#p:jackson

[miss-madeline-beiste]

Friendship Revival | 10/19/20

“Come on in, Jackson,” Madeline said, stepping back to give the Switch space to enter. “You can take your shoes off here, and you can put your overnight bag down in the guest bedroom down the hall. I’ve got an apron out in the kitchen for you, and if you need help finding anything you’d like to use, just let me know. Otherwise, I’ll just sit at the counter, stay out of your way, and let you work. Sound good?” @jacksonxschuester

[submissivelynick]

Catching Up | 6/25/19

Nick wasn’t sure what was going on with Jackson or why he and Steven were back in Lima, but he didn’t care about that; he was just happy to get to see his friend. He dropped onto his knees outside of the new room number and knocked, practically buzzing with excitement. @jacksonxschuester

[virgo-mark]

“You think you’re funny?” + Jackson, pls! Thank you~

“I’m sorry!” You giggled hysterically as Jackson chases you around your home. Using your dining table to block you from him, you watch as whip cream slowly slides off his nose. “You said you would stay up with me! You shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”

A smug grin is on Jackson’s face, teasing you by jerking forward causing you to flinch, ready to book it the opposite way.

“You think you’re funny?” He huffs before sliding over the dinner table and grabbing you by your waist. You squeal at his touch, surprised you were caught by him.

“No, no!” You playfully shout as Jackson rubs his nose against your cheek, rubbing the leftover whip cream against your skin. All you could do was laugh, feeling Jackson’s hand slowly grip your behind keeping you in place.

“Not much fun having whip cream on your face, huh?” Chuckling, Jackson places his hands on the sides of your face.

“No, but you make anything funny. And that’s what I love most about you.” You tell Jackson before placing a small kiss on his forehead.

[hereforthedudes]

Jackson was still trying to figure out the rules of this bracelet Tom had brought home from work. For some reason, whenever he wore it, Tom would do whatever he said without remembering their conversation. A better person may have let Tom know what was going on, but Jackson wasn't that guy.

It had been three weeks since Jackson suggested Tom commit to going to the gym daily, and his muscular frame was evidence. It had been two weeks since Tom stopped trying to fuck random guys; a habit that was not only annoying but kept Jackson up most nights. It had been one week since Tom developed a curiosity for what Jackson's dick would look like, taste like, feel like filling him up.

"Nah, I'm good. He's not really my type," Jackson smirked, tracing where Tom's eyes were locked. "Ah shit, thanks for letting me know. It's hard to keep this bad boy locked up all the time." He slipped a hand into his shorts, spreading his legs in the armchair he was seated in. "And it's been a minute since I've gotten any, so I'm getting hard with the drop of a pin lately".

@hereforthedudes​

“Nothing’s going on, Jackson. I mean, sure. The guy’s hot. But I’d rather pump iron at the gym than pump inside of him.” Tom’s words marked a stark contrast to just a few weeks ago. For reasons that he couldn’t place, his desire in topping hot guys had rapidly diminished in favor of working out or admiring his roommate from afar. “If you wanna tap him, go for it; I’ll even give you his number.” He reached for a book, his gaze dropping to rest on Jackson’s bulge for a moment too long. “You might want to change your shorts first though, bro; you’re showing!”

[isaac--lahey]

Fashionably Late .: Isaac&Jackson

It was unusual for Bonnie not to have least let him know if he had the place to himself for the night. But as the hours ticked by there was no note, no text, nothing to provide any sort of clue as to where his host had gone for the evening. And while it was nice to have a place to crash, Isaac was bored. It was too dark to continue his efforts of mapping out the Bayou and without any magic to practice with, he needed to find something to do before he went stir crazy. And while his magic seemed to be inaccessible, it wouldn’t hurt to have a look at one of Bonnie’s spell books while she was away…

Flipping through the pages, a piece of paper with some hastily scrawled writing fell to the floor and landed lightly at his feet. Isaac recognized witch’s handwriting - but it wasn’t a spell of any kind. It was a location, the Opera House, a time, and…..an all too familiar name: Davina Claire. Was this where Bonnie had gone for the night? Davina’s event at the Opera house?

While he knew he lacked an invitation himself, a walk into town couldn’t hurt. After all it was dark and he could easily blend in if needed. It would be worth the risk if he could manage to see Davina

For the most part, many of the streets were deserted as most of the residents were in for the night and the shops closed. A couple of shady figures here and there but nothing unusual until he drew closer to the Opera House. He heard the shots whistling through the air before the building came into sight. But that wasn’t anything compared to the voices, full of pain and suffering, that grew louder and louder the closer he got.

Ducking into a nearby alley that gave him a clear view of the scene unfolding, he watched a multitude of scenes unfold before him with an unreadable expression. People trying to escape but finding themselves stuck behind some sort of barrier. And not just people trying to leave, but those trying for the front door as well….He recognized powerful magic when he saw it. He pressed himself back into the shadows of the alley as a couple more shots rang out - peering up cautiously as he tried to locate the source of the gunfire. Maybe a boring night in would have been a better option…

But Bonnie was in there somewhere from what he could put together. And Davina. He needed to make sure the witches were okay in the midst of all this chaos. Taking a cautious step out onto the street, careful to stick to the shadows, he felt someone barrel into him in an attempt to get somewhere quickly. He quickly regained himself and watched as the figure ran off down the street, obviously scared of something.

When he turned back, the smell hit him almost has hard as the disappearing figure. Blood. A lot of it. The bitter and sharp smell made him want to run but he couldn’t. Not when there were people that could use his help and he could find his friends in the process. The smell grew stronger as he grew closer to the opera house, sticking to the shadows to remain undetected by the gunmen - until he found himself crouching down beside a parked car where the smell was originating from. And another scent, the same type that hit him whenever he talked with Derek…

Alpha.

The hairs on the back of his neck raised and he swallowed back the new sense of panic that ran over him as he questioned himself for the hundredth time why he didn’t stay in the Bayou tonight. Picking his gaze up slightly, he caught sight of the two bodies in the backseat and quickly assessed there wasn’t much he could do for them. But there was someone in the front seat - the one that exuded the powerful smell of an alpha and blood.

Moving silently, he brought himself up to the window and into eye line of the injured wolf - hopefully in a non-aggressive or threatening manner - and raised his hands in innocence. “I can help…” he murmured, his eyes unflinching but wary as he waited to see how his aid would be received.

@jacksonxkenner

[qyuties]

GOT7’s Jackson packs ;like if saved ;repost w/ credits ;twt @qyuties ;requested

[darkwinterwinds]

first meetings

Kate followed her older brother up the steps of the porch toward a nice white house. This was the third place they'd looked at since checking Craigslist, and Jackson hadn't been happy with any of them. Hell, they'd lived out of a van for over a decade, using magic to make the place beautiful and spacious. That was their lot in life, but at least they were resourceful. Now they had the chance to live in a house, in a place that was supposed to be living in. “What do you think, Big Brother? You like it, or should we just skip this and go get some tacos?”  Kate flicked her wrist as the door opened gently before her.

Jackson sniffed the air and looked around. It smelled like, others. Not people like them, but something that wasn't human. In an odd way, the scent was refreshing. Not to be surrounded by people they had to hide from. Perhaps they could be open and practice well. He extended his hand to the man at the door, as it swung open. "Hello, pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Jackson, and this is my sister, Kate. We're here about the ad we saw on Craigslist. You were looking for someone to rent a room?"

[submissivelynick]

Nick let himself be led over to the tub, and he was grateful for Mateo connecting their hands with Jack’s. His flare of jealousy almost immediately diminished, and he swallowed, looking around at his three guys. “It was a pretty song, Sir,” he said to Jamie. “Are you warming up any, Jack?” he asked hesitantly.

@jacksonxschuester

Storm-breaker || Jackson/Mateo

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Nick heard someone come up from behind him, so he wasn’t startled when his Dom’s arms wrapped around his body. He frowned at his words but nodded slowly. “Okay, Sir,” he said. “I just don’t wanna get in the way. It seems like you two have it all handled.” He bit his lip and turned around. He shifted his mug to one hand and reached down to take Mateo’s with his other. “Te quiero, Señor,” he said softly before bringing them both back to the bathroom. He stopped just inside the door and let go of Mateo’s hand to let him go over to the tub.

@jacksonxschuester

And now Mateo was leaving too? Jackson tensed, not wanting to be apart from any of them for any length of time. But then Jamie started to sing, and Jackson relaxed a little. The warm water over his skin was helping to raise his internal body temperature, just a little. But more than that, each stroke of the wash cloth felt like a stroke of love. Jackson was visibly relieved when Mateo and Nick both came back moments later.

@dommateolopez

“You’re not in the way. You’re necessary. He needs all of us,” Mateo murmured. He squeezed Nick’s hand, kissing his cheek. When he felt Nick hesitate, he tugged his hand, urging him to come kneel by the tub with him. “That was lovely, Jamie. What song was that?” he asked, his free hand going to Jackson’s neck. cupping the back protectively. He lifted the other, still wound with Nick’s, to find Jackson’s hand, connecting all of them.

@jamie-beiste​

Jamie chuckled lightly, his chest reverberating against Jackson’s back. “I don’t know Sir. Just a little thing my mom sang to us when we were little and scared.” It went back from before he really had memory. He felt the movement of the bodies near him knowing that even in all of the uncertainty of what they were facing, together they were mighty and would overcome. Jack was safe and they were all together. Let the storm rage around them. It would be alright.

@submissivelynick​

[molly-abrams]

Waxy Ace

Tagging: @molly-abrams & @jacksonxschuester Date: September 30, 2018 Location: Performing Arts Center Summary: Bondage and wax play in front of the heads

Molly gave Jackson a reassuring smile before striding purposefully into the room that was already set up for their presentation. When they got to the center, she turned to Jackson. “On your knees, please, and show me your safe gesture. Is there anything you’d like to talk about or ask about before we begin our scene?”

Jackson followed Molly into the room, kneeling the moment she asked. It felt amazing to be on this side of things again, and he was determined not to blow it. When requested to do so, Jackson repeated the safety gesture Molly and he had worked out beforehand. He shook his head, they’d discussed things at length beforehand and he was pretty clear on what was going to happen, even if he was slightly apprehensive about the wax, he trusted Molly to keep him safe. “No, Miss.” He said, making sure to look directly at her. “I’m ready when you are.” He signed as he spoke.

Molly watched Jackson carefully and nodded after he spoke. “Thank you,” she said, giving him another small smile rather than squeezing his shoulder like her instinct was to do. She turned to the heads and explained, “We’ve already discussed this scene, and I’m well aware of Jackson’s limits and comfort level with the scene. We’ve chosen wax play in order to push his boundaries some with an activity that I enjoy quite a bit.” She turned back to Jackson. “Please remove your shirt and place it neatly to the side, then get yourself comfortable on the table here.”

Jackson slipped his shirt off and folded it into a neat little square, then set it aside before moving to the table. He got himself situated on it, face down as they’d determined he’d be less likely to freak out about the wax if he couldn’t see it. Once he was comfortable, he held up his hand and signed “Okay.” to let her know he was ready to proceed.

Molly set to work lighting a few candles, keeping one eye on Jackson while he followed her orders. “Good boy,” she praised when she saw him sign okay. She grabbed the new package of rope and stepped in front of him so that he could see it. “Brand new,” she explained as she opened the package up. “I’m going to bind the lower half of your body to the table, but I will leave your arms free so that you can use your safe gesture if you need it. Any questions?”

Jackson lifted his head when he heard her step in front of him. He smiled when she showed him the rope was new, a step he appreciated more than she could know. He shook his head, “No questions, Miss.” He said, before settling back into position so she could get to work.

“Good boy,” Molly praised again. She glanced over at the candles to make sure wax was starting to gather and that they were set up safely before she moved down behind Jackson. She kept her knots fairly simple as she tied each of his legs to the nearest leg of the table, the purpose of the bondage more to ground the submissive than to restrict his movement. She finished with a bit of rope wound around the tops of his thighs and underneath the top of the table, behind both of its metal legs. She glanced again at the candles to make sure they were burning safely as she walked back in front of Jackson again. “How does it feel?” she asked, signing along with the question. “Too tight anywhere?”

Jackson stayed still while she tied, and carefully tested the tension by attempting to shift his legs. Finding the knots to be the exact right tension, he once again signed “Okay.” To Molly to let her know he was fine. He took in a deep breath and released, and repeated that a time or two as he waited for her to proceed. The ropes helped to keep him grounded, though with the main part of the presentation (the wax) so close he was starting to feel a bit apprehensive. He kept breathing, remembering what Steven said about showing the Heads he was the perfect submissive, and quietly breathed until his mind was calm. He knew he could do this. It was a big push for him to do something like wax play, but he trusted Molly.

Molly stood back while she watched Jackson test the ropes she’d tied onto him, and she was glad that she didn’t have to redo any of them. “Good boy,” she said once more. She stepped over to the table and grabbed the first candle, bringing it over so she was standing right next to Jackson. “I’m going to start dripping some of this onto you now, like we talked about before. Remember that you have your safe gesture if you need it, and with how you’re bound, I won’t be able to see your lips at all.” She waited for acknowledgment before continuing, and she started with a few drops along one of Jackson’s shoulder blades.

Jackson once again gave her a sign that he was okay to proceed, and settled himself in. The first couple of drops were the hardest. Each one leaving a localized burning against his skin followed by the weird sensation of the wax beginning to harden. Jackson was never a big fan of things (particularly messy things) against his skin, but despite that he did find himself enjoying the sensations the wax provided. It was a weirdly conflicting bundle of feelings. He had to keep pushing himself past the unpleasantness of the wax itself to enjoy the sensation it provided.

Molly knew that this was going to be a challenging scene for Jackson, but she was proud of him for being willing to try it--and touched that he was willing to try it with her. She methodically went about filling in the top of the design with the candle in her hand, a nice long arch from one side of his back to the other. Once she was done, she set it aside and moved in front of him so that she could see his face. “How are you doing, Jackson?” she asked. “We’re about a quarter of the way done, but we can modify that if you need it.”

After a few more drops, Jackson began to adjust to the sensation. He could feel the weight of the wax against his skin, but focused instead on the warmth of it. He also focused on keeping his breath steady, and when he saw Molly in front of him he released a breath. “I’m okay.” He assured her. Uncomfortable, yes, but his trust in his friend combined with the ropes anchoring him to the table were helping him to quell his anxiety. “Thank you for checking, Miss.” He added, appreciating her patience.

“Of course,” Molly said, a bit taken aback by the thanks. She liked it, though, and she rewarded him with a smile. With someone else, she might pet the submissive’s hair, but she knew that wouldn’t be much of a reward for Jackson. She turned back to the table with the candles and reached for the grey one this time, and she created another arc beneath the black one already on his back. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do. She moved slowly, watching him for any negative reaction. Once she was done with that, she moved onto the white candle, doing another arc, and then finally a purple one. The wax dried in a drippy rainbow of muted colors, and she smiled as she stepped back to view the final image. “How are you feeling now?” she asked, moving back in front of him once more.

Jackson held himself still as Molly continued to drip wax along his back. He chewed his lip and hissed a little bit at the slightly more sensitive parts, but overall, he was doing quite well with the whole situation. The time passed a lot quicker than he’d anticipated too, because suddenly Molly was back in front of him and he gave her an “Okay” sign without verbalizing it. His brain wasn’t quite ready for words right now. He could feel the extra weight of the wax on his back and the parts where it was starting to be hard enough to crack.

Molly did her best to hide her frown when she noticed that Jackson didn’t say anything and just signed to her. She didn’t know what that meant, but she trusted that he actually was okay. “Good boy,” she said, and she briefly turned to her heads. “That was the sign for okay,” she explained. Stepping back over to the table, she blew out all of the candles and grabbed her phone. “I’m going to take a few pictures, and we can look at them together later to decide which ones to keep,” she said before doing just that. Once she was done, she slid her phone into her back pocket and set to work untying the ropes securing him to the table. She let the ropes rest in a messy pile on the table and made her way back in front of Jackson. “You’re all free,” she said softly. “Are you feeling okay to get up?”

Jackson waited patiently while she grabbed her phone and snapped a few photos, and then again as she untied him. He shifted only when she asked if he was okay to get up, but the way the hardened wax felt against his skin as his muscles moved underneath caused him to stop, bite down on his lip and shake his head. “C-Can you pull the wax off first, please Miss?” He asked, his voice shaky.

Molly nodded immediately when she saw the question. “Of course, darling,” she said. “I’m proud of you for knowing your needs and speaking up. I’ll be right back.” She grabbed a brand new washcloth from a plastic bag she’d brought with her and took it to a sink along the far wall of the room. Once there, she washed her hands thoroughly and turned the water temperature up high before soaking the washcloth in it. She wrang it out and brought it back to Jackson. “I have a warm, wet washcloth here to help with the removal process. You saw that it was brand new, right? I’m going to press it against your skin now, and don’t forget that you have your safeword if you need it.” Cautiously, she laid the washcloth on his back, using it to warm the wax and start to rub it off his skin.

Jackson held still as she moved, and at this point he really didn’t care if the cloth was brand new because he knew he was going to spend the majority of the rest of his day in the shower anyway. He was patient with her while she began to remove the wax, knowing it probably wasn’t a very easy or quick process, but his mind was screaming for it to be over as soon as possible. He probably shouldn’t have tried moving, that’s what had triggered this. Determined to be good though, Jackson kept his eyes closed, counted quietly in his head, and let her do her job because he knew she’d do it as quickly as she could and she’d do a good job of it too.

Molly worked diligently to remove the max as quickly and painlessly as possible, though Jackson’s skin was still a bit red by the time she was finished. “All done,” she said eventually as she balled the cloth up and set it with the ropes. She shoved everything into a bag and turned back to Jackson. “Are you feeling okay to stand up now?” she asked, not wanting to push him too far, too fast.

Jackson let out a breath of relief when she announced she was done. He took another moment to just breathe, and then nodded as he sat up. He carefully got himself off the table and looked towards Molly again. “Thank you, Miss.” he said, not wanting to seem ungrateful.

Molly watched Jackson carefully as he got up, wanting to make sure he was okay. Satisfied with what she saw, she smiled at him. “You’re welcome, Jackson,” she said with a nod. “Please pick up your shirt--you may put it on or you may carry it back to my dorm. Then thank the heads for their time.” She turned toward them and gave her own thanks, then picked up the bag of materials leftover from the scene and waited for Jackson to join her to head back to her dorm for aftercare. “You were amazing in there,” she said once they were out of the room. “I’m so proud of you.”

[miss-madeline-beiste]

Making a Good Time | Prom

Madeline finished the rest of her water and set the glass down on a table before turning to her date. “How are you doing so far?” she asked, smiling over at him. “Oh, this is a fun song! We should go dance. What do you say, Jackson?” @jacksonxschuester​

[submissivelynick]

Lunch Talk | 3/20/18

Nick zipped up his jeans in the men’s bathroom after his third edge of the day. His cock was still hard and obvious through its denim cover, and he could feel his bladder getting close to a critical point. He needed to wait, though; being uncomfortable now was much better than being uncomfortable during rehearsal. 

It didn’t take him long to arrive at Jack’s room, and he slowly moved down onto his knees, careful not to shift too quickly. He knocked on the door, knowing his friend probably had already gotten back from class without the pit stop Nick had had to make. @jacksonxschuester

[submissivelynick]

Nick smiled and watched for a few seconds as Jackson took over. “I thought we could all do with a little bit of chocolate chip goodness to start our Fridays off right,” he said, and he went to the fridge, pulling out some bacon. “How did you sleep?”

Jackson/Nick | January 24th

[virgo-mark]

"Sorry. Were you sleeping?" with Jackson.

You feel your phone vibrate against your pillow, rudely waking you up from your sleep. Startled, you feel your heart racing only for it to calm down once you see who’s calling.

“Jackson? Is everything okay? It’s 2 in the morning.” Your voice was a bit raspy and you gently rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Sorry. Were you sleeping?” He asks.

“I was,” you laughed, turning to your side.

“Does that mean you wouldn’t want to go on a late night drive with me?” You could feel him smiling over the phone, knowing you couldn’t resist. “I missed you, so I thought it’d be fun.

Although a little sleepy, your lips form a smile. “I’d love to,” you reply.

“Great because I’m already outside.”

[aurora-prince]

@jacksonwhittey

Aurora never claimed to be graceful. She had taken dance for a few years when she was younger but being graceful at ballet did not transfer to every day life. This was the only explanation for the water that was now dripping down the boy’s body. “It was an accident,” the girl said, her words hurried. Rory was one hundred percent sure that this guy was a supernatural an the last thing she needed was for one of them to be angry at her. “I can help you clean tit up.” She knew she shouldn’t have stopped in the diner for dinner. it would’ve been easier to go to her house, heat something up, and spill water at her own place. “How can I make it up to you?” she asked, paper towels in hand as she blotted up the water on his chest.

[submissivelynick]

Nick tried not to let show just how surprised he was that Jack said he trusted him, especially with the task of washing up dishes. "Thank you," he said, hoping the other knew just how much he meant it. "Cooking is... one of the things that I feel the most comfortable doing. I love cooking for the people I care about. I love taking care of them like that. I wanna be able to do that for you, too."

Cooking Lesson | 2/27/18

submissivelynick:

Nick smiled, knowing that this was a big step for Jackson to take. “Thanks,” he said as he took the dish cloth. “I’ll be super thorough, I promise. And it’s totally cool if you wanna direct me through this, too. I’m here to learn how to cook for you, y'know? That includes cleaning up.” He peeled off his gloves and set to work.

Jackson smiled, “I trust you.” He said, though he kept a close eye on Nick anyway, trying not to be too obvious about it. He couldn’t help it. “Out of curiosity, why is it so important for you to cook for me?” He asked. 

[hereforthedudes]

Jackson was pissed off. Losing never sat right with him, but more often than not he could find something linking the loss back to someone who couldn’t help it- or worse yet, himself. But McCall had been off his game tonight, and for a dude who spent all night snarling at god knows what and running around on all fours, a lacrosse game seemed to pale in comparison. Nonetheless, Jackson was seething as McCall seemed to make every mistake he could out on the field, stomping off in anger once the final whistle blew, getting as far away from the other team’s whoops and hollers as he could.

He’d taken some time to calm down, but he was still agitated and full of restless energy, which is why he found himself outside of Scott’s house. The lights were on, but place looked abandoned as far as he could tell. Good, he thought. He didn’t really need an audience for what was about to happen. “Hey bozo,” he yelled out, surprised when the door opened before him without having to use any of his new tricks. “Where the hell are you?”