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“why’d u stop :((“

“..they’re staring at me.”

he turns them to face away then goes back to rearranging ur guts

YES and i should say this bc Jack is the same but in a completely different way. Pope doesn’t like the staring, but Jack knows they’re your babies. which means they’re his babies.

throwing your heavy bag by the door, you pout as you take in the comfortability of your shared home. lower back aching, feet sore from standing & eyes pulling shut with exhaustion, it’s a relief to see a freshly awoken jack. he’s getting ready for his shift, tying his scrub pants with his toothbrush in his mouth when he hears you trudge up the steps. “hey baby” he casually drawls, brushing his teeth and almost not paying attention. almost.

he notices you don’t answer, and is greeted by the sight of you face down in your shared bed instead. you’re slipping quickly as you pout, “hi daddy, missed you.” “missed me?” “yeah” “yeah? you know daddy loves you? hm?”

you nod sleepily, eyes falling shut when he brings his hand up to scratch at your hair. “take a nap for me, honey” “oh no jackie i can’t, i have so much to d-“ “wasn’t asking baby, c’mon, doctor’s orders” lifting you up by your armpits, unclasping your bra and sliding off your work clothes until you’re in nothing but a pair of panties.

jack pulls the comforter over you with a soft kiss to your forehead, “go t’sleep baby, i’ll come give you a kiss before i leave. kay?”

like he knows it soothes you before bed & gets you extra comfy, so he does it every night(or whenever you’re having anxiety) without a second thought!

and he doesn’t just scratch the same place over & over until it’s raw— no, that’s lazy, and jack abbot is never half-assed when it comes to you.

Hello friends 💗Thank you all for your continued support. I am very sorry to tell you that we recently experienced heavy shelling near us.

As a result, we lost everything. My handmade crochet work was burned and destroyed, and now I have to raise money again to buy the basic supplies I need, including crochet hooks, yarn, and threads.

The prices have become extremely high. Right now, I need only $200 to purchase the essential materials and start creating new pieces again.

You can see my previous work on my crochet Instagram page, and you are welcome to message me there if you would like.click here

Please support me in any way you can. If you cannot donate, please consider sharing my story and talking about it with others.

Even $15–$20 could make a real difference in my life.

Thank you for your kindness and support. ❤️

You can watch the video of the shelling through this link.

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These are some of my previous handmade creations. I miss being able to make pieces like these again.

like you’re sat on your bathroom sink, boxing him in with your thighs and he stands in betwen them. gasping into eachother’s mouths and you’re basically sobbing into his. eyebrows furrowed, sock clad feet trailing against the backs of his thighs and sides of his ass.

you’re both warm and cozy from a shower, in that warm romantic headspace that leaves you shaking and needier than usual. holding him to you by his triceps, his hands planted flat on the porcelain next to you. literally crying as he pulls in and out of you, wet squelches and tears pooling onto his tummy and chest, respectively.

he’s soooo close, his breath always tends to hiccup when he’s right there. in these moments, he gets just as clingy as you— wants to know you’re here & with him. “k-kiss me- ah fuck- kiss daddy. kiss your jackie.,” he mutters against your lips, swallowing deeply as he opens his mouth to rest against yours.