#c: jackson

[lucie-newman]

Who: @jcksonfields Where: Snowflake Gala

"Is it just me," Lou asked, bumping her shoulder against JD's as they stood in front of a painting, "or is this owl giving bedroom eyes? Like Lion King, Can you feel the Love Tonight, come hither look?" She squinted, turning her head to the side to see if it was just the angle and then shook her head. "I'd never call an owl sexy, but damn."

[vicedmuses]

@nghtdsires asked: m/m 11 tobias or uriel with jackson (athlete coach connection?)

it was customary for some of the best or most stressed athletes to get a massage after a game or practice. as the assistant coach, that tradition normally fell onto him. he didn't remember when he asked jackson to basically strip down, but he wasn't complaining about the view that he was currently getting. "how does this feel?" with an oiled up hand, he massaged up the man's torso and then over to his chest. uriel made sure to spend his time on each pec, slowly squeezing them before he went down the man's abs again. "you seem to be enjoying yourself. do you think they're really all gone?"

[noa-markam]

Where: Football Field Who: @jcksonfields

Noa picked her way down to the field while the players were lining up. She enjoyed sports. Enjoyed the energy of the crowd and the pride the players had in their team. When she reached JD she knocked her arm against him to get his attention. "You watched the Olympics right? And the men's gymnastics team? Your kicker," she nodded toward the kid currently resting easy on the benches, "is giving real pommel horse guy energy right now."

[devirtute]

@demonsofsin asked: 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 24m/f (one of my muses with a p*ssy and one of yours?)

MEME: 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 STATUS: accepting

the mechanic had frequented the gas station quite a lot because of his line of business. this time though, he looted around even after the tank was fully loaded up. he rubbed jackson's perky ass over their skirt before he lifted his hand up. "you want that fat tip, don't you?" he snickered to himself, knowing that the statement could have been two folded. he brought the hand down on a harsh spank, running his hand over jackson's rimmed hole and cunt. "didn't know that gas attendants dressed so slutty nowadays."

[ingridhagen]

Admittedly she had gone on a bit of a rant, but she had gotten caught up in talking about a specific breed of dragon that she'd been working with recently. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion," Ingrid shot him a look after the teasing comment. "At least I haven't started forcing you to look at the seventy thousand pictures of him that I've got on my phone currently like some sort of obsessive mother."

@mcsterjackscndaltcn

[emersonxcassidy]

closed - @jacksonxellis

where - literally anywhere outside. choose ur own adventure

Emerson was admittedly still a bit out of sorts since the fire. She'd never experienced anything like it before, and she'd certainly never been displaced like this before, having to end up staying with her aunt while the apartment building is repaired. What she was familiar with though, sadly, was her brother again being suspected for something he didn't do. The thought of Jameson getting in trouble again, of potentially going to jail again... it was enough to make her want to breakdown and cry.

Which was why, instead, Emerson was pulling extra long shifts at work, spending her days with busywork so she didn't have to think about how much everything was right now.

It was nighttime by the time she'd locked up the bookstore, but she didn't mind, because of all the things to be fearful of, walking alone at night wasn't ever really one of them. And as she walked, she had her arms full of books, one an older one, heavy--and in French-- and it was balanced so precariously on top of two others that as she turned a corner and slammed right into someone, she stumbled and the movement made the book went topple out of her hold and end up dropping right on the poor man's foot, making Emerson's eyes widen and she gasped. "O-Oh gosh. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry..."

[thelizaxlevin]

closed - @jacksonxellis

where - his house

The news of Jackson being back in town coinciding with the news that his father, the mayor, had been murdered was...quite a lot for Liza to digest in a short period of time. Especially with the rumors that were following the death of Raymond Ellis. He'd always been a decent enough man to her, was close with her grandfather, cordial to her father.... from the outside, he seemed picture-perfect (even though she knew his relationship with Jackson wasn't quite as perfect) so..all in all, it was a bit of a shock.

The last time she'd seen Jackson had been the night of the Valentine's ball, where he'd upset her and also seemed to be goading Wes. And the last time she'd been to his house had been years ago, when they'd still been a couple and she thought he was the one. Fast-forward to two years later, and everything was different. She still hadn't forgiven him for what he'd done to her, and Liza would probably never actually trust him again. She was happy now too, happier than ever, and it had nothing to do with him. She was with Wes now, she was pregnant now, and honestly a big part of her wondered why she was even here, having even made a cake no less, but...as much as she still didn't really like Jackson, she knew the distinct pain of losing a parent, and with the rumors floating that people even thought Jackson was the culprit, well...she kind of wanted to check on him.

Because he broke her heart sure. He was unfaithful and immature and a downright asshole at times, but he certainly wasn't a murderer. And as strained as the relationship had been, he'd still lost his father. So here Liza was, cakebox in hand, and she let out a breath before she knocked on the door, biting her lip as he appeared moments later. "Hi Jack."

[chels-king]

“It’s been a month since I closed the store down and you should see my garden. It’s insane. I built a greenhouse.” Chelsea paused, tilting her head a bit. “Okay, I paid someone to build the greenhouse. I couldn’t even begin to know where to start building one. But my point is, you were wrong, and I’m doing amazing.”

@j-krvm