FLASH FIC FRIDAY IS BACK!
With all the craziness going on in the world, we wanted to bring some of the fun back from the fandom heydays with Flash Fic Fridays.
What’s a Flash Fic?
Basically it’s a spur of the moment, scene or story prompted by gifs, pictures, words, or quotes.
How does it work?
Each Friday, TLS will post a picture prompt to the blog. Using the image, we are asking writers to submit 100-300 words ONLY – no more, no less. Please leave your submission in the comment section at the bottom of the post using this format:
- Penname
- Link to your FFN profile
- Your wonderful 100-300 words
Is this a contest/competition?
No, but we are hoping to inspire words from writers and smiles from readers during this period of social distancing.
So flash us!
Give us some dirty words with a side of sizzle. Make us swoon from sweetness. Or if you love angst, make it hurt so good.
Here’s the prompt I selected for this week. Make sure to incorporate it into your submission:
Happy writing!
XOXO
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XOXO
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“Where are you going?” she asks, bunching the sheets to cover her chest.
ReplyDeleteI dip down to gather my clothes. “Home.”
“Already?” I feel her fingertip trace down my arm. “I thought we’d try that new bistro around the corner tonight.”
“Not happening.”
She clucks her tongue. “Why not?”
“Several reasons.” I pull up my slacks and zip my fly. “I’m not sure why you’re pretending not to remember what they are.”
“Is it my husband?”
“That’s your concern, not mine.”
“Maybe you should be concerned?”
“Tell him.” I buckle my belt. “Don’t tell him.” Snatching my shirt off the floor, I spare her a glance. “I don’t give a shit either way.”
She’s eerily quiet while I finish dressing. Silently seething, I’m sure. I can feel her cold, calculating brown eyes on me. A generic substitute for the warm ones that I want. She’s nothing more than a brunette stand-in for the beauty I can’t have.
“Edward,” she sighs, “I –”
“Enough.” I cut her off. “You and I both know why we’re here. Don’t delude yourself into thinking it’s anything more than that.”
Her eyes narrow. “It’s her, isn’t it?”
I straighten my collar, glaring at her from my reflection in the mirror.
“Bel-la,” she taunts, letting the sheets fall and crawling to the edge of the bed. “The mousy little barback that half the waitstaff is fawning over these days?”
“This has nothing to do with her.”
“Oh? But I think it does.” Pleased with herself, she grins. “You’re far more transparent than you think.”
Inhaling deeply, I turn and tip her chin up with my fingers.
“She’s not mine,” I tell her, pressing my thumb to her bottom lip and watching her pretty pink tongue that matches the tips of her tits slide against my skin. “And neither are you, Angie.”
She grips my wrist and sucks on my thumb slowly, releasing it with a pop. “I could be.”
I can’t help the sideways smirk that forms at her words as I stare down at her pathetically hopeful expression. “I’ll never want you like that.”
“You mean like the way you want her?”
I chuckle lightly, opening the hotel room door before answering her parting shot. “Exactly.”
OMG that was really good. And, way to put her in her place.
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She decides to talk to Emmett about it.
“Was, um, was he always such a raging pervert?” she grunts, unloading a box marked “vases” and adding it to the stack on the sidewalk. She’s still sore in odd places, places she hadn’t realized could get sore. Sore in aches that call out for more. Demand more.
Edward winks at her from the porch and takes steps three at a time to grab a box before heading back in.
Emmett smirks. “Nah, Bells,” he says, giddy and knowing. “Pretty sure he only got that way after you.”
***
He straddles her, knees beside her chest. Holds her chin in his hand and runs a thumb over her bottom lip. A pool shark calling his shot.
“Ready?” he rasps. “Are you? Gonna take all of me?” Thumb replaced with the great weight of his cock. Mint replaced with the taste of them both.
He sinks inside and gets her to his goal, their goal. “That’s it, Sweetheart.”
He likes it close. Likes it hard because it’s good. Nasty because it’s ... intimate.
He loves her. Tells her every morning as he kisses her awake, as he pushes in from behind. Tells her every night as he fucks her dirty. Fucks her like there’s a camera in the corner.
He’s got her on all fours. Sheets clutched in her hands. Oversensitive. Three times this round.
“Again,” he says like it’s sweet. Like it’s a question.
And she lets him. Wouldn’t have it any other way. Wouldn’t want to go back to tentative brushes and polite thrusts.
Later, when those sheets are soaked and dank and her throat dark and red, she’ll ask, “Where’d you learn to do that?”
He’ll gather her up and whisper like it’s a secret. “All you, Sweetheart,” he’ll breathe. “All you.”
Jeez it all hot up in here. Dayummmmm
DeleteI agree with Bevey, that was so hot!
DeleteI’d love so much more of these! :)
ReplyDeleteThis warm evening just turned steamy! Excellent job ladies.
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Bella’s in my lap, idly playing with the chain around my neck. “How much longer is your break?” Her dark eyes are full of mischief.
I look over my shoulder at the clock. “Twenty minutes, but Pop doesn’t care. As long as I get my shit done. Why?”
“You wanna show me the rooms you were telling me about?”
I smirk, tracing my thumb along her bottom lip. “Yeah?”
Her tongue peeks out before she nips me. “Oh, yeah.”
She hops off my lap, and I lead her by the hand down the hall toward the clubhouse bedrooms. The room we wind up in is used for storage, and boxes and supplies are stacked along the walls. As soon as the door closes, she pushes me up against it and kisses me. Just as I’m about to reach for the button on her shorts, she drops to her knees.
She wastes no time getting my zipper down and my cock out. Looking up at me, she swipes that wicked tongue of hers across the slit before swallowing me whole. Her eyes lock with mine. My hands move to her hair, gently guiding, slowing her pace, repeating over and over in my head not to fuck her mouth. Her cheeks hollow, and it feels like she’s trying to suck my soul outta my body.
“Jesus, Bella,” I pant, squeezing my eyes closed. “Fuck.” My body reacts like it always does when Bella goes down on me, and I come fast and hard. With my chin tucked against my chest I groan, fighting to open my eyes to look down at my girl.
With a satisfied smirk, she cleans me off, tucking my dick back in my jeans.
Still breathing heavily, I reach down and tilt her chin up. “Your turn.”
Yep that's only fair. 3333
DeleteYou got Shift on the mind, don't ya, Cheryl? I'm all in with the little extra! ;)
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This is an outtake from A Story of Firsts
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12820961/1/A-Story-of-Firsts
The First Time She Baked Him a Cake
With his parents away for the weekend, Edward slept until two in the afternoon. Stretching, he stood. His idle muscles screamed in protest as well as his stomach. He scratched his balls before throwing on the T-shirt he’d worn on his date with Bella the previous evening. Grasping the collar of the shirt to his nose, he inhaled and smiled. A trace of her scent still lingered.
After reaching the kitchen, he opened the fridge. Eight containers neatly lined the shelves—each one clearly identified with a label. When it came to the nutritional wellbeing of her family, his mom didn’t leave anything up to chance. Just as he placed ‘Saturday’s Breakfast’ on the counter, the doorbell rang.
Still clad in his boxers, he cautiously peeked through the peephole. Discovering his girlfriend on the other side, he opened the door. “I thought you had to work.”
“Newton didn’t need me today.” She shrugged, gesturing to the aluminum-covered dish in her grip. “So I decided to bake a cake.”
“What’s the occasion?”
“Your birthday, silly.”
“But my birthday’s not for two more weeks.”
“Exactly.” She walked into the kitchen, setting the plate on the island. “If I’d waited until then, you wouldn’t have been surprised.”
As weird as her logic seemed, it somehow made sense. Unable to resist the dessert, he removed the foil and sampled the chocolate frosting. Swallowing, he grimaced, trying not to gag.
Bella had mixed up the sugar with the salt.
“Good, right? It’s my mom’s secret recipe.” Grabbing his finger, she placed it inside her mouth, licking away any traces of leftover icing.
All thoughts of salt quickly disappeared as Edward silently agreed. In the entirety of his fifteen years, nothing had come close to the sight and feel of Bella’s tongue swirling against his skin.
Did she not taste the salt on his finger? Gross frosting aside, it seems like that be leading to a "first." ;)
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Fuck. That mouth.
This girl is gonna be the end of me.
She's so fucking beautiful. So sexy. So damn intelligent.
How could I not want her?
She's all I can think about.
Those eyes, always looking at me with a perfect mixture of innocence, naughtiness, and desire.
That mouth, so soft and inviting. I want to taste it. I need to know her flavor. I need to know if those lips feel as incredible around my cock as I always imagine.
Every day, I picture my cock sliding deep into that gorgeous mouth as I come in my shower.
Every day, she taunts me, tempts me, tests my restraint, as she looks at me longingly and bites that luscious lower lip.
Every day, I have to stand behind my podium until I can get my cock back under control.
Every day, I fall asleep after abusing my cock to thoughts of taking her.
Today, I don't know whether to feel relief or despair, that the last class of the semester is over.
I'm a fucking mess.
Literally.
I grab a tissue, and tuck myself back into my pants, just as a knock sounds on my office door.
Fuck! Too close.
"Enter."
It's her.
Bella.
She looks up at me with knowing eyes and bites that damn lip.
"Sorry to...interrupt, Professor Cullen."
She heard me.
I go to her, cradling her chin in my hand, stroking her plump lip as I tug it free.
"Please don't do that," I force out.
She looks up at me as her wet tongue tastes the remnants of my activities on my thumb.
She moans, and my cock twitches.
"Did I hear my name, Sir?"
Oh, it's on.
"Close the door."
Be gentle, I'm a virgin. 🤣
DeleteDon't worry, you have a VERY good handle on this topic. And I like how you ended it!
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“This probably shouldn’t have happened, but I don’t regret it for a second.”
Butterflies explode in my stomach at his revelation and I can’t stop the wide smile from spreading across my lips. His serious expression softens as well and I can glimpse a hint of a smile.
“I don’t regret it either,” I admit and I can see his eyes darken as his thumb lightly grazes the side of my mouth.
Desire explodes inside of me and his nostrils immediately flare. Paul shuts his eyes tightly as though he is trying to control himself, but then moves his hand from my cheek and places it at the small of my back as he pulls me closer. My entire body sings with pleasure as our skin touches. Paul exhales deeply and leans his forehead against mine, my eyes close as well and we both take a moment to simply enjoy our embrace.
“I need to go,” Paul repeats, but this time I can hear the deep reluctance in his voice. He doesn’t want to leave and that makes me so very happy.
“Your brothers are probably looking for you and if they find you with me they will kill me,” he continues with a humorless laugh and I smile.
I realize that he is correct in his assumption. In fact, I’m surprised that my annoying and overprotective brothers haven’t found me already. It doesn’t stop me from wanting Paul, though. I tighten my hold around his waist, pushing my body even closer to his and he immediately responds with a deep groan. I can feel him harden, and all I want is to feel him move inside of me again.
“Leah,” he bites out and I can hear the warning in his tone. It only makes me want him even more.