Jun 14, 2022
Of course @playstationmademe tags me in a meiker thing. Kiss kiss.
Josephine Lewis (OC for my book, originally RDR2 OC) & Min (RDO OC) (with wavy hair, I guess?)
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Of course @playstationmademe tags me in a meiker thing. Kiss kiss.
Josephine Lewis (OC for my book, originally RDR2 OC) & Min (RDO OC) (with wavy hair, I guess?)
Tagging whoever would like to make lovely characters!
I'm sending a nasty request for Javier, because I wanna give @eddescuella a nice gift for the weekend, haha! Maybe have a little bit of holding the neck lovingly (that might be just my kink coming through lololol)
Ofc! Edd deserves everything <3
Five minutes. Javier couldn't leave you alone for five minutes.
It wasn't your fault, of course. You were too good for this life and it pained him to put you in danger
So when he returned to the saloon with Charles and Arthur, he couldn't fight the anger that burned through him at the site of 3 men crowding you at the bar.
Charles placed a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off and stalked forwards.
You looked relieved to see him, calling out to him as he drew near.
"Cariña," he slipped an arm around your waist. "Who are your new friends?" His smile was all teeth as he regarded the men who had cornered you.
"These gentlemen were just offering to buy me a drink." You clung to his side. "I told them you were coming right back."
"And here I am." Javier kissed the top of your head. "What do you say we head back for the night?"
The two of you reunited with Arthur and Charles, who were clearly waiting for a fight to break out. "This town is the worst." Charles shook his head. "The men here are rotten. I'm sorry we left you alone back there."
Javier was still holding you close. "I think the two of us are going to find somewhere safer to stay the night. We'll meet back up with you later."
You clambered up onto Boaz, squeezing your arms around Javier as he took off into the night.
He pulled to a stop just off the bank of a creek, lighting a lantern and throwing his bedroll down. You gasped when he pinned you down on the wool.
"I need you," he whispered, kissing over your neck and collarbone. "I nearly killed those men."
You calmed him, undressing and kissing him sweetly. It did nothing but stoke his arousal. He forced your knees apart and kissed down your thighs until he met your pussy.
Once he was satisfied, he flipped you onto your stomach and sank into you, groaning and cursing at the feeling.
His fingers wrapped around your neck, pressing up against your jaw as he pulled you back against him. He was feverish as he took you.
The moment he finished, his anger dissipated and he was sweet and doting as always. He promised to never take you to that town again
Verai Marcel
@verai-marcel
[A short epilogue, after all that drama with @askharrycarwyn and @askmissblackheart and @verai-marcel]
Outside the saloon, Verai looked at Everett, a little angry, a lot disappointed. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know. I just...” Everett threw up his hands in frustration. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“No shit.”
Everett glared at her.
She ignored his glare; it had little effect on her. “You gonna go apologize to Harrison?”
“Don’t bring him up right now.”
Verai shrugged. “Alright.” She was at a loss for anything else to say, and just looked at him, a mix of feelings in her expression. But Everett could clearly pick out the guilty look in her eyes.
"I wish you wouldn't look at me like that," he said sadly.
"I'm sorry."
Everett let out a slow sigh. "I know. I am too."
The silence stretched for a few moments more.
"Min, you know I-"
"I know." She turned to face him, and in an uncharacteristic move, she reached up and cupped Everett's cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin soothingly. He leaned into her touch, desperate for more.
Then she pulled her hand back and stepped away. Everett could see her putting the emotional walls back up around her heart, and his own heart ached.
“I’ll see you around,” Verai said as she turned and walked away.
Go after her, moron, Everett thought to himself.
But he just stood there, watching her walk away.
Coward.
I know.
Dumplin’ (RDO OC x OC Fanfic)
"What the hell are we doing?" Everet asked, glancing at the small square table in the middle of Min’s secret cabin in Ambarino.
Min gestured at the bowl of ground meat and the stack of what looked to be circles of raw dough. “We’re making dumplings”
Everett raised an eyebrow, but moved to sit down.
“Wait. Did you wash your hands?”
Sighing, Everett walked back outside of the cabin and washed his hands, shaking them dry as he walked back inside and took the seat diagonally from her at the table. He watched quietly as she nimbly doled out the dough circles on a pan situated between them, and started spooning a bit of the ground meat onto each circle. The smell of the sauce and the herbs made his stomach growl with anticipation. He had eaten her home cooked meals before, but had never helped out. Guess she had had enough of him freeloading.
“Now just take a bit of water” —she dabbed her finger into a small bowl of water— “and spread it along the outside curve here.” Tracing the border of the dough circle with her wet finger, she then gently folded the dough over to create a semi circle. Pressing the edges together, she picked it up and pleated the flattened portion until it looked like a small purse.
“Well?” she asked, looking at him expectantly.
Everett frowned, but started to imitate her actions. His first dumpling was a squished mess. By his twentieth try, he was getting the hang of it.
“Why do we have to make so many?”
“I’m bringing some down to the gunsmith in St Denis,” she replied. “Keeps him happy, and it keeps my special discount from disappearing.”
Everett chuckled. “Oh, I see.” He was silent as he focused on pleating his dumpling. Min watched his eyes focus on his work, and felt happiness suffuse her veins. She was going to make dumplings with or without him, but she appreciated him doing something out of the norm just to spend time with her.
A mental image flashed through her head, of a small child on Everett’s knee, with him teaching them how to make dumplings. A child who had his blue eyes but her black hair...
Min shook the image away. It wasn’t possible, not at her age. But she smiled anyway. The thought was nice.
“What’re you smiling about?” he asked, breaking her reverie.
“Seeing you pulling your weight for once,” she snarked before finishing her last dumpling and placing it on the plate. “Time to fry.”
Grabbing her wok and other supplies, she took the plate & everything else outside to her little stone cooking pit. She threw in some firewood and lit it up, placing the wok on top of the stones.
“Where’d you get this thing?” Everett asked, handing her the small container of lard that she had forgotten in the cabin.
“I got it in St Denis,” she said as she took the lard, cut off a small piece into the wok, and swirled it around. When there was a light smoke, she placed all the dumplings carefully along the surface and poured a little bit of water before covering the wok.
Everett tilted his head. “You only ever give me dumplin’ soup. What’s this?”
Min laughed. “That’s because I’m lazy. But this is special.”
“What, I ain’t special enough for this, but the gunsmith gets them?” he asked, somewhat affronted.
“He only gets them once a year. I feed you all the time.”
“Alright, alright,” he said, letting her off the hook. This time.
“Besides, this is the first time you’ve been around for sun leen.” She quickly added, “New year’s.”
“But it’s February.”
“Chinese new year is different. It’s based on the lunar calendar.”
“Oh. And… dumplin’ makin’ is a thing?”
“Yup.”
The crackling sounds began to fade, and Min pulled the lid off to reveal the plumped up dumplings, their skins more translucent, and the smell of delicious pan-fried food wafted through the air.
“So… when do we get to eat?” Everett asked, already salivating.
“Soon, soon,” Min chided, taking her chopsticks and pulling each dumpling off the surface. “See how they’re sticking to the sides? We call these woh teep, or potstickers.”
Everett could only nod as he eyed each potsticker going onto her plate. He attempted to sneakily grab one, only to have his fingers caught by her pair of chopsticks.
“Don’t even,” she growled.
He laughed nervously and pulled his hand away, deciding that patience would save his fingers this day.
Going back inside, she set aside some for delivery, and the rest she brought back to the table. Handing Everett a new pair of chopsticks, she sat down with him and grinned.
“Okay, now you can eat.”
Everett glared at the chopsticks in his hand. “You know I’m terrible with these things.”
“Then clearly you need to practice,” she said without hesitation, picking up a potsticker and biting into it carefully. The steam came out, a white wisp flavored with soy sauce and ginger, and she blew on it before eating the rest. “Mmm, so good!”
Everett attempted to pick one up, and after several tries, gripped his chopsticks to stab through one.
“Don’t do it,” Min warned. She picked one up and brought it to his mouth. “Eat.”
He frowned, but opened his mouth and ate the proffered potsticker in one go. “Damn, that is amazin’,” he said finally.
“Yup.”
She continued to feed him, taking turns to feed herself, and Everett let her do it, feeling a little embarrassed, but also elated that she was giving him attention. With one more on the plate, he took up his chopsticks once more. With a grace he didn’t know he had, he picked up the last potsticker successfully and offered it to Min.
“The one time you succeed, and it’s for me,” she said with a grin before eating it whole.
“Guess I can do anything, if it’s for you.”
Min turned away, but not before Everett saw the shy smile grow on her face.
The lovely @playstationmademe tagged me!
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My RDO OC Lin Hui Min, originally called Verai because I have no creativity, or Min as Everett calls her.
My commission from @santiago-vasquez-navarro !!!
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The wonderful and talented @whydoihavetotellmyname created this awesome commission for my OCs Everett Osborn and Verai Marcel! Thank you so much, looks super awesome!!