Friday, September 13, 2013

It's Flash Fic Friday!




Picture prompt and judge this week is PAWsPeaches

THIS WEEK'S NEW PROMPT: Max Fucking Irons









That's right, ladies. There are five here, and all of them contain Max Irons... so as long as your flash fic is based on Max in some light or another (any of the characters that he's played, or his likeness alone) you're good to go... write whatever you like, his smile, his charm, his intensity, his manliness, his confidence, his superior demeanor... just write about this guy.

Happy writing!

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

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Submissions will be judged on Thursdays and on Friday the winning entry will be posted here, on the TLS blog.
This feature is open to everyone, so come one, come all!

LAST WEEK'S PROMPT AND WINNERS
Special thanks to our last week Guest Judge, @Cosmogirl7481! 


FIRST PLACE WINNER 
jarkin33
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2140452/jarkin33
300 words

"Can you help me find something on the back stacks, Bella?"

My boss’s husky voice filled the nearly empty library, and a tremor vibrated through my suddenly alert body.

"Sure, Edward." I quickly logged off the computer and made my way around the information desk.

One week ago, he had asked for my assistance in the stacks. Without warning I found myself pinned to the shelves behind me with his hand tugging the buttons of my blouse apart. The cups of my bra pulled down exposing me to the cool air. As his tongue thrust into my mouth almost desperately, his hands teased and tugged at my tits and I begged for more.

He made me come with his fingers that night, my whimpers and moans filling the silence of the room. Pressed against authors I studied and read and admired, and I didn’t care one bit.

What we did that night wasn't pretty or sweet or loving.

Some might even call it disgusting.

But fuck... it felt good.

It was rough and desperate and dirty. It was perfect.

I tugged his pants over his ass. His cock sprung free, the swollen head of him right there waiting for me to say yes.

"Fuck, Bella... I want to be in that hot, sweet mouth of yours."

I remember licking my lips and whispering ‘yes’, as he slid his hand into my hair, his fingers digging in, grabbing and holding me steady.

He grasped himself tightly and slid his cock over my wet mouth and I let my tongue taste him.

I tasted everything he gave me that night.

As I follow him away from the bright lights of the entryway, into the darker recesses of the building I’ve worked in for years, I silently wonder what this night will bring.

SECOND PLACE
eternallyedward 
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1934906/eternallyedward
300 words

Bella was just going to lock the library doors when she heard the bell tinkle.

“I'm sorry, the library is cl—ˮ

Her words were choked off at the sight of the man who stood there.

“Lock up.”

Bella shivered at the sound of his voice. With trembling hands, she did as he ordered.

“Go to the back, to the reference section. Take your tits out.”

Bella's mouth gaped. He arched a brow, his eyes never leaving her face.

Slowly, Bella walked to the back of the library. With her back to him, she began to unbutton her blouse with trembling fingers.

“Turn around so I can see you. Get on your knees when you're done.”

Bella closed her eyes and swallowed. Turning to face him, she continued.

As Bella sank to her knees, she heard his zipper being released. Looking up she came face-to-face with his cock, hard and slick with precum. Instinctually she licked her lips.

“That's right, baby, lick those lips. Get them nice and wet.” Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed it over Bella's lips and cheeks, leaving a sticky trail. Her eyes fluttered closed and a soft whimper escaped.

When Bella's tongue peeked out, he pulled away.

“Ah, ah, ah...did I say you could have my cock? Beg for it; show me what a hungry cockslut you are.”

“Please, may I...may I suck your cock, sir?”

Groaning, he tapped his dick against her lips. “Fuck, yes. Open up.”

Eagerly Bella took him in, working his cock until he grunted and pulled out, spraying her breasts with come.

After he'd caught his breath he smirked.

“So did that satisfy your fantasy of being dominated?”

She grinned and leaned up for a kiss. “Yes, sir!”


THIRD PLACE
Missy (CullensTwiMistress)
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2593677/
300 words

...My pussy throbs and my body tingles in anticipation as I drop to my knees in front of him.

"That's it, sweet girl, take my cock," he says between clenched teeth, the tendons in his neck pulled tight. "Open your mouth, Bella."

I obey greedily, parting my lips, my tongue peeking out, wanting to taste him.

He runs his length along my jaw, the smooth skin pulsing as he teases. "I want you to suck it, sweetheart."

I nod, moving my head, my mouth instinctively following his movement.

My breathing is ragged at best and my chest heaves as I finally taste him.

"Such a greedy girl," he coos, finally sinking deep into my mouth. I open my throat for him and take him deeper, breathing and swallowing when I can.

"Such nice tits, Bella. And your mouth, Jesus, sweetheart, how am I supposed to control myself around you?" He moves his hips in time with my movements and threads his dexterous fingers into my hair.

I moan, my eyes meeting his as I swirl my tongue around him and reach down under my skirt to touch my soaked pussy.

I’ve wanted him to notice me every time I walked into this little book store, little did I know he wanted me too.

"That's right, touch yourself, greedy girl. I fucking knew you were perfect." His eyes are soft, in spite of his dirty mouth. I love it. I love everything about him.

I can’t wait to finally have him inside me.

He groans pulling his glorious cock out of my mouth and leans over me, his lips crashing into mine, his tongue pushing between my lips and his strong arms lifting me off the ground. My legs wrap around his hips and my back hits the bookshelf behind me.


HONORABLE MENTION
JiffyKate
http://www.fanfiction.net/~jiffykate
298 words

I love Mondays.

My afternoon meetings with Professor Cullen on Wednesdays are very nice, sweet even. Screwing in a locked meeting room in the back of the campus library doesn’t usually provide uninterrupted time for long but we make the best of it. We don’t rush too much.

Fridays are even slower. The library is mostly empty and we know we won’t see each other for three more days, so we strive to make every thrust count.

It’s the best kind of torture the way our bodies push and pull at our leisurely pace and, by the time we both fall apart, our bodies are sticky with sweat and exhausted from the exertion.

Monday is the day we crave the most, though. Needy from being deprived all weekend, our bodies connect in a fast and furious way, always leaving us wanting more.

He’s watching me. My teeth graze my bottom lip before I walk away, knowing he’s following me to the back of the library. When I turn the last corner, his mouth attacks my own, his tongue not waiting for an invitation because it knows it’s always welcome.

My shirt is undone and my breasts are released within seconds but I don’t allow him to linger for long. I quickly undo his pants and pull them down as I sink to my knees.

“You gonna suck me, baby?” He rubs his cock across my face, teasing me, but, when I grab his hands, he stops.

“No touching. Hold onto the wall behind me because I’m going to fuck you with my mouth.”

My command surprises him but, when I wrap my lips around him and push his hard cock down my throat, placing my hands on his ass for leverage, he quickly surrenders.

Yeah, I love Mondays.


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

6 comments:

  1. http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2593677/CullensTwiMistress
    Word count: 300
    ...
    He walks toward me, his smile radiant and his bright, green eyes crinkling at the corners.

    I can’t help but smile back.

    I watch him as he watches me.

    I bet my view is way better.

    He licks his lips and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. I want to lick it, or gently bite it. I imagine the scruff from his five o’clock shadow tickling my lips, and squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache between them.

    He runs a hand through his wavy, messy hair and I groan, longing to do the same; wishing I was that hand.

    His eyebrows rise up as he approaches. “Hey, Bella, what are you up to?”

    I shrug. “Not much. You?”

    “Same.” His lips wrap around each word.

    I bite my lip hard enough to stop myself from telling him what a huge crush I have on him and how I wish he’d kiss me already and take me out of my misery.

    Instead, I say, “I was just going to get a coffee. Want to stand in line with me?”

    I am lame.

    But the smile he gives me eclipses the one from moments ago. “I’ll follow you anywhere, Bella.”

    My toes curl and my insides quiver as he extends his hand toward mine.

    Gulping, I nervously slip my palm against his. “Okay.”

    I look up at him shyly and the way he’s beaming down at me tells me that maybe there’s a chance.

    We walk inside the coffee shop together, confidence radiating off of him in waves.

    My hand never leaves his as he orders our drinks. He charms Mrs. Cope into giving us free scones and offers to feed me because my hands are full.

    That’s when I know I’ll get to taste that tempting apple someday.

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  2. DH78- http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2231937/DH78
    Word count: 296

    It started with a simple glance.

    “Here you go.” The guy I’ve been chatting with hands me a beer.

    Not even his offering can make me break eye contact with this man.

    This shining star.

    This beacon.

    The way he leans against the railing listening to the small gathering of people who seem to be just as drawn to him as I am right now.

    He answers them. A drag from his cig... never taking his eyes off me. His answering smile is bright, dimpled and sexy as hell.

    He’s caught me in his web.

    I’d barely escape his hold if I tried.

    I don’t want to escape.

    I remember the feel of his lips.

    I remember the feel of his smooth skin over the tight muscles of his back; his thick, wavy hair through my fingers as I tugged and pulled.

    His warm, calloused hands setting me on fire.

    The slight animalistic growl in his voice when he entered me, fucked me.

    The velvety lilt of his accent after we lay there, speaking words of want; words of satisfaction in the dark.

    Here I am... here we are. Again. An ocean of time between us. But it still feels like yesterday.

    I break away from the connection when the guy talking to me calls my name.

    “Hmm? I’m sorry?”

    “Oh, I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to grab something to eat later?”

    I’m about to turn him down when a strong arm snakes its way around my waist. The feel of him scorches every inch of me through my dress.

    “Sorry. She has plans,” he says, whisking me away.

    “I thought I could stay away,” he whispers leading me to my destiny. “I’m mad for you.”

    And I know...

    I won’t say no.

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  3. Chocaholic123
    @chocaholic12345
    Word Count: 300
    ...

    He's standing in the corner when I see him. There's a cigarette resting on his bottom lip, and his thick, sandy hair is fucked up from too much raking. Somebody touches his arm; sharp, red talons curling around him like he's prey, and I have to stop myself from screaming.

    A softer touch on my own wrist; I turn to see my son looking at me. "I was wondering when you'd get here."

    I swallow down the bile that's rising up my throat and turn to Jack, smiling at his happy face. "It's your degree exhibition, Sweetheart. I wouldn't miss a thing."

    "Did you see Max's stuff?" He points to the nudes hung around the room. They're perfect; pale pink flesh brought to life by a master.

    "They're good," I murmur, feeling strange when I see my own body reflected back at me over and over again. "But not as good as yours."

    Jack laughs loudly. "He's out of my league."

    Him and me both.

    I spend the evening hiding, stepping behind installations, avoiding his notice. It almost works, until Jack's tutor spots me. His loud hail causes everybody to stare.

    But cerulean blue is all I can see.

    The world stops. Clocks don't tick, rivers don't run. I stand like a frightened deer when his eyes catch mine. He walks toward me, his swagger cocky and knowing. I grip my glass so tightly it almost breaks.

    "You're here." Max leans forward to brush his lips against my cheek, pausing by my ear, his breath dancing on my skin. "You look fucking incredible."

    I blush and pull back too quickly. He can see the way my nipples pucker beneath my sheer dress. His bottom lips fall open as he grabs my wrist, fingers tight against my flesh.

    "I missed you."

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  4. @bebeginja
    Word Count: 299

    “Come to me tonight. I must have you.” King Edward whispered into my ear.

    I curtsied low before him as our dance ended. The court had already feasted, but the king, I noticed, was still hungry.

    “Yes, Your Grace,” I replied.

    Who am I to deny my king? I am only fifteen, and although I know the risks my consent carries, I also know in my heart that I must have him, too.

    I knew it from the moment I saw him.

    Now, I sneak my way to King Edward’s door. The guards ignore me—they must have been warned.

    I enter his chambers, and my king stands in his undergarments in front of the fireplace. He is tall, muscular, and simply god-like.

    “What is your name?”

    “Isabella, my lord.”

    “Let me undress you.”

    As he unlaces my dress, his knuckles graze my bare shoulders, sending shivers down my spine. I turn to him and let my dress fall, let my hair down.

    “So beautiful,” he sighs. He cups my chin with his hand and kisses me full on the mouth.

    “Am I your first?” he asks between unhurried kisses to my neck.

    “Yes,” I breathe, feeling my heartbeat everywhere.

    “Then I shall make it memorable.”

    I lay on the bed before him, his body glowing in the firelight. His eyes, dark with lust, are in complete contrast to the playfulness of his smirk.

    Despite his scandalous reputation, I am delighted to find that my king is gentle, and indeed quite gracious.

    His fingers inside me force his name quietly from my lips. And, later, as he hovers over me, his name is an anthem, an incantation, a hymn, and a prayer.

    God, forgive me for what I have done.

    I am in love; in love and surely ruined.

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  5. @UnderageDreamer143

    I took a long drag at the brightly lit cigarette between my fingers. I looked at her. Tears streaming down her beautiful face across from me.
    I heard every soft whimpers that choose to escape her lips, every silent prayer she cries out to a god who restricted her rights because of her sexuality.
    My arm leaned against the door frame as I surveyed the damage I’ve done.
    “F*ck!” I exploded.
    My hands grabbing my sand colored hair in a vice grip. I punched the wall more than once. The ache caused by the force my hands are under was nothing compared to the pain in my heart for her. It’s all because of her.
    I kept punching the battered wall when I felt 2 small hands around my waist pleading me to stop what I kept doing. I punched the hole once more before I turned to face my blue-eyed angel.
    I grabbed her face between my palms. I kissed her lips in hunger for her love. My tongue grazed over her bottom lips begging for entry hoping that she would return the same passion and intensity I poured in that kiss; pleading in it that she would feel the same.
    “Come with me,” I whispered already knowing that her answer would be no but I kept trying.
    “My life is here, Max.”
    I turned away and let out a mocking laugh. My body tensed with anger.
    “A LIFE…WITH LIMITATIONS… IMPOSED BY A COUNTRY… CULTURE…RELIGION THAT YOU DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT!” I answered before falling to my knees in front of her.
    Tears were now streaming down my face as I kissed her stomach where our little miracle laid.
    “Come with me, my beautiful girl… please,” my voice breaking.
    “Don’t give him up.... Don’t give us up.”

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  6. @UnderageDreamer143
    Word Count: 298


    I took a long drag at the brightly lit cigarette between my fingers. I looked at her. Tears streaming down her beautiful face across from me.
    I heard every soft whimpers that choose to escape her lips, every silent prayer she cries out to a god who restricted her rights because of her sexuality.
    My arm leaned against the door frame as I surveyed the damage I’ve done.
    “F*ck!” I exploded.
    My hands grabbing my sand colored hair in a vice grip. I punched the wall more than once. The ache caused by the force my hands are under was nothing compared to the pain in my heart for her. It’s all because of her.
    I kept punching the battered wall when I felt 2 small hands around my waist pleading me to stop what I kept doing. I punched the hole once more before I turned to face my blue-eyed angel.
    I grabbed her face between my palms. I kissed her lips in hunger for her love. My tongue grazed over her bottom lips begging for entry hoping that she would return the same passion and intensity I poured in that kiss; pleading in it that she would feel the same.
    “Come with me,” I whispered already knowing that her answer would be no but I kept trying.
    “My life is here, Max.”
    I turned away and let out a mocking laugh. My body tensed with anger.
    “A LIFE…WITH LIMITATIONS… IMPOSED BY A COUNTRY… CULTURE…RELIGION THAT YOU DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT!” I answered before falling to my knees in front of her.
    Tears were now streaming down my face as I kissed her stomach where our little miracle laid.
    “Come with me, my beautiful girl… please,” my voice breaking.
    “Don’t give him up.... Don’t give us up.”

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