The United Nations' New York headquarters opened on October 14, 1952. The complex was designed by an architectural board led by Wallace K. Harrison, with input from Oscar Niemeyer and Le Corbusier. The tall building is the Secretariat, which contains offices, and the low building (difficult to see in this photo as it's as white as the ground it sits on) is the General Assembly.
Photo: Associated Press
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𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]
notes: raph reacting to y/n pulling him in for a kiss by his belt. last one~! asjfdgidhkgbnsalkgnadkbnla'dnvb;oadbnladkbf- that's how i feel. :D
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- he would be stunned at first. not expecting the move.
- his hands would immediately grab for your waist, pulling you even closer against him as if it was second nature. which to him, it was.
- you could feel his lips quirk up in a smirk during the kiss.
- his grip would tighten, fingers digging into you a bit.
- when you'd pull away, you would copy his smirk with one of your own. then you'd wink as you slipped from his grasp and moved to walk away.
- he would blink himself out of his trance and grab your waist, growling in your ear.
- "careful there, y/n..." he'd start, lowering himself so his face was inches away from yours. "that's how babies are made." he would finish, nipping at your ear.
- "don't be daft, raphael.." you'd whisper, looking up at him from under your lashes.
- your hands find themselves around his neck and you twist his mask tails between your fingers. "take me to the bedroom and i'll show you how babies are really made."
- you don't have to tell him twice.
- you barely get the chance to finish your sentence before raph throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
- he's just glad his family is out, because after all the pleasurable noises he's able to slip out of you, his family would be scarred for sure.
- then again, you were so loud, calling his name like that, he was sure they'd be able to hear you all the way from april's.
- he wouldn't complain though, not for a damn second. he loved every single moment of it.
- every time you lolled your head back.
- every time you gripped the sheets or clawed at his skin.
- every single fucking sound that escaped your perfect lips.
- the way your back would arch.
- the vulgar cursing that fell out of that pretty mouth of yours.
- the way your legs would squeeze around him.
- he wanted it all.
- and he sure as hell got it.
- not that you would complain either. you loved it just as much.
- sometimes, you loved it even more.
- the two of you would end up showering together, which would result in steamy shower sex.
- by the end of the whole ordeal, you highly doubted you'd be able to walk at all the next day.
- but you weren't worried, cuz raph assured you he'd take good care of you.
- and he always did.
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