FYeah Scott x Jackson

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by kestra_troi

Jackson struggles with his kanima nature. Scott, the everloving boyfriend, helps him out. With sex of course.

SMUT.

Scackson Week DAY 3 [Alternate Universe] & DAY 7 [Free Space]

I have never written anything quite like this and honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure how to tag it, but if you don’t like Scackson or Kanima-sex then you should definitely not read this.

Words: 3340, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Jackson Whittemore

Relationships: Scott McCall/Jackson Whittemore

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Kanima Jackson Whittemore, Kanima-Werewolf Jackson Whittemore, Tail Sex, Choking, Asphyxiation, erotic asphyxiation, Rare Pairings, Xenophilia, Body Dysphoria, Scackson Week, Scackson Week 2018, Deepthroating, Self-Esteem Issues, Frottage, Clothed Sex, Gratuitous Smut

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by LycanTears

For Scackson Week 2018; Beginnings. AU where Scott lives with his dad.

Words: 1124, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore

Relationships: Scott McCall/Jackson Whittemore

Additional Tags: Minor Allison Argent/Lydia Martin, Minor Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore

“I know you said you would Skype every day,” Scott took a deep breath. “And I said I would be waiting. I just wanna apologize. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to answer you every day. 

Jackson sighed, his face becoming more pixelated that seconds before. “Scott it’s fine. You’ve been busy trying not to get killed. I’m just glad you haven’t forgotten how to e-mail.”

Scott smiled. “Do you know when you’ll be coming back to Beacon Hills?”

There was silence. “Scott I think you should come here,” Jackson finally spoke.

“I can’t leave. These people need me.”

Jackson scoffed. “You deserve a happy life.”

Scott looked down at his keyboard. “I love you.”

For mccallofthewild and his Scackson week.

Sucky writing. Read at your own risk.

“So you’re an alpha now, huh?” Scott wasn’t sure if there was condescension in Jackson’s tone. He had gotten back from London the first week of summer before senior year, and he seemed to have mellowed out a bit. He was still pompous and spoiled, but that was Jackson, and Scott wouldn’t have him any other way.

Scott nodded. “Yeah.”

Jackson licked his lips. “Did you kill Derek?” He took a step closer as he asked the question, tension heavy in the air.

Scott furrowed his brows. “What? No. I’m a true alpha.” He couldn’t stop himself from inching closer. “It means I earned my status without being given it or taking it.”

Jackson nodded. “Is Derek still an alpha?”

“No.”

Scott had to admit that sitting on the bench had its perks. He didn’t have asthma attacks when he didn’t play lacrosse. He got to talk to Stiles during practice since Stiles just sucked at the sport anyways. And, he got to watch Jackson Whittemore as he played. 

He knew that Jackson probably didn’t even know who he was. That was something Scott and Stiles had in common; they both crushed on the most popular kid in school and they didn’t even know they existed. Stiles would spend hours upon hours talking about Lydia. It had gotten tiresome. Scott however, never mentioned his crush on Jackson. It was never going to go anywhere, so why should he obsess over the guy.

When Scott saw Jackson bump into a guy in the hall and demand that the poor kid apologize, he became ashamed of his feelings. Jackson was a jerk, so why did Scott like him? Stiles didn’t seem fazed that he was infatuated with Lydia, who was catty and bitchy. Scott wasn’t sure if he wished he could have that cognitive dissonance or not.

He was alone when Danny approached him. He had a smooth smile and kind eyes. “Hey Scott. You got a sec?”

“Hey, Danny. What’s up?”

Danny took his phone out of his pocket. “Lydia is having a party this Saturday and Jackson wanted me to invite you.” He turned the phone so that Scott could see the screen, then placed it in Scotts hand. “Give me your number so I can send you the address.”

Scott blinked, dumbstruck. “What?”

“You can bring a plus one, I swear everything’s fine.”

Scott licked his lips and thought for a second. Next thing he knew he was giving his number to Danny.

The party was loud and crowded. Scott had lost Stiles in the herd of people. He had made his way to the punch bowl and watched as Jackson poured a flask of vodka into it. “You want some?” Jackson asked when he noticed the eyes on him.

Scott wasn’t completely sure what to say, so he nodded. “Uh, yeah, sure. Does Lydia know you’re doing this?”

Jackson pursed his lips as he grabbed one of the solo cups. “Who’s to say she didn’t ask me to spike the punch?” He shrugged before using the ladel to pour the punch into the cup.

Scott chuckled then furrowed his brows. “Danny said that you asked him to invite me.”

Jackson stilled for a moment, it was barey noticable, before he gave the cup to Scott. “I did.”

“Why?”

Jackson took a deep breath and shrugged again. “Maybe I wanted to see you make a fool of yourself.”

Scott laughed and turned his head away, his eyes scanning the crowd. He looked down at the drink in his hand before thinking fuck it and taking a big swig of it.

“Wanna dance?” Jackson asked once Scott finally looked at him again.