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charlie & reader. nsfw, mdni.

the morning light is soft, spilling through the curtains in hazy golden streaks, and the room feels warm, cocooned in a quiet stillness. charlie’s arm is draped over your waist, his chest pressed against your back, his breath slow and steady against your neck. he’s not fully awake yet, but you can feel him stirring, his hips shifting lazily, his hardness pressing against you in a way that makes your stomach flutter. his fingers trail down your side, brushing over your hip, and he lets out a low, sleepy hum, his voice rough and gravelly.

“mornin’,” he mumbles, his lips brushing against your shoulder, and you can feel the way his cock twitches against you, already leaking, already eager. his hand slides between your thighs, his touch feather-light, and you gasp softly, arching into him. “s’wet already,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep, his fingers slipping through your folds, teasing you, making you whimper. “fuck, baby… always s’ready f’me, yeah?”

he’s not in a rush, his movements slow and lazy as he lines himself up, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. he sinks into you with a low, shaky breath, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his hips pressing forward until he’s fully sheathed inside you. “god, y’feel s’good,” he whispers, his voice trembling, his hands gripping your hips as he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you.

charlie’s not in a hurry, his rhythm steady and unhurried, and you can feel the way his cock twitches inside you, already so close, but he’s holding back, his breath hitching as he fucks you with long, lazy strokes. “s’too good,” he mumbles, his lips brushing against your skin, his voice barely audible. “s’perfect… always s’perfect f’me, baby.” his praise is soft, almost incoherent, but it makes your chest ache, makes you clench around him, and he groans, his hips stuttering for a moment before he regains his rhythm.

when he comes, it’s with a low, broken moan, his hips jerking against yours, his cock pulsing as he spills inside you. but he doesn’t stop, his thrusts growing sloppier, more erratic, as he fucks you through his orgasm, his cock twitching and leaking, still hard, still filling you so perfectly. “fuck, baby,” he gasps, his voice rough, his hands trembling as he holds you close. “s’too much… y’feel t’good.”

you can feel the way his cock pulses inside you, the way his hips grind against yours, chasing every last bit of pleasure, and you don’t want him to stop, don’t want him to pull away. it’s too good, too perfect, the way he fills you, the way his breath hitches when you clench around him. “stay,” you whimper, your voice trembling, and he nods, his lips brushing against your skin, his body heavy and warm against yours.

he’s still inside you, his cock twitching as he softens, and you can feel the way his cum leaks out of you, warm and sticky, but you don’t care. you just want to stay like this, wrapped up in him, in the quiet, lazy morning light, his breath soft against your neck, his hands gentle as they stroke your skin. and he stays, his body pressed against yours, his lips brushing against your shoulder as you both drift, tangled together, in the warmth of the morning.

© slcmml

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charlie & reader. nsfw, mdni.

it starts with charlie kissing you like he always does: messy, eager, like he’s been craving you all day. his hands are on your shoulders, your jaw, your hair—like he doesn’t know what to do with them, like he wants to be touching everywhere at once.

you’re used to him being desperate when he kisses you, but tonight there’s something else, something deeper, something needier.

his hands find yours, his fingers lacing between yours, and then—gently, hesitantly—he guides one of your hands up, up, up, until your palm is resting against his throat.

he lets out a soft, shivery breath, kissing you harder, like he’s encouraging you, like he’s begging you.

you squeeze, just a little, just to see what happens.

charlie fucking whimpers.

“fuck,” he gasps against your lips, his fingers tightening around yours where they still rest against his throat. “fuck, that—keep doing that, please—”

you’ve never seen him like this before—so flushed, so desperate, so needy—but god, you love it.

you tighten your grip just a little more, your thumb pressing into the soft, sensitive skin beneath his jaw, and charlie practically melts against you, his whole body shuddering as he gasps into your mouth.

his hands are shaking when they grab onto your shoulders, his nails digging in just enough to leave a mark. you can feel how hard his pulse is beneath your fingers, how it quickens every time you move your hand even the slightest bit.

“fuck, baby,” you murmur against his lips. “this is really doing it for you, huh?”

he whines, his hips jerking forward, like he can’t help himself. “shut up,” he mumbles, cheeks burning, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

he wants this.

he needs it, even.

and fuck, you’re more than happy to give it to him.

© slcmml

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charlie & reader. nsfw, mdni.

it starts with charlie kissing you like he always does: messy, eager, like he’s been craving you all day. his hands are on your shoulders, your jaw, your hair—like he doesn’t know what to do with them, like he wants to be touching everywhere at once.

you’re used to him being desperate when he kisses you, but tonight there’s something else, something deeper, something needier.

his hands find yours, his fingers lacing between yours, and then—gently, hesitantly—he guides one of your hands up, up, up, until your palm is resting against his throat.

he lets out a soft, shivery breath, kissing you harder, like he’s encouraging you, like he’s begging you.

you squeeze, just a little, just to see what happens.

charlie fucking whimpers.

“fuck,” he gasps against your lips, his fingers tightening around yours where they still rest against his throat. “fuck, that—keep doing that, please—”

you’ve never seen him like this before—so flushed, so desperate, so needy—but god, you love it.

you tighten your grip just a little more, your thumb pressing into the soft, sensitive skin beneath his jaw, and charlie practically melts against you, his whole body shuddering as he gasps into your mouth.

his hands are shaking when they grab onto your shoulders, his nails digging in just enough to leave a mark. you can feel how hard his pulse is beneath your fingers, how it quickens every time you move your hand even the slightest bit.

“fuck, baby,” you murmur against his lips. “this is really doing it for you, huh?”

he whines, his hips jerking forward, like he can’t help himself. “shut up,” he mumbles, cheeks burning, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

he wants this.

he needs it, even.

and fuck, you’re more than happy to give it to him.

© slcmml

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charlie & reader. nsfw, mdni.

it starts with charlie kissing you like he always does: messy, eager, like he’s been craving you all day. his hands are on your shoulders, your jaw, your hair—like he doesn’t know what to do with them, like he wants to be touching everywhere at once.

you’re used to him being desperate when he kisses you, but tonight there’s something else, something deeper, something needier.

his hands find yours, his fingers lacing between yours, and then—gently, hesitantly—he guides one of your hands up, up, up, until your palm is resting against his throat.

he lets out a soft, shivery breath, kissing you harder, like he’s encouraging you, like he’s begging you.

you squeeze, just a little, just to see what happens.

charlie fucking whimpers.

“fuck,” he gasps against your lips, his fingers tightening around yours where they still rest against his throat. “fuck, that—keep doing that, please—”

you’ve never seen him like this before—so flushed, so desperate, so needy—but god, you love it.

you tighten your grip just a little more, your thumb pressing into the soft, sensitive skin beneath his jaw, and charlie practically melts against you, his whole body shuddering as he gasps into your mouth.

his hands are shaking when they grab onto your shoulders, his nails digging in just enough to leave a mark. you can feel how hard his pulse is beneath your fingers, how it quickens every time you move your hand even the slightest bit.

“fuck, baby,” you murmur against his lips. “this is really doing it for you, huh?”

he whines, his hips jerking forward, like he can’t help himself. “shut up,” he mumbles, cheeks burning, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

he wants this.

he needs it, even.

and fuck, you’re more than happy to give it to him.

© slcmml

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charlie & reader. nsfw, mdni.

it starts with charlie kissing you like he always does: messy, eager, like he’s been craving you all day. his hands are on your shoulders, your jaw, your hair—like he doesn’t know what to do with them, like he wants to be touching everywhere at once.

you’re used to him being desperate when he kisses you, but tonight there’s something else, something deeper, something needier.

his hands find yours, his fingers lacing between yours, and then—gently, hesitantly—he guides one of your hands up, up, up, until your palm is resting against his throat.

he lets out a soft, shivery breath, kissing you harder, like he’s encouraging you, like he’s begging you.

you squeeze, just a little, just to see what happens.

charlie fucking whimpers.

“fuck,” he gasps against your lips, his fingers tightening around yours where they still rest against his throat. “fuck, that—keep doing that, please—”

you’ve never seen him like this before—so flushed, so desperate, so needy—but god, you love it.

you tighten your grip just a little more, your thumb pressing into the soft, sensitive skin beneath his jaw, and charlie practically melts against you, his whole body shuddering as he gasps into your mouth.

his hands are shaking when they grab onto your shoulders, his nails digging in just enough to leave a mark. you can feel how hard his pulse is beneath your fingers, how it quickens every time you move your hand even the slightest bit.

“fuck, baby,” you murmur against his lips. “this is really doing it for you, huh?”

he whines, his hips jerking forward, like he can’t help himself. “shut up,” he mumbles, cheeks burning, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

he wants this.

he needs it, even.

and fuck, you’re more than happy to give it to him.

© slcmml

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charlie & reader. nsfw, mdni.

it starts with charlie kissing you like he always does: messy, eager, like he’s been craving you all day. his hands are on your shoulders, your jaw, your hair—like he doesn’t know what to do with them, like he wants to be touching everywhere at once.

you’re used to him being desperate when he kisses you, but tonight there’s something else, something deeper, something needier.

his hands find yours, his fingers lacing between yours, and then—gently, hesitantly—he guides one of your hands up, up, up, until your palm is resting against his throat.

he lets out a soft, shivery breath, kissing you harder, like he’s encouraging you, like he’s begging you.

you squeeze, just a little, just to see what happens.

charlie fucking whimpers.

“fuck,” he gasps against your lips, his fingers tightening around yours where they still rest against his throat. “fuck, that—keep doing that, please—”

you’ve never seen him like this before—so flushed, so desperate, so needy—but god, you love it.

you tighten your grip just a little more, your thumb pressing into the soft, sensitive skin beneath his jaw, and charlie practically melts against you, his whole body shuddering as he gasps into your mouth.

his hands are shaking when they grab onto your shoulders, his nails digging in just enough to leave a mark. you can feel how hard his pulse is beneath your fingers, how it quickens every time you move your hand even the slightest bit.

“fuck, baby,” you murmur against his lips. “this is really doing it for you, huh?”

he whines, his hips jerking forward, like he can’t help himself. “shut up,” he mumbles, cheeks burning, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

he wants this.

he needs it, even.

and fuck, you’re more than happy to give it to him.

© slcmml

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valentine's day w charlie <33 || fluff but minors dni

this isn't being posted late idk wym it's valentines TODAY guys !!! ❤️❤️❤️

you had texted charlie the second you got on your break, complaining about how shitty work had been so far

it was valentines but you weren't really feeling the love

if a customer wasn't yelling at you, it was one of your coworkers telling you off for one thing or another

you wanted to just go home and pretend the day hadn't even started

the thought of hiding away from the world in charlie's arms was the only thing keeping you going right now

he texted back saying he was sorry and he'll do his best to make you feel better

charlie was never one to let a celebration go by without some sort of fanfare but you had plans for the next day, agreeing that the restaurant might be less packed

so you really didn't expect much

the rest of your shift dragged on and strangely, charlie didn't answer any of your texts after that

but you did get a few notifications and saw that a fan had met him in public, and in his hands were a few bags of shopping bags with valentines themed things sticking out of them

you couldn't help but wonder what he was doing

when you were finally free from work you quickly made your way home, ready to drop into his arms and eat some sweets and maybe watch a few movies

but as you opened the door, you weren't met with the sound of charlie running to kiss you and welcome you home like usual

the lights were off, there was distant music playing and the whole place smelled of... roses?

when you stepped in, there was something slippery on the floor and you looked down to see you had stepped on a few rose petals, then noticed a trail of them leading deeper into the house

had charlie dropped a bouquet or something?

you hung up your items and kicked off your shoes, carefully following the trail of petals

the scent only got stronger and mixed with cinnamon and vanilla as you got closer to the bedroom

the door was slightly ajar, and you slowly pushed it open to see charlie covering the bed with more rose petals

there were candles all around the room and a few decorations of pink and red hearts all over the place as low, romantic music played

"charlie..?"

he whipped around to face you, having obviously not heard you come in, then quickly dove onto the bed, winking at you as he tried to look all sexy

"hey, babe."

"what is all of this??"

he sat up, looking a little sheepish now

"well you said you had a bad day at work today, but our dinner reservations are for the weekend and..."

he got up and took your hands, pulling you closer to him and kissing your knuckles

"i wanted to make it up to you. wanted to make you feel special."

you can't help but melt at this, following him onto the bed as the two of you kissed

"thank you, charlie... you're so sweet. i wish i had planned something-"

"nope."

charlie shook his head

"you being here is more than enough.. oh! wait!"

he hopped off the bed, leaving you a little confused as he rushes over to the dresser and grabs a chocolate rose, bring it over to you

"will you be my valentine?"

you laugh and smile fondly as you take it

"of course."

...

"charlie how do you plan on cleaning up all these rose petals?"

"i haven't gotten there yet."

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Jambo on the mind...

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schlatt & reader. nsfw, mdni.

“look at you,” schlatt murmurs, voice thick with amusement, “fallin’ apart on me already.”

you whimper against his lips, clutching at his hoodie like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. you’re in his lap, legs spread over his thighs, his hands gripping your waist like he’s the only thing tethering you to reality.

it’s too much. yet it’s not enough.

he’s been kissing you for what feels like forever, slow and deep, pulling soft little noises from your throat that you can’t even be embarrassed about anymore. every time you try to chase more—tug at his hair, grind down against him—he just hums, steady and unbothered, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

“shh, sweetheart,” he coos when you whine, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “quit bein’ so impatient.”

you squirm, frustration bubbling up. “can’t help it,” you breathe, tilting your head to kiss along his jaw, your lips shaky and desperate. “need you, johnny—please.”

he groans, his fingers flexing against your waist, and you know you’ve got him.

“yeah?” his voice is rough now, his restraint slipping as you roll your hips against his. his hands slide down to your thighs, squeezing, grounding.

“yeah,” you gasp, barely able to think past the warmth of his touch.

he laughs, low and teasing, before capturing your lips again, kissing you harder, deeper—like he’s finally giving in, finally ready to ruin you like you want him to. <3

© slcmml

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puppy! charlie & kitty! reader. nsfw, mdni.

charlie was always eager—touchy, affectionate, practically vibrating with excitement whenever he had the chance to be close to you. you were used to it by now, used to the way he latched onto you like it was his instinct.

but right now? right now, he was too much.

his hands were everywhere, scratching behind your ears, petting along your tail, gripping your hips like he couldn’t get enough. his kisses were sloppy, desperate, all tongue and heat as he pressed you into the couch, his tail wagging so hard it thumped against the cushions.

you were already trembling, barely keeping up, your body reacting too strongly to every touch. the overstimulation was creeping in fast—your ears flicking wildly, your tail twitching under his fingers as he tugged on it without even realizing what he was doing.

“mph… c-charlie, slow down,” you tried to mumble between kisses, but he just whined against your lips.

“but you’re so soft, babe,” he panted, nuzzling against your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. “feels so nice—can't help it.”

a choked noise slipped past your lips when his fingers rubbed at the base of your tail again, your whole body shuddering at the sensation. “hah—charlie, ‘m sensitive…”

his ears perked up at that, and he finally pulled back just enough to look at you, his big blue eyes wide and concerned. “oh—shit, too much? ‘m sorry, baby, i just—”

you shook your head quickly, your breath still coming in uneven pants. “no, no, just—just gimme a second,” you mumbled, swallowing thickly. “feels like… a lot.”

charlie immediately softened, his hands slowing down as he cupped your face, thumbs brushing over your heated skin. “you’re doing so good for me, kitty,” he murmured, his voice lower now, gentle. “so good, bein’ so sweet for me. promise i’ll take it easy.”

your ears twitched at the praise, a small, involuntary purr rumbling in your chest. you could feel the way charlie practically melted at the sound, his tail giving a few happy wags.

“yeah?” he murmured, pressing a softer kiss to your cheek. “like when i tell you how good you are for me?”

you huffed, but your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch. “shut up,” you grumbled, only making him chuckle.

“never,” charlie said, grinning as he nosed at your ear, his voice dripping with affection. “not when you make such pretty purrs for me.”

you were gonna kill him. …later.

© slcmml

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how easy you are to need part 1

so. inspiration struck. blame haz for how long this is he infected me with the making stories a million pages bug. thank you to like all 5 of the people who read this before i posted it. anyways id like to present what i think is tumblrs first grizz x reader. definitely its first biz x grizz x reader because ive been scouring for that shit. love you guys!

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It was a good session again. Of course, anything Nate DM’ed was going to be great, but every session felt better than the last. You hadn’t expected to become a recurring character on Riptide when Nate had invited you to join at an open audition you met at, but you were more than excited to be. You didn’t expect all your nervous ramblings to end up taking you anywhere past an Instagram follow at best. But after you hopped down from the stage, Nate had booked it over. “I don’t even care if either of us get the part anymore,” he tripped over his feet and his words as he skidded to a halt in front of you, as if desperate to reach you. “Do you play DND?” At your excited nod, he had launched into an explanation of his podcast, particularly the campaign he ran, and you’d jumped at the chance, excited to maybe grow your own audience. And it had grown, but so had your friend group. By so many now, well beyond the five who you met when you started guest appearing. You’d even made your way into a few of Charlie’s videos at this point. A few speculations had swirled around about if you were dating anyone you were appearing with, but you’d solidly put those rumors to bed on your first stream post guest appearance. Your regular chat new you were an aspiring voice actor, and several of them were apparently also JRWI fans, cheering for you when they’d heard you’d met Grizzly. You were probably going to have to start seeking mods at this point, with the few people who just couldn’t seem to let your relationship status go, or thought they had the right to be assholes now that you’d gained a little notority with the boys and Milo. Jealous freaks.

You had poured a lot of yourself into your DND character, and it showed. He was incredibly flirty, just like you were in real life. It was what had helped you build your brand, a sharp sense of humor and an almost strange openness to your chat hitting on you. Not many guy streamers responded like you do to your chat, so you saw a small flood of watchers when you started. After you were outed, the viewership might have gone down, but you hardly noticed after the queer community had started pouring into the chat, their support becoming your mainstay in the community. You’d branched out from gaming, now running practice lines or even cooking streams with your close community of followers. You were nowhere near quitting your day job, but you loved your audience for their kindness, not the money. Of course some of the new people had also seen Just Roll With It, and had guessed when you mentioned you’d be guest starring on a show soon, and described your character in great detail. You’d kept quiet about confirming it outright, however, and enjoyed the excited messages from those who were proven right when the episode dropped. The chat demanded a watch party, but you cringed at the idea of watching yourself for an entire episode, especially with the knowledge that you were around for several.

Of course you’d stayed for several. Any time everyone gathered in LA, the boys filmed as many episodes as possible. There was a huge popularity in the in person episodes compared to the rest of them, and it was obvious to you why after sitting in on a few. The energy between the five was abundant, everyone practically bouncing off the walls both on and off camera. You had to toss back a few energy drinks to keep up with the rest of them, especially Charlie, who seemed like a boundless ball of energy, bouncing around at lightspeed and chatting your ear off. Your only solace was Milo, who seemed to also hang back just a little bit, except when it came to Zach. You were immediately taken under her wing, as another Riptide newbie, and she demanded you sit with her all day, claiming you needed to team up against the rest of the group. You giggled, and everyone else laughed with you, especially after you cracked a joke in response. The tension rolled off your shoulders after that, and you found yourself able to settle in more easily. You made a mental note to thank her later, which you did, profusely, but she just waved it off with a light shove to your shoulder.

Of course, being in an enclosed basement with five other people, in incredibly close quarters, meant you noticed things better. Meant you noticed a lot of things better, actually. For instance, you noticed the way that Nate constantly fiddled with his hair, pushing and shoving it around his forehead, tossing their head slightly to keep it away from their eyes. Their hands were never still either, twisting at any prop he could get his hands on, or on any jewelry he was wearing. Those were definitely the reasons you spent so much time staring at their hands and face. That and the fact that he was the DM. That was it, absolutely no other reason. And your cheeks were flushed from the heat in there! No matter that Zach had, as usual, set the AC to 69 degrees, six bodies in a room together was bound to generate a lot of heat. 

Speaking of Zach… well. From the beginning, you couldnt help but notice him after the two of you were introduced. His hair fell around his face very nicely, and his stubble looked like it would be almost soft to the touch. You were looking because you were envious, obviously! Getting on T had changed your hair pattern, and it kept a slight wave to it now. You had no idea what to do with it, but Zach obviously did. You’d have to ask him for his hair routine later, even though you assumed it was probably just three in one or something. Ugh. Cis men were so lucky, and they had no idea. The beard was also a source of envy for you. Yours grew in patchy and scraggly, the texture making you bristle when you touched it, so you kept your cheeks, chin, and neck absent of any hair. Sure it contributed to you not passing as well, but after getting top surgery, you really couldnt bring yourself to care. Everyone in the room made it a point to respect your pronouns, and your stomach only twisted when Zach called you man or dude because it gave you euphoria! Absolutely no other reason…

Safe to say, you were probably fucked.

So what if every time you made eye contact with one of them your cheeks flushed a little darker? It wasn’t visible on camera (yes, you did check, and no, it wasn’t weird that you asked to see the footage. Image as a streamer was important, okay?), and none of them commented on it, so you did your best not to draw attention to it either. You only laughed a little too loud at a joke once or twice, and it could totally be played off as nerves about the game. It was fine! Everything was going to be fine! You carefully kept watch on both Zach and Nate the first day, noting the glances they exchanged, but it never seemed to be anything past about the campaign itself.

You were able to relax more on the second day you trampled down the basement stairs, already buzzed on an extra large coffee from the shop up the street from Charlie’s place. You’d hit up the gas station as well, picking up snacks for the group along with your energy drinks you had found yourself craving yesterday. As you tossed a bag of Donettes on the table, Zach’s hand shot out to snatch them. “Bro! These are my favorite! How did you know?” He tore into the bag.

“Dude! It’s day two! Do you already have no fucking sense of decorum left?” Milo ribbed.

Zach lobbed a doughnut at her, which she caught on instinct, before lamenting her now powder covered fingers. Zach just snorted. “Serves you right,” He looked over to you, sticking a thumb out towards Milo and jamming it towards her. “Women, am I right?” You cackled, elbows dropping to the table to hold your head in your hands as you laughed with him.

“Lord forbid women do anything!” Milo called. “You’re officially uninvited from sitting next to me today, by the way. Hang out with your traitorous boy friends or whatever,”

“Fine! Maybe I will!” you chuckled. “Girls have cooties anyways!”

Zach slipped an arm around your waist, smiling triumphantly as he pulled you towards him. Your yelp came from nothing except surprise, thank you very much, and your glance to Nate was only to make sure that they weren’t waiting to get started, thank you very, very much. Nate’s gaze was trained on you, but he seemed a little spaced out, so your stomach settled quickly. Removing Zach’s hand from your hip gently, you scolded him.

“Hands off, unless you want me in your lap, Biz,” you joked, attempting to ease the tension slightly.

“Maybe I do,” he purred, jokingly. Jokingly, right? Obviously. Whatever. So what your heart caught in your throat?

You shook your head, face reddening slightly. “Gross dude, I’m not fucking gay,”

The rest of the room burst out laughing with you two this time, and you shoved him away from you as you crashed down into the chair next to him. You all settled down pretty quickly at Nate’s urges, and you jumped into session after session, poking a little more fun at Milo today than you had yesterday. The rest of them were treated with even more fervor, just like your other interactions with them. Eventually, after a few Riptide sessions, full of screaming, bullying, and threats, you all cut the cameras and broke for lunch, ordering a practical buffet from the Asian place down the street. It was dead silent for the first several minutes after the food had been divvied out, everyone ravenous after all the effort from the morning. Eventually, Nate broke the silence, turning to you. “Hey,”

“Yeah, Grizz?”

“You know you can call us all our names right? Like, off camera? I know it’s weird to use two names but. We like using names outside of session,” he smiled at you gently.

Your cheeks darkened immediately. “Ah! Um… well. If anyone is going to be good at using two names for people, it’ll be me,” A general chuckle from around the table. “I just wasn’t sure we were friends like that quite yet,”

Nate piqued an eyebrow at you. “What is that supposed to mean? You’re in the inner circle at this point! Once you’re in a Charlie video, you’re in!”

“Even if you’re only there virtually? Among Us doesn’t usually indicate the highest level of friendship,”

A snort from Charlie. “Well, yeah I guess, but you’ve joined the slompound officially, dude,”

A grin split your face. “Okay! Thanks, Sli- Charlie,” 

He smiled back at you. Nate pouts. “Hey! I’m the one who brought it up!” 

You turned back to them. “Of course, how could I forget? Thank you, Nate,” You must have imagined the color that dusted high on his cheeks when you said his name.

When you all made it back down to the basement, you decided to push your luck a little. “Miloooooo,” you whined. She turned to you, and so did Zach and Nate, Charlie and Eric continuing to swap out props for Judgement sessions. “If I apologize for earlier can I sit next to you again? Zach smells,”

Her face perked with a laugh, but before she could get any words out, Zach wss on top of you. “Hey!” He smacked at you gently a few times. “Fucking rude bitch,” You stuck your tongue out at him, and he smirked, before grabbing for it, his thumb grazing it before you could slip it back in your mouth. You reacted a second too late, pretending to be disgusted at the taste of his skin, sputtering and spitting, before retreating towards Milo. 

She looked at you with false pity in her eyes. “Oh you poor thing, of course you can sit with me!” She fliped off Zach, and you joined her. He flipped you off back.

Condi’s voice boomed out in the room. “Ooooooookay, you guys. Let’s cool off now, yeah?” The fingers all turned to him. “Hey!”

After several sessions of Judgement, you all stumbled, bleary eyed, up the basement stairs, slamming bodies down onto the couches forming the pit in Charlie’s living room. Charlie groaned, turning his head to the side. 

“Half an hour of rotting, and then dessert and a movie?” More groans, ascension from the others and yourself filled the room. You closed your eyes, letting the shapes behind them spin and lull you into a stupor. 

Before you knew it, someone was shaking you awake. You blinked heavily, hands reaching out to tangle in a shirt, and a small grunt was let into your ear, breath brushing your face. “Come on, man,” a gravelly voice nearly cooed down at you. Your eyes opened wider. Oh, shit. That would be Zach above you, and his shirt you had your hands tangled in. You released it quickly, pressing yourself back down into the couch. 

“Sorry, bro!”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Nothing to apologize for. You’re cute when you’re sleepy or whatever,” he winked at you.

Despite knowing it was a joke, your breath caught in your throat a little. “And you’re a sight to wake up to,” You shot back. He grinned.

“Come on, argue with me for ice cream,” he referenced your favorite dessert, warming your heart that he remembered it.

In the end, you got ice cream. Nate also immediately glued themself to your side when you walked in with Zach, and became your ally in the dessert argument. His weird tension towards Bizly relaxed after he advocated for ice cream as well, and you couldn’t help but wonder at what was happening between the two of them. You didn’t have enough brain power left that night to really bring yourself to decode it, so you let it go. After the movie, everyone unanimously agreed to crash as fast as possible, and you barely even made it to your room before you passed out. 

That was how you found yourself now, on your third day with the group. You squint against the sun, streaming through the blinds you hadn’t closed last night. You consider going back to sleep for another hour or so, but the disgusting taste in your mouth eventually forces you up. You had definitely forgotten to brush your teeth last night. As you scrubbed at your teeth with a heavy hand, you woke up slightly more, checking the time on your phone. 11:30. You were grateful you only had the one session to film today, and then you’d have time to just hang out with everyone. They’d even agreed to stream with you later, insisting you all play Jackbox together. You spat into the sink. Gross. Orange. Rinsing out your mouth and splashing your face, you ponder on who else could be up. You decide to sneak into the kitchen and see who’s around. Padding in on gentle feet, you can smell coffee brewing. You peek around the corner, and long silvery hair catches your eye. 

“Hey, Nate,” your voice is always a little gravelly in the mornings, catching in the back of your throat until you’ve really woken all the way up.

He startles a little at your call, head snapping over his shoulder before he relaxes. “Oh, hey! Sorry, voice I’m not used to hearing in the morning. You sound like you smoke a pack a day or something,”

You chuckle, hand rubbing the back of your neck. “Is it at least hot?”

His cheeks flush a little, but he grins. “Very,”

You hum in appreciation, sliding over in your sock feet to the coffee pot. “Almost ready?”

They nod. “Started it about 5 minutes ago. Sorry if the noise woke you up,”

Unable to fully communicate, you shake your head and reach for him, dragging him into a hug to show your feelings instead. He lets out a slight noise of surprise, before reaching to hug you back. Arms tangle over your waist, and his head drops to your shoulder, where it fits perfectly due to your height difference. You hum lightly, gripping him a little tighter, before drifting away mentally just a little, drinking in the warmth and softness of his support beneath your head, clad in a comfy red sweatshirt. He smells like some kind of plant life and petrichor. You inhale more deeply, trying to catch what kind of plant it is, but the long breaths and comforting position go straight to your still hazy brain, and you find yourself relaxing into them further. Nate never protests, his head shifting further into the crook of your shoulder ,a gentle sigh escaping him.

When the coffee timer goes off, beeping a singular time, both of you tense slightly. You realize just how long you’ve been wrapped in each other, and you step away slightly. “Sorry,”

His face is almost the same color as his hoodie. “Don’t be,”

Before you can say anything else, a voice sounds from the hallway. “Do I hear coffee?” Eric strolls into the room. “Thank you guys so fucking much, holy shit. I alwways feel hungover after big session days. I’m not sure how we ever recorded The Suckening all at once,”

“I’m assuming a lot of caffeine,” you huff, and Nate nods at your side, attempting nonchalance. 

“That and going crazy in the red room,”

You all giggle together, pouring and sipping at coffee, the other two feeding you stories of different campaigns, you drinking them in with glittering eyes. The others eventually make their way in, joining the three of you at the table. You don’t even notice that Nate’s leg has pressed against yours under the table until Zach pulls up the chair to your other side, squishing himself up to you. “You snore in your sleep,”

You smack at his wrist, skin to skin echoing in the room as your eyes widen. “Good morning to you, sunshine,”

He smirks. “I got up to piss in the middle of the night and heard it,”

“Fuck you,”

“If you insist,”

You stick your tongue out at him again. He raises an eyebrow before reaching to pinch it again. This time, you snap your teeth at his fingers. “Feisty boy,” he teases.

You roll your eyes. “Freak,”

He chuckles. “You’re the one who tried to bite me,” 

You huff. “I’m talking to Nate now. Goodbye,”

He pretends to pout as you turn yourself to Nate, leaning in further to him. “Hi, handsome,”

He swallows heavily before responding, but recovers fast, leaning into you as the conversations continue, Milo now yelling at Zach for being a bitch. Again. You giggle. Breakfast goes by quickly, and before you know it, you’re back in the basement. You stay attached to Nate this time, even after he pulls off his sweatshirt, and your skin is pressing directly to his. Everyone is crowded together more today. No one will notice.

After you finish the session, much more quickly this time, you peel yourself from him. “I’m going upstairs for another energy drink,” you declare. “I’ll need it to survive the day. I can come clean up later,” The rest of them wave you off, insisting you shouldn’t be cleaning after your first in person week, and you blow them a raspberry as you bounce upstairs. 

Reaching into the fridge, you pull out an ice cold can, relishing in the feeling against your heated hands. You crack open the can over the sink, and take a long pull from it. You close your eyes as you feel the caffeine start invading your bloodstream, and your thoughts wander back to the events from below.

Lost in thought about the session, and maybe about Nate and Zach, you don't notice anything until the sound of rustling perks your ears. you turn around at the noise. He's standing behind you, inches away, grinning. You stumble back a few steps. "Oh! Biz... ah, Zach...hi," The name still feels foreign in your mouth, not your gut reaction, but they’d all practically demanded you start calling them their names. As you move backward, not looking where you're going, you back into a wall...no... someone. someone warm, someone whose arms wrap around your waist as they press a kiss to the shoulder they were buried in only hours earlier. "Hey, sweetheart," Fuck.  "Hi, Nate,"

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charlie & gn! reader — as long as i’m with you.

“i’d like to see the sharks.”

☆ this one is very self indulgent, because i adore sea life, but i like to imagine your first date with charlie was at an aquarium.

☆ he LOVES the touch tanks; he thinks they’re so fucking cool (and they are, by the way).

☆ walking through the underwater tunnel with him.. “are they fucking?” “..i actually do not know.” “us?” “sure.”

☆ FEEDING THE ANIMALS WITH CHARLIE AUGGHHH!! he named each and every single animal he fed (despite them already having a name). “can i call you glub? you seem like a glub with the way you eat that fish.” “what does that even mean, charlie?”

☆ if you’re anything like me, then you definitely brought a polaroid camera with you. TAKING THE SILLIEST PHOTOS WITH CHARLIE AUGGHH.. kill me now.

☆ also buying the stupidest shit in the gift shop before you leave (shark gun shark gun shark gun)

“hey, that statue kind of looks like you!”

★ would it be horrible of me to say this is also self indulgent because i also adore museums?

★ now. i do not physically believe this museum date would be one of those cute ones where you hold hands and enjoy the silence together. because this is charlie we’re talking about.

★ he’s probably giggling at the paintings of naked people. “oh wow, he’s got a small cock.” “charlie, you said that so loud.”

★ physically cannot stand there and look at a painting for more than thirty seconds. he NEEDS to be in the kids section with all the interactive stuff.

“i fucking hate being an adult. why do stinky children get the cool shit?”

★ as always, will take the goofiest photos in front of anything he finds even slightly silly.

★ you both probably spend nothing more than an hour and a half in there before leaving to get something to eat, but that’s okay, the ice cream you shared was a banger.

“you spent fifty dollars trying to win me that?”

☆ arcade dates.. aughhh they’re so cute.. AND WITH CHARLIE??

☆ i think we all know the claw machines are rigged. but i’m not one to lay there and take it in the ass so i WILL spend as long as it takes trying to get a toy from it if charlie even SLIGHTLY mentions thinking it’s cute.

“babe, it’s fine, you don’t have to—” “i’m not letting this fucking machine dictate whether or not my boyfriend can have this goddamn octopus plush.”

☆ also i just KNOW that charlie would suck ass at dance dance revolution but he’d still spend at least half an hour going through songs and trying to win.

☆ spending SO fucking long going through the arcade games, trying to beat the high score on at least ONE of them (you never end up getting the high score).

“i’m tired, can we start heading back, please?”

★ i.. also enjoy hiking. another self indulgent one. but whatever.

★ you two probably take the silliest photos (like always). you laying on the ground, playing dead, in one photo while charlie has a shocked expression in the next.

★ collecting rocks and leafs. placing said rocks on the ground once you both decide to go off trail because it seemed fun. losing track of said rocks and getting lost.

“where the fuck are we?” “i think we’re in hell.”

☆ watching as charlie tries to climb literally ANYTHING, and being slightly worried that he’ll fall.

☆ getting SO fucking bored as you’re walking, trying to find the trail again, that you both just start playing i-spy.

“oh shit, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! help me, i’m fucking falling!”

☆ roller skating dates.. mmmm.. has anyone seen that clip of charlie spinning around and then pointing to the camera? because of that clip, i don’t think he’s a HORRIBLE skater.. but definitely not a pro.

☆ he sure acts like it, though! tries to do these cool ass tricks and lands directly on his ass before whining about it.

“if i can jump and spin, can you please buy me nachos?”

☆ his ass does NOT land. you buy him nachos anyway.

☆ teehee.. i really like the idea of holding hands and skating around and just being silly little goobers.. charlie please save me, charlie if you can hear me, please save me charlie..

☆ takes your hand and dramatically dips you, “so, uh.. you come here often?” and then you both get off balance and fall.

© slcmml

[saystrinity]

u can put me in ur dungeon, master!!

[saystrinity]

Day 300: The Timeloop.

[saystrinity]

idk if youve done this but,,,,,

those "hierarchy of intimacy" slideshows on tiktok.... hcs with just super domestic charlie and reader

HIERARCHY OF INTIMACY

you are the best thing thats ever been mine

pairings: charlie slimecicle x reader

tw: fluff

a/n: YES YES YES!! love this idea sm! im gonna try and write it in a weird hc/sectioned way, hopefully its not too confusing!

BASIC NEEDS:

grabbing things for each other because you both know that the other is gonna forget at least one.

making playlists for each other, his workout playlist is 80% songs you recommended.

packing things for you even if you don't use them, just in case.

fixing his hair when it gets messy, he never does it himself so that you can.

PSYCHOLOGICAL NEEDS

fidgeting with each others things so you both never get bored.

getting good morning texts from him even if you're right next to each other.

"just because" gifts that match your inside jokes with each other.

comfortable silence. but there usually barely ever is, you little yappatrons.

SELF-FULFILLMENT NEEDS

staring at each other when you guys are staring at the same reflection without looking away.

memorizing the sound of each others heartbeats because of how close you are.

face to face cuddling on the couch.

squeezing hands to say "i love you"

[saystrinity]

are you fucking kidding me

Chuckle Sandwich - Ranboo episode