Lol can you do what Verosika, Chaz, Vox, Striker, Lute and Barbie Wire react to their S/O calling them Pookie Bear
(I specifically want their reactions to be like one sentence so it isn’t overwhelming for you to write.)
Verosika, Chaz, Vox, Striker, Lute, and Barbie Wire bejng called "pookie bear" by the reader
Usually I wouldn't take requests like this but you know what the hell? Weeoooyohh!! Sorry if some are OOC, some characters I just havent really.. explored the much prior to this <\3
Verosika- most definitely a little confused but she knows what you said after a minute. Probably into it, honestly even if it's not her favorite petname
Chaz- he thinks it's cute although he suggests you calling something else. Likely something lude or within that ballpark.. sighs..
Vox- knows what it means thanks to him always looking at what's popular as well as keeping tabs on people and their socials. He is... not a fan. He thinks its dumb. Never call him that again
Striker- does not know what you said and still doesn't when you repeat yourself. He thinks the name is dumb, kind of narrows your eyes at you everytime you call him it. Though hes not telling to you stop.. he just rolls his eyes
Lute- also doesnt know what you said, I dont think she uses social media all that much. if she does she uses it once in a blue moon. Feels.. indifference towards the name though she mentally puts it in the same category as "schnookums"
Barbie Wire- oh she does not like it. Makes it clear too. It's just not really her style, sounds too cutesy for her taste. Shuts it down very fast
Normally you didn't have alot of wishes, especially a death wish, however normally you also didn't fuck in your boss car.
"Y-Yeah go harder big boy~! You're gonna ruin me~!" Chaz moaned as she jumped on your cock unashamed, being as loud as she could. The car groaned with the way her hips keep meeting yours, ass rippling everytime it it bottom.
You tried telling her to stay quiet, but she would only hand away your warnings.
"The old man- ah~! Doesn't use this car for years. Fuuuck~! He has a limousine, why he would- damn mammon~! Check this one~?"
The same way he said to check it before getting into situation.
"J-Just a little more~ then you can go and tell him no rat bit his wheels~"
A loud noise came out, a door opening. That made you grab her by her chest sides and force her against yourself, stopping the thrusting. You shut her mouth with your hand when she tried to complain, watching through the tinted windows who it was.
It was Goddamn Alessio.
He seemed to look around the area, checking for anything around. A window opening could also be heard be opened.
"So? Anything there?" The muffled voice of Crimson made you pale, as you kept being still. Of course that wasn't helped by the fact Chaz tried getting free, licking your hand to make you drop it.
Eventually Alessio looked at the car window, narrowing his eyes as he tried looking into it. You prayed to whatever could hear you that he didn't saw you.
"Nothing." That made you relax as Alessio left, walking back mumbling something.
You finally let her mouth free. "Fucking hell, I know how to-"
You didn't let her finish, as you again pushed her against yourself and began pounding into her as fast as you could, making her stutter and whimper.
"F-FuCk~! Y-YoU sO pissed o-off~?- Mmmfght-?"
You nodded as you kissed her hard, trying to make that slut just take it all. Her eyes rolled back as she got drilled silly, your tongue swirling and roaming for all her tastes, which had a fishy taste, the good kind at least. Your hands gripped her ass cheeks hard, making a red print in them as you thrusted in and out, in and out, until exploding without warning.
Your mind went blank for a second, hips still jolting against hers until all cum was pumped.
You only stopped after a minute, staying there hugging her and letting her head against your shoulder.
"... You wanna do it again tomorrow~?"
Your eyes narrowed at hers, as she tried to make a puppy face.
I have a writing request for a Chaz X F!Reader one shot. In it, he discovers his current partner is ticklish and uses it to tease her when she refuses to admit it.
TICKLISH .
; pairing ; chazwick thurman x female ! reader
; note ; i am loving the love this boy has been getting!!
; warnings ; none
you sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone while chaz sprawled out next to you, his evergreen hair poking out from under his fedora. the two of you had been together for a while, and despite chaz's cocky demeanor, there was a certain charm that kept you entertained.
"babe, you're always on that thing. why don't you pay attention to this handsome devil right here?" chaz grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulders.
you rolled your eyes, not bothering to look up from your phone. "calm down. i'm just checking some messages."
he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "well, how 'bout i distract you, huh?" he purred, fingers lightly tracing circles on your side.
you twitched, a small giggle escaping you. "stop it, chaz. i'm not in the mood."
chaz chuckled, undeterred by your lack of enthusiasm. "oh, come on, baby. you know you want some of this charm."
you sighed, finally putting your phone down and turning to face him. "seriously. i'm not in the mood."
but chaz was undeterred, his grin widening as he wiggled his fingers in a ticklish manner. "come on. a little distraction won't hurt."
you rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips despite your attempt to resist. "no. i told you i'm not in the mood."
he chuckled, his fingers getting dangerously close to your ticklish spots. "oh, i think you are. you just don't wanna admit it."
you swatted his hand away, feigning annoyance. "stop it. i'm not ticklish."
a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. "oh, really now?" without warning, he lunged at you, fingers dancing over your sides.
you couldn't hold back the laughter that bubbled up. "chaz, knock it off!"
but he persisted, the relentless tickling eliciting genuine laughter from you. "admit it, y/n. you're ticklish!" he declared triumphantly.
you squirmed and kicked at him, determined to maintain your stubborn front. "no way! i'm not admitting anything!"
chaz chuckled, dodging your playful kicks with a grin. "the more you resist, the more adorable you become."
you shot him a mock glare between fits of laughter. "i'm not adorable, and i'm definitely not ticklish!"
undeterred, chaz continued his tickle assault, finding new spots that made you squirm and giggle. "oh, you're adorable, and you're definitely ticklish. just admit it already!"
"nope, not happening!" you declared, a mixture of laughter and protest escaping your lips.
chaz finally relented, withdrawing his teasing fingers with a mock pout. he settled back on the couch, crossing his arms and adopting a grumpy expression. "fine, whatever. keep your secrets," he grumbled, though a mischievous glint still flickered in his neon-blue eyes.
you chuckled at his theatrics, your laughter gradually subsiding. "ugh, you're such a drama queen."
he shot you a mock offended look. "me? a drama queen? never." chaz then scooched. "but seriously, babe, is it really that bad to admit you're a little ticklish?"
you rolled your eyes at his persistence, but a playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "it's not bad. i just don't wanna give you the satisfaction."
chaz grinned, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. "ah, playing hard to get. i like a challenge."
you nudged him playfully. "you're impossible."
"yet, you love me," he quipped with a wink.
you shook your head, unable to suppress a smile. "yeah, yeah, i do."
So, I know it's been quite a early time since the last request (in my opinion) but... Well, you really not minding and I really dig everything you make sooooooo you can't blame me~
You don't need to guess that it's going to be gender bend again, although this time is going to be Chaz! Yeah, I kinda dig the little fella (even if he makes *a lot* of sex jokes. The show is full of them and I share the same sentiment with Striker in that front lol) so why not Male reader X Fem Chaz?
Though of giving you more detail on this one, the idea is that reader is one of the guards of Crimson mansion, a serious and mute one at that, and Chaz as someone who doesn't know how to stay quite goes to "rizz" him up. Of course, Chaz didn't expect much, however it turns out the guard is a sub as he ends up mush in her hands... And of course she takes advantage of that~
Kinks I guess I try not to say mommy three times because that's really puts suspicion on my part (however if it does slips... I ain't complaining-) a lot of praising, since Chaz ends up really having fun being a Dom (I know he talks a lot about his "big dick" but... Cmon, I know his ass isn't in that high horse) and I guess a bit of almost getting caught, as I thought it would be funny as hell if this happened while on the "Exes and Oohs" episode and crimson and gang almost caught them lol.
Again, please warn me if you going to accept it or nah, I am comfortable but I still have a caution if I get too caught up in my on head.
I hope you have a wonderful day, afternoon or/and night :3
Throbbing heart.
Pairing: Fem! Chaz Thurman x Masc! Reader
Summary: Do NOT fuck one of your ex-boyfriend's, dad's bodyguard! Or do. Who am I to stop you?
Warnings: Porn with little plot, praise, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), dom/sub undertones
Word count: 888
✰Masterlist
When you started working for Crimson you were strapped for cash and didn't think you could ever have a life outside of Greed. So, your father, who was close with the mob boss, got you a job. A bodyguarding job! Sure, it could be unconventional at times, but at least the pay was good. You took your job very seriously. You had too, or it could cost you your life.
This caused you to shut yourself off from everyone. Most of your own colleagues forgot what your voice sounded like. They were still very friendly towards you, even if you wouldn't say a word to them. Well, someone had to come along and break that barrier. And that was Chaz Thurman.
An apparent sex crazed loan shark, who most likely cared more about getting her pussy stuffed then her own dignity. She was going around flirting (and probably fucking) every guard in the mansion. And you just so happened to be her next target. Chaz wasn't expecting much, considering the others told her you were mute. But she still wanted to take a gamble. What would be the harm in trying anyways?
She pulled out all the stops. Sweet talking, twirling her hair, touching your arm, batting her eyelashes. All the cheesy shit that could only work on the most touch starved virgins. Well, it certainly worked on you. A pit in your stomach started to grow, your dick twitching as you try to keep a straight face. But Chaz caught on quickly.
So, here you were, sitting in your boss' dining room, Chaz trailing her hand along your clothed thigh. She sunk down onto the carpet under the table, pale fingertips touching the bulge between your legs. "Take them off," she says, in reference to your pants. You were about to disobey her word, so you started unbuckling your belt, a 'Yes, mam' leaving your lips. Chaz loved this, the control she had over you, even if she was physically under you.
Once your belt was off you unzip your pants, shimming them and your underwear down to your ankles, cock springing to life. She almost immediately grabs the base of it, watching the pre-cum slowly leak out of the tip. Sure, it was very early in the morning, but Chaz wanted her last fill of cum before she was a married woman. Her touch was delicate as she steadily stroked your length, panties becoming wet as she listens to your soft moans.
"Fuck. Look at you. So pretty for me," she mumbles, her thumb going over every vein as her tongue darts out to kitten lick your slit. The teasing was getting to you, but you stayed still, waiting, like a good boy. Soon, Chaz rewards you by slipping your tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the width. It felt like pure ecstasy coursing through your veins, something that you didn't let yourself indulge in often, but could quickly become addicted too.
Your hips buck up involuntarily, causing you to push into her mouth more. Chaz kept taking your length down her throat until she was buried up to your pubic bone. The sensation was nothing you've ever felt before. It felt like she was actually sucking the life out of you. Her head bobs, saliva coating her lips. You sit back in the wooden chair, letting her do the work. She pulls back all the way and then dives back down. Her, a deep sea diver, while you are left sitting on the shoreline, where you belong.
Chaz repeats this process of coming up and going back down nearly a hundred times before switching it up. Now she's deepthroating your cock, holding onto your thighs to steady herself. The feeling was heavenly as her head game was strong. She didn't gag, not once. You wanted to moan loudly, but you didn't want to get caught, so you bit your lip, holding back moans. Soon, you felt the pit your stomach threatening to snap, dick twitching on Chaz's skilled tongue. She knew you were close and she wanted you to come down her throat.
"Shit.. I.. I'm close." You stumble over your words, a small warning before the warm liquid Chaz so badly craved came shooting down her windpipe. And she gladly drank of every drop of your delicious cum. Releasing your softening dick from her mouth with a pop, she helps you pull your pants back over your hips. Quickly shuffling to put your belt back on in fear of someone walking in. Chaz got out from under the table, wiping the spit off her chin while watching you struggle. "You did so good for me." She comments, causing you to freeze up for a moment.
You had just gotten into your normal position by the door when your boss and his son walked into the dining room. Crimson shoots you a glance when he notices you, and then one to Chaz. You wished that he wasn't assuming the worst and could only hope that he didn't have you killed. But, the old man just brushes you off, instructing you to help the others set up the wedding venue. You hastily do as your told and leave, wanting desperately to forget whatever the fuck just happened. As you leave of course you sneak a look at Chaz, who just sends a wink your way.
Satan, what a close call.
Star's notes -> Sorry this is kinda short, my love!! I ran out of ideas very, very quickly. But, I blame that one writing this at 2AM
(Thank you @jgabriel1920 for requesting!) (Requests are open!)
Hey there, been enjoying your content for a while now! I gotta take the new episode opportunity and request Chaz calling the reader to help him get away from Crimson, like a last minute rescue and finding a way to fake a trophy and trick the mafia, maybe some sex-as-thanks at the end, if you want to. As an addendum, this is an idea I got and plan to write my own fanfic with it, and I'd love to see your take on this scenario!
Life Saver!
Oh how could it all go so so wrong?!
Chaz had been running for, Hell, hours? It'd long since gone dark.
He held his side, a stray bullet from Crimson having hit him while he made his less than elegant escape, the man running through the bustling city that covered the majority of Greed, blood soaking the side of his shirt and quickly working its way down his pants.
Eventually, he'd duck into a back alley, wedging himself between a set of dumpsters. The shark man stayed huddled there for what felt like hours, doing his best to steady his breathing as he stayed sat there.
He'd sit there long enough for the adrenaline to wear off, and once it did, the blood loss finally hit him, the man collapsing in his hidden nook, passing out.
He'd awaken mid morning, wheezing as he stood up, the man clutching his side.
The bleeding had stopped, though his shirt and leg was absolutely soaked in blood.
That wasn't good.
Exiting the alleyway, he was entirely unsure of what the Hell to do.
So, he wandered.
He walked down the Street, body weak, occasionally being bumped into, or stepping over the occasional dead body.
But it'd be after some Imp got his head blown off, Chaz getting covered in brainmatter.
And while he initially complained, wiping his face. However as he spat out brains, he'd find his salvation in the dead Imp's hand.
A Cellphone!
So, snatching it up, he spent a long minute thinking of who he could actually call.
It's not like he had any friends. Burned most bridges. Fucked up the rest.
OH!
There was one person that didn't totally despise his guts. Someone that wouldn't kill him on sight.
So, after a minute trying to remember your number he'd finally pressed it into the phone.
It rang, Chaz desperately hoping you'll answer.
After another minute or so, you'd pick up. Before you could actually say anything Chaz blurted out.
"(Y/N)! Please don't hang up. Please!"
There was a long silence before he heard you sigh. "What do you want Chaz?"
He almost wept, pleading with you.
"Please, look I know Ive been an ass in the past, but I need your help. I've got myself in shit with the mob and your the only person in the seven rings I can trust right now!"
There was several minutes of silence before he added another desperate. "Please!"
There was another moment of silence before you sighed, telling him. "Fine... Do you remember the park where we met?"
He nodded, before smacking his forehead, telling you. "Yeah, I... I'm not too far from it."
"Alright, I can be there in 10. Be there." He released a heavy breath, the man about to thank you before you added. "Dont be seen. If your being followed by the mob, I'd suggest changing clothes, or at least covering up or something. I'll be in a red car."
Then you hung up, and so, following your instructions, he made his way to the park.
He'd manage to snatch a blanket covering up his faux tuxedo'd body. The man managing to cover his hair with a cap he snatched off some kids head.
He made it to the park fairly easily though he was still light headed from the blood loss, his head on a swivel as he watched for red cars.
As he did, he'd spot a pair of men. Men that were obviously on the lookout for sombody.
And not wanting to tempt fate, the shark demon quickly avoided eye contact, staring at the ground in hopes of garnering their attention.
Unfortunately for him, his luck hadn't turned, the set of men obviously spotting him.
He'd struggle to his feet, intending to make a runner. Or well, a shamble, man almost to the street when you finally pulled up.
"Get in!"
You yelled.
And he did, the man leaping in, the shark awkwardly balled up as you sped off, Chaz awkwardly fixing himself, having to move his ridiculous tail as you drove. Chaz sure to toss the blanket and hat, said garments immediately covering another cars window and making it crash.
"UnHoly shit! thank you!"
You didn't say anything, just driving along the street, intentionally not looking at the man.
Youd drive him back your place, making sure to take the long way with plenty of turns just in case someone was following you.
But after a while, you'd pull up to your clinic, you climbing out, coming around and helping him up.
You carried himside, the man weakly thanking you again as you helped his weakened form into a chair.
Youd quickly get to work fixing him up, cleaning and stitching up the wound, the man hissing and groaning at the pain.
"How ya feeling?" Youd ask, finally finished fixing him up.
Taking a few heavy breaths, Chaz chuckled, adjusting his seating before telling you.
"Ah, I'm alright. Will take more than a bullet to take my big dicked, sexy ass out."
You snorted, shaking your head telling him.
"Good... good."
Before you turned and smacked him right across the face.
"That was for getting mixed up with the mob!"
You then smacked him again.
"And that's for drinking all my medical grade alcohol, disappearing for half a year before calling me to save your ass, you prick!"
With that you calmly turned, grabbed your equipment and walking out of the room, the shark demon just sitting, watching as you casually walked away, man holding his sore cheek.
He'd find you cleaning your tools, Chaz awkwardly asking. "Sooo... do you still hate me?" He asked rather nonchalantly.
You paused, slumping over before snorting, shaking your head.
"Your dumbass you know that?" You chuckled, shaking your head, rolling your eyes.
Turning around, you face him, reaching out to cup his cheek, looking over the mark you'd left. You shook your head, looking into his eyes.
"You look like shit." You told him bluntly, the man breaking into laughter, you quickly following.
The both of you sharing a laugh. You sat him down, having him eat something before taking him to your bathroom, telling him to clean up.
Telling him to hand over his clothes when he gets in.
Of course he made a joke about you joining him, but after a singular look hed back down, apologising.
And so, stripping down, he'd hand you his clothes, the man taking a delightfully hot shower.
Youd put his clothes in the wash, finishing up sanitising your equipment before heading back to your room just as Chaz stepped out.
He had the decency to actually wear a towel, the past 24 seemingly taking its toll as he stumbled out the shark, towel barely staying attached as he flopped on your bed.
You just rolled your eyes, the man quickly curling up his massive tail, the man asking in a "sexy" voice, or more accurately, 'half asleep' voice if he could 'pay you back~'.
To which you threw a pair of his pants at him, a pair he'd left at your place the last time he'd been their. I.e. before he ran drunk off his ass on medical grad alcohol.
And so, while he got dressed you'd ask him who he'd managed to piss off.
The man made you promise not to get mad, you telling him to tell you or he could leave.
And so, making the sane choice, he'd reveal it was Crimson.
You were sure to throw something at him, yelling at him for being so stupid as to get mixed up with A Knowlastname.
However, it was as you were about to throw a shoe at him, that it hit you.
You knew exactly how you were gonna gat him out of this situation.
Chaz would ask what you had in mind, you simply throwing the shoe, telling him to get ready, you had somewhere to be.
Chaz would point out he was missing a shirt, and so, you'd throw him a robe, as you didn't have any shirts in his size.
You'd zip off to the "meat market".
Or as you called it, "the sketchy ass back alley market where surgeons get organs and shit for their sketchy ass surgeries".
It wasn't a pleasant place, and not one you went often, but for your purposes you were sure you could find exactly what you needed.
It took a long while to find a cadaver that matched him shockingly well. He was a lanky, recently dead shark shmuck that honestly, looked like he could be Chaz' twin.
And luckily, The dead man had a full set of teeth.
So, grabbing the dead bastard, you'd pay an annoyingly high price, Chaz promising to pay you back, befire you dragged him back to your place, and after some work on Chaz, youd get to work.
Youd check Chaz's teeth, making a mental note, and after some work, you had the cadavers chompers looking almost identical.
You knew of the Mob boss Crimson's proclivity to collect the teeth, horns or collars of his enemies, and as such took extra care that they looked authentic, Chaz spending most of the night with his mouth open.
And so, after a few hours of surgery, you had a very Chaz looking set of teeth.
And so waiting a few days and after taking some rather convincing photos of the mutilated Chaz look alike, man half burnt in a crashed car you found in some alleyway, youd manage to contact Crimson's men.
You spun a long yarn on hearing something about Chaz, you knowing him, making sure to glance over at him as you described him being a dumbass.
Of course theyd ask why you cared, you telling them you had a history and happened to find him dead, likely trying to steal a boobytrapped car, not that you shed a tear in finding him dead.
Something that got a wounded look from Chaz, the two of you sharing a drink at the time, Chaz less than subtly pulling you towards him with his tail, you smacking his tail as you climbed out, telling the man you had his chompers as well as evidence.
He'd ask what you wanted, you telling him a small sum for your effort. Removing and sanitising teeth wasn't easy after all.
And so, after some more back and forth, you set up a meeting.
Youd come face to face with Crimson himself, you handing over several images of a 'dead' Chaz, the man not saying a word till you handed over 'his' chompers.
Crimson stared at them for a looong, looong minute, before silently nodding, placing the teeth back onto the box as one of his goons handed you an envelope of cash.
With a respectful bow, you'd highfalutin it back home, blurting into your clinic, rushing upstairs with a cheer.
Chaz would pop out of the closet, the man having been waiting for the worst, the man equipped with one of your kitchen knives.
Though you didn't get the chance to ask him about it as he quickly approached, spinning you around and pulling you close.
Chaz suggested you go out and party, but luckily for the both of you, you weren't that stupid and decided to stay in and order some higher end fast food.
As well as you popping down the street for some cheep champagne.
The two of you would spend the night together, eating good food, sharing some very tasty champagne as you shared a toast to Chaz's death.
Youd somehow end up wrapped in his tail, the both of you speaking softly over your past, the man apologising for running.
For stealing from you.
For being such a useless prick.
He'd lean in close, thanking you for being the only person he could count on in all Hell, even if he didn't deserve it.
Youd lean in close, asking him if hed meant all if that, that he was actually sorry for being a prick, or if he was that same old Chaz.
He'd pause, silent for moment before sighing, the man looking back up at you before apologising again, telling you simply he was an asshole, but, well, he'd like another chance. If you'd have him?
And so, with a moment of thought, you'd kiss.
A deep, passionate kiss, the two of your curling up in bed, quickly getting down to buisness.
Youd end up curled up in bed, sheets a mess, both naked and nasty, Chaz curled up around you, nuzzling your collar as he held you close.
Youd lean down, the two of you sharing a kiss.
He'd ask if you'd, well, wanna give it another try... if you'd have him?
You'd lay there for a long minute, not saying anything until you'd finally lean in, giving him a deep, passionate kiss.
You wouldn't be an 'official thing' first a long time, especially with Chaz having to learn to be dead. But after a long time together, you'd genuinely end up loving each other.
And while it was never perfect, nothing in Hell was, and you made due.
And as cheesy as it was, you'd live Mostly happily, ever after.
You're with norm temporarily since your parents were on vacation and you didn't want to go, so norm offered to take you in. Your parents gratefully accepted When Chaz first saw you, it was like love at first sight. They never found interest in romance or friendship, for that matter, taking their role as an educator of the elderly seriously, but when they saw you, that suddenly changed. They wanted to make a good first impression, but they didn't exactly know how since they haven't interacted with someone they're age without aggression. they've been used to the aggression that many of the families they've educated, but you were sweet, or at least not threatening them. The stay felt a lot more worth it getting to talk to you every day, but after awhile, they realized they wanted to get closer to you to finally get the affection they'd only dream of.
(Head canon time)
I don't think they would do anything too illegal since they follow the drinking law. I'm going to guess they would try to follow the law while trying to woo you.
They would definitely try to get information on you from family or friends, and any information they got from files that they probably got before coming over to re-educate norm
They'd start acting more affectionate but still try to respect any boundaries you have, but more than once they've gotten too close for comfort, but they back off when you tell them to, only to go back to it after a couple minutes.
They would try to bring you to pride parades, giving you flags and other cute Nick-nacks of your sexual or gender orientation.
Watches you sleep frequently, enjoying how peaceful you look whilst resting, wishing you'd look that calm around them.
Though they think they're being sly, they're quite creepy. Everyone can notice how smitten they are with you.
They wouldn't kidnap you since they seem to be a law-abiding citizen. I believe the most they'd do is heavily stalk you, but besides that, they wouldn't do anything else.
maybeeee some chaz x reader comfort hcs? (or how he acts when he's protective i'm sorry sjhdsjnwhdj-)
Chaz x Reader (gender neutral) protective Chaz headcanons
•this man will hold onto you for dear life
•"You're safe with me baby, nothin' gets past THIS muscle!" he reassures you
•he'll wrap you up in his coat, holding you close in his arms
•he keeps you close with his tail, wrapping it around your waist, smirking at you to lighten your mood
•he tells you how strong he is, how knowledgeable he can be in combat, that he was a part of the mafia to assure you that he can ALWAYS protect you
•when your mood is lightened he wastes no time in sharing a deep kiss with you, grabbing you around your waist passionately
•he tells you that you're "his special baby" as he pulls you close to his chest, you can feel his heartbeat, the warmth in his chest as he caresses you
Wrote a bit for the shark boy because he needs more love. Covers three topics: Safe for work, "Chaz Surviving", and not worksafe.
Under the cut, some are not worksafe! Minors do not interact!
SFW-
Loves junk food and his go-to meal is the greasiest double cheeseburger he can find.
Pretty bad at cooking, he gets distracted easily, but he’s good at food prep and would work well cooking with someone.
Favorite toppings on a pizza? He’s a meat lover, but he’ll try anything. Swears by anchovies.
Usually pretty casual, but he can turn on the charm when he wants.
He sometimes has a way of knowing what you want even before you do. This can make him pretty manipulative at times, but usually for little things.
He can dance! Not the best with more formal styles but pretty great at improvising or fast dancing.
Chaz can keep his dirty thoughts to himself and tone himself down, but he chooses not to, he has more fun being himself and wouldn’t want to change that.
He’s not going to pay for the date, and will choose to dine and dash over getting the bill.
Absolutely the type to propose with a Ringpop or onion ring.
He can spell decently if he puts the time and effort into it, but when he’s writing quickly all spelling rules go out the window.
Talks his head off during movies, he has opinions that he feels need to be heard, usually on which character he wants to bone the most.
Post-Injury/Near Death (aka: here’s how he could be saved)-
Crimson really needs the money, and when you see the neighborhood mafia is about to kill a handsome and very pathetic guy, you intervene in a way that just makes sense in Greed: by bribing them to let him go. You make him an offer he can't refuse.
Of course, he doesn’t escape unharmed, he gets pretty fucked up actually, and in fact has to spend a good while in the hospital.
Doesn’t like to feel confined to one place, which makes his recovery a lot harder. He has to relearn a lot and get used to living with a prosthetic jaw and teeth.
Drives Chaz absolutely nuts that he can’t talk for a good while, but he gets very good at texting and writing quickly, even if his spelling remains not that great.
Falls hard and fast for the person that paid his way to freedom and is keeping him company in the hospital. If you tell him you’ll let him stay at your place, he’d probably want to marry you right then and there.
Chaz is mostly a Greed boy, but he’d be pretty accepting of moving to a different ring after all that, anything to put some distance between him and the mob.
Though his main driving goal is sex, he does have a romantic side to him, and after his near death experience he resolves to do better with the people he cares about and not go breaking hearts.
Not Worksafe-
Two dicks! Rarely gets to penetrate with them both, but he’s just fine with intercrural sex as well. He's not lying about them being big either.
They’re very, very slightly prehensile. Can’t grab anything but there is more movement control than an imp, hellhound, or other species would have.
Absolutely kills it at foreplay, especially oral, but unfortunately doesn’t engage in it as often as he probably should.
Thinks because he has a big dick that he doesn’t need any sort of technique other than just “pound away”.
That being said, Chaz would be more than happy for you to tie him down and ‘teach’ him better.
He cannot and will not shut up during sex at all, very vocal and also difficult to gag, you’d need a muzzle. Even then, he’d still be making a lot of noise.
Ready to go anytime, anywhere. The type to pull you into the most secluded area of a building for a quickie.
Has no interest in being a dad, so he’s always got condoms with him no matter where he goes, though you’ll have to be in charge of making sure they’re not expired.
Very poor aftercare, the type of guy to just flop over and fall asleep. This unfortunately would be a lot harder to fix than his “jam it in” style.
Secret spot that he loves to have touched? He’s a sucker for belly rubs but you’d have to find that out on your own.
