swallowed by a vicious vengeful sea, darker days are reigning over me in the deepest depths, i lost myself i see myself through someone else
ind. priv. jackson whittemore --- penned by kaleb.

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swallowed by a vicious vengeful sea, darker days are reigning over me in the deepest depths, i lost myself i see myself through someone else
ind. priv. jackson whittemore --- penned by kaleb.
sliding this boy back over to a multi. tba.
𝚈𝙴𝙰𝙷 , 𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 , the jumpiness , 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 that something terrible is about to happen. / 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭. / it’s not just a feeling though. it’s like a panic attack , you know. like 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎.
P A R E N T S
I have a few different variations on Jackson’s biology, dependent on interaction and such, but regardless of biology, his parents are still the Whittemores. His relationship with them has always been strange, even before he found out that he was adopted, but especially after. He struggles with identity because of the adoption — how does he relate to two people who aren’t really his parents? But he’s also struggled because he’s always been afraid to delve into finding out more about his “real” parents, the Millers. What if they were horrible people? Even worse — what if they were amazing people? What would they have wanted for their son, someone they’d never even met either? Would they be proud of him? The questions haunted most of his teenage years, his developmental years, and that’s what turned him into the asshole that he became in high school. His parents overall were kind people though. David and Lily Whittemore are hardly bad people. In fact, as far as parents go, they’re incredible compared to a lot of the others around town. They work a lot, true, but they couldn’t have had more love for their son and truly wanted to be parents. It’s only when Jackson starts to distance himself that they allow him that space. Another parent might get invasive, ask too many questions, or “require” love out of a son who had decided to detach himself from them as parents — but they stuck with him and gave him space to grow. Unfortunately, Jackson didn’t return the kindness, but they continued to be patient with them. They spoiled him, but I don’t think he was without reprimanding either. He was no stranger to getting into trouble — when they noticed him doing something wrong. Well-intentioned as they were, his parents were also rather oblivious, but not because of wanting to be. Most importantly, in canon, when Jackson was going through everything, they weren’t oblivious to that. David immediately goes to the Sheriff to report something wrong because Jackson’s text was unusual. He goes off of a simple text to know that something is wrong with his son. They still give their son space, they don’t pry when he breaks down in his room, and though they probably make recommendations, they don’t know how to really and truly help other than thinking he’ll come to them when he’s ready. Their fault is in being too generous in this respect. When all is said and done and Jackson begs them to let him leave, he comes clean about a lot — or at least what he can. He tells them he’s going through something and that he needs a break from the town. Going to London starts out as a temporary fix, a vacation. And when he requests to stay, they give in and allow it. He may not know how to love his parents in a traditional sense, but Jackson does love them — and I think he learns how to say it by the end of high school. To let them know that he does in fact appreciate what he’s been given his whole life: Freedom to choose.
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The sounds that he was already pulling from that other was pure music to the alpha’s ears. Bringing a hand from his hips, it pulled back from landing roughly against the other’s ass cheek. A sloppy lick was given, before the wolf finally pulled back. ❝ Someone is impatient tonight I see. ❞ Smirking, Derek climbed up on the bed. Kneeling onto his knees on the mattress, he boxed Jackson in from behind. Sitting back, just enough space was left between them for Derek to pop open the button of his jeans, and to tug down the zipper.
Freeing his dick, a few dry strokes were given. Crowding up behind the other, hands were on his hips again as he pulled Jackson down the mattress some and closer towards him. Spreading his cheeks some, hips swung back once before slamming his length into him. Derek didn’t stop until he reached the either. Growling under his breath, he leaned over Jackson’s back. Dropping a kiss against the back of his neck, hips were still. Not for Jackson’s sake, but his own. He didn’t want to topple over the edge already.
Once Derek was sure he wasn’t going to explode inside of him already, finally he leaned back up onto his knees. Gripping his hips tightly, hips were moving. Finding the rhythm that he wanted, his pace was set fast. He was surrounded by heat. Jackson felt glorious. Always so tight. He was snug tight around Derek’s dick, and the alpha loved the feeling of it. ❝ Fuck you feel so damn good. ❞ He rumbled, hues now fully shaded crimson. Claws grazed against the flesh on his hips, leaving behind small scratch marks that he knew would heal soon.
Derek is nothing short of an expert at this, and as his hand makes contact against Jackson’s skin, an honest yelp escapes him. The noises coming from him are reduced to a strangled series of whines, barely able to resist. “ That might be your fault. ” He chokes out, likely the only bit of berating he’ll get out the entire night. He normally leaves the sass outside the bedroom, but he slips up, already so weak for the other. It doesn’t diminish his ability to be obedient though, to let Derek move him as he needs to. It’s hardly the first time, but holy fuck — teeth grit together, but the growl still comes from his throat, claws out and gripping into the sheets. The initial shock of his alpha’s length inside of him has him put right back into place, whimpering softly until he’s reassured by the other’s kiss. “ Oh, fuck — God, your dick feels so good. ” The pause may not be for him, but it gives him enough time to breathe, reeling at just how full he feels already. Jackson’s lost for words, but he doesn’t need them — growls and whines are enough for now. Despite his impatience, he’s grateful for the preparation of Derek’s tongue now that his ass is being nothing short of ravaged in the best way possible. The praise sets him off though, hips shifting up to meet his alpha’s thrusts. The more he adjusts to the sensation, the more his mouth hangs open to let moans slip freely. “Fuck — ” Words get caught in his throat, but he doesn’t forget. “ I wanna touch myself — please can I touch myself? ”
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Derek was still fully clothed, and planned on staying that way for a bit. It was typical of him, simply because Derek liked to have Jackson in a withering mess before he finally fucked him. The alpha couldn’t help himself, Jackson was just so breathtaking like that.
Watching as the other’s hands sought purchase, lips curved upward when he noticed he was reaching anywhere but for Derek. So obedient. It was a huge turn on. They were just getting started, and Jackson was already a babbling. Lips curved more, leaning it as lips brushed in a teasing manner against his. Hand moved quicker, already knowing that he was fully erect now. ❝ Mm, please what? ❞ Keeping his gaze fixated on him, hand was pulled back. Loosening his grip on the belt, Derek released it letting it hang from the other’s neck. ❝ Don’t move, I’ll be right back. ❞
Walking to the closet, Derek got out a few items. It took him only a few moments, before he returned back to Jackson. ❝ Up on the bed. Lay down on your back. ❞ He had a few toys in his hands. Some that Jackson was already used to, and one new one. One that Derek was really excited to finally use. Coming up to the foot of the bed, the alpha laid them out. Gaze raked over the other’s body, tongue snaking out and wetting his lips. ❝ Are you ready to finally play, princess? ❞ He was ready, and Derek knew it. He just wanted to hear Jackson say it.
Begging and squirming is, of course, half the fun, even for Jackson. He wouldn’t give it up for a moment, despite how he pleads for more ; the teasing is his favorite part, the way he knows not to touch without asking first. The closest he gets is to lean into Derek’s touch, his lips just barely too far away to try and reach for another kiss. “ Please — please let me touch you, alpha. ” But he doesn’t dare assume permission and keeps his fingers back. Throat released from the minor tension, he exhales and swallows, but it’s the hand no longer on his erect cock that tempts him to disobey, itching for contact. He’s thankful Derek isn’t long. He barely nods before doing as he’s told, though he doesn’t fail to notice the toys that have been brought out before he turns away to climb on the bed and can’t help the soft noise that escapes him. It’s only amplified at the pet-name, hips arching eagerly against the panties still entrapping him — not that he’s complaining, he just wants to be touched. “ Yes — God yes. Please let me be good for you. ”
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Just a brief one really, but important nonetheless !! The car. The porsche. It’s gone. Jackson sells it (or rather, tells his parents to go ahead and sell it) when he moves to London. In London, he doesn’t drive, and when he goes back to the states for school (usually LA), buying a car isn’t the first priority. He borrows his dad’s truck for the initial move and to get everything situated. When he does make his next auto purchase, he gets something a little more realistic and reliable. Jackson buys (and is still driving) a dark grey Toyota 4Runner. Depending on when I’m writing he’ll drive a different year model — he really ends up loving it and ends up trading it for a newer model while he’s in grad school.
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The rest of the pack just left after their movie night. Jackson was pressed against Derek’s side, completely content. He hadn't moved since the movies had started. It was adorable, but Derek would never admit that out loud. Hand came over, cupping underneath the other’s chin. Lifting it slightly, lip pressed gently against his. ❝ Are you ready for bed? ❞
He hadn’t meant to fall asleep — truth be told, sleep was hard enough to come by for Jackson. The last couple of nights he’d been alone and barely managed six hours total ; something about being pressed against Derek, breathing him in, had been relaxing enough to put him to sleep even with the rest of the pack there and a movie playing in the background. It’s only when his alpha wakes him with a gentle kiss that he realizes he’s even fallen asleep. He slowly blinks, hand pressed into Derek’s chest, several seconds passing as he processes what the other’s even said. “ Huh — ? ” Lazily, he kisses him back before leaning his head down again, eyelids drooping with a small grin. “ I missed the good parts, ” he mumbles, though he hardly cares about the movie anymore. “ Hm—yeah. ”
SURVIVOR MEANS THAT YOU MADE IT OUT. AND I DON’T THINK ALL OF ME DID.
indie lydia martin, penned by jen,
psd: birthday cake by jaynedits
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Usually Derek would take his time. Tease Jackson until he was begging and in tears. Only then would he give him what he wanted. Tonight was different. As soon as Derek entered the room, it was like all of the thoughts that were in his mind just fled. It was an open invitation. How could Derek say no to that? He or his wolf didn't want to.
The whine, followed up with the words that tumbled from his mouth was like music to Derek’s ears. ❝ You’re so good for me, princess. ❞ He mumbled, nipping at the spot just below the other’s earlobe. Now his hues were fully shaded red, his wolf resting just at the surface. It was something that Jackson did to him. Proof of the hold that the other had over Derek. He was just so damn irresistible.
Sitting back on his knees, hands rubbed along the other’s back. Venturing downward, he massaged the other’s cheeks, taking in the feel of the new panties that he had gotten for him. Derek was right when he thought that they would look amazing on him. He was almost sad that they were about to be ripped to shreds.
Allowing claws to pop out, in one swift motion the pink fabric fell to shreds onto the bed. Scooting down, he positioned himself between the other’s thighs. Tongue flicked out, giving one teasing stroke, before his face buried between his cheeks. Fuck. Jackson always tasted amazing, but there was nothing like that first taste. Every single time.
A growl rumbled from the wolf, working him open with his mouth. He wasn’t planning on spending much time on prepping tonight. All he wanted was to be buried inside of him.
He’s prepared for the buildup, the anticipation, the teasing that Derek’s so good at. He’s gotten used to the way his alpha makes him writhe and beg for it until he’s completely undone, so much that as ready and willing as he is now, it’s almost unexpected how quick Derek is to destroy the panties that are barely keeping him in anyway. Just his smell is almost enough to drive Jackson over the edge, something so distinctive about his arousal that makes his head spin, eyes flashing his uniquely fluorescent yellow-green. His noises are reduced to mere whimpers as the panties are ripped away, craving the warmth and touch of his alpha all the more. But he doesn’t need to ask — semi-silent pleading ( in the form of a series of moans ) is answered by the other without hesitation. Fingers grip into the sheets of the bed, again almost surprised at the sudden sensation of Derek’s tongue. He exhales with a shudder, hips arching only enough to reposition himself better for his alpha. “ Fuck— ” The gasp comes out at only the first touch, burying his face into the sheets. The scruff of Derek’s face against his cheeks is a turn on in itself, but it’s the other’s tongue that has him doing his best to keep still. Claws threaten to poke out, hips twitching despite his best attempts. Behave — he reminds himself, breath hitching — behave for alpha. Because as incredible as Derek’s mouth feels, it’s just teasing compared his cock. Moans are stifled into the mattress, soft growls like a purr in his throat. He rolls his neck slightly, cheek turned to press into the sheets so that he can let his words slip freely, even if they are nothing more than a mumbled mess. “ Please, alpha — ”
BLOGROLL OF HYPOTHETICAL MUSES I’D EVENTUALLY LIKE TO WRITE.
rules: name 3 - 10 muses you’ve considered or would like to write in the future !
miles morales ( marvel )
spike ( buffy )
jaskier ( witcher )
finn ( sw )
your current muses ( optional )
jackson whiitemore ( here )
isaac lahey ( entraum / tw )
the weeping monk ( ashmonk / cursed )
roy harper ( astrepur / dc )
roman godfrey ( astrepur / hemlock grove )
past muses ( i just added this for funsies )
malia tate ( tw )
barry allen ( dc )
owen grady ( jw )
noh varr ( marvel )
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𝚈𝙴𝙰𝙷 , 𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 , the jumpiness , 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 that something terrible is about to happen. / 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭. / it’s not just a feeling though. it’s like a panic attack , you know. like 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎. [ mieczlw. ]
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“ wait -- what? ”
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Breakfast was long forgotten now that Jackson was standing in front of him. Despite the smell of coffee, Derek was consumed by the smell of him. His natural scent being masked with arousal and pure want and need. It was almost intoxicating. Rumbling out his approval, a single nod was given. ❝ I think that’s a good idea. I’ll be up in a minute to take care of you. ❞ He muttered out, leaning in to brush his lips against the other’s briefly.
Watching as Jackson no doubt went to follow through Derek’s commands, the alpha went back to attend to his coffee. Their relationship was far from traditional. It wasn’t all about dominance, but the majority of it stemmed from there. Derek couldn’t help himself, Jackson was just so good for him. It worked out well for the both of them.
It was about ten minutes before he finished off his cup of coffee and placed the mug into the sink. Making his ways towards the bedroom, the wolf stopped in the doorway. Emerald hues flashed crimson, when he spotted Jackson sprawled out on the bed. He was wearing nothing, but the panties that Derek had recently purchased for him. He was ready. Willing, and open. So fucking perfect. Tongue snaked out, wetting his lips as hues raked along the other’s frame greedily. Derek was going to take him apart, and put him back together. He could hardly hold himself back from doing just that.
A growl slipped out, predatory looking crossing features before the wolf practically prowled into the room. He was on the bed within seconds, covering the other with his weight. Hips ground down roughly, claws pricking the tip of his fingertips. ❝ You’re so fucking hot. ❞
It takes some astronomical pressure for Jackson to pry himself away from Derek, to loosen from his touch and keep from asking his alpha to simply fuck him right here and now. No, the thought of dressing up for him, of pleasing him, is enough to convince him to obey and tear himself away, able to retreat back to bed but hardly in defeat. He hadn’t even tried them on yet, not that he’s worried about how they’ll fit. He’s already halfway hard, and the front of the soft cotton bulges out in obvious reveal — but it’s the words printed on the back that are the real treat: ʏᴇꜱ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ printed across the cheeks, pressed even tighter against them because of his arousal. He takes his time to get adjusted, listening as he waits for his alpha to join him. Tempting as it may be, Jackson knows there’s no need to touch himself as he waits — the buildup from Derek will be all the more worthwhile if he doesn’t. That and even the mere thought Derek fucking him at this point has his dick twitching against the panties again. He settles for positioning himself on the bed on elbows and knees, ass facing the open doorway, quite literally an invitation for his alpha. Head turns over his shoulder as he hears the other, unable to keep his tongue from darting out across his lips, though the smirk is wiped instantly from his face. At the sudden weight of Derek against him, he lets out a soft moan, hips pressing back to meet his. His own attempted growl turns to a mere whine as his desire to please simply grows. “ I wanna be so good for you — please. ”
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They both had their kinks, and for some reason one of Jackson’s was panties. Not that Derek was complaining. He always looked stunning in them. Derek wondered if he knew how good he looked in pink? A mental note was made to ask him about that later. There were more pressing things to attend to now. Like being balls deep in that perfect ass.
Smirking at the word, Derek crouched down. ❝ It’s not a promise, it’s a guarantee. ❞ Wrapping the belt around the other’s neck, both ends were taken in one hand as Derek tightened it and applied pressure. It wasn’t enough to really choke him out, but enough to get his point across. Leaning in, lips claimed his harshly, stealing what little air was left in his lungs. A hand snaked between them, rubbed his hand against the fabric of the brightly colored panties. They were as soft as they looked. After a few teasing strokes, his hand inched up and slipped underneath them. Pushing the fabric down just enough to free his growing dick, Derek wrapped a fist around it tightly. A hint of fangs bit down into the other’s bottom lip as he pulled back. Keeping gaze fixated on his, he made rough steady strokes, coaxing the other to fully hard.
No amount of practice at this could revoke the shameless arousal Jackson feels from the simplest actions on Derek’s part. Learning to stifle that arousal seemed impossible, shaken each time his alpha so much as speaks — the leather of the belt on his throat, even before its tightened, is enough to cause a moan to slip from his lips. The noise is strangled even from the moderate pressure, unable to take his eyes away from his alpha. His mouth hangs open while muffled groans of pleasure escape while Derek pushes past the panties he’d been so proud to show off. He kisses him back eagerly, tongue greedy to explore the other’s mouth, so easily undone. It takes Jackson no time at all before his cock is hard in his alpha’s fist, unable to keep from gently pressing his hips forward against the touch. The pressure against his throat in combination with Derek’s hands, not to mention the smell radiating off of his alpha, is enough to turn the beta into a noisy mess already. Hands seek purchase on something, but unlike before, he manages a whimpered “ please? ” choked out from already cut off airways as his fingers graze at the other’s hips.