something you wanted to escape from at the moment. You tried to block out the remainder of the movie and whatever Jason was doing by not watching it, leaning your head back, and sinking deep into the couch.

The moon crawled along the sun's path, letting the light from inside fill the house. They spoke with a soft blink and a buzz as they went out and flickered on into your ears, nudging you awake, "Did I fall asleep?"

It was almost rhetorical, but you hoped to tune out the movie, not throw off your sleep schedule for the night. Your eyes were met with the sight of salt-and-peppery static filling the screen, and to your right, Jason laid back in the recliner, eyes shut but not asleep. He remained unmoved, "I'll sleep here."

He slipped his sneakers past the heels with the point of the other and kicked them over the hassock, letting them fall with a gentle thud.

"You sure? You can stay in Chris' bed since she's not—yeah, you can sleep upstairs."

Jason kicked the footrest back into place with ease, taking a stand on the hardwood floor. He waved you off, "Nah, I can take your dad's chair. He's always sleepin' in it, so I'll see what the big deal is."

He reached for the green and yellow cuff of his letterman jacket, pulling his arm in the opposing direction that he tugged at the edge of his sleeve, slipping it out and doing the same to his other arm. You planned to head to bed but wanted to guarantee he had everything he needed. As if he hadn't spent dozens of nights here before. But he was a guest, and you were the only one home. He didn't know the house as you did. He didn't know of the way the air conditioning never worked right in the summer or how you had to kick the bottom-left corner of the fridge to get it to spit the ice out. So you stayed, just in case.

His hands retreated further up his body and to the neck of his polo, sliding it off as easy as his jacket had let him do. There Jason stood, in waist-high denim flares and nothing else. It wasn't surprising to see him like this, as he had done this before, on the first night he stayed over.

You remembered the first night like you had lived through it the night before; it was in the middle of summer when the sun baked the Earth to a record-breaking high in Hawkins. Your parents were wealthy but not profligate buyers, meaning that the only room with an air conditioner was their own, and the rest of you had to suffer. Barely catching a wink of sleep, you went to the kitchen for a cold glass of water to drink, anything to help stay cool in the triple-degree delirium. You entered the kitchen to find Jason executing the same plan you had come up with mere moments before, gulping down a nearly full glass in seconds, then turning to refill the cup. That was when you noticed he was only in a pair of tight, non-dyed briefs that struggled to fit in the area that they were fighting to keep contained.

It was when you realized your feelings for Jason, two-thirty at night in nothing but the equivalent of a skimpy leaf. One tear and everything would be gone. But that was far from what you focused on at the moment. His body was nice to look at, but the intimacy made your stomach drop and caused your heart to double its pace. Never had another guy been so comfortable around you, going as far as to be nearly stripped down to nothing and still be as relaxed as he was. You had to remind yourself that he didn't know what you were at the time, and he still didn't know now. Later that day, when the sun scaled the wall, Chrissy announced to the family that she and Jason were official.

That was over a year ago, and Jason looked even more stunning. Age broke people, shattered them with time, but Jason wasn't susceptible to that. He went from pristine to unblemished, polished, highlighting his best feature that had only grown.

"Hope it's not a problem," he casually apologized, almost feeling as if he had to say it because it sounded puckish. It acted as a pricked hook, ready to tear you apart but still pulling your mangled mess of emotions to the surface to expose your darkest secret.

"Not at all," you struggled to get the words out, heading off to the stairs right after. Jason called out to you before you could reach the top, offering a quick, "goodnight," that you returned and veered into the hall and your bedroom.

You tried to get a wink of sleep, but nothing overtook the abyssal hole you fell into while trying not to think about Jason on the floor below you. It didn't help that you had just come from a few hours of shut-eye that now seemed impossible to regress into, but you knew that Jason was responsible for keeping you awake. Like many other things, it wasn't his fault—completely and utterly your own head's maladaptive ways. Earlier, it was so easy to fall asleep—ironically because you were near him—but now it felt unachievable to slip away for merely a moment. You figured that a drink—something warm and comforting—would soothe you to sleep, something flavorful to let your mind focus in on.

Jason felt similarly, looking at the white-daubed ceiling. He wished he could peer past—to see you, to see what you wore, how it clung to your body, and how easy it was to remove. He hated that it was his first thing to think of when it came to you, Chrissy's brother. He tried to rationalize it with the fact that you and Chrissy looked alike, and it just so happened to be that you were a guy. He almost convinced himself that what he saw in you was everything he loved about Chrissy, and that's the only reason he thought about you like that. Almost. Jason may have seen a bit of Chrissy in you, but the feeling he got was warmer and undeniably stronger than how he felt with Chrissy. If you and Chrissy looked the same, why did he feel so much different—so much better around you?

Jason kicked back the recliner again, fleeing to the kitchen for a bout of comfort if only temporary as it was. He put a hand under the faucet, bringing it and some water to his face. He needed to cool off and ease his head from everything he had trained himself not to think about while he was here. Smooth velvet crossed his face after he went for a towel.

"This is all stupid," he muttered, leaning against the sink with both hands. The dark outside couldn't help him. He could leave and not say bye, but then there would be lights at home, and he would have to see himself and all the ways he lies to himself there.

Bare feet padded along the cool tile of the kitchen, but it wasn't Jason's own. No, it was yours. He turned, careful not to let his jaw, or a sly comment, slip as he eyed your figure, bare except for a pair of low-hanging boxers.

"What is?" You asked, coolly heading for the cabinet next to him. Jason looked in your direction as you did, eyes slipping down the curve of your lower back and over your ass. He knew he shouldn't look, but you had been so oblivious to his unrequited glances in the past, whether it was at dinner or when you passed in the hall like two ships in the night.

But he struggled to keep it in. He let it out after fighting it for so long. No one was here. He wouldn't have to awkwardly meander to Chrissy's room and think about it for the rest of the night. He could redress himself and leave if you reacted poorly and bury himself in anything that wasn't your stupid, complicated family.

"Just...how everything is right now," he admitted.

You set the empty glass down and turned, much to Jason's dismay, to keep your glance trained on his melancholic expression.

"Is it about Chris?"

That was the only thing he didn't want to hear. Chrissy is what made this complicated, but he made it incomprehensible to sort out.

"It's more about you, actually."

"Oh," You weren't sure what to say other than that. But you didn't have time to think since he continued.

"You're prettier than her," Jason wasn't sure how to say it because he never allowed himself to, only thinking about it when you weren't around.

"Jason—," You interjected, trying to keep him careful with how he handled his words. The second you heard him say that, a small part of you found a glimmer of hope in his compliment. Or it could have been an admittance of his feelings. Whatever it was, the better part of you knew that he shouldn't be saying it at all, no matter how much you wanted him to.

"Stop, please. I need to tell you that I've been fighting something in me since I first came here. And this—this was the last I could take," Jason paused and motioned with his hand to direct toward your boxer-exclusive attire, "I thought it was because you look so much like her, but you're not."

He stopped talking and wrapped you in his arms, warm skin meeting boiling skin, ready to explode but tamed by him. Jason smelled like vanilla and cedarwood and a bit of himself, mixing with the smell of home, giving you a sense that he was home. That this was right. Deserved in the sense that this was what you wanted and longed for and was finally getting.

He pulled away too soon for your liking, but what he followed it with more than made up for it. The light couldn't shine on your face before Jason shadowed it. The space between you left as fast as it came, replaced by the small—but soft—touch of his lips to yours. It was hesitant like he didn't know what exactly to do. Jason kept his hands away from you, though, letting them fly down to reach for the button of his jeans, shoving them to his ankles once undone. Soon enough, you slipped into a passionate furrow, his fingers brushing against your jaw as yours kept a grip on his solid, well-buffed arms.

Jason struggled to find the words to describe how he felt, but there was this magical touch with each point of contact. He felt freer and resolute to take what he wanted from you; both your love and your body. The magic faded as your pressing effort into the kiss started to soften, and he was worried that you had your fill and started to have your doubts. But, in reality, you were ready to go further, even if that journey into the distant arrival was a walk in the dark.

Lips felt the lingering presence of the other's, and eyes held their stare for a silent moment.

"I'm ready, Jason," you asserted. You slipped your hand past the band of his boxers and into the soft, fabric chamber cradling his heavy girth. With only the feel of your fingers surrounding it, giving it a few tugs—understanding that it felt good by the twitch of Jason's face—you could tell it was long and a handful.

Jason kept his eyes on you instead of your hand, not allowing his icy blues to slip, "You know how to handle that thing?"

"Not at all," you proudly admitted. Jason made you feel accepted enough as it was, so another thing to be ashamed of was safe to say around him without eliciting a laugh.

A hand of Jason's took your wrist, reeling your hand from his boxers, "I can show you how to take it."

Jason wasn't being truthful when he offered that. He could show you with the make-shift fleshlight he kept in a drawer, but this was going to be more of a live demonstration for the real thing. He started yanking his boxers down carelessly. In turn, you took a position leaning over the sink, assuming that he would need access to somewhere along the backside of your body, but being wildly inexperienced, you didn't have the slightest clue for what. Briefly, you saw his manhood as you turned to the sink. From what you saw as he set it free, his cock had a bulbous tip that fed into a wider shaft with a few veins running along the length.

Jason's fingers hooked into the hem of your boxers, the cold air meeting your warmed skin. Your ass perked in the chill, and Jason was ready to let it warm against his defined hips. His hand took ahold of his length near the base, sliding his first two fingers to the tip for better aim. The other clamped to your waist, yanking your ass back, causing you to lean more and take a wider stance. He held his cock to your hole, toying with it for a moment.

"Fuck, you're nothing like her," His tip slipped in and out. Then, back in again, "So tight..."

All of that pent-up, building ferocity unleashed itself here as Jason pushed himself in. He was obsessed with how your hole quivered over the presence of his cock, and how the veins vanished and returned with each thrust in and out of you. He loved the exaggerated pop that came with pulling his cock out, teasing the tight-ringed muscle by circling his tip over it before your hole happily enveloped his cock for the whatever-numbered time. He lost count the second he started. His pumps into you were powerful, to the point that you were knocked forward against the sink. At least if the sudden and fast motions made you nautious, the sink stared back at you with an open gutter.

Your name spewed off like a cheer on his lips, repeated cries and pleas out to you, for you to feel good. It was obvious that Jason had been deprived of something like this for what must have been an eternity because only minutes had gone by and he was already a mess. That's when you peaked, your climax. Hearing Jason act desperately to resolve. Ropes of your load sprayed by his third and final thrust, with Jason shooting into you in the seconds following. He kept going, his cock growing slick and your hole emitting gushing sounds as his white-hot hit the tile below with a splat.

Jason unceremoniously pulled out, his cock going soft but still standing semi-proud at his work. Some more of his release piled on the floor, to which you were already heading for a towel. The small clock on the wall caught your eye, two-thirty-one.

On your way back, you asked the only question that came to mind in your clear-headed state, "What's going to happen between you and Chris and everyone else?"

Before you could clean up the mess made by both you and Jason, his warmth took you in, arms extending to hold you. You opened yours into the dark and unknowing, but into him. He was the light.

"We'll figure it out tomorrow."

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bjtch-craft · 10 months

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About Me!!

Hi, my name is Wyatt and I'm "new" to writing. I put new in heavy-ass questions because I've been writing stories since elementary school but I've been told I'm pretty good at it so do with that what you will! But I am new to writing fanfiction. I've been reading it for years and decided to dip my toes into this genre! This is also a MLM blog so if you are a woman or fem aligned please don't interact with this page thank you! I'm also a POC so some of my stories might have a slight nod to textured hair and brown skin but I'll almost always try to shy away from doing this! But you can always request a certain race. Anyways happy reading!!!

Fandoms I'll write for

Fear Street

Scream 1996-Present

The Quarry

Slasher Characters such as Brahms, Michael, Jason, Etc

Spider-Man (Any universe)

The White Lotus

Halloween 1978-2022

Stranger Things

American Psycho

What I'll Probably Write About

Fluff (Please request this y'all!!)

Smut (Maybe)

Angst (Definitely)

Characters I'll write for

Chad Meeks-Martin

Danny Bracket

Simon Kalivoda

Nick Goode

Quinn Mossbacher

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Brahms Heelshire

Jacob Custos

Dylan Levinny

Miles Morales

Pavitr Prabhakar

Peter Parker (Tom, Andrew, and Tobey)

Prince Eric (Live action because he to mf fine)

Corey Cunningham

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Jason Carver

Lucas Sinclair

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Patrick Bateman

Miguel O'Hara

This blog is for a male-targeted audience so if you are fem aligned in any way please stay off this page. Thank you!

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untilwedont · 2 years

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Naughty Boy

Pairings: Jason Carver x male!reader

Warnings: Dom!Jason, Sub!reader, possessive!jason, , public sex, unprotected sex, no prep

Summary: It's christmas time in hawkins and m/n can't seem to keep himself of the naughty list.

A/N: I'm sorry but Jason is so fucking hot omg 🤭 ANYWAYS Just pretend that he wasn't the reason that Max is in a coma and that he stayed out of the whole thing.

It was christmas time in hawkins, which meant it was time to buy people gifts. You and Jason were both at the starcourt mall, searching for gifts for his family. Jason looked at the list of things that was written on the little paper he had. "Okay, we need clothes, shoes, home essentials, and....I think that's it." You slightly smiled at jason and put your hand on his shoulder, "You know babe, I don't think you needed a list for just those three things."

"Never know babe, just incase." He slipped the paper back into his pocket and held your hand. You both walked towards the first clothing store you saw. Everything was going fine until you noticed the person working at the checkout. "Holy shit.." you mumbled as you noticed working at the checkout was no other than your childhood friend.

You were completely shocked at the sight in front of you. You hadn't seen him in since 5th grade after he left to another school. "Hey.. Jay.. I'll be right back, okay? Just stay here and keep looking for clothes.." You gave him no time to respond, walking straight up to the checkout. "Y/F/N, is that you?" You gave him an excited expression. He gave you a confused look, eyeing you up and down. It took him a minute to realize who you were, "It's me, M/N!"

It took him a moment until his eyes widened, "Holy shit, M/N? M/N Y/L/N?!" He smiled at you and examined you once more. "Yeah, it's me! You look so different!" And it was true. His hair was different, he had a different hair color, wore different clothes, but the nametag on him brought back so many memories. It was honestly just a lucky guess since you weren't exactly sure if it was him or not.

"You look different.. but not in a bad way!" He reassured you, "In a good way. Like a really good way. God really has his favorites." You smiled at the compliment he just gave you, "I could say the same for you. How has your life been?" You hadn't noticed that Jason had been a few inches away from you, snooping in on your conversation, and it seemed like your friend hadn't noticed either since his eyes were completely glued to yours.

"My life's been good, but it's better now that i'm talking to you." He gave you a grin. You smiled at what he said but that sentenced must have set off Jason because he came up behind you, slithering his arms around you waist. "Hey baby, whos this?" Your friends expression changed immediately after he called you that word. "Oh, this is just a childhood friend of mine. Y/F/N, this is my boyfriend, Jason." Jason placed small kisses on your neck, not caring that there was someone literally watching him. He was all about PDA and could give zero fucks if there was 1 person watching or 10. If anyone made any mean comments about your guys' relationship, he wouldn't hesitate to beat them up or threaten them.

"Oh.. your boyfriend..?" His tone and mood had a sudden change. It was as if he was heartbroken to hear you had a boyfriend. "Hey, is there anywhere we could try these clothes on." Jason asked, holding up the clothes that he had in his hands. "Yeah.. right over there." He pointed towards the dressing rooms. Jason's hands left your waist and you both walked towards the dressing rooms. "Wait, hold on. Why do we need to go to the dressing room. Aren't these clothes for your family."

"Oh, baby. We aren't going in to try on clothes." He opened one of the dressing room doors and dragged you in. He threw the clothes on the chair in the dressing room and smashed his lips onto yours. "Mph.. Jay.. what the fu-." He smacked your ass, cutting you off. "What the fuck do you think you were doing?" He growled. "Huh? What do you mean?" You looked directly into his eyes, his blue eyes filled with lust. "Don't act stupid. He clearly wanted you. He probably wanted to fuck you." He whispered into your ear as he said that last sentence, unzipping your pants. "What're you talking about? He's just a childhood friend, I doubt he wanted me."

"That's what you think. Now turn around." Though you thought Jason was being crazy, you weren't complaining. You were all in for jealous sex. Your underwear fell to the ground and now all you had on was your shirt. Jason unzipped his pants and pulled them, along with his underwear, down. He rubbed his dick against your ass, teasing you a little. "W-what're you doing Jay. Aren't you gonna prep..?" He slightly chuckled at your question and leaned in closer to you, "Naughty boys like you don't deserve to be prepped."

He covered your mouth with his hand and slammed into you without a warning. Your moan was muffled by his hand, your eyes began to start watering. You brought your hand to your dick to start jerking yourself off, but you were quickly stopped by Jason hitting your hand. "Na-uh baby. You don't get to touch yourself." He began to slam into you even harder. So hard that you were sure your friend could hear the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

He began to smack your ass, leaving red marks. Tears were rolling down your cheek, your moans still muffled by his hand. "Fuck baby, im so close. I'm gonna fill you up with my cum." Sweat was dripping from both of your foreheads. He continued to slam himself into your abused prostate, his climax building up faster and faster. "Fuck im cumming!" He continued to slam himself into you through his climax, painting your walls. He took his dick out of you and removed his hand from your mouth.

"Hey are you guys done in there? You've been in there for 40 minutes."

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spicyspiders · 2 years

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This is a request from @n4v1a5-com: Was wondering if you could write a Jason carver x male reader but it’s like bad habits by Steve lacy and the lyrics ‘I wish I knew you wanted me’ it’s alright if you don’t want to or you’re not comfortable but I would appreciate it. have a nice day ❤️

Thanks for the request, and I hope you enjoy!

Jason was someone you didn’t like thinking about, but your brain still does. You wouldn’t call what you two had a relationship, but it still had a profound effect on you. He would still pop up in your mind even after you had both graduated and moved on from high school.

Three years later when you were back home, you ran into Jason. It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. Honestly, thinking back on it, you weren’t surprised that you ran into him. It’s not like you were seeking him out, but it felt like it had been weeks since you last thought about Jason, and then there he was, right in front of you.

Around the topic of Jason, a recurring thought you would have is what you would say to him when you saw him. You even made a list.

“You still wear that stupid jacket,” was the first sentence out of your mouth. You hated how the words came out, sounding like you were reminiscing on a fond memory. You had to admit though, he did look good, even if he was still in that stupid jacket.

“It’s laundry day,” Jason said. He glanced down at the shopping basket you held in one hand, “you got the munchies?” He asked. You weren’t sure if your ears were playing tricks on you, but he sounded fond as well.

You looked down at the basket and then back up at Jason, “late night cravings, I guess,” you said, ending with an awkward laugh.

It was quiet for what felt like a long moment, and looked around the aisle of the supermarket you were standing in. When you looked back at Jason, he was staring at you, a soft smile on his face.

“You look good,” he said quietly, almost like he was making an observation to himself he didn’t mean to say out loud.

Though his words made your face heat up, you gripped your basket tightly, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your stomach. “You do too. That jacket barely fits you now.”

Jason chuckled, and you could swear you could see him flex his stupid biceps in his stupid jacket. “You’re still the same,” he murmured.

“It’s been three years,” you snapped. You were angry, but it was only because Jason was right. “I’ve gotta go, my ice cream will melt.” You grumbled.

“I missed you,” Jason called down the aisle, stopping you in your tracks to the registers. You could hear his footsteps step up from behind you, “I still do, actually,” Jason said softly, close behind you.

“Why didn’t you talk to me like that in high school?” You asked, turning to face him.

A heavy sadness filled Jason’s eyes, “I wanted to,” he stepped closer, too close for two people to be in a supermarket, “I can now,” he whispered.

“Are you asking me out?” You asked, sounding dumbfounded.

“Better than in high school?” Jason asked, smirking.

You rolled your eyes, “you didn’t ask me out in high school, we just spent a lot of time making out in dark places.”

“Let me take you out then, and then we can go make out in dark places,” Jason said, looking hopeful.

You let out a huff, “pick me up at eight,” you said. You watched for a few seconds as Jason’s face lit up, but soon you were off to the registers so your ice cream wouldn’t melt. The feeling of dread was still there, but like the look on Jason’s face, you felt hopeful to give Jason another chance.

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smashtbh · 2 years

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okay so i have such a bad thing for dickheads / making dickheads break so can you do jason x dom top reader smut. plot doesn't really matter but if you could add a mirror and degradation to the smut part that would be preferred 💀😍

p.s i liked basically all your fics before i realized they were all the same person-

Shut Him Up

Jason Carver x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my photos!

CW: swearing, jealous jason, jason being a dickhead, smut, reader has a dick, degradation, bathroom sex.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: call him a lazy boy the way he recline on this dick also i havent proof read this so lmk if there are mistakes lolol

tbh i didnt know where to go w this so this might be booty

“Jason, baby,” Y/N tries to reason, but Jason cuts him off.

“Admit it, you were looking them up and down.”

Y/N face palms, keeping one of his hands on the steering wheel. “I was looking at their shoes.” He says anyway, “Then I looked back up to tell them that I thought they were nice.”

Jason lets out a dramatic sigh. “Thank you for reminding me!” He heaves a dry laugh, “You had the audacity to compliment their shoes.”

“Why would I look at anyone else when I have you, Jason?”

Jason crosses his arms. “You tell me.”

Y/N wants to steer the car off the road and down a cliff. Instead, he calmly turns into a gas station parking lot. “Do you want anything?”

“I want you to admit that you were checking them out.”

“Why would I admit to something I didn’t do?” Y/N asks, opening his door and grabbing the keys. He closes the door and doesn’t look back.

He takes a couple steps before he hears the passenger door open and close.

When Y/N walks into the gas station, he makes a beeline to the drinks. He grabs a twelve pack and a big bottle of water. He’s turning to the snack section when Jason blocks him.

“Baby,”

“Don’t try to sweet talk me, L/N.”

Y/N scoffs. “Oh, so we’re using last names now?”

“Whatever.”

There’s a sigh coming from Y/N. He moves around Jason and goes to the chips. Browsing through them, he sees Jason following beside him in his peripheral vision.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just admit it.” Jason mutters and Y/N grips the items in his hand tighter.

“I thought you dropped this already.”

“Just fucking admit that you check out other people, my god.” Jason throws the bag of chips that he was looking at in the shelf, “Not that fucking hard.”

Y/N grabs Jason’s arm. “You are acting like a fucking child.”

Jason tries to pry himself out of Y/N’s hold, “Yeah, okay.” He raises his voice, “Because I’m a little fuckin’ baby that can’t help himself — “

Y/N slaps his hand over Jason’s mouth. “Shut. The fuck. Up.”

“Make me.” Is the mumble that Jason lets out.

Y/N pauses for a bit. He sets down the things he was holding carefully on the shelf as he loosens his grip on Jason. “Yeah?”

Jason doesn’t get to say anything because Y/N is dragging him out of the gas station by his collar.

“What — where are we — “ He thinks they’re going back to the car, but Y/N takes a turn towards the gas station’s bathroom.

Y/N pulls the door open, shoving Jason inside. He slams the door behind them. “You want me to make you shut up?”

“Who the fuck do you think — “

“Jason,” Y/N cages him against the sink, resting his hands on either side of it, “if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to make you.”

Jason doesn’t falter as he leans against the sink. “I dare you.”

Y/N’s last bit of patience was stripped away at that moment. And so was his belt. “Pull your pants down.”

There’s a clink and Jason’s bare ass in within reach. “What makes you think this is going to shut me up — “

Y/N covers his mouth with his hand and slips two fingers onto his tongue, “Open up.”

Jason’s mouth pries wider, his saliva coating Y/N’s fingers. He pushes Jason against the sink, watching him in the mirror above it.

There’s a gargling noise and an occasional gag while he shoves his fingers in and out of Jason’s mouth. Once he’s decided there’s enough spit coating his hand, he brings it down and uses his other hand to palm at Jason’s ass.

“You’re just fuckin’ begging for it, aren’t you?” Y/N whispers in his ear, “You needed this so bad that you made a scene.”

“N-No.” Is the response he gets. “I don’t need you.”

Y/N laughs at that. “Oh really?” He thrusts his fingers to the knuckle, “You don’t need this?”

Jason moans, holding himself up on the stink. He’s twitching at the burn as Y/N pumps his fingers in and out. “Mmm — shit.”

“Tell me, baby.” Y/N licks the side of Jason’s neck, “Tell me how good it feels.”

They’re both breathing heavily, but Jason is heaving in air. He lifts his head up in hopes to get better oxygen flow and he meets his reflection in the mirror.

He doesn’t recognize who he’s looking at.

His hair is a mess, there’s a trail of spit spilling from his mouth, and his clothes are rumpled — sporting a bulge in the front of his pants.

“Oh fuck..” Jason mumbles. He’s done for.

Y/N breathes down his neck, “Aw, baby.” He holds his dick, coating it with the spit that was still on his hand. He slaps Jason’s ass with the tip. “You want this?”

Jason shakes his head and grips the sink. “I — “

Y/N grabs his chin and whispers in his ear. “Beg.”

There’s silence, only the sounds from outside are heard. So Y/N unzips the front of Jason’s pants, pulling his dick out.

“Please..”

Y/N grabs a handful of Jason’s ass, before ripping his hand back and slapping down. “What was that?”

“Mphh — please. Pleasepleaseplease..”

“That wasn’t so hard,” Y/N says rather calmly as he slowly pushes in. “Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t be so — ah, difficult.”

Jason whines. “I’m — ‘m not difficult.”

Y/N laughs, pushing in more as he leans down to whisper in Jason’s ear. “Oh, but you are.” He licks the shell of his ear, “My little slut.”

Jason clenches around him and Y/N thrusts into him, making Jason yell. “Ahh.. fuckfuck — “

Y/N continues to pound into him, the sink rattling with his efforts. Jason lets out little yelps whenever Y/N hits the spot in him that’s just right — but he doesn’t realize just how loud he’s being until there’s a bang on the door.

“Are you shitting in there?” The stranger on the other side calls out.

Y/N thrusts one more time causing Jason to moan — but he covers his mouth, muffling it. “Shhh..” He says to Jason’s reflection in the mirror.

The door knob begins to rattle and the voice starts to speak again, “Helloooo? Earth to bathroom hogger!”

Y/N reacts quickly, “Can a guy get some privacy around here?”

“L/N? Is that you?” Y/N realizes that it’s Dustin at the door.

Of all the goddamn people.

“Uh — yeah..” Y/N turns back to Jason, who’s mouth is open is disbelief.

“Open the fucking door, I gotta pee.” Dustin says as he begins to bang on the door again.

Y/N makes sure the door is locked before yelling out, “I’m shitting, Henderson. Find some other bathroom.”

Dustin groans, “I’m on a road trip with the guys, this is our only bathroom stop!”

“I don’t care.” Y/N yells back, turning his full attention back to Jason.

He waits a bit, hearing Dustin walk away, before surprising Jason with a hard thrust. “Oohh my god.”

“Hope you weren’t too bored.” Y/N laughs, combing a hand through Jason’s hair.

“Doing j-just fine.”

“If you can still talk I’m not doing this right.” Y/N says before using his hand in Jason’s hair to yank him up.

“Watch yourself, sweetie.” He mutters as he fucks into Jason. “Look at what a slut you are.”

Jason whimpers and tries to hold himself up with the sink, but soon he’s pulled back and his only support is Y/N as he watches himself get plowed in the mirror.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Y/N grunts. “Fuck, you take it so well.”

He only gets a whine in response. He uses his hand to carefully choke Jason, not applying too much pressure. “Good?”

There’s a choked sound, but when he looks in the mirror and watches Jason’s reflection, he gets the answer he needed.

Jason’s eyes are rolled back, his mouth hanging open with soft moans trickling out of it, and he’s crying as he blinks rapidly.

“I’m — coming..”

“So soon?” Y/N smacks Jason’s ass, “Is it because someone almost walked in on us?” He grips Jason’s throat tighter. “You like that, don’t you?”

With that, Jason comes. Hard.

He ends up coming all over the mirror. Y/N doesn’t have time to react when Jason clenches down around him and he follows suit.

“Holy shit.” Y/N pants, moving to grab a tissue to wipe his face. He grabs another and hands it to Jason.

They’re just breathing, Jason twitching occasionally at Y/N still being inside him.

“We should do this more often.” Jason mumbles.

Y/N grimaces at the mirror. “Hell no, this is gross.” He looks around them, “Did I really just fuck the shit outta you in the damn gas station bathroom?”

“Definitely.”

Y/N reaches his arms around Jason and starts to wash his hands. Jason’s hands soon join him.

They wash each other’s palms in calm silence, Jason leaning back into Y/N and cuddling his face into his neck.

It’s peaceful until gravely footsteps and another knock throws them off. “Y/N I swear to god I’m gonna piss myself out here!”

“Dustin, you have a penis, piss in a fuckin’ bush.”

“Damn right, Henderson — “ Y/N slams his hand over Jason’s mouth.

“Is someone else in there with you?!” Dustin screams, the banging at the door becoming louder.

“Jason, no.”

“Jason, yes.”

“JASON’S IN THERE?!”

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hopelessrromantix · 2 years

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Content: religious themes, choking, degredation, f-slur, internalized homophobia

It was supposed to be a calm day. Nothing but the usual glances at the school freaks and maybe a rude comment from the basketball team.

But of course, Eddie and Jason were at each other’s throats. Again.

Jason had attempted to pick on the younger members of Hellfire, annoying both you and the group’s leader. Naturally, Eddie was furious. It resulted in a lovely marker drawing of a dick on Carver’s locker. Washable, yes, but enough to piss Jason off.

“You want somethin’ Munson?” Jason questioned, glaring at a very smug looking Eddie.

He’d managed to catch the group as they left that day’s session. He’d likely gotten out of basketball practice with the rest of his goons, most of which were trailing behind him.

“Of course not good sir!” Eddie smirked, giving the most sarcastic bow he could manage. You rolled your eyes. You’d much rather diffuse the situation, but Eddie was always one for dramatics.

“Don’t make it worse, Ed.” You crossed your arms over your chest “Just walk away, he won’t follow.”

Eddie hummed softly, as if he was considering your advice. You knew he wouldn’t take it though.

“Didn’t know you freaks had brain cells,” Carver chuckled, the comment clearly directed at you. You raised a brow. He had nerve.

“A lot more than you,” Eddie quipped. “Listen, I’d love to chat about sports or girls or whatever it is you gossip about in the locker rooms, but I actually have plans.”

Eddie Munson did not have plans.

“You aren’t leaving that easy, freaks.” Damn he was testing you today.

Eddie only laughed. “I know what you’re thinking and no, Chrissy isn’t at my place.”

The way Jason’s eyes widened was almost laughable. Fists clenched at his side, he strode forward, grabbing Eddie’s collar. You stepped behind your friend instantly, getting ready to push Jason off. The only reason you didn’t, is because Eddie gave a small wave, gesturing for you to back off.

“You stay the hell away from my girlfriend, you hear me?”

It was almost sad. How scared he was of losing Chrissy to Eddie. All the while spending most nights crying into your mattress.

“Loud and clear, big boy,” Eddie mumbled, patting the hand holding his collar.

You glared down at Jason, eyes boring into him. With one glance up, he dropped Eddie, taking several steps backward. He tried not to show his mild fear, keeping his expression cruel.

“Whatever,” He huffed. “I better not see you anywhere near her or me.” He didn’t wait for a response, instead walking past you with his group. He mumbled something to the rest of his friends before walking a different way.

“Well that was eventful,” Eddie said, sighing. “I’m probably gonna get my ass kicked, but I’m absolutely gonna find some excuse to talk to Chrissy.”

You shook your head fondly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Eds.” He gave you a half-assed wave, walking toward his van while you went toward your car.

You weren’t very surprised to see Jason sitting on the curb on the other side, out of view from Eddie or his jock friends.

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to the car and unlocking it. After making sure the parking lot was clear (save for Eddie who was blasting Metallica so loud he was sure to go deaf), he hopped in the passenger seat, sinking down.

Most of the drive was silent, your attention focused on the road ahead of you. Eventually he sat up, his knee bouncing and fingers tapping nervously against the car door.

“You know I--”

“If you’re smart, you’ll shut your mouth.” You said, cutting him off. His mouth opened again, but he quickly thought better of it, going back to looking out the window.

You pulled in your driveway and got out of the car just as silently, whipping open the door to your house and leaving it open for Jason to follow. He did a second later, following you to your room.

No one but you was home, your parents on a week long vacation. Originally you were going to surprise him, let him know he didn’t have to sneak around this week. But now, you were just happy you wouldn’t have to gag him.

“You’ve got some nerve, Carver,” You said, smirking. He looked nervous, dropping his book bag by the door. “Comin’ after Eddie and me like that.”

“Just wanted him to stop messing with Chrissy,” He explained quietly, trying not to make things worse for himself.

“Want him to leave her alone, huh?” You asked, sympathetically. He nodded slowly, not sure where the kind tone came from. “Y’know, I think she’d hate it a lot more if she found out you were getting fucked stupid by those ‘freaks’ you hate so much.”

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He was unable to meet your eye, looking from the walls to the floor.

“I just don’t want--”

“I don’t give a fuck what you want, Jason.” Your hand moved quickly, gripping his jaw.

It was tight enough to leave red marks, though you knew he wouldn’t complain. “If you think you can talk however you want to me and get away with it, you’re dead wrong.”

He tried to open his mouth to speak, but couldn’t move with your hand in the way.

He was a sinner, that much he knew. God was surely frowning on his actions, on the way he shivered when you glared at him. But he couldn’t imagine himself stopping.

No matter how loud the voice in the back of his head was, all he wanted was to be good for you.

“Clothes off, on the bed.” You order, finally letting his jaw go. The reddened prints of your fingers stuck around.

“Bu-”

“Did I ask your opinion, bitch?” You watched as Jason shook his head, shedding his letterman jacket and shirt. He took off his jeans soon after, nearly tripping over them with how eager he was to sit on your bed. He was slightly slower taking off his boxers, eyes flicking to watch your expression.

Already twitching and all you did was call him a bitch.

It was always like this. He’d mock your friends then come home with you and get fucking railed. It was some sick fetish for him, not that you were mad about getting to make a pretty boy cry.

He felt sick at how eager he was. His eyes traced your every move, anxiously watching as you stepped closer to the bed. Your hand gripped his chin, much gentler this time. He refrained from leaning into your touch.

Fucking you was one thing. Showing up at your house or begging you to come over to his when his parents were out. Pleading until he got one of Hawkin’s resident freak to fuck him so hard he had to fake an injury in gym the next day.

But loving you? Loving you was something else. Something he couldn’t even consider, not when he was abandoning so many of his morals.

“So pretty like this,” You mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. “You wanna suck my cock, pretty boy?”

He nodded fervently. He could feel himself twitch, a bead of precum trailing down his dick. He knew you noticed, you always did. Eyes gleaming as you held back a laugh, knowing you could torture him like this.

He slid off the bed, undoing your belt and pulling your boxers down just enough to free your half-hard length.

He didn’t wait for you to say anything, instead completely throating your cock, shoving it as far back as he could. He could feel you getting harder in his throat, forcing him to gag the longer he went.

“Aw, so eager to get a dick down your throat that you choke yourself, huh?” You smirked, voice dripping with false sympathy. He tried his best to nod, tears gathering in his eyes. “Slut like you probably likes it, though.” He tried and failed to nod again, giving a low moan of agreement.

The vibration made you sigh, placing both hands on either side of his face. “I think I like you better when you’re quiet.”

He didn’t want to admit that he twitched at that, thrusting his hips up into empty air. You took hold of his hair, dragging him up and down your cock. He let out a mix of gags and moans, his face tinted red as he struggled to breath.

A few thrusts later you dragged his head fully down, burying his nose against your pelvis. You let out a sigh, relishing in the feeling of his throat contracting around you.

He looked so pretty like this, tears streamed down his face, gagging around your cock as he pushed against you. Of course, if he wanted to stop he only needed to tap you a few times. But he never did, no matter how long you choked him on your dick. You were almost certain he’d enjoy passing out, as long as you fucked him afterward.

His eyes rolled back, stuck swallowing helplessly as he ran out of air. Eventually you pulled him off, smiling as he coughed, inhaling as fast as he could.

“On the bed,” You ordered, gesturing your head toward the bed. It took him a second to react, eyes too glazed to process your statement. “Now.”

That got his attention. He moved slowly, sitting himself on the sheets anxiously. He was hoping you didn’t notice the cum dripping from his stomach. He knew you would, though. You always did.

The second you took in his full appearance you outright laughed. “Don’t tell me you came just from that?” He looked away from you, shifting slowly on the bed. “You really are a whore, huh?” He barely processed the insult, nodding along in agreement.

You scoffed at the action, putting one hand against his side. You flipped him over, making him gasp at the sudden manhandling. None of the girls he could date would treat him like that. None would want to rail big strong Jason Carver until he cried. But you would. You always did.

And everytime, he felt worse about himself. He knew the town would turn on him the second they knew he was a faggot, much less the one getting fucked. It was odd that way. As if him topping would make it all better. But he didn’t want to top, he’d never even asked to. He enjoyed the way you treated him too much. Like he was nothing more than dirt beneath your feet.

You gripped his neck, leaning down to meet level with his ear. “I’d go nice and slow to prep you, but I know you want it rough.”

And he did. He always did.

You spit roughly on his hole, chuckling at the soft moan he let out. You held your hand in front of his face, gesturing for him to do the same. He did so, listening as you used it to cover your dick.

“Imagine if your little team could see you now,” You laughed, pushing passed the tight ring.

His mouth fell open, head collapsing against the mattress. It probably would’ve hurt more if he hadn’t fingered himself to this exact scenario in the showers after everyone had left.

But he loved the pain, he loved how you laughed behind him, mocking his constant moans and mumbling. He could barely get a word out, the noises a jumbled mess of “please”, “sir”, “stop”, and “more”.

Naturally, if he really wanted to stop, he could. Just one word was all it would take. But no matter how far you went, he never used it. Not once. Not even when you left him tied up in your closest, vibrator shoved half way up his ass while you went to dinner. He probably could’ve gotten out of it if he really tried. But he hadn’t even thought of that.

His head was clouded, barely registering his second orgasm for the night. The only thing that brought him back was the sound of your mocking coo.

“Fucking whore came again so fast?” You didn’t slow your thrusts, speeding up slightly as he attempted to answer you. All that came out was an extended whine, voice breaking with each harsh thrust into him.

“Think I should call your little friends? Party at L/n’s, right? Let them fuck their ring leader ‘til he passes out?”

He shook his head rapidly, barely realizing he was chanting “nonono” on repeat.

“No? Don’t want your friends knowing you get fucked by a freak?” You questioned, giving a harsh slap against his ass, reveling in the whimper he let out.

“Just want you,” He managed to say, the words slurred. “Just want you using me like this.”

You froze for a second, nearly cumming right there. He whined at your lack of movement, thrusting himself backward.

“You reall are a fucking slut,” You punctuated the sentence with a thrust, earning a loud moan. “My slut.”

And that alone was enough to make him cum again.

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