#charlie slimecicle x y/n

[phxntomsdusk]

chuckle sandwich!!! It can be romantic or platonic I don’t mind but just some fun with Chuckle Sandwich. Maybe ganging up on a guest for the show in a stupid bit or smth?

Playground insults - Chuckle Sandwich x GN!Reader

summary: just you throwing little kid insults at the boys

warnings: swearing, jschlatt threatening to kill you- (joke of course)

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @haunted-headset , @average-vibe , @ivvees-blog , @vibestillaxxx (ask to be added!)

word count: 225

Being on the podcast always ended with chaos, especially today. You had been in a particular mood, dishing random and stupid insults at everyone whenever you got the chance.

“And then he-“ You quickly cut off Schlatt as he was talking, a small smile on your lips. “Who?” He looked at you with a confused expression, about to answer before you spoke again. “Asked.”

Charlie let out an annoyed sigh, sounding like a tired dad as he shook his head and placed it on the table. Ted held back a laugh. And Schlatt looked like he was about to kill you.

“Say that shit again, I’ll put a bullet through your head.” He held up a finger gun, pretending to shoot you. You knew he was only joking (or at least you hoped), but you still put up a scared act.

“Oh, no! Don’t kill me!” You covered your face, before peering through your fingers and laughed to yourself. “Maybe death would be nice.. wouldn’t have to see that thing you call a beard.”

Ted and Charlie looked at you as if you were insane, while Jschlatt got up with an offended expression, stepping off camera and shouted very loudly. “What the fuck?! Who invited them?!”

Ted looked over at him with a raised brow, before clicking his tongue. “You did, Schlatt. You invited them.”

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ notes: just wanted to do something in honor of sorry boys going on hiatus. this is entirely based on their last video so watch that to understand the silly headcanon time. cc!wilbur likers will be blocked by the way, thanks. get out of here

↳ warnings: none. just the four members here. four original, and only, members of sorry boys. no one else

↳ song: campus—vampire weekend

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• You'd think that an afternoon shift at a trampoline park would be easy; especially on the down days. Hanging around the snack bar with your employees, blowing whistles at loud kids, and keeping whatever was left in the lost and found bin became something of a daydream to you upon first getting hired

• It was a better alternative to the fast food joint you had worked previously at a crazed food van—you'd rather do anything but that after quitting

• Your first tip that things weren't going to be that easy should have been the camera crew that shuffled in on your second week, lead in part by a blonde guy with a stack of pre-signed waivers in his hand

• "What's up with that?" You turned to your only other coworker at the hour, a lanky guy with a mask and fluffed up hair. You thought you remember his name starting with an R or something along the lines of that, but mostly you referred to him as 'dude' or 'hey you.' He never felt the need to correct you, so you just never stopped

• "Oh yeah." He'd responded with a tired voice while barely even looking around. "Uh, we have a group that comes in every few days and rents out the place. I've seen them bouncing around, and I'm not really sure they're, uh, stable I guess you could say."

• Glancing down from the reception desk and to the play floor below, you caught a glimpse of the three others he spoke of, one being the blonde kid from earlier, surrounded by a few cameras and doing some rather weak jump moves. One in a red fat suit fell over at one point and refused to get up as he rolled around on the floor whining

• "Er," You took a step out of the reception desk area as you pointed a finger down at the scene. "Shouldn't one of us be down there? Supervising, and all that." You neglected to mention that one of the men looked old enough to be your father and should probably be mediating them

• For a moment you thought your coworker would shrug and tell you to go on, but he just sighed and grabbed his whistle like a weary office worker preparing for a morning round

• "At least this time I won't be alone." He looked at you. The eyebags under his eyes made you feel like he'd done this a lot more than he'd ever wanted to, despite only being at work a few weeks more than you

• The next few minutes went by fine. You were mostly ignored by the two fellows in fat suits as they proceeded to say 'dude' and 'bro' far too much, and was only offered a high five by the same blonde— Tungo you now knew. At one point the cameramen pulled you and the other worked over for a small interview, the likes of which you seemed to enjoy more than him

• The first time either of you really had to step in was when the red fat suit one delved into his shell, yelling something about yoinking his pork

• "Chungus? Chungo?" You managed to say his name without somehow laughing. "Please don't do that. We're gonna have some problems if you continue to."

• As Chounce popped his head out like a cartoon character to look at you, you offered a wobbly smile, and was severely relieved when he finally brought his hands out of his suit to cross them

• "For the record dude I wasn't even pulling my plug." He frowned, having the decency to look midly embarrassed. "I was just thinking about my feelings, bro."

• You got a thankful look from your fellow employee at your successful endeavors

• The both of you continued to watch as a competition between Chounce and Tungo occurred, eventually somehow turning into a fight between them as the self proclaimed Master Za watched

• In reality, you were pretty sure their real names all aligned somewhere along the lines of Tommy Charlie and Phil, if the signatures on their wavers spoke for anything, but none of them seemed to call each other anything but nonsense

• At one point, you were compelled enough by the entertainment to purchase a bag of popcorn from the snack desk, earning a look at disappointment from your coworker as he saw

• "Please don't encourage them." He dragged a hand down his face, careful not to knock his mask off

• "I don't think it'd matter if I did or didn't." You smiled through a mouthful. "Just look at 'em." You waved at the kid zone they'd all migrated too in the last hour or two, currently kissing Master Za on the face as he yelped in protest

• "Wait." Your hand lowered slowly as you blinked. "That's not allowed—"

• The two of you took off in their direction, using your whistles for what felt like the hundredth time that day as you ran

• By the time closing hours came around, it was dark enough outside to make you yawn. It took a significant amount of convincing to get the three of them, mostly Chounce, to leave and stop bouncing, but it eventually worked with a few well placed bribes. Namely, handfuls from your unfinished chip bag from earlier

• "You weren't all that bad! Not a wrong'un after all." Tungo eventually confided in you in front of everyone as you went to close up, looking strangely proud about such a mediocre compliment. You grinned at him anyways, finding him to be one of the saner ones throughout the whole ordeal

• "Maybe next time I could judge a match of yours, yeah?" You offered as you thumbed through the cash in the register

• "Please do not encourage them." A familiar voice from outside sounded for the second time that day, making you suck air between your teeth in an attempt not to snort with laughter

• "And remember to check the bathrooms before you leave. One of them likes to hide in them after we close."

• "Sorry, what—"

• You ended up having to drag Chounce out bt his ankles that night and into Master Za's car so he could get home

• "You know what? It's still better than the food truck."

[squinch-depraved]

plllsssss write more for that virgin au i fell in love with it!! i would love to read about schlatt finding out about charlie by accident

ok here's how schlatt finds out about what went down between you and charlie, v short just to get us to the next part where our boy teddy gets to have some fun so stay tuned for that :3

charlie is just. unable to look schlatt in the eyes.

like, he feels so guilty.

even though he didn't technically do anything wrong, charlie feels horrible for breaking down and asking you to sleep with him

and he's got a few hickeys visible, despite his best efforts at covering them up

so ted's all, "ooh, someone got some this weekend!"

and he tries to get charlie to open up about it

but he just mumbles something about not wanting to talk about it and moves on

schlatt flags this as weird, but ted just shrugs and says charlie doesn't have to talk about it if he doesn't want to

but schlatt just can't move on from it.

charlie looks guilty.

he never looks guilty.

what did he do?

schlatt has to figure it out; he's got this feeling in his gut that something's wrong about the whole situation

but he just keeps studying, waiting to see if he can gather any extra information

and he does.

charlie makes the mistake of leaving his phone out, face up, when he goes to talk to a friend about something that happened in one of their classes

a text from you lights up the screen, and ted, sitting next to charlie, reads it first

for schlatt, the phone is upside down, so it takes him a minute

but once he processes your message, he's piecing it together in his mind and his blood runs hot

"'i'm not going to be the one to tell him. you're the one who begged for it, you have to explain to him what we did.'"

he repeats the message out loud once more and slams his books closed, shoving his things into his bag and furiously slinging it over his shoulder

"dude, you aren't even together, you can't control them," ted reasons, trying to salvage the hangout

charlie saunters back over, face falling once he checks his phone and sees schlatt towering over the table with a scowl on his face

"hope it was worth it, man," he mutters, voice laced with anger

"i- i didn't mean to hurt-"

"doesn't matter. i'll see you guys later," schlatt spits out, stalking away from the table and slamming through the library doors

it's silent for a bit before ted speaks

"he'll get over it. give him some time."

"...i hope so."

"he will, he just needs time to realize he doesn't have any say in what y/n does and he'll be over it like that."

ted snaps his fingers with the last word and receives a shhh from an attendant shelving books nearby

"maybe. he really likes them, though. i think i might have actually fucked up this time, ted. it was incredible, but i don't know if it was worth losing schlatt's friendship."

charlie runs a hand through his hair and blows out a frustrated exhale

"maybe he would be less mad if i slept with them too?" ted asks, more wondering aloud to himself than anything

"because then he would have to be mad at both of us," he says as he works through his thought

"and then you wouldn't feel as bad about being the only one to do it!"

charlie just stares at him for a bit

"are you fucking serious, dude? you're gonna make it that much worse?"

"look, man, if i sleep with her, and tell him, he'll be mad at me too, thus taking some of the blame off you. do you see what i'm getting at?"

"yes, dude, i see what you're getting at, but it's a shitty plan and he's just gonna kill both of us."

"...we shall see," ted answers with a sense of finality, grinning as he packs up his stuff

"i'll let you know how it goes." he smirks down at charlie one last time before pulling his phone out of his pocket to check it

"you're an idiot!" charlie whisper-yells as ted struts away

but ted just raises one hand, middle finger sticking up, and exits the library, determined to get in on the bliss that his best friends had experienced so he would no longer be the only virgin in the group

he's humiliated that he's the last one left, but a trip to your apartment will surely change that

so he takes a deep breath, adjusts his bag, and walks to the side of campus that your home's on, excited to see how this whole situation will unfold

[bethsvrse]

Hey 😎

Can you write like Charlie smut and fluff hcs? Or like a little drabble or something? Anything works! There’s nothing abt him on here and it makes me sad because he deserves so much more appreciation 🥹

Thank you!

PAIRING charlie slimecicle x streamer!reader

WARNINGS nsfw content

SFW

You guys stream together sm

before you guys went public, literally everyone shipped you, like all the time

When Charlie is in Tommy’s vlogs, you almost always come with

Everyone praised Tommy for giving them y/ncicle content

Always treats you

Like every time you go out, he’d be the one paying for food

The waiter came over to you and Charlie, and placed the check down on the table. You smiled at the waitress and turned to go grab the check before seeing it be put back on the table by your boyfriend

“Charlie..” you trailed off, feeling bad that he’s paying.

“I know that voice and let me just say, that i don’t mind paying! If anything I prefer it, I want to treat my girlfriend, and if paying for you is something that I can do to show that I love you, than I will”

You swore you almost started crying right there. It was the smallest act of kindness that made you love Charlie so much. “Thank you.” You mumbled, as he stood up.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late for the movie.”

I honestly think he isn’t to big on pet names

The occasional ‘babe’ or ‘baby’, but ‘love’ would be his go to

He always makes sure to keep at least one extra plus his of his for you to have

NSFW

He is a switch, 100%

When he’s in a sub mood, he’d begs to please you

He’s a soft!dom though sometimes

He’s praise you a lot

"that's it, baby. so so good, my love, fuck."

Literally loves your boobs

Like so much

If your wearing a low cut top, he would not be paying attention at all, would just stare directly at you boobs

Lowkey a perv sometimes

There’s so many clip of him on stream just staring 👀

he LOVES eating you out fr

could eat you out for breakfast, lunch and dinner if you let him

he would much rather get you off than himself

It’s you first all the time with Charlie

[tredderwrite]

Slimecicle ~ Home

Summary: Despite the noise and chaos Charlie always finds a way to make the night disgustingly sweet

Word count ≈ 1k

Pairing: Slimecicle / gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Busied by the running water you failed to notice the silence that had overtaken the streaming room. The same room that was a mess of screaming, singing, and at least one object falling over a few minutes prior. Though not in the slightest bit annoying, you learned to love how fun it sounds in there.

Half an hour ago, while Charlie was still streaming you felt you were too bored to sit around, and way too full of energy to head to bed, so, you decided it’s finally time to try that skincare that's been sitting in a drawer for at least a month.

Three different serums and a face mask later you leaned over the counter to wash it off, as the instructions advised to only leave it on for 15 minutes, instructions that would've been followed if it wasn't for the most hypnotizing of handheld devices.

The door swings open, and a cheery Charlie marches up behind you, waiting for you to finish washing your face. His arms immediately envelop your waist the second you straighten up. A wide grin plastered on his face, and you smiled back at him in the mirror.

“What were you doing?” his head nearing closer to you, chin resting on your shoulder, “and how come you’re doing it without me :( ?” He pouted at you, the corners of his mouth turning further once you started laughing at him.

“I was bored,” you began, honestly, “and I wanted to try these,” you motioned towards the array of products sprawled all around, “aaand you were busy with work!” You flashed him a grin and went off to dry your face, but quicker than you pulled away you were pulled right back in, that same pout on his face, “Don’t you wanna do another one? With me?” he asked.

Laughing again, you turn around in his arms to face him; grabbing the first mask within reach. Something with strawberry and mint, and though it wasn’t expected to do much you still enjoy the pinkish color and delicious smell as you squeeze some directly on his face. His laser focus on your every move is equally adorable and flustering as you slather the gel evenly, making sure to tap his nose as a finishing touch, locking eyes the second your hand is out of the way. Even with all that goo around his face, you notice how he’s still so breathtaking, a wave of realization coursing right through you, remembering how much you truly love this boy. Usually, this could be brushed off, but not now, not this time. His intense stare breaks for a split second, glancing at your lips, undoubtedly catching on.

Wasting no time he leans, kissing you with a passion you’ve never felt before, so sweet you could almost taste it, that is, if you weren’t already tasting something much worse. The moment dies once you notice that the mask has somehow ended up in both your mouths, simultaneously pulling away to complain. “Wasn’t this supposed to be strawberry?!?!” he shakes his head, using the back of his hand to wipe it off his lips. The disgust shown on his face fading when he looks at you again, holding in your laughter, cheeks puffed and eyes wide; ready to burst in any second.

The laughter dies down after a solid few minutes, no good reason as to why either of you found it funny in the first place. “Alright, whatever,” he says, still clutching his side, “I don’t want to keep this on any longer. It clearly hates me.” Washing his face and drying it off while you gather all the colorful little packets to be stored inside that same drawer for god knows how much longer. Small droplets graze your skin while you shove everything inside, struggling to close it; looking up once you do, only to find Charlie flicking water at you, laughing to himself as if this was the greatest prank known to man. And no matter how childish you join right in, small sprinkles turn into handfuls of water thrown at each other. Hair and clothes halfway soaked when he tries to put a stop to what he started, grabbing both your wrists just so he could gently push you out the room.

And after an awkward backwards walk into your bedroom he finally let go and went to flop down on the bed, his palm gently patting the spot that's right beside him. Only once you got all cuddled up, the feeling of his wet t-shirt reminded you that you should not be cuddling or even on the bed in that state. Regardless, he didn't seem to mind, already kissing the top of your head mixed with periodic mumbles “I love you” “We're getting the sheets wet”,

“I love you”,

“Come on, get-”, he grabbed your face to kiss your lips, successfully ruining your train of thought, adorned with a stern, yet utterly hilarious expression once he pulled away . “I love you”

“I love you too.”

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[fullofgutsndopamine]

charlie + grocery shopping + a quick kiss on the crown of their hair

tw/cursing, mention of anxiety

more here

"Maybe," Charlie sighs next to you, his hand hitting yours as it laces into you, "Just maybe grocery stores were a mistake."

You snort as you crane your neck to check the number on the wall-12-and glance back at the paper ticket in Charlie's hand-22 before sighing.

"Or maybe," You counter, "Going on a Sunday was a mistake."

He laughs, gives your hand another squeeze, another silent i'm here reminder-something about grocery stores set you on edge-you aren't sure why, but it's something Charlie picked up on first, how your hand grips tighter to his as you pass people, how you shy into him the entire time-he's determined to make it easier on you.

"Touché," He laughs, pauses for a second before his voice drops: "Do you hear the song playing?"

It's hard to focus on it over the people around you, crowding around the deli counter with you, all the excess noise that comes from them-

but you try to focus on the song that blasts from the old speakers, only interrupted briefly to tell you the newest sales and the song for the store-

"Charlie-"

"Shh," His eyes are pointed upwards, head titled, "Listen-you know this. It's your favorite."

And you can tell by the way the smile is on his lips that it isn't your favorite, confirmed when you can finally make a word out and focus on it that you've never heard this song-

it doesn't matter to him.

And before you know it, in a crowded grocery store on a even busier Sunday, he's pulling you into him, his hands around your waist as he sways with you to a song that definitely doesn't call for slow dancing, much less in a grocery store.

Still, you know what he's doing.

"Charlie?"

Your head rests against his chest as you look up at him, his own eyes shut but the smile on his face as he sways gently with you-

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

His eyes still closed but a larger smile on his face, he leans down, gives you a gentle kiss to the crown of your head before your head returns back to his chest, safe.

[bvnnyblood]

it's 2024 now and all i'm thinking abt rn being a pretty little priest(ess) and having zeus!ted, poseidon!charlie, and hades!schlatt all fighting over who deserves your worship by spoiling you with trips to their kingdoms and small reminders and gifts as to why they all need you.

ted, the king of olympus. he would bring up into the clouds, wrapping his arms around you as he gently places you onto the brewing storm clouds. he'd create a necklace for you, a symbol of lighting bolt to grace your collarbone as he can picture the jealousy ensuing among his brothers as they see the small trinket around your neck. he would gladly give you the sky, the stars, the universe if you asked him. his longing for you when you must leave him tears him in two, but he knows you'll come back to him. you always do.

charlie, king of the sea, who is nothing short of generous of his time when it comes to you. placing an air bubble around your head and guiding you down into the depths of the ocean to his palace, keeping your hand grasped in his, his large thumb swiping side to side on your palm. if he's unable to give you luxury of his palace, he visits you on land, gracing you with not only his presence but many shiny and delicate finds and shells that he believed reminded him of you.

and schlatt, ruler of the underworld, is far more than possessive when it comes to you. he rarely takes you to the underworld, but when he does he keeps you close. his grip on your hip never once wavers once you enter his domain, not daring to let you out of his sight for the horrors that lie all around that place. his throne room is where he wants to keep you: safe, secure, and with him. if he could, he would gladly take you as his queen. but he knew that marrying a mortal was just as scandalous as killing one without reason, so having you to himself as his devout follower would serve him an eternity of happiness. as he guides you home once again, he hands you a skull with asphodel placed in the eyes, casting a spell so that they may remain forever in tact, just like his adoration for you.

[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

[slxtmeri]

Chucklers after you get back from a long trip. Them just welcoming you back and all the things they would get or do for you, sfw and nsfw... just an idea I've had on my mind...

ANON I LOVE YOU THIS IDEA TYSM

ted

sfw

♡ as soon as he sees you when you come home, he's running up to you and giving you the biggest hug oml. hands are around your waist, lifting you up, not wanting to let go. (and he doesn't, for at least a good minute or two).

♡ kisses all over your face and neck until you're blushing and giggling, squealing for him to stop

♡ carries all your luggage and REFUSES to let you help with any

"nope, nope, put that down. i can handle this stuff, baby! let me help you, love."

♡ constantly touching you, hand on your waist, arm around your shoulder, holding your hand. he missed you so much while you were gone

nsfw

♡ as soon as your stuff is inside, he carries you to the bedroom, your legs wrapped around his waist

♡ he lays you down on the bed, still kissing you. his mouth trails lower, and lower, until his head is settled between your legs

♡ eats you out like it's his last meal, your hands gripping his hair motivate him to keep going

♡ makes you come undone several times, until tears of pleasure are pricking at your eyes and you're too fucked out to form a coherent sentence.

♡ cuddles you until you both fall asleep. expect him to fuck you senseless the next day

schlatt

sfw

♡ picks you up from the airport and twirls you around until you're both dizzy.

♡ can't stop smiling. there's a shit eating grin on his face for the next 24 hours at LEAST

♡ doesn't stop talking about how much he and the cats missed you.

♡ hand on your thigh on the drive home, rubbing comforting circles

♡ stops to get you your favorite food on the way home, he just wants to spoil you

nsfw

♡ as soon as the two of you arrive home, he's bending you over the nearest surface. whether it be the kitchen island, the couch, it doesn't matter. he's so needy for you

♡ teases you until you're wet enough to take him. then he's fucking you until you can't stand

♡ praises you so so much more than usual.

"fuck, baby. you're so perfect for me, hmm? letting daddy fuck you as soon as you get back. my sweet baby."

♡ takes a bath with you afterwards. cleans you up all nice then carries you to bed <3

charlie

sfw

♡ gets so excited when he sees you, he hugs you so tight you have to tell him to calm down

"charlie, i missed you too. can barely breathe, baby."

"shit... sorry sweetheart, i just missed you a lot."

♡ as soon as you get home he's giving you presents that he bought for your return. probably orders your favorite takeout, too.

♡ repeats how much he missed you, how he wishes you were there for the things he did whil you were away

♡ asks for any and all photos you took during your trip

nsfw

♡ he practically drags you to the bedroom after you two finish eating

♡ begs for you, saying how much he needed you

"s'been too long, baby. please let me fuck you, please."

♡ hickeys all over your neck. he's not even thinking about how you two have to meet up with friends the next day

♡ you end up riding him, rolling your eyes at the friction you havent had since before you left

♡ once you get too tired, he's gripping your hips and fucking up into you.

"that's it, baby. so so good, my love, fuck."

♡ stays inside you for a few minutes, hugging you, savoring your time together.

♡ picks you up and carries you to the shower, cleaning you up before bringing you to the couch for a nice long movie

a/n: holy shit i got carried away. the brainrot is real 😭 anyways ily anon, enjoy!!!

[kotiaz]

MDNI 18+

kinktober 21: handcuffs, blindfolds, and a little degradation

warnings: afab reader

fuck you I do kinktober when I want and where I want

* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　🤍　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *

"Look at you just lying there. You look so.. vulnerable. Innocent, even." He speaks soft as he drags a finger down the middle of your chest, stopping at the lacey top of your black panties. Your body shivers to the touch. You would've recoiled instinctively if it weren't for the handcuffs on the bedposts pinning you. Spreading your legs by shoving himself between them he grabs your thighs.

"You should see your face right now... you look pathetic." He hisses. You furrow your brows in reply. The silk fabric of your blindfold shifting.

As your lips part to speak, you're quickly interrupted by the feeling of your panties being pulled off. It's slow, gentle. You can feel tufts of his hair brush down your thigh. Oh my god... he's doing it with his teeth.

The gentle caress of his fingers as he leisurely slides them up the plushness of your stomach, landing on your chest. Pinched between his index and middle, your nipples are pulled in a rhythmic pattern, cycling between the two.

"Tell me what you want." His voice low and husk as he tightens his grip.

You can't help but let a gasped moan slip when he applies pressure, whining in denial to give in.

Realizing this, he pinches even harder simultaneously. "Tell me.. what you want." He hissed again.

"Y-You." You manage to stutter out, a once embarrassed expression turning to bliss when your puffy lips were parted by his thumb before lightly pressing it into your sensitive bud.

You can feel the smoothness of his tongue suddenly tracing the length of your neck before his breath can be felt in your ear.

"Spread your legs."

[poraphia]

“PDA: Public Displays of Affection”

pairing • secret relationship!wilbur x reader 1448 words • 9.1.23 containing • secret relationship, sorry boys production, immense affection my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“We’re about to film a new Sorry video. Want to give me a good luck kiss first?”

♡♡♡

There’s one thing about Tom Simons that everybody knows the moment you click on one of his videos.

Some viewers may find him annoying at first,

And frankly, it’s not like he’s wrong.

After Wilbur and I started dating we came to an agreement to keep our relationship a secret. There were a multitude of reasons for this. For one, we wanted to enjoy the relationship for ourselves and because of Wilbur’s music and streaming career, it would have been impossible to relish in such when there are hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. This leads to our next reason. Most of Wilbur’s friends are streamers, vloggers, gamers, you name it. That being said, most of the time we find cameras on us already. So, in order to keep up with our special secret, we tell our friends that we’re not dating so that it’s a much easier job keeping it on the down low.

So what happens when a younger boy who considers himself Wilbur’s brother constantly sees a woman constantly with Wilbur? Well, you’ll see for yourself.

I’m known to be Wilbur’s co-filmer and editor in his fanbase, meaning that even if we weren’t dating, I had to be constantly around him to help out with video planning and creating a digital diary as he was on tour. This week his friends were all coming to Brighton to shoot Chapter 2 for their Sorry! improv group.

It was the morning of, and I was met by the familiar, warming embrace of his arms slithering around my body. I scoot back a little bit, feeling his heartbeat steadily beat against my back. “Hey, are you awake?” He groggled out in a raspy morning face. I hummed in response, taking one of his hands to kiss the center of his palm. He pulled me closer to his chest as the fabric beneath us crinkled.

“I’m so sleepy…” I mumbled. With his hand, Wilbur smoothed my cheek, caressing my skin. I melted in his touch.

“I know, but we have to get up soon, darling,” He whispered. Gently, with his arm still wrapped around me, he sat us up in the bed. The morning sun peaked through the slightly open blinds, decorating our skin with streaks of light. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as the drowsiness slowly drained from me. His arms kept firmly around my torso, holding me as close as he could. Once we felt ready to get out of bed, we walked into the kitchen as I prepared a quick breakfast for the both of us.

“Do you want strawberry parfait for breakfast, my love?” I asked, looking inside the fridge.

“Yes, please.” He smiled. I nodded before grabbing the container of syrupy strawberries and Greek yogurt. Wilbur went inside the pantry to find the box of graham crackers. After he finished crushing them, he noticed me standing on my tippy toes to reach for the two glasses on the highest shelf. With a cheeky smirk, he walked behind me and lifted me up by the waist, earning a slight eep of surprise. Nonetheless, I was able to reach the glasses before he placed me back down with my feet touching the cold tile floor. I turned around, awarding him with a quick peck on the chin, before continuing on making our breakfast.

Sometimes, it was painful keeping this a secret, but I think it’s what makes moments like these more special.

Once we finished our breakfast and got dressed, we met up with the rest of the guys at a park in Brighton. Today’s film idea was to run a hotdog van of some kind, but instead, call them burgers. Honestly, don’t ask me, it was the guys’ idea. Most of the guys carpooled to the location, whereas Wilbur and I decided to take our own car. After some time walking to the park, we were both ambushed by Tommy and Charlie, who were already flopping around in hotdog costumes.

“WILBUR! (Y/N)! MY FRIENDS!” Tommy exclaimed, hugging the two of us. Wilbur pulled Tommy to the side, almost putting him in a headlock as they shared their own brotherly love. I hugged Charlie before stepping back to examine his outfit.

“You look… Meaty. You been working out?” I joked. He grinned before flexing one of his arms.

“Ah, so you’ve noticed my meaty and tender gains I see! I’ve been working on these babies just for this exact moment.” He said pridefully. Charlie flexed one of his muscles before kissing his bicep. I rolled my eyes before we both trailed back to the rest of the group. I greeted the rest of the team and even hugged Kristen to catch up with her since we last saw each other. Tommy and Wilbur then ran up to the group promptly as Russ explained exactly how the food truck was going to work. After some careful instructions, the film crew, which involved me, were told who was to record what. Per usual, I was directed to film Wilbur’s shenanigans.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Russ asked, looking up from his clipboard. Everyone exclaimed their noises of agreement. I looked over to Will, who I noticed was patting down his pockets for something.

“Will, you okay?” Phil asked as he adjusted the scarf around his neck.

“Yeah, I just— I think I left my wallet. Uhh (y/n) can you come with me? It’s probably in the car.” He said, looking over to me.

“Oh— Yeah, sure.” I handed my camera to Russ in the meantime before walking with Wilbur to the car. I kept my hands in my pockets in the meantime to resist the urge to walk with fingers intertwined. It was far too dangerous now.

Once we made it to the car, I reached into my pocket to unlock it, but in return Wilbur just stood there, smiling at me. I tilted my head, a bit confused.

“Weren’t you going to go look for your wallet?” I asked. Instead, Will leaned on the car, smiling down at me with his chef’s hat a bit lopsided and his arms crossed.

“I actually did have my wallet. I just wanted to have a good luck kiss before we started filming.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes before grabbing him by the shirt collar so that he was now at my height.

“You know you can be annoying sometimes.” I scoffed, but a wide smile was plastered all over my face.

“I know. I just miss you.”

I placed a quick peck on his lips, but before I could pull away, Wilbur held me gently by the neck to keep me in place. Slowly, I felt my body melting by the touch of his soft lips as butterflies danced on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving me closer to him. Tiny droplets soon started to drizzle down on us, but we weren’t leaving each other's lips anytime soon. That was until someone caught us.

“Wilbur? (y/n)? Guys it’s starting to rain and— OH MY GOD!”

We both immediately pushed each other away, only to meet with the shocked face of Tommy standing paralyzed in his hot dog outfit.

“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DATING! I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT—”

“I— Uh— Tommy—!” I was rendered speechless as the poor boy rapidly glanced at the both of us. Wilbur ended up breaking the standstill as he walked up to Tommy, placing two hands firmly at his shoulders.

“Yes, me and (y/n) are dating.” He said firmly. “You’re not going to tell anyone, my boiled hotdog boy, alright?” All Tommy could do was nod in response, his mouth still open ajar. Wilbur patted him on the back before heading in the direction of the food truck. I jogged over to Tommy, shaking his shoulder a bit to snap him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at me, a hand running through his hair. I shrugged, a half-apologetic smile on my face before we both walked back to the park.

“To be fair, the reason I was so shocked was because last month I tried to set you two up on a date.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly, playing with his fingers as he walked.

I chuckled a little bit. “That’s kind of funny—” until the realization hit. “WAIT HUH?”

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a / n ~ thought this was cute so I jotted it down like a couple mins before waking up lolol. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated mwahh

[phxntomsdusk]

Wait!! Hear me out!!! Charlie doing a heart rate monitor stream!!! And then reader, his partner, uses this to their advantage.

Heartstopper - Charlie x GN!Reader

summary: the ask !!

warnings: none!

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @haunted-headset (ask to be added!)

word count: 252

It was always quite obvious how flustered Charlie got around you, but outside of the comfort of your own relationship, nobody knew. Yes, his fans knew you were together, but they never saw the effect you had on the poor boy.

Today however he decided to do a heart rate monitor stream, having his viewers tweet out videos to get his heart rate up.

Most people did jumpscares, audios that were way too loud, etc. But they didn’t really work.

You had been watching the stream for a bit, wanting it to end already so you could steal his attention. And then a brilliant idea crossed your mind.

You made your way into his office, knocking as you opened the door. “Hey, Charlie.” You smiled and walked over, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your gaze immediately finding the heart rate on the screen.

“Whatcha doin’?” You spoke softly, smiling as the rate began to increase, a light blush forming on his face. “Streaming.. thought you’d be watching.” He raised his brows at you, his tone slightly confused and flustered.

You simply shrugged, before leaning down and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. This was the key.

His heart rate practically shot up, his face burning red. You weren’t sure if it was your actions, or the fact thousands of people were watching.

“Now you gotta end the stream, I’ll see you in a bit.” You patted his shoulder, before exiting the room, leaving him a complete flustered and smiling mess.

[sardonic-the-writer]

—amsterdam

SUMMARY | agreeing to come along with the group to amsterdam to participate in not one, but two tom simons videos, can get a little crazy

PAIRING | cc!tommyinnit x reader

REQUESTED | no

WORD COUNT | 1.1k+

AUTHORS NOTES | the tom simons channel is probably my favorite vlog channel ever

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This was the third time Charlie had destroyed your lego creation, and you were this close to locking him out of the room.

"I swear to god you fucker—" Another blocky build crumbled to peices as the brunette slapped his hand down on your own pair, laughing good naturedly all the while.

"Phiiiiil!" You turned your torso halfway to whine at the other man in the generic hotel room, who was looking at his phone blandly while resting on the foot of a bed opposite you. "Tell Charlie to stop being an asshole before I bite him!"

"Stop being an asshole to them Charlie before they bite you. And they will, it's not just a threat mate." The middle aged man echoed back without so much as looking up from his phone.

"Wow. Gee thanks Phil. Glad to know my pain and suffering is less important than your phon—Charlie I swear to fucking god!! One more time, and I mean it, one more time and I'm going to sic Tubbo on you in the video tomorrow!" You had since stopped looking at Phil, now scooping as many stray legos as you could close to your chest while Charlie attempted to steal them away from you.

"I paid for these with my own twitch prime! Back! Back, I say."

"Noooo." Charlie made a sound that reminded you of a gremlin, wiggling his fingers comically while trying to take more out of your pile. "The lego goblin must have his legos!!! Otherwise he may become, the tickle monster!"

"Oh no he fucking wont." You deadpanned at Charlie. He just smiled back at you innocently before wiggling his fingers once more and lunging for you, nearly knocking you both into Phil on the other bed with the effort of it.

"Take that, you hoarder!" He laughed, glasses knocked askew as his hands viciously attacked your sides with pokes and jabs as you screamed.

"Jesus fucking christ you two!!" Phil was looking at the both of you on the floor, clutching his phone to his chest in surprise while laughing.

"Phil! Help me! I'm dying! Tell my wife that—that I love her." You choked out a surprisingly loud and shocking gasp before going limp, your tounge dramatically lolling out of your mouth the way a cartoon character's might.

It was a lot harder than you thought it would be to hold in your laughter as you watched Charlie fall to his knees somberly, listening as he wailed on about how he had 'killed' you. It was even harder when you got a glimpse of Phil sitting above you, stuffing his fist in his mouth to try not to laugh at the two of you.

"—ow will I ever redeem myself!? I'll be tried in court, given years of prison time! I'll never make it in there! I'm too soft, too—oh hey Tommy."

You immediately scrambled to get to your feet alongside Charlie at that revelation, the both of you adjusting your disheviled appearances the best you could all while Phil cackled.

"Hey Toms." You smiled crookedly, trying to look nonchalaunt as possible while looking at the confused face of the boy currently peaking his head into your hotel room. Light from the hallway was now peaking into the room, washing over the few shadows left from spare luggage and souvenir bags people had left lying on the floor.

"What the fuck are you guys doing in here?" He furrowed his brows, laughing lightly at how put of breath everyone was. "We can hear you all the way across the wall. Wil sent me over here to get you to shut up. Managment was looking pretty upset when I was making my way over here too. Might be because I stole some candy from the reception desk earlier too though." He muttered the last bit quieter, covering it up poorly with a cough before looking back at you.

"Oh. Uh, sorry about that. Well, I died for a little bit, I think?" You scratched the back of your neck. Charlie nodded vigorously. A bit too vigorously to be discussing the topic of your supposed death if you were being honest.

"Yes. And from natural causes. Definitely not murder of any sorts! No, not at all! An all natural one. All natural death that is."

Tommy just tilted his head in Phil's direction, clearly not believing either of your very convincing tales.

"They were having a tickle fight over the legos you lot bought earlier." He ignored you and Charlie's whines to shut up as he talked to Tommy, who by now was laughing.

"A tickle fight?" He stepped forward and closed the door behind him, blue eyes shining with mischief as he grinned. "Without me? For shame you bastards."

"No. Tommy dont you dare, I know what you're thinking, mate. No no no I'm not about to let all of you just—and there you go. For christ's sake, Wil's going to kill me."

Phil backed away further on the bed, just nearly being missed as Tommy jumped onto Charlie and sent him sprawling, the two of them rolling around in a blur of colors in the hotel room while each tried to overpower the other.

You yourself were practically kneeling over with laughter, pumping a fist in the air while rooting for Tommy, only stopping at one point to pick up Charlie's glasses off the ground so they wouldn't get crushed in all the chaos.

It didn't last long, really, before Charlie let out a guttural cry and replicated what you had done earlier, falling limp as if he was now nothing but a corpse on a battlefield.

"And the winner is Tommathy Innit!!" You hollered cheerfully despite the groans of Phil to shut up, beaming at Tommy as he stood triumphantly, Charlie laying on the ground below spread out like a starfish. A very sweaty, very exhausted starfish. You imagined that you didn't look much different from him at the time though.

"Thank you, thank you! Really!" Tommy was now parading around the small confines of the room with his nose in the air. Doing what sounded like a very bad impression of a snooty car salesman as he went. "I'd like to thank my many wives, including Philza Minecraft's, and—oof!"

Everyone laughed as they watched Tommy shakily raise a fist from where he was now lying face first on the carpet, shooting a thumbs up to let you all know that he was okay from his sudden trip over a luggage bag.

"Graceful mate. Real graceful. Watch out for the suitcases next time though, Tommy."

"Fuck you lot." Was all he said before dissolving into laughter, most everyone following suit.

[doubledizzy1258]

this may be the most stressful day of my entire life!! I'm praying for the election because if trump wins, i will literally have rights taken away from me, CHUCKLE SANDWICH IS FUCKING ENDING?? and by the end of the day I may not have a partner anymore! so uhm what the fuck is going on im literally so stressed right now.

[nikaizkool]

How they’d cuddle you 😻😻😻😘

Beanie trio + oxey duo

•George

Literally cradle you, wrapping his arms and legs around you like one of those hair claws practically trapping you in his grasp with his head tucked in your neck. If you try to get up he’d mumble into your neck/shoulder “mmmmmnoooooo stayyyyyy” and if you managed to escape he’d kiss your cheek and try to get you to come back to his comfort. “Mmmmmmmmm—love come back” he’d pull you back and cuddle you.

• Sapnap

He’d lay his head in your chest with his torso on your thighs and his hands cuddling your waist. If you tried to pull away he’d squeeze you to him groaning into your chest “nononononono—stay please” he’d low key just trap you by switching the position between you two where your head is in his chest and your torso is on his thighs. Eventually he’d let you go but he’d follow you around everywhere.

• Quackity 😻

His knees bent up between your stomach his head above yours and your head in his chest and your knees cradled up next to his, his arms around the small of your back and your hands closing the gap between you two by holding onto his chest. If you tried to get up he’d just slowly pull away from you looking back up at you “no more? :(“ you’d nod and he’d get up with you, following you around by your hand leading him around like a lost puppy.

• Wilbur

His lanky arms gently laying on top of you while your in fetal position with his head laying gently in the crook of your neck he’d smile into your neck whenever you made the slightest movement. Lowkey would probably lay his head in your thighs and fall asleep while you massage his hair but if you tried to get up from any position he’d groan “mnoooo come back— my love.” He’d put his hands on each side of your face and press a kiss to your forehead letting you leave and do whatever

•Charlie

He’d let you rest your head on his chest while his arm is wrapped around your shoulder with your hand resting on his stomach. If you’d troed to get up he’d lean down to kiss your forehead “why are you leaving? D:” he’d change position to where you were wrapped in both his arms and your head is tucked in his neck. If he let you get up he’d give you one last kiss before falling back to sleep.

[fullofgutsndopamine]

We Could Build A Home (We Could Play Pretend) finale

tw/cursing, mention of past abuse (not graphic)

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for a long time, there are tears.

oh, are there tears.

but charlie is there.

it’s a slow progression, at first.

charlie comes into your hospital room, and the first few days, it’s more of himself looming, hovering over his seat as you two get adjusted to one another. you’re too stubborn to ask for his help with anything, and he doesn’t want to step on your toes, guilt steals gently eats at his stomach when he looks at you.

it’s slow.

but a few nights later you move from facing him, but not looking at him, to turning over i. the bed, your back to him.

for others, that isn’t a big deal.

for him, he knows what this means. some unspoken word about trusting you enough to not be looking at you the entire time, your guard is down, finally.

he helps you wash your hair in the crowded sink of the bathroom, humming as his fingertips massage into your scalp, and suddenly you two are kids again and your taking those baths in the lake next to each other.

your lips are chapped, voice is hoarse, but his chair has moved to being next to your bed, his legs outstretched on your bed and his hand rests on the hard hospital mattress, he’s yelling out clues to whatever re run of family feud is playing, and you’re watching him from the side of your eye, knowing it’s okay now.

he’s next to you as your wheeled out of the hospital, his hand on yours as he walks next to you in the wheelchair.

the days tick by.

you’re in his house, and you two play pretend.

sharing sleep on his twin mattress, tangled into him, can’t tell who’s limbs are who’s, and his voice is a whisper, like he’ll get caught any second as he’s speaking gently, slow to you: “Ms.Logan’s house up the hill just went up for rent,” he says, “the one with the garden you like.”

you know the house isn’t even a possibility for you two, you’ll be stuck in this house until your last days, but something about that house being for sale, the unspoken invitation you two have with Ms.Johnson to use her garden to calm down will be broken, and it’s almost too much for you to bare.

days later, charlie speaks again about it.

you’re tangled into him, the pillow cases wet from your hair, his hand is tangled into yours in the air as he gently touches the pad of his fingers to yours.

“let’s run away. i mean it this time. tomorrow night. you and me. it’s always you and me.”

and this has been said before. usually after cleaning one another up, when you two allow each other to indulge one another one the what if’s and the could haves (and charlie’s voice, always gentle, “careful, sunshine. the what ifs and could haves will eat you up.”)

this time is different. and without saying it you know it. charlie packs the next day, humming, a smile on his face and shared wink between you, even if you’re the only one who sees it and if his only luggage is an old, frail backpack.

night falls and he walts around the house in these grand steps, a new reason to dance, and you giggle, run barefoot to your house, teeth chattering as you grab everything, hours away from it. it only seems right for a final nap in your old bed.

he has a plan, he says. a new home, a new place.

you both leave in the middle of the night. fulfilling some childhood need to do so. it doesn’t matter; everyone who would miss you is dead and you have no ties to this town now.

no one is home in either of your houses, but you hear the click click click of charlie’s truck engine and throw the blankets off your body, already dressed, ready to go.

everything you own is in the backpack on your back, a note left on the counter for your father to not look for you.

your barefoot as you run to his truck, and he leans over the seat and opens the door for you, a smile you haven’t seen in ages spread across his lips, he’s shouting: “go, go,go.” even though there’s no urgency, this childhood dream of yours he’s fulfilling.

you slam the door shut and his hand tangles into the back of your hair, rests on the back of your skull as you two drive, your hair whips around and the radio is all static, can hear maybe every other word of whatever song is playing, but you two are making up your own words, laughing so hard and smiling that your teeth chatter together.

you both drive around together, your voices are both hoarse from screaming those songs you made up, his tiny truck pitters up the hill to your old house and for a second, your stomach drops, as if you knew this was too good to be true, going to have to get rid of the note, unpack your things from your backpack, the “next time.” playing gently in your head.

instead, charlie’s foot eases on the break and he grabs your hand, a messy kiss to the top of your hand that makes your face flush, he eases to a stop in front of the Johnson’s house, cuts the too loud engine, and runs to your side to open your door.

“trust me.” he says gently, picks you up bridal style, walks slowly to the door, only stopping long enough for his fingers to dance over a flower in the garden, pluck it from the earth and tuck it behind your ear, like it belongs-like you belong, and carries you over the threshold of the house.

days pass. then months, and soon, it’s years.

charlie plays small shows with his acoustic guitar at the brewery downtown, gets a small following, and you’re at every show.

you tend to the garden.

charlie put up a fence in the hot of summer, and constructed a little garden for you, you two spend weekends tending to the garden, old flowers pressed between the pages of the book on your nightstand.

he comes home every night, a flower in hand to tuck behind your ear, dips you around in the kitchen as he hums a song, barefoot, and you two play house together.