i make most of my ocs on roblox. For honor oc they're a samurai and thats it🤔 them and kyoshin are yaoi . this specific one is genderless. their thingy name is Chimamire.. they're basically woke samurai
Aaaaaaaaa!!! Im in love with all ur writing! Esp with ur recent fics getting me back into corkscrew :D! If you ever get the time could you write something between Shtopor and a shy partner? I love ur hcs for him and he seems so normal (lol) and sweet 😭
Do You Like My Work?
I ended up writing three different scenarios for this. Hated every one.
Fandom: Postal 2: Corkscrew RuLes!
Relationship: Postal Dude (Shtopor) x Reader
Tags: N/A
Word count: 853
Ao3
Ko-Fi
Lord, holy shit, Jesus Christ.
You tear your eyes away from the TV, covering your ears to stop the assault on your senses.
Shtopor laughs, his body shakes as he presses against your back. He pauses the video playing on his laptop. He pulls you firmer against his chest, his strong arm keeps you from pulling away. He uses his free hand to pull your hand away from your ear.
“It’s paused, it’s paused.” He chuckles. “You don’t like it?”
“Um…” You sneak a glance at the paused screen. The screen is paused on a view of your boyfriend balls deep in a woman tied up in some very complicated way. You look back down to your lap not able to handle any more of the scene. “It’s … nice…”
This is the first time you’ve ever seen any of the videos Shtopor starred in. You were worried about getting jealous or maybe just finding it completely gross. Now however you were struggling to even watch a second of it. Seeing him with a beautiful actress frays your nerves, even the thumbnails you saw were all filled with really pretty people.
“Nice?” Shtopor glances at the screen then you. “Only nice? It took a long time to get the rope to look nice.”
“Did you tie them up?!” You ask quickly, in shock that he would have such a skill.
“No.” He chuckles. “We had expert come do it.”
“Expert?” He goes into explanation about the process of hiring a ropes expert to come tie up the actress safely. Even how the expert stayed on set to keep an eye on things. He even goes into some detail on the planning that goes into a shoot.
“Here look.” He reaches over and presses the play button on the laptop. Your face burns as you're treated to the view of your boyfriend going to town on a very vocal woman. It takes everything in you to not look away from the video.
“You see her hand?” He points to the woman's hands, tied above her head. It’s hard to not look at other things but you look at her clutched hands. “She’s holding tissue paper in one hand.” You can’t see it, her hand is clutched too tightly and the camera changes angles a few times. Offering you a very HD view of your boyfriends dick um … in use. The lewd noises coming from the speakers assault your ears. You cover your eyes quickly letting out a noise of shock.
Shtopor laughs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He pauses the video once more sparing you. “We should do this more often. It’s cute how fluster you get. It’s almost like you forget what my job is.”
“I know your job!” You squeak out.
“And yet you don’t want to see what I work hard to make.” It takes a few moments but you snort, unable to keep a childish joke out of your head.
“It looks hard alright…” Shtopor chuckles, pressing another kiss to your head.
“Anyway!” He turns the topic back to what he was trying to say. “The tissue is because she's gagged.” You have to double check the screen and yes she is gagged. And somehow still very loud.
“Okay?”
“It's the same as a safe word. She drops it we stop.”
“Oh, I didn’t think about that.” You try to see any signs of the tissue in her clenched fist.
“There is a lot that goes into being safe and everyone being comfortable. Why do you think I like to play a lot before sex?” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“Because you're playful?” He hums.
He turns back to the laptop, typing one handed into the search bar. In a few clicks he pulls up another video this time the thumbnail is just him.
“Here, a video of just me.”
“Just you? People want that?”
“Isn’t that what you want almost every night?” Shtopor slides his hands to your hips giving you a squeeze. He nips at your shoulder as he presses play. This video is easier to stomach, seeing Shtopor play with himself feels like any other day.
“Better?” He asks, noticing you don’t shy away from the video.
“I mean …” The video makes it a point to highlight every detail of Shtopor’s dick. “I prefer this type of video.”
“Really?” He observes the video for a few seconds before he grabs the hem of your shirt. “I have a fun idea.” You squeak as he pulls your shirt up. His hands slip under your shirt, slowly inching his way up your body.
“I thought you wanted me to watch your videos!” You squirm under his touch, he throws his legs over your trapping you in place.
“We are watching but I also want to show you the skills I learned from work.” He pulls your shirt up over your head. “I can even teach you a few new things.” He rests his hands on the hem of your pants, rubbing his thumbs against the hem of your pants.
just finished corkscrew rules really liked this shit
(i kinda wanted to make a proper fanart but tbh its too good an excuse to just draw a meaty man and go to sleep)
(rough translation: as long as im alive ill keep fucking)
бля полная дрисня но честно на хрюк пробивало достаточно часто. золотой год однако пока японцы выпускали дейтсим с гитлером в латексе (тоганка) руссие ебашили вотэту чепуху. было время
(idk what to put in tags) ((also i really want to draw dude more but ughh i dont have normal ideas and dont want it to be boring))
"Besides, we have a gig in Norway. I don't care if we play in the parking lot. We made it this far, I don't want to give up. I'm going to Norway even if I'm dead."
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