authors note: just a lil sum sum for my man since i haven’t written anything for him in a while 🤗 + blurb is inspired by this pic
“jack please back away from the screen before your big headed ass goes cross eyed.” you told him as you sat on the couch watching your tv show.
the side eye he gave you was almost as bad as yours, “what show you watching?”
“vanderpump rules.”
“what’s it about?” he said purposefully dragging his feet across the floor to annoy you, watching as he plopped down on the spot next to you, before laying his head on your thigh, on the large couch placed in your living room.
“boy, you’re not about to interrupt me while i’m watching my show.” you said glancing down at him.
he smacked his lips as he sat up, resting on his elbow, “first off,” he said fully sitting up. he held his finger up by your face as you just looked at him. “and second of all, girl, i can bother you all i want.”
you laughed and moved his hand out of your face, “okay, you’re not about to bother me while i’m watching my show.” you said reaching for the remote, but not before he lays his entire body on top of you.
you started laughing as you just laid there, “you need to get off me.”
“nah, cause you think i’m playing with you girl.” he said, his kentucky accent noticeable.
“you must think this is a game huh.”
“y/n, swear to god, you push me off this couch i’m taking your ass with me.” he warned you, you knew he’d do it if he wanted to.
nothing but silence momentarily filled the air, “that’s what i thought.” he said before getting off you, you quickly tried to lightly kick him, but he moved out the way in time.
he swiftly, in one move, slapped your ass as the smack echoed loudly. you screamed as your hands quickly came to the spot to cover it.
“got that ass! next time you try and hit me, it’s gonna be something completely different.”
“whatever, just be lucky my foot didn’t connect.”
“whatever my ass y/n, you’re just mad cause you can’t get me back. i’m too quick.” he said as he shrugged.
“jack, baby, shh. thank you! i love you stink!” you said, turning up the volume to the tv.
Is it okay if you do something where jack is really stressed and ends up getting mad at his toddler?
i didn't love the way this turned out, but i hope you enjoy!! thanks for your request!
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Jack had been more than overwhelmed lately. The days leading up to his album deadline had been full of ups and downs that were hard to deal with. You did your best to keep your daughter, May, off of his hands on his busy days, but it was a little tougher to work around when your schedule got busy, too. May was an entirely innocent little girl, she was well-behaved, despite her few tantrums.
You were out for lunch with your newly-engaged friend, leaving May with her father for a few hours in the afternoon. May was looking forward to a day with just her father. She had already planned out in her head what she wanted to do- have breakfast, color some pictures, and maybe even make strawberry cupcakes.
The day started off how she expected, she had breakfast with her daddy and it was all just fine until he got a phone call. Jack sat her down on the barstool next to him as he looked at the phone call from Neelam.
“Yo,” Jack answered, playing with his daughter’s ponytail.
“Hey, Jack. I’ve got some... news.”
“Yeah, go ahead.” he furrowed his eyebrows and Neelam hesitated before speaking.
“Jack, one of the songs lost about two minutes of audio during post.”
“How the fuck did that even happen?” Jack groaned and Neelam made a defeated noise.
“The team is doing everything we can, hopefully we can still retrieve, but I wanted to give you the heads up.”
“How am I supposed to redo that? I’m booked nearly every day for the next two weeks and I’m not going to have time to.”
“I know that, Jack, I do, but-”
“Who was in charge?” Jack stood from the counter and left May at the counter with a bowl of Lucky Charms.
“Daddy?”
“May, give me ten minutes, baby, okay? Finish your breakfast and chill for a few.” he said dismissively, walking through the living to turn the TV onto Daniel Tiger.
May huffed at Jack before shoving her cereal bowl aside and hopping down. Her favorite thing in the world was having breakfast with Jack because instead of his usual hefty breakfast, he’d sit down and eat the sugary cereal she loved so much and he’d always give her cereal in a huge bowl she would never finish.
After a few minutes of staring down the hall and waiting for Jack to return, she hopped off the barstool and went into the closet to pull out a few pieces of paper and some markers. Her plan was to lure Jack back for arts and crafts when she showed him a pretty illustration.
Although May got distracted by Daniel Tiger a few times, she made a nice portrait of the kitten she saw walking. It was only two black ovals with four straight lines sticking out, but she was quite proud of herself. She was about to go back and show Jack, but when she heard his loud groan of frustration, she felt bad and decided something nicer would help.
Being the kind soul she was, she carefully drew stick figures of her and Jack at the basketball game they went to a few days ago. That was the last time she got to spend a decent amount of time and she loved every minute of it. As she replayed the few hours of that outing, she decided to draw the moment he put her on his shoulders as confetti was released in celebration.
She skillfully finished the picture with little blots of different colors to represent the confetti before running back down the hall to Jack. May was more than excited to show him and put him in a better mood. Seeing her always worked for him, any time he had a frown on his face, once May gave him a hug, he felt all better. Surely, she thought, having another painting to put on the walls of his office would relieve him of his worries.
With two quick knocks and a happy smile, she opened the door with the piece of paper behind her back and Jack looked up unhappily. The phone he had against his ear was one that she wasn’t allowed to play games on and the look on his face told him she better not ask to use the other one.
“Daddy, don’t be mad anymore. I made-”
“May, didn’t I tell you to sit down?” he grumbled, causing the little girl’s face to falter.
“I will, I just-”
“And what the fuck is all over your shirt?!” he slammed his phone down and walked over to her. “Why’d you have markers without permission? If you got anything on the carpet, I’m going to be mad.”
“Daddy, look!”
“I’ll look at it later.” Jack sighed, turning around to go back to his phone call. “Now, I need you to just go and sit down until your mother gets home.”
“But, Daddy!” she whined, stomping her foot and Jack lost his temper.
“Didn’t I say go sit down?! What’s so hard to understand about that, huh?!”
The yell that came from Jack’s throat scared her enough to make her drop the paper and send it fluttering to the hardwood floor. He’d never spoken to her like that, not even when she broke a vase in the store that she heard you say was expensive.
“Sorry, Daddy.” her little chest puffed out in the beginning of a sob, but Jack didn’t seem to notice.
She ran from his office before he could say anything else to her, straight to the living room to make an attempt at cleaning up her mess. She quickly threw everything into its designated places back into the closet she got it from and closely inspected the carpet for signs of marker.
When there wasn’t any, she sat down on the couch and cried to herself. Any other time, Jack would’ve come out to apologize if he upset her in the slightest, but now she was under her favorite blanket all to herself and trying to figure out why something so simple had gotten her reprimanded so heavily.
You came home a little earlier than you planned to when Neelam sent you a text about some of Jack’s album work going left. Your husband was a perfectionist through and through, which meant that you would have your hands full with having to talk him through his crisis. What you expected the least, though, was your baby girl with only her toes sticking out from beneath a Hello Kitty blanket and the sound of loud sobs.
“May, honey?” you approached her with concern and she looked from under the covers. Your heart immediately sank because you couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen her like this. “Oh, bug, what’s the matter?”
“D-Daddy is so mean, Mama!” you sat next to her on the couch and began to wipe her tears and kiss her cheeks.
May had been navigating emotions, so sometimes when you and Jack had to parent her, it didn’t result in the best adjectives, but given her current state, calling Jack ‘mean’ didn’t seem too misplaced.
“What do you mean, baby?” she continued to cry and clutch onto your skirt. “I believe you, but can you tell Mommy what Daddy did, so she can make it better? Just calm down.”
She took a few deep breaths with you and you began to stroke her hair. “Daddy was... mad because he had his work phone and I tried to make him feel better with a picture of us, but he yelled at me. Said to sit down and he said a bad word, Mama! You said not to say bad words.”
“I did say that, and Daddy shouldn’t have done any of that, right?”
“Mmhmm. It hurt my feelings.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I think Daddy’s just having a bad day today and he’s not handling it the right way.”
“He needs to count to four.”
“He sure does. And I’ll go tell him that, too.”
She nodded before she spoke. “I missed you, Mama.”
“I missed you, too, bug.” you took her into your arms and left a few kisses that made her giggle. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy.”
You sighed as you stood from the couch to go to Jack’s office. You were sure that once you bought his actions to light, he’d be more upset at himself than anything. You didn’t knock before entering Jack’s workspace, which earned you a glare, but nothing further. You moved the papers that had scribbles of verses on them and sat down in their former spot while staring up at Jack.
“My wife just got in and it looks important, so can I call you back?” there was a pause on Jack’s end before he set the phone down and looked at you tiredly. “Neelam call you?”
“Yes, she did and I’m glad she did because we need to talk.”
“About what?” you sighed and licked your lips.
“May. I don’t know when you yelled at her, Jack, but you hurt her feelings bad. She was crying under her blanket.”
“I’ll apologize once I get this all sorted, baby, but this is all crazy.”
“You yelled at her and you’ve never yelled at her, J.”
“I raised my voice.”
“No, she’s heard a raised voice with good reason. My baby is downstairs in tears, Jack. She was just trying to give you this.” you held up the piece of paper that you found on the floor and Jack took it in his hands. Once he deciphered what she drew, you could see the guilt cross his face.
“Fuck.” he breathed out and made eye contact with you. You stood up and got closer to him, enough to make sure he wouldn’t break away from your glance.
“She’s just a little girl who we’ve taught to be kind and respectful and that’s just what she was trying to do. I know you didn’t mean to, but we have to think about how that’s going to affect her if we hold off on owning up to when we’re not. You and May have the healthy relationship that I have always wanted for my babies and it’s your job to keep it up.”
Jack nodded, running his hands through his hair. “I swear I didn’t mean to hurt her feelings, baby. I love May more than anything.”
“I know, baby, it’s why I’m not upset. I just want to make sure you understand.” you rubbed his shoulders and Jack nodded once more. “I love you and I love May. I want my family to be happy, that’s all.”
“I love you, too. I’m going to spend the rest of the day with May, so you just get comfortable, baby. Have a day to yourself.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear.” you kissed his cheek with a smile. “And we’ll talk later on about this all, if you want.”
“Thank you, baby.”
Jack eventually made his way back to the living room where May turned her head at the sound of footsteps. She first assumed it was you until she saw the tall figure. He wasn’t so intimidating with a pout on his face and a pair of Christmas pajama pants, but May still tensed.
“I didn’t make a mess, Daddy.” she whispered and Jack swallowed as his stomach dropped.
“I don’t care about a mess, May. I came to apologize for what happened.” he kneeled in front of her and she raised her eyebrows curiously.
“Apologize?”
“Means to say sorry. I want to say sorry for yelling at you and getting mad when you were just trying to do something nice for me. I shouldn’t have treated you that way, nobody should treat you that way.” he spoke firmly.
“Then why did you?”
“Because, and this is not at all a good reason, but some big stuff happened at work and I’m mad that a very special song I made for you got messed up. Daddy’s not mad at you for even a minute, May, I’m mad at that. Do you understand?”
“You’re mad at work and got mad at me?”
“Yeah. It wasn’t your fault and you weren’t doing anything bad, so I shouldn’t have yelled.” he looked at her in a survey of understanding and she nodded. “I am the sorriest I have ever been, May.”
“I forgive you. I’m sorry you were mad.”
“Thank you for forgiving me.” he kissed her cheek when he pulled her into his lap. “Now, what do you want to do since I'm so sorry?”
“Mmm, can you take me to ride my bike at the park?”
“I’d love to do that.”
“And then get ice cream?”
“Strawberry.”
“Duh.” she giggled and Jack laughed back. “And then can we watch Princess and the Frog?”
“My favorite!”
“No, it’s my favorite, Daddy!” she squealed and Jack stood up happily.
“Can we share?”
“Mmhmm.” she decided, wrapping her arm around his neck as he voyaged up the stairs.
“Let’s put on some real clothes, so we can have a really good day today.”
“Alright!” she scrambled down Jack’s side and he went into her room. “Oh, and Daddy?”
“Hmm?” he hummed back before going to her closet for an outfit.
“You can’t bring your work phone, so you don’t get angry. It’s May only.”
“Only you, May baby." he agreed, causing her to smile wide.
What do you think boyfriend Jack is like? SFW and NSFW!
*cracks knuckles*
Nsfw content ⚠️
Sfw-
Clingyyyyy oh boy you can’t even go to the bathroom by yourself without him just trying to sit on the counter.
Cuddly, this man wants to be in your skin at all times. You’ll be cooking and he just wraps his big body around you.
Protective, if anyone thinks they can get with you or fuck with you, they’re mistaken.
He checks up on you a lot! Like if he’s going on a trip and won’t see you for a bit he’ll text you making sure you’re hydrated, that you’ve ate, that you’re doing okay. If he doesn’t like any of the answers you give him he’s ordering things to your door so quickly.
Random pics, your whole relationship is probably documented on his phone tbh
Nicknames, you both love giving each other nicknames even if they don’t stick for long
Humor!!! Jack is always making you laugh and it definitely is part of why you love him so much
Nsfw
This man is the definition of experimenting, he wants to try everything with you.
He loves jealous sex, the chance to let you know you’re his and he’s yours is just never taken for granted.
Praise kink, it goes both ways. He loves to hear how good he’s making you feel and vise versa
Breeding kink, god this man loves telling you how he’s gonna fill you up and give you his babies.
He has a daddy kink idc. “I ain’t answering unless she calls me big papi” that man will take that lyric to heart and there’s times where he won’t respond unless you call him daddy.
Cum play, he loves to cum all over you, or help guide it back into you with his fingers.
Rough sex, he likes it but he definitely has his limits. He never wants to cause you actual pain or even think about it.
Slow sensual sex, he goes all out for times like these. Especially when it’s for you. He has a decorated bath tub and bedroom ready for you with candle lighting and calming aromas.
You don’t have to answer this but Jack being in an interview or something while you’re making dinner and you can’t get a jar open so you accidentally interrupt his interview just to have him open it for you
"Jack can you...." You were already half way into his office once you heard the voices through his computer and realized he was doing an interview. "Oop, you're doing a interview, sorry lovey” making an awkward face you back up into the doorway to let yourself out.
"It's okay baby, it's just Sway. Come say hi" he smiled at you motioning you to go to him (yk the hand movement hehe.)
You went over to him and his hands went to your waist pulling you onto his lap. Once Sway saw you he wasn't holding back, asking you anything and everything about yours and Jacks relationship. Although you never minded to talk about your relationship with Jack, you were also thinking about the pasta that was probably burning at this point since it had been 10 minutes.
"Oh, what did you need honey?" He said looking up at you smiling. He gave you a couple kisses on the cheek while rubbing his hands up your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze.
"I was gonna ask if you could open this for me" you said shyly while leaning over to grab the jar of pasta sauce.
He smirked taking the jar from your hands and easily opened it causing you to roll your eyes at him.
"Thank you smush" you said as you ran your fingers through his beard under his chin while giving him a kiss 🥰
Idk why but I felt a calling to this so I did it. Please be nice to me this is my first ever thing I’ve written like this 😭. I also wanna say a special thanks to my bestie @harlowsfreckles for giving me the confidence to post this and helping me with my grammar errors. She’s the best and I love her.
You take Jack to a family reunion, and end up falling in love with him even more.
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“Y/n baby!” Your aunty called, “come help me in the kitchen!”
“I’ll be back in a second, my love,” you smile, kissing Jack’s cheek.
He smiled fondly as he watched you make your rounds hugging everyone and laughing. It was loud and there was so much going on, but he loved that.
“Are you Y/n’s boyfriend?” A boy asked as he plopped onto the couch.
“Yeah, I’m Jack.”
“How old are you?” He questioned, completely ignoring that last part. “I’m 9.” Another stated.
“Not you, butthead!”
“MOM!”
“Hey! Be nice to each other!” You scolded, rolling your eyes playfully to Jack.
“I’m 23.”
“That’s old, you’re older than Y/n.”
***
You and Jack had 15 minutes to eat and spend some time together, before you were whisked away and immersed into going out to the garage with your grandpa. He didn’t mind though, he loved that you were so happy to be around your family, and he was enjoying himself. Your family was so welcoming, and the kids had taken quite a liking to him.
“Jack! Come to the trampoline!” Layla called.
“Play block?” Ryan lisped.
“Is your hair actually curly, or did you curl it? Are those real diamonds? How much money do you have?” The young boy really had no sense of personal space, touching over Jack’s hair and clothes as he spewed questions.
He chuckled exasperatedly as he looked between the backyard, floor covered in toys, and the boy sitting basically on top of him. He decided he’d answer all the questions while he helped the 1 year old on the floor stack his blocks.
“Yes my hair is real,” he laughed, “yes those diamonds are real, and none ya business!”
“Are you gonna ask Y/n to marry you?”
“For sure, one day.”
“Block!” Ryan smiled, handing Jack all the blocks he could fit in his tiny hands.
He gently took the blocks into his own hands and splayed them out in front of the boy.
“Juck,” he cooed, pointing at him.
“Jack, yes.”
“Bear,” Ryan whined.
“Bear?”
“M’bear,” he pouted softly.
“Where’s your bear, little man?”
“Mama!”
Now, the room was filled with potential mothers. And he really didn’t want to go wondering around asking for Ryan’s mom and end up embarrassing himself. So he picked up the boy, rested him on his hip, and set off to find his way to the garage.
And fuck, if the sight of your boyfriend with a smiley baby on his hip doesn’t make you weak in the knees.
“Hi!” you coo, wrapping him up in your arms.
“Bear!” Ryan begged.
“You want your bear? Lemme go get it for you, baby,” you smiled, gently handing him back over to Jack.
You walked back in with the bear behind your back and a big smile on your face, “guess what I have!”
“Bear! Thank Y/n!” Even though he completely butchered your name, his pronunciation was still adorable.
***
At the end of the night, when you were ready to take Jack back to go back to your parents house to settle down for the night; you found him in the play room. Asleep on the plush carpet, toys surrounding him. His head lay on a stuffed bear, Layla snuggled into his side with a blanket nested in her arms, Ryan’s arms around his neck and little body laying on his chest, and some other kids scattered around him.
“Juck,” Ryan whispered, placing his tiny hand on Jack’s cheek.
“Hm?”
“Y/n,” he pointed to you.
“I couldn’t find you,” you giggled, “you ready to go? Or you wanna stay for a bit?”
“I’m fu- exhausted.”
You couldn’t help but coo at the way Layla whined when Jack left, or the way Ryan cried once he could no longer see his new friend.
“They really love you Jack,” you confessed, “all of them. All saying how sweet you are, and how good looking you are. Especially the kids, they love their Uncle Jack.”
“I love them to mamas, nowhere near as much as i love you, but I do love them. Felt so welcomed. That Ryan is fuckin’ cute man, ‘Juck.’” He smiled fondly.
