I’m a writer and artist and this is my second blog for that since the first blog turned into a major hot mess. This will be for fic of all fandoms I enjoy writing and drawing in.
For those of you who know, I’m sapphic and mspec and trans, so my work will likely reflect a lot of that. If you’re here strictly for one of those you might be disappointed. I love fandom men too much so my sapphic work will come slower as I’m still new to realizing this part of myself.
Fics and social links will be added below as I get this fleshed out.
You know since they gonna be in New Vegas in s2 (at least it looks like it) I think they could maybe visit some of this comedian shows in Tops (if it is still there:’) ).
Just thought that Lucy might like all these strange jokes 🌚
An I just like drawing them together in peace 🤧❤️🩹
The cold refrigerator in the kitchen was a blessed reprieve from the continuous heat of the House of Hope. Bending into the blessed dry air Tav opened the cheese drawer with abandon. Who knew that Raphael had such taste in cheese? SO many options. Better to play it safe and try them all. Next there were the meats. Some of them seemed suspiciously too fresh in nature, so she avoided them and went for the cured meats instead. It was no longer obvious what they were made from and she felt better about eating them. Rifling through the jars in the door she picked out a very large jar of Giant Elturian Pickles, and moved on to the top of the fridge.
Suddenly there was a feeling of someone in the room, but, before she could turn around a pelvis made contact with her backside. It was obvious what the owner of that pelvis wanted. She froze, food items falling from her grasp onto the floor.
”Well well, what a hungry little mouse” came the smooth buttery words of Raphael himself.
”What, pray tell, does a mouse want in my pantry? Has the celebratory feast I set before you not been enough?”
Gulping at the twitch of Raphael’s cock Tav answered,
”Girl dinner?”
There was an air of curiosity in his next words
”And what does that mean, “girl dinner”?”
Tav swallowed again because Raphael stepped forward pushing her into the fridge with the leftovers.
”G-girl dinner is when you go eat whatever is of interest-“
”Whilst bent over into my fridge?”
“I-in this case yes”
“Well then. Since you are in the fridge and I am feeling a bit peckish, I will have some girl dinner of my own.”
”What?”
But Tav’s response was not quick enough for Raphael. He expertly pulled her trousers down without a single tear, pushed down her back and pulled back her hips in a single swift motion.
”What are you doing??” She cried out, but she was only met with a dark chuckle
”Isn’t it obvious? I’m having girl dinner.”
The niceties ended there and Tav felt the violation of her entrance acutely. It hurt as she wasn’t ready, and Raphael, well, his cock was far larger than those Giant Elturian Pickles. She whimpered. He was simply too big to take this soon, but it didn’t matter. The master of the house wanted his dinner and she was the girl he was having. Praying to whoever was listening that she would make it through this she grimaced as he began to pump into her roughly.
“Ah, what a pleasant surprise, such a tasty treat in my fridge. I wonder who left it here for me?”
The shelves jostled and the items began to shake and wiggle their way dangerously close to the edges. Full casseroles of what looked like meaty pasta dishes, desserts of every design and combination, and, most alarmingly of all, a whole pig’s head directly in front of her face.
“Yes this will do nicely.” He purred behind her, quickening his pace.
”Still, I would love to add to this little dinner a lovely snack. Something savory—I know! One of those pickles will make this tasty morsel all the tastier.”
Before she knew what was happening Raphael had snatched the pickles from her grasp and opened the jar. One particularly huge giant Elturian Pickle slipped into her peripheral vision, and a hand pulled her head back by the hair. She choked as the pickle was forced into her mouth, and then, with every inch he let her head back down again, the pickle was pushed in farther until she was deep throating it. Any pickle would have been horrible in this situation, but this kind was worse. Elturel was known for their cucumber and zucchini production. Specimens meant to last in their harsh climate were pickled and put in jars and kept for years fermenting in their brines while their skins remained crisp and hard. She would not be able to bite through this pickle if she tried, and surely not with it stuck down her throat.
She choked some more, this time the sharp vinegar of the brine making her throat twitch and gag. This only spurred Raphael on further, his pace quickening and the heft of his hips and balls against her backside was almost painful in its own right.
”Mmmm, very good little mouse, you take me so well. But, we can enhance our delicious dinner by adding some more meat.”
The large salami that had fallen to the floor when this all started was magically whisked up into Raphael’s hand. She knew what was coming next, but it still didn’t prepare her for it. He pulled out until his tip was lined up with the tip of the salami in his hand and then pushed both inside. She screamed, choking on the pickle, its tangy juices making her eyes water and drool begin to leak out of the corners of her mouth.
”You are such an erudite conversationalist little mouse. My, who knew you had such taste?”
He dipped his fingers into the pickle jar next, coating them with the juice, reaching down he coated the ring of her cunt with it, and then next her ass hole. It was torture. The salts and vinegar stung already sensitive and ill-used tissues, rubbing into what was sure to be akin to carpet burns. Struggling to find some purchase, Tav looked up at the pig head in front of her. They made a fine pair, both meant for Raphael’s table, both with their mouths stuffed with vegetable matter. There were two small spots inside the fridge on either side of the casserole, and she made to put her hands there but was magically stopped.
”Oh no. No, this dinner must be enjoyed properly my dear.”
He reached across the kitchen to a drawer out of which he pulled baking twine and expertly tied her wrists behind her back. The knots were made for this, and even the thin baker’s twine would hold if Raphael wanted it to. Tav’s breathing was labored, and the position he just adjusted her into was less uncomfortable and more agonizing. It forced her torso lower, at which Raphael pushed her into the next shelf down with the casserole. This had the effect of changing the angle of her pelvis, giving his cock and the salami more room to do their damage. Thankfully she had begun to lubricate, outside of the pickle juice, and the pain wasn’t as bad. But all good things had to come to an end because Raphael noticed.
”Tsk tsk my dear. It is uncouth to have your mouth water so in front of guests.”
At first she thought he meant himself, then the pig’s head, then she saw what he meant. To the corners of the shelf she was lying in, in the back were two heads. One human and the other, seemingly Tiefling.
Her shrieks were loud, even around the pickle in her mouth, and Raphael’s delighted evil laughter echoed with it in the large cavernous kitchen.
“What? you thought you were going home after this? Oh no. I would love to invite you to be an overnight guest, after all, such a lovely dinner would not be complete without good company after.”
The pace was increased again and Tav could take it no more, her tears streamed down her face as she sobbed around the pickle, choking on her spit and pickle juice. And, just when she thought things couldn’t get worse he picked up a wedge of hard Waterdavian cheese. This he forced down into her ass, its sharp edges cutting into soft tissues and stinging with the salt of the brine he had put there before.
Now it was obvious he was beginning to reach his high. Hips were stuttering and the salami was no longer entering and exiting in tandem with his dick. Tav tried to look at anything other than the heads in the fridge but couldn’t so she squeezed her eyes shut and endured the pain. A few more strokes and Raphael’s orgasm broke powerfully into her ill-used pussy. It was strong enough that the pulses pushed the salami out onto the floor. He didn’t seem to mind though, as he had got what he wanted. Tav felt his seed coming out of her, and chuckled darkly. Girl dinner needed sauce too.
After Raphael pulled out and stood her up, Tav hoped against hope he had not meant what he said about her staying. But the sight of those heads down by the casserole dish served as a stark reminder that he had said they would dine after she gave him the Crown of Karsus. And give it to him she had, they just finished dinner; but only girl dinner, not proper dinner. This was just the appetizer which meant…
Later that evening Raphael was feeling peckish. He padded to the kitchen in soft slippers, the light shining off of his silk robe. Opening the fridge he looked in to see what was there. Roast pig head, no. Tiefling, no. Tav? Yesssss…
Zevlor and his Hellriders sounds like a 50's-60's esque band. Matching suit coats with sequins. Zev with a jelly roll or duck tail, or even Elvis hair rocking out as the lead, probably has a sax. Drumset with the band name in glitter on the bass drum.
Imagine this is his retirement after the brain is defeated. He's in his rockabilly era and loving it
And so I lie there, my dead, broken body rotting and breaking under his monstrous coils. I would not have it any other way. No other has known to honor of lying with him in his boudoir, with his luscious, shining scales scraping the skin from their flesh. The feel of his tongue slipping between their legs, pumping his venom into their diseased flesh the way other men spend their seed.
Outside of our marriage bed my avatar lives on like I have not been dead for eons. They take whatever form they choose, any combination of attributes. Beautiful, skilled, charming. The life I once envisioned for myself opening up into infinite possibilities for them so long as I remain crushed beneath his broken length.
I am now a goddess. Resplendent in my light and my sorrow. Dolores Dei. The Sorrow of God. They tremble at my name in Elysium and Celestia. Shar and Loviatar jealous and spiteful. Selune and Mystra thunderstruck. Ilmater’s tears can not compare to mine. His pain and sorrow are as children to mine. He takes on the sorrows of mortals. I take on the sorrows of Him who made me.
