Could you make more content featuring Charlie from Smiling Friends as a boyfriend or something like that?
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Always 💛🧡💛 decided to expand on my headcanon from the original post about gaming with Charlie 😁 time for some boyfriend fluff just for you 🤭 this gif is the vibes for y’all I’d say hehe~ (will take down if requested!!)
Fighting Dirty- Charlie Dompler x F!Gamer!Reader
Warnings: Language, slightly suggestive
“Mario Kart? Come on, babe, that’s so corny. What about Grand Strategy IV? Or even League? We can tag team!”
“League?” You replied, half-incredulous, half-teasing. “Fucking League? No thanks, I’m done with the creeps on there.”
“Well, that was on you for putting ‘Lady’ in your username,” he retorted with a shrug, tugging his hoodie up over his head.
“Don’t you even—”
“I’m kidding!” Charlie leaned away from your hands before they could take his shoulders in their death grip. He enjoyed the feeling of that plenty of times, but not when you were mad. “I’m just messing with you, babe, I swear. Kinda makes you wanna channel that rage into a game though, huh?”
“I’ve been grinding on Task Force Seven all week,” you told him, “I’m sick of war games. That whole company, really. And you’re just scared I’ll beat your ass.”
One accusing point of your finger into his chest, one tiny point of skin contact, was all it took for your boyfriend to cave completely, his attempt at a manly stance—well, seat—deflating back to shrimp posture. Grinning, you leaned forward on the bed until your nose gently touched his. "I'm not hearing a no..."
"Because you already know the answer," he spoke your name in his same nonchalant tone, but you caught the way it lowered, knew exactly what that meant after long enough with Charlie, "That I'll take you down."
"Be my guest," you said, tossing the other controller onto his lap and watching it slide down the soft grey of his tank top before he plucked it up.
"Oh, I will. I'm gonna be, like, your best guest."
"What?" The laugh burst out before you could stop it and practically simultaneously with the word.
"I dunno, just let me kick your ass," he said, bare shoulder butting yours.
You butted his back, grinning and scrolling your joystick down to the game you knew your boyfriend would let you have your way on. As it pulled up, you scooted back along the bed, foot briefly catching Charlie’s rumpled comforter, and back up into him. He spread his legs as if on instinct, letting you settle with your back to his chest.
“Won’t it be hard for me to see—”
You wiggled your butt in closer against him, leaning your head back onto his exposed arm. “Do you want me to move?”
“No, absolutely not, this feels really good. It’s fine.”
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“Ha ha!” You cried your victory yet again, heart slamming with the thrill of edging just so slightly into victory. Poor Charlie wasn’t standing a chance, at least not until that round when he’d almost won and you got just enough boost to slip past him and seal a near-photo finish.
“Yeah, you won again. You know you only beat me three times because you’re cheating, right?”
“What do you mean?” You asked, swiveling your head practically upside down to make any semblance of eye contact with your boyfriend. Three games later and you were nestled there still, slumped so his shorter form could capture your head beneath his and cozy despite the faint sticky sheen of your mingled sweat that held your back against his chest and belly. “I’m just playing the game, Charlie. You saw me. No codes, no mods. I mean, I know I modded Stardew Valley, but Mario Kart?”
“Yeah, see, you’re— you modded fucking Stardew Valley?”
“Just to get the mine elevator, nothing else,” you all but puppy-dog-eyed him. “Although have you seen the Baldur’s Gate shit they made?”
“Don’t try to distract me by being adorable, I know what you’re doing.”
“I’m just playing some games with my boyfriend,” you sweetened your voice as much as you could, wrapping one arm around his, “But if you think I’m doing something, try counterattacking it next round.”
Charlie squeezed your hand, then gently untangled your arms, taking up his controller once more; you felt him withdraw slightly from against you, realized he was straightening a bit and did the same, slotting back against him almost as perfectly as you had before.
“I do like that, though. Little nesting doll, little babushka or whatever. Who needs a pillow when you have a girlfriend?” Charlie murmured cozily, chest thrumming against your back as his voice rang out. “Can I pick the next map?”
He chose Bowser’s Castle, a move you suspected was influenced by that ominous wizard’s tower he’d visited last week at work. And maybe because he wanted to trip you up with the anti-gravity. Well, not today! You were feeling yourself just as much as him, and two could quite literally play at that game.
You got off to a great boost, quickly zipping down the lane and avoiding your first obstacle; wiggling a bit, you sunk in further against Charlie and planted your ass firmly as you could down on the bed as if holding your full weight could weigh down your kart, too.
“See,” GAME PAUSED, “There you go again, I see what you’re doing! Why don’t you just blue-shell me like most girlfriends instead of blue-balling me?”
Tilting your head backwards again, you smiled and fluttered your lashes. “You think that’s my plan?”
“I know it is. I figured it out! You always move around and distract me right before I’m gonna crash into something.”
“If that’s my move,” your saccharine smile rose on one side to a smirk, “Then what’s your counterattack?”
This time it was Charlie’s full weight bringing you down, more specifically pouncing on you and shifting you to your back. Controllers dropped, abandoned, and forgotten, his strong yellow hands curled around your wrists. Not enough to hurt you, but just enough that you’d have to fight to get him off you. But where was the fun in that? Nonexistent, not when Charlie’s gaze bore down upon you so intently, his nose inching closer to yours, tilting…
“I can fight dirty, too, you know,” he whispered, his lips falling onto yours.
At home in an instant, yours picked up the pace, tasting a remaining hint of salt from the chips you’d shared earlier. When Charlie’s tongue slid to the corner of your mouth you acquiesced immediately, hands pinned but legs free, free and swinging up to wrap around your boyfriend’s midsection and pull his hips into yours.
It was only when you finally pulled apart for air, face flushed and hands released, that music drifted back into your ears.
“Wait, wha— No.”
That little shit had started the game back up, half-laying on top of you and leaving you panting and straddling from below as he grabbed for his controller for dear life and started sailing forward with annoyingly skillful timing.
“I said what I said,” Charlie grinned at you with a shrug, this time using his locked position to tug your hips a bit closer beneath him, “You fight dirty, so do I.”
“Oh my god!” You burst out laughing beneath him, sweaty and swollen in the lips and just shaking your head incredulously as your hand slapped over the sheets for the sensation of plastic again, “I hate you!”
“Love you too!”
Shaking your head, you finally felt the edge of your controller with your fingertips, not that you could hardly see the screen from on your back, not without craning your neck like a freak. And a freak you were, for crane you did.
“You’re lucky I love you so much, Charlie.”
“God,” he said, tone suddenly shifted to a near/breath of awe, “Don’t I know it.”
This is amazing!
