#Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

♱ i take thee at thy word; call me but love, and i'll be new baptized; henceforth i will never be romeo.

the chairs in the old classroom creaked as the boy behind you, hugh james leaned back dangerously on his chair. your ancient chemistry teacher had warned him about breaking his back if he "flew too close to the sun", but he never listened. the students at st. ephrem never seemed to listen.

the teacher, however, had come down with a bad case of the flu that was going around the entire academy. therefore, a substitute took her place. the substitute was young and presumably inebriated the second he walked into work. he'd been asleep at his desk for almost an hour now, (and hugh james had even tested it by throwing paper balls at his face, and he still didn't move). some students were even convinced he was dead.

you glanced around the room anxiously, your leg bouncing under your skirt as you absentmindedly traced crosses on the outside of your hand. what snapped you out of your trance was a feeling of a tap on your shoulder. at first, you rolled your eyes, thinking it was hugh james playing tricks on you again (his favorite one was trying to make you say 'hell' or even the f-word.) but then the light tap was followed up by a familiar hiss of, "lizzy!"

well, only one person dared to call you that. you whipped your head around to see charlie, a dopey grin on his face. "what?" you groaned, resisting the urge to start rubbing your temples.

he slid a small piece of paper onto your desk, tapping it pointedly. his lips pursed together to mouth, "read", as if you needed that simple instruction.

but you did as he said, flipping over the sheet of paper. it had scribbles in blue ink of dinosaurs and flames, stickmen fighting and little hearts in the corner (about what, or for who, you had no idea). what really caught your attention was the little note scribbled right in the middle. you look pretty in blue! - charlie

hesitantly, you ran your fingers across the seam of your headband. it was light blue, and you decided to wear it today to spruce up the outfit a little. you were unsure of what inspired the change, but it couldn't hurt— right? not wanting charlie to get a big head about it, you glanced over your shoulder with a pointed look. "ha," you deadpanned.

charlie's brow furrowed, confused like a lost puppy. "huh? what are you laughing at?"

accusingly, you held up the note. "your joke," you scoffed. "real original, dalgeish."

"nono!" he yelped, making a few classmates glance up from their papers to look at him as if he were crazy. charlie leaned over the table, holding the back of your chair to get your attention. "i—i'm not joking, i would never do that. i'm serious, swear." to put the cherry on top, he even did the little "father-son-holy-spirit" hand motion.

and, well, you couldn't help the shy smile that graced your lips. quietly, you muttered, "oh. well... thank you, charlie."

charlie's expression was indiscernible if he won the lottery or just got a thank you from a girl (the latter was right) — and he broke out into a huge grin, the edges of his eyes crinkling. "anytime." he propped an elbow up on the desk, slumping his cheek into his palm and grinning at you.

♱ the library.

"sooo, how's the book?" he chirped, leaning over your shoulder as you shied away from him, closing the book with a loud thud! it felt different, but refreshing, to read something other than the bible. and this book was cute.

cautiously you murmured under your breath, "actually, i started another one."

charlie's eyes almost popped out of his head, like how those cartoons you deemed sinful that were always in the paper were. "what? lizzy, spill. c'mon. i'm your best friend," he pried, pouting and batting his puppy dog eyes at you.

you rolled your eyes, holding the book close to your chest to make sure he couldn't see the incriminating cover. "first of all, you're not my best friend—"

"oh, really? then who is, huh?"

shooting him a deadpan look, because the answer was oh-so obvious, you answer "my lord and savior. anyway—"

charlie's eyes widened comedically. "what does he have that i don't?" he exclaimed, seeming genuinely distraught.

"...is that a serious question?"

"yes!" upon seeing the look of horror on your face, charlie covered up his yelp with a scoff. "...pfft— no. uh, you said you were reading something?" he gestured to her book.

you showed him the cover quickly, as if you was scared prying eyes would see what she was doing. charlie slung his backpack over his shoulder and let it fall with a slump onto the table. he pulled a thermos out of his backpack and started to eat soup in the library— right next to the sign where it said no eating!

"hey!" you hissed, trying to snatch the thermos away from him. "that's against the rules."

charlie rolled his eyes, shrugging. "i'm hungry." he chirped simply, putting a spoon to his lips. as your hand reached to take it, he put his hand on the side to keep it still. this made your hands overlap, an electric shock going between the two of you.

you weren't mouthy after that. to distract from what just happened, charlie asked you dozens of questions about the book until you two fell into a lull of casual conversation until the librarian told them she had to lock up for the night and they had to go.

"i can walk you home." charlie blurted, a dorky smile on his face. "protect you from all the bad guys roaming the streets, y'know."

you ran your tongue over your teeth, debating the pros and cons as you crossed your arms over your sweater. before you could let a yes leave your lips, charlie grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the library. he chatted incessantly to you all the way home, until he came to your door.

"hey—" charlie rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, chuckling. "my friends and i are a hosting a d&d night at my house tomorrow, if... if you wanna come." he offered, voice wavering.

you snorted, incredulous that he thought you would engage in that kind of devil worshipping. "maybe when you read the entire bible," you quipped, and shut the door.

[leafinapuddle]

MY FAVORITE SLIMECICLE FIC ITS SO CUTE I WANNA EAT IT

teacher! charlie & reader. fluff.

i don’t know who agrees with me on this, but i’ve been onto math teacher! charlie & english teacher! reader since dinosaurs went extinct..

♡ i’m thinking a middle school setting.. eighth grade, perhaps. you’re across the hall from each other, but don’t talk too often. not much apart from the shy waves in the morning and small talk while waiting outside of your classrooms to greet your students.

♡ well, that was until charlie started having computer issues. now, don’t get me wrong, he’s a very intelligent man! but he fucking hates these school issued chromebooks they’ve handed out to students.

♡ he usually assigns most work on paper since it’s math, but the school asked for him to start using ixl or fucking khan academy, i don’t know. something online that students can access in case they lose their papers.

♡ but you? you used chromebooks all the time! you weren’t cruel enough to make your students write their papers by hand!

♡ none of charlie’s students could figure out what was wrong with the chromebooks, and neither could he, so he went across the hall to get some help (all embarrassed too.. so cute).

“hi! sorry to interrupt, but i’m having trouble getting my students chromebooks to work? do you think you could help?”

♡ of course, being a nice person, you invite him into your classroom and happily help the man. you explain to him why it was broken and how to fix it etc (he wasn’t listening btw, was staring at you the entire time, he thinks you’re so beautiful).

♡ and after that interaction, charlie tries to talk to you more. (YOU’RE SOOOOO BEAUTIFUL HE JUST WANTS TO BE AROUND YOU) in the break room, he’ll ask how your classes are going, and at lunch, he’ll stop by to see what you’re doing, and even at the end of the day, he’ll check up on you to make sure you don’t stay at the school too late.

♡ his students do not fail to notice this. in fact, they encourage it. “but mr dalgeish, my chomebook is broken! can you please ask them to fix it? i want to finish my work so i don’t have to do it at home!” how could he turn down an opportunity to see you?

♡ he tells his class to keep a low volume while he leaves the room for a moment, walking over to your classroom with his student’s chromebook before knocking.

“hello. sorry, again, for interrupting. i’m not quite sure what’s wrong with this chromebook… could you help?” “oh, don’t worry about it! of course i’ll help!”

♡ you start to take a liking to mr dalgeish too.. he’s quite cute, isn’t he? :) he seems so nervous to talk to you outside of the routine good mornings, which you adore.

“so, uh, how was your weekend?” “it was nice! i got to relax and not worry about grading, so what more could i ask for?” “haha, yeah, i, uh, i agree!”

♡ your students probably get so sick of you both. smiling at him while he stumbles over his words like an idiot. one of his students probably try to stage a note, but it’s so obvious that it’s from said student LMAO.

‘dear beautiful english teacher please date me - mr d’

♡ you put a note on his desk with the note from the student attached.

‘so mr d, do you know what this is about?’

♡ oh GOD. he’s so embarrassed. he spends THIRTY minutes of class lecturing them on how that was unprofessional and inappropriate.

♡ talks to you at some point during lunch break.

“i’m so sorry about them—they can get really out of hand and they really like to meddle in other people’s business which is an entirely different conversation—” “charlie, it’s fine.” “i-it’s fine? ‘charlie’?” “oh, is that okay? i mean, i thought—” “no, no, no, it’s more than okay. i like it.” JUST KISS ALREADY.

♡ so. much. fucking. tension. YOU’RE BOTH TEETERING ON FRIENDS/MORE THAN FRIENDS AND IT ANNOYS EVERYONE.

♡ i can assure you right now, if you or charlie don’t make a move, your students or even a fucking coworker will do it for you. (enter: teacher! jschlatt and teacher! ted nivison)

© slcmml

[deadqueerboys]

"Please, stay shirtless. Just for a minute.." Charlie whimpers as he grinds his hips against his hand. He can't stop thinking about his girlfriend. He can't stop imagining her shirtless in front of him, her chest, her soft tummy.. he just wants one more night with her. He strokes himself while he uses her shirt to masturbate, just like the pervert he is.

[squinch-depraved]

p! link masterlist ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜

!!! submissions are open if you have a link you'd like to share !!!

꒰ thank you to everyone who sent stuff for this, i hope to continue adding to it !! ꒱

✦jschlatt:

the one that started it all

sitting on his lap

short but sweet

i could totally see him waking you up like this

he would absolutely film this you can't convince me otherwise

unpaid intern schlatt 1

unpaid intern schlatt 2

vid for this fic

✦ted nivison

him holding you in his lap and playing with you

making him eat you out while you read

just kinda grabbing him

bathroom sex

ted and his stupid little apple watch

✦charlie slimecicle

lazy sex with charlie

slow and romantic

pounding up into you from behind

you cannot tell me he wouldn't be into this

teasing you

jerking him off like this>>>

✦cooper cscoop

this is so cooper coded icl

this is also very cooper coded

buzzcut! cooper coded

this is so fuckin perfect omg

everything about this !!!

✦hasan piker/hasanabi

bulge thread !!

[bluuf0]

i dont think i have enough followers to actually get much from this but im scavenging and gathering p!links that remind me of Char for… something.. and i cant find many good x male ones so feel free to send in some!!

you can send in whatever really, im just looking for this mainly cause its harder to find

[pequins]

IRL P0RN VISUALS 🔗

cont : slimecicle , ted nivison & jschlatt .

MDNI NSFW AHEAD

all vids are from twitter , you might have to log in to see them.

( more to be added when i find them )

SCHLATT

a/n : he looks so fucking good in this video im gonna chew on him

schlatt giving you a punishment for being a brat

( LC ) schlatt jerking vid

teasing / c^nt slapping

sub!schlatt org4sm denial

CHARLIE

c^nt slapping

against the desk

size difference

TED NIVISION

f!ngering

p^ssy eating

size difference

[lowkeyrobin]

hi pookie can I get an mcyt with reader that bakes?? Like they'll just come in on stream and give mcyts a fucking platter of baked goods lol

-🎀 anon

oooo yes omg!! thank you 🎀 anon! <3 got the whole gang in here for this one LOL

MCYT ; "in my baker era"

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, slimecicle, & cellbit

warnings ; language, mentions of drugs

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

"Hi y/n- oh, thank you, darling!'

literally has the widest smile on his face

shows off the goods to the stream

"do these have any drugs in them? me n charlie are trying to sell drugs, y/n. we need more stock"

you hear charlie screaming through tommys headphones, "we need the grain, y/n! we need THE GRAIN"

bro is munching away on those cookies holy shit

he feeds chat as well dw

RANBOO

"Hey babe! Oh, thank you!"

does a whole 360 of the plate for chat 💀💀💀💀

"Oh my God, these are so fucking good"

"guys, y/ns in their baking era. can you write an album about that? please become Taylor swift for us"

"BAHHAHAHAH"

literally takes a picture as per usual and posts it to Twitter LMAO

he gets some fans to send you recipes you should try for a serious baking stream LMAO

BADLINU

"Hey love- oh, hi!"

all smiles and shit, he swears you have a sixth sense to know when people are hungry

"guys, y/n made me some bisexuality cake!" He giggles, showing off the tri-colored cake on the plate

he was making a video with harry, tubbo & tommy so everyone had their facecams on

it was like a three tier cake you made and cut out a slice for him

the inside was just the bi flag and the outside was plain white with some fun icing piper testing

he tries it and it's SO MOIST AND SOFT IT IS PERFECT.

there's just 5 raw minutes of him telling you how amazing this fucking cake is LMAO

QUACKITY

"Hey, I'm streaming ba- ohmyfuckinggodthankyou!!"

does a 360 of the plate for the camera

"Holy shit these look so fucking good, thank you so much, y/n"

he's literally just streaming on the qsmp with roeir and fit and he like games and eats the damn cookies at the same time LMFAO

"Dude I feel like I'm high, these are so good, what's in this shit?"

"cocaine"

"WHAT!? DID YOU JUST DRUG ME? GUYS, MY PARTNER DRUGGED ME, HELP"

you're just playing into the bit dw

best red velvet cookies he's ever eaten

CELLBIT

"Hey darling, what's up?"

you hand him the little strawberry shortcake and he just looks at you like 😍😍

turns to his stream and shoves the plate up to the camera all happy like "Oh my God look what they made for me!"

he eats the entirety of it on stream and asks you a bunch of questions

like how you made it, where you found the recipe, etc

he shares it with you too 💔🫶

NIHACHU

"Hi honey! Ooo, what's this called?"

"Chocolate mousse. it's a little thick because it's my first time making it but let me know if it's good"

she holds that little glass like it's her child

she tries it with a tiny spoon you gave her and she's like "oh my God this is amazing, y/n/n"

shows it off to the friends she's streaming with too

"send them more recipes guys, I wanna be spoiled with sweets!"

"thank you nikis viewers!! love you all"

FOOLISH GAMERS

when I tell you this man's face LIGHTS UP.

"you made me fudge? oh my God! I love you"

literally spends the next 15 minutes talking to you and gobbling the fudge down

"since when do you make fudge??"

"since I wanted to try" you shrug

"you should totally make some more... when you're not busy and if you want to!"

"Thank you y/n! everyone say thank you!"

SLIMECICLE

"Oh, hi y/n! thank you so much"

does a 360 for stream

"when did you find time to make this? I thought you were at work????"

"special treat" you shrug

you watch him run across the qsmp and go to ems bakery to sit inside and eat it 😭

he keeps you on stream for a while cause chat loves you n stuff 🫶🫶

[unlust-fvck]

"please get off my lap." "but you're so much prettier from this angle."

with chuckle sammy + will (and dreamy weamy if not its ok)

i had so much fun writing this :’) i went OVERBOARD.

schlatt- it was one of those normal work days for him; editing and playing the same clip over and over again until he deemed it perfect. you, on the other hand, found this pointless and decided to go bother him.

“jayyyyyy”

he wouldn’t even move, knowing your exact objective. he’d just let out one of those disappointed parental sighs. you’d peer into the room and quietly patter into the once spare bedroom that was now schlatt’s streaming/editing/whatever-else room. as you walked up behind him, you placed both of your palms firmly onto his shoulders and nuzzled your cheek into his, now longer, hair. inhaling deeply, you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

“i’m busy.”

he knew he couldn’t keep you off for long after you let out a pitiful whine. schlatt let out a sigh as his eyes fluttered closed and spun around in his chair to face you. he stared at you with an inquisitive look. you smiled, knowing you had gotten your way as your eyes flickered down to his lap, then back up to his. he shook his head.

“toots, i’m busy.”

he could repeat it until the end of time as you climbed into his lap. he gave in reluctantly as one arm wrapped around the small of your back to keep you steady. as he attempted to finish his video, you whined impatiently as you played with the neckline of his t-shirt.

“can you please get off my lap? you’re distracting me.”

“but you’re so much prettier from this angle”

he couldn’t argue with that.

charlie- as you got ready for bed, you could hear charlie humming to himself in the bedroom. just as you had finished brushing your teeth, you trotted into the bedroom and sat on the bed. you observed charlie as he tidied up the room, still humming to himself. as he laid down beside you, the humming ceased and his head plopped into your lap, his arms behind his head. you chuckled and pressed a lingering kiss to the center of his forehead. when you pulled away, you found him gazing at you. his eyes were so full of love; an adoring grin gracing his lips.

“char, you’ve got to get your head out of my lap, it’s bed time.”

he just continued to look at you as he formulated the perfect thing to say.

“but you look so pretty from this angle- n-not that you don’t look pretty all the time, im just saying that-“

you shut him up with a kiss.

ted- ted was all about domestic moments with you; everything from cooking dinners to going on dates that gave him butterflies though you had been together for years. tonight was movie night, yet you had other plans. instead of watching the movie that ted was very much interested in, you were gazing at him. the way his nose sloped down and was so cute. the way his eyes gleamed in the light of the television. he was perfect. just as you were bathing in his features, you didn’t realize how close you had gotten to him; your face inches away from his cheek. you pressed a small kiss to it and crawled into his lap for better access. before you could go any further, ted chuckled and tried to push you away, his view obstructed.

“honey pot, i can’t see. you’ve got to get off.”

you pouted and stood your ground as you pressed lingering kisses all along his face and down his neck.

“you.” kiss “just.” kiss “look.” kiss “so.” kiss “pretty.” kiss “from here.”

ted smiled and chuckled breathlessly, before taking his glasses off and sliding them onto the table. he laid down and pulled you with him as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.

he really didn’t care if he missed the movie.

wilbur- will was a sunday morning enjoyer. he’d have his old battered book in one hand and the other drawing mindless shapes across your half asleep figure in bed. just as he was about to flip the page with his hand on you, you whined and pulled it back down. he looked at you for a moment, piecing your features together, before showing a gentle smile and placing his book down on the bed.

“s’wrong, love?”

his voice was sweet and like caramel; dripping from his lips ever-so gently. you could just melt as his hand continued moving across your collarbones and shoulders mindlessly. you huffed and nodded your head to his lap.

“i’m almost done with this chapter, not now, alright?”

you let out a whine in protest as he chuckled quietly and picked his book back up, the movements on your chest growing lazy. you knew you could push him. you scooted your head into his lap, gazing up at him from underneath his book. your eyes shined like stars; he was beautiful. wilbur let out a lighthearted sigh as he set his book down once again;

“darling, d’ya mind getting your head off my lap?”

you just shook your head, your eyes flickering to his slightly parted lips, then back up to his caramel eyes.

“you look much prettier from down here”

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[medlarmeadows]

Hiya! I was wondering if you could do a cc!charlie/gn!reader where they have a friendly sleepover BUT as the night goes on it get more and more romantic :3c and may there be cuddling and kisses please and ty.

P.s have a nice day/night ^-^

i'm so sorry i took basically a whole month to get this done! i hope my writing has done your request justice :) hope you're having a nice day/night!

(also i wrote this with charlie's Another Crab's Treasure vod playing in the background. it was a huge distraction, i don't know why i did that)

-

can i kiss you sleepover?

cc!Charlie Slimecicle x gn!reader

Warning(s): light cursing, one piss joke, they kiss.

Word Count: 1.25k

masterlist | request guidelines

Sleepovers at either Charlie’s or your apartment were pretty common. With the two of you living on opposite sides of the city, all it took was a movie night ending too late or a drink too many in someone’s system to get one of you to announce that a sleepover was in order.

(It was to prevent either of you from having to travel home in the middle of the night, and absolutely not because you both wanted an excuse to spend more time together.)

The night started as most nights did, with you popping over to Charlie’s place for dinner. What surprised you, though, was that instead of your usual takeout, he had decided to chef it up in the kitchen.

“Whoa,” you said when you arrived, inviting yourself in and dropping off the snacks you had bought on the kitchen counter. “So, this is why you didn’t want to grab snacks with me today.”

“I had a lot of ingredients I had to use up,” he replies nonchalantly, giving you a one shoulder shrug. “Thought a change in our routine couldn’t hurt.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, leaning against the dining table while he sets the food down. You try to ignore how pinpricks shoot up your arm when he brushes against your arm.

“Is this how our friendship has devolved? You’re throwing your leftovers at me?”

Charlie nearly trips on the way back to the table with two wine glasses in hand. You double over laughing, and thus fail to catch the way the tips of his ears turn red.

“I’m joking, I’m joking.”

You spend dinner catching up with each other’s weeks, with a few jokes thrown in courtesy of Charlie attempting to serve wine as professionally as he can. It contributes to the slightly romantic atmosphere of the dinner, but you choose not to acknowledge it.

After dinner, you force Charlie out of the kitchen so that you could clean up (it was the least you could do to repay his romantic well-prepared dinner). It’s a few minutes later that you join him in the living room for the official start to your movie night.

Usually, you sit side by side on the couch, not too close and not too far from each other. But the couch feels a little small today as you’re forced to share one blanket (“Sorry, the other one’s in the washer.” “What, did you piss on it? Little piss boy?” “Fuck off.”).

Charlie fidgets throughout the first movie, but you don’t mind it. When the second film starts playing, he moves one arm to rest on the couch behind your head. The hand that rests next to your next starts fidgeting with your hair, making the flesh of your neck goosebump when his fingers get close.

You distract yourself from his antics by stuffing your face with crisps. You were close friends who were comfortable being physically close to each other. You hugged all the time. You spent a lot of time together.

You try to convince yourself that it wasn’t that deep.

Several hours later, it was to no one’s surprise that, when you finished watching the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean film, Charlie announced that it was too late for you to Uber back home.

“Dude, I can’t believe it’s already 3 am,” he comments as he gets up to throw the empty crisp packets.

“Is it?” you ask between yawns, stretching out over the cushions he had previously occupied. Your eyes are halfway closing when he comes back to unceremoniously yank the blanket off you.

“What the hell!” you yell at him, throwing a pillow at him in hopes to wipe off the cheeky grin from his face.

The pillow didn’t deter him from coming closer, prompting you to pick up another pillow to smack him with. However, he catches you off-guard by snatching the pillow from you. You reflexively tighten your grip on the pillow, causing you to stumble right into Charlie.

Stunned, you look up at him, his wide-eyed gaze meeting yours.

“Hi,” you mumble awkwardly.

“Hi,” he replies, a mischievous grin lighting his face up.

Charlie lightly shoves you away from himself, bending to grab the first pillow you had thrown at him. With a declaration of war, he chases you around the coffee table, the movie credits still rolling on the TV screen providing some dramatic background music.

You feel your inner child light up inside you as you evade Charlie’s grasp, letting out cheerful yelps despite it being the middle of the night and you might get noise complaints. However, caught up in the gleefulness of your mini tag game, you trip on the edge of the coffee table and send yourself hurtling into the couch.

“Holy shi- ”

Behind you, Charlie’s unable to stop his momentum. In a split second, he’s sent tumbling on top of you, the pillow that he was holding somewhat cushioning his fall so he didn’t full body slam into you.

There you lie on Charlie’s couch, caged by his arms which had mercifully landed next to your face and not on it. His messy hair looked even messier after running several rounds around his living room, and you resist the urge to run your fingers through them.

You’re captured next by his blue eyes, still shining with something familiar, but with an added emotion that you’re sure is mirrored in yours. You’re so close to each other you’re practically breathing in each other’s breath, and you can’t help your eyes from straying to glance down at his lips.

When you glance back up to his eyes, you catch him shifting his gaze as well, causing your breath to hitch. You catch the moment he clocks that you’d done the same thing he did as he moves just an inch closer to you.

“Is this okay?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” your response is just as breathy.

Charlie studies your expression carefully, almost as though drinking in your features he had never seen so up close before. Then:

“Can I kiss you?”

You blink once. Then twice. Then:

“Yes, please.”

Charlie crosses the space between you two within the blink of an eye. His lips capture yours, and you finally understand how people could describe a kiss as sweet. Because now that you’ve tasted Charlie’s lips on yours, you’re not sure even honey could compare.

You’re not sure how long you stay locked in each other’s embrace. One of your hands come up to gently thread through Charlie’s hair, eliciting a sigh from the man. When you come up for breath, the movie credits are no longer rolling.

“Wow,” you say, breathless.

“Definitely wow,” he repeats, breathing just as heavily as you are.

“Why haven’t we done that before?” you ask in between a yawn.

“I don’t know.” He takes a second to smile fondly at your yawn. “Sleepy?”

You nod, further relaxing into his hold. “Between the movies and the running around, I’m pretty tired out.”

Charlie hums his acknowledgement before getting off you to stand. Suddenly, he scoops you up in his arms, causing you yelp and loop your arms around his neck.

“Charlie!”

“It’s snuggle time!” he crows, carrying you to his bedroom.

The night ends with you and Charlie snug under his blankets. The weight of his arm around your waist and the feeling of his heartbeat against your back slowly lulled you into what could’ve been the most comfortable sleep you’ve ever had.

[milf-ivy]

9-5 office working, divorced dad charlie who is really fucking nervous to go on a first date with you, probably because you met on a dating app and you are way out of his league but regardless by the end of the night you want to see eachother again and by the end of the third date your being fucked on his mattress ok bye bye

BITCH? THATS A DILF

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

"schlatt forced me to do this" (tumblr's version)

it's a good time to spread love! it was valentines day like ... a little bit ago, right?

so here are my favorite writers, and my favorite fics. each under a nice, neat little category for your viewing pleasure.

JSCHLATT

writers

@burdenandacrop, @memento-rory, @777nicetits

fics

plush obsessed gf x schlatt who punches them when she's not around by @schluttforschlatt *SO CUTE!

these hands can only be gentle by @burdenandacrop *most comforting fic i've ever read. dead dove do not eat fic.

do not disrespect my wife like that. by @amayalul *lore accurate and made me giggle + kick my feet.

angsty bully!schlatt fic by @memento-rory *this one because its ending satisfies me. girlboss reader.

my heart is buried in st. lucia by @memento-rory *being a jschlatt x reader fan and not reading st. lucia is like never reading harry potter. it's a classic. we all love it. we quote it. it is love. it is life. you are cultured if you have seen it and if you haven't go read it !! (ik jk rowling is shit but just the series itself.)

so drunk schlatt/ted can't recognize you by @memento-rory *silly and schlatt's is especially lore accurate. also i am biased towards rory. because rory gives cool older sibling of the jschlatt x reader community vibes.

big guy (headcanons) by @k4lenz *no i am NOT biased because kalen is my little australian buddy. these are cute and kalen just knows how to channel the schlatt voice.

chatting to schlatt's stream by @777nicetits *this is my favorite social media fic, the real users as chatters is just so cute and it felt SOO realistic. seeing a pattern of i like a fic the more realistic it is??

TED

writers

@k4lenz, and... yeah tbh. sorry ted lovahs!

fics

the boy! (headcanons) by @k4lenz *same reason for jschlatt one. has the voice. lore accurate stuff.

chatting on the pod by @phxntomsdusk *needed more ted fics and this one is just cute. really makes you feel like you're on the good ol' pod with The Boys.

it's all a romcom by @obsessivestar *my introduction to ted fics and a GREAT ONE tbh?? suggested by @the-slimebox

SLIMECICLE

writers

@slimeypaws + @lanadoeswriting !!

fics

athlete!charlie x nerd!reader by @slimeypaws *my favorite charlie!au

we could build a home (we could play pretend) by @fullofgutsndopamine *started my charlie obsession!

streamer headcanons by @lanadoeswriting *inspired "you're a part time lover + a full time friend"!

mathteacher!charlie x englishteacher!reader by @slcmml, who's now @slimeypaws *SOO CUTE AND WIHT THE STUDENTS SENDING THE NOTES AHHH

spiderman!charlie x gnbestfriend!reader by @p3achslimes *THIS also got me into charlie omg omg i lvoe this au it's so charlie coded peach has my heart for this one.

and, as is customary, i challenge @slimeypaws and @k4lenz!! to do this. muahhah. good luck!! :D

[aesthetixhoe]

warnings: none! ill make more with nsfw things later !

CURRENTLY THINKING ABOUT my chuckle sandwich head cannons

ted:

loves being called teddy and theo but no one else calls him it :(

loves when you steal his clothes and pretends to not know where they went

forehead kisser

olive theory (or pickles, tomatoes, onion, whatever you like and he pretends not to do you can have extra)

“sweetheart”

“honey”

hugs from behind with head kisses

where he towers over you

the party was…fine. following the streamy awards, the venue being filled with content creators… which you were not. ted went to go get drinks, leaving you alone. a fish out of water. after some time standing alone awkwardly, you pull your phone out briefly to check the time and your notifications. as you’re clearing them you feel two arms come around your middle.

you momentarily flinch, caught off guard, but as soon as you feel a kiss pressed to the top of your head you relax. you turn, looking up and finding ted, craning your neck to meet his eyes.

“scare ya, hon?” he chuckles, feeling you turn around in his arms.

“just a little.” you giggle, taking the glass from his hand. “was fine when you kissed me though…” you smile slyly up at him.

“oh yeah?” he raises an eyebrow, following along with your train of thought. “how ‘bout i give you another hmm?” you beam up at him, nodding. he leans down empty hand pulling you closer by your waist, pressing his lips to yours. you smile against his mouth,exhaling softly through your nose. when you pull back and meet his eyes they’re practically shining down at you with adoration. “love showing you off, sweetheart.”

love language is touch

also words of affirmation

he says “i love you” probably 3 times an hour

loves date nights

takes candid pictures of you often (how can he not, you’re so pretty)

charlie:

when cuddling he holds your stomach so he can feel when you laugh

loves cooking for you

he often wakes up before you so he’ll make breakfast for you to wake up to

loves teaching you how to play dnd (or a different game if you already know dnd)

rock gifter

so many inside jokes

“babe”

kiss monster

“c’mere.” he says as soon as you walk into the living room with your dinner.

“char, i need to eat…” you say, sitting down beside him on the couch.

“just a second, promise.” he smiles over at you. you give him a quick peck on the lips. bad choice. he smiles evilly before you get pushed back in the couch, charlie on top of you stopping you from getting out of his grasp. he has your hands above your head, his lips kissing you wherever he can reach. your neck, your chest, he moves up to your face attacking you with his quick kisses.

you can’t conceal the giggles falling out of your mouth with his cuteness aggression. “char!” you laugh out, but to no avail. he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. he finally pulls back after covering every inch of you with his kisses. “you’re relentless!” you sigh out, getting your hands back and wrapping your arms around his neck. you pull him down to touch your lips to his, a slow, gentle kiss this time. you feel each other smiling against each others mouths.

“i have to reheat my food now!” you groan out, a soft laugh following.

will burry his head in your neck

love language is physically touch or acts of service

schlatt:

loves when you wear his clothes

quickest way to his heart is his cats

isn’t big on pda

but he will have a hand on your back guiding or holds pinkies with you to not lose you

he actually does use toots

but he also uses angel

puts his hands on your waist when standing behind you. which he often does

very introverted and doesn’t go out much

love language is quality time

every other one he brushes off by saying “it’s not big deal” or “it’s nothin’ special”

“oh hey, i got you somethin’. i left in on the counter for ya.” he says simply, walking into the living room. you get up, confused. no anniversary, no birthday… did he get you food?

you get to the counter and sitting in the middle is a long rectangular box. you furrow your brows and open it, revealing a tiffany & co necklace you saw online and really wanted. it just wasn’t in your budget for this month.

“jay… no way you bought this for me.” you half scoff in disbelief walking back into the living room.

“eh, it was nothin’. i saw you eyeing’ it on your phone couple of weeks ago. figured why not?” he says looking up at you, a slight smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. you jump into his lap, tackling him in a hug.

lowkey a sugar daddy…

sings softly around the house and gets flustered when you hear

drive by ruffles your hair

is actually a big cuddler. loves having his head laid on some part of you

[deadqueerboys]

His hands run through his hair, looking at the picture of his girlfriend shirtless. He uses his hand to touch himself while he stares at her boobs. He feels nasty. Besides nerd and needy, he's also really a pervert. His eyes roll to the back of his head, moaning. He whimpers like a bitch, his vision getting blurred by being close to cumming.

[squinch-depraved]

wennie's masterlist !!!

bold = 18+ (MDNI) !please alert me if a link isn't working!

jschlatt:

schlatt waking you up and using you however he wants

getting caught being a slut on ted's couch

bratty munch schlatt

sex chocolates

ted finds footage of you and schlatt

cnc gunplay with schlatt

double penetration with poly!tedschlatt

breeding kink with schlatt

schlatt hires a hot secretary and can't stay away

giggly sex/mating press with schlatt

phone sex with schlatt

schlatt x fwb!reader hcs

schlatt buys you a maid outfit

schlatt but reader's being a brat (camping p1)

breeding kink but this time he makes your belly bulge

shibari japan fic p1

cnc lc!schlatt

sitting on schlatt's lap when ted walks in

sexy cool reader takes schlatt's virginity (college au)

schlatt eats pussy for the first time (college au)

jealous schlatt (college au)

schlatt steals your panties

hole inspection w/ schlatt

tedschlatt get reader high and take advantage

priest schlatt

spooning and jerking off schlatt

ted and schlatt mommy kink hcs

feederism/eructophilia with schlatt

mild cnc/intox with schlatt

schlatt x single mom!reader (how you met hcs)

schlatt x single mom!reader p1

schlatt catches you humping a rammie plushie

lc!schlatt halloween party intox

schlatt feeds you leftover halloween candy

schlatt short blurb 1

schlatt nsfw alphabet

ted nivison:

getting caught being a slut on ted's couch

smoking with ted and he gets really shy

ted finds footage of you and schlatt

ted shower sex

double penetration with poly!tedschlatt

ted oral fixation hcs

ted cnc stoned reader free use

ted and cscoop three way

sitting on schlatt's lap when ted walks in

tedschlatt get reader high and take advantage

ted and schlatt mommy kink hcs

taking ted's virginity (college au)

ted eating you out with a mustache

tedschlatt:

getting caught being a slut on ted's couch

ted finds footage of you and schlatt

double penetration with poly!tedschlatt

sitting on schlatt's lap when ted walks in

tedschlatt get reader high and take advantage

ted and schlatt mommy kink hcs

cooper cscoop:

ted and cscoop three way

intox + cnc high and scared reader with cooper

soft smut cooper with chronically ill!reader

cscoop sfw & nsfw hcs p1

cscoop sfw & nsfw hcs p2

cooper takes your virginity

cooper taking pictures and videos of you hcs

long distance video call sex with cooper

cuddly sex w/ cooper

cscoop nsfw alphabet

charlie slimecicle:

asking him to take you home from a party leads to more

buying charlie a toy to use while you're gone on a trip

charlie begging to sit under your desk so he can taste you

trying for a baby with charlie

taking charlie's virginity (college au)

making charlie film himself jerking off in a mirror

virgin!college au:

part 1 (taking schlatt's virginity)

part 2 (schlatt eats you out for the first time)

part 3 (taking charlie's virginity)

part 4 (how schlatt finds out about you and charlie)

part 5 (taking ted's virginity)

part 6 (schlatt finds out)

part 7 (foursome...?)

[pupslimes]

don't let me in with no intention to keep me...

what if i wrote porn? i asked, and then proceeded to write 2k words of foreplay instead. whatever i will eventually add onto this. everyone say yay if you like mutual masturbation because hi. it is another weakness of mine. also my beta told me they read all rpf slime in edward twilights voice so. coping with that. also also reader is afab but i kinda wanna make them a trans guy because reasons

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A hand drags you into the house by your wrist, grip tight and warm. You kick the door closed behind you, and not thirty seconds later Charlie has your back against it and his mouth to yours. The grip on your wrist doesn’t soften, instead, it tugs insistently until your arm floats above your head, and he pins it to the door above you, grip tightening almost imperceptibly. A small whine tumbles into your mouth as he runs his tongue along your bottom lip, begging you. Another sigh escapes him as you open your mouth, and you swallow it while you meet his tongue with yours, pressing gently into his mouth. The heat is practically radiating off of him, and the grip on your wrist gets more insistent, as you let him explore your mouth until you absolutely have to breathe. “Char…” you gasp out, sucking in air, the stars that gathered in the edges of your vision slowly dissapating.

He’s in front of you, eyes wide and lips glistening, chest heaving like yours, but still looking like he’s barely stopping himself from diving back in. “Yeah…” he whispers. He stares at you reverently, almost uncomfortably, but you cant find it in yourself to feel anything but excitement.

You grin slightly. “Come back here. Please,”

Charlie chuckles. “Planning on it,” he grins as he dives back in, slamming his mouth onto yours. As cool as he was acting you could feel his body almost trembling with need for you. It was your fourth date, and he’d played the gentleman for weeks now, barely kissing your cheek as a goodbye when he dropped you off at your door each time. When you’d expressed concern before leaving the car at the end of this date, wondering if he liked you or not, he raked a hand through his hair. “That isn’t it. I like you. A lot,”

“Then what is it?”

“I think I like you too much. Like if I touched you I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth, not sure whether or not to believe him, and the movement caught Charlie’s eye. He groaned, dropping his head into his hands briefly. “You’re too pretty. I’m trying very hard to be respectful right now, and you’re making it very difficult.”

You made a split second decision, and leaned forward over the center console of the car. “Char,” His breath caught in his throat lightly. “I want you to kiss me. Please,” Charlie’s mouth opened slightly, and he seemed to struggle for words. “Don’t you want to?” you pouted lightly. You knew you were teasing him, but you couldn’t help yourself. You’d been waiting for this man to kiss you for weeks at this point, and you were tired of waiting.

His eyebrows furrowed softly, slight worry evident in his eyes. “Well, obviously. But..” You cut him off, leaning in further and pressing your mouth to his gently. When nothing happened, you started to draw away, but he followed you over, chasing your mouth with his, hands tangling into your hair almost desperately. He pulled you back into him, mouth clumsily latching onto yours again. “Fuck,” was muttered against your mouth as he bit down on the same spot that was just between your teeth. He jolted at your whimper, groaning softly. A glance down confirmed he was already growing in his pants. His cheeks flushed slightly at your gaze. “I told you,” he groaned. “You have no idea what you do to me,”

Not pulling away too far, you gently whispered, “Want to come in?” He leaned in as your breath ghosted over his face.

And that’s how you found yourself now, pressed against your front door, one of Charlie’s hands pinning your wrist and the other on your waist, softly bucking his hips as his mouth trailed hot kisses down your neck. He gnaws at you like a starving man, leaving marks that would surely need to be covered up tomorrow, only seeming to double down each time a noise slipped past your lips.

“Char…ah, baby…” you managed to get out, and he looked to you, eyes hazy. You start working off your shoes. “Couch, right now, please,” He nods, releasing your arm as he toes off his own shoes and bolted down the hall, running like he knew where he was going. You hear him slide to a stop at the end, socked feet rustling against carpet as he spun in a circle, wondering with way to go. Sense of decorum lost, you drop your keys on the wood floor, making note to apologize to your cat later before racing after him. As you round the corner, his arms envelop you again, nose pressed into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, baby. Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this?”

“Two months?” you wager a guess, calculating time since your first date.

“Make that three,” It had taken a month for you both to have been in town at the same time after you matched. It turns out getting on dating apps during the holidays to prove to your parents you actually were talking to people didn’t turn out well when you actually wanted to talk to the people. You thank your lucky stars Charlie had held out for you, even if now you knew why.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs into your neck, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine. “Perfect. Wanted to fuck you so bad,” A whimper escapes your lips. “You like that, baby? Like when I tell you how much I wanna fuck you?” A tongue up your exposed collarbone. “Come sit in my lap, sweetheart,” Teeth against the spot where your neck and shoulder met. “You can feel how much I want it,” A kiss on a particularly dark mark on your neck.

You turn the two of you in the direction of the living room, and he takes charge again. You’re suddenly thankful he leads you to the couch and guides you into his lap, legs straddling each side of him. You didn’t think that at this point, you could have done it yourself, knees too weak and legs too shaky at Charlie’s words to get there yourself. “Good baby,” he crooned gently as you settle, and your head falls to his shoulder as you whine again. He chuckled softly. “You sound so pretty when you get all flustered. And it’s so easy yo do it too…I don’t think you’d survive half the things I’ve thought about you,” You shake your head, keeping your face in his shoulder so he can’t see your cheeks warming further. He leans down, and you feel his tongue graze the shell of your ear. “I’m going to tell you all of them anyways,” Your hips buck slightly into his, seeking friction, and you feeel him smile against your skin. “Come back up here and kiss me again,” he murmurd, and obviously you oblige, mouth meeting his. As the kiss grew more and more heated, his hand slips under your shirt, palming gently at your chest.

“Oh, fuck,” you break away, arching into his touch. “Please don’t stop,”

“I can’t,” he breathes, reverently, and slides a second hand onto your skin, rucking up your shirt. “Off. Please. You look so pretty in it but I need it off,” You’d worn his favorite color tonight, hoping he’d notice, and maybe finally have the guts to kiss you this time. You can’t help flushing at the memory now.

You reach down to quickly tug it over your head, hoping the brief cover would hide your burning cheeks. You didn’t need to worry. Before you even had it all the way off, Charlie is mouthing at your chest, sucking hickeys into your tits, spreading his hands over them and tugging at your nipples. “You’re so gorgeous…” he mutters under his breath. You curl fingers into his hair and guid him to where you wanted him, which he was happy to oblige. Red, angry marks smatter across your skin as you gently rock back and forth in his lap, his mouth making its way over you again and again, groans reverberating on your skin occasionaly. There would be no way to hide what had happened tomorrow, as he was incredibly through in his work, making his way up your neck once more, peppering kisses behind your ear when you yelped particularly loudly as he grazed the spot with his mouth. Eventually, feeling rather exposed, your hands drift to the hem of his shirt, and he smoothly tugs it off over his head without missing a beat. Fuck. That was hot. Why was that so hot? You push him back at the shoulders, trying to admire him, but he whineds and turns redder the longer you stare, mouth agape at his toned body. His hair is tousled gently now, sticking up in even wilder directions than it was before you made your way inside.

“Fuck. You’re hot,” Your thoughts echo into the room this time.

“Speak for yourself. Can I please keep touching you?” He strains against your hold. You felt his arm muscles flexing, noting just how easily he could break free from you, and noting the fact that he chose not to, before you nod. You settle for running your hands down his sides as he attacked your chest again, admiring his body through feel alone, digging your nails in whenever a particular spot had you writhing in his lap.

He glances up at you several minutes later, eyes slightly widened, cheeks flushed, panting. “Can you… nghh. Can you touch me? Please?” He guides your hand down, and you feel his pulse in his dick. His head falls into your shoulder as you gently palm it, experimenting with a soft squeeze.

You gulp. “I’ve.. I’ve never…” His head raises from your shoulder and cocks to the side, eyes meeting yours. “I don’t know how to make you feel good. I’ve never touched a cock,” As embarassed as you are, breaking eye contact felt wrong, so you maintain his gaze as you admit to him why you’re so visibly nervous now.

A lazy smile spread across his face. “Can I show you?”

[pequins]

boyfriend slimecicle headcanons ── .✦

• doting lover boy! he want to spend as much time with you as possible, He’ll cling to you every waking moment and be at your service 24/7, something simple as a bottle of water? he’ll get it, matter of fact, he already got up and went to get one for you.

• he treats you like royalty, getting basically everything you ask him for, he can remember something you said you wanted 2 years ago and get it for you.

• His favorite pet names for you are “love” “angel” and “honey”

• He’s the kind of boyfriend to make breakfast for you every day :)

• loves making his gifts, braided bracelets, tiny sticky note drawings of you two, date scrapbooks, bonus points if you’re matching him.

• 24/7 PDA, he's incredibly affectionate and that’s not going to change just because people are around. he’ll hold your hand, wrap his arm around you, kiss your cheek, almost anything.

• He’s pretty possessive and clingy, he wants you all to himself. he gets stressed about other people getting too close to you, he’s the type to get jealous if someone is having a conversation with you for too long.

• He loves making you laugh, he can preform fully fledged out bits and burst into song and dance just to make you smile. He’s like a big goofy puppy.

• Your interests are his interests! Charlie is the biggest nerd out there, he can never judge anyone for their interests and he’ll spend hours researching yours just to understand your rambles about them.

• He prefers acts of service over any other love language, he loves playing the role of the doting, caring boyfriend.