paint me as a villain

indie private and selective jackson whittemore rp blog. muse is 20+. mun is 25+. penned by: jace.

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lionheartedxvixen‌:

JACKSON.

”Good, because I wasn’t planning on screaming your name by the end of the night anyway.” Malia couldn’t help but comment in a teasing manner. She had to do that, it was in her nature to be brazen and playful in her own way, which most people knew about the brunette. Sipping from her drink, she watched as Jackson scanned the crowd before his eyes shifted back into her direction. “Is that a challenge?” she questioned, her head canting to the side as she studied the werewolf’s form. She’d been challenged before, but Malia was such a rebellious person that whenever someone challenged her or dared her to do something, she felt inclined to accept it. Mostly, it was show the other person that she wasn’t one to back down and that she was game for pretty much anything that was thrown at her. Tonight was no different because this might be uncharted territory for her, but that didn’t mean that Malia wouldn’t want the full blown experience when it came to clubbing. She wanted to feel what it’d be like to be a normal person for once and do things that she had to miss out on as a young teenager. She’d missed out on so many years that she felt like she wanted to get all of them back and rapidly so. Besides, whenever she looked around her inside the club, everyone appeared to be around her age and they were all having a good time, so why should she withhold herself from doing that too? No, she wasn’t about to curb the extreme appetite that had surfaced so quickly inside of her for this. “Because I can easily drink you under the table.” 

Jackson rolled his eyes, though in a more playful manner, a smirk etching onto his face as he leaned against the bar with his free elbow, sipping on his drink gently. The werewolf allowed his eyes to glance around the club before they spilled back onto his date. “Of course it is. You think I was kidding?” He got a kick out of the fact that the hybrid was all for the challenge. “I never joke about a drinking contest.” He added after a brief pause, then watching Malia carefully. In one swift motion, he was downing the gin and tonic he’d ordered, swallowing the substance hastily before setting the glass down atop the bar. “Prove it.” That smirk riding his lips never faltered, eyes glimmering under the bouncing colors of the lights in the club. Maybe the night wouldn’t be so bad, since he’d ditched his father’s dinner and had decided to take Malia clubbing, maybe it was looking up. “If I drink you under the table, then you owe me a lap dance.” Jackson bartered, a slight amused look glossing over his face. He moved his fingers towards the bartender, signaling for him to top off his drink once more. “And if you out drink me, you can choose your own prize.” Beryl orbs shifted over to the bartender and he retrieved his freshly filled glass. “What do you say, Malia?” There was a devious trickle to his tone of voice, because he just wanted to get plastered and enjoy his night, whether he won or lost the challenge, it didn’t matter to him. Bringing the rim of the glass to his lips, the male took another gradual sip, the alcoholic flavor dancing on his taste buds.

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S A V A G E

[scerek]

Colton Haynes as Jackson Whittemore TEEN WOLF (2011)

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silverxwarrior‌:

JACKSON.

”It was. It is.” she wasn’t even sure which tense to use anymore at this point. No one understood how she felt, how lonely it was to have this life that she didn’t remember - a life filled with people, things and experiences that Allison didn’t have access to within her own mind. It felt like they were all gone, but they were simply locked away somewhere and she didn’t know how to unlock any of it. That was the most frustrating thing to her, not knowing how to trigger any of her memories that she knew had to still be there. Why else had she come back to life, right? Just to live an entirely different life and leave her previous one behind completely? She couldn’t do that and she didn’t want to, so Allison would find a remedy for her amnesia, no matter what it would take. “No, it’s not weird. I need to hear things from other people too, not just from Lydia. I need to know what my life was like with the people who were in it before my death, so go for it.” the brunette promised with a nod of her head following. She wondered what Jackson’s experiences with her were like, what things they’d gone through together and how close they were as friends. Did she just know him because her best friend had dated the guy or did they also establish a friendship of their own? What things did Jackson know about her and her life? Allison couldn’t help but grow more curious with every passing moment.

Within his hard exterior, there was a very real part of Jackson that felt bad for Allison. He’d been lucky to escape Beacon Hills and live to tell that tale. However, she’d died, and in the cruelest of ways, or so, he’d heard. “Well, you were a pretty good swimmer. Not as good as me but, you held your own.” He let out a short lived chuckle, eyes catching the look on the huntress for a mere moment before they latched back onto the road. “You had this sense of humor and it just sort of clicked with mine. But, I can tell you haven’t lost that.” Fingers rapped against the wheel, thumb brushing the leather wheel cover. “And you definitely could’ve kicked my ass if you wanted to. Only, you didn’t.” Allison had always been closer to McCall and his pack in high school, but she’d never shut Jackson out entirely. Had she possibly seen something in him that he hadn’t? “Whenever we spoke, I felt like you just understood some part of me that other people didn’t. It was nice actually.” Pausing, his beryl eyes glanced at the woman. “Just don’t tell anyone I said that.” Allison had every reason to judge Jackson back in high school, especially with all the rumors and talk surrounding the guy. Yet, whenever they’d spoken, she had given Jackson equal opportunity to be a real person with her. And yeah, his initial intentions with Allison had been to stir up trouble for Scott, but the werewolf had enjoyed their connection, whatever it had been back then. “I think you were one of the only people who didn’t see me as just some lacrosse playing jackass.”

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lionheartedxvixen‌:

JACKSON.

Malia elevated an eyebrow at Jackson’s response. “Funny, because I don’t recall ever telling you I’m yours.” she commented, making her way over towards the bar when he asked her what they were drinking tonight and that it couldn’t be anything fruity. She rolled her hazel eyes at him because really, Malia would order whatever she wanted, whether Jackson agreed with it or not. Hopping onto a seat by the bar, she looked at the various bottles behind the bartender, trying to think of what she wanted to drink. “Strawberry margarita for me.” she knew that that was a fruity drink and well, the brunette would be lying if she said that she hadn’t just ordered that to spite the other werewolf. Looking over at him next, she let a devilish smirk dance across her lips since they both knew that she’d just gone against his wishes by ordering a fruity beverage. Whenever someone told her not to do something, Malia would deliberately do just that since she hated being bossed around and rules in general. “That’s what you get when you tell me not to do something.”

“Fair point.” He couldn’t argue with Malia there. They weren’t tied down, he didn’t care if she did get a lap dance from another man at the club. Did he want to have a good time with her? Yeah, the werewolf really did. But, he wasn’t going to cry if she left with another man instead of him at the end of the night. Rolling his eyes, it wasn’t in annoyance really, but just something he was used to doing when people refused to listen to whatever he wanted them to do. “Whatever. While you enjoy that, I’m going to get so shit faced, I won’t even remember my name by the end of the night.” The male breathed out, a small smile forming on his lips then as his eyes glimmered around the sea of dancing people and then back to the hybrid. “Think you can keep up?” He wanted to know what Malia’s tolerance was when it came to alcohol, curiosity getting the better of Jackson then. After the bartender handed him his drink, he took a sip, finding the drink satisfying to his craving. What he liked about Malia that he’d learned was that she wasn’t afraid to be challenged, she didn’t shy away from it like most people did. Plus, her blunt nature was an interesting change of pace for the male. The wolf got so sick of people walking on eggshells half the time, he wanted to knock some sense into some of them.

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seductivexkitten‌:

JACKSON.

As Jackson complied and started to push down the straps of her top, Katherine moaned gently. Head tilted over to the side to give the werewolf better access to her neck and she took that as her cue to return the favor. Even though he couldn’t see it, the brunette’s eyes flickered a bright maroon shade as she buried her own lips into the crook of his neck, licking a wet strip across his warm skin. Jackson had body heat, which she herself lacked and hadn’t found with another person in a long time. After all this time, it felt so inviting and intoxicating to experience that warmth once again and Katherine was basking in how it was surrounding her. Her hands remained underwater, fingers hooking around the edge of his boxers, dying to slide down to feel more of his body, but at the same time, the vampire wanted to tease him and not give in straight away. “You have no idea how demanding I can get.” Katherine mumbled suggestively, her voice sultry and filled with desire. She’d never been afraid to let people know what she was feeling and she really wasn’t scared to go for what she wanted. Right now, she wanted Jackson and she’d make sure that she’d get him - all of him. If he thought that she was anywhere close to being done with him, he was massively mistaken because this would take all night if she had anything to say about it.

Her tongue lingering on his skin, licking the crook of his neck until her lips were buried there, left him in a daze. Jackson tilted his head to the side, allowing Katherine better access to his neck. There was an obvious bulge in his shorts, hidden by the water and her body. Fingers continued to tangle in her curly tresses, tangling so tightly, in effort to relish in the silkiness of the texture of them. “Hmm, I’ve always liked a woman who goes after whatever she wants.” A low hum resonated within the walls of his throat, audible but so soft, it enveloped the pair. Azure orbs had snapped shut lightly, eyelashes fluttering in pleasure. His other hand roamed the vampire’s back, fingers hooking around one of the ties of her top, fingers claiming the fabric. In a teasing manner, he began to unravel the tied string, painfully slow, until it finally came undone. Snaking his free hand up her back, he worked at the tie around her neck then, again, making a conscious effort to move as slowly as possible. Jackson wanted to savor this moment because he loved foreplay and he sometimes found it better than the act of sex itself. Scooting his fingers to her shoulder, the top she wore drooped off her body, but he’d yet to remove the article yet. Most people in Mystic Falls would’ve considered him crazy for even attempting to bed the vampire, but he enjoyed something a little dangerous.

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[marik97]

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lionheartedxvixen‌:

JACKSON.

He had to have more emotions than that regarding the deaths of his biological parents. He was simply pretending that it didn’t get to him because she knew his type - showing emotions was a weakness to people like him. He didn’t want to be vulnerable to anyone because he had to keep up that facade for the entire world, just so no one thought that Jackson actually had a softer side too. “Well, I don’t know. Maybe you like an audience or you might wanna have a threesome. I know how your twisted mind works.” Malia wouldn’t put either of those things past him because Jackson wasn’t like other guys and she’d known him long enough to know that he was a promiscuous individual, though not a typical one. Exiting the Porsche when the other werewolf did, the brown haired girl looked the building over, the loud noises of music already reaching her ears and she could even hear people dancing, laughing and drinking inside. This wasn’t something she was too familiar with, but from what she saw and could hear, it had to be fun, right? He let her enter first, so she did, moving past the bouncer and right into the flashing lights in which people were bathing. It felt like a whole new world to her, so Malia stood there for a moment, taking it all in and watching as people moved by in crowds. They were all used to doing this, she was sure of that, which made her the odd one out, but she was planning on blending in. Turning her head to the side, her attention shifted back to her date. “So you gonna get me a drink then or do I have to give that guy over there a lap dance while you watch instead?

“I don’t particularly like sharing my women.” Jackson was proudly possessive. It was why he’d had so many problems with McCall when he wasn’t the alpha dog in the team any longer. Because Lydia had set her sights on Scott at some point, as if it hadn’t been bad enough that Stilinski had always been all over her. Brushing by the bouncer, he followed after the hybrid, his ears having heard the bass line of the rich music long before they’d entered the club. The sea of people dancing on the floor with the lights painting their silhouettes was enticing. Jackson’s beryl orbs skimmed the bodies of patrons, watching with excitement as he just allowed the music to wash over him like a tidal wave. “What are we drinking tonight? And please, not something fruity.” Of course he’d get her a drink. What kind of guy did she think he was? Motioning with his head towards the bartender, the wolf led the way over, maneuvering through crowds of dancers and drunk people. Some of them had obviously hit the bottle a little too hard already but it was the type of atmosphere the male enjoyed. And, it was far more alluring and entertaining than watching David fawn over younger women. “I’ll take a gin and tonic.” He ordered, elbow finding a vacant spot at the bar top, eyes flicking over to his date. Eyebrows elevated, as if silently asking her what she’d like to drink. Normally, Jackson would have ordered for the hybrid but since it was her first time at the location, he figured she should test the water herself and pick her poison.

[thejacksonwhittemore]

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[thejacksonwhittemore]

seductivexkitten‌:

JACKSON.

”You’ll get what you want. After I get what I want.” Katherine mumbled against the skin of his jaw, eyes flashing a bright red just then. Jackson couldn’t see that, but the brunette had a habit of showing her true eye color whenever she was filled with a certain emotion and right now, that was desire. Snapping her head back after a few moments, the vampire retracted it just enough so that their eyes could meet. Though her eyes had gone back to their original, brown color, they still displayed that same hunger that they did when she’d trailed kisses across Jackson’s jaw. His hands felt hot on her body, reminding her of how much she loved being touched like this by someone she felt attracted to. A soft hum left her lips as she leaned in to pull the werewolf’s into a searing kiss, lips pressing against Jackson’s hard. She knew that he wasn’t the gentle type, so she wouldn’t be gentle with him either. In fact, the brunette wanted to devour him entirely now that she had him right where she wanted him. At least he didn’t complain about what a bad person she was like Damon and Stefan tended to do and that automatically made her feel drawn to him. Whenever she tried to get close to the Salvatore brothers, they found some way to scold her for having tortured and killed so many people in her life. But Jackson was different and didn’t seem to care about any of it. “Shut up and kiss me.”

His short nails continued to rake at her skin, wishing to undo Katherine in every way he possibly could, hoping to provoke her more. It felt like his world was moving in slow motion, each press of her lips into his jawline spurring interest in the wolf. As their lips met, electricity shot through his veins, down his spine, awakening the hungry wolf within his bones. The male kissed her back feverishly, his lips closing around Katherine’s time and time again. Katherine didn’t need to be gentle with him and no way in hell was he about to be gentle with her. There was something so divine in being with a woman of her nature, something he’d never felt before in his life. “So demanding.” Jackson responded, eyes flashing a vivid sapphire color at the vampire, showcasing just how aroused he was becoming. Tugging at the brunette, he pulled the doppelganger into his form as tightly as he could, muscles flexing around her body in efforts to lock her into place. Hands began to then roam down her back, digits slipping under the small straps of her bikini. He pushed the straps away from her shoulders, then unlatching his lips from Katherine’s, allowing them to find her olive skin. Normally, he liked to play games with the women he was intimate with. However, the desire to give Katherine whatever she craved far outweighed his mischievous nature. Teeth slid over her skin, nipping at her shoulder playfully before his lips climbed up the crook of her neck, hands running up and down the lengths of her arms while he pressed scorching kisses along the vampire.

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lionheartedxvixen‌:

JACKSON.

Now that was new. Jackson was adopted? He’d never told her about that, but it made sense since Jackson wasn’t one to open up and have serious and emotion filled conversations with people. “You’re adopted? What happened to your biological parents?” she couldn’t help but questions, eyes flickering over the young man’s face in a curious fashion. It was safe to say that no, Malia hadn’t expected to learn anything about Jackson tonight, but this was helping her understand him a bit better. She figured she’d feel weird if she knew that she was adopted too, that she’d feel like her parents weren’t her actual parents. They might feel like that, but they hadn’t conceived and given birth to her and that was what made it different. Once situated in the car, Malia already reached for the radio before Jackson mentioned it - it was the first thing the brown haired girl did to avoid potential, awkward silences since she hated those. Having something to listen to was better, it made the ride more bearable, even though it wouldn’t take long for them to get to the club. Eyebrows came together and lifted as she turned her head to look over at Jackson though, a curious stare crossing her features. “What, is this you saying you can’t keep me entertained on your own? You need music to keep me from getting bored? If I have to watch some random girl giving you a lap dance at the club though, then I’m just gonna get drunk and enjoy my night without you.” And punch people in the face.

“It’s tragic, isn’t it? A pretty face like this not knowing where his real family comes from?” Of course, Jackson tried to conceal some of the pain he felt when mentioning being adopted by masking it with a snarky comment. As the hybrid fiddled with the radio, he let out a large breath, chest deflating. Using a free hand, he tugged at the red tie around his neck, loosening it in the process. Glancing at his appearance in the rear view mirror, he then lifted the tie over his head in one swift motion, tossing it into the backseat. “Car accident. Nothing to write home about. Not that I really know where home is.” It did leave him feeling empty at times, how he’d never know where his true roots came from. The werewolf had learned to live with the fact that he’d never had answers, that he’d always grasp at straws when it came to wondering what his biological parents were like. A solitary brow kinked on his face, and he gave Malia a pointed look then. “If I was going to get myself a lap dance, do you really think I’d ask you to tag along? I mean, that defeats the purpose of even asking you out to the club in the first place.” Navigating the streets, he finally rolled up to the lively venue, a small line had already formed at the entrance. “Looks like we’re arriving just in time.” Shutting off the vehicle, he stuffed his keys into his pocket, shrugging off his thick jacket and folding it over the headrest on his seat. Climbing out of the Porsche, Jackson’s face met the frosty night air, his eyes giving Malia a one over while he shut the door. “Ladies first,” He insisted, undoing a few of the top buttons on his white, long sleeved shirt. If Jackson knew the end of the night would have involved some clubbing, he would have packed an extra shirt. 

[marik97]

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silverxwarrior‌:

JACKSON.

So she wasn’t really a party type of girl, that was okay. In fact, Allison had felt kind of out of place back at the party they’d both attended, but she’d mainly gone because Lydia had dragged her to it. The brunette nodded her head in understanding as Jackson started to explain things to her, about what she was like prior to her demise. It was good that someone besides Lydia was telling her things and talking to her about it because the more people who did that, the more information and insight she’d get when it came to her life - or what used to be her life. “I don’t really remember anything. I just know the stuff that people have told me, like Lydia. One moment I was gone and absorbed into total darkness, the next I was standing at my own grave and seeing my name on the headstone didn’t make me feel anything and it didn’t look familiar at all to me.” Allison hadn’t even remembered climbing her way out of her own grave since that was where she’d been left after all. Though she had no memories of that event, it was as if the moment she’d been restarted, where she began again had been right at her own grave when she’d been staring at it like she was at some stranger’s grave instead. The huntress tried to relax as she shifted slightly in her seat, making an attempt to get more comfortable and not wanting to feel this uneasy. Everything that had happened before her death had been erased - she had no knowledge of the oni or the nogitsune at all, they were all gone. Her friends, family and everything she’d ever experienced and been through? All gone.

“That sounds.. terrifying.” Jackson commented, his hands gripping the wheel of the Porsche firmly as he rounded a corner. They still had quite a few miles to the rest stop, giving them both plenty of time to just chat. His werewolf senses picked up on the shift of the brunette in her seat, perhaps his question had caused some discomfort? The male allowed the radio sounds to wash over them for a good few moments, contemplating what to say next. “You know, I could tell you a few things I remember about you too. What you were like before...” Trailing off, his beryl orbs glanced over, catching her eyes with his for a brief moment. The fact that Jackson wanted to do something nice for another person was unheard of. Unless it benefited his own agenda, Jackson tended to keep to himself. “Unless that’s weird?” The werewolf suddenly added after a short pause fell between them. Sure, Jackson and Allison had shared a few moments together before he’d left for London, but they weren’t always in contact with each other. They weren’t close friends, but he’d liked their connection and he had genuinely cared about the huntress back then. Curious eyes cascaded over her form, trying to determine if he was making matters worse or making them better. If Allison didn’t want to talk about her life before her death, that was fine too. The werewolf was fine with the thought of creating a new relationship with the woman, a clean slate of sorts. He hadn’t exactly been a great guy in high school, mostly intimidating McCall and Stilinski and shaming them whenever he’d had the opportunity to outshine the pair. And after that? He’d become a homicidal lizard, killing innocent people, despite the fact that the kanima had a master. Maybe it was better Allison hadn’t remembered that it was her grandfather who’d done that.

[thejacksonwhittemore]

[thejacksonwhittemore]

silverxwarrior‌:

JACKSON.

”I didn’t peg you as the crying type. Lydia said you don’t really do emotions much.” Allison admitted and maybe she shouldn’t have said that as she did want to form her own opinion of Jackson rather than going by what others said about him. Once he started up the car, the brunette reached for the radio and switched the station, trying to look for one that she enjoyed more. “Yeah, she told me we go to them all the time, so I figured I’d go and see if I’d like it. I thought that since I used to do it all the time, maybe it’d help me spark some sort of memory? I don’t know, that’s probably stupid.” she felt her voice growing more quiet, unsure if she should have shared this with him, but now that they were here in the car together anyway, Allison didn’t want to bottle her feelings and emotions. She wanted to be honest and it could be possible that Jackson was able to offer some insight, right? Surely, he knew what she was like before her death? No one had really told her much about that so far aside from Lydia who had helped the huntress out with certain things. Everything else still felt like scattered puzzle pieces really. 

“Lydia’s not always right about a lot of things. But, she’s right about that.” Jackson didn’t share his feelings or emotions with anyone. Rather, he was always illusive about how he really felt, putting on a tough front so as not to showcase any sign of weakness. It didn’t mean he didn’t feel things, he did. Anger, sadness, hell, even fear. Cerulean orbs flung over to Allison briefly as the car shifted into a higher gear, the werewolf nodding his head as he listened. “It’s not stupid.” Jackson deflected her statement, pressing his shoulders into the cushioning of the driver’s seat, leather interior relaxing his muscles. “Not that I really care what you two do to try and jog your memory, but as far as I remember it, you weren’t really a fan of parties much.” He recalled the times he’d see Allison with the redhead and she sort of just stuck to the few people who’s company she enjoyed; McCall and his circle. “At least, you sort of just stuck with those who mattered to you. A small circle of friends. But, what do I know, right? I’m just the guy who tried to stay at the top of the food chain.” With Allison, he didn’t feel entirely like he had to keep up his facade of strength. It was kind of... nice? In all honesty, he felt a bad for the huntress because he couldn’t imagine what dying and losing his memories would have felt like. “What do you remember, exactly?” Curiosity got the better of him then, eyes flicking back to the brunette, hazy with interest.