While Yes I Did See A Grammatical Error, And It Was Very Short... What Can I Say Besides-

While yes I did see a grammatical error, and it was very short... What can I say besides-

They never miss, Strawb3rrystar isn't a waiter but they never fails to deliver my 5 star meal. Thank you very very much.

I would say I a little sad still because it was short when you put out a 3.5k work like last week, but to be honest I no better. It would be hypothetical. So I just say...

... Idk what to say actually, that's how little ideas I have of things lol

Ehhh banana :)

Me on my way to request something to you.

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!)

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BO6 BETA IS IN A HOUR AAAAAAA

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚃𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚢

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝙱𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 average 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 average 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗

𝙱𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 average

𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 average

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚍

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚝

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝔨𝔫𝔦𝔣𝔢

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 ｍｏｕｎｔａｉｎ

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕣

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝐇𝐞𝐦𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚝.

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Writen by Charles Bukowski, music by Whitey.

God how I love both of their arts, ones poems and the other songs. I don't know if they are perfect but they speak to me in a deep level. Like hearing someone confirm your beliefs.

It isn't well to only hear what you agree on of course, but I always surrounded by the opposite. By the idea that I should simply bow to society, that I need to turn average, seek being normal, when I don't even know what that word means.

And I despise anyone who thinks they know what it means. That preach about what is normal. Because I know it's a lie.

I know the truth... At least my truth. I sometimes question myself, in a unending paradox, if I am the fool and they are not. If I in the wrong.

They never questioning themselves seriously is the only way I know I have a point.

...

My bad going philosophical my original gangsters, I know y'all here for the smut but I guess I just loved this song too much lol.

This is going to be useful

Describe your Main Character sheet

Skin

Tone: Pale, Rosy, Olive, Dark, Tanned, Alabaster, Ebony, Bronze, Golden, Fair

Texture: Smooth, Rough, Silky, Coarse, Flaky, Supple, Wrinkled, Calloused, Bumpy

Condition: Moles, Acne, Dry, Greasy, Freckled, Scars, Birthmarks, Bruised, Sunburned, Flawless

Complexion: Clear, Ruddy, Sallow, Glowing, Dull, Even-toned, Blotchy

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Expression: Deep-set, Squinty, Monolid, Heavy eyelids, Upturned, Downturned, Piercing, Gentle, Sparkling, Steely

Other: Glassy, Bloodshot, Tear-filled, Clear, Glinting, Shiny

Hair

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Styles: Weave, Hair extensions, Jaw length, Layered, Mohawk, Dreadlocks, Box braids, Faux locks, Braid, Ponytail, Bun, Updo

Color: White, Salt and pepper, Platinum blonde, Golden blonde, Dirty blonde, Blonde, Strawberry blonde, Ash brown, Mouse brown, Chestnut brown, Golden brown, Chocolate brown, Dark brown, Jet black, Ginger, Red, Auburn, Dyed, Highlights, Low-lights, Ombre

Eyebrows: Thin eyebrows, Average eyebrows, Thick eyebrows, Plucked eyebrows, Bushy eyebrows, Arched eyebrows, Straight eyebrows

Lips

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Texture: Chapped, Smooth, Cracked, Soft, Rough

Color: Pale, Pink, Red, Crimson, Brown, Purple, Nude

Expression: Smiling, Frowning, Pursed, Pouting, Curved, Neutral, Tight-lipped, Parted

Nose

Shape: Button, Roman, Hooked, Aquiline, Flat, Pointed, Wide, Narrow, Crooked, Upturned, Snub

Size: Small, Large, Average, Long, Short

Condition: Freckled, Sunburned, Smooth, Bumpy

Build

Frame: Petite, Slim, Athletic, Muscular, Average, Stocky, Large, Lean, Stout, Bony, Broad-shouldered, Narrow-shouldered

Height: Short, Tall, Average, Petite, Giant

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Texture: Smooth, Rough, Calloused, Soft, Firm

Condition: Clean, Dirty, Manicured, Scarred, Wrinkled

Nails: Short, Long, Polished, Chipped, Clean, Dirty, Painted, Natural

Voice

Tone: Deep, High, Soft, Loud, Raspy, Melodic, Monotonous, Hoarse, Clear, Gentle

Volume: Loud, Soft, Whispery, Booming, Muted

Pace: Fast, Slow, Steady, Hasty, Measured

Expression: Cheerful, Sad, Angry, Calm, Anxious, Confident, Nervous, Excited, Bored

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