Leigh-Anne Presenting The MOBO Awards 2021

devon aoki photographed by mikael jansson for dutch magazine, november/december 200

anon im not country or from the south but i’ll try 😭

AH rubbing your nips against each other and the piercings catch occasionally and it feels so good even Bakugou can't keep his moans in KAKMA

## new match ! -> pierced pretty.

— re: katsuki bakugou.

— a/n: i had to turn this into full thirst bc your brain im </33 dizzy with this idea !!!

— cw: smut, mdni 18+, creampie, nipple piercings, nipple stimulation, implied multiple orgasms, implied overstimulation, katsuki is a needy dom who begs, fem!reader.

— wc: idk bc i wrote this in tumblr drafts lmao, living life on da edge.

oh cause bakugou would already have sensitive nipples, but throwing fresh piercings into the mix drives this poor guy absolutely insane !!!

usually you could make him cum just by playing with his sensitive buds alone, flicking them with your tongue or twisting them with a finger and thumb while you’re on top makes a foggy haze sit over his brain— making bakugou stupid with lust to the point where he can only tell you to shut up between breathy whines...so in the weeks after he gets them pierced bakugou is on the fucking edge of creaming his pants no matter where you are.

while they heal, poor baby has to be extra slow throwing a shirt on in the morning— because if katsuki rushes, the fabric hits his nipple piercings just right and makes is soft cock twitch to life and a shudder run down his spine. it’s even worse for bakugou when he’s at work, fighting back a gentle while training with the number one hero ( deku ) and practically struggling through a dry orgasm during an interview with reporters on national television after taking down villains.

you laugh at him for weeks about it, teasing the blonde until his cheeks are red as his eyes about all the boner’s he’s popped over his sensitive nipple piercings. he’s definitely all pouty about it, mumbling ‘s’your fuckin’ fault anyways. better fuckin’ take care of it,” breathily into your neck when he makes you jerk him off after a day of suffering. because it’s easier for him to blame you and putting the idea of matching nipple piercings into his head than for him to accept that he likes having his tits played with as much as the next guy.

when they are actually healed, bakugou’s ripping your clothes off— begging you to touch him, aching for you to feel him up. “fuck, please fucking touch me,” he’s stammering as soon as your hands touch his body, probably has you in his lap with his cock bruising your insides already :(( leaking everywhere because he’s unbelievably turned on by you twisting his nipples. “fuck, baby, play with ‘em more,”

and even though bakugou’s the one in charge; lifting his hips to pound your tight cunt, obscene squelching sounds swirling through the tight, hot air between your bodies— he can’t help but whimper against the crook of your neck, sweat on his cupid’s bow as colourful language escapes him.

a muscled arm wraps around your waist, large palms gripping your ass cheeks to bounce you over his cock until your eyes cross and fire pulses through either of your veins. you can’t focus on his words, like static in your ears underneath the dopamine and serotonin pulsing in your brain with every kiss the tip of bakugou’s cock pressed to your g-spot.

“k-katsuki, suki, i can’t, s-slow down!”

you beg, tears in your eyes and heavy lust in your brain— in reality you don’t want him to. how could you ask him to? when strings of thick arousal and milky precum connect your exhausted bodies. your poor pussy is raw and soaked through and katsuki is nowhere near close to finishing...not when you haven’t played with him yet.

“just fuckin’,” he simpers, hot against your flesh and for a second you think you can feel the chill drops of his tears against your shoulders. katsuki takes your hand, trailing it between the sticky plains of your bodies to his pert and pierced nipples, letting you thumb the metal bar that slides through them. “—here, play with me like that just— just like that, f-fuck. you know how i like it baby,”

“like...like that suki?” hot whispers slip from between your lips, smaller-than-his hand brushing over his hardened pink buds, tweaking them as best you can when your bodies are pressed flush against one another. bakugou hisses, broken in by obscene claps of his balls against your ass before he slows you to a grind— pulling you back and forth and back and forth on his swollen cock as though not to forget about your pleasure.

and then he shudders, oh god he shudders. his entire body, lean and muscled from his work on the field shakes beneath you, thighs locking, previous releases fighting to escape your tight cunt and pooling onto the couch below you. all this is for you, because of the way the pads of your cool fingers press into his flesh and the way your own pierced nipples catch on his when he fucks up into your addictive heat.

katsuki nods, barely noticeable, unlike the way his cock twitches inside of you. “like that, again baby...more, please,”

you’re wetter than wet at this point, tummy slick from your own juices or katsuki’s cum? you can no longer tell— doing your best to flick at the bars in your boyfriend’s tits as he starts up a rough pace all over again. your chest bounces with his rough and mismatched thrusts, bakugou close to blowing his load every time your piercings brush against one another. he’s getting erratic, uncontrollable as he uses your body like his own personal fucktoy.

“suki, suki...s’too much, ‘m gonna cum—!” you cry, losing your grasp of bakugou’s chest to steady yourself, the burn in your lower belly becoming too much for you to handle.

you’re gushing before you can stop yourself, the cord snapping while bakugou bucks up into you at feverish pace, ignoring how your release sloshes messily between you both and fills the air with the scent of sex. he’s too far gone, chasing his own release that you could give him from stimulating his rosey nipples. “‘m not gonna stop, can’t fuckin’ stop, can’t fuckin’ stop,” the blonde chants, words sliding over the saliva that pools on his tongue. “c’mon baby, be good f’me, fuck this cock, play with me here, fuckin’ hell,”

you’re tired, slumped over with your pussy fluttering and leaking all over the place, but do your best to help katsuki along, finding the energy in you to twist his nipples and play with his piercings until his red eyes are crossed and he’s drooling against your hot skin. his dick bulges in your tummy, sending shock waves through your weak and fucked out body.

but you can take it, you’re his good girl and you owe it to him, ‘specially after you’ve coaxed him into this nipple piercing fest. you know he’s sensitive there, you knew this would make him go crazy with savage lust— so the least you could do was sit on his fat cock as it pushes against your walls and presses up on nerves and pleasure spots you’d never even known about.

the least you could do is let katsuki bakugou tremble and shake and claw at your back as he creams inside your sweet little pussy— filled to the brim as you lock his aching cock in, feeling it pulse with the ropes of cum that paint your inner walls. all because of the nipple piercings you’d somehow convinced him to get.

bakugou sobs, chest sore and red, entire body caked in sweat while the world blurs behind his eyes until his high is over, your name written like a prayer on his lips.

a silent thank you to whichever god told him to get his nipples pierced.

002; 'my life would suck without you' sequel

synopsis: after your huge fight with jack he does everything he can to make you feel better

The argument played in your head as you stared into space. You knew you overreacted and you wanted to take back everything you said but it was too late.

Tears pricked your eyes and you lazily pulled your comforter over you hoping it would shield you from all your problems.

A knock met your bedroom door and all the anxiety you felt before struck through you.

"Y/n can we talk?" You heard jack's muffled voice through the door call out to you.

You laid there in fear but you knew it was better to talk it out now than later.

"Come in." Jack came right in with no hesitation and shut the door behind him.

"Listen..I know you've been feeling- you don't know what I've been feeling." You cut him off.

"Your right I don't. I really, really don't.." he inched closer to your spot on the bed.

"Remember when I was having trouble writing lyrics for the album and I didnt feel like going to the studio?" Jack asked you.

"Yeah. That happened more than once." You chuckled tiredly and sat up on the headboard of the bed.

"And you always showed up for me. Now I would really love to show up for you if you'll let me." You took his hand and softly caressed the ring on his finger.

"I'm not going anywhere y/n. Your stuck with me." He smiled and caressed your tear-stained cheek.

"Why are you being so nice to me? I've been fucking awful to you." You asked as you leaned into his touch to hide the tears that threatened to spill.

"I can handle it." You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Hey I got you something." He gave you a bag of kfc which made you look up at him with a pout on your face.

"My life would suck so much without you jack." You laughed and pulled out the items he got for you and him.

WATCH YOUR MOUTH; jack harlow

"It's the way you embarrassed me last night and don't even have the balls to apologize." You said aggressively folding your clothes.

"Things happen y/n! I was caught up with work and couldn't make it." He said running his fingers through his curls.

"You say that every time like it's a valid excuse! You couldn't send me a quick text to let me know you wouldn't make it so I wasn't sitting there looking like a fucking idiot?" You said getting more and more pissed off.

"So your mad i'm doing my job? How do you think i'm able to afford all these nice things? Take you out on dates? That money doesn't just come out of my ass." He said trying to find every reason to drop this.

"Bro I fucking work just as hard as you do and I still make time for you!" You yelled getting up to walk out the room.

He grabbed you harshly by your wrist, forcing you to look at him.

"I don't give a fuck how mad you are chill with that dumb shit. I'm not one of your little friends." He said inching closer to your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the way he manhandled you.

"I can say whatever the fuck I want to say." You said challenging him.

"You think this is funny? We'll see who abouta be laughing after i'm done wit'chu." He said throwing you on the bed.

boss katsuki in his agency ordering people around and overseeing work. always wears a black t-shirt with his name printed in his breast (his merch), chunky black boots that make him an extra inch taller and his black cargos as his uniform while everyone else is in office attire. lots of pointing and snapping demands and reading through documents and looking at graphs on screen. all the interns and his workers are a little terrified of him, they try to say the just right amount to get a decent response before pottering off to continue.

and you seeing this all, entering a room from the back and he hasn’t noticed you yet. he’s frowning, like usual as him and two other people check a map and he literally towers over them. biceps thick and tight in his t-shirt with his tattoos sneaking down his arm. you can see the tattoo of your birth flower on the back of his forearm at this angle and the ownership makes you smile a little.

though your boyfriend always has a second sense when it comes to you. after thirty seconds his head jolts up and looks right at you. you don’t know how he does it, the room is packed and busy in the dark minus desk laps and the screen all around. you know if you told him he’d mutter something like, “it’s ‘cause we’re fuckin’ soulmates baby.” and perhaps that might be true.

he stomps over to you, never liking you being around his work because of all the violence and graphic details. you can barely handle when you know he’s in the hospital for a check up let alone knowing what he’s about to fight. he tries not to show much pda at work, he doesn’t want his team to see him so loved up and getting babied by you when they equally need to respect him. he does kiss you though as a hello, then puts his hand on your jaw to look at you properly, “have you not been sleepin’?”

you slap his hand off you, “are you saying i look like shit?”

he huffs a laugh, always amused by how quick you are to jump at him, “no, i’m sayin’ you look tired. y’can have a nap in my office if you want. i’ll wake you when it’s time for lunch.” you just look at him for a few seconds, his eyes flicking over you for any issues, always flooded with care. then his hand slips from your face to your hand to play with your fingers. “and for the record, i never think you look like shit. y’know i always think you’re beautiful, baby.”

you’re lost in him like always, wanting him to wrap his arms around you in a cuddle when someone walks over. it’s the guy who takes care of the finance side or something, you don’t really know. “dynamight! i’ve rounded the numbers and—,”

everyone loves you around the agency. not speaking to many people but always smiling and nodding a polite hello. you’re also so pretty most people do stop to get a quick glance and often wondering, how the fuck did dynamight get her?

“o-oh yn! didn’t see you there, h-hi,” he stumbles, and he’s cute. a little young and small, definitely nothing compared to katsuki. he holds his clipboard to his chest, completely forgotten about the prohero he needed to talk to and nervous around you. honestly he should still be nervous of bakugou.

“the fuck are you doin’?,” bakugou looks him up and down incredulously and the man suddenly remembers him, “i’m clearly busy.”

the man’s eyes drift from you to bakugou and his face flushes in embarrassment, “oh yes, yes sir. sorry.”

when he scatters off, bakugou turns back to you with a clenched jaw though you giggle, lightly slapping his chest.

“you’re so mean.”

“why’s he lookin’ at you like that? i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you and he’s interruptin’.” he grunts, fingers tightening around yours.

“be a little nicer to them, they’re working hard baby,” you smile, reaching up to kiss his cheek, “i’m gonna have a nap in your office though. get me when you want a break.”

what you both fail to notice is how everyone in the room, all thirty people who dynamight is supposed to be tending to and looking over aren’t doing any work at all in this moment. sure, their hands are flicking through random papers to look busy but really they’re staring at you both. the fluttering touches bakugou leaves at your waist and how he delicately (who uses this word to describe the hero?) plays with your fingers. how there’s so much being said with your eyes; how the black of his pupils expand when they stare at you and how your eyes squint when you smile at him.

“wanna go with you now. they’re all fuckin’ useless here,” he sighs, not even bothering to lower his tone around said people.

you tilt your head, taking in his grumpy furrowed eyebrows and tight black top across his chest, “one hour and come get me.”

bakugou firmly nods, licking his bottom lip, “fine. love you.”

you hum, reluctantly letting go of his hand, “love you too. be nice.”

“no.”

lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

Aaliyah, "Are You That Somebody", (1997)

★ Scripting your new life ★

~ these are a few ideas for scripting your new life / making your manifestation boards ~

Financial / Business :

Income you want to make

The title you would like to acquire

Where are you working

A business you'd like to start

What do you wear to work

Relationships :

The type of lover you wish to attract

Types of friends you'd love to be around

Lessons you'd like to share with others

How many children do you want

How do you show your love to others

What characteristics does your ideal s/o have

Health :

What are your health goals in the next 6m / year

What is your ideal body type

Health habits you would like to start

What are you eating to stay fit

How does your new body feel

Personal :

How does your new room look

Books you would like to read

Places your new self will visit

A problem you would like to solve

How do you dress every day

Where do you live

i miss the feeling of having a crush .

everything be so cute & fun in those beginning stages .

i miss liking someone 🤍