daddy!jack abbot who babies you so much itās embarrassing
daddy!jack who buys you a massive 120oz insulated water bottle ā complete with a matching strap so you can sling it over your shoulder ā because he noticed you donāt drink nearly enough water. yes you have to take it to work with you every day, no you cannot carry a smaller bottle (even if you promise to refill it consistently)
daddy!jack who shows up to ptmc hours before his shift is scheduled to start because you forgot your lunch on the counter at home, and no, picking at chips and candy from the vending machine is not going to cut it, because you cannot subsist off of sugary crap all day. if you happen to be busy when he strolls in, he drops the lunchbox off with dana and asks her to make sure you get it
daddy!jack who gives you ā a grown ass adult ā a bedtime, one that is strictly enforced even when heās at work. he knows if you get less than six hours of sleep before a shift youāre terribly fussy the whole day, and he reminds you that itās better for your body anyway. you let him put a time limit on your phone, one that locks all your social media apps down at exactly 10pm, and he promptly bids you goodnight via text seconds after. (you get to stay up til midnight on your days off, arenāt you lucky?)
daddy!jack who picks out your pajamas and lays them on the bed for you to change into after your shift ends. sometimes theyāre things you already had in the drawers, sometimes brand new, matching sets pop up out of nowhere, and sometimes he spreads one of his old t-shirts and nothing else out atop the sheets for you to find. those are your favorite kinds of days
daddy!jack who can only relax if youāre sat in his lap on his days off. it doesnāt matter if heās watching tv, reading a book, or dozing off ā he needs his baby, right where he can keep an eye on you, the whole time. sometimes ā who are you kidding, most of the time ā his thumb ends up in your mouth, resting in the dip of your tongue while your lips purse loosely around the knuckle, his other four fingers lazily cupping your jaw to hold you in place. you arenāt really sure how it happens, but it does, and it knocks you out cold in about 30 seconds flat
daddy!jack who picked up the habit of cutting your food into smaller pieces so long ago you arenāt really sure of when it started, and so is incapable of not doing it even when you have company. there was one time he invited robby over for dinner and, upon realizing that jack was, unprompted, cutting your steak and potatoes into teeny-tiny bites, gave him a strange, bewildered look. you snatched the plate away before whatever question heād been gearing up to ask could leave his mouth, and jack, clearly stuck on autopilot, just snickered
daddy!jack who has to lock up your toys when he goes to work, okay? he just has to. he knows you canāt help yourself, canāt keep your thoughts and hands from wandering while heās not there and, well, itās just so much fucking fun watching you squirm as he shuts every vibrator and dildo you own (which is a fair amount) into a lockbox, and stuffs the only key into his scrubs pocket. itās not good for you to just stay home fucking yourself stupid all night, anyway, yāknow, and you canāt even do it right, not like he can, so heās just doing what he knows is best for his baby. heāll take care of you once he gets home, you just have to be patient, yeah? unless, of course, your panties are already a mess by then ā then heāll have to assume you disobeyed him, and that simply wonāt do.
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