戦闘機を選択してください; Please Select A Fighter ↴ ★﹒⨳ ﹒ ❀﹒☆

001 ; 'love in the time of post-partum'

synopsis: the reader has pent-up stress and anxiety and takes it out on jack.

It was your first day back at your job ever since Alora was born and you were stressed out.

Jack insisted you stay home for a few more days. You knew he was only trying to make sure you were okay but it really set you off.

Postpartum depression had been kicking your ass and jack's constant nagging didn't make it better.

"Baby you really don't have to go back so early." He said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

He kissed your neck softly and you shook out of his hold.

"Jack, I want to go back. You know I don't like to sit around and do nothing." You said sliding on your blazer.

"You know I'm just trying to help. I may not know what your going through right now but just know I'm always here for you." He said running his hands through his curls.

"Baby I'm fine." You said before giving him a kiss and walking out of your shared bedroom to wake your baby up.

"I don't know what to do steph! I know he's just trying to help but he's honestly just making things worse." You said frustratedly to your co-worker.

"I totally get you, when I had my son every little thing my husband did pissed me off." She said giggling softly at the end.

"But guess what? It's normal babe! It's just your body going through changes and he's trying to help you out." She said rubbing your back softly.

"But steph what if it doesn't get better? I feel like I'm falling out of love with him." You said tearing up out of pure guilt.

"Aww honey come here." She said pulling you into her chest.

"I feel like a bad wife and a bad mother." You said crying softly into her chest.

"It'll get better, my love I promise. You love that man and he loves you! After all the wild stories I've heard about the both of you I can guarantee you still love him. When this all blows over you'll be okay." She said, coaxing you through your tears.

"I love you so fucking much man." You said wiping your tears and giving her a proper hug.

"You look exhausted." Jack said when he saw you on the couch typing away at your computer.

"I have to get this done." You said tiredly rubbed your eyes.

"Mamas, I don't like the way your working yourself. If your tired take a break and try again tomorrow." He said sitting next to you on the couch.

You looked up at him tiredly with tears in your eyes. You hated feeling useless.

"That's easy for you to say jack. I'm not a celebrity! I don't have thousands of people ready to help me. Money doesn't just come out of my ass. I have a job to get done and your getting in the way!" Your sudden outburst surprised you.

Jack was stunned by what you said.

He knew you were going through it and he tried his best not to take it personally but there was only so much he could take.

I don't think I can do this anymore jack." You said putting legs up to your chest.

"You can't do what?" He said nervously, bouncing his leg up and down.

"Us babe." You said closing your computer and walking into your shared bedroom.

this was inspired by that on human resources episode !

Your energy bro😭 I love it

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how come you always end up under my blanket?

"i don't wanna hurt her feeling by throwing all this on her at once. i love what we have going on but it's not as easy as you think." jack ran his fingers through his curls out of frustration.

"if you care for her so much how come you always end up under my blanket? you haven't been on good terms with her for months jack! you know how i feel about us and you still wanna settle for less." you said as you tried your best not to cry.

"y/n please let's just drop this for now and go back to how things were." he begged.

"jack please don't do this to me, you know you don't care for her so why are you holding back on me? all you have to do is leave her and we can go back to how things have always been. just you and me." he leaned into your touch and it gave you hope that your words would change his mind.

"please? i love you and just wanna be there for you all the time without being in fear of us getting caught." your voice shaked as tears pooled your eyes.

"y/n please don't cry because of me. i'll break up with her alright? your right about me always settling for less and it's something i have to work on." he pulled you into him and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

"lemme wipe those tears pretty girl." you removed your face from his neck and let him wipe away your tears.

"thank you." you croaked out and layed your head on his chest.

"you don't have to thank me mama. this was something i should've done a long time ago anyway." he said rubbing your back softly.

“You gotta be a sick mf to want to be slutted out by Jack Harlow”

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

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

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.