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Fido here~ (she/they) Believe it or not, I can and do roleplay, and have been for years; Original Characters are my specialty. My style swings from serious paras to silly texts -- it's entirely...
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STARTERS FOR QUIET MUSES

note: actions are from the receiver’s pov. send ‘reverse’ to change perspective GENERAL: [ sit ] for your muse to quietly sit by mine [ lay ] for your muse to come rest their head in mine’s lap or against their shoulder [ need ] for your muse to come to mine for help  [ want ] for your muse to show up in mine’s room in the middle of the night [ shower ] for our muses to bathe together [ flower ] for our muses to grow something together [ peak ] for your muse to teasingly sneak up on mine and put their hands over mine’s eyes  [ hike ]  for my muse to take yours hand and lead them somewhere [ sleep ] for our muses to wake up in the same bed  [ caress ] for your muse to hug mine without explanation  [ kiss ] for my muse to kiss yours forehead [ assist ] for your muse to help mine with their appearance (braiding hair, fixing tie etc) [ first ] for our muses first kiss [ hurt ] for your muse to find mine injured [ heal ] for my muse to treat yours injury  [ scream ] for our muses to find something horrific  [ body ] for our muses to stumble on a crime scene [ martyr ] for my muse to die/almost die for yours [ sob ] for my muse to open up about a traumatic experience  [ share ] for our muses to share something for survival (food, water, body warmth, clothing etc) NSFW: 1. for your muse to give mine oral  2. for my muse to finger yours  3. for your muse to top mine  4. for your muse to pull mine’s hair  5. for your muse to tie mine up  6. for our muses to have drunk sex  7. for the morning after a one night stand 8. for my muse to wake yours up with sex 9. for my muse to spank yours 10. for your muse to tease mine/withhold orgasm 

WORDS:  “  stop.  ” “  please.  ” “  i want you here.  ” “  i don’t know how to talk about it.  ” “  we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk.  ” “  you can trust me.  ” “  please, trust me.  ” “  just talk to me, please.  ” “  i love you.  ” “  i hate you.  ” “  will you stay with me? just for tonight.  ” “  i don’t want to sleep alone.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  stay.  ” “  just go.  ” “  i don’t know how to ask for help.  ” “  tell me something good.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ” “  you make me feel safe.  ” “  help me.  ” “  you’re safe with me.  ” “  i won’t let anyone hurt you.  ” “  you don’t need to protect me.  ” “  tell me why you stayed.  ” “  why should i trust you?  ” “  i believe you.  ” “  i need you.  ” “  i just want to be needed.  ” “  i have nothing left to give.  ” “  i don’t know what to say.  ”

#nsfw#oof i just wanted the single-word prompts#but anyway here's some things ot throw at me#please#:p#inbox meme#sentence meme#rp prompts
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Last night had felt so much like a fever dream that upon waking the third time Mal still had to take stock of his surroundings just to be certain it had been real. He was in his own room. He was in his own pjs. He was in his own bed. His phone, wallet, keys, laptop were on his desk. His jeans and jacket were hanging off the back of his hamper.

The vanity mirror directly across from him showed two people in his bed: himself and Donnie, the latter facing away from him, one arm thrown above his head and the other draped along the covers that were tucked up close to his face yet exposed the slope of his back. Mal looked away from the mirror and cautiously inched his way over to him. He stopped before he reached the pillow yet was close enough he could, slowly, carefully, reach out and... 

Donnie didn’t stir. Mal exhaled through his nose as quietly as humanly possible, his heart thundering in his chest, and let his hand rest atop Donnie’s. It was warm and solid. Three of his fingers had a solid metal ring on each of them, the textured design on one of them so strongly reminiscent of tire treads that Mal had to swallow a laugh. The longer Donnie remained asleep and still, the more Mal’s heart slowed to a reasonable rate and he could soon breathe easily again. 

He couldn’t explain the current compulsion and he was torn between wishing he hadn’t followed through and wishing certain acts of intimacy, even the goddamn tiniest things, didn’t bother him so much. It all felt performative. Ironic, considering most of his life was performative, but it was different. The smaller the gesture, the more it meant. The more it meant, the more it’d inevitably be torn away and used against him as a weapon. 

His chest felt tight. 

Sucking in a sharp breath, Mal wrenched his hand away from Donnie and held it against his chest as if that’d somehow ease the terrible ache that’d settled there. He shut his eyes and forced himself to take silently counted breaths. 

Said a groggy, English voice, “Bad dreams, love?” 

Mal opened his eyes and turned his head to the left just enough to see Donnie facing him now, propped up on one arm and rubbing sleep from his face with the other. His dark hair was a spiky mess which he consciously tried to comb into submission with his fingers. There was something oddly calming about watching him do that. 

After making a noncommittal noise, Mal yawned, stretched, and started finger-combing his own hair. Once he was satisfied with how it looked in the mirror he pulled himself out of bed and shuffled over to his desk for his phone. A text from Dani letting him know she’d left for work and reminding him to deal with the damn dishes before he went anywhere ended with a smiley and a heart. So she’d remembered not to clean up after him. Meant she was in a good mood. Good for her.

“Here.” Mal tossed Donnie his clothes from where they’d been gathered on his chair. “Bathroom’s ‘round the corner if you wanna shower or whatever, make yourself at home, I’m gonna get food.” Donnie blinked at him over the bundle of clothes he’d caught in his arms. “What?” 

“Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?” 

#nsfw#you love to see it#:p#hobby soulmate au thing#oc: mal mckinnon#jennathearcher#donmal#eyyyy it's all over the map again XD#fido writes things
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plain-flavoured-english

Storytime. Cooking in a different country makes you realize how many things you take for granted are just, Not A Thing Here. Like apple juice. Surely you can find apple juice at your local Athenian grocery store, right? Wrong. Greeks drink orange juice and peach juice and mixed fruit juice and sour cherry juice, but… plain old apple juice, nope, not so much. You’ll have a hard time finding vanilla extract in Greece too, since Greeks are used to vanilla powder in little plastic capsules and you have to go to specialty shops for the liquid stuff. Sour cream is virtually nonexistent here (but hey, it’s the land of yogurt, which is a good enough substitute). But surprisingly cornmeal (which is a specialty ingredient in the UK) is everywhere, since Greeks have their own versions of cornbread and corn pudding.

So basically: I knew it might be impossible find vegetable shortening (aka Crisco) for my Thanksgiving pie crust here in Athens. Crisco is pretty uniquely American, and Greeks are more likely to use phyllo than shortcrust anyway. That said, there are a handful of specialty shops in central Athens that sell things like Heinz baked beans and custard powder and Worcestershire sauce and other Weird Foreign Foods™ so us Sad Homesick Expats don’t have to go hungry (I’m always reminded of A Passage to India and their corned beef and tinned peas). So I went on Skroutz (the search engine for buying stuff in Greece) and typed in “vegetable shortening” to see if any stores carried it.

A notification came up asking me to confirm that I was over 18 years old?

???

I clicked “yes”??

Turns out there is, in fact, one shop in Athens that carries vegetable shortening. It’s a sex shop. The shortening is listed under “sex essentials”, as lube. For fisting. It’s literally called “βούτυρο για fisting” – “butter for fisting”.

I decided I didn’t need a flaky pie crust that badly.

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i know of a bdsm store that has a pyramid of crisco that hits the ceiling also there supposed to be margarine, aren’t they interchangeable?

#UM#THAT'S NOT WHAT SHORTENING IS FOR#good frwking lord#nsfw#that's kinda scary ngl#that's how infections happen#did the sex shop get the idea from fanfic writers or what
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jennathearcher:

Every little sound emanating from Mal’s form was like the most beautiful music that Donnie had ever heard. Between his heightened senses picking up even the slightest of noises, and his own lack of breath and pulse himself, he was all but overwhelmed by the inner workings of Mal’s body.
He enfolded his hands with Mal’s, letting his head fall back a little further to give Mal more access to his jaw and neck. His mouth fell open with a quiet groan, as pleasure bloomed beneath his skin everywhere that Mal touched and kissed and dragged his teeth.
Then that pleasure spiked to an all new height when Mal rolled his hips into his, and his back arched as he moaned loudly. His hands were still restrained by Mal’s grip, keeping him in check; as all he wanted was more and more of that heat and friction between their bodies. “Well, I’m right here,” he breathed, his voice little more than a husky whisper. “And I’m all yours.”
#nsfw#that's exactly what it was :p#'curse this cacophonous mortal coil' xD#ic: Mal McKinnon#jennathearcher#vampire!au#donmal
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jennathearcher:

Donnie all but fell onto Mal again, hungrily returning the kiss as their nearly-nude bodies collided. He just managed to place the lube bottle onto the bedside table before letting his hands once again explore Mal’s skin.
Hooking his legs around Mal’s waist, it took only one careful motion to flip them over so that Mal was the one on top of him. He laid back onto the comforter, grinning up at Mal wolfishly. “Your turn,” he told him. As much as he thoroughly enjoyed pampering Mal, he wanted to see what he had in store for him as well. 

The first thing Mal did when he was on top was to simply gaze at Donnie beneath him, lips parted and head tilted ever so slightly. He was so still, yet there was the telltale flush across his skin, those wide, dark-bright eyes, and the heat between them almost made up for it. Almost. 

Mal’s own breaths and heartbeat sounded loud; for a split-second, he felt embarrassed by the noise. Then he mentally shook off the thought. That was stupid. There were more important things to worry about. Like what he was going to do with Donnie first. 

Suddenly, a sly smile emerged. He eased Donnie’s hands away, locking their fingers together and lowering his head to kiss the corner of Donnie’s mouth. Then drew away with an audible smirk before Donnie could kiss him back, moving to kiss and lick his way up his jawline. “I want you,” he whispered sensually as grazed the shell of his ear and lobe with his teeth, “only you.” 

He continued down the column of his throat, giving the skin a few experimental nips along the way. When he reached the middle of his collarbone, Mal started slowly rocking his hips as he pressed down, staring right at Donnie as he did. 

#nsfw#ic: Mal McKinnon#jennathearcher#vampire!au#donmal#it got feelsy for a sec oops
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jennathearcher:

Donnie shifted off of Mal, however reluctantly, and made his way to the ensuite bathroom. After only a few moments of sifting through the medicine cabinets, he soon returned with a long, thin, unopened bottle of lube.
“We’re gonna need this,” he said with a grin as he headed back over to the bed, shedding his own trousers as he did so.

Thankfully, Donnie returned almost as quickly as he’d left. He’d brought with him a full bottle of lube. Yes, they were gonna need it. 

He leaned up and reached for Donnie, giving him an appraising once-over and letting his gaze linger hungrily on what was still barely hidden beneath by his underwear. Then locked eyes with him and moved to kiss him soundly, his hands eager to find Donnie’s skin again. 

#nsfw#ic: Mal McKinnon#jennathearcher#vampire!au#donmal
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jennathearcher:

Donnie’s mouth was already hard at work giving Mal’s chest as much attention as he possibly could. His hands massaged his pectorals, thumbs rubbing his nipples in a steady motion.
He kissed and licked and sucked at Mal’s skin, and for once he didn’t think one bit about how his blood might have tasted. All he could taste, all he could smell, was just Mal, and he couldn’t get enough of it.
He licked a trail up along the middle of Mal’s torso, and dove in for another deep kiss. “Don’t move,” he told him softly when the kiss broke. “I’ll be right back.”

Mal felt like he was melting in the best way, awash with pleasure under Donnie’s ministrations. Never in his life had he been so aroused all at once. He felt like if he were to jerk himself off, right now, he’d be done in seconds. Fuck.

Maybe Donnie knew that, which was why he was suddenly going somewhere? To give him a moment to cool off a bit? Maybe? Either way, Mal wasn’t going anywhere, sinking into the covers while every part of him mourned Donnie’s sudden disappearance. 

#nsfw#ic: Mal McKinnon#jennathearcher#vampire!au#donmal
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