#Vees Writes Stuff

[vergess]

My first thought thanks to an old comment of yours: Jonathan Harker/Jack Seward, kissing with teeth

It doesn't take much to split his lip. Wind chapped and cold in the continental autumn, so far from London's warm and putrid embrace.

He can tell the very moment Harker's seeking tongue finds the split, foreign spit stinging as his tongue laves across the raw flesh revealed, smooth and coppery. Seward makes every reasonable effort not to moan, and fails. It burns unpleasantly, and he cannot pull back. Not for anything. Not even when Harker's teeth catch on a ragged edge and peels it away, fresh blood welling up to meet his conquest.

This time he yelps, undignified, and Harker swallows it, sucking Seward's loosed lip between his own, and pressing down so, so slowly with his incisors. First pressure, then heat, then slow blooming pain, until Seward goes still and limp, unwilling to breathe lest Harker tear his face in two.

When he finally stops, Harker's lips are wet and red and so very whole. Seward, as is his lot, is not so lucky. Perhaps their next hotel will be near a pharmacy of some repute. A salve will be in order.

Particularly if this is going to continue.

[vergess]

It's not hard to fool the cops. They're pigs, after all. And while a pig is smart enough to kill a man and eat the evidence, it still can't tell the difference between a vet's office and a slaughterhouse until after you've loaded it onto the trailer.

The judges, that's harder.

You have to slog your way through the most tedious minutiae of a broken system, pretending to care at all. Learning all the witticisms that make you a member of their clergy.

They see you with your big brown eyes, your cherubic blonde curls, and assume you're stupid like the pigs. You talk circles around them with perfect citations, and they back down that little bit. A larger animal realizing you have venom in your teeth.

The politicians are the worst of it all. They know the smell of blood. They've had their share of demons with gold halos.

At least the tedious ones spoke clearly, had ambitions. These festering wounds gape vacant in the space around you.

But you're so sweet. Wide eyed, innocent, charming, smart but not scary.

They give you a pilot program: one wing of your very own.

There is no fooling the criminals. You wouldn't bother trying. Either they have the good sense to stay away, or the desperation to come closer.

40 kilos of charm, cheer, and sunshine.

It takes 6 months.

He's an older man, bald and sagging. He sits in the plush chair bolted in front of your desk, door left open to the guards outside. You and he both know that isn't for your sake, but you thank him anyway.

"I'll take your deal." He says, no preamble. You smile, warm and genuine, and offer for him to sit. You know it will be the most comfortable seat he's had in years. Decades maybe.

"May I ask why?" You say, polite but distant. No need to pour syrup down his throat. He came willingly, after all.

The man shakes his head. You nod. His reasons are of interest to you, but they don't actually matter. Maybe he's tired. Maybe he's hopeful. Maybe he wants to die.

"And your name, sir?" You say. As though his number isn't printed on his coveralls. As though he's even had a name since he came here.

He stares at you, dark eyes looking for the trick. You sit with your smile and your good humour, watching him in turn.

Eventually, "David."

"A pleasure to meet you, David. Have the guard escort you to my cell after supper, please." You say, and then gesture him away with a wave. As he leaves, you address the guard. "Would you mind closing the door? I'm afraid I have some new paperwork to fill out."

You laugh sweetly, and the guard laughs with you, his salute sloppy as he obeys.

==

Anthony L███, number ███, reports to your cell promptly that evening.

"How are you, David? Come in, come in." You wave to him from your perch on the top bunk, armed with a dozen slim, paperback novels covered in tacky horse paintings.

He looks tired. Maybe that was his reason after all. He also looks smaller, from up here, but that's to be expected.

When he hesitates at the door, you laugh lightly. "You can leave any time you like, David. They won't lock the door."

He coughs once, awkwardly, and crosses the threshold. "Thought it'd be different."

"Ah, well, it was enough trouble just getting a decent office in this place. I'm afraid a luxury suite isn't on your docket tonight! But, perhaps tomorrow evening?"

"Right," David says, slowly sitting on the lower bunk, thin mattress doing little to defend him from the creaking springs.

The cell door closes at 1900 sharp, but no latch clicks. David nearly jumps up anyway. You don't glance up from your paperback, but you do offer, "You can check it, if you like. Just don't actually leave once you open it, or you'll have to start over."

You're surprised when he doesn't actually stand up after all. Perhaps a little charmed. Whether he trust you enough to believe you, or just enough to know it doesn't matter either way, it's still quite the show of faith.

Silence settles for some time. At 2200, the lights cut out.

That's that for the whirlwind adventures of teenage horse girl melodrama.

"Time for bed, then!" You chirp. The bunk creaks around you as you settle under the thin blanket. Judging by the silence, David makes no movement to do the same.

You wonder if he plans to just stay awake all night in the silent dark. It's his business, you suppose.

"What are you?" He asks, eventually.

"Sorry?" You say. It's a bit cruel to him, pretending you don't understand. But there's no reason to go outing yourself for a strange prisoner. Besides, according to his file, he's here on triple homicide. There was a kid.

"Like, a vampire? A hypnotist? What are you? Why can you do this."

You laugh again, not the childish giggles you use for charming people. A big, shaking, uproarious laugh.

"A vampire," you gasp out, between heaving breaths and contractions of good humour. "You think I'm a vampire, David?"

"You know that's not my name."

"Well obviously not," you manage when you've finally calmed down. "I'm your warden, David. Why wouldn't I know what your state papers say?"

"Yeah, and what are you on top of that?"

"A prison abolitionist, obviously."

He huffs loudly enough to send his bedsprings creaking too, but he also seems willing to crawl under his blanket and be done. Obviously, he's realized whatever you're going to do to him, you'll do it whether he's awake or not.

Amazing how much trust he has in you. But then, humans are prey animals as well as predators, so perhaps its just good instinct.

You wait for his breathing to settle.

You wait for the occasional creaks as he startles back awake in fear.

You wait until the hypnotic effect of being in a room so identical to the one he has slept in for years has him firmly unconscious.

Then, silent and slow, you slip off the top bunk. Not a creak.

You sit on the floor beside his head, and you watch.

The lights will return at 0700.

David snaps awake almost an hour before then, in total darkness. Unlike the real cells, you don't have a mockery of a miniature window in yours.

"Good morning," you say, so that he knows you're there.

He screams, which is fair. He's had a very difficult night.

"Now, David," you say when his breathing has mostly evened out. "Are you going to do it again?"

The bunk beside you creaks wildly in the jerky rhythm of a shaken head.

"David, there are no lights, you have to answer me out loud. Are you going to do it again?"

His voice is soft and hoarse when he says, "No."

"Good boy!" You declare, hopping to your feet. "That's what I like to hear!"

0700 rolls around with no fanfare beyond the flicker and drone of fluorescence.

"You're almost done now," you reassure him. He's curled into a loose ball on his side, staring just to your left. His eyes are swollen and red, with deep bruises beneath them. For a man who got a good 6 hours of sleep, he looks exhausted. Slowly, you reach out to pat the top of his head, like soothing a child. He doesn't flinch. "Almost done now, David."

The last hour passes slowly, you petting his head, him breathing in dry gasps.

When the guard comes to open your cell on the morning rotation, you're incensed to see that he's come here without David's belongings. The sheer, damnable incompetence!

Pigs. Just clever enough to be stupid.

"Officer," you say sweetly through a sunbright smile, despite the fissile rage. "Thank you for coming to check on us! Would you mind terribly fetching Mr L███'s clothes for me?"

"Right away, ma'am," the piglet says, and departs. The idiot leaves your cell door open, too, despite your as of yet unprocessed and still very much arrested roommate's presence. Imbecile.

"Now then," you say, turning back to David on the bed. His eyes are focused on you, at least. He doesn't move. "Up you get, young man, we have business to attend to!"

You reach for his arm to help him up. Finally the man has enough sense to snap back from you, scrambling off the bed under his own power.

He sprints for the open door and you let him. It's the pig's fault either way.

But on the threshold, he pauses, skin turning ashen.

"Oh, right!" You can't help the single laugh. "The vampire thing! No, no, you're fine, David. It's well after 0800. Off you go."

He bolts.

Let the pigs deal with him. It's a prison, it's not like he can get anywhere in that state.Besides, you need a proper shower and a change of clothes. Sitting on a concrete floor all night isn't exactly the cleanest and most comfortable passtime.

You're not a vampire. You're not anything, really, except small and curly haired.

And memorable.

The nightmares young David had, watching himself from his victims' perspectives. The cold paralysis of dying. The feeling of his mind coming apart as his body fails. The betrayal of death at his own hands, knowing in the way of dreams that those were his father-neighbor-husband's hands. The breathless stretch of it, dreamy hours strung into hallucinatory months of cold, dark, nothing.

All the while, watched over by your big, brown, innocent eyes.

Those will be memorable too.

He'd said he wouldn't do it again.

You're inclined to believe him.

Death Row Inmates can have their sentence abolished if they can handle a single night in the same cell as you; the most innocent looking person they’ve ever seen.

[slvee]

My brain: Time to write

My heart: Time to play pretend, you mean?

[imnotasuperhero]

Hey I saw your post, and I found an amazing prompt for a cute wanda x reader thing

Can I request the promot "I love you but get out of my kitchen," and wanda saying it please XD thank you

Heeeeyo there! Long time no see (sorry for the long disappearance) it's well known I stopped writing for a long while, so pardon my rustiness. Hope you like this Lil something I got to craft in the middle of work.

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Stepping out of the warm shower, you rushed to your routine stepping into the fluffiest outfit you had which consisted on a clearly worn long sleeve under your hoodie and Wanda’s softest sweat that you've claimed yours just after the first week of knowing each other.

Looking through the floor-to-ceiling window of the cabin, you could see the dark clouds looming over the small town you and Wanda decided to scape to for the long weekend. The incessant rumbling in the sky signaling the downpour about to start any minute now, making you snuggle to yourself, instantly missing your girlfriend's warmth.

"This smells exquisite," you spoke when you made it into the open kitchen, quickly padding to wrap your arms around Wanda’s waist. "Hoe can I help?"

Turning her head to accept your kiss, she laughed something warm. "No help today, Detka."

"But whyy," you wined childishly.

"I love you, and you know I can barely resist you, but it's been a while since I got cook for you and so, you'll gonna sit over there and look pretty." She signaled to the kitchen island.

"You're so mean." You grunted accepting the steaming mug she offered you.

You see, as much as you could bribe Wanda easily and often get what you wanted, she could be really determined into the ideas she had, so you knew fighting her would be a lost cause sometimes. So planning your vengeance on the redhead, you sat quietly on the chair and watched her move effortlessly around the kitchen as she threw knowing glances your way, feeling something warm simmering inside your chest every time your eyes locked into hers.

[pillow-priestess]

Maddie goes to STUFF-A-PLUSH!

this is a story collaboratively written by my beloved @machetheferret and I, and she was very happy to get fluffed & stuffed into the big plushie body she deserves <3

5500 words of wish fulfillment, plushsuitification, stuffing with stuffing, and lovely soft comfort in a place you can be your truest self!

you can also download the PDF and read more of Mache's writing here! favorites and comments are very very much appreciated 🤍🤍🤍

[bark-ing]

@iamthedamndonutdrawcat @trstalks @queermoons tagging u my dears cuz ik how important this is to u. happy sunday + i hope this is what u guys imagine this post would be!

This is an invitation for ppl to either add more ideas to this or to send asks with pairings and however many points from here and ill write u a little smutty story <3

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A (noncomprehensive) list of the fucked up shit remus would get insanely horny over:

Remus loves to get dirty. Its one of his more disgusting fantasies, to go into the woods with someone and fuck nasty. He wants to get onto the ground and the mud, he wants to be forced into it or force someone down, to get dirtied hands on each other, inside each others pants. (And i could go on and on but i will save that for writing an actual thing)

Losing consciousness is a huge turn on for him. He loves how he loses control, how he gets so pliant and agreeable, how his partner could do absolutely anything to him when he's passed out. He fantasises about hands on his neck pressing him down into the bed, a hand pressed over his mouth and nose stopping any oxygen. He's even done research on chloroform after he cant stop thinking about yet another scene in some movie where a character gets knocked out with a rag pressed to their mouth.

This ones huge in my mind because of whoa omo's beautiful beautiful fic about Remus' love of piss. Please if ure open to it read it it's incredible. He loves the desperation of it yeah but actually getting dirty with it is what he loves the most.

Rope bunny Remus Lupin!!! This is tame considering but just please i cant not imagine him in any kind of binds. He loves being upside down he loves being uncomfortable, he loves how he aches after in the best way. This and this lives in my mind i swear i think of him like at least once a day. I also think no matter if he's being more submissive or dominant he always prefers to be tied up while he isnt too big on tying his partner up.

He likes dressing up, likes to be called a good girl but it ends up being less of a sex thing and more of a Remus Lupin is a genderfuck thing. So anyways he likes having his cock locked in a cage and his cunt fucked until it's loose and sore and filled with his lovers cum. He likes having the cute panties he wears pushed roughly to the side, likes to complain that they're going to get dirty or torn up and if he's lucky they get stuffed into his mouth to shut him up. The mascara he wore running down his face with the tears as he wails and moans like a whore.

He is huge on worship, whether hes being dominant or submissive, he's all over his partner, kissing and praising and rubbing his face up into their skin. Which leads me to conclude that Remus lupin is a feet man. Cant tell me he wouldnt whine and beg to have his loves foot pressing up against his leaking cunt, or his hard cock. He'd go fucking feral for it.

He usually loves prioritising his lovers pleasure, often to the point of overstimulating them. He loves how they start to push at his face or at this chest yet cant help but move their hips into his touch. (imagining this with reg, where Remus fucks him and eats him out and makes him squirt so many times that neither are sure if its squirt or piss anymore teeheehee)

He loves spanking and he loves getting spanked. He loves how it feels when his dick aches, when it leaks precum, when it's all red and sensitive and he swears he could cum just from being spanked. Now if we imagine trans Remus for a moment: he gets so wet after a few spanks on his ass that he just cant keep still anymore, not because it hurts too much but because he needs to rub his cunt up against something, he's leaking everywhere, whiney and racking up more spanks for how he's behaving and he's happy about it. He loves how sore and red his ass and thighs get, how his legs are forced apart and how it hurts in such a different way when its his cunt getting the hits. Once again he swears he could cum just from this.

Very specific now but i think he'd be into suits and like proper clothes and them getting ruined. He'd be all dressed up whether thats in a well tailored suit or a pretty dress saved for special occasions and he'd be complaining the loudest about how its getting ruined even though he loves it

He's a huge pain slut, aside from ur typical spanking and other pain play ure thinking of, he almost likes a fight. Maybe when he gets into a mood, closer to a full moon perhaps when he gets more irritated and pent up and cant help but talk back and be a bitch to his partner during sex, goading them into physically putting him into place. Hmmmm imagine the shock and silence when he gets smacked across the face as if he wasnt hoping for exactly that to happen.

He's really into just bodily fluids. Spit tears cum all of it he needs it. He loves being gagged and having spit pool in his mouth that spills down his chin and dries on his skin, he loves having his lover in his mouth, loves when they spit in his mouth or on him, loves how dirty it makes him feel!

He loves being forced to do things. Loves being convinced that he can take more, loves saying no and being ignored, loves being pushed past his limits (because he does it often in his everyday life with his disability but this is not what this is about). He finds peace and relief in the pain, the overstimulation, the feeling when too much becomes just enough. The satisfaction of taking another blow, another orgasm, of choking on a cock for the fourth 'last time'. There's a moment when the fight in him turns to peace and acceptance because he is such a good pup taking it so well. He genuinely loses his mind.

In the same vein as above, he loves the whole "dumb pup" thing. He loves scenes where he purposefully gets tripped up by his dom, and he cant do anything about it. He cant get upset that he was technically forced to drop the stick from his mouth that he was meant to hold like a good mutt. He fucked up the one thing he was meant to do well, it's not his doms fault that he's so dumb and can't even do the one thing. The aftercare goes so hard after scenes like this cuz remus gets soooo worked up and cries so hard with frustration, how its unfair that he's getting punished for something he didn't do on purpose. But its ok he really does love being shown his place this way.

This one is for the big dick remus lupin truthers: he would try to do the incredibly flexible feat of sucking his own dick at least once. And he would probably consider fucking himself (and it kind of worked.)

[akkivee]

going home✈️

btw lmao i got fired from my job bc of this trip lolololol

[vergess]

Chapter 3 is a go:

Read my thing! My self worth hinges entirely on a constant drip feed of external validation!

Also you don't need to have read the canon. Everything you need to know is in the fic or in the tags I *think.*

[slvee]

Sometimes I get really into the zone while writing and end up being unable to stop myself and then the next thing I know I've written 10k words in a few hours and it just feels like this

It's like I'm possessed I can't help it I'm not even doing anything at that point I'm at the mercy of my creative mind

[imnotasuperhero]

✨ Promptober Wanda Maximoff edition ✨

I guess it's time I finally do one of these and so for the whole month of October I'll be writing either a blubr, a drabble or a fic (depending on how far the muses take me) with the prompt given for each day courtesy of @creativepromptsforwriting and maybe I'll be able to oil my writing skill. Hope you join me in this challenge! (days 1 and 2 will be posted/added soon since *coughs* I'm late as always)

The individual posts will be linked to their respective prompts for a better track.

Ruffled hair

Apple scent

Full of colors

Walks in the forest

Autumnal

falling leaves

chestnuts

umbrellas

Ravens

Oktoberfest

pumpkin spice

cornfields

black cat

spooky

first wine

flying kites

whispers

picking apples

ghosts

Sweater weather

acorns

pile of leaves

Harvest

fog

Jack-o-lanterns

campfire

witches

samhain

stormy days

seance

trick-or-treat

[abluechickenugget]

I've noticed there's a lack of vee and masha content on tumblr so here's a bunch for all the veesha addicts of tumblr

[davonati]

Ok wait I just found this in my drafts

What I have written so far for the second chapter of Blue Moon involves (spoiler) David realizing that Mephiboshet is his son. But what if instead I didn’t do that and made it even more angsty like in this draft 😈😈😈

[beans-in-your-socks]

im planning on writing something so i need your help

what do you guys think about these?

[vhstown]

hey. 😁 i might as well ask since i haven't but what do you think of my writing style ‼️‼️

do you like it do you have any critiques n could you be specific about it i would appreciate any feedback really 👍

[quietlyblooms]

1, 2, 6, 8, 25 & 26 :> im a nosy mfer ~

nsft headcanons | @metrictita was curious!

Where are your Muse’s most sensitive erogenous zones?

chiyo's thighs, scalp, hands, and waist/lower stomach are all rather sensitive. i used to put her lips/mouth here, too, but i think it's more the actions performed and the visuals vs the feeling that sets her off there. her hands are sensitive thanks to her profession, though i'll admit the visuals come into play again -- if her partner licks her palm or puts her fingers in their mouth, she's a goner.

her thighs, scalp and waist/lower stomach don't require a visual to be sensitive, though. little touches, scrapes, or grabby hands upon any of these areas will be met by a rosy-cheeked chiyo <3

What are your Muse’s favorite sexual positions?

if chiyo's honest, she'll eventually admit that she really enjoys being bent over asdf it's the one position she enjoys regardless if she can see her partner's face or not, but there's major bonus points if her partner has her in front of a mirror. more if they don't allow her to look away, pulling her hair or keeping a firm grip on her jaw or throat.

otherwise, chiyo likes the lotus position ( particularly when she's feeling soft ), cowgirl, and being propped onto something like a table, counter, desk, etc. basically!! she enjoys being close, seeing her partner's face, and being on top whether she's leading or not.

What kind of porn does your Muse watch and/or would be interested in?

hmm, i think chiyo definitely sticks to stuff that appears to be couples filming together vs. staged scenarios. she doesn't like when the atmosphere isn't natural, probably bc it makes it hard for her to connect and get into the mood. as far as the particular type, i wouldn't be surprised if she watched a decent amount of oral and intercrural sex because 1. chiyo loves to receive but also give oral and 2. chiyo loves the idea of being used to get off. these are probably her go-to's bc she genuinely gets flustered trying to watch other videos that show more of the couple's faces and voices.

What are your Muse’s thoughts on one night stands?

99% of the time, she'd never go for one. chiyo needs emotional security too much to be able to engage in a one night stand, i fear. but the 1% would be a very particular ( admittedly cliché ) situation, like an extremely close friend offering to sleep with her so her first time could be with someone who cares about her. and chances are that she's in love with that friend :' ))) her affection is too tightly intertwined with sex for that to not be the case.

Would your Muse hide hickeys/marks on their body or wear them proudly?

if she's hanging around her home with her partner? she's wearing them proudly, maybe even flaunting them in hopes of getting a few more uvu if she's anywhere else, she's hiding them meticulously bc she'll die of embarrassment if anyone sees them asdfg chiyo likes her sex life to be private!!

How does a Muse’s behavior change regarding their partner after they’ve had sex?

hmm, i think chiyo becomes more physically affectionate? that's already her preferred way of showing her love, but then you add sex into the mix, and chiyo becomes very comfortable being physical with her partner, kissing them as she pleases, laying on them, purposely brushing against them, etc. it's sort of like being given the ' okay ' -- she can be affectionate and a lil suggestive when she feels like it bc they've reached that point in their relationship.

other than some nervousness after their first time ( bc chiyo will worry whether she did okay or not ), i don't think much else will change. if chiyo sleeps with someone, she clearly trusts and loves them like no one else she's dated. sex just sort of solidifies that bond rather than changing it at all <3

[slvee]

28 March 2025 Update

Progress: 88%

Words: 79,543

Estimated finish date: TODAY! FINISHED!!

(sort of)

I'm calling it here for my first draft. I put 90,000 words as my end goal, but for a first draft I think I'm ready! As long as I can get between 85k-95k by draft two, I'll be satisfied. I can already tell that I'm going to need to add an entire new chapter near the beginning, so that should push me over the finish line.

And now? I write other things. In my writing process, once I finish a first draft I let it marinate for close to a month. I don't look at it, I don't touch it, nothing. I've found that if I go in with a pen the second it's finished, my brain thinks "oh, we're just still working on the first draft." Being able to look at it with fresh eyes is super important, so I give myself at least three weeks, but really I aim for closer to a month.