#written by jay

[archieimagines]

Imagine Dean protecting you in a bar.

i’m sure we’ve all had fantasies about protective!dean. don’t even pretend. we know he has a mean right hook. warnings: alcohol, sexual assault, violence. requested by: anon written by: jay

The music pulsed around you, the bass vibrating through your chest as you necked yet another shot. You had come drinking with Dean but he had, as usual, very quickly been distracted by a rather attractive bartender and hadn’t been seen for a while.

“How about you let me buy you the next one?” A man slurred into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You could smell the stale alcohol, cigarettes and the stench of his breath without even turning around.

“No thanks, I’m good,” you tried to be polite, giving him a small smile.

“Naw, sweetie- Just one drink, that's all I’m asking.”

“No, thank you.” You made a move to stand up but the man put his hand on your shoulder.

“I said,” his hand on your shoulder forced you to sink back into the bar stool, “Let me buy you a drink.” He was obviously drunk but strong enough to over-power you if you put up a fight. He waved over the bartender and ordered some drinks, his other hand didn’t shift from your shoulder. His grip was tight and you were sure there would be a bruise there in the morning.

“I think you'll find-” You turned your head, spotting your saviour of the hour. “-They're not interested.”

You let out an audible sigh of relief when you saw Dean stood there, looking ready for murder.

The man took one look at Dean, rolled his eyes and moved his spare hand to your thigh, leaning in to whisper something in your ear. “I tried to be nice.”

Dean grabbed the man by the collar of his jacket and dragged him off the chair and away from the bar.

“I said-” He shoved the guy into the wall- “They’re not interested. Back the hell off.” He turned to make his way back over to you, to make sure you were okay but the drunkard clearly couldn't take a hint and grabbed a fistful of Dean’s shirt.

“Look-”

Dean’s fist connected with the guy's face with an almighty crack and he collapsed into a heap on the floor, blood streaming from his nose.

“Idiot.”

Dean shifted his attention to you once more and led you out of the bar, the crisp night air soon clearing your lungs of the suppressed panic.

“Are you alright?” His hands were on your alcohol-flushed cheeks, checking you over for any injuries, his green eyes frantically searching your face.

Not trusting your voice not to shake, you just wrapped your arms around him. You balled your hands into fists and buried your head in his chest, breathing in his scent and relishing in the feeling of safety he brought when he wrapped his arms around you tight.

“It’s okay,” he breathed, hand coming up to cradle your head. “You’re okay.”

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles imagine #supernatural imagine #spn imagine #dean winchester #jensen ackles #supernatural #written by jay

[jjongslutz]

심재윤 JAKE 💋 HOLD ME CLOSE [ MDNI. ]

IN WHICH jake comes back from tour missing you so much, he doesn’t want to waste a single second to even take off your clothes.

WARNINGS ⨯ dry humping (that’s literally it) + cumming in pants

WORD COUNT ⨯ 0.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE . . . i’m an avid pathetic!jake enjoyer

ENHYPEN going on tour is both an exciting, new and prideful experience and the thing you dread the most. You weren’t able to accompany them as you’d hoped because of school, which meant almost two months without Jake by your side.

It was hard on him, too. Especially filled with the adrenaline from the concert, Jake wanted nothing more than to go back to the hotel and spend whatever energy he had left fucking you into the mattress. Then, he’d prepare for the concert the following day, rinse and repeat. Without you, however, he was doomed to weakly jerk off to whatever sexy photos you sent him every now and again, or the few videos he took with you.

Finally, he has you to himself again.

“I missed you so much,” he huffs into your ear.

Jake’s voice tickles your skin, causing you to stutter in your movements. He groans.

Right as he got off the plane not more than an hour ago, he was texting you about how much he missed your touch. He told you he needed you then and there, even sent a picture of his hand on his growing erection in the back of the company van.

Now, you find yourself grinding against him, still wearing the flimsy skirt you wore to campus and he in his loose-fitted jeans, which fold perfectly into your core.

His nails dig crescents into your skin where he lifts a bit of your shirt for a better grip. The pain hurts so good.

Jake pushes you back and pulls you forward in a rhythmic pattern to get you both where you want to go. “Fuck, baby, just like that,” he whispers, a pleasured smirk forming on his face as he shuts his eyes tightly.

His hips grind up into yours, bulge protruding where you need it most. As much as you want to rip the material off of him, you’re too desperate to get off with him to stop now.

You roll forward and he rolls up. “Fuck,” you sigh pleasurably. Your head naturally falls into the crook of his neck.

Jake takes this as an inviting opportunity to suck hickeys into the skin of yours. “Haven’t seen you so long—” He kisses the skin he just bruised. “—I have to make sure everyone knows you're taken.”

You giggle at his words and his lips trickling down your neck, but it soon morphs into a whine as you feel your core growing warming.

Picking up your pace, you roll your hips into Jake’s crotch. Your cunt runs against his bulge at every angle and it feels so good.

“You gonna cum?” Jake pants from below.

Lost in the pleasure, you can’t bring yourself to answer him with words. You whimper against his skin, lifting your head to crash your lips onto his. He pulls your tongue into his mouth, sucking on it and moaning like it tastes like candy. To him, it is.

Jake bucks his hips and suddenly it all comes rushing out of you. You let out a pornagraphic moan while doubling over him, feeling a wet patch forming in your panties. Beneath you, Jake has his own stain on his pants, but he doesn't seem to mind as he drops his head back while catching his breath through quiet shuttered moans.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

He’s pulling you in, laying your head onto his shoulder, but keeping your legs draped over his. You feel his rapid heartbeat under the palm of your hand on his chest. “Sorry…”

You tilt your head up. “What for?”

“That wasn't very gentlemanly.”

“What you wanted to bring me flowers, too? Before fucking me into next week?”

He laughs.

“I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me.” You attempt to get up, but your shaking legs bring you back down into his arms. “Later.”

#💋 𐬹⠀꩜ written by sol #୨ৎ 🎱 ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 .ᐟ #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen au #enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen hard thoughts #jay smut #jake hard thoughts #jake fic #jake smut #jake au #jake #jake hard hours #enhypen fanfic #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jay #enhypen heeseung #enha #enha x reader #enha sunoo #enha fluff #enha imagines #enha smau #enha scenarios #enhypen jake #s.jy

[ahalliance]

the dread i feel knowing that qbaghera is a ‘federation experiment’ and that qantoine is involved in ‘federation experiments’ will never fade btw 👍

#qsmp #antoine daniel #baghera jones #one punch KO tbh . jesus #it’s like . we don’t have any proof technically . that their lore is specifically related to each other . but . yknow . the unknown leads #one to imagine things…….. #the report about qbagz’ escape and the fed’s request for help being written to a third party….. and being written in french……. #amiga…… #jay rambles #qantoine.txt #qbaghera.txt

[alizibtheterrible]

Inside my heart is breaking, my makeup may be flaking

but my smile still stays on

wanted to draw this man for a while now. This song popped up on my recommended and all my brain cells started working overtime. Anyways Happy Thanksgiving!

#ninjago #lego ninjago #alizibart #superstar rockin jay #jay walker #jay ninjago #ninjago jay #I genuinely love Prime Empire #I wish it was written a little better so I like the version I rewrote in my brain too lol #Needed more Jay-angst #Jayngst? #Spotify

[jayflrt]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 03. who the fuck is princessyuna

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SUMMARY ▸ private investigator jay park just wants to complete his mission quietly and move on with his life. you, his new assignment who keeps consuming his thoughts, don't make that very easy for him.

TAG LIST ▸ @zdgx1 @smouches @heesdazed @teawithbucky @leep0ems @peachpie4you @niniissus @kgneptun @jaeyunluvr @hooniesuniverse @zerasari @enhalov @sophiko22 @iselltulips @hoondiors @baekhyunstruly @jays-property @woninluv @heerinnie @fakeuwus @yizhoutv @en-happiness @theothernads @y4wnjunz @dammit-jjk @en-happiness @mari-oclock @enhypens-baby @soonyoungblr @jakeslvt @taetaenic @jebetwo @fairysungx @hsgwrld @shmooooo @ineedsomezzz @mrowwww @enha-stars @isawritesss @seongclb @lockburn-castle @alyssajavenss @enczen @calumsfringe @w3bqrl @luvyev @uhsakusa @luvnicho @wildflowermooon @navsnct

#dont mind his hair changing colors 🚶‍♂️ also written + texts chapter tmrw !! #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen smau #jay smut #jay smau #jay imagines #enhypen social media au #jay x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #jay scenarios #jongseong smut #park jongseong #jay park #jay hard hours #enhypen hard hours

[parkjayist]

SERIES IN PROGRESS!: ESSENCE OF ROMANCE (pjs)

sum park jongseong is in denial, but the truth is undeniable: he's hit a dead end. how can he maintain his title as a world renowned chemist if he can't even advance his own research? meanwhile, you, an aspiring chemist, have faced constant belittlement from your male colleagues as you pursue your own groundbreaking research in isolation. when jongseong finds you conducting experiments in HIS own lab, he's enraged. he's enveloped in fury when he realizes that you two are trying to research the same topic. yet, buried beneath his rage lies a deep sense of desperation, and he's willing to do anything to finally finish his research he's been putting off for so many years. perhaps you're the missing piece in his research (and life).

pairing chemist!park jongseong x female chemist!reader

genre written series, slowburn, angst, fluff, " enemies " to lovers, coworkers au, 1960s au, smarty pants x smarty pants

warnings misogyny, a lot of angst, kissing, swearing, chemistry terms, ( more will be included in each chapter ! )

wc 4k (updated: 3/22/24)

notes sooo i watched lessons in chemistry a while ago and i liked it a lot. i'm also really into chemistry so i thought of implementing it into my writing! this is inspired by the show/book lessons in chemistry !! if you watched the show or read the book, you'll probably find some scenes in this series that may seem familiar :)

want to be tagged when each fic comes out? send me a dm / reply below!

masterlist for this series

prologue.

i. flour(sour) start

ii. that old feeling

iii.

iv.

vi.

vii.

to be added...

#parkjayist #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fluff #park jongseong x reader #enhypen scenarios #jay x reader #park jay fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen series #written series #enhypen fic #enhypen fanfiction #park jay x reader #park jay imagines #park jay angst

[doctaaaaaaaar]

Why everyone who likes sci-fi or fantasy should read Iron Widow by @xiranjayzhao​ as told by memes:

Everyone should go read it right now. Please.

#iron widow #xiran jay zhao #young adult #young adult fiction #young adult science fiction #polyamory #queer #queer representation #queer relationships #disability #disability representation #disabled characters #disabled main character #characters of color #queer characters of color #representation #well written representation #shadow and bone #six of crows #historical fiction #hunger games #mortal instruments #the mortal instruments #harry potter #girls of paper and fire #percy jackson #city of bones #divergent #the giver #i may be obsessed

[drawbauchery]

LMAO I got bus AU jumpscared on TikTok

i never wanna see my art on tiktok ever again this is actually horrifying and upsetting

seriously i'd actually rather my art get stolen on instagram or some shit

kiyo is not "misunderstood" and did not "deserve better", they're only saying that because he's hot. i do not approve of my art being used for whatever nonsense point they're bending over backwards to make. embrace villains or bust.

why the FUCK are they using the post where i made him talk about screwing ryoma. does screwing ryoma make him redeemable

i'm going to burn tiktok to the ground

#jay-reid #asks #danganronpa #i've noticed something #characters like teruteru hifumi and kazuichi are terrible horrible creeps #but the hot ones #mikan miu and kiyo (and hiyoko bc she spiked the soup hello) #they're poor babies who were done so dirty by the writers uwu #how could the writers treat them this wayyyy? UWU #LIKE NO #SANS HIFUMI THEY'RE ALL JUST CREEPS. #that's how they're WRITTEN gsdfdkjn #if you don't like that the writers made them creeps then i regret to inform you #you don't actually like the character!!! you only like what you want them to be!! #rant over #don't use tiktok it's brain rot

[cosmos-dot-semicolon]

was scrubbing through some clips of ninjago season 2 - specifically looking at how that scene where garmadon immediately orders his wife be freed and stutters over every other word.

came to the conclusion that these two could've objectively been the funniest couple in the show if the writers were competent, given she's a historian and he's a dramatic threatre kid who has been through all of history.

(and also if they didn't make misako try to date his brother. why did they do that.)

Kathleen Barr, Mark Oliver, and Jay Vincent and Michael Kramer are absolutely CARRYING

#ninjago #garsako #garmsako #garmisako #garmasako #misako #lord garmadon #garmadon #why are there ten different tag names for them. #Kathleen Barr and Mark Oliver and Jay Vincent/Michael Kramer absolutely fucking CARRY these characters btw #they make actually well written scenes like this feel so much stronger and like. distract you from the less well written ones #WHY DID THE WRITERS THINK MAKING HER INTO TWO PEOPLE AT ONCE WAS ENGAGING

[writing-hat]

the beauty of a scar

this is a plasma scene I'm never going to use and/or a fic I'm never going to continue.

@tornoleander @kunshokunsho there you go!!

/!\ TW /!\ : a bit of blood and talk about a scar

(and uh mistakes and all since I didn't really pay attention when writing sorry)

He tried again.

With shaky fingers, he brought the tissue reeking of alcohol to his brow and cheek, hissing when it made contact with the wound. It had already been patched up, but it seemed like it had decided to be unreasonable tonight, forcing him to wake up to a burning sort of pain around his eye. Only to find it bleeding again, some stitches undone.

He knew he should’ve at least waken Zane up to help him out, but he couldn’t.

Not when he was a mess taking care of this one thing.

It was supposed to be a scar already. Why was it opening again?!

He had hoped this rage would’ve been stronger then the sadness inside, but the way his throat tightened, and the salty tears that kept flooding out proved him it wasn’t the case. Therefore, he had decided to take care of it in the kitchen, away and sort of hidden from the others. Since, if had chosen the bathroom, anyone could’ve seen him cry for this stupid wound.

But he couldn’t help it.

It was ugly. And it was made to stay with him forever.

He cared about his appearance. And this? This was just the worst that could’ve happened.

A wound on his face. On his eye. Cutting his eyebrow in half, and letting him with the worst reflection that could’ve ever been. With a sort of pink flesh that revealed through the cut, almost pulsing to his eyes as if to mock him of his incompetence at protecting the most important part of his body.

He had never minded scars, when they were on the rest of his body.

But this?

It was…

Horrible.

He let go of the cloth again, his hands too unstable to do the job, and he sobbed, passing the back of his hand under his runny nose. He hated that. He hated everything.

How was he supposed to look at himself in a mirror after that?

“Kai?”

He jumped out of his skin, and swore, turning around to see who found him.

It was Jay, standing in the doorway with a controller in his hand. He was wearing some kinds of ugly blue and purple pants, and a big sweatshirt, keeping him away from the cold’s harm.

The fire ninja winced; he had completely forgotten it was his favorite game’s tournament lately, forcing him to stay awake late at night to train for the next day. His hair were a mess, and bags under his eyes he was pretty sure he had never even seen Nya with.

Quickly, he wiped the traces of tears under his eyes, biting the inside of his mouth when he passed his palm on his stitches.

“J- Jay.” He cleared his throat. “What do you need-”

“What’s wrong?”

He frowned, looking away from the blue ninja. “Nothing. I’m just redoing some of my stitches.”

“You’re a bad liar when you cry.”

The voice sounded closer, which helped him diminish his surprise when Jay was already next to him, taking in how he looked. He looked tired himself, but concern was clearly visible on his features. He took a stool, and sat next to Kai, determined this time to make him talk.

“What’s actually going on?”

Kai’s lower lip shook, in front of those blue eyes, before he crumbled, and spilled everything out. “It’s horrible.” He didn’t fight the tears that fell down, showing the still bleeding mark with his fingers. “It’s another ugly ass mark that’s never going to leave, and I fucking hate it-”

He was interrupted by the other passing his thumbs under his eyes, getting rid of the tears there, effectively turning his noises into some sort of quiet sniffles with that gentle touch.

Suddenly, Jay’s face was inches from his, blue eyes watching him in an intensity he had only seen him with when it came to video games before. One would think the bags under his eyes would’ve made it look worst, but here, it only added to something close to what Kai felt when it came to witnessing natural beauty from celebrities.

Before he could ask any question, or wonder if the scar was that bad, Jay kissed his eyebrow.

The red ninja’s face suddenly lived up to his color, as the careful lips tried to share with him reassurance, as much as he could. He didn’t move all the while, too scared to suddenly break this moment Jay had created to make him feel comfortable- among other things.

Not that the lightning ninja realized that, obviously.

There was a slight sting, as well, that came with a touched wound barely starting to scar, yet nothing too big. In any other circumstances, he knew he would’ve done something to whine or blame Jay for hurting him too much when there was barely any touch shared. But it wasn’t the case here.

And he enjoyed that. He could feel his muscles relaxing, and quickly enough, his eyes closing for the brief second this eternal moment happened.

All too soon, Jay backed up a bit, probably unaware of how intimate that kiss had felt to Kai. Some of the blood from the reopening had been smeared, he could both feel it on his brow, and see it on the brunet’s lips, almost comically painting the middle of his lips.

The moment was suddenly brought back when Jay smiled, smug of his initiative.

“Does it feel better?”

Kai strangled himself with his words. Was Jay aware?! Was he just playing with Kai?! Or was he on another plane of existence, dozing off and probably thinking he was imagining to himself this very situation with the fire ninja?

Slowly, he tried to come back to himself and answer the question, but with the ability to find words stolen from him, he merely nodded. Jay snickered, like the asshole that he was, earning some sort of groan from the other.

“I think your scar is beautiful.”

And with that, he straightened up, walking away and leaving a very flustered fire ninja to sit alone in the kitchen, with a wound barely patched up.

He tentatively brought shaky fingers up, touching the wound. He hissed when his burning fingers made contact, yet that pleasant tingle seemingly stayed, as if the other had gifted him some kinds of sparkles to make it feel better.

And at the very least, it seemed like it wasn’t bleeding anymore.

#plasmashipping #ninjago plasma #ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #hat's fics #hat's words #this is poorly written but there you go #I really like those two I'm just bad at writing them sigh #but yeah Jay's the top in this relationship- PFFT #tw blood #tw scar

[archieimagines]

Imagine brushing knuckles with Dean Winchester.

this one made me too fuzzy, i. warnings: CUTENESS UGH. written by: jay this is inspired by @yournewwriter​‘s gentle prompts: knuckles brushing against each other and getting shy.

You were sat beside Dean at one of the tables in the Bunker, books and a laptops sprawled out in front of you, an absolute mess. A particularly complicated case had presented itself and it was an all hands on deck situation regarding the lore. Sam had stepped away for a breath of fresh air and Cas was talking to some contacts off world… Which left you and Dean alone.

Dean… The man you’d wanted for so long. So long… Too long.

You’d known him too long for either of you to make a move by now. He’d been otherwise involved with a woman when you’d met, so naturally nothing happened then. And now you were too used to each other’s presence, too comfortable around each other to find much of a spark.

Or at least, you’d convinced yourself that that’s how he saw it. You’d missed the window, but it is what it is. You tried not to linger on it or let it upset you, but times like these would bring back the dull ache of what could’ve been.

You tapped your fingers on the desk, eyes fixing on him pouring over some old text. “Anything?” you yawned, stretching your arms out to try and loosen the knots forming in your shoulders. The low light in the room was ambient but never helped when fighting to stay awake.

“No,” Dean replied gruffly, slamming his book closed with a sign. “Nothing.”

He reached for his beer, lifted it to his lips- and set it back down with a furrowed brow and that grumpy pursing of his lips. 

You had to hold back an endeared, tired smile at the sight.

“Refreshments?” You queried, standing to reach for Dean’s empty bottle. But he’d clearly had the same idea, about to grab it up to give to you-- and your hands collided.

You recoiled instantly as if you’d been burned, fingers tingling... You couldn’t tell if he’d felt that too. That spark.

He couldn’t have, you decided. If he felt any of that he would’ve acted on it by now. You shook your head of the thoughts and reached out once more.

“Uh-” Dean cleared his throat and handed you the bottle, an uncharacteristically bashful smile on his face. Did he…? Did he feel it too? 

The thought flustered you, so you bade a quick “Thanks,” and offered a small smile before departing. The whole way to the kitchen, you couldn’t help mentally kicking yourself for freezing up in front of him. 

Before you rounded the corner you could feel his eyes following you.

You turned back, flushing red instantly when you caught his gaze, just for a moment. A shy, excitable grin lit up your face without your thought or permission, and you hurried out of sight. 

But an image had burned in your mind.

You could have sworn his cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. But it had to be a trick of the light… Right?

#dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #supernatural imagine #spn imagine #jensen ackles imagine #jensen ackles x reader #dean winchester #supernatural #fluff #gentle prompts #written by jay

[childdevourer1]

y'all, if jay gets a villain arc next season i will personally email doc wyatt my undying appreciation.

#the odds are low but NEVER ZEROOOOO #this is /lh i geniunely do not mind as long as it is well done #i just need him to be well written please I lov huim so much its not even funny anymore its just sad #jay walker #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago #jay ninjago #doc wyatt

[jjongslutz]

박제이 JAY 💋 TAKE FIVE! [ MDNI. ]

IN WHICH you've always trusted jay. he's a good director. but you've gotta admit, this gig is... weird

WARNINGS ⨯ fem!reader, pw(out)p, soft dom!jay x sub!reader, director!jay x voice actor!reader, use of pet names (baby, good girl, darling) guided masturbation (f. receiving), recording (audio), fingering (f. receiving), finger sucking, p in v sex, cumming in mouth

WORD COUNT ⨯ 2.4k

AUTHOR’S NOTE . . . i don't even know what prompted this so…. enjoy!

You moan into the mic, marking what feels like the fiftieth time of the day.

This is it, this is the one.

"Hm," you hear the disapproving hum from your headphones, instantly dropping your head in frustration. "I'm sorry Y/N, but I need more emotion."

"Can I have some water?" You ask, instead of returning to the task you just can't quite get.

As long as you've been a voice actor, a good three years, you've never played such a challenging role, which is surprising, considering you once voiced seven different characters in the same show.

Jay, the director, nods at you from behind the glass.

You make your way to his side of the studio in a rush. You truly can't stand another second in that recording booth making such embarrassing sounds into the microphone for a whole group of people to watch and listen.

"What's gotten into you, Y/N?"

This isn't the first time you're working with Jay. He's young, but a very well-known director in the voice acting community under the name Park Jongseong. Though, you know him best as just Jay, one of your old friends from college. Is it nepotism if it's your friend getting you these gigs? But, then again, you're also pretty popular in the community, so... tomato tomato.

You shrug at him, taking a sip out of your water bottle. "I don't know, I guess, it's just—" You raise your shoulders again and take an awkward look around the room. Gesturing with your eyes, you tell him, "There's a lot of people here, it's kinda weird."

The gig in itself is weird, you know this, and you knew this ever since Jay presented it to you.

"You want me to what?"

"It's really simple," he had said. So casually, as if he didn't just drop the bomb that you'll basically be voicing straight up porn. "You make a few... exaggerated sounds, and the jobs done. It pays really well, trust me."

And, since you did need the money, you accepted, expecting it to be the shortest recording session you've ever had.

You were proven wrong already.

Jay lets his forehead fall into his hand, rubbing at his temples as if trying to heal a headache, which he probably actually is. He sighs before letting his arm drop. "Guys, you can go home. I'll take it from here."

They do not have to be told twice because as soon as the words come out of their boss's mouth, they're packing up their bags, putting on their coats and saying their goodbyes. You watch them all file behind each other to exit the studio, and then it's just you and Jay.

"So..." he says, filling the silence. "You ready for another try?"

You're glad he's taken off his director persona. Using it as a pass to strip off some of your own professionalism, you heave a long sigh. "Yeah, sure."

And, so you do.

You moan into the mic, this time making your own face in disgust because even you can hear that it sounded off. But when you turn to Jay, you don't see him mirroring your expression.

Instead, he's watching you intently. His fingers rest on his bottom lip, which is tutting underneath them. He's thinking, thinking, thinking, and you know he's come up with a new idea by the way his lips curl up slowly.

You hear the click of his microphone, and soon his voice fills your headphones. "I have a suggestion." His voice is low, but not hesitant. Jay is anything but hesitant.

"I'll take anything at this point."

"I want you to touch yourself."

His eyes never leave yours despite the window barrier between the two of you. Had you not been wearing your headphones, you would've missed the suggestion entirely, but you cock your head to the side slowly and decide you're fine that you didn't.

He takes your silence as approval. "Pull out the chair and take off your shorts for me," he says quickly. And you do as you're told.

You slowly slide the shorts down your legs, turning your gaze away for a second to recollect yourself.

When you sit down, your eyes meet again. You're sure you've grown a red flush, but he doesn't seem to mind. “Bring the mic down closer to you.” He pulls his bottom lip through his teeth before giving you the next instruction. "Start rubbing your pussy over your panties. Slowly."

Your hand traces its way up your leg, to your thigh, and cunt, both staling and putting on a show. What the fuck am I doing? Using two fingers, you being to draw little circles, then big circles over your clit, starting up a nice rhythm. You hum, pushing your head back against the chair and closing your eyes.

"Good girl," he breathes, and you don't think he even notices he said it.

But you certainly did. It pulls a moan out of you.

Jay hums approvingly from his side. “Slide your fingers underneath your waistband. Touch around your clit, but don't touch it just yet. Can you do that for me?”

You give him a broken hum instead of words, listening to his directions and obeying them simply. Your pussy pulses beneath your touch, begging for your fingers to reach where you want it most. But you listen to Jay obediently, letting your hands draw circles around your cunt, eliciting whimpers from your core.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Jay whispers into your ears. You wish he was in the room with you. You’re not sure what you want him to do, but you want more than just his entrancing voice in the headphones. “Keep reading the script,” he adds.

Right. You almost forgot about it.

Your character is meant to be reading while getting fucked from behind, their words slurred together and interrupted by moans. It’s hot, but the text is less than turning you on.

Starting from the top, you read it out loud, your fingers collecting the juices spilling out from your pleasure.

Without permission, you stick one finger inside of you. You push it in, and out, before retracting it completely and bringing it up to your mouth to suck on it. Once your finger is coated in your saliva, it goes back into your cunt, forgetting all about Jay’s piercing gaze from the other side of the glass.

His voice rings in your ears. “What are you doing, baby? That’s not part of the script,” he teases.

Your finger still in your sopping cunt, you lean forward to start back with the script. At about halfway, Jay’s voice sounds again.

“Play with your clit.” His voice drips with a sense of hunger that turns you on.

Your thumb rolls over your clit, finally, a broken moan escaping your lips. You curl your other fingers inside of you, searching for your G-spot which you just can't quite reach. A whine drawls out of you.

When he’s satisfied with your noises, you hear the click of his mic turning on. “Pinch your nipple.”

Bringing your other arm up, you notice your hardened nipples aching to be played with. You twist and pinch and tug to Jay’s pleasure.

“Good girl,” he groans again. His hand drifts further down his body to where you can't see from where you're sitting, but you watch his arm jerk and match his pace with the fingers in your pussy. “Fuck,” he mutters, taking off his headphones and slamming them on the table before moving for the door into the recording booth.

The sudden slam of the door startles you, making you jump in your seat. You close your legs quickly with your hands still embarrassingly stuck down your panties.

Jay fakes concern. “Aw baby, are you shy?” He kneels down in front of you, holding teasingly sweet eye contact as he gets down. His hands come up to your hips and dig into the waistband. You twitch as he snaps the band against your skin. “How about we take these off so I can see how wet you are?”

They come off within seconds. You’re scrambling to get back into your seat as Jay keeps watching you patiently.

“Perfect.” He runs his thumb against your dripping core, sending shivers down your spine. Your pre-cum leaves his finger shining. He raises his hand up to your mouth and swipes his thumb against your lips. You open them to welcome the taste of your wetness. “Good girl.”

As your tongue laps his thumb, you squeal when you feel an invasion in your cunt. Jay’s stuck two fingers into you, and thrusts them rhythmically to your tongue on his other hand.

You moan at the arousing sensations. Your eyes flutter shut naturally, but they catch on the flickering red light from atop the booth’s door.

It’s still recording. Fuck, you think, unable to form coherent words, bucking your hips as you feel your high coming closer. Your breaths are short and your cries are higher pitched, completely letting yourself get lost in the feeling.

And then it all slips away.

“Why,” you whine, prolonging the syllable in distress.

Jay wears a teasing smile, but his eyes show gentle affection. His hands go down to his waistband, but he interrupts himself in his movement. “Oh, baby, were you gonna cum? I’m sorry, I thought you’d want to do it on my cock instead, but I can finger you some more—”

“No!” You sit up hurriedly, grabbing his waistband weakly to take it off for him.

“Such a good girl,” he says proudly, watching you scramble to take his pants off.

You bite your lip at the wet patch on his boxers, but more at the outline of his hardened arousal underneath them. Jay looks at you intensely, his eyes telling you, “Go on.”

His erection slaps against his clothed torso. His tip shines of precum and it takes everything in you not to lap it all in your tongue.

Jay’s hand harshly grabs your hair, pulling your head to make eye contact with him towering above you. “Darling, don’t forget what we’re here for.”

You’re reminded of the recording mic and the script, crumpled paper, now, sitting on the script-stand. Pathetically, you get up from your knees, placing your hands on the stand and arching your back, giving him clear access to your entrance, which glistens in invitation.

Looking at the microphone sitting atop its stand, bent to where it sits right under your lips, your mind wanders at the thought of the shape and how much you wish it was Jay’s cock. You imagine putting him in your mouth and taking him all the way down your throat, letting him thrust upward, causing you to choke on him and clenching your throat tighter to make sure he spills his seed deep inside you.

The intrusion of him aligning himself to your hole shuts your thoughts up. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans as he slides in slowly.

His first thrust pulls out a pornagraphic moan from you. The way he hits right where you need him, balls-deep into your cunt. Your hand drags down to your stomach where you feel the tip of his dick pushing forward with each thrust.

You clench around him, trying to focus on the script through blurry vision. Taking breaks between every few words to moan or suck in a deep breath—more often, both—you manage measly to get through your lines.

“Good girl,” Jay calls you again. His hand reaches down to stroke your hair gently, before he harshly grips the base of it, bundling it in his hands and using it as leverage to slam his hips against yours. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Combining his fast thrusts and his hypnotizing words, you know you’re not going to last long. You feel his cock hit your g-spot and it’s all over. You’re clenching and whining into the microphone, letting out the most pleasurable angelic noises you’ve ever made. Your legs tremble underneath his unstilling movements.

When you’re done shaking in pleasure beneath him, your hips buck forward to avoid overstimulation, his cock slipping out. Jay doesn’t mind, his hand going directly to his aching groin, moving at a fast pace.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

You love the sounds he makes. His low hums, the way he speaks quickly to not interrupt himself by a loud moan.

Steadying yourself on the chair, you kneel in front of him, his cock jerking against your mouth. He groans above you, thrusting his hips into it as he gets close. You open your mouth and welcome his spilling white ropes as he closes his eyes tightly and lets out the most brain-fuzzing sound of the day.

Jay takes his hand and cups your jaw. His thumb swipes over the leftover cum leaking over your lips, pushing it through as to not waste any bit of it. “Perfect,” he whispers at the beautiful sight in front of him.

He pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket, dampens it with water from your bottle and cleans you, then the microphone and script stands.

You thank him as he helps you pull your clothes on over your body, muscles still shaking.

When you’re both on the outside of the booth, nothing is different in the air from when you were out here with him before. You’re not sure if you wish it had changed or if you’re thankful there’s nothing weird that came from what you just did.

“How was that,” you ask, sipping on your bottle. You’re not really serious, you know it was good, but you need the confirmation.

A light dust of pink shades his cheeks as he names the audio file “Y/N as Mina, Ep. 4.” “Yes, you did, uh, very good. Really good.”

A smile creeps upon your lips, but you suppress it by biting your lip. “Thank you.”

With your words, his blush deepens.

But despite his bashful expression, your eyes train on the movement of his mouse on the screen, noting how he duplicates the file and saves it into another folder, labeled: X.

“I’d be happy to work with you again, Jay.”

 JJONGSLUTZ 2023

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[seth-likes-pepsi]

"Nothing is wrong."

A Jaylex fanfic about Jay's reaction to Alex's change in behaviour during Marble Hornets, intended to be platonic :p

Jay's living room was dark, light shut off, and curtains drawn. The only light source came from the small TV settled on a shabby cabinet that Jay always worried would break under the slightest pressure. The screen displayed a scene from Fight Club, Jay could never get into it, but Alex always seemed to love it. With every change in scene or camera angle, Jay knew to expect a long and passionate rant about every detail of it, even obscure things that most people wouldn't know to point out after several watches. But this time was different. It had been different for a while. Instead of proudly speaking over the whole film, he simply sat there and stared at the screen, occasionally coughing or shaking slightly. It seemed as though he was disconnected from reality or in a weird trance. This wasn't Alex, or at least the Alex that Jay knew.

It had been a couple of weeks since Jay finally realised that something was wrong with Alex. Perhaps it was his frequent coughing fits, or his unpredictable temper, or maybe his constantly growing collection of tapes. Jay attempted to speak to him about it, only to be consistently shut down or brushed off.

"I just have a sore throat."

"I'm exhausted."

"You're thinking into it too much."

"Nothing is wrong."

As time passed and it continued, Jay struggled to figure out who Alex was trying to lie to. He worried that every time Alex had assured Jay he was fine or made an excuse, he was trying so badly to convince himself of that, that everything was fine, that he was the same person he'd always been. The thought tore him up inside. Was Alex okay? Was something happening? What could Alex possibly be hiding? 

Jay's thoughts spiralled over the coming months, with Alex's worsening and concerning behaviour slowly consuming Jay's thoughts. Until it finally stopped, and Alex moved away, but not without leaving one last piece of himself. The tapes. The tapes he'd been so protective of. Jay struggled to cope with Alex moving away. It felt like he'd hit a dead end with someone he used to call his best friend. The thought of the tapes made his skin crawl, Alex's attitude towards them made him want to throw them out himself. What the fuck was on those tapes. Surely it was just Marble Hornets footage, right? Jay couldn't take it much longer and shoved the box in the depths of his wardrobe, hoping to forget about them.

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[xiaojaan]

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#louis tomlinson #dailytomlinson #tomlinsonedits #hlupdate #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghappily #faith in the future #typography #typoedit #musicedit #waoyf #fitf #written all over your face #lt #xx #jays bs #HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT FEELS SO GOOD TO MAKE SOMETHING AFTER SO LONG #this is giving me SO MUCH motivation imma go use that to study noW #pls dont let this flop #also zoom in for details tehe

[boyfridged]

this is perhaps completely obvious, but the comparison of pre-crisis vs post-crisis jason runs is such a poignant illustration of how the intentions of the writers make a world of difference.

pre-crisis jay was, ironically, at the beginning of his career much more of a thrill-seeker and much less serious about his motivations behind his desire to be a sidekick than post-crisis jay ever was. he was also much more reckless. he said, for instance, that studying crime was even worse than doing homework, and what interested him was going after "action." he didn't like the thought of not being credited for his actions. but he was still a character written with so much sympathy and enthusiasm – with so much open and continuous consideration for his youth, his past, his feelings. and the readers saw that! so many of them loved him! when you look at the back pages of these issues, issues in which jay often committed mistakes during patrols, in which he was at times petty and moody, you see with how much compassion they looked at him. there were letters that started with hate about the art or the storytelling, and ended with warm and attentive analyses of jay's character.

and the thing is, reactions to post-crisis might have been worse, but i don't think it was ever a matter of people disliking any iteration of jason todd from the start (even if some were certainly prejudiced as dick grayson fans. and as bigots); it's simply that post-crisis jay has never been written with a similar amount of care. o'neil saying that "people really hated jason" and that "he didn't know why" is absurd because (well, first of all, i don't think that he was ever that hated, and second of all) he was specifically written in a way that prevented a lot of casual readers to connect with him. pre-crisis, we see jay's perspective all the time, also beyond the patrols. he's much meaner than post-crisis jay a lot of times! for example, he tells julia (alfred's daughter), who is at the time staying at the manor, that he saw new flat listings, insinuating that she should move out because he is bothered by her presence. and that's rude. that's a reason why someone could think that he is a spoilt child (which imo pre-crisis jay actually very much is. i don't think it's a bad thing). but we also see him in his bed later, wondering "how could i have said something like that to her?" so naturally we see it from his side too.

on the contrary, when it comes to post-crisis jay, we have almost no insight into his head up until a death in the family. and of course, starlin admitted that he did want to make him unlikable; so suddenly everything jay does, including acting against orders, is written to make him seem like a difficult, unpleasant kid. but something you really have to understand is that the same attitude, when previously displayed by pre-crisis jay or even dick (!) was seen as endearing; a sign of bravery and an honest heart. in the first issues by collins, as well as barr's detective comics run, there's a semblance of recognition for that. beyond that, the whole narrative of his (very short) published history gets hostile. and starlin might not have written any of that outright, but you see that shift. all of a sudden a decision that would make you go "aww" if moench or barr wrote it, makes you displeased. i think one thing to take away from that is asking if it were depicted in the same tone if dick or tim did the same thing, for example. it's content that requires a much more critical attitude from the reader, that's for sure.

#i love saying things that are completely obvious for everyone. #pre-crisis #<- i have to start tagging. eh #i have not mentioned ntt because jay is written with much more love there which is quite obv because the titans office did care #about the mantle #and this was more about the batman office #also not mentioning the cult because frankly speaking while it has good plot #it doesn't really offer much in terms of jay's characterisation #anyway there's this one letter about pre-crisis jay that i adore #where the reader said that jay's “occasional brilliance” intertwined with horrible mistake can be explained by a sports analogy #where young talented players might have lower success rate than older mid players #bc they need to grow into their talent with experience #it was genuinely such a lovely comment. #and a piece of evidence showing that people were very much willing to sympathise with him #jay.zip #jay.txt #jason todd #core texts #robin days