#wtb prompt

[veirsewrites]

I started writing full scenarios for that one ask but stopped, well, at one.

the RO's are out somewhere that's relatively crowded with mc; how do they react if mc asks when they can go home, and admits that they want to feel their hands on them?

Slightly suggestive underneath:

You pull lightly at the ends of their hair, twirling the soft black strands around your finger. “Let’s go,” you whisper, dragging out the words.

A laughs, smirking back at you, “I know you hate crowds, but I haven’t seen the artist’s new piece yet.” They tug the end of your shirt to pull you in, “you know I’ve been waiting ages for this, please stay.”

It’s their fault, really, that you want to leave. Not that the new exhibit at the museum //isn’t// interesting but it’s their outfit that sticks out to you. They tried to dress down to blend in better with the crowd, change their vampiric-all-black aesthetic since vampires aren’t allowed in this art gallery.

Instead, they dawns a soft forest green button down, a plain white shirt underneath and black jeans. //Jeans.// Never in your undead life did you ever think you’d see A wear jeans and a t-shirt. And it’s doing everything for you.

Your eyes travel up and down their body.

Hair messy and untamed, fly aways in front of their eyes, dark green eyes that are so gorgeously complimented by the sage green button down. Golden piercings that stand out so well with the forest of colors. Their lithe torso that you can see so well because the white tee is so thin, thin enough if you’re looking, which you are. And then the jeans. You have no idea why the jeans are driving you crazy but they are and you’re not sure if you want them on you or just off of them.

So you tug their soft white shirt out from its semi-tucked place in their pants, pulling him close just as he did you. “I’m sorry, A, but I need you to stop focusing on the painting and focus on //me//,” you practically growl.

And that catches their attention. They divert their attention back to you and their pupils are immediately blown. They take in your eyes, your quickening pulse and the quick dart of your tongue to wet your dried lips.

They shake their head at you, biting the top of their lip in restraint. “My absolute favorite weakness, let’s go,” like water, they give so easily to you, immediately grabbing your hand and leading you out the front door. “But I will not be able to make it all the way back,” they say in hushed tones, “not with you looking at me like that.” They run their nails up the side of your neck, brushing over your pulse while leading you to a secluded corner outside.

[veirsewrites]

I just got a random spark of inspiration and remembered that someone, probably at least 6 months ago, requested a POV of Arlo/Aida reuniting with MC.

So here's some content!

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A man bumps into them, though they do nothing. They can’t. Not when their mind is no longer their own. It’s victim to the room, the crowd, the noises, the sounds.

The expectations. Their failure. Their fear.

The room spins.

How long has it been?

It tilts left and right, left and right.

Will you even remember them?

It sways back and forth, back and forth.

They’re going to throw up- it’s going to happen. This was a mistake, they should leave.

Mistake mistake mistake-

Then a familiar scent.

The room stills.

It’s you.

Everything around them falls away, the people, the lights, it’s as if everything parts for them as they’re pulled towards you. Their mind is still not their own, hand coming up to touch you.

See if this is real.

If you’re real.

Warm. So warm.

Every feeling in their body stops as they watch you turn and look at them.

Their heart stops beating and their mind stops thinking. Everything goes blank until they’re called back. Back from their plummet, back from their spiral. You say their name and they’re called back. So they respond with the one thing they know, the only thing they’ve ever known.

“$name,” they whisper.

And then your name isn’t enough. Please, please, let them touch you.

Their hand comes up, brushing against your face and everything, everything comes back. The pain, the loss, the love. It comes boiling back up, tight in their throat, knotted in their chest.

When you don’t recoil they can’t believe it. So they map out every feature on your face that they know still almost better than their own. They drink in your eyes, drowning themself in it. They climb the ridge of your nose, taking their time, the edges of your cheeks, the bumps of your brows. The colors of your hair. Every imperfection, every perfection, you're still perfect.

It’s not enough, not enough time to remember everything they might’ve forgotten, that they never want to forget again.

When your eyes close their heart clenches with regret. Guilt. Self hatred. Please don’t- Please, they beg internally, please.

And then you finally react.

[veirsewrites]

A, song 3

Night Drive - HENRY

I want you so bad.

So… this song is nsfw. And I just happened to write an nsfw scene with this song in mind, like months ago.

Therefore, I’ll share the start of it:

It’s clumsy, desperate, their hands are on your face but it’s not enough. The back of your neck, your clothes, your waist. Anything, anything to bring you closer. They cling to you, needing you so badly.

You’re just as wanting, hand pulling at their hair, pulling the groans out of their throat. Their waist, the hem of their pants, their belt. Your bodies are as close as they can get while sitting.

Their lips are soft under your bite, pliable as their mouth opens for you. Tongue on tongue, it’s wet, sloppy.

But you need more.

Their mouth leaves yours and you almost growl with frustration, but the growl melts into a pant as they suck on your neck. Your jaw. Your ear. Their hand kneads into your thigh, fostering the heat that steadily grows in you.

Nails, almost claws, dig into their back, serving only to spur them on. But it’s not enough, still not enough.

You tear their shirt, grabbing the cloth on either shoulder and tearing with the same fervor burning within you. Buttons fly off, scattering on the floor. Your hands travel to their bare stomach, running up and down the warm skin, spurring on a breathy moan from them. In thanks, they run their tongue along your neck before pulling back and looking at you with bloodshot eyes.

[veirsewrites]

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

for our favourite werewolf?

[CLOSE] while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

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I wrote this a while ago and didn’t like it, but maybe someone else will 🤷‍♀️

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In a relationship:

Eddie stands alone, counting money at the end of the bar. Still high from the buzz of the night, you slide particularly close to them. They barely spare you a side glance, "gonna help me count?" The paper flips in their hands.

"Not even a little bit," you swipe a few pieces out of their hands and wave it in front of your face, smiling. They sigh, looking at you. "I'm tired, $name." They step close, reaching for the money but you hide it behind your back, effectively in each other's space. Not ever known to back down, Eddie just stares at you. Your gaze slips down, running across their body, their arms folded across their chest, mostly likely wearing a disapproving look on their face that only ever fuels you. You drag your eyes back up, lingering on their lips.

Always in a frown but somehow still so inviting.

Then you look back into their eyes, trying to reign in your focus. Their expression hasn't changed, still flat, tired. But still, you feel almost buzzed looking at them. "You'll have to try harder than that," you tease, but your voice cracks. You clear your throat, hoping they don't notice.

They take a step forward and you can't help but falter back, but you're stopped by a solid surface. They've won this game of chicken, all your senses filled with the thought of them. Their entire presence. You inhale, trying to clear your mind but instead its flooded again, with them. Their hand comes to rest on one side of the bar, leaning on the wooden surface, and every thought you've ever had leaves your mind. They slowly peel the money out of your hand, letting it rest on the other side of you, effectively caging you in.

Then Eddie leans in close to whisper in your ear, "I don't think I have to." They push off the bar, putting space between you before focusing back on what they were doing. "You can help or wait.” Finally they send you a smug smile. “Your choice."

[veirsewrites]

jealousy from the prompts? for eddie or a >:)

Everyone wants to see A jealous (Eddie doesn’t get jealous) so here’s what happens when A gets jealous!

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Jealous jealous jealous.

Fuck.

A grumbles to themself, shooting back their glass of whiskey. They need more and they need it stronger and they need it now. They catch the bartender’s eyes and signal for more.

The werewolf at the corner of the bar has been trying to catch A’s attention all night but A cannot be bothered. Not when you’re one barstool away, flirting with whoever the fuck is next to you.

You laugh loudly, bumping A’s shoulder and that’s it for them. They down their new drink, finally making eye contact with the werewolf. Without breaking it, A stands from their spot, hooding their eyes and smirking. The werewolf’s eyes light up. Then A turns around and walks to the human you’re flirting with.

You look at A curiously and that brief second of attention is all A needs. They sit on the other barstool, effectively enclosing the human between the two of you. Suddenly aware, the human sits up straight.

“I hope my friend here is treating you right,” A purrs while closing in. The human swallows hard and wordlessly, enthusiastically, nods their head.

A looks over to you and you grin back, running your hand over the humans arm and whispering into their ear. “I wouldn’t want you feel unwelcome.” The human leans towards you.

Then A tilts the human’s chin towards themself, watching them with dark eyes, flickering between their neck and lips. “Or unwanted.”

The human lets out a stuttering breath, snugly situated between both vampires. “No-no not at all. This is perfect.”

A can’t help but internally cringe at the human’s weak will. But if this is the game you want to play, A will more than happily oblige.

[veirsewrites]

Hello author! Forgive me for I’m a selfish person when it comes to Eddie 🥹.

Bare, close, and intimate for Eddie please! 🤭 I see them all working together for an INTENSE scene but feel free to just do one! (*ahem* bare *cough*)

Thank you and have a beautiful day! 💕

[CLOSE] while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receivers body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[BARE] as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver's bare shoulder.

I... changed them a little bit.

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The air is damp, beads of water drip from the metal doorknob. Water pours in the background, loud, intrusive, splattering against the bottle of shampoo that lays on the floor of the tub. The curtain hangs half open, the corners of the tub pool with soap and water, revealing an empty shower.

Eddie sits on the floor, white towel wrapped around them. Their head is situated between two cabinets of the vanity they lean against. Drops of water fall off their chin, soaked into the towel. Clothes damp, you sit next to them, silent. They smell like soap, your head falls to their shoulder, wrapping your arm around their own.

Their head turns away at the contact. It seizes them, their shoulders shake as another sob escapes their throat. The hand that comes up in an attempt to muffle the noise fails. It squeezes at your chest and you hold them tighter, turning so your forehead lays on the peak of their shoulder. Small, delicate kisses are placed, reminders that they aren't alone. Their hand intertwines with your own, held in your lap.

More time goes. The sounds of water hitting plastic blurs into the background. The fan blends in with the nosie. Eddie finally takes in a shaking breath. Head now facing forward.

Their arm never leaves your own as you sit up, leaning back to examine them. Skin is pale. Shoulders slumped. Scars twist into view from their back onto their neck. Lips are chapped. Red. Red from the pressure of biting them together, from the stress and exhaustion of keeping them shut. Your eyes linger on their lips, but are pulled to their eyes. The eyes that finally look back at you.

Puffy. Glossy. But they look back at you.

No longer lost.

As you stare at each other, something flips in your stomach, something protective, something desperate. So you pull them close. Forehead against forehead. As close as you can get.

"Okay?" You whisper.

Eddie nods. Not an audible response, but a response all the same.

Okay.

[veirsewrites]

ooo how about #16 and eddie? thank you!!

Don’t They - Josh Levi

Life's too short to be alone It's what you make it, so can we make it?

It's not often they doubt themselves.

It's not often they question their decisions.

But in the light of the moon, shining through their curtains, when the ground is wet and the streets are quiet… they pause.

Always so rational yet so contradicting.

Assurance in their feelings twists into confusion then again twists into confidence. Up and down, hot and cold, they’ll never let you see it.

Do they deserve this?

Will they make it?

[veirsewrites]

Hello ! I have a prompt :) The Insurgent - Embrace

He keeps it together for the crowd.

He maintains his composure as his allies worry over him.

He holds it together until he closes the door.

Until he sits on the bed, so soft and gentle under his weight. He lays back into the blankets, so lenient, so kind.

Everything he wishes he had.

He closes his eyes and revels in the embrace.

The door opens again, his solitude disturbed but he sits up, ready to serve, ready to lead.

Instead, a genuine smile graces his eyes as he watches you close the door. As his sun lights up the room.

His eyes stay fixed to you as you walk forwards to stand between his legs. How could he look away? So bright. So warm.

Hands on your hips, his eyes look up at you. Sweeping your hand through his hair he can’t help but smile again. Feel lucky.

Then his eyes close as you trace his cheekbones. The lines on his face.

And they stay closed as you push him back, straddling his lap and pulling him close.

They stay closed as you hold him tight, as he cherishes you. Soaks in your warmth.

And as he feels safe in your arms.