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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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Can i have uuuuuhhh more incubus!jack? It can be hcs or a short scenario, anything u prefer 👌🏼
Nsfw under the cut
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"Oh Sunshine...just look at you.. " Jack's voice rumbles through his chest against your back, forked tongue dragging along the sensitive spot on the column of your neck. Your hands are gripping the pillow, fluffy cotton caught between your teeth as you bite down upon it to muffle your groan. Your torso is propped up by your elbows, ass perked high and back in s deliberate sinful arch. You feel dizzy, overstimulated already and he hasn't even been inside you yet.
Orgasms had racked your flushed frame several times already by fingers, tongue, and teeth- marks adorn your body in various spots. Mottled purples and crimsons, teeth marks, decorate your throat down your torso, the inside of your thighs, your hips...and you savor each one. "You're shaking." You're more than shaking, you're quivering in anticipation, you're slick and sticky by his ministrations, needy and had your mouth not been full- you'd be begging.
"So delicious...so divine..." Jack hums against your skin as his hands trace over your curves, every dip and swell. You keen, pressing your hips back against him, his touch ignites your nerves and all you can think of is him. Is Jack. The demon you invite into your home, into your bed night after night. Your whines aren't lost on him, no, Jack is more than content to orchestrate you like a sinful symphony. You can feel the warmth if him behind you, the brush of his cock against your ass from time to time- you want it, you need it. Him- friction, stimulation,-
A crisp thwack is heard, spade tipped tail whipping down onto the swell of your ass leaving a small almost heart shaped welt in it's wake. It has you jolt, your aroused hole already drooling obscenely but the action only makes you shudder all the more. Jack hums low, approvingly as his hand smoothes over the skin. "I'm sorry...too rough? I just couldn't resist." Too rough? Not rough enough.
You swallow thickly, brain sluggishly forming the words for your lips to form. "Pl-ease." You choke out, eyes glazed with tears as you try to look over your shoulder. There's a glow to the marks upon his body, his horns have curved upwards and out of his tufts of blue hair, the offending tail swats behind him in amusement. "Jack." His name on your lips in such a state, it has him breathing out low and slow as he stalks over to lace his fingers with yours, his chest to your back as you feel the comforting warmth and weight of him dragging against you. Giving s few teasing experimental prods with the leaking head of his cock only causes you to push back as far as you can stretched out and arched just so.
Jack's length sinks inch by inch into your spasming heat, his teeth find your curve of your shoulder as he moans against your skin. He stills his hips as he's flush against your ass, the hands that cage your own pin them to the mattress, sharpened nails threatening to pierce your sheets and plush mattress. Jack's breathing his labored coming out in shallow huffs against you as he groans while you greedily clench against him and try to rut your hips-beckoning him to feed and fuck you into the mattress. Kissing down the curve of your spine, he relinquishes his hold on your smaller hands to hold your hips, effortlessly lifting you some so you're helpless from the waist down, left to only keep the pillow in a vice grip as a startled sound is overcome with pleasure as Jack easily fucks into you. Strokes slow and deliberate as his cock brushes against all those gummy weak spots within you.
Time, at this point, is of no consequence to Jack- it never is. He was never one to partake in quick meals as it was but this, but you, were a sublime feast. If he decided to drag you out until the the wee hours of morning and scare the birds outside your window- well...you certainly wouldn’t want him to go hungry and you weren’t going to complain. Until you needed the usage of your legs anyway. But currently it felt torturous, the way Jack dug his teeth into his own lower lip as he tried to keep the tempo he was establishing, resisting the urge to buck into you with reckless abandon. It was difficult to keep his composure with you so intimately wrapped around him, the way your body spasmed and convulsed in ecstasy, the soft mewls and lewd sounds- it was only a pity this time he couldn’t see you unravel. 
Gripping your hips, nails digging into the soft supple flesh there was a particular hard thrust into your hole that made you jolt, stars beginning to glimmer behind your lids as your eyes threatened to roll back in your skull. You were so close, you’d been so close for so long, this long game Jack so enjoyed of edging you close to the brink and yo yo back into reality. But it seemed the games were done, the carnal hunger building in the low grunts and growls that spilled from his lips as your legs shifted with what little energy (and clarity) you could muster to lock around his waist. “So good for me, Sunshine...” Jack coos between his teeth as sweetly as he can and your face is further buried in the pillow as the sound of your voices mingle in the room amongst the wet lewd sounds of sex seem to echo in your ears.
You lift your head and arch your back- opening your mouth to babble that you’re close, to beg him not to stop, to take all Jack is so gracious in gifting you but you feel something firm and weighted press against your swollen lower lip. Glazed eyes drift down to see the black spade of his tail pushing against your lips, down upon your tongue and you comply- slackening your jaw as you begin to suck the tip of his tail. Your eyes close- grateful for the additional something to ground your focus on. “Haaaah...oh....so...so insatiable hmm~” Jack purrs though the action sends more shockwaves of pleasure through his own body, muscles tensing as he can feel himself drawing closer with the added stimulation through the nerves of his tail.
Choking as your orgasm rips through your core, you feel Jack’s tail prod the back of your throat as his cock twitches deeply within you. You swear you feel the heat of rivulets of cum painting you from within- sweet fulfillment as it drips down your thighs and Jack’s. His tail slips from your lips as you greedily suck air back into your lungs and Jack delicately rests you back onto the bed, your knees first and then lowering your body proper. Carefully rolling you over onto your back, Jack’s hand pushes your hair from your sweaty forehead to inspect you. Pausing to press a kiss to your forehead, your nose, and then your lips- he murmurs soft praise between each kiss before reaching for the ice water on the bedside table. Propping you up and helping you take a drink, he rubs along your shoulders and back soothingly, purring into your hair. “Are you alright, Sunshine? That wasn’t too much was it?” He needs to know you’re okay, that he isn’t taking too much from you when he feeds like this, and you nod with a tired smile.
“It was...perfect...just exhausted--in a good way.” You add the last part on as hastily as your spent lungs will allow you. Jack relaxes as he leaves for a but a moment to return with warm soapy cloths to wash you and himself. He helps redress you and get you comfortable into bed before finally sinking in beside you and gathering you into his arms. 
“I love you.” He murmurs into your hair, he doesn’t know what he’d do without you, he can’t have nor does he want anything but you. The hunger, even after is never truly sated until...
“...I love you too.” You sigh nestling against his chest as you toggle through different movie choices, as content as can be while he dotes upon you.
He’s full.
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Same Energy
Justo que vi a Ian de “TSWwSDJ” vestido como Jack, se me vino a la mente el elefante del cereal de “choco krispis”. De ser un personaje todo fortachón y llamativo a un personaje delgado y ehh… muy X.
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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Hi! I love your posts! Got any possible headcanons if S/O ever discovers Jack's real identity? Maybe one day they call him by his real name Joseph and show him a 'MISSING PERSON' report of that year
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Deflect. Deflect. Deflect.
Deny. Deny. Deny.
If you expressed any interest in looking into Jack's past, he'd do everything he could to shut it down. He's told you where he's from-Cloudy Town, he's told you about his friends and family from there, he'd thought that'd been enough. It isn't entirely a lie either but he's content to stick to it to keep you from prying.
Jack would assure you that this is who he is, who he's meant to be and always has been. There's nothing else to it, Sunshine, don't you believe him?
Naturally the production company and studio kept most if not everything under lock and keys. Keeping the information tightly secured under coverups and NDAs so a lot of your trails lead ultimately to dead ends. Jack just figures you'll tire out of it and give it up. He's here with you, in this moment, isnt it enough? It's a tinge frustrating but Jack doesn't have it in him to be upset at your curious nature.
Should you find a missing persons report or a photo of Joseph Cullman/Haberdae- Jack will absolutely flat out deny it. He won't even look at the photo. "Gosh, I mean...I guess he kinda looks like me I suppose but you know my name, silly." Jack will brush it off, saying that they even look a little similar is as close as you'll get out of him
Internally- mans is freaking the fuck out. That's not the person he is anymore, that's the real ghost in all of this. He's clean and free now, he's a better man, the best man. He isn't some troubled vagabond in tattoos and will even show you his arms and chest to prove a point.
"See? I told you." He chuckles, trying to choke down the anxiety. "Not a mark on me, Sunshine. I told you he's not me. I'm me. Poor guy though. Maybe someday they'll find him if he wants to be found." Never.
After the song and dance, if you accept Jack's points and drop the interrogations and research- it's an IMMENSE relief. Hell, he's thrilled to help you get rid of all the materials you collected. After all, the paper shredder makes it all look like confetti! And there's something just so satisfying about seeing Joseph's face go through the shredder and come out in teensy little pieces.
But if you still press, continuing to pepper Jack with questions instead of kisses or staying late into the night online or at the library, it'll take a different turn of tact.
"...why don't you believe me, Sunshine? Have I done something wrong to betray your trust?" It's that hurt turn of voice and aching look on his features as though very wounded by you not beliving his answers. "I know you're just trying to help, it's very sweet but...you can't help this man. Not all people want to be found." Again- not entirely a lie. "Sunshine, this fixating isn't good for your health. That's enough screen time, let me help you get ready for bed."
He doesn't want to fry your computer. He doesn't want to hide your library card or materials. But he will if he has to and he'll absolutely insist that he didn't. You don't have proof he's this man you seem to think he is and you have no proof of him blocking your efforts.
Really, Sunshine. It's better to let the dead rest.
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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gives you dat side eye got any kink hcs?
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Oh I absolutely do, and I'm down to get into all of that more in time but for now, since this wasn't super specific, so consider this like a basic sampling. Have one for everyone- Joseph included. Just because.
Jack
Size kink. Jack absolutely adores if you're smaller than him. From the way his hands so easily engulf yours to how large they look tracing over your body or stretching you out around his digits, the way your body clings to him and can be so easily caged under him or pinned? It reminds him that he can protect you, that you're so delicate, that he can lift you and position you with such ease... in the bedroom, against the wall, hoist you up onto the counter tops or any elevated surface and you've still got to look up at him. Those big starry eyes of yours peeking out under those lashes just drive him absolutely wild. Ever the patient and gentle giant, Jack loves sinking his cock into you so slowly, watching you take each bit of him within your depths- how your stretch to accommodate him, how you clench and spasm around his cock so needily, you're so eager to be filled as your gummy walls try to flutter and entice him in faster to brush against those bundles of nerves to see stars. But Jack knows you need to accommodate to his size, he'd loathe to hurt you and he'd be remiss if he ever missed out on such a lascivious view.
Joseph
Dirty Talk. Now I know much isn't known about Joseph (at least by me so if anyone has any tidbits of info feel free to share lol) but the man can talk absolutely fucking filthy. He's a wordsmith- those lips and silver tongue work wonders on the regular; at work, in the bedroom, between your legs. He'll murmur them into your ear at the most inopportune times to rile you up, blushing all the way to the tips of your ears. And he'll do so doubly during foreplay and sex. "Look at you drooling around my cock with that pretty mouth...gonna fuck that little throat of yours...you look so good all cockdrunk like this." Joseph's purrs are sultry, there's sometimes a teasing lilt to the alluring low timbre of his voice that has you weak in the knees. And he's a man of his word- Joseph makes good on every sinful promise he growls or pants into your ear, what kind of lover would he be if he left you hanging like that after all? The dirty talk naturally can range to whatever's more your forte; praise, teasing, degradation or a mix of all three. Joseph is attentive to any detail that arouses you.
Ian
Somnophilia. To say that Ian had been shy and embarrassed to admit that he liked the idea of you fooling around with him or him fooling around with you while you were asleep was an understatement. But you’d soothed him through it- he liked what he liked, was looking to you for consent, joking with him it’s the most loving morning alarm to have. Part of it is the excitement; of having to be quiet and so careful with your body so he doesn’t rouse you too early but it also gives him ample time to appreciate your body, the soft hue of your nipples, the dips and curves of your body, how he delicately strokes your sex and seeing your sweet sleepy responses. Soft whimpers, your body responding so eagerly to his gentle hands and mouth- it’s really a thrilling experience because he’s usually shy to initiate. But if you’re the one acting on it- you’re just as gentle if not slower with your feather light touchings. You push a little and pull away, to keep him at bay, edging him and coaxing him along until he’s hard- heavy and flush in your palm or mouth that he groggily rouses from he thought to be a fantasy dream only to see you already at work. He keens hoarsely, catching his lower lip between his teeth as he takes in the sight of you between his legs, blankets bunched about. “...please...please don’t be a dream.”
Shaun
Roleplay/cosplay. The trend of Ghostface selfie thirst traps? Shaun may not have invented the trend but he perfected it. There’s a whole album of them in your phone that he’s sent you, some of you together playing his poor little victim sometimes making ahegao faces in the photos while he fake holds up your head by your hair. There’s just something hot about fucking in a costume. It can be as simple as you coming to the bedroom as a sexy version of one of the iconic final girls or Shaun dressed as a prolific horror slasher (if you have a mask kink- he’s the man for you). But he’s not opposed to the classics either- if you wore cat ears and a cute little tail plug, Shaun would be over the moon and get you a very special collar. He loves when the pair of you throw around little nicknames and pet names in these romps. For you things like “kitten” or “good girl” he keeps it relatively simple- and you best believe this man is defo a top and a (soft) dom as well but he’s happy to change it up to whatever you want and gets you off good. If you’re into it, getting into character, the sex likely skews a little rougher if you’re comfortable with it, a large hand at your throat, fisted in your hair, slaps to your ass until a visible imprint lingers on your skin of Shaun’s hand. Though of course after, he’s an absolute king of aftercare. Cleaning you gently, whispering praise into your ear, cuddling you up nice and snug.
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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Headcannons for Jack's favorite positions? thirst so hard for this clown, plez
Nsfw incoming
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Missionary
Okay yeh, it's a vanilla but Jack loves being able to see your face when making love. It's a whole experience and he wants to savor every bit to commit it to memory. The way your face flushes, how you bite your lip, the little pinch in your brow...there's few things less beautiful on this earth to Jack, he adores seeing you cum under his ministrations. Its intimate and he wants you to see him too, what you do to him, how you make him feel. Admittedly if you're smaller than him, Jack has a bit of a size kink- being able to cage you under him, the way he stretches you, ect...it makes him feel even more that he's protecting you.
Mating Press
Jack tries to keep his composure, he really really does-but sometimes you just drive him so wild he NEEDS your legs over his shoulders. With this position he's driven with this absolute carnal need to be as deep and leave you as full as he possibly can. Your fucked out expression, the way you’re barely coherent is a massive stroke to his ego. He'll keep you in that position for a while, crooning praise of how good you are and how he simply knows you wouldn't waste even a drop of his cum, would you Sunshine?
Lotus
About the same reasoning as missionary but with giving you room to do things as well. It's comfortable to do on the couch after a long day of work and Jack always makes it so tempting to sit in his lap. One thing just sorta leads to another from there. Additionally he loves being able to nuzzle into your neck and chest easier with this position, lovemaking aside- Jack adores hearing your heartbeat. The position lets his hands wander more along with his mouth.
Honorable Mention:
Cowgirl
Ordinarily, Jack prefers to be on top (softest dom) but on occasion if you're feisty enough to be on top, who is he to deny you? And it's a pretty wonderful view seeing you bounce so prettily on his cock, guiding you faster and himself deeper with his hands on your hips or waist, your hands bracing yourself on his broad chest as you babble adoringly while cockdrunk. You're just the sweetest for wanting to take care him, Sunshine
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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I just found your blog and I’m absolutely in love with the way you write headcanons! If you don’t mind, could you write some angsty hcs about Jack trying to differentiate himself from who he used to be as Joseph, wanting to be someone new as Jack and trying to reinvent himself? Maybe with an MC that wants to know who he used to be, but Jack keeps insisting that he’s only ever been ‘Jack’?
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Jack absolutely does not see himself as Joseph in any way. As far as he's concerned, Joseph is dead. To him, to the world, that isn't who he is nor will he be. That past part of him buried as deep as he could
He had thirty years locked in that that vhs tape has given Jack plenty of time to perfect his persona as best he can, to be the best man he possibly can be, a better, real Jack
When it comes to the initial asking, Jack will simply introduce himself as such. Sunny Day Jack, that's all there is to him. It's who he is now and who he was meant to be. Not just for his own sake but for yours as well.
Jack holds nothing but ill will for his former self and will absolutely hide anything and everything regarding it from you
Joseph was troubled, or was trouble, it doesn't much matter to Jack but he can't have that kind of toxic influence you, now can he? Joseph coped with unhealthy vices, was rebellious, modified his body for attention- you don't need that sort of negativity in your life.
But fact of the matter is, Jack is Joseph and Joseph is Jack whether he likes it or not and you can see those cracks in the veneer from time to time; where is less of the sugary sunshine and more of the cynic. There's this palpable dichotomy of confidence and self loathing within him
Jack won't call this a phase or facade, this is who he is and when he says this to you- it is spoken as an absolute. It's who he is now, who he wants to be, he has a second chance to do everything right this time and to do right by you-he wouldn't let something so trivial as a ghost of himself ruin that
What will be more difficult is, as time goes on, to whom and how to shift the blame when it comes to body count and violence. Is it Jack? Or is it Joseph? (It's both but blame is so easier to to pin on a name you don't like)
Like I'd stated before, no matter how you press or pry, Jack won't ever give up the gig and will work all the harder to prove to you that he's not hiding anything. And to him, he isn't. Nothing he says is technically a lie because I mean...he did come out of a vhs tape, why wouldn't he take it's former contents as reality
When Jack thinks the convincing is for your benefit, it's really for his own. When he asks for your validation, he needs it as Jack. Proof that what he's doing is right. That killing and retooling himself was the right thing to do. Nobody needed Joseph. Nobody wanted Joseph. But Jack? Oh, he was-and is- adored.
He prides himself on that, this shiney new repackaging of himself. Bright as the sun, beaming with optimism, healthy influence to positively impact your growth. Jack's is a face you can trust, not one with under eye circles and smelling of tobacco.
Really, Jack is a hypocrite. He always ran and changed himself rather than confront his issues but your issues? Your problems? Well...he might be able to forgive you needing his help, but really Jack would sooner view this all as him not wanting you to make the same mistakes he had a lifetime ago. He just wants whats best for you but if that requires his intervention (perhaps without your knowledge) well...why burden you with it? Some things just need to be wordlessly put to bed or buried.
Despite it all, the slips of Joseph through Jack I don't think are ones he really weighs too much. Because when it comes to you, they want the same thing. But with this reinvention where Jack likely equates Joseph to being dead and gone, he's just dormant. They're both pretty dominant and really, it's just two sides of the same coin. They're one and the same but Jack will fight tooth and nail for otherwise.
Because otherwise, what does all of this amount to? What does he amount to? It puts all he's done and how far or short he's come under worse scrutiny. Jack/Joseph is a deeply complex character who is hesitant to let you get too close to knowing him and the many facets, it's for your safety despite that he can, and will, know anything and everything about you by any means necessary.
I might revisit this one too, it felt a lil short-- I hope it's okay OTZ
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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Okay headcanon- Jack’s outfit has a lot of gadgets he generally uses to cheer his s/o up when they’re upset- as it catches them so off guard they can’t help but laugh at the bizarreness of it. Like Jack offering a tissue from his pocket and it ends up being those endless flags. Or perhaps it malfunctions during impromptu moments where Jack rather wished it wouldn’t. Like your hand fiddling beneath his chest during a kissing session, clicking the nose on his belt that produces a honk.
I'm running on an obscene amount of caffeine and no sleep. I needed something cute and goofy like this-thank you
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It had been an absolute dog shit day. You spilled your morning coffee/tea, the zipper on your favorite hoodie broke while in your haste to get to work, it rained (again) on the way to work, and work itself? Could Carol not do a single goddamn thing on her shift? Why does it always fall to you to keep this hellhole running? On top of that the amount of pissy moms and screaming kids seemed to be at an all time high that by the time you trudged home, all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch and nap.
RING....RING...RING...
You peel an eye open and fish your phone out of your pocket to see the screen, only to grimace seeing Ian's caller ID flash over the screen. And that? That was just the cherry on top of the shit sundae that was today. You toss your phone onto the ground with a dull thud and move to bury your head in a throw pillow and cry.
Loudly.
All the pent up frustration, anger, annoyance, sadness--why the ever loving fuck could you not have a goddamn moment of peace?! Sobs and cries pour from your lungs, muffled only barely by stuffing and cotton- Jack peeks from the kitchen, you hadn't even greeted him upon your return, hadn't even smelled the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Worry bubbled in Jack's stomach as he sat beside you on the couch.
"Sunshine...hey, what happened...?" Jack's tone is low, soothing as he reaches to stroke your back before you drag yourself upright, wiping at your eyes with your sleeves. It takes a moment for you to compose yourself as you regurgitate the stresses of your day, the overwhelming stress you feel on your shoulders and Jack patiently listens to it all- nodding and answering only when needed, he'd hate to interrupt you of course. When you finish, you frel a little lighter though still a little teary. "Here, let me help clean you up." Jack reaches into the interior of his vest to procure a bright red kerchief.
Tied to a yellow one.
Tied to a blue one.
Tied to another red one.
This continues on and on until the daisy chain of handkerchiefs lays in a heap between you on the couch until a white and red polka dotted one at the end emeges and Jack holds it up with a flourish. "There's that pesky thing, gosh--pesky little thing hiding on me." Jack reaches to wipe the tears from your face and you can't help but huff a laugh.
"...you're so ridiculous." Your chuckle is weak but it's a start. Jack gives you a soft grin before swooping to press a kiss to your cheek.
"Hmm maybe a little. But it works." He winks and you chuckle before pulling him into a hug he eagerly reciprocates until he feels your body sag against his, finally feeling more at peace now that you were home, you were with him. "Y'know what else helps a bad day?" You look up at him and arch a brow. "Fresh baked cookies." Your warm grin makes it all worth it as you walk to the kitchen, Jack lifting you to sit on the counter and hand you a cookie from the cooling tray.
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The movie has since been forgotten in favor of pressing yourself closer to Jack. His lips move against yours feverishly as your fingers tangle into Jack's blue tresses under the dim light of the TV. With a soft mewl, you move to paw at Jack's vest and he easily rolls it off his broad shoulders before his hands secure themselves to your waist, skimming down to grip your hips.
Feeling the soft pull, you follow and slide yourself into Jack's lap with your legs on either side of him, allowing yourself to be closer. Your kisses become more desperate as you run your fingers along his muscles teasingly before pawing at Jack's shirt. Craning your neck to kiss along the marks on his cheek, down his sharp jawline, you anchor your hips against his to-
HONK!
You falter, caught entirely off guard by the campy bike horn sound. Your eyes shoot wide and you instinctively pull away though still in Jack's arms. He looks disheveled but also a little surprised though not as much as you. "Wh...what the hell was that?!" You ask breathlessly, still gripping Jack's shoulders as you look around for whatever may have made the sound.
Jack clears his throat awkwardly for a moment, flush still decorating his cheeks as he shifts under you before giving a roll of his hips that the sound happens again. You stare at him for a moment, wetting your lips ready to say a string of words you never thought you'd put together. "...please don't tell me that's your cock."
He splutters and shakes his head vigorously. "Nononono! Sunshine, gosh-- don't say it like that, it's uh...it's not that." Jack shifts you in his lap and directs your attention downwards. You still pause and purse your lips again.
"If your dick is out Jack, I swear-"
Jack gives something between a laugh and a groan lolling his head back before looking back to you with a smile and reaching between you. "No! It's just my belt! See?" He presses the red nose of the comical smiley belt and it honks at you again as you stare down at it. The silence settles over you again, sometimes you forget what Jack was, especially in moments such as the one that was now, well...lost. You give a little groan and drop your head onto his shoulder as Jack chuckles, tightening his hold on you. "You okay, Sunshine?" He nuzzles his head against you.
"...yeah just..." You're a little flustered now, under his gaze and straddling his lap. "...next time take that off first."
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair at all.
He could only piece together so much of what transpired, he knew what happened- how you were wronged, but some of the details, the amount of time between then to now, Jack only knew so much. You didn’t like to talk about it and he never blamed you, no- how could he? Never would he want to reopen a wound he was working so hard to heal. And he was doing anything and everything he could to make life easier, to make each day better than the last for you because that’s what best friends did. That’s what you did when you loved someone.
A concept Jack was convinced Ian was entirely unaware of yet the other man continued to take up real estate in your mind and occupy your thoughts with his incessant calling. It was constant, it was aggravating, didn’t he get the hint?? Jack wasn’t always proud of it but when you’d leave your phone unattended to grab snacks from the kitchen or change out of the uniform you hated so much, he’d ignore the call with a quick swipe over the red button on the touch screen and clear the notification. It was better that way- he told himself that. He’d seen the way your face would blanch or the slight furrow of your brow any time Ian’s name flashed across the lit screen. It was just better when he could give you some peace.
Jack was bent on being that peace for you and if it meant getting his hands a little dirty well…you’d understand. Wouldn’t you?
Today though…today at work, being called in on your day off right after Jack had gotten his first oh so real taste of you- Ian had to ruin that high further. Another call in the line of who knew how many but you’d mistakenly answered. Pleading and sniveling to attempt to reconcile, how badly Ian wanted to be with you after wronging you in such a way. To betray your trust, to wound your delicate heart, all was unforgivable as far as Jack was concerned. He could tell immediately upon seeing you that you were upset about it. That you’d been unprepared to take the call. The way your watery gaze lingered even when you tried to brush away at your cheeks and recompose yourself. You tried so hard to be strong, you were doing so well, Jack always made sure to praise you as often as he could for each step you were taking.
And he’d be damned if Ian was going to set that back. But hearing you say that you were moving on, even with that little stutter and crack in your voice- Jack knew the morning was still fresh in the forefront of your mind. The way you’d tugged on his shirt so meekly yet found the courage to slot your lips against his own, getting to trace his hands over the soft curves and dips of your body, the way your hips anchored down onto his own… Passing through the door, Jack inquires if you’re okay. You both know you’re not and Jack says as much with a little levity at the end to hopefully get a more positive reaction from you. And even though your eyes are still teary, that you manage to crack a little grin and chuckle; it’s enough for him. Anything from you is always enough. “…I want to hear your truths, they’re what make you…you. And I’m telling the truth when I say I’ll be here for you whether you’re okay or not.” From the highs to picking up the pieces, there is no place Jack would rather be than beside you. When he moves to touch you, to feel your warmth there’s a pause. The gears in your head are turning, what your thoughts are he can’t entirely be sure as you hold his hands in yours and put a tinge of space between you. It stings to have you pull away, to have these small forms of not quite rejection but hesitancy. It’s such a contrast from this morning he can’t help but place the blame solely on Ian- though he doesn’t voice this. No- instead he will prioritize your comfort, if he did something wrong or untoward. He just wants to help, sunshine. “I can help you. Just tell me what you want. What you need.” He hopes and prays every day that someday that question can be answered with you reaching out to him, for him. The mere thought has warmth bloom in his broad chest. Jack so badly wants to bridge that gap, to take that pain away from you, to pick back up where you’d been. You felt for him, he knew you did. Why else would you have made the first move? Jack hadn’t wanted to, despite the near constant urge to. He loved you and unless you felt the same, he didn’t want to ruin whatever relationship he could have with you. His lips part to say something else but the chime of the front door pulls both of your attention back from the bubble the pair of you find yourselves in. Following you back out while you give the greeting you loathe, it’s three men- one of which sneaks peeks at you, he's trying to be subtle that much Jack can tell but he’s also aware of the pink flush over his pale skin. There’s that little quirk of the same viscous feeling bubbling up as when Ian called. He shouldn’t be surprised, who wouldn’t find you wonderful? Who wouldn’t find you attractive? Despite all you’re going through, the hole you’re fighting to get yourself out of- Jack doesn’t feel you give yourself the credit you so deserve. As you do your job behind the counter, weighing and ringing up totals, Jack puts a warm hand at the small of your back innocuously. He feels you tense only for a second before relaxing against his touch that draws a warmer smile to his lips, rubbing small circles as the blushing boy from before dawdles his words before departing. It isn’t much longer until it’s time to close down shop, Jack puttering around behind you to keep you company as you do so and on the walk back home. Home, where he can see stress melt off your shoulders as you eagerly make way to your room to shuck off that uniform and into something comfy. Today’s choice is a well worn T-shirt sizes too big for you and loose fitting shorts with a drawstring that’s seemed to have been lost somewhere in the waistband. The shirt runs low and the shorts run high and ultimately between the nice view of your legs and the relaxed posture of your body as you flop onto the couch- Jack fluidly follows suit. Draping an arm over the back of the couch, with you tucked into his side again, Jack swallows and glances at you from the corner of his eye. “So…who’s Ian?” he prods gingerly, “You mentioned him before.” Good save, as he could see you give pause as though to rack your brain if you had or hadn’t. There’s a thoughtful look on his face as though he’s turning over the scraps of information he has himself. When Jack voices his concerns and you share your feelings, he wants nothing more than to make you forget about Ian. He voices his offer, smoothly that seems to make you shiver slightly against him. His arm shifts to instead rest around your shoulders, gloved hand massaging your shoulder soothingly. You raise your gaze to his and Jack slowly cranes his neck down his lips just a breath away. “Maybe it would be better if I did something about it…would you like that, Sunshine?” His voice is low, looking for your approval or your movement to rebuff him again. His breath fans over your lips and you tremble but push to meet his lips again with a soft mewl. Jack returns the kiss, lips working slowly over your own as his free hand rests on the plush flesh of your thigh and giving it an affectionate squeeze that has you pressing your thighs together. Maybe he can’t get rid of everything just yet, but for the moment…he can make you forget about Ian, he can touch you, love you, better than your cheating ex ever could. Jack’s tongue runs over the seal of your lips that you part obediently to let him taste you once again. Your hands clutch at him again, so eager and touch starved, your temperature feels like it’s spiking under his touch as his hand creeps upwards towards the flimsy cotton blend of your shorts. “Oh, Sunshine…” Jack pants softly resting his forehead against yours as he feels you squirm slightly on the couch. “…It’s been a long day…let me take care of you.” Jack croons against your skin as he lifts his hand from your thigh, pulling the glove away from his hand with his teeth. Your gaze is hungry as you watch him do so, feeling the throb between your legs and lower stomach. Jack shifts to cage you under him on the couch, you move that your legs are hitched comfortably at his hips, face flush in eager anticipation as his exposed hand pushes the oversized shirt up at your collar exposing your torso before dragging down to the waistband of the shorts. On instinct your hips lift for Jack who chuckles warmly meeting you for a kiss before dragging down your jaw line to your neck. Your breath hitches as his hand dips down the front of your shorts sneaking past the elastic of your underwear. A large finger swipes against your entrance, teasing at it gently as his lips press heated open mouthed kisses to the column of your throat. A need whimper that reverberates from you has Jack groaning hotly in your ear that has your hips bucking up into his hand needily. “I’ve got you…and you’ve got me.” He murmurs into your hair, his erection strains in his jeans but your pleasure is the priority- you are the priority. A thick digit begins to push inward, the first knuckle sinking into your depths that has your mouth parting in an absolutely sinful sound that has Jack’s teeth digging into his lower lip. “You feel so warm, Sunshine…so perfect.” He coos into your ear as he withdraws and pushes a few times, prepping you before sinking his finger in forward, curving up towards that gummy bundle of nerves that has you clenching around him. “So eager for me…just so good…” the praise drips from Jack’s lips like honey as your eyes glaze over in rapture before your lashes flutter shut to enjoy the euphoria. Your hands clutch the couch cushions so hard your knuckles turn white as Jack fingers you, slowly, oh so slowly to work you as you writhe against him eager to press your hips at his beckoning finer before a second digit sinks into your tight hole. You’re a mess from his fingers alone, Jack salivates at the idea of how you’ll feel stretched around his throbbing cock. Muffled words leave your lips that has Jack lift his head to take in your blissed out features, the way your cheeks are flushed a rosy hue up to your ears and down to your heaving chest. You’re just so fucking pretty like this. “…what was that, Sunspot?” Jack lilts softly, fingers stalling within you which in turn only pulls a sound of frustration from you as you peek up at him through your lashes. “…m-more…please Jack…” Your hands reach up to card through his brilliant blue locks and pull his face to yours in a searing kiss that has Jack reeling as his fingers resume their ministrations, your fingers pressing through his hair to lace around at the back of his neck to keep him close as you rock your hips in rhythm. To anchor him to you is such a beautiful thing, all Jack can focus on is you. Soft moans and mewls leave your lips as you gasp his name, hearing it from your mouth feels so right, it makes Jack feel so whole- he doesn’t know if you’ll ever know just how much he loves you but in this moment he’s willing to start showing a little more freely with the dam being broken. You feel pressure begin to build, the coil in your abdomen growing tight and hot within you as a third thick finger slides within you making you feel impossibly full. “Jack…’M gonna…” you whine looking at him with teary eyes as you scramble for words. Jack drops his head to your exposed chest, peppering it with sweet teasing kisses, heated tongue laving over your pert nipples before nipping at it teasingly causing your back to arch sharply. The warm haze settling around you with the slick sound of his fingers fucking you so lovingly paired with your wanton whimpers. He can feel you clenching around his fingers, slick drooling out of you and onto his hand, walls trying to suck his fingers in to continue pressing against those soft spots that make you see stars. “…I want to feel you cum…” He whispers against your skin between gentle love bites and kisses that trace back up to your mouth. You frantically paw for him to meet you in a sloppy kiss as fireworks explode between your eyelids with a muffled moan. Jack groans against your lips as he feels you climax, the spasms of your walls around his fingers that clench around him as he works you through your orgasm. Your breathing is ragged, lips kiss swollen and hair an endearing mess and matted to your forehead. Jack props himself up to watch you bask in your afterglow with all the love and adoration beaming- you feel like you’re under the warmth of the sun. “You did so well, Sunshine.” He murmurs fondly as he presses a delicate kiss to the crown of your head before removing his fingers from you eliciting a soft sound of protest from you now being empty. He sees your hazy gaze dart down to his erection and his gloved hand tilts your head to look him in the eyes. “Maybe another time…you’re exhausted. Let me clean you up and tuck you in, okay?” He can tell that you want to protest but know you don’t have the energy to go through with it- not with the day you’ve had. “I told you, I was going to take care of you.” He smiles softly, running his thumb over the plane of your cheekbone before fixing your clothing and gently coaxing your form into his arms. He loves how you nuzzle into his broad chest and sling your arms around his neck. Carrying you to the bedroom, you shuck out of your clothes that feel sweaty and sticky and extend your arms with that still blissed out look lingering lightly on your features. Once you’re perched safely on the bed rather than your weak leg, Jack slides off his jacket and shirt that slip over your head. Another sight he hopes to see more of and will never tire of. He disappears for a moment into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to clean you carefully before gathering it and your spent clothes into the hamper. Joining you in the plush mattress, Jack tugs the blankets up around the pair of you and you give a content sigh as you curl into him, sleep taking you quickly. For a while he lays there beside you, arm around you and other hand stroking your hair soothingly. Ian who?
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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sunny day jack face riding hcs?
This came out as reader being afab if that's okay? If not, feel free to resubmit with specifics and I'll do a whole nother batch. NSFW under the cut
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When I tell you this man's face is goddamn pleasure throne, I fucking mean it. Jack eats you out like a man starved but when you're perched on your face? You're in for a goddamn ride.
If you're at all hesitant, the worry of suffocating him? Nah baby, if he could die again-this would be the best way to go out-crushed between your thighs with the taste of your cum glossed over his lips and nectar on his tongue
You're in the midst of it, body ablaze under Jack's touch, needy and keening for pleasure and release. And Jack will give it to you-in time. He's not much one for quickies, preferring to take his time with you, prepping you, teasing you, edging you...he adores the symphony of sinful sounds he's able to pull from your lips
When Jack rolls over onto his back, you immediately shoot back up to chase him, begging him not to tease you like this. Large hands smooth over your waist, giving you a gentle nudge and guidance, "I...want to taste you...like this." Carefully the pair of you maneuver with your knees on either side of his head and your hands clutching the headboard before gingerly lowering your dripping cunt to Jack's eager mouth.
He meets you halfway with an enthusiasm that sends jolts through you and has you anchoring your hips down as his nose brushes against your clit for a shockwave of pleasure to your core. An almost embarrassing cry leaves your throat and it spurns him further.
Should you try to lift yourself, Jack's grip remains firm on your waist or hips to keep you in place on his face. Once you start gyrating on him, eager for more of that miraculous tongue of his, Jack's hands will instead go to grope at your ass to coax those movements and push you closer to the end.
Jack alternates deftly between laving lovingly at your clit, suckling the swollen bud and delicately scraping his teeth against it, only to switch to tongue fucking you, eager to collect your sweet honey and prod at that certain bundle of nerves that has your thighs clenching around his head. The way he sees it, he isn't doing a good enough job until you're teary and fisting his hair, bucking against his face to chase release with your inhibitions blown away
He LOVES this view of you, absolutely fucking debauched and lost in pleasure and this position is another that lets him feel, observe, and taste your desperation, again though- he takes his time. Everytime he can tell you're close, the way your walls spasm and twitch around his tongue, how your thighs lock up around him, the sharp arch of your back or hunching over to press your weight onto his mouth for more friction...Jack will stop in favor to press kisses along your slick sticky thighs
"Mmmmnh...You're sweet as honey, Sunshine." "Look at you, (Name)...hngg...dripping...it feels good right? This is how much I love you~." "I could do this for hours...hah~ you're sweeter than syrup." "What do you want, Sunspot? Tell me...use me...I'm all yours. Always." And it's always in that soft low timbre that's so sultry it sends a shudder down your spine. But you have to answer if you want to claim your assigned seat again.
A beg, a plea, confirmation, and answer of these questions naturally will give you the relief you so crave, Jack voraciously lapping at your sopping sex, perhaps even daring to prod at you with his fingers, crooking them just so that you're fucking his face with reckless abandon at being so deliciously stimulated. Or he might reach to stroke his own cock, rock hard at being able to bring you to euphoria with his mouth alone- he has zero qualms with cumming in his hand while you use him to completion.
The cycle repeats until, like I said, your hands are fisted in his hair, a babbly lust laden mess in complete debauched disarray. Jack wants you needy and desperate for him, he just adores being needed by you, having you flushed and keening praise and his name from your lips as your pussy throbs and drools lewdly under the tracings and thrusting of his tongue and the suction of his shapely lips.
Cumming isn't the end for you, even as your body slackens and your knees and thighs relax around his skull. Jack's grip on you doesn't cease until he's tasted every last drop of your sweet essence no matter your whimpers and mewls of stimulation, it's another sight Jack wants tattooed into the folds of his brain. The beautiful way in which you come undone- how your head falls and your lips parted, the way your lashes flutter as your eyes threaten to roll back into your skull as your pussy quivers with the cresendo of your orgasm.
Even after, while you're whimpering and mewling from overstimulation- you're done when Jack is sated and you've been thoroughly cleaned by his tongue. Your body feels boneless and like jelly as Jack helps you back down to lay in bed. His lips and cheeks glossed over by your slick that he shamelessly collects with his digits as not to waste so much of a drop and god, if that doesn't send heat back down to your core as he moans around his own fingers.
Leaning down to press a kiss to you, murmuring how good you did, how divine you taste- you can taste yourself on his lips and you dont want to let go of him. The pair of you are in this greedy little cycle, both wanting more of each other until exhausted and spent. "Oh, Sunshine...if you wanted more, all you had to do was say so." Jack purrs against you lovingly.
Tomorrow you'll have to get an uber for work. But worth it.
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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Not sure if your requests are still open, but if they are: Incubus Jack AU? Thank you!
Never thought of that but it works so well 👀
Did HCs for now but very well may write more on this.
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Loves to have any sort of touch with you, subtle or overt. Skin on skin as innocent or purposeful as possible just sets Incubus!Jack’s nerves ablaze with blood rushing to his cheeks though he does his best to temper it, along with trying to control where that bloodflow goes depending on how this little touch transpired.
Needy. So fucking needy. 25/8 it's a struggle initially to keep his composure around you-especially at night.
Like when I say needy- it's teetering way closer to desperation but you're far more than just a one night meal. There's something special about you, he can't quite put is finger on it initally but he's smitten.
Any sort of brushed or accidental touches make him burn up, when they come with purpose though? It's just reinforcement that he needs you further. Accidentally bumping into him or brushing your hand against his? When you curl up to him on the couch or in your sleep? Another part of his resolve chips away.
Now--you were always aware Jack wasn't normal, you had just made peace with "it is what it is" and that it could've been worse. Who would ever complain about a handsome attentive beefcake?
But that first kiss you share it's electric. It's addictive and electrifying. Jack is devouring every little sound you make, savoring every little movement no matter how subtle, and your taste? Positively divine. His head is in a fog, riddled with hunger and ecstacy that bleeds into you- glassed over eyes, kiss swollen lips still parted while you sluggishly piece together what the fuck just happened and how you can get more. Really- you're both on the same wavelength.
If you initiate the kiss, oh Sunspot, you save him so much worry and trouble. There's a small part of him that worries of your rejection, he could always entrance you, have you spellbound to him and drowning in absolute sin. But he doesn't want that, he wants you to want him. You're different, you're special, you're worth the wait even if he's starving
If Jack is the one to break the seal on affections, you glean a peek into that carnal desperation- the way his hands hold your head firmly in place with his fingers carding through your hair. Or the bruising grip digging into your hips or waist. How his teeth snag your lowerlip and draw blood, not that he won't focus on soothing that wound- he's completely drunk off you and as soon as he can feel your arousal, it only fans the flames further
In the time building up to that moment, the hunger pangs definitely get to him. Nagging at the back of his head to push things along but you're absolutely none the wiser. Incubus!Jack finds other ways to manage his hunger and while it may not be the same, or moral, it's safer for you and this...situationship.
These "snacks" so to speak consist of plenty of voyeurism. Be it "accidentally" walking in on you while in the shower or bath for a peek to promptly retreat and relieve himself to the image, pumping himself off in your bed-surrounded by the sweet scent of you or if hes particularly starved, fucking one of your pillows or an article of clothing.
The most satisfying morsel you can give him in the midst of this is when you masturbate in your room. Ordinarily, Jack respects your privacy or he does his very best to anyway. But the moment he so much as catches a whiff of your arousal or a soft telltale sound...his ear is presseed to the door scrambling to free himself from his pants. With his shirt inbetween his teeth to keep himself quiet- as this is a very delicate and risky situation to play out, he's eagerly fisting his leaking cock to the soft lewd sounds passing from your lips and the wet squelching sounds from your toy or your fingers working your sex.
Should you moan his name however- that plays out very differently. He'll stuff his aching self away and gingerly push open the door saying he heard you calling. "Oh Sunshine...all you had to do was ask." He'll coo all so sweetly.
Incubus!Jack absolutely has a form he does his best to conceal with you until the dust and everything has stacked up neatly just as he'd endeavored. Curved horns that protrude from his silky tufts of hair, the base at his scalp is particularly sensitive and will have him purring for you in no time. A tail, and a forked tongue that he's eager to put to work on you, maybe some of his teeth are a little sharper but just a tinge (all the better to mark you with). Jack doesn't find his wings to be very practical so very rarily do you ever see them- only if he's particularly pent up or absolutely drunk on you does he lose the control.
Even a while after you both break the seal and give into falling into bed together, Jack takes some time to come clean out of worry. It happens a night while you're basking- exhausted, sticky, and spent-in your afterglow and catching your breath while Jack holds you close to his chest that you move to run your hands through his hair lovingly do you feel just the tips of his horns barely breaking the skin to pop out that you recoil and look at him-naturally confused and ask what that was.
Despite being full, so content from an immaculate meal and feverish lovemaking- Jack absolutely blanches. He'd been so so careful and in a lapse of laziness and post coital bliss, slipped up. Swallowing thickly, he'll turn his gaze to you and quietly, in that soothing loving voice, ask you not to be afraid and let him explain, his gaze is of a beggar-pleading for your patience and his once satisfied stomach now wrought with knots.
Slowly hell let the horns, tail, and wings unfurl from his body while hunched over in your bed with the sheets bunched around his waist. Jack is quietly pleading with you not to be afraid, that he would never do anything to hurt you--he was just worried that you'd...
You're the opposite of afraid though, surprised still, of course and at a loss for a words. Hesitantly you reach out to carefully ghost your fingers over these new to you appendages as though you're the one somehow worried about hurting him. Jack is holding his breath but dares to lean into your touch, looking at you so desperately you can't help but ache a little for how distressed he looks about it, about his appearance. The real him.
"Your truths make you... you." You parrot back to him, a quote he'd gifted you with moons ago as you soothingly trace your thumb over the markings on his cheeks. "And that's what matters." Paired with soft croons to him that you still adore him all the same, reassuring him on his appearance and that your feelings haven't changed makes Jack sag with relief against you.
The kisses he peppers you with quickly turn feverish again, from chaste to wanton. "I'm...so lucky to love you." Jack pants into your ear, dragging your body back to his to show you just how appreciative he is of your acceptance. Worshipping your body, showering you in words of praise, fucking you into the mattress until you're leaking of him and all the love he's now able to give you unbridled.
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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feel free to ignore this but ever considered an 80's camp counselor au would look like with Sunny Day Jack?
All I have to go off of is campy 80s movies lol so bear with me. Some nsfw further down.
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You're the laid back counselor, sure you like the kids well enough but honestly you're in it for the change of scenery and paycheck. The kids like you, you're pretty lax but hold them accountable and appreciate that you talk to them like people as opposed to kiddie talk.
"Look Peter, I know you didn't mean to but you're kinda being an ass to Abigail." The boy toes the dirt sheepishly before nodding, shoulders slumping with regret, "Go give a good apology and we'll call it square alright?" You shrug and he nods scurrying off to do so.
Obviously none of the kids narc on you for the way you speak, the way you treat them draws them closer and they're more willing to be honest with you in turn. You're absolutely favored by a lot if not most of the kids
Jack though? Jack was fucking built for this type of thing in every way. He's an idyllic counselor. He's always upbeat and optimistic, he dotes on the kids with genuine enthusiasm and care. He never shirks away from his duties and always finds enjoyment in them, be it cleaning up equipment, turn to cook, latrines, ect. Everyone adores him.
He's the welcome wagon when you first arrive to camp, greeting you warmly and offering to help you carry your bags with a boyish grin. He'll apologize to you, "I hope it's okay- we got bunked up togerher. I mean, if it's not I'm sure someone can switch." He offers quickly trying to gage how you feel about it but you just give an easy shrug, a nonchalant shrug and almost playful reminder for him to mind his p's and q's.
Joke's on you boo- as soon as Jack saw that grinning photo paper clipped to your info sheet, you were bunked with him. And conveniently even if you'd wanted, no other counselors would seem willing to change bunks. Even those who are clearly obvious in Jack. Whatevers up with that- you'll never know.
But he's the perfect roommate as far as you can tell, Jack is incredibly easy to get along with even if you rib him about his demeanor he'll just smile widely and say the two of you just balance each other well. You become fast friends, thick as thieves- Jack willing to share his dessert with you if you're so inclined, help you with your duties, ect. And you're so sweet and grateful about it it just encourages him further.
Jack is always on the roster with you for lifeguard duty and that's where the attraction starts. Or at least you start to notice the chemistry and attraction. Jack is always subtle about his glances and when to turn his gaze. Naturally sometimes you catch him and it's cute how he gets bashful and such. But obviously, mans is fucking stacked, he's BUILT. And it's on display in those red short shorts with the little lifeguard crest and shiny whistle around his neck.
He's happy to do the work and let you perch up high on the white chair high up, happier to help lift you on it, marvelling at how you feel under his hands. But if you'd rather opt to pull your fair share alongside him, Jack is more than happy for your company and will sling an arm around your bare shoulders as you walk along the beach together chatting and keeping an eye on the campers- some needing to be reminded not to go out too far or rough horse
Also imagine helping each other with sunscreen? You're a little flustered rubbing it onto Jack's back but he just absolutely melts into your touch with a little low groan, "You've got some magic hands there, Sunshine." And you're so grateful he can't see your face in that moment.
When it's your turn, if you're still rosy, Jack will fret if you've gotten sunburnt and insist on returning the favor- if you're comfortable of course and...well how can you say no? If anyone has magic hands- it's Jack. It feels less like applying sunscreen and more like a massage. There's an air of intimacy around the two of you throughout this exchange- a charged shift in the dynamic.
The kids, of course, pick up on this, and naturally tease you about it. Collections of "oooooo's" from the kids or "Jack and (Name) sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G" the whole spiel and you're both good sports about it, blushing and waving it off to the kids while casting each other an inquisitive "haha jk, unless...?" Sort of look, it's taken off from that point on.
The next time this bridge is gapped is at an after hours bonfire for the counselors to have amongst the adults after all the kids have been tucked away for the night. There's music being played on the stereo, snacks and marshmallows being roasted for smores, along with popcorn to hold over the fire, and some alcohol passed about. Jack politely abstains, some of nerves getting the better of him, but he doesn't judge you or the others should you choose to partake
As the night wears on, you catch a chill that Jack of course noticed and drapes his jacket over you, settling beside you on the log and wrapping an arm around you to pull you against him while you both lean towards the crackling fire. "Is this okay?" Jack whispers quietly to you and you simply snuggle against him in return, leaning your weight against him and tucking your head against his shoulder.
There's a few teases and knowing smirk from other counselors but it doesn't bother you nor Jack as you cuddle alongside the campfire. Eventually it's reduced to embers, everyone else tuckered out or drunk that you all part ways to your cabin. Jack helps you up, his arm slipping around your waist with relaxed ease on the walk back. There's a magnetism between you, a mounting of tension and unsure of who's going to break it.
After the pair of you return to the cabin- you aren't sure who acts first. All you know is your hands are yanking Jack by the collar of his shirt and his hands are in your hair as your lips collide fervently. The air feels warm and hazy as you softly mewl into Jack's mouth before he pulls away, kissing down the column of your neck, asking if he can take you to bed.
After this seal has been broken, you and Jack opt to share a bed rather than sleep separately, with your relationship comes the "mom & dad" jokes from counselors and "boyfriend & girlfriend" from the kids.
You're usually spotted together like before, now usually with Jack's arm slung around you or holding your hand. When it comes to completing tasks and chores well...suddenly they take a lot longer and require a lot more work.
You getting fucked up against the wall of the canoe and equipment shed, being eaten out before making dinner, sneaking away to be fingered or a blowjob in the woods, and some nights? After the moon is high in the sky and the camp silent in sleep- the pair of you sneak out to skinny dip
When camp comes to a close, it's definitely hard. Neither of you wants to end this summer romance, so you don't. Jack promises to drive out and see you, you promise to do the same. You exchange all information: phone numbers, addresses, ect. "I'll see you soon, Sunshine. I promise, I love you." He murmurs into your hair as he gives you a lingering tight hug before pressing a kiss to your lips. You're loathe to let him go, getting so attached to each other but you’ve no choice to start driving home.
It isn't long before the two of you plan your visits and a handful of months after bouncing back and forth- you decide to move in together. It works, seamlessly, as all things seem to with Jack.
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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What if Mc accidently said I love you to jack casually in conversation.
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It was just an ordinary Thursday evening, you had a day off and were puttering about your apartment catching up on chores. Jack, being the helpful sweetheart he was, insisted on lending a hand. "Teamwork makes the dream work." He chimed with a bright grin
To which you quipped back a simple little, "More hands makes less work." With an appreciative hum as you tackled scrubbing down the bathroom, cleaning out the kitchen (Jack being the champ of throwing out takeout containers or too old produce), Jack dusted the spots you couldn't reach while you cleaned the windows.
Even with such boring tasks, things you'd ordinarily procrastinate on and groan about, having Jack around to aid you just made it infinitely better. Life really was easier with him. Warmer with him at your side. To think you'd ever swoon over a grown man in primary colored getup and makeup helping you scrub your tile grout was...well...
The thought brings a chuckle to your lips. At present the sun as since set, an 80's playlist streaming in your livingroom as the pair of you fold basket after basket of clean laundry. Jack is absently humming along to a song he knows while folding your shirts and pairing your socks before handing you a completed basket to put away in your room. "Another one down, (Name)." He chimes with that same relaxed grin.
You take the plastic basket under your arm, getting on your tiptoes and kissing the marks on his cheek. "Thanks, Jack. I love you." You turn on your heel, disappearing down the hallway as the rustling of drawers and closet hangers sound while Jack watches you absolutely gobsmacked.
His face feels warm, warmer where he'd just felt your lips as a gloved hand absently raises as though attempting to hang onto the feeling. His face relaxes into a soft dreamy smile as the shock begins to fade and the flutter of joy takes hold. You said it just so easily, so matter of fact, Jack for a moment isn't sure if you meant to say it or not. Was it a real admission or just a slip of the tongue?
The blissful fuzzy feeling nearly drops hard at the realization that maybe it was an accident. Maybe you hadn't meant to, maybe you weren't ready, worse still-- what if it was a slip up and you absently had thought of Ian? Jack's smile falters and suddenly anxiety seeps into his pores, he inhales, exhales, collects and steels himself before padding down the hall after you.
You're tucking away shirts in drawers, hanging up hoodies, draping your pants where they belong when you hear Jack clear his throat in the doorway. He looks bashful and its almost a little comical how he takes up almost the whole space with his frame. "Hey...Sunshine?" He asks sheepishly, you look up in turn waiting his question and pausing your task.
"Did you...did you mean what you said? I-It's okay if y-..."
"Of course I meant what I said." You affirm and offer him a grin of your own, "I wouldn't have said it otherwise."
Jack can't contain the wide toothy smile that splits his lips, crossing the room to cradle your head in his hands to kiss you proper. Bliss and adoration, love, bloom warmth through every fiber of his being. Parting from your lips, Jack lingers while resting his forehead against yours and brushing his thumbs over the planes of your cheeks sweetly. He wants to bottle this moment in time, to save it away, to look back on it every day and cherish it. He doesn't even realize he's gone misty eyed until he feels the cuff of your sleeve swipe under his eyes.
"...is that okay?" You hold his gaze and Jack kisses the tip of your nose with the lovestruck smile never leaving his handsome features.
"Its more than okay... I love you too, (Name)."
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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I’ve been kinda down lately, and I thought of the question.
What would Jack do if Y/N were in any danger? Say like a person attempted to harm them, or tried to abduct them in real time? I’m really curious on what would go down-
I'm sorry to hear that boo. Ask box is open if you have more requests or my DMs if you want someone to vent to. Safe & judgment free
TW: attempted kidnapping, aggravated assault, gore ish?
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It goes without saying that the fact Jack is real, tangible, and corporeal to only you has more cons than it does pros. While Jack is known to fuss and fawn about you, he worries more than he'll ever let on. Under that sunny optimistic bravado is layers of worry and anxiety about your well being. He's very aware that the world can be a cruel and unforgiving place. People have bad intentions and he stresses over doing what he can to protect you from it.
It's a delicate line to walk, Jack doesn't want to smother you or scare you of course but I can absolutely see him as the type to gently encourage you getting something to defend yourself on the walks home from work. After all they make such cute options these days!! Whether you do or don't buy into investing in these items (real talk-- please do) it still doesn't do much to ease Jack's worries.
These fears are made made real, ripped right from his nighmares one evening when the pair of you are walking home from a shift at Popov's. A car approaching slowly from behind to roll up alongside you, Jack can feel you tense up, your hand slowly towards your bag and in a blink the car stops and a man approaches you. Gentle at first to attempt to persuade you into the vehicle, buttering you up with compliments, asking you out tonight. Its so bizarre and forward you're disgusted immediately. But when you decline and hasten your walk to your apartment with Jack eagerly ushering you along, you're struck with something hard and heavy at the back of your head.
What if Jack could possess others? There's this searing rage that boils in his veins, an absolute fury that he himself has never experienced before. And what follows...well- you have no idea. But it isn't pretty by any means. What Jack orchestrates is nothing short of slow and brutal torture of a man by his own hands. Those same vile hands that dared to reach out at you, dared to hurt you, it was likely for the best those hands be broken, right? Those covetous eyes that dragged over your body, that brain that carried such awful thoughts and ideas- whatever impulse or synapse dictated that attempting to harm you was a good idea needed to be snuffed out. Jack takes his time, his voice teasing and taunting his man and orchestrating mutilation...it's deserved of course. All Jack does, he does for you.
You're woken not long after, your head throbbing as you groan and hear Jack breathe a sigh of relief. "I was so worried you were concussed but...had to get us home as quickly as possible." You still look discombobulated, trying to get your bearings before you see Jack's face but your vision still swims a little. You could have sworn he had on more facepaint but maybe you're just seeing things. The two of you hurry home where Jack fetches the first aid kit from under the sink.
As you sit on the lip of the bathtub with your back to Jack as he gently sifts through your hair, cleaning away caked blood and the nasy gash at your head, the bleeding mostly stopped deep mottled bruising around where the impact was. Jack's heart breaks, sinking into the floor as he looks at it. If only he could do more to keep you safe, he'd been lucky this time and he'd do it without question again and again for you. He was happy to do it, enjoyed it even. There wasn't a lick of remorse for the decimated unrecognizable corpse he left behind. But for you? It was unfathomable tragedy. "...I'm...I'm so sorry Sunshine." Jack breathes shakily as he tends to your wound.
Your purse your lips and clench your jaw as prickles of pain erupt from his helpful handiwork. "No, you don't have anything to apologize for...you told me to get self defense stuff. I should have been quicker on the draw." You want to stay strong, you want this to roll off your back but your chest feels tight and your mouth feels bone dry. "...did...did anything happen? To me?" You're so afriad to ask but you're entirely unsure. You feel fine. Your clothes aren't fucked up. But you don't know what happened or how long you were out for.
"Oh no, no no no, Sunbeam. Nothing else happened to you." Jack answers quickly, and you know he's telling the truth. His hands fall from your hair to rub your shoulders with his large hands, thumbs pressing along the back of your neck the way you like.
"What did happen?" You ask quietly and Jack stalls for a moment, a mere second, that you thankfully don't seem to take notice of. Jack thinks back to the sight he left behind. Hands broken, crushed as bone splintered through the fleshy digits. Skull caved in, face brutalized into the interior under the hood that was pressed down impossibly tight. Those eye tho, Jack had made sure to rid of those though, that had been the first item on the list. Gruesome, sure but attacking you was an unforgivable act.
Leaning down, Jack peppers you with delicate kisses, his scent replacing the sterilized smell of rubbing alcohol and medicinal ointment as arms move to hug you to him from behind. "Nothing happened, Sunshine. Nothing you have to fret about. I'll keep you safe. I promise."
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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What would a perfect date be for Jack, Shaun, and Ian? Or just Jack if that's too much
Lol not too much babes, you can have it all here.
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It's difficult to go on traditional dates with Jack unfortunately but the pair of you make due and always still have a wonderful time together. I mean, C'mon it's Sunny Day Jack we're talking about here. Obviously at home dates are frequent- well planned dinners, spicy spa nights in the bath, movie or game nights, ect. You get creative as best the pair of you can and Jack is always so thoughtful when he plans these things.
That doesn't mean you don't enjoy things out and about in the world though. Places a little or significantly less crowded always work out best as you can have the little allowances of leaning against him, holding his hand, sneaking a kiss and some conversation. Places like the aquarium, park walks, things of the like.
With the aquarium essentially empty and the ethereal glow of the massive tanks, you hug Jack's arm to your chest. Pressing a kiss atop your head, Jack leans against you in turn- basking in this temporary semblance of normalcy. "This was a great idea, Sunspot. Thanks for taking me here." Jack hums contentedly. You pop up on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss and you can feel the quirk of his lips in a smile.
Should the circus come to town, the pair of you go. Sugary treats for you to sneak him bites of, you ride the rides-declining any stranger who offers to ride with you. Jack may not be able to win you prizes himself but that doesn't mean he can't help you. Standing behind you with an arm around your waist, he slides your feet with his own. His other hand holds your wrist to help show you the motion and trajectory to throw the ball and win the massive plushie hanging near the multicolored lights.
It's a little hard to focus, feeling his breath fan over your neck as he murmurs directions in your ear. You flush a little and your knees feel weak but Jack only chuckles. "Don't worry, Sunshine. Teamwork makes the dream work." And he helps you throw the ball, scattering all the needed pins as bright celebratory chimes and bells begin to ring. You're handed your prize positively glowing and Jack feels the warmth of your joy radiating onto him. As you walk through the park towards the ferris wheel to end your night, his arm is around your waist with his hand in your back pocket to give an affectionate squeeze.
Shaun
Shaun's ideal date would be a film festival of sorts, bonus if one of his projects is being shown. He's absolutely ecstatic to share this with you and his enthusiasm is infectious. You'll both get ready, dressed in whatever makes you feel confident as Shaun assures you this isn't some fancy affair but he's completely smitten with you and will be very open with public displays of affection; arm around your waist or shoulders, holding your hand, stealing smooches whenever he can.
You catch dinner at your shared favorite spot, splurging on a few cocktails or beers (if you drink) and chatting about his production or any others that look interesting. Needless to say hes touched and pleasantly surprised if you've been studying up on the event and the others/other films in attendance. "Woah, lookit you aficionado~." The grin on his face is from ear to ear and it makes you blush at the praise that follows.
At the showings themselves, there's not much shenanigans to be had- you both want to enjoy the films to their fullest. That doesn't mean you don't cozy up together during it though. Cuddled up with the occasional peck in the lulls of dialog. If it's one Shaun worked on, your full attention is on it to enjoy all his hard work in its fruition and Shaun can't help but steal glances. He's so lucky to have someone so supportive of him and his work, he knows a lot of this day was about him and he fully intends to show you how appreciative he is and how much he admires you- fully, later.
But--again if horror isn't your jam, Shaun would take you to a cat cafe. Joking that you both might make Moon Pie jealous upon returning home. But it's such a cute place and you make sure to bring something home for Moon Pie to enjoy. Granted, Shaun always adores how you dote on Moon Pie but it's still just so ridiculously cute to see you fawning over the cats or having multiple pawing for your attention. "Oh man, I should've known better than to wear black." You playfully groan, your shirt now absolutely covered in cat fur.
Shaun chuckles, untying his flannel from around his waist and drapes it over your shoulders. "You get used to it. But here, take my shirt." He winks. And goddamn if you don't look better in it than he does.
Ian
You've had years of dates with Ian. There's dates centered around him, dates centered around you, and dates that cater to you both. Healthy relationships are about balance and knowing eaxh other, keeping the fun and fire alive. I can imagine Ian being a classic romantic and any date he throughly enjoys or plans has elements of that in it.
The day starts with you sleeping in, Ian slipping out of bed and quietly getting dressed to tiptoe out of the house to run a few errands to kick this date of right. Going to the flower shop to get a beautifully arranged bouquet of your favorite flowers or if flowers aren't your forte, a pot of really adorably arranged succulents. Followed by a trip to the bakery for fresh cinnamon rolls and your preferred morning beverage; a specialty tea, artisan coffee, a vibrant smoothie, or fresh squeezed juice.
Getting back to the apartment he'll take care of the flowers and set breakfast aside to wake you. A gentle nudge to your shoulder and kiss to your forehead. He hates to disrupt you sleeping, you look so cute and cozy. Ian could easily be persuaded back into bed with you, to lounge lazily in bed with lazy kisses and honeyed words but the smell of cinnamon rolls is enough to rouse you after some time. It's a sweet surprise and he's rewarded with a barrage of sweet little kisses that have him blushing deeply with a warm feeling of pure love in the pit of his stomach.
Ian plans the date around the season; if its spring, a walk in the botanical gardens, summer is for a waterside picnic and maybe some live music at a local venue or bar, autumn you can bet is at a pumpkin patch or a nice little hike, winters mean going around looking at decorations and an attempt at ice skating. He may not be good but with an excuse to cling to you- a few bruises and laughs are worth it. The man has studied his romance movies.
As the night comes to a close, bursting at the seams of great memories made and spent in each other's company- you help each other into pajamas to snuggle up for the night. "I love you so much, thank you." You never really thought much of why he'd thank you but to Ian, he wouldn't be the man he is without you. And he swears by that.
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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"If they cheat, it's over. No exceptions."
[I was feeling sorta angsty. Quote from Letterkenny.]
It feels like ice in your veins. Your stomach felt like it dropped to the floor, your heart was beating rapidly which was frankly odd cause you swore you heard it break. Your phone is still in your hand and you aren't sure which is more shakey- your breathing or your hands. Probably both.
On the other side of the line there's an anxious pause. You don't know how much time has passed in the gap but the words that came prior are repeating on a spiteful loop in your head.
Ian's admission of guilt.
His betrayal of your trust.
The disregard for the relationship the two of you are in. Or were, rather.
You can almost hear him tearfully wringing the hem of his shirt. As if he had the right. You do hear him take in a shakey breath of his own. "...(Name)...? Are you okay?" Of course he knows you're still on the line based on your shallow breaths. You're walking a tightrope of keeping your composure as best you can but his question sends you careening over the line square into "fuck it" territory.
"Okay?! How...H-how could you even ask me that?" You burst and with that come the tears you'd tried so hard to keep at bay. "No, Ian--I'm not...just...how could you?" Distraught seeps into your voice, his name in your mouth suddenly feels like tar. Heart hammering in your ears, the outburst seems to have spurned you into action as you anxiously pace around the living room of your shared apartment.
The one he left.
He left you.
You'd been so supportive of his dreams and aspirations, sure it would have been difficult but you were willing to do the work to maintain it. You tried, asking for video calls or dates, sending cute check in texts, even a little home made care package that you'd saved money on to send. You pulled extra shifts in that candy coated froyo hell to make rent. And what did you get? A teary confession of cheating in the middle of the fucking night.
"I know! I know it was...it was so stupid of me, I know that I just...I mean, they don't mean anything to me. Not like you!" He's fumbling over his words, to do or say anything to try and smooth this over. Unsure what would work better; honesty or begging. But he's shit out of luck because you're uninterested in either.
A wry bark of a laugh, more of a scoff passes your lips almost immediately. "Fucking Christ, is that supposed to make me feel better?" There's another pause- you're unsure if he's too shocked to respond or not but you faintly hear rustling and a door click. There's a little more scrambling and a heavy exhale on the other line.
"...no, I mean...I know it doesn't make any of it any better." He's crying and trying to speak, though the guilt he feels is nothing compared to the wound Ian has given you. "I-I told you right away...I knew I fucked up." It was like getting punched, you didn't know if you wanted to scream or vomit.
Ian; the sweet, shy, sensitive boy you befriended as a kid. Who you'd walk to and from school with, have sleep overs and share snow days with. Ian, the boy you asked to the dance and spent the night swaying in his arms and gave your first kiss to. Ian, the man you moved into an apartment with- boxing up your things together and going decor shopping and dates with. Ian, the man who wanted to be an actor and performer so bad that even when it hurt- you supported that dream. And even when you gave him everything, even going to bat against his mom for him, it wasn't enough.
"...that sound just then...that was them leaving, wasn't it?"
"Wh-what?"
You sink into the cushions of your couch, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of the hoody you're wearing only to realize it's his. So much of the things in this space were his. You awkwardly shrug out of it as fast as you can and toss it somewhere on the floor. You recline back in the cushions, a strange exhaustion settling over you as you rest a hand over your puffy eyes.
"You should probably go after them, Ian. Clearly they've got more fucks to give than I can currently afford." You sound so tired, the cycle of emotions from start to finish is giving you whiplash. Rage, Hurt, Betrayal, Exhaustion, Anxiety...the list goes on and on.
"(N-Name) wait, please...please don't-"
"Don't what, Ian?? Do you really think I'm just going to forgive you because you told me? Do you really think sorry is gonna cut it?" You snap, a scowl pulling at your tear stained features. "You cheated on me. That's all there is to it."
"But I can fix it, I can fix us just...please, (Name)..."
Shaking your head you can hear him give way to crying again, apologies coming out of him in waves, saying nearly anything to try and right the wrong, to appease you, to just keep you on the line a second longer... but you gave him so much of your time already, didn't you? And all of that for however fucking long it took for someone else to warm his bed or him crawl into theirs- you don't think you could handle the specifics.
"No, I don't think you can. Goodbye, Ian."
"(Name), no no no, wait-please I love you, I lov-."
Beep.
Silence.
Well...for like five seconds until your phone lights up again with his name and face illuminated on the screen. A goofy selfie the pair of you took together on a date at a street festival. You used to love that photo but now it just makes bile rise in your throat. You put your phone on the coffee table face down and drag your feet to bed where hours later your sobs give way to sleep.
Ian clutches his phone in his hands, desperately calling over and over and when he eventually settles on leaving voicemails. Between sobbing into your voicemail box and spewing pleas and apologies- his voice is hoarse and somehow the tears keep spilling. He falls back onto his bed that suddenly feels too cold and too big. He's got nobody but himself to blame. He fucked it all up, he fucked you up, but there's still the faint glimmer of hope that maybe...maybe you can forgive him. Maybe he can show you how much he loves you.
How he's going to do it, Ian himself has no ideas and his head is pounding too much piece a coherent plan together. He loved you too much not to try. Ian runs his hands through his long auburn tresses with a broken cry as his lips peel back another sob, fresh tears pouring down his cheeks. He should sleep, he should try to sleep, but he cant. His skin feels oily from what happened, his sheets wont sit right on his bed- touselled from what happened not long ago and he pushes himself up.
Shoulders slumped, Ian rips the blankets and sheets from his bed, pillows falling unceremoniously from their cases, one smeared with a tinge of makeup and he drags himself over to dump them into the washing machine. He uses too much detergent even though it won't unsully the sheets you were with him to pick out. After its to the shower, stripping out of his clothes and standing blankly, hollow, before water the water starts. His mind is flooded with memories, how you'd help wash his hair, the occasional bubble bath you'd share, when he'd pepper you with kisses...
Ian is alone, everything is worse now. The breakdown resumes until the water runs cold and he redresses in pajamas and sleeps on the couch.
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sunnydayjackass · 2 years
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How would Jack react and do if he finds out, his Sunshine is deadpanned on leaving him without telling him because they've realized how dangerous he can be?
Apologies I don't have a great image for this currently. I might revisit this one later but this was all I could come up with for now:
But leave him? You can't. You wouldn't, right? Jack has imbedded himself into your life, your routine. It's a terrifying thing- confronting the empty abyss, the cold rejection, being unneeded...well Jack could make peace with that, you're a capable adult. But being unwanted? That's infinitely more difficult for him to fathom, to come to grips with. Jack simply will refuse to. Desperately so.
If Jack is unwanted, his existence is at risk.
What would you do without him? Sunny Day Jack, the guy who makes you pancakes, the guy who helped you repiece your spine after a bad breakup, the guy who's easily removed any obstacle that so much as gave you any grief and by whatever gruesome means necessary.
All that Jack does, he does for you. Out of pure unconditional love.
Why is that not enough?
Why don't you want him?
You don't need to tell Jack you're leaving him, he hears the thoughts in your head reverberate through his skull. He feels your terror, your fear, your disgust at his actions and all he can do is scramble to try and fix this. He can fix this, he's Sunny Day Jack! He's the good guy, he's a hero, he...he's nothing without you.
It's like speedrunning the stages with grief internally however acceptance is something that isn't negotiable to Jack. Begging, pleading, bargaining- Jack will do or say just about anything to get you to change your mind. He'll give you all his justifications for what he's done- pushing into your arms that his actions are and were for you and your benefit. As though you have a hand of blame. Isn't your life so much better with him? So much happier and simpler?
What would you do if you were left alone? Because without Jack- you will be. Shaun has his career, one that you took the backseat to in his priorities. The filmmaker's words can say so much but at the end of the day- you're second best at best. And Ian? He cheated on you, he did it once he can do it again. How do you even know this was the first time? Can you trust someone like that? Who will willfully hurt and abandon you too? Jack would never.
Jack treats you the way you deserve. Is it Ian's influence that's making you do this? Is it Shaun coming back into your life filling your head with thess newfound opinions? It's so much easier to blame others than himself. Because he's done everything right. He's a changed man, a better man, a clean man. His warmth is as abundant as his name suggests so why do you shy away from him so?
Don't put him back in the dark. Don't banish him back into torturous solitude and isolation.
Please don't force his hands. Jack will do whatever he has to cement his spot in your life, in your heart, in your brain. If it means making the difficult decisions on your part, well...maybe Jack just needs to assert himself as the sun and force you into his orbit.
Leaving is not an option.
It never was.
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