C A P T A I N whittemore

Jackson Whittemore Werewolf 18 "You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." sc_online_t(1054423,"#ffffff"); Tumblr Users Online Counter tracking: nxrcism m!a: none

[coltonhaynesofficial]

So happy I finally got my @livelokai bracelets in! They symbolize the ups & downs we go through in our lives. Its a constant reminder for me to lead a balanced life. Join me yall! :) #LiveLokai

[screamsofbanshee]

Lydia groaned at his words, her legs parting wider for him giving him better access to her body as she bit down on her bottom lip. Desire stirred in her lower belly and she leaned into him. “You know I’m not very good at being quiet,” she breathed as she took her hand off of his, he didn’t need her help he was doing just fine on his own. Her eyes fluttered shut briefly and her hand curled around his bicep. “Mm it sounds like your definitely a partner I want to work with.” She replied her voice barely a whisper. She tilted her head up and nipped at his jaw, “Would you keep me on edge all period?” She asked softly against his skin, “Or would you make me come in the middle of class with students all around us.” Her breathing hitched as her other hand slid up his chest, “Do you thinking they’d known?”

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Jackson licked his lips as the scent of her pussy filled the room. Lydia was dripping for him and it was the hottest thing in the world to him right now. As she gave him back control of his hand, Jackson slid an extra finger slowly into her, working her carefully as he arched his jaw for her. “I could.... Keep you on edge, make sure you’re teetering just about to cum all over me and leave you completely soaked in your panties.” He breathed, curling his fingers in her as his thrusting picked up speed. “Then I’d take you into your favorite janitors closet and fuck you until you’re crying out my name.” He hissed, turning down to catch her lips in a searing kiss and then capture her bottom lip between his teeth. “By then they’d all know.” He growled.

[bitingthebat]

          “Getting the D doesn’t always have to be a bad thing.  Sometimes people need one up their ass, Whittmore.     You know, to help them focus.”

[nxrcism-blog]

          “Coming from you? That’s rich, butt boy. I’m much more                     intrigued by giving. Not receiving. Thanks for the offer though. Now do you need one up the ass to get something done?”            Jackson’r brow quirked as he turned the desk chair to the male.

[screamsofbanshee]

Lydia watched him turn around and her stomach fell. Guilt curled in her stomach, but she pushed it aside. This was not her fault and she refused to act like it was. Things weren’t supposed to go down this way. Things were supposed to be different with them this time. Her eyes burned with unshed tears and she shifted back and slowly reached for her purse. Lydia pulled it over her shoulder stiffly. “I’m going home,” she stated tiredly. “I can’t fight with you anymore tonight Jackson,” her voice was shaky and quiet. “I’m sorry your upset. And I’m sorry my friendship with certain people make you so angry. But those people were there for me when you left and broke my heart.” She paused briefly to take a breath before continuing, “And I’m not saying it didn’t hurt for you too or that it wasn’t just as hard and yeah you’re back now. But that doesn’t changed all the nights I cried myself to sleep or all the times I felt like I wasn’t enough to keep anyone happy…that it was me. That I was the reason people I loved kept leaving. You have no idea what it’s been like here without you, the things I’ve had to deal with, the people I’ve lost.” She told him quietly as she started to walk past him.

[nxrcism-blog]

Jackson had no words. After she finished he wanted to say something about her not knowing how it was for him. How it felt to be thousands of miles away from your other half. How it felt to be faced with the hell he went through on an entirely different continent from everyone you care about. It didn’t matter though. All that mattered was that he wasn’t there. It would be the one thing that he would never live down. Jackson wasn’t going to fight to be someone’s priority. He wouldn’t fight to mean more than a low life that takes his doucheness out on the rest of the world. No... He was defeated. He was angry and hurt and even as she walked past he tilted his head away from her to spare himself another glance. Instead , Jackson picked up his bag and began walking the opposite direction.

[stillwiththem-archive-blog]

Allison smiled at his words, gaze flickering down to their hands as she laced her fingers through his but, when Jackson spoke again, her eyes widened in faux shock and the brunette glanced back up at him. “Wow, King Whittemore is offering to cook for me? Willingly? Guess I’m a lucky girl.” She giggled softly, squeezing his hand gently and burying her face in his shoulder, nodding slowly. “I’d love that.”

[nxrcism-blog]

Squeezing her hand gently, Jackson smirked back at her and turned himself back to face her so he could quickly move to hold her jaw. “Every king needs his queen.” Jackson spoke in all seriousness, leaning into her to steal another kiss before leading her back into the kitchen. Letting her hand slip from his the wolf moved to the fridge, leaning over to look into it as he spoke over his shoulder. “What are you in the mood for?”

[thelionandthegazelle-blog]

[bitingthebat]

                               Thanks for that.                I was not planning on getting a D with this project, but            I think you’re attitude and lack of patience might affect that.”

[nxrcism-blog]

           “I have plenty of patience. Just not for stupidity.  With that in mind. Wanna try refocusing? Getting                          the D isn’t always a good thing, Stilinski.”

[screamsofbanshee]

Anger surged inside of Lydia, her body nearly shaking with it and before she could stop herself she was shifting towards Jackson, her hand coming up, the sound of her palm meeting the flesh of his cheek echoing in the room. “How dare you.” She whispered, fury hot in her veins, her eyes narrowed at Jackson. “How dare you throw sex in my face. If that’s what I wanted I could get that anywhere. And I have.” She snapped. “If you can’t see what you mean to me, what you’ve always meant to me by now then maybe it’s time we just make a clean break. Maybe the too of us together is just too volatile.” She stated not sure whether she wanted to cry or scream. Probably a little bit of both.

[nxrcism-blog]

The wolf felt his whole body vibrate as the hand connected with his face and his head shot to the side, heat spreading across his skin as he kept his face in the same position. Half of it was pure shock as he realized she had just slapped him and the other was him trying to control the anger that surged in him and threatened his wolf coming out. When she finally finished his hand that momentarily covered the searing heat from her slap dropped and he looked up at her. Jackson raised bis hands into the air and for a moment it looked like his rimmed eyes were about to overflow. He couldn’t handle this... any other time he might have let his wolf run free or even gotten into a screaming match but he was defeated. All he could to was turn around.

[ofcleavage-archive-deactivated2]

“Would you rather have me not talking to you?”

[nxrcism-blog]

“I’d rather have you telling me what I did to earn the cold shoulder.”

[mechxnicist-deactivated20160328]

        “             HELP? Please, if I  n e e d e d  help I’d ask for it else where.                                   Wait, do you think I’m sexually inactive?” 

[nxrcism-blog]

“If you had said help anywhere else you wouldn’t be here would you?                   -- I think you’re sexually deprived if we’re being technical here.”

[raekenism]

Everybody knows that                                   L O N E  W O L V E S —                they don’t make it                    on their  o w n

[nxrcism-blog]

Anyone know of any Tyler Lockwood blogs with the mun named Hanna?

[nxrcism-blog]

              ❝   —Oh I’m  J U S T                                             -    getting     -                                                                                                                           {  S T A R T E D  }  ❞

[nxrcism-blog]

{ bitingthebat liked for a starter }

                                     “I’ve been gone for a year not a century.  I know how to work a computer. Now are you             helping with this project or do you really want a D?”

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{ ofcleavage liked for a starter }

“You’re talking to me now?”

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{ wereyoulonely liked for a starter }

“Do I know you?”

[brxkenhart-blog]

“Wow.  Forty.  What an accomplishment,” she mocked, rolling her eyes.  She figured he had to be joking, but she was too annoyed to care at the moment.  “You’re three years older than me.  What’s three years in the grand scheme of things?” she mused, giving him a look.  “Scalier?  I’m kinda new to the supernatural, so I don’t know what’s scaly that would have you killing innocent people.  Feel like filling me in?”

[nxrcism-blog]

Jackson smirked proudly knowing he was fucking with her and she was simply doing the same. The girl wasn’t half bad. “Three long years of innocence.” He mused with complete intent to annoy her. It was funny actually despite his lack of caring about the subject. “I should clarify. The big bad alpha made me into the scaly beast but not intentionally. ... I was a kanima. A reptile-esk puppet for a killer. I did his bidding and killed whoever he wanted. It wasn’t until Derek and his uncle tried to kill me that I was.... well reborn I guess you could say? ”