#raw Street

[chasemisprintedlies]

[crybaby-bkg]

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.

[city-cost]

Evenings in Tokyo's Shimbashi district.

[jlepape]

Regina, Saskatchewan

[anna0826]

Vienna night scene

[skadario]

n e t t u n o

[lifeatthebottomofthesea]

Tonight's RAW MVP is clearly Damian Priest. Baby girl laughed, trolled, was deeply messy, started AND finished some shit (clean!)

But really, it's Triple H and the creative team. Because last week when they were running the Priest and Gunther video packages, I literally said, out loud, I love Damian, but I don't care about this match and I don't know how you're gonna make me care.

Then Trips said bet, hold my beer. He showcased Damian being funny, charming, trolling and handsome, and when we were all giggled up and high on El Campión, he let Gunther TEAR INTO HIM. Then, unlike my bae Drew who would have enacted violence immediately, Damian held back (mostly). They let it simmer. And in the space of 90 minutes, I went from utter ambivalence to ready to throw hands.

Hats off, good sirs.

[keithgoldstein]

Eyes

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[hyohaehyuk]

leticia22ma: ‘working with sam is like slipping on a glove that fits really well….wait, is that dirty? An old sock’

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[native-shutter]

House Key

[wisteriagoesvroom]

DEFCON LEVEL 5!!! OSCAR JACK I SAID U SERVED IN THAT MCL HOODIE BUT I WASN'T PREPARED FOR U TO GO AND OPEN A WHOLE NEW RESTAURANT!!!!!!

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[frankprigent]

[city-cost]

Grey and damp maybe but we’ll take that for a bit of respite from the relentless heat!

Lunch time around Shimbashi, Tokyo, Thursday.

[jlepape]

New York

[whats-in-a-sentence]

It was at the end of November, and Holmes and I sat, upon a raw and foggy night, on either side of a blazing fire in our sitting-room in Baker Street.

"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

[skadario]

Sunset Boulevard