My name is Aru/Reverie! Can even call me Bun if you want! This is a Multi-Fandom Blog.
Understand that English is NOT my first language and I don't have a beta reader - so you may come across grammar mistakes.
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•I am a NSFW writer for many fandoms. Most noticeable being the FNaF Series, Boyfriend To Death/The Price of Flesh, Ghost B.C., and The Legend of Zelda series.
Please understand I write a lot of Dead Dove content, (Gore, Noncon, etc) as it's my strong suit. Everything will always be tagged properly, and I do write vanilla things!
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#rabrev writing - Where you can find all of my writings, headcanons, and sillies.
#rabrev - Where I yap!
#rabrev art - Self Explanatory :D
#rabrev shop - Updates of my Etsy.
(Ghost) #albus talk - A tag based off a character I associate with Phantom. Trigger tag for past slavery, sexual assault, and abuse.
(Ghost) #memories - A tag based off my personal interpretation of Dewdrop's past with upsetting content.
He doesn't particularly need to, not while laying on his back like this, but it's still a thought that drifts through his head. Lazy as the elegant hand that brings the joint to his lips, fingertips cool against chapped skin. Swiss should say no, he's way too stoned already, but even so -
"C'mon, open up. For me?"
Rain coos it with a playful pout, rocking his hips and earning a pleasure-filled eyeroll for it. Swiss groans through his teeth at the soft heat of Rain's cunt, the way it glides along the unbearably stiff length of his cock. It's made so much worse by the way Rain's wrapped his ever-so-lovely tentacle around his shaft - the suction, the pressure, the way Rain uses it to grind? It's not unfair to say the only thing keeping Swiss' load in his balls is knowing how disappointed Rain will be if it doesn't end up inside him.
Turns out he's got all the willpower in the world when the need arises.
He flicks his tongue out when Rain caresses his lower lip, and the fuzzy feeling living in his chest amplifies a thousand times when he sees the casual smile on Rain's face.
"Fuck, you're so pretty."
It's thick, slurred, but he means it with all his heart. The summertime sunlight coats him in gold, blue-black waves sitting perfectly disheveled atop his tilted head and the hair between his thighs glistening with their combined excitement. There's a particularly playful glimmer in his eye, one he's had since Swiss woke up and found him casually humping a pillow with a pair of fat joints and a lighter in hand. He certainly wasn't complaining.
He just hadn't expected Rain to feed him both of them.
"Sure y'wont share, angelfish?"
Every one of his nerves lights up when Rain gives a soft chuckle, pulling the smokable away in favor of cupping Swiss' cheek. He leans into it with a happy sigh, nuzzling, scratching at Rain's palm with his stubble.
"Not today," Rain replies, easy as anything. Like he hasn't been straddling Swiss for the better part of an hour, in various stages of dress but never with pants on. "I just felt like helping you indulge."
"Awful kind of you."
It comes out as one mushed up word, and this time Swiss accepts when Rain offers him the joint. Takes a deep pull that makes Rain's mouth curl at the corners, makes his eyes flash and his cunt pulse. Swiss lets his eyes fall shut as his lungs fill, the world tilts, and his exhale comes with a deeply content groan.
"You're too good t'me baby," he purrs around the last wisps of smoke, watching them swirl on the warm breeze flowing past the curtains. Rain smiles, sparkling eyes going crinkled.
"Only because I'm selfish," he says, and another rock of those perfect hips send sparks cascading down Swiss' spine. "You get so hard when you're high."
His empty hand, the one that's been busy touching Swiss everywhere it can reach, slithers down his chest, his stomach, until -
"Oh shit."
He spits it when Rain's callused fingertips find the slippery head of his cock, only the tip of it exposed where it's nestled between Rain's lips. The wriggling tip of his tentacle joins Rain's thumb, and the sound Swiss makes when both appendages start rubbing at the tender underside could only be described as baleful.
Swiss feels his balls draw up, and this time the only thing that keeps him from spilling onto his belly is a sudden rush of unnatural, cool pressure in his groin. Swiss' eyes fly open, and Rain's smile shows his fangs.
"Uh-uh," he scolds, saccharine, thumb and tentacle not ceasing their pointed assault. "I'm not nearly done enjoying myself, so neither are you."
The sing-song tone belies the predator truly above him.
Made this post about 15 minutes after the repair guy who fixed the pump on my dishwasher packed up his tools and left, as the dishwasher was whirring along doing my dishes from that morning.
He said the exact same thing, which I did not know before that, so spreading this knowledge.
Been thinking about Robby stripping through med school, but still doing it every week or two even after he’s an attending. (He needs the ego boost a lot more than he needs the money)
One night he’s doing his show, a very popular segment where he gives people “check ups” in the audience, when his next “patient” is an all too familiar collection of freckles and grey curls.
“Hey, brother,” Jack says. Even in the club’s low light, Robby can see his eyes are dark. “You do private rooms?”
He never has before, but there’s a first time for everything.
Hey, we’re in line for some absurd temperatures here in the southwest this week. This is very important to know and keep in mind. Be safe, stay hydrated, stay out of the sun as much as you can.
Additional you can also put them on your palms, also, make sure to always use a light towel or kitchen paper and don’t put the ice bags directly onto your skin!
Aether: *watching the news* Someone tried to fight the squid at the aquarium today.
Rain: *walks by covered in ink and squid-hickeys* Well, maybe the squid was being a jerk.
Somewhere in the third hour Mountain clocks a problem at table seven.
two weeks ago @bloodfin answered this mcpf au ask and as is my nature, i fixated on two throwaway lines and drew a bunch of nonsense about swiss and mountain struggling to behave on the job because 1. they are extremely in love, 2. mountain cannot help but Look at his husband, and 3. i have a problem
thankfully(?) kay shares this problem and wrote an entire fic to exorcise our demons! many of the details/design choices here are directly inspired by the snippets they sent to torment me because the only thing we know how to do is make each other worse; read it go go go go find out what it is swiss and mountain are being extremely responsible about in this nicely lit bathroom
full version below the cut:
LMAO JUST KIDDING the real thing's on AO3
edit: agh i forgot to mention but ifrit’s mural is a riff on mucha’s la danse in case anyone was wondering!
thinking about hybrid dennis and how general hr regulations state that hybrid employees should recieve more verbal affirmation than most human employees, something to do with their animal brains needing confirmation that they're on the right track
robby in particular being a huge proponent of it, loves having hybrids in the workplace, but people start to notice that his praise for dennis, even after the most difficult procedures, is subdued. downplaying it, sometimes, to the point where people (Trinity, Mel, Javadi) wonder if they need to talk to him about it
What they don't know is that praise, from robby especially, makes dennis go crazy in ways that would be incredibly disruptive in the ED. so instead, he waits until they make it home, scrubs off and in comfy clothes again, to turn to dennis.
Dennis, by now, knows what's coming and is panting in anticipation, his soft ears perked and waiting for whatever robby's going to say
robby cups the side of dennis' face with one of his huge hands, scratching at the space behind dennis' ear. dennis leans into it, tail wagging hard enough to hit the backs of his thighs
"you were a good boy today, den," robby murmurs, "did such a good job, didn't you?"
and dennis' puppy brain goes ballistic
With a whine he launches himself at robby, tackling him to the floor with a wagging tail and excited whine, shoving his nose everywhere he can reach and licking and nipping at exposed skin
robby, for his part, laughs a deep, belly laugh and continues to tell him how good a boy he is, how cute he is and how lucky the pitt is to have him around, voice rising higher with each moment. it only riles dennis up more, until hes grabbing at robby's tshirt with his teeth, tugging and shaking his head w it in his mouth
his puppy teeth aren't sharp, but they can really hold on, and robby knew what he was getting into when he started this, so he just holds on and lets dennis tussle, lets him work that energy out. it turns into a wrestling match, one where robby is doing his best to keep his shirt to himself and losing. eventually, dennis has tired himself out enough that robby can get his shirt back, but neither of them really mind. they collapse onto the living room floor in a pile, and even though robby knows his back is going to hurt from the position in a couple of minutes, its worth it right now to hear his puppy's happy panting next to him.
