#random scene

[original-computer]

[Could you stop doing that.]

"Stop what?"

[Your foot is tugging at my wires under the desk.]

"Oh. Sorry I didn't-"

[It's arousing me. Focus on the task at hand. We will get back to this later.]

[anotherfanficsblog]

"I forgave my parents." Buck said clearly. He shut the door to the livingroom, giving them privacy.

"I know and I'm glad you found your peace with it." Eddie nodded, putting the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Then...why are you being so mean out there?" There's was no frustration or judgement in Buck's voice, just pure curiosity and possibly a helping of humor if the tiny smile on his face was anything to go by.

"I saw what they put you through during that first visit." Eddie turned to face Buck, leaning against the sink and crossing his arms. "I've gotten to hear the stories of how you grew up." There's a fire growing behind Eddie's eyes and the intensity makes Buck swallow. "So yeah, you forgive them. You heal because you deserve it. Me?" Eddie scoffed, glaring to the door with a death glare. "If they want to keep coming here unannounced and try to pretend to be perfect people, perfect parents!?" He looked back at the now sparkly eyed, grinning Buck. "Well, someone has to knock them down a few notches." He shrugged with a "I'm not apologizing" look.

"...And that someone's you?" The brunette questioned, grin still in place.

"Yep." Eddie didn't hesitate. "It's in the best friend contract. Signed it and everything."

"They're going to hate you." Buck laughed softly.

"Then maybe they'll think before barging in and disrupting your life for their twisted gain." Eddie defended. "Because I'll be right there to remind them who your real family is." He spoke with conviction, trailing off into something vulgar in Spanish about his parents and where they can shove their opinion of him.

Eddie only tensed for a moment when Buck stepped forward to bury his head into the crook of his neck. He relaxed and uncrossed his arms. One fell by his side and the other cautiously hesitated over Buck's hip.

*I love you so fucking much.* The words almost poured out of Buck's mouth but, like always, he chickened out at the last second. "...Thank you." It was so soft and sweet.

With that, Eddie let his hand rest on Buck's hip and pulled him closer until their chests touched and his arm wrapped firmly around Buck's middle. The brunette quickly wrapped both his arms around Eddie, like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

His best friend still had unresolved feelings with his parents. It was just Buck's way, to try and act like everything is better and hope that one day it will be.

That was not Eddie's way. He let his other hand cup the back of Buck's head, pulling him in closer. Those people don't get to go on thinking everything's perfect. Not when their son was currently tearing up on his shoulder.

*You don't have to thank me, I love you, you pretty man.*

"You don't have to thank me,....I got your back, always." Eddie internally cursed. Why can he just say it already?

"Yeah, I got your back too." Buck replied against his shoulder.

[caterpillar19]

Coyle doing my work!

COYLE STOP LOOKING AT LIGHTNING GET BACK TO MY WORK

[speedywitchlady]

“I'm slowly forgetting your face.”

“Was she pretty?”

The little boy asked his aunt curiously, his head tilted slightly and his soft brown eyes wide.

His aunt smiled slightly. Though, it didn't look like her happy smile. Her eyes weren't nearly closing. They always did because of how widely she'd smile.

“Yes,” She answered, reaching out a hand to ruffle his hair — He gave her a pout and immediately started fixing his hair. “She was really pretty.”

“Well, what did she look like? You never showed me any pictures. I mean, i know you're very old and all but I'm pretty sure black&white cameras existed back then.”

The boy snickered at his own joke and didn't notice her smile fade away.

“She...She had brown eyes, like you,” She said hesitantly.

“Like mine? Really?”

“Mm-mmh. Well, it was more of amber brown than your chocolate brown ones.”

Or was it chestnut brown? Maybe it was hazel brown.

The boy's nose scrunched up confusion. “What difference does it even make? Brown is brown.”

Right, right. Brown is brown. Noor's eyes were brown. But shouldn't she remember what shade it was? She used to spend hours drawing those beautiful eyes.

“Why don't you draw her, Mo-Mo? You're so good at it.”

She'd tried. She tried a thousand times. But something always felt wrong or missing. She'd get her nose wrong or sometimes forget the mole on the corner of her lips. She wasn't even sure if Noor actually had a mole anymore.

“Mo-mo?”

Her nephew's nickname for her pulled her out of whatever zone she'd wandered off to.

“Huh? Yeah, uh. I-I'll try that, kid. Yeah, I'll draw her for you.”

That is, if she ever properly remembers Noor.

***

So, I saw a prompt where the character slowly starts to forget the details about their lover's face and I just wanted to write something about it.

[wincestwhispers]

Dean getting caught hustling a few guys at pool cause he’s too drunk and slips up. In his drunken celebration, Dean doesn’t notice their rising anger and tries to walk away. The biggest of the three grabs him and slams him against the wall as soon as he turns around. The other two quickly crowd at his sides.

Dean can’t reach his gun in the position so he tries playing it off, giving them the money back. They don’t care for it and the one holding Dean up sneers at him and draws his fist back.

Before it connects with his cheek though, a beer bottle is smashed over the guy’s head and he drops. Towering behind the now crumpled heap on the ground is his giant of a little brother. Hair tussled, eyes sharp and jaw clenched. The men at Dean’s sides swiftly back off and hold their hands up.

“Woah, hey man. We didn’t mean no trouble.”

“Yeah, just a little misunderstanding. Isn’t that right?” The guy on his left looks to Dean to confirm this. Dean can’t help but grin.

“Sure. No trouble at all,” he picks up the money he dropped earlier and steps over the sticky body on the floor. Sam looks him up and down, nods his head and turns to leave. Dean throws a smile over his shoulder before lazily following him outside.

[lenna-z]

Soo very long time has passed and I still can't say for sure that I've came back... Yesterday, I suddenly started thinking about this scene and wrote, and here we are. Just a random scene, but hope you like it <3

Warnings: Non-consensual drug use, Virgil/Kayo ship (because yes, I still think about them)

-Random Scene-

"It would be a shame to ruin your face. But who cares?"

These were the words she heard when she realized the mission went bad. Actually, she wasn't even on an official mission. Penny has told them to think of it as a fun date.

An escape from the rescue operations with Virgil and a little help for Penny.

Now, with the headache worsening as she regained consciousness, she was certain it was a terrible idea.

She knew she was waking up, because the amount of pain she felt in her body was increasing with every passing moment.

"Kay..? Take it easy love."

She forced her eyes open. Her vision was blurry, and she could only make out that ahe was in a car and Virgil was in the driver's seat.

"Wha-" Her throat was bone dry.

"I heard they noticed you. When I entered the room, you were lying unconscious on the floor."

She had remembered managing to attract Victor Mortega's attention. She needed to hack into the man's technology for Penny. She had said the man had information about her, and she needed a trump card too.

A perfectly suited red dress, makeup, and someone who would make the man jealous were enough to attract his attention.

She had agreed to the evening's invitation after being certain that Virgil's role would be very small and harmless.

"There was a syringe on the ground, Kay... I think they drugged you."

Moving and breathing were painful, and Kayo suspected it wasn't solely due to the drugs.

"You okay love?"

She was sure there were more than bruises in some parts of her body, but she saved that for later. Virgil's voice didn't sound like himself.

"You- okay?"

"Me? Yeah, you're the one I'm worried about."

As her vision improved, her headache intensified. But along with the nausea that flared up in her stomach, the feeling that something was wrong grew stronger.

Did they have a car like that? Or Penny?

"Whose...car is this?"

Why were they going so fast and constantly changing lanes?

"Kay..."

Even with her inability to breathe, the intense pain in her body, and her clouded mind, she could sense the hesitation in Virgil's voice. But there was also an undeniable anxiety present.

Something was very wrong.

"I'll be okay Virgil- the car..."

"We- we stole this."

"We did what?" Virgil was driving very fast, and the constant changes of direction were increasing the bile that was coming up into her mouth.

His grip on the steering wheel was tightening.

"I needed to get you out of there. John helped. They had guns and you were unconsciousness."

What the-

"Pull over." She was trying to put her hand on the doorknob. She had to get out of the car without getting the car or the dress Penny had given her dirty.

"I- I can't..."

"Virgil- I'm going to throw up!" Virgil was frantically checking the mirrors. But he never slowed down.

"Damn I can't, Kay! We're being followed."

[rottierant]

This little scenario has been lingering around my stupid puppy brain for a few hours..

. TW: suggestive, AND tummy kink content under the cut🔞

. I might make a part two

. I need this done to me.

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Person A comes home to their friend/partner after a tiring day of work. Person B, under the covers, is trying to hide from them for some reason. A snickers at the sight, but heads over to the fridge and stands in udder shock. It's been completely raided. Only a half drank soda is still there from last night. A could hear a small pain filled whimper from the couch where B was. A rushed over there and ripped the covers off of them.

OH!.. oh.. oh.

And there Person B was.. half naked, stomach burbling, grumbling and making cute squeamish sounds. B could only whimper and make small moans and turn their head away in shame.. "S..Sorry honey.. I just got so hungry and I-" A cut them off by straddling their groin. "It's fine dear.. but it's time for some pay back, hm? Let me rub it.. it's the least you can do." They crossed their arms and glared at B.

With a small belch and a genuine moan, B finally just subsided with a small nod of approval for A to continue. "Aww.. you always know how to make me happy dearest." Their hands were already lingering and gently pressing against B's swollen gut. A was grinding against B gently.. while also still feeling B's stomach. Starting to put more pressure on it. "O..Oh wait!! be careful!!- That's a sensiti..-"

*BELLCHHH..* "Sorry.. hhhahh.. again..?" That only turned A on, and made them rub deeeppp.. circles into B's stuffed stomach. Grinding even harder on B's groin. Both of them getting pretty hot and bothered, B couldn't help themselves and tugged A down. Both of their stomachs pressed together.

*GroOoANnn.. GruUmmbllee GlOrp..* "You've been a tease to me this entire time.. I bet you soaked your work clothes with all the "dry" humping you're doing!~" "Oh shut the fuck up and just take what's coming.." "You?" A periodic pause came from A. Was that a joke?.. But then before A could even process, B already scooted A's body up onto their stomach.

A was now sitting on B's overstuffed and grumbling tummy. A whimpered and tried to move off out of embarrassment, but B held their thighs so A couldn't move a muscle. A's crotch was already overly sensitive due to hearing that gut going wild and the grinding.. but actively sitting on it? oh boy. "Ahhh.. mgnnhh.. okay!! okay!! B stop before I..-" B cut of A with a snicker.

.

.

"Ohhh... but baby! You wanted this, let's just see how long you can really take it."

[storyteller7000]

Writer's Block #12

Still have writer's block... but this scene came to my mind when I remembered the music from Disney's animated Beauty and the Beast where Belle travels towards the West Wing.

Just this scene... this crack... I don't know... speaks to me...

Belle looking into the broken mirror - Walt Disney's Beauty and the Beast