PLEASE JOIN US EACH FRIDAY TO SEE WHO'S FLASHING US
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 by commenting on this post. Submissions must be 100-300 words ONLY. No more, no less. The entries are then judged and we post the winners here, each Friday, to share with all of you.
Picture prompt and Judge this week is: Edmazing
THIS WEEK'S NEW PROMPT:
Alright guys, I'm fudging the rules a little. I've got a naughty prompt for you:
But I want you to work these words in there somewhere, somehow.
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:
Your name (use your Twitter, Facebook or FFN name)
Your link to your FFN profile if you choose to share it
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 CHOSEN BY Twilover76:
Thank you so much to everyone who submitted entries for me this week. They really were all excellent!!! I had a tough time choosing between them and wanted to place every one of them!
One little note... remember the word count needs to be between 100 and 300 words. There was one entry I would have placed in my top three if it hadn't gone way over (TouchMyNeck).
Thanks again for entering and I hope you all come back for this week's round.
First Place: LovelyBrutal
Word Count: 242
I love this song.
The rhythm that pounds steady as your heart's heavy beating right now.
Unfaltering, endless, and wicked, it leads everything else on the track.
The guitar, the lyrics, the bass – they were all secondary, crafted to surround and glorify the beat that's guiding and adhering everything together. That drives everything in and of you to agree, to move, to revel. The sway in your step, the light in your eyes, storm in your synapses. It's all perfectly in tune with this song.
It was written to make hips grind and toes curl. To make you want to turn it up. To make you open your mouth for me and sing.
To give life to your ache. To set your need on fire.
And it does.
You love it. I can feel it.
It's in the way you rock your hips into mine like a drum beat. The way you beg for deeper with the curve of your back, a dance trapped between sheets and skin.
The way you twine your fingers around mine, tighter than the coil of guitar strings while I slide, and push, and drop my weight right through you.
The high pitched pleas that float up in the shadow of my low groans.
Each little “don't stop” prayer that follows my whispered “fuck” like a chorus.
It all comes back to this song.
It ignites you.
It was meant to.
I wrote it for you.
Second Place: Lost In Fanfiction
Word Count: 300
Your weight is stifling. Our fingers laced together, above my head, oppressive. Yet, I don’t
fight it. Pleasure outweighs discomfort. The unyielding rhythm of your cock and sounds in my ear let me know that you feel this, love this. I submit to you, the feelings, the pleasure, knowing I will regret it.
After I reach my peak, you reach yours. The weight of your body remains. Reality hits me strong, the doubt, the knowing. I almost start counting the minutes until you go. And I wonder, will you say anything first? Will you wait until I’m asleep to slip out? It’s not always the same with you, but ultimately…you leave.
I’ve become that girl I never thought I’d be—the weak and powerless one when it comes to a man. One man...you. Every time you leave I say it will be the last.
But it never is.
I’m weak, a doormat even. You’re my drug and I’m hooked.
You roll off and snuggle in, a deceiving possessive arm across my middle, almost taunting me to believe it means something.
I take one last look at you before I close my eyes, same as always, committing you to my memory. Your unkempt yet perfect hair, the scruff on your strong jaw, the masculine eyebrows, the long, lean muscles of your arms. One last time, I tell myself, remember it well.
Touches and feelings begin to rouse me. I dare not open my eyes and wake myself from this dream. The pleasure builds until white light bursts behind my lids. My body sings from head to toe.
When you enter me, I realize it’s not a dream. I peer through heavy lids and see the pleasure on your face as you move inside me.
You smile. “Always.”
Third Place: mystiquejeweled
Word Count: 300
His eyes had been following me all week.
I felt it most when I laughed loudly or fingered my hair. I’ll admit, I may have given the locks an extra twirl just to feel the burn of his gaze on me.
I hated that I loved his attention. I hated him. Then again, he hated me.
Too bad our bodies didn’t get the memo.
I’d just walked in to my room when I felt two large hands grab my waist and lift me. Before I knew it, I felt my back hit the soft mattress of my bed. One of the hands quickly slipped off my waist and covered my mouth, muffling my shriek of surprise.
My eyes met impish, green ones and narrowed. I shoved his hand off me and glared at him. “What the hell, Edward?”
He smirked down at me. Bronze-haired, green-eyed, and with a body that was sculpted to perfection, the best friend of my older brother was a heartbreaker. “Hey there, Bella.”
He leaned down and kissed me, his soft lips roughly pushing against mine. I desperately wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t.
My legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist and my hand tugged at his hair. He groaned and ran his hands up and down my waist, thrusting his hard cock right where I needed him.
“I’ve wanted you all week.” He muttered roughly.
I moaned as he kissed my neck, his hands pushing my dress up my thighs. One of his hands grabbed both of mine and held them above my head as he kissed his way down my collarbone.
His other hand crept up my thigh, dangerously close to my sex. He grinned against my skin. “Love me now?”
I wish I could say ‘no’.
Honorable Mention: TGBMcCray
Word Count: 296
Since my six-week checkup, he's been sniffing around like a dog looking for a place to bury his bone. I'd as soon play dead.
Oh, they are a joy, to be sure, and work, these whelping babes, wriggling and screaming for dinner among the mounds of swollen flesh I once shared only with him. We live days of adoration and nights of blinding exhaustion.
I am stripping wet sheets, and he is home early. I am mad when I see him in his work shirt and shaven jaw. He's got those hopeful eyes. I just want a fucking nap.
He's crushing me to his chest. "I missed you." His lips are against my neck and that heavy scent of musk and salt water; it works over the Dreft and sourness, pulling me in. He's needy and I don't want to fill anyone else, but his lips are trailing where his hands pet. I am worn and warming.
My head turns and he licks my lips. "I need you."
I say it. "I'm so tired, so...ugly."
His hand stills on his belt. "No..." He follows the curve of my ass and squeezes, walking his hands up my ribcage, skirting the edges of my breasts. "You made my babies, darlin’.”
My mouth is working like a fish, because, oh! One long finger is inside me, and then two, and he is grunting and rutting, dropping his jeans. "My love, my love..."
He grabs my shoulder and turns me. I bend at the waist and when he's slipped inside, we both shiver deep. His hands cover mine as he pushes. I stick out my ample ass to meet him and we are not mom and dad anymore.
We are Adam and Eve in the garden of this holy space.