Beverly, 21
“I’m wearing a yellow Haitian inspired yard skirt and a vintage apple bottom top. My style is heavily inspired by my country and and childhood (the 2000s). My personal style is very versatile and I am inspired by many other things but here I think I was inspired by early Afro Latin market women and Haitian festival culture.”
Aug 27, 2023 ∙ Bed-Stuy
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Bakugou likes to remind you to breathe whenever you two have sex. It can get so overwhelming for you—the pleasure, the intensity, the intimacy, the eye contact that he never lets you lose. It’s a connected feeling, when you’re at the height of it all, the precipice of climaxing.
“Hey, hey, eyes on me, baby,” he’ll whisper to you, tapping your cheeks once, twice, gently to gain your attention. Your eyes flutter open, rolling once before they settle on his, whining when you catch a carmine gaze, filled only with a type of passion and adoration that it makes your hole clench around him.
“Breathe through it, will you do that for me, baby? Huh?” He talks to you like you’re some airhead and, in a sense, you guess you are at the moment. Only able to gasp, mouth dropping open for his tongue to swipe the inside of it, hands pawing at his shoulders and nape.
“Cmon, baby, breathe with me. Gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, watches how your eyebrows screw up, how your eyes struggle to stay open.
You’ve always had the bad habit of holding your breath when you orgasm, and Bakugou’s heard somewhere that breathing through it makes the feeling all the more powerful. And he’s been doing it with you ever since—pressing his chest to yours, his mouth against your own, his breath in, your breath out.
When you cum, you remember to suck in your deep breaths, eyes hopelessly rolling to the back of your head as you shake and tremble all over. Bakugou praises you the whole time though, groaning and whispering about how good you did for him, how tight you are, how you listen so, so well.
His own breath stutters as he follows you, toes curled against the mattress as his breath slows until his balls finally unclench and he can relax into your body. You’re both boneless in seconds, and you figure the mess can wait until you gain feeling back in your body again.
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my half an of an art trade with @mondayispants that i spent too long on
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Jazz thought she knew her parents. I mean they were idiots and stubbornly held their awful beliefs but she always thought that when Danny finally tells them . Reveals his identity they would turn around.
Jazz loved her parents. Even with their ghost obsession. She still believes their love would conquer that. That they would feel regret for their many threats and attacks against Danny
Jazz also loved Danny. She loved how much of an idiot her little brother could be . How he would always try to look out for his friends and sister. Even if he could be a little gremlin.
That illusion shattered when one day when she came home Danny was not to be found anywhere in the house. Weird, there was no news about any fights... He must be out with his friends
Three hours . It took her three hours to realize something was wrong.
A non breathing Danny.
A broken portal.
She just kept hitting Maddie and Jack. They weren't moving anymore.
She needed to get away.
She needed to get out.
She gathered her brother up.
12 pieces.
Too much blood.
Then she woke up in Gotham. It's fine.
She got herself an apartment. A job . She sewed her brother back together. He'll be fine. He recovered from much worse. Before she knows anything he'll be back.
She - his heart still beat so softly that it might as well have been her imagination. BUT still that must be because he's a halfa. It must be it. Otherwise. . . no use thinking that.
There is a smell of rot and burning flesh coming from his room. Must be a halfa thing. If only she had access to the far frozen. She has been trying to build a portal but it's been hard. The blueprints themselves are almost unintelligible, and she can't understand the mad writing of jack and Madeline.
It was another normal day. Ah well the new normal. Jazz had been trying to clean around the areas around the sutures.
"Jazz." She perked up. It had been months. May-
"You can't keep doing this.". Danny was still stiff as a corpse. And that pulse is still as soft as ever. But she knows her little gremlin was still alive as he can be.
"Please, remember? You always told me to take care of yourself. Take your own advice" and Danny was right. Well even if it was just a hallucination. He was right. Jazz should maybe take a break. After all for the last few months she had been only focusing on Danny and the portal.
So came a different routine. That led to meeting Jason.
And they became closer. And he became frequenting her apartment. She made sure to lock Danny's room. The guest room.
After a few months. Jazz finally introduced Jason to her little brother.
Jason found no pulse. He found a corpse on the bed.
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Mae, 23
“I’m wearing a top I got in Mexico City, a scarf I thrifted as a skirt, and shoes I thrifted as well. The earrings are from a vendor at a Black Art Matterss event and the rest of the jewelry is from Harlem. My style is inspired by the 60s and 70s and West African funk artists of that time. I’m Cameroonian myself and my dad was wearing outfits you’d see on Soul Train or at the Summer of Soul during that time period but in Cameroon.”
Aug 27, 2023 ∙ Bed-Stuy
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