#screaming bullets;

[hiredassault]

@sonicanary liked for a one liner.

" I never thought I'd find myself craving the SILENCE that only your screams can bring."

[hiredassault]

awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.

sinday meme contract

//// @sonicanary

Floyd stared at the blonde beauty, the suffocating silence between them thick with unspoken words && unresolved tension.

Her brilliant eyes held a desperate, vulnerable glimmer that mirrored the violent, aching need in his own chest. ------- For a prolonged, agonizing moment, they merely stood there ;; PARALYZED by a devastating LONGING before the invisible string finally snapped. He closed the distance, holding her face between his palms as if she were his entire world. The kiss started tenderly, a slow && worshipful exploration that spoke volumes of his profound affection. Every soft sigh she breathed felt like a secret meant only for him, pulling him into an intimate trance where she was his absolute universe.

But the tenderness couldn't contain the underlying heat for long. Floyd angled his head, deepening the kiss as his tongue swept past her parted lips;; tasting the slick interior of her mouth with a sudden, BREATHLESS urgency. His hands slid from her cheeks, trailing down the sensitive line of her neck && over the delicate curve of her waist to deliberately map her figure. He wanted to unravel her, his large palms firmly kneading her hips and grazing the sides of her tits through her clothes. GOD, his touch was possessive and agonizingly slow, specifically seeking out all her sensitive curves to build her desire, drawing filthy, helpless whimpers from her throat.

She dragged the soft fabric of her dress across his coarse, unyielding denim, creating a MADDENING friction that sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to his groin. He groaned into her mouth, completely helpless against the intense, building pressure. ---- It was pure AGONY, yet he was completely addicted to the way his wandering hands made her arch && grind even harder against him.

" Dinah... "

The true torture began the second she shifted her weight, settling the soft juncture of her thighs directly over his lap. Even with the frustrating barriers of their clothing, he could feel the exact, searing warmth of her body pressing down onto his erection. As she initiated a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, his hands continued their wicked exploration, gripping her thighs && squeezing her plush curves to actively turn her on and encourage her filthy rhythm.

Floyd surrendered entirely to the raw, dirty need taking over his senses ;; thrusting his hips upward in a hard, desperate counter-rhythm. He ground himself aggressively into the sweet, clothed cradle of her thighs ---- matching her heavy downward rolls with a blunt, relentless force. Every agonizing rub of denim against fabric struck a match directly over his raw nerves. He pulled his mouth from her swollen glossy lips to bury his face in her neck, panting heavily as his hands SQUEEZED her waist, pulling her flush against his punishing intensity.

The friction was a devastating tease, a hot, heavy collision of clothed bodies && exploring hands that left him completely CONSUMED. ------ NEVER STOP ;; he prayed, his hips snapping upward in a beautiful, relentless DEVOTION.

[hiredassault]

@jcyfulmess​               CONTD.                D I N A H    L A N C E.

        Swallowing the. othering lump in the back of her throat, Dinah scoffed loudly but word was formed. Instead she crossed her arms over her chest and avoided his insistent gaze. Yes things happened between them. Dinah didn’t like that, but they never labelled what they were during their senior year. She wasn’t a dumb, she knew high school sweet hearts never lasted after graduation but… she was also a big romantic and she considered Floyd perhaps like… her very first crush. Perhaps love. But she didn’t want to assume it had been one sided. How could she have known ? she never spoke directly. She knew he enjoyed her presence, and what they’ve been doing together… also which teenager whisky have liked it ? But Dinah knew she cared for him. Now that she got the news, she would worry about him and watch news tv in case. God, her next seven months we’re already ruined.

So she might not see him for a year or so? It saddened her. It was definitely more than a crush. It was genuine on her part.      “ Yeah well… I mean…”     Yes she was annoyed but she was more worried than mad at him. She finally looked up at him and smiled,     “ This is definitely good, Lawton. It’s just not very safe i think. ”     A shrug of her shoulder with a long sigh. God she was proud. But also who was she to judge him on his choices ? He didn’t owe her anything. Just like she didn’t owe him any explanation either on her life. He wouldn’t ask anyway, she though for herself, because Floyd barely talked. She wasn’t sure she ever saw him being on the nerves… he was always so calm.

“ When are you leaving exactly ? ”       No Dinah, don’t get attached to him now. he’s going to leave ! maybe he’ll never come back who knew !?     “If you’re here tomorrow night maybe you could pick me up and we could get a night out…. as a date.” Oh she dared of curse she did. “You and me of course. Before you definitely leave. ”

        Sure, it was not safe. Even his neighbors and a handful of his acquaintances notified of the CONSEQUENCES that might occur but he was confident in himself && most essentially he reassured them with that confidence. Amongst them was his butler, a genuine man used to look after him: Bartholomew, who cried a little but he managed to cope up with the reassurance and PROMISED the old man about his safe return.

         He had almost more than a WEEK, to be precise NINE days to stay around until he packed up his luggage.

         He wouldn’t deny how COMFORTABLE it was to chat with Dinah since the day they first met. She was indeed, the most athletic GIRL of the school. Some awards and even she was in the track racing club probably or the gymnastic (Floyd forgot). The boys however had severe infatuations for her, and most days she would receive letters. But that probably decreased when a guy (perhaps the club president of the BOW and arrow shooting department started to talk with her), Dinah did not gave importance to the guy but somehow that president had influences over the other boys.

           Little did she knew, Floyd could consider himself among those boys to admire her from afar. He preferred talking to her mostly && he did recognize how she skipped classes or ignore the Bow ’n Arrow president only to hang out with him in the school field. 

            His hands were rested over his waists listening to what she just OFFERED. It was disbelief and embarrassment that invaded his face at first, but he managed. A gasp followed, hang on, she said it being a DATE. With warm earlobes, Floyd responded quickly. “ Yes. Sure. I would like to... ” A pause only to flash a childish smile. “ ...spend time with you. But. but why ONLY tomorrow? I- I am free tonight also. &&& we can go somewhere now. I am sorry, are you busy right now? ” Suddenly why the heck was he stammering. “ I can walk with you if you want. Do you need some hand for those? ”