FIC: Invincible (Jackson/himself) NC-17
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tourdefierce's birthday and I figured I'd pop my Teen Wolf fandom cherry for the occasion with this tiny little fic.
Title: Invincible
Author:marguerite_26
Rating: NC-17
Fandom, Pairings: Teen Wolf, Jackson/himself
Word Count: 430 exactly (according to Word)
Content Notes/kinks: pre-S1, wanking
Author's Notes: Fortourdefierce. Happy Birthday. The prompts I picked: Jackson/himself, home, 430 word. Thank you to faithwood for the beta read.
It felt different walking into his bedroom that night, like he’d morphed from that morning, transformed from a kid into something new. He tossed his lacrosse bag to the floor and stretched; his muscles ached nicely from the strain of the first game of the year.
He turned and locked his door.
Stripping off, he stood before the full-length mirror by his closet. His eyes traced the sculpted muscles he’d worked hours every day that summer to achieve. His body was a masterpiece. There was a bruise on his shoulder from the foul the burly defensemen had given him and a scratch across his side from a tackle that had ended with a stick catching him across the middle. The marks only made him look stronger, like he was invincible. He felt every inch of it right now.
He smirked.
His eyes traveled down to his thick cock. It swung heavily between his legs as he stepped closer to the mirror. A hard fought game always did this to him, a win even more so. But tonight was special. He’d been pumped up on adrenaline since the first whistle, half-hard since his first goal.
He’d ignored it and left himself untouched in the post-game shower. When Danny had teased him about the tent in his towel, Jackson had just shrugged like it wasn’t important. He’d rather wait.
He pulled his crumpled, still sweat-damp jersey from his bag and slipped it over his head. It smelled of the thrill of the win, of being the best. His nostrils flared and his cock bobbed against his thigh. He wrapped his fingers around it, knowing this would be quick. Already he was shaking. His free hand rose up to his jersey and his fingers curled around the white letter C, newly added to the shoulder.
“You’re captain now, Whittemore,” Coach had said before the game, “don’t let us down.”
Jackson pumped his cock, letting the words swirl in his head. Finally, fuck. His forearm burned, the exhausted muscles protesting the abuse as he sped up. He twisted his fist roughly around the head, thumbing the slit as remembered the feel of his team hoisting him in the air after he’d scored the winning goal in the last seconds of the game. Finally, he’d done it.
He came, spattering the mirror in creamy white strips. He laughed as he caught his breath. “Invincible,” he whispered and smeared the come over the mirror, blurring his reflection.
This was his year. It would be the best year of his life, nothing was going to stop that.
tourdefierce's birthday and I figured I'd pop my Teen Wolf fandom cherry for the occasion with this tiny little fic.Title: Invincible
Author:
marguerite_26Rating: NC-17
Fandom, Pairings: Teen Wolf, Jackson/himself
Word Count: 430 exactly (according to Word)
Content Notes/kinks: pre-S1, wanking
Author's Notes: For
tourdefierce. Happy Birthday. The prompts I picked: Jackson/himself, home, 430 word. Thank you to faithwood for the beta read.It felt different walking into his bedroom that night, like he’d morphed from that morning, transformed from a kid into something new. He tossed his lacrosse bag to the floor and stretched; his muscles ached nicely from the strain of the first game of the year.
He turned and locked his door.
Stripping off, he stood before the full-length mirror by his closet. His eyes traced the sculpted muscles he’d worked hours every day that summer to achieve. His body was a masterpiece. There was a bruise on his shoulder from the foul the burly defensemen had given him and a scratch across his side from a tackle that had ended with a stick catching him across the middle. The marks only made him look stronger, like he was invincible. He felt every inch of it right now.
He smirked.
His eyes traveled down to his thick cock. It swung heavily between his legs as he stepped closer to the mirror. A hard fought game always did this to him, a win even more so. But tonight was special. He’d been pumped up on adrenaline since the first whistle, half-hard since his first goal.
He’d ignored it and left himself untouched in the post-game shower. When Danny had teased him about the tent in his towel, Jackson had just shrugged like it wasn’t important. He’d rather wait.
He pulled his crumpled, still sweat-damp jersey from his bag and slipped it over his head. It smelled of the thrill of the win, of being the best. His nostrils flared and his cock bobbed against his thigh. He wrapped his fingers around it, knowing this would be quick. Already he was shaking. His free hand rose up to his jersey and his fingers curled around the white letter C, newly added to the shoulder.
“You’re captain now, Whittemore,” Coach had said before the game, “don’t let us down.”
Jackson pumped his cock, letting the words swirl in his head. Finally, fuck. His forearm burned, the exhausted muscles protesting the abuse as he sped up. He twisted his fist roughly around the head, thumbing the slit as remembered the feel of his team hoisting him in the air after he’d scored the winning goal in the last seconds of the game. Finally, he’d done it.
He came, spattering the mirror in creamy white strips. He laughed as he caught his breath. “Invincible,” he whispered and smeared the come over the mirror, blurring his reflection.
This was his year. It would be the best year of his life, nothing was going to stop that.
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Date: 2012-08-10 02:30 pm (UTC)Awww, Jackson, darling! This is exactly what he was thinking.
So perfectly IC! ♥
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Date: 2012-08-10 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-10 03:38 pm (UTC)FIrst of all, your Teen Wolf virginity has been an absolute pleasure. MUHAHHAA. I hope all the words come at me like the fist of a thousand suns. Did you sign up for the ReverseBang? Because ART. And UNDERAGE SEX. Please? You can write all the rarepairs and bring fandom to its knees. ♥
MOVING ON FROM MANIPULATION.
It's my motherfucking birthday and hell yeah! THIS IS AMAZING. You've nailed Jackson here. He's absolute full of himself, like a prince seizing the crown and he's READY. I love him here. I love how unashamed he is in the locker-room that he's hard and the thrill of the win and fuck this: His free hand rose up to his jersey and his fingers curled around the white letter C, newly added to the shoulder.
YESSS. Because I think this is approval too. He longs for approval, just aches for it. And this is like a physical manifestation that he's done something all by himself, without help from money or his dead parents or WHATEVER, just him and the world aproves. I love how he longs for that and how when he gets it, HE GETS SOME.
You've managed to capture how he's such a fucking boy with this: “Invincible,” he whispered and smeared the come over the mirror, blurring his reflection.
AND THEN BROKE MY HEART WITH THAT LAST SENTENCE.
You win. Your characterization is spot on and Colton is such a fine specimen of the male form that the image that this makes for us is too yummy.
THANK YOU, BB. You're perfect to me.
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Date: 2012-08-10 04:03 pm (UTC)♥♥♥♥♥♥
I love entering a new fandom and trying to really get into a characters head. This was pretty short but it felt great to think how to write in this fandom. Oh, yes. I'm a bit in love with Jackson's POV. :D I'm a bit in love with all the possibilities in this fandom, tbh.
And this is like a physical manifestation that he's done something all by himself, without help from money or his dead parents or WHATEVER, just him and the world aproves.
GOD YES. EXACTLY.
THIS SHOW. FUCK. It kills me.
I'm so happy to write this little thing for you. *tacklehug*
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Date: 2012-08-10 08:37 pm (UTC)Awesome Teen Wolf first time :)
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Date: 2012-08-10 11:37 pm (UTC)And thank you! It's nice to get my feet wet with something small before attempting plot. ;)
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Date: 2012-08-10 10:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-10 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-10 11:55 pm (UTC)I really should watch S02 before I get all caught up in fic. Shiney new fandoms are awesome!
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Date: 2012-08-11 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-10 11:40 pm (UTC)Oh my god, he just breaks my heart even here and I can't even articulate why. I just want him to like himself for who he is and not for what he looks like or what his position is on the team is or who he's dating or what anyone thinks of him.
♥
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Date: 2012-08-11 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-11 12:10 am (UTC)... I have a lot of Jackson feelings. I'm gonna go cry now. (just kidding. but actually not really.)
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Date: 2012-08-11 12:14 am (UTC)But I do get what you mean. A lot of us are like that. We can have incredible success in one area but it's meaningless because our way of measure our worth is in the wrong spot... or really we are just completely blind to our own self worth so it's never attainable.
/too deep for friday night
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Date: 2012-08-11 12:18 am (UTC)(I have massive PMS moodiness, crying is inevitable at this point, may as well be about Jackson Whittemore. XD)
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Date: 2012-08-11 02:29 am (UTC)Yay for TW fic!
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Date: 2012-08-11 09:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-11 11:05 am (UTC)It smelled of the thrill of the win, of being the best. His nostrils flared and his cock bobbed against his thigh.
aglkajlksjdf
weak
twitching
and dat last line :'(
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Date: 2012-08-11 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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