Friday, May 24, 2013

TLS's Flash-Fic Fridays are in full effect! Come and see who's flashing us this week: 5/24 - 5/31

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Each Friday a new prompt will be posted along with the previous week's winners.

What exactly is a Flash-Fic? It's pretty much a spur of the moment, tiny story, prompted by words, images or silliness. Not sure if you've ever been on twitter when this has happened, but it's pretty awesome when it does. It also happens often in threads, with a combination of people contributing. 

How does it work? Each Friday one admin of TLS posts a picture prompt here to the blog. Using this image, entries are created. Entries must be 100-300 words ONLY. No more, no less. The entries are then judged and we post the winning submissions here, each Friday, to share with all of you.


THIS WEEK'S NEW PROMPT



Picture prompt and judge the week of 5/24 - 5/31 is by Evilnat.

You will have until next Wednesday at 9 p.m. EST to submit your entry.


Please leave your submission in the comment section at the bottom of the post using this format:

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LAST WEEK'S PROMPT




FIRST PLACE WINNER

Twitter name: @incog_ninjaFFn 
profile: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3923159/

It’s that frustrating moment right before you’re wet enough to take him, but you still want him right fucking now, and you just can’t say it out loud. All you can do is lie there helpless, thighs spread wide and thrashing, back arched dangerously, head thrown back and chest heaving. 

But he knows what you need – what you both need. He swipes his fingers over his tongue then slips them down between your thighs, slowly slides them around your clit. He gently pushes them inside your body and twists and pumps them. His thumb presses at the top and just to the side with a sensual grip over that spot that’s throbbing inside and outside and everywhere for you.

You rotate your hips and buck lightly into his hand because you don’t want to fuck it up. What he’s doing is magic; it’s exactly what you needed and you didn’t even know it. You pray he never takes his hand away and that his maneuver isn’t simple chance – that he knows what he’s doing and that he’ll keep on doing it. 

You’re suddenly gushing, and the silence in the stiflingly hot and quiet attic is broken by your cries for more more fuck yes more now please. 

Then his hands are spreading you wider and his cock is pushing inside, where you’re so fucking hot and wet and wanting. Just minutes before, you were frustratingly unprepared, but this man… he knows how to make you ready.

He knows how to make you sing and cry and scream. Just a few minutes more of him pushing and pulling, in and out, and you’re muttering nonsense, clawing at his chest and back and shoulders.

Then you find out that he also knows how to make you come apart.


SECOND PLACE

@everydaybella89
http://www.fanfiction.net/~everydaybella

He growls. His eyes are dark and a little twisted. He is big and powerful, and I cannot deny that those fangs scare me a little. My mother always told me to stay away from demons—so, why am I fixing to fuck one?

He grabs my hips, locks my ankles around his waist, and towers over me. “You smell amazing.” His voice is rough and gravely, like it’s coming from deep inside his chest.

My heartbeat thunders in response, and the rational part of my mind tells me to be afraid. I can’t bring myself to feel the emotion, however. I know him perhaps better than he knows himself.

I bring my palm up to caress his cheek. The action is surprisingly sweet amidst the almost violent passion swirling around us. “You won’t hurt me,” I order him. His nostrils flare at the idea of being ordered around by a human. I don’t give him a chance to dwell on it. “You’ve saved me too many times to kill me now.”

He leers and his black, bottomless eyes make it clear that he wants me in more ways than one. “Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” He growls, and shivers of fear and excitement shoot down my spine.In answer I grind my pussy against the hard cock still inside his boxers. “You’re mine,” I declare, making it clear what I think about his teasing.

He licks three fingers coating them with venom before pushing them inside me with one hard grunt. “Mate.”


THIRD PLACE

Betty Lovegood (@LovegoodBetty)fanfiction.net/u/2048821/

The room was dark. I could only feel him over me as my eyes adjusted to the city lights entering from the open window. The warm summer breeze enhanced the whiskey-sweat-and-sex-scent surrounding us, and it drove me crazy. It seemed to drive him crazy, too. I felt hot with need for him. I hadn't even given him my name, but he already knew how and where to touch and kiss me to make me whimper breathlessly. 

I'd dreamed of this many times from the moment I laid eyes on him weeks ago. But this wasn't a dream; there was no haze, and definitely no stopping. He was all mine and I was his... for however long he'd let me stay in his bed.

I thought I couldn't become any more desperate for him, having him shirtless, clad in only his boxers and looking down at me with bedroom eyes, ready to dive in. But I did, when he licked his fingers before repeatedly massaging right where I ached the most. He had a talent I'd never experienced. I was ready to climax after a few seconds. He caught one of my nipples in his mouth when I arched my back, grinding into his fingers, and he sucked just perfectly for me to fall over the edge. I could very clearly feel the electricity between us.

He didn't withdraw his hand as he kissed down my stomach and promised, “I've only just begun, gorgeous...”


HONORABLE MENTION

@cosmogirl7481

Fuck, you're dripping, baby." His voice was a harsh rasp just above me. "See? I told you that you wanted it. I told you I could make you want it."

"Fuck you," I spat, just as he pushed two thick fingers inside me, spreading them, then curling them up against the spot that always made me whimper.Every single time.

"I am fucking you," he said, "First with my fingers and then...then, you know what I'm gonna do?"

I wanted to give him silence, but the whimper that escaped me told him clearly that I couldn't. It didn't matter that we'd been fighting. It didn't matter who was right or wrong. They were only words. They were nothing compared to the way he made me feel.

He slid his fingers out, pulling them up to his mouth and licking. And everything about him was filthy. His words, his tongue.

But me even more.

Me, most of all.

Because I wanted to watch, wanted to see him tasting me, sucking me off of his skin. But it didn't last.

"I'm gonna fuck you with my cock," he said, his fingers slipping easily inside me again. "I'm not even gonna lick your sweet pussy because you're so fucking ready for me. It's all over your thighs, sweet girl. But I'm not gonna do it until you tell me."

"Please."

"Say it."

"Oh, god. Just...please."

"Say the fucking words."

"You're right, goddamn it," I cried, and he immediately covered me with the weight of his body. "You're always fucking right."


HONORABLE MENTION

@MariahajilE
http://www.fanfiction.net/~mariahajile 

Edward kept Bella’s thighs from tightening around his head, but he refused to show her any mercy. He wanted her to remember what it was like to have his mouth on her, his fingers in her. 

As her body began to calm, Edward raised his head and let his eyes roam her body. Over her stomach, between her breasts, up to her face… It was his favorite map in the world. It was a map of Bella. 

“Oh, my God…” she panted.

It was music to Edward’s ears. And heart. 

He couldn't resist taking another lick of her pussy, to have another taste of what he did to her, which caused her body to jolt. 

“Edw- Jesus Christ. Wait.”

He climbed up and hovered over her body.

“What? I just wanted seconds. And now I want thirds,” he smirked as he licked his hand and ran it between her legs, teasingly applying pressure with his middle finger. 

He showed no shame as he brought his hand to his mouth and licked, relishing in the taste there and humming his approval.

Bella’s chest rose and fell, as Edward did everything pure and sinful to her body.

But before she could savor that feeling, Edward’s cock pushed into her, giving her even more to drown in. It was heaven and explosive, and she couldn't get enough.

Edward placed his hands on either side of her head.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he whispered, and when she did, she couldn't help but stare into his. 

He pulled out and in, rocked and swiveled his hips, driving her crazy.

“I’ll never get my fill of you…”


HONORABLE MENTION

AND even though this one is NOT at all a representation of the gif I have to include it because it's damn hot 

@primarycolors1
http://www.fanfiction.net/~primarycolorsword 


She’d stopped chewing, mouth hanging open, salt from the popcorn burning her tongue.

“Are we…umm.” She was finding it hard to finish a sentence, or even a complete thought, her mind so consumed with the frantic couple on the movie screen. “Is this the right…”

Edward frowned. “I’d thought so,” he whispered, shifting in his seat. “But I… wow.”

Running late, they’d ducked into theater 10, giggling, spilling snacks on the multicolored carpet, assuming the gritty black and white scene was a trailer for some foreign film. French, maybe. Only they couldn’t be sure. There hadn’t been any words.

The man had the woman pressed up against a window now, pounding into her from behind. Breath frosted across the glass as she panted, fingers splayed, moans mingling with the wet sounds of sex.

Bella bit her lip hard. Every muscle in her body was strung tight, her heart racing.

On the screen, another man was watching the couple from the doorway, slowly unbuckling his belt.

“Fuck,” Edward said in a strangled voice. He pressed Bella's hand to the front of his jeans, groaning when she rubbed lightly. “Come here.”

“But—“

“Theater’s empty,” he said hoarsely, throwing the armrest out of the way, dragging her onto his lap. He draped her legs on the outside of his and pulled her back against his chest, one hand pushing inside her panties, the other already under her bra, pinching, pulling. “Watch,” he murmured into her ear, breath hot against her cheek.

The couple had finally made it to the bed, unsurprised when the second man crawled up beside them. Both men were on their knees, one fucking her pussy, the other fucking her mouth.

Edward bit her neck when she came all over his fingers. 

“You liked that, didn’t you? Naughty girl.”



The Lemonade Stand would like to also thank all of the participants. We thoroughly enjoyed ALL of the entries!

8 comments:

  1. Twitter: @k8ln713
    FFn: fanfiction.net/u/2528887
    Word Count: 300
    #1

    God, I just want to be home already.

    Home with the love of my life. Home with our family.

    I hate these fucking trips to the city for these fucking business trips.

    Going to the city that was over four-and-a-half hours away every couple of months for a two-week stay doesn’t sound outrageous.

    But it is when you have someone waiting for you at home. It kills you inside.

    All you want is to be by that person forever.

    Bella and I hate when I have to leave for a couple of months because we won’t be with each other.

    I’d gladly ask her to come with me, but we have a family that we created together and both of us can’t just leave at the drop of a hat, even if we did take them with us.

    School, friends, family and work can’t be shoved aside just so we could be with each other.

    So I leave for two weeks to discuss shit with a bunch of big wigs.

    But all I think about during it is going home and whom I’d be going home to.

    I snap out of my daydreams and just catch the conductor saying over the loudspeaker that my stop was next.

    And I’m so glad that in barely ten minutes, I’ll be in the arms of my wife.

    When I’m at my stop, I run off the train and stand on the platform looking around.

    “Edward!”

    I turn.

    There they are – my wife and babies.

    Bella pushes the double carriage toward me.

    I scoop her up into my arms and kiss her deeply.

    “Fucking missed you, baby,” I whisper into her neck.

    “Missed you, too, honey.”

    We kiss again and then I lavish the love I have for my baby girls.

    Home sweet home.

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  2. Name: Bravery0898

    Ffn: http://m.fanfiction.net/u/1414529/

    word count: 297

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    8:06 AM.

    Exactly nine minutes until I would be leaving. Permanently.

    Would she be joining me? Would she leave everything behind for a summer fling? I shook my head.

    We were much more. I prayed she knew that.

    8:07A.M.

    ---------------------

    "Excuse me, sir, but you forgot your wallet!" I turned around and saw her, breathless, holding my black wallet in her hand. Her dark hair was falling from the messy bun and her cheeks were flushed.

    I had purposely left it, hoping that today would be the day I could talk to her.

    "Thank you so much," I feigned surprise. She smiled shyly, shook her head, and turned to leave. I put my hand on her arm. "Wait. May I take you out to dinner sometime? Tonight, perhaps?"

    She blushed and told me she got off work at seven.

    I was victorious.

    ---------------------

    "How long?" Her head rested on my chest as I drew patterns on her naked back.

    "Until August 5th."

    "Will you be back?"

    "I don't think so.""Oh."

    I brought her lips to mine.

    ------------------------

    "Come with me," I begged.

    She knew what I was asking.

    "I...don't know if I can."

    "Please," I kissed her. "Please. I love you."

    She shook her head as tears formed in her eyes. "You don't."

    "Oh, I do." And I showed her.

    -----------------

    8:12 A.M.

    I was numb. I adjusted the strap to my bag and turned to the train.

    She must not have loved me. She never said it.

    "Edward!" I whipped around and saw her. Beautiful as ever, holding two giant bags. She shrugged.

    "I had to pack." Then she ran and jumped in my arms. "I love you. I could never let you go." She murmured against my lips.

    "Bella."

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  3. Name: Bravery0898

    FFN: http://m.fanfiction.net/u/1414529/

    Word count: 297
    #1

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    8:06 AM.

    Exactly nine minutes until I would be leaving. Permanently.

    Would she be joining me? Would she leave everything behind for a summer fling? I shook my head.

    We were much more. I prayed she knew that.

    8:07A.M.

    ------------------

    "Excuse me, sir, but you forgot your wallet!" I turned around and saw her, breathless, holding my black wallet in her hand. Her dark hair was falling from the messy bun and her cheeks were flushed.

    I had purposely left it, hoping that today would be the day I could talk to her.

    "Thank you so much," I feigned surprise. She smiled shyly, shook her head, and turned to leave. I put my hand on her arm. "Wait. May I take you out to dinner sometime? Tonight, perhaps?"

    She blushed and told me she got off work at seven.

    I was victorious.

    -----------------

    "How long?" Her head rested on my chest as I drew patterns on her naked back.

    "Until August 5th."

    "Will you be back?"

    "I don't think so."

    "Oh."

    I brought her lips to mine.

    ----------------

    "Come with me," I begged.

    She knew what I was asking.

    "I...don't know if I can."

    "Please," I kissed her. "Please. I love you."

    She shook her head as tears formed in her eyes. "You don't."

    "Oh, I do." And I showed her.

    ------------

    8:12 A.M.

    I was numb. I adjusted the strap to my bag and turned to the train.

    She must not have loved me. She never said it.

    "Edward!" I whipped around and saw her. Beautiful as ever, holding two giant bags. She shrugged.

    "I had to pack." Then she ran and jumped in my arms. "I love you. I could never let you go." She murmured against my lips.

    "Bella."


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  4. my2galspal
    http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1733008/my2galspal
    #1

    I have been waiting at this train station every Thursday afternoon for the past month. It’s the day he is supposed to come for me. All the other times I returned to a cheap motel, disappointed and scared, and rented a room for another week. Today is different though. My single bag is packed, just like before, but now I hold a ticket in my hand. I have to move on.

    I grab a lock of my newly dyed hair and nervously twirl it around my finger. Being a brunette isn’t the end of the world but it still shocks me whenever I catch a glimpse of my reflection. Used to be the bruises that made me do a double take. Will he mind the change? Will he even recognize me?

    Why am I worried about my hair when I may never see him again?
    We planned our escape so carefully. We only separated to make sure my ex couldn’t trace us. We were only supposed to stay apart long enough to keep suspicion off the man who saved my life. We were supposed to meet up in this nothing town before moving on together. Something must have happened.

    I am terrified to move on without him. What good is being away from the man who beat me if I can’t be with the man who treasures me? If it weren’t for this innate will to live I’d go back to find him.

    “Rosie?”

    I turn at the sound of my new name, the one only he knows. I want to answer him, but I can’t remember his new name. Instead I run to him and throw myself into his arms. At his touch it comes back to me.

    “Emmett,” I breathe in relief.

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  5. Fan Fiction: MiamiTrue
    http://www.fanfiction.net/~miamitrue
    #1
    Word Count: 249

    “Bella!” The voice I’d know anywhere shouted out to me. I turned in disbelief, not trusting myself, was I dreaming, could this be real, did he really come to stop me?

    I couldn’t run fast enough, he was here, he was really here. As I jumped into his open arms, he swept me up in a giant hug, both of us saying “I love you, I love you, I love you” over and over again.

    As I slid down his body our mouths connected, our kiss deep and passion filled. We knew that the road ahead would not be easy, we were both too young, too different, but we also knew we couldn’t bear being apart.

    Edward pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes “I’m sorry Bella, I’m sorry for pushing you away, just knowing you were leaving brought me to my senses, I need you Bella, I need you in my life, please don’t go, stay with me, stay with me forever.”

    I nodded, too choked up, too emotional to trust my own voice. Tears trickled down my face once again, but this time they were tears of joy. Edward had changed his mind, he wanted me, he knew we belonged together, just as I had known from the first moment I saw him.

    I threw my arms around his neck and began to kiss him again. Telling him with silent consent that I would stay with him and this time I knew it would be forever.

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  6. Name: itravelalone
    Word count: 255
    #1

    I see you well enough. Your hair clashes horribly with the vibrant red of the star spangled banner wrapped around your shoulders as you hang out of the window as the carriage comes to a stop, but to me, you’ve never looked more handsome. Your smile is so, so brilliant, and it lights up my whole world, and I’m so in love with you I almost can’t breathe. You’re joking around with your mates, laughing and cursing as they pull you into the train by your feet and my heart flickers uncontrollably with impatience.

    And as you step out of the car, your eyes meet mine and I just hope that deep, deep inside you, you love me as much as I love you.

    Your eyes are roaming, and you catch my eye and smile. I smile back.

    I love you.

    I love you, I love you, I love you.

    You’re full on sprinting now, towards the crowd that have been waiting for all of you for hours. I have been waiting for you for hours, and you’re finally home. You look so, so handsome in your green uniform, the metal on your chest bouncing with each step.
    You stop. And kneel. Scoop up your child and throw him up in the air as the kid giggles and shrieks with joy.

    God, you’re so glorious.

    And then you’re here.

    You rip my heart straight out of my chest and stomp on it a thousand times as I watch you bend down and kiss your wife.

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  7. @boomboom_jones
    Word Count: 299
    #7

    I want to tell him to stay and that I’ve been in love with him from the moment he stole my pen in Art History.

    He’s tired and excited. His eyes are ringed dark but there’s this little glimmer there, and that’s something I can’t take away from him.

    We stayed up all last night packing, and the words were right there on the tip of my tongue but… I’m a coward.

    He’s supposed to be gone for six months. This internship he’s dreamed about forever.

    Everything’s going to change.

    “Why so serious?” he asks. He nudges my shoulder with his as we sit
    on the bench, waiting for the train to begin boarding.

    “You don’t want to know,” I say, which is already more than I should be saying.

    “You’re my best friend. Of course, I want to know.” He rests his elbows on his thighs. “Besides, this is probably the perfect time since you’re about to be rid of me for a while. You know how bad my memory is, so, really, you could tell me you’re growing an eleventh finger and I’d definitely forget by tonight.”

    “I don’t think you’d forget something like that. That’s gross, by the way.”

    “I was going for extreme,” he says, then pauses when I don’t smile. “Talk to me, B.”

    “It’s nothing. I’m happy for you is all.”

    Edward frowns. “Oh.” Clasping his hands together, he stares off in the opposite direction. The silence between us lasts for a decade. “Did you ever wonder why people wait until the last minute to do something they should’ve done from the start?”

    “No.” Yes.

    He reaches into his bag. “I bought two tickets,” he says. “Just in case.”

    “Just in case what?”
    “Just in case you realized we’re supposed to be together.”

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  8. @primarycolors1
    word count:300
    #8


    A bump and his stomach rolls. The plane races over uneven ground. He has a ghost of a headache; his armpits are sour, his tongue coated with slime. He presses his nose against the window and sees nothing but darkness. No runway lights. No moon.

    “Hey,” the lieutenant says.

    Edward glances at the guy next to him, big and friendly, dimples, laugh lines.

    “We’ll be at the base soon, alright? Get you cleaned up, get you home. They’re calling your family right now, man. You’ve been all over the news.” He pats Edward on the shoulder, wincing at the glazed look in his eyes. “You gotta girl at home?”

    Edward squeezes the metal seat beneath his leg, rubs a mosquito bite on his arm.

    Minutes or hours pass.

    “Wife,” he whispers, the profound darkness swallowing his words.

    “Yeah?” The lieutenant smiles. “Bet she’s pretty. You’ll have some story to tell, maybe you’ll win the Pulitzer or somethin’.” He shrugs. “Whatever it is journalists win.”

    Edward thought about the month he’d been gone on his first assignment, years ago as a graduate student. How she'd waited hours at the Cambridge station for his return. Not caring who saw her run full tilt like a maniac and leap into his arms, cheeks wet with happiness.
    "You've been gone too long," she'd whispered.

    “How long?” he asks suddenly.

    “'Bout 23 months,” the lieutenant answers. “You were never assumed dead though… just missing.”

    There is no air.

    Edward rakes his fingers through his hair, digs at his scalp, heart thrashing madly in his ribs. He wants to stand; he wants to walk. To run.

    God. Two years.

    “Whoa, hold on.” The lieutenant grabs his shoulders. “It’ll be fine, I promise. What’s her name?”

    “Bella.” A prayer, as he slumps against the curve of the plane. "Bella."


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