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ʟɪɴᴋᴏɴ ᴄɪᴛʏ ɴᴇᴡꜱ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ🚨
ᴀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ꜱᴜꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ ɪꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ. ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ.
Song: ftshsm - сорвиголова
[ #LoveandDeespace #Zayne ]
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⋆♱ ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴀᴅꜱ ⋆♱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ 🔞
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ᴀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡᴀʟʟ
ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰᴀʟʟ †
[ #LoveandDeespace #Zayne ]
@RafsLittleCrow may i clip this into a gif banner and use it for my discord profile ? i love it
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ʙᴇᴀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴀx/ᴍᴇᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴀꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ☕️
[ #LoveandDeepspace #Rafayel ]
thinking about passing a piece of hard candy between your mouth while you makeout with Sylus and at first, he’s taken aback by the sudden sweetness that coats his tongue but he quickly realises what it is and his interest piques so he makes it into a competition of who gets the last piece before it melts away
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🔞 — day 2: in the car w/ Zayne
↳ day two of my #ValentinesWeek enjoy sucking Zayne off in his car (✿◠‿◠)
cw: blow job, teasing
⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆
A knock at your apartment door startles you from your preparations.
“One… Moment– ah!” Your foot bangs into the doorframe as you run to answer the knock. Even in this state—with your dress hanging off one shoulder, your hair half done, and barefoot—you wrench the door open with a heavy breath. “Hi.”
Zayne’s hand pauses on his sleeve, rolling it up halfway, but stopping as soon as you open the door. His eyes trail down your figure, one brow raised as if contemplating his next words.
“Hi,” he says, almost as breathless as you despite not having run to the door. “You look…” Zayne clears his throat, finishing the button on his sleeve and dropping his arms. “Disheveled but beautiful.” One glance at his watch, and Zayne hums. “I’m early, so go ahead and finish getting ready.”
When you step back to let him in, your arms reach up to wrap around his neck. “I’m a little distracted, though.” The sharp tilt of your head, paired with your heated eyes dragging along his outfit, doesn’t help Zayne’s composure. Red blush creeps up from under his collar, and his Adam’s apple bobs as your thumb brushes through the short hair at the base of his skull.
“We have reservations in an hour, darling.” Though Zayne doesn’t sound convinced, especially not when his fingers creep up your sides, reaching to fix the strap of your dress to cover your shoulder. “You’ve wanted to go to this restaurant since it opened.”
Your eyelashes flutter. “But right now I want something else.”
The sound of Zayne swallowing is too loud in your ears, as is the tight grip he has on your waist. Like he doesn’t want to let go, but he does anyway.
“Go get dressed, darling.” Zayne leans down to steal another kiss, deep, passionate, and stealing the breath from your lungs. “You’ll curse me up and down the street if we miss the reservation because I am too eager.”
You know he’s right, so with a breathy laugh, you nod. “Alright, alright.” The flat of your palms smooth down his shoulders, catching on the shirt buttons, before dropping to your sides. “Give me ten minutes max.”
When you step back, Zayne sinks into the couch behind him, his thighs spread enough to give you a good view of his lap. One of his arms slinks along the back of the sofa, while the other reaches into his pocket to grab his phone.
Click!
“Did you–” Your mouth hangs open slightly, and you plant your hands on your hips to appear more stern, even though your cheeks are warming. “Did you just take a picture of me?”
The hand holding his phone raises in defeat. “I simply wanted to capture this moment in time.” But you don’t miss the lowered voice. “And you looked extremely cute.”
Zayne enjoys taking pictures, but above all else, he loves scrolling through his camera roll to find that 98 percent of it is you. The other 2 percent are the rare occasions where he takes a photo of himself, the scenery, or the random animal on his hikes to send to you. No matter the circumstance, it always comes back to you.
“Calm down, Doctor.” You wink, walking down the hall, and yelling. “I’ll be out soon!”
By the time you’re finished with your hair and makeup, Zayne is tapping a rhythm into his thigh, imagining the romantic night you’ll have and how beautiful you’ll look under the candlelight. His eyes drift to the TV, not paying attention to anything, but it does take him a minute to realize you’re standing there waiting for him.
“Distracted?” You tease, one hand on your hip while the other holds your purse.
Zayne shakes his head, reaching for your bag and guiding you to the front door with a palm on your lower back. “Distracted by you? Always.” He presses a kiss to your temple, locking the door behind you, and leading you to his car.
The sight of Zayne driving with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh isn’t good for your self-control. Despite the anticipation of the dinner date, listening to the stories of his work day, or thinking about plans for the future, you can’t push down the thoughts that linger in the back of your mind.
So as Zayne turns onto a less busy road, you reach over to mimic his own hand, setting it on top of his leg. You don’t push, not applying much pressure, but he still notices the warm palm sitting so close to his lap, like you’re tempting him.
“Darling,” Zayne exhales through his nose, and the only indication that he is affected by your touch is how tightly he grips the steering wheel. “Careful.”
You feign innocence. “What?” The plush headrest cushions your head as you lean back. “You’re doing the same to me, aren’t you?”
Another exhale, but Zayne doesn’t argue. It’s one thing to play into your teases at either his home or yours, where he can push it a little further until one of you cracks. However, Zayne is already close to cracking.
It isn’t until you push him even more, your little finger shifting to brush ever so slightly against his crotch, that he lets out a choked grunt disguised as him clearing his throat. But you know him. You know that he was already hot under the collar at your outfit—despite thinking you looked like a mess, he thought you looked so incredibly sexy.
All it takes is your hand creeping up another inch, rubbing along the growing hardness between his thighs, for the car to safely but quickly swerve into the parking lot of a store, far away from everything.
“What are you–”
“Would you like to move to the backseat?” Zayne cuts you off, never meaning to be rude, but God, he’s aching in his slacks, and it will be painfully obvious how hard he is when you get to the restaurant. “We have at least ten minutes to stop before we’ll be late for our reservation.”
Heat lances across your skin as Zayne cups your cheek to pull you in for a kiss. Your mouths move in perfect sync, knowing exactly what the other is feeling. When you fiddle with the button of his slacks while he’s still in the driver’s seat, Zayne breaks the kiss with a groan.
“Not in the driver’s seat, darling.” He stares down at your hand, watching you push down the fabric enough to reveal the straining bulge of his underwear. “I don’t want you to accidentally hit the horn and–”
“I just want a little taste before dinner,” you say, freeing his hard cock and stroking him slowly. “Is that so bad?”
Zayne’s Adam's apple bobs as his fingers curl around the steering wheel, his thighs already flexing and jaw clenching. He can’t even speak, not when your palm flattens over his leaking tip, and you rub in quick circles.
“Fu– darling… That, oh my,” Zayne groans, his hips bucking into your hand while his words continue in broken grunts between whispers of your name. He is never one to curse, but when you lean down to kiss along the side of his length, your tongue darting out to taste the clear bead of arousal at his tip, it takes everything in him not to let every expletive slip from his parted lips.
Reaching down, Zayne clicks the seat back twice, giving him the opportunity to watch you through heavy-lidded eyes. The moment your lips wrap around the head of his cock, the weight of his palm sits on the back of your head. He doesn’t push, but the subtle pressure there has your panties dampening.
“Don’t hold back, Zayne.” You turn your head to look up at him, taking one of his balls into your mouth before pressing open-mouthed kisses up the underside of his length. A particularly prominent vein that you always feel when he’s deep inside you pulses, and his fingers finally grip onto your hair.
And when you take him into your mouth again, Zayne raises his hips enough that his tip brushes the back of your throat, reminding you how long he is and how deep he can go. You flatten your tongue, already feeling saliva pooling in your mouth, and begin a slow bob.
It’s teasing, watching the way the side of your lips stretches around him, taking him over and over again in a relentlessly slow rhythm. The suction of your cheeks feels so good, and while it doesn’t compare to being buried to the hilt inside your pussy, it’s still you.
Everything you do affects Zayne more than he says out loud, but you can always tell.
You can feel his fingers flex on the back of your head, prompting you to take him a bit deeper each time until the bush of hair at the base of his cock tickles you. You can hear his breathing quicken every time you pull off to his tip and dip your tongue into his slit.
You know Zayne.
“Darling,” Zayne groans, his thumb rubbing along the back of your head in a warning. His next words are muffled slightly at your soft gagging sounds, too caught up in how good you look like this to manage more than: “so beautiful… for me…”
“Mmphm,” you mumble with his cock in your throat, swallowing around him and moaning as his hips twitch. The vibrations send shocks through Zayne’s body, pulling his nerves taut until—in the back of his mind—he’s sure he’s going to break the steering wheel in half with the hand not in your hair.
“Taking me so well,” he whispers, rocking his hips along to your thrusts. “Look at you.” His hand slides from your hair so his thumb can rub along your cheek. “Getting… so close already…”
His words spur you on, and you reach over to trail your fingers up his thigh, teasing him between bobs of your head. Spit drips down his length every time you pull back, and the date is in the far reaches of both of your minds when you cup his balls.
“God, f– I’m going to…” Zayne’s hips push forward, and he twitches once, twice, before releasing down your throat.
You collect as much as you can, relaxing your jaw and drinking him down with each pulse of seed that hits the back of your throat. The aftershocks start when his thighs shift under you, reminding you of the reservation and how you’re likely running late by now.
So you sit up, your lips swollen red, and a small dribble of his release at the corner of your mouth.
Despite being so boneless he can barely move, Zayne reaches up, his thumb collecting the remnants, and pushes it between your lips. Your tongue wraps around his finger, sucking off every bit that you can to get rid of any evidence of what you’ve done.
But the love-drunk smile on Zayne’s face as he gives you a quick kiss can’t be wiped away so easily. He smiles, sucking a breath through his teeth while tucking himself back into his slacks and buttoning them up.
“So…” You start, your voice slightly hoarse. The only thing that would stand out is the glistening spit on your lips and the fact that they’re a bit more swollen than normal, so you could continue on your date…
“We’re still going on that date, darling.” Zayne swallows, clicking his seat back into place. “I’m gonna treat you to a nice meal because you deserve it.” Then, in a voice softer but still audible. “Especially after that.”
“What was that?” You tease, leaning across the console to peck his cheek when he gets back on the road to start driving again.
Zayne gives you a look, his cheeks flushed red. “Nothing, darling. I love you.”
His hand rests on your thigh, and you reach down to thread your fingers with his. “I thought so…” You squeeze his hand. “I love you, too.”
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i'm gonna be a truther on these shoes bc they're actually mad cute
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@RafsLittleCrow such beautiful art inspired by such a great song omgggg you have impeccable taste ✝️🖤
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ʟɪɴᴋᴏɴ ᴄɪᴛʏ ɴᴇᴡꜱ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ🚨
ᴀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ꜱᴜꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ ɪꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ. ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ.
Song: ftshsm - сорвиголова
[ #LoveandDeespace #Zayne ]
⋆˙⟡♡ Sylentine’s: Day Six ♡⟡˙⋆
- cw: mutual masturbation
“Well, don’t let me stop you. Please, do go on.”
If the ground opened up and swallowed you whole, it still wouldn’t mitigate the burning embarrassment that courses through your body. Your hand hovers between your legs, still spread out across the bed as your eyes lock onto Sylus like a deer stuck in headlights. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest and he cocks his head.
“I…you said you would be busy and…well…”
He laughs; deep, gravelly, and enough that it makes your body shiver. Sylus crosses the room in just a few strides and he grabs the back of the armchair, dragging it to the bedside. He settles down into the plush cushioning, slouching back into it as his legs spread slightly.
“Show me, kitten. Teach me how you touch yourself.”
Your cheeks burn even hotter and you look away, racking your brain for an excuse. How could you even begin to explain to Sylus that he had walked in on you pleasuring yourself?
“Sylus…”
His calloused fingers tilt your chin up and you find his face mere centimetres from yours. His warm breath washes over you as his lips brush across yours.
“Don’t be shy now, sweetie. You know I love making you feel good. Show me what feels good.”
He kisses you slowly and deliberately, letting you feel the intense warmth that radiates off his body. Your body melds against him, bare skin brushing against the soft fabric of his dress shirt. His hand caresses down your arm, gently guiding your fingers back down between your thighs.
“Go on.”
Sylus leans away from you, wicked smile crossing his expression. He rests back against the chair, his eyes burning bright. He watches you carefully, a hunter observing his prey and you become acutely aware of every movement you make. The pillows are lush and soft beneath your back and the air makes you shiver as your legs fall apart, exposing yourself to Sylus. You watch his eyes dilate and he shifts in his seat. He shoots you a lazy but reassuring smile, urging you to continue. Your fingers dance down your body, stopping at your breasts and your head lulls to the side. Sylus watches as your delicate hands squeeze and fondle the soft mounds and it takes every last ounce of his self control not to reach out on his own. Your mouth falls open in soft pants and breathy whines and each sound makes Sylus’ pants feel tighter. He watches your eyes flutter shut and his breath catches in his throat when your fingers gently part your folds. Your fingers begin to move as they did before you were interrupted. Even as the warmth of pleasure tingles the tips of your toes, all you can think of is the way Sylus touches you and the way his calloused fingers feel against your skin.
“Sylus…”
The sound of his name falling in a breathless moan makes him freeze. Stepping into your deepest desires, Sylus can see the way your thoughts centre around him, around the intimate moments you’ve shared in your relationship. He sees the burning desire that fuels your motions and he barely notices when his hands drift down, fingers deftly undoing the button of his pants. A sharp hiss escapes his lips as his hand wraps around his aching cock. His sharp eyes continue to watch and unconsciously, his hands move in time with you. The room fills with soft moans and whispered whines of each other’s names. Despite the distance, there’s an undeniable warmth that permeates between your bodies. His name begins to fall again and again, your heart begins to race and your breath turns to quick pants.
“Sylus….I…”
He stops everything as he watches you come undone. Sylus doesn’t even notice when he spills into his palm, hot and sticky.
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