im most definitely someone

i'm def, a writer on ao3 (and wattpad ig? though i dont use that site much after finding holy jesus (aka ao3 (because dear god does wattpad's tagging system sucks))). technically artist too but i dont draw as much anymore

im in the following fandoms, and like and reblog posts related to them:

visual novel fandoms- ace attorney, today i'm harvesting you!, class '09

book fandoms- the folk of the air, shatter me series, divergent series, a good girl's guide to murder series, powerless trilogy, red queen series, acotar (I'm not anti ANYONE!), caraval series and once upon a broken heart series

(also may or may not be obsessed with jjk and bsd)

while I've mostly tagged every post with its corresponding fandom, ive definitely missed a few reblogs so be careful in not getting spoiled! ive tagged 'my posts' to, take a wild guess, posts ive made myself

Unfortunately, that landed him — and you, by default — under the attention of media for intervals way longer than any of you imagined or desired, and by the time the two of you were done, you both had no energy for an elaborate dinner date.

So after a nice takeout session and a quick movie, you were quietly waiting on the bed as Bunny went to go take a shower. In your wait, you decided to have a scroll on social media, checking out posts detailing Bunny’s feat in the match.

Well, mainly the still shots of him on the field looking way too hot for his own good.

With this activity taking your entire attention, your phone almost slipped from your grasp as you startled seeing another hand taking your phone up to examine it — your heartbeat getting back in control as you spotted that it was just your boyfriend.

Only until it rose up again as you had another look at him — who was unnecessarily and very intentionally adorning nothing but a towel on his hips.

A huff escaped as you stared up at him casually invading your privacy, and you knew you couldn't even do anything about it because of how damn tall he was. Aren't bunnies supposed to be small creatures?

“I'm not sure why you'd indulge in these photos when the real thing is right here..” He glanced back at you, eyes narrowing. You were surprised at how he wasn't outright pouting at that point.

You simply extended your arm up, quietly asking for the return of your phone in the safe confines of your hands. He stayed silent, probably calculating the best possible way to irritate you even further… and actually handed the phone back.

Before pulling his arm away at the last second.

“I’ll hand it back if..” He paused at the pout on your face, trying his best to hide his forming grin, “If you give me a massage.”

You blinked at that. Then gave a nod.

You didn't pay attention to the phone again as Bunny placed it on the bedside table, moving around the bed to lie down beside you on his stomach. You watched the towel shifting just an inch, your breath hitching at the sight.

Slowly you rose from your position, moving to sit on his back. He gave a pleased hum as he felt your weight, relaxing slightly with your fingers mapping out the plane of his back.

The muscles were pretty tense but that was expected, so you knew to set your patience high as you began your work on his shoulders. You loved it anyway — how could you let a chance at hearing your partner moan into the pillows slip away?

And Bunny was certainly vocal this time around too, the attempts at muffling the sounds very amusing to you as you continued your magic down his back. Seeing him continue to shove his head into the plain white did get annoying as time went on — you had a right to hear him, after all.

One of your hands moved to pinch his arm, feeling the bicep flex underneath. Bunny tipped his head up lazily, shooting you an unamused look.

A grin began to bloom across your lips. “That's just gonna tempt me to bug you even more, y’know.”

Hearing him grumble made you laugh, the heat pooling in your abdomen getting harder to ignore each second. Your hands began pressing against any remaining stubborn knots on his back, feeling him give a slight arch.

“You good?” Your grin widened.

“Off,” Was all he replied.

You rolled off, and Bunny was over you in an instant, propping your legs up over his shoulders. His strained cock was very obvious, even through the thick towel, and as Bunny hurriedly took it off, you marveled at how hard he’d already gotten.

“Interesting foreplay,” You mumbled, eyes fixed on his hands as he gave himself a stroke. “Not that I'm complaining.”

“Take your shit off,” He replied, a hand moving to the drawer to fish out some lube. You did as he told, and it wasn't long until he was at your entrance.

Your head tipped back at the feeling of being filled, taking in deep breaths as you accommodated his length — eyes stubbornly closed to avoid seeing his shit eating grin.

You felt his face bury into your neck, nose nuzzling against your pulse point, as he whispered, “What, am I not pretty enough to look at?”

Feeling his smirk widening against your skin, you huffed, moving your hips against him. His breath stuttered against your neck and you couldn't help but feel proud of yourself, your hands travelling the expanse of his now-untense back.

Your eyes shut tight — now involuntarily — as he began moving, your hands roaming everywhere as you tried to feel every bit of him that you saw through that Barcha’s fitted shirt, memorizing every part.

Sighing at the feeling of tender kisses being placed from your ear to further down your neck, you let yourself relax as Bunny kept up the pace. Which was clearly a mistake, as a whimper escaped on feeling a bite on your throat.

“Hey..!” You whined. “Bunnies are supposed to be herbivores!”

“Doesn't mean they don't bite,” He returned smoothly, increasing the pace as the two of you really began feeling the blossoming urgency in each of your stomachs. Bunny's singing was also quite audible, making your want even more unbearable.

The desperation began to mirror in your movements, his hips continuing to meet yours at a consistent yet relentless pace. It was difficult to hold on, and as Bunny continued to nibble at your neck and collarbone, that singular hanging thread snapped.

Your back arched as you came, the pleasure being heightened as Bunny quickened — then relaxed completely on top of your body.

The weight felt nice as the two of you stayed still, listening to each other’s breaths. Your hand moved up to his hair, ruffling the fluffy locks. He looked up in a feigned pout, and you let out a laugh.

“Not funny.” He established his feelings further, emphasizing each word.

You smiled hard, tilting your head to kiss his scar, feeling his eyes flutter shut. “Get some sleep,” You mumbled, tangling your legs further.