hi 💕 could you tell us a bit about your ocs? im really curious!
Omg my dream ask!! 🙀💕 Of course!!
I'll just do a quick list of basic info since theres so much to tell and idk what you want to know. Their ages obviously change since my stories go over at least a decade, but if they had to have a fixed age, that would be it. Most are just my created player characters from videogames, but I also write fiction with them and they have a ton of lore and story. Sorry if certain terms dont make sense/you dont know what it is.
Elder Scrolls universe: (medieval fantasy)
Lilith: 34, female, bosmer/wood elf, vampire. The Dovahkiin. Shes my first and favorite. Listener/leader and savior of the Dark Brotherhood. Adventurer, bounty hunter, assassin, dragon slayer, vampire slayer. Shes terrifying and burns hotter than the sun. Accidentally adopts Aventus. She once cannibalized her disabled sister as a child during a clan famine lol. Nothing she enjoys more than fighting and power. Is slowly forced into the politics of a foreign land.
Kina Sintav: 27, female, human. The Gray Fox, Hero of Kvatch, and Silencer to Lucien Lachance (and lover). Master thief and assassin. Runaway gladiator slave. If Lilith is the sun, she is the moon and stars. She is endless grief, she is tragedy, she is the mist and rain and fog. Was almost drowned in the lake by her mentally ill mother as an infant after being mistaken as blind. She loses everyone, and her mind in the end.
"Adopted"/developed npcs:
Lucien Lachance: 42, male, human. Speaker of the Dark Brotherhood. Legendary assassin, swordsman, and poison maker. Master, mentor, and lover to Kina. If Kina is the moon and stars, he is the black night. He is fully indoctrinated into the Dark Brotherhood cult of death and murder. Kills his own adoptive children (by proxy- by Kina). He gets caught up in a web of revenge and betrayal, falsely accused of being traitor/is set up, and dies a terrible, tragic death by those he trusted most.
Marcurio: 38, male, human. Powerful mage and educated scholar. Best friend/occasional lover of Lilith, scribe, and her moral compass. He has sworn to kill her should she lose her path.
Aventus Aretino: 11, male, human. Abused orphan child who hires Lilith to kill his abuser. Adopted child of Lilith. He is determined to become a Brotherhood assassin, despite Lilith's warnings. Socially shunned "cursed child" for the taboo of contacting the Dark Brotherhood.
Fallout universe: post modern apocalypse
Cora (Fallout 4): 32, female, synth/android (unaware of it). Created to be a replacement housewife/mother for her soldier husband's dead wife Nora. Shes on a quest to find her kidnapped son. Post-apocalypse, she eventually becomes the raider queen.
Maeve (New Vegas): 24, female, human. Just a girl trying to work as a courier until she survives being shot in the head and buried in a shallow grave. Goes after the man who shot her and stole the package.
Other:
Tav (Baldurs Gate): 26, female, tiefling. A sweet soul, but naively influenced and tempted into corruption.
Atlantis Alatar / Sylvester Suliman (original universe): 27, male, human. A dying man. Powerful young sorcerer who had a very promising future in high society. Foolish, young, narcissistic and arrogant, he makes too many contracts with various demons. Tricked by djinn, he dooms himself into a terrible fate and early grave.
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑
DAY 13: PUBLIC SEX
Donquixote Rosinante 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
Requested by: anon ➡ Hello, Sashi! hear me out: day 13. public/semi public and Rosinante 🤭🤭🤭 (his Devil fruit is literally perfect for it!;) can you please do it for female reader? ty, xo :3
tw: mdni. public sex. usage of df. rough sex and still very sweet. overstimulation. oral. size kink. squirting. impregnation implied. Au where Rosi survived after doffy's bullets. wc: 1,9k
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
With a very curious and intelligent boy in the house, Rosinante and you had little time to none for adult loving matters. You were happy, you weren’t worried. But, sometimes you two needed those alone times…
You weren’t leaving little Law alone, of course. Much less having that type of fun with the kid at home even if asleep. However, that night Law had a birthday party at Mr. Wolff’s home. It was Bepo, his best friend’s birthday, who have been living there with his two other friend, Shachi, and Penguin.
Little Law still felt a little scared of human beings that weren’t his friends, so, of course, Rosinante and you walked him all through Swallow Island to get to the party.
Mr Wolff explained to you that he could stay the night if he felt like it, but if not, he promised to give the kids dinner early so that you could pick up Law from his home before midnight.
You were happy and took a leave through the snowy roads that connected your home and Mr. Wolff’s. It was a blessing to find this man who took care of Law while Rosinante recuperated after his encounter with his evil brother Doflamingo.
It was you, who helped your now lover to stay alive for some time until he was able to speak and search Law in the surroundings. After that, and falling in love with Rosinante, the three of you formed a very lovely and humble family. Of course, his real name couldn’t be revealed, as well as Law’s. Both, for the Marine and the Donquixote family had stopped existing that same fatidic night. Thankfully for the three of you, destiny had other plans…
The crunch beneath your feet of icy cold snow reverberates in a lonely path. There weren’t many roads connecting Pleasure Town to the forest where Mr. Wolff lives, nor the outsides where you live. You need to walk at least a couple of miles more to reach your cabin, a very cozy home you two have built.
“It isn’t that cold tonight, right?” you mumble, small talk you didn’t really need as Rosi and you have no problems to stay silent for some time as long as you are next to the other.
“Actually, you are right. Perfect for a dip in the sea” Rosinante jokes, he is always very funny being -sometimes to the point of annoy Law-.
You scoff and hug his huge arm. He smiles, with a smile that’s as beautiful as a sunrise, and places his equally huge hand on your head.
“I love you; you know that?” he whispers, stopping for some seconds, fixing his beautiful tangerine eyes in yours.
You smile sweetly, standing on tippy toes to reach for his lips. You try to give him a peck, but he is messing with you by not bending forward enough for you to do so. Rosinante is way taller than you. - And probably than most of the men around –
“Come on!” you protest, giving little jumps.
“What?! You wanna kiss me? What you want from me, woman?!” he laughs. Rosinante is usually very soft and sweet, a caring father and sometimes a little bit of a clown, but he is also a man… a very manly man in private.
You turn around, crossing your arms like a little girl throwing a tantrum. You fix your eyes in the horizon, where the sun is starting to set, and the sky turns orange with litmus and purple hints here and there over the clouds. Even if annoyed at him, not even the scenery can match to the beauty of his soul.
“Baby…” he whispers, bending enough to hug you from behind. “I was just joking… give me a kiss, come on”
“No. You didn’t want it when I gave it to you; now you lost it!” you joke, enjoying the way you are pressing your back against his body.
He stays silent for some seconds until he turns you around rather violently -probably not his intention, but he is still a clumsy man-. Rosinante’s arms lift you up, as he tries not to slip with the snow.
“Give me a kiss. As a Celestial Dragon I demand my tribute!” it is still a little painful for him, but he has learned to accept his past and because of you even joke about it.
“Ah- tribute?! You are crazy, sir. I won’t giv-“ you grunt, but your lips get sealed with his. And your stiffen muscles start to relax as you melt into a very deep kiss of lust and love.
You two probably keep kissing until your lips get swollen and your breathing becomes erratic. There is too much sexual desire accumulated in your bodies that haven’t been released, you are not exactly sure if you are making it to the cabin.
“I was going to wait until we get home… I’ve been thinking about it all week, having the house free for us…” Rosinante murmurs with his lips grazing yours.
“I can’t wait until we get home…” you whisper, hugging him with your legs, allowing your crotch to hit his. He is hard, as much as you are wet. He is needy, as much as you are desperate…
Both look at each other. It’s gonna be a first… having sex in the middle of the road? With snow? Sure, it isn’t a very transited zone, but… what if someone sees you?
“I don’t care. Fuck me here, behind that tree” you point to a bunch of pines behind you.
Corazon, whose pupils contract, and his smile turns to a sexy smirk, doesn’t really say a word but immediately let’s you down for you to walk right behind the tree you chose to be a “covered spot”.
Truth is, it isn’t really a cover for such a big man like Rosinante, but it doesn’t really matter anymore to you.
Your back hits the log, and his right hand do the same right next to your face. Some old snow falls around you from the branches of the tree, but there is no strong enough cold to overcome the heat of your bodies.
Rosi bends over to kiss you, playing with your breasts as he does. You moan, as his usual clumsy hands -but not during sex- reach for your nipples right in between your winter clothes. He pinches and twists, because he knows how much you love it.
Your hand reaches for his bulging crotch, playing over the white fabric of his jeans. You can feel it in your hands the way it throbs and painfully wishes to scape his pants. Thing, you understand very well, so you proceed to lower the zipper.
Soon you stop the kiss to kneel and free his sex. He is still wearing his clothes, but it’s enough for you to orally pleasure him. Both of your hands aren’t quite enough to cover his whole length, and that’s something you have learnt to take very well.
The tip of your tongue lands on the tip of his dick, making him squirm as you create strings of precum in between you two. Your oral skills are good but definitely better if accompanied by the pumping motions of your hands.
“Fuck…” he grunts.
“Honey, watch your mouth… someone might hear you” you joke, remembering indeed you are right because you are pretty much in public. But not giving a single fuck, as you eat his sex, gagging the more you bob your head.
When Rosinante is able to catch a little bit of air and clear his mind, he softly pulls back from your hair. Shiny lips and a little bit of teary eyes of yours look at him expecting to keep going or getting fucked.
“Stand up so I can scold you for the same reason” he growls. Rosinante’s sexy side is a pleasure not many people had the joy to experience.
You immediately accompany his hair pulling motion to stand up and soon enough he turns you around, pressing your body against the pine log in front of you. Skilfully he pulls down your leggings, just enough to expose your heat for him to penetrate.
“I missed your warmth so much” he purrs in your ear while he crunches enough for his sex to be guided into yours. You, on tippy toes to help with the height different, await his fulfilling length -and width- to stretch you out, so lasciviously.
And just as he slides himself inside of you, with milking spasming walls, and the usual resistance of such a size difference, you whine louder than ever. Thing that might have alerted someone in a cabin a few meters away you hadn’t seen until now.
Dogs barking and a light turning on is what you see in between the rams of a completely unaware -lost in lust- Rosinante.
“Hon-ey… th- there are… nghhh.. there are people there!” you alert him, with great difficulty and moaned speech. You bite your lip, watching in between blurred vision if someone is coming or not.
“I won’t stop fucking you, they won’t find us as long as you don’t make any sound” Rosinante murmurs, almost enjoying the karma for your last commentary.
“But- ngh… fuck, you are stretching me a lot more than al-ways” you whine, sure that given you more of his hip stabs you will burst out.
He scoffs. “Fine… SILENT-“ Rosinante casts his silence spell on you, allowing you to moan without a word to be heard. Thing that, gives him the power of fucking his victim even rougher and without hearing his pleading “stops” -even if you never want him to stop-
You can’t be heard, but you can hear. So, he grabs your face in between his fingers, while has you hugged by your waist. “Look at that old couple, they are looking for the animal that just mewled, but it was just you taking my dick. You wanna show them your face while I do?”
You widen your eyes… apparently the sexual abstinence can do this to a sweet man like him. You shake your head, because you don’t really desire for two strangers to see you getting fucked in the middle of the public street… or you do?
Rosinante keeps fucking you, moving your body as he wishes, ignoring your “wait I am coming… I can’t-“ pleads coming from your silent voice. You are like a little doll compared to him, and the bulge forming on your lower belly should be considered like a dynamic work of anatomical and sexual art.
You are overstimulated, feeling like your insides are about to explode and the pressure of a very wet orgasm is about to dampen your and his clothes.
You are not very sure where the couple went, you have lost them… and you don’t mind.
Rosinante on the verge of coming too and couldn’t care a less if you want his seed deep inside you… he can’t hear you say no, in any case. You weren’t saying no, either.
“Take my cum, I think we should be ready to give Law a brother or a sister” he moans in your ear, getting even rougher with you as you are almost convulsing around his dick with a silent climax, legs and leggings soaked and nails carving marks on the log in front of you.
He grunts right in your ear, giving you, perhaps, an actual acoustical orgasm. Soon the chill you might have felt because of your juices getting cold are replaced by the flooding warmth of his cum that will have to stay inside of you for as long as you two need to run away…
“WHAT ARE YOU TWO YOUNGSTERS DOING?! SINNERS!” an old man -the same from the closer cabin- appears with a rusty shotgun.
“SORRY SIR!!!” both run away -you silently, though- laughing…
Oh, young love, risky and passionate
is there a better type?
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