#hobie?

[safariifuzz]

genuinely curious who should I write ab first..

[thedemonburnsofficial]

Update on story, please send suggestions for characters

MDNI/ABDNI

(Here is what I've got so far;)

Sitting quietly at my desk, the scrape of my pen was the only sound in the room. He sat across the room, lounging on my bed despite me having told him to stay off it. It's hard enough to be around him constantly, but having to sleep with his scent surrounding me? That’s impossible. I move to rise, he’s instantly behind me. He pushed me down into the chair, his hands on my shoulders. “Keep working,” he mumbles, his tone soft - despite his obvious annoyance.

I nod in response, pen in hand once more. I continue on with my writing, as he now looms over me. As I write, he runs his hand through my hair - I tense. He doesn’t seem to notice, continuing to trail his fingers through the strands. I bite my bottom lip, acting as if I’m focusing on the writing. One of his hands remains in my hair, the other sliding down the side of my neck - his touch gentle, featherlight. I shudder at the feeling of his warmth against my skin, but then lightly roll my shoulders. My false stretch hid my previous shudder from him, his hand resting atop my right shoulder. 

I pause when his hand slips under the thin shoulder strap of my dress, though I say nothing. He notices this, just lightly rubbing my shoulder. His hand is gentle, despite the rough, callosed texture. I return to my writing, slightly leaning back into his touch. His hand dips lower, cupping my breast. He massages my hardening bud, before pinching gently. I whimper at the feeling, biting harder on my lip. He uses his other hand to tilt my head to the side, before lowering his head and pressing a kiss to my pulse point. 

“My, how you’ve grown,” he mumbles, sucking on my skin gently as he continues to knead my breast.

[thedemonburnsofficial]

Suggestions?

So- I'm a writer yk

I'm currently writing an ATSV thing, and I've decided to put it on here. I just don't know what character to use. Please send suggestions- (Also, prolly will be a smut story, multiple chapters)

Here is what I've got so far:

Sitting quietly at my desk, the scrape of my pen was the only sound in the room. He sat across the room, lounging on my bed despite me having told him to stay off it. It's hard enough to be around him constantly, but having to sleep with his scent surrounding me? That’s impossible. I move to rise, he’s instantly behind me. He pushed me down into the chair, his hands on my shoulders. “Keep working,” he mumbles, his tone soft - despite his obvious annoyance.

I nod in response, pen in hand once more. I continue on with my writing, as he now looms over me. As I write, he runs his hand through my hair - I tense. He doesn’t seem to notice, continuing to trail his fingers through the strands.

(This could also turn into another character from something else)