#starlie

[rocknluvy]

charlie headcanons !

i like to think of him as half-native, specifically apache

"nuwanda" still racist tho

was never a ‘good’ student but got decent to good grades until like ? 7th grade bc adhd

started smoking around 8th grade and feels like he can't stop bc oral fixation

oldest and only son. has a younger sister 

also his mom was teen pregnant with him and thats why his parents had to get married x

his parents weren't really into the emotional part of being parents

writes a ton of sappy poetry he never shares with anybody

genderqueer and or gnc (i still like to use he/him bc pronouns ≠ gender)

also bisexual 

LOVES flirting n making out n all that stuff . it’s his favorite pastime

gets in fights every now and again bc hes a hothead, but other than that he is basically everyone’s best friend

or at least he makes everyone feel like theyre bestfriends 

switches to a first-name-basis with keating

loves music and has a talent for playing just about any instrument he picks up 

except the piano he hates pianos for some reason 

i really like the idea of him becoming a musician or artist of some kind

love language is physical touch. followed by quality time n words of affirmation

he says almost everything that crosses his mind

the type of guy to say incredibly sweet n profound shit without realizing

it gets drowned out by all the dumb shit he says tho

coffee drinker, but the kind of pretentious one where he only really drinks espressos and other ‘authentic’ coffee.

not his fault he was raised by pretentious assholes 

around the time of graduating welton he got disowned by his parents and was homeless for a while. 

hes DESTINED to be a single teen girl dad. at least for a little bit then he can get a coparent boyfriend but for alteast it’s just him and his lil girl

gets hyperfixated on random things often so has a bunch of random skills varying in usefulness 

like cooking ? good, he should know how to cook. piercing ? not very useful and kinda expensive 

etc etc

gets a couple piercings (and tattoos) himself bc ofc he does

likes giving his friends piercings and thinks it’s a great flirting ‘hook’

imean it worked with meeks so ig hes right  ...

i take headcanon and one-shot requests btw 

[cowboylexapro]

hc todd and meeks became the masters of the toads and frogs in weltons lake and they show their froggie and toadie friends to their bfs like a lil friend prize

[daveys-sister]

Meeks: I'm trash. Charlie: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you? Meeks:

Meeks: *squeak*

[plushvie]

some dps as texts i found on pinterest

anderperry

knox and chris

charlie and cameron

pittsie (always blue text)

meeks and charlie

[stevenmeekslover]

Asigning songs to different dps ships

Todd & Neil - Icarus & Apollo - ripto

Meeks & Charlie - I don't smoke -Mitski

Meeks & Pitts - Be My Baby - The Ronettes

Chris & Ginny - Chemtrails Over The Country Club - Lana Del Ray

[lady-morrigen]

xo - s.h.

kinktober/freaky fall prompt: teasing

pairing: steve harrington x oc charlie myers

rating: e; 18+ only

warnings: teasing, smut (p in v sex, handjob), cuddling

His whine was almost pathetic, a small, desperate thing as his thick fingers dug painfully into Charlie’s hips, begging her to keep moving. She chuckled then, deep and throaty, as she lifted off of him, hovering just out of reach of his thrusting hips. She hadn’t let him remove his boxers yet, insisting on working him up slowly until he lost all sense of self-control. 

“Please.” His voice was raspy, a tinge of anguish wavering at the edge. Strands of her long, chestnut hair tickled his hands as they hovered by the small of her back. 

“I didn’t tell you that you could touch me yet, Steve.”

She moved to get off of his lap, a smirk playing at her lips as she shifted to his side. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Please, I promise I’ll be good.” His eyes, nearly black with need, stared up at her, wet and pleading.

With a laugh, she shuffled down the bed, bracing her hands on his freckled thighs, and peering up at him from under her long lashes. 

“I’ll take it easy on you,” she said, breath fanning over the length of his bulge, “if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.”

He swallowed thickly, his eyes locked on the distance between her lips and the straining fabric, and nodded. Charlie hummed her approval and his hips bucked toward her mouth of their own accord. Not wanting to keep him waiting for too long, she began to gently walk her fingers along the length of him, stopping before she reached the tip, and walking them back down, excruciatingly slow. Gripping his hips, she followed the path her fingers had taken, tracing her nose over the underside of his cock.

When she noticed the dark blue spot staining the fabric, she placed a delicate, lingering kiss there. Sparing a look up for his reaction, she saw Steve’s gaze glued to the ceiling, his bottom lip clenched tightly between his teeth. 

“Oh, Stevie,” she tutted. “What do you want me to do for you, baby?”

“Touch me” His voice was shaky, barely more than a whisper. "Please.”

Her fingers worked deftly, undoing the buttons on the fly of his boxers, taking him in hand and gently pulling him through the opening. The whispered curses tumbling from his lips spurred her on as she slowly stroked him, rolling her palm over his leaking tip with each pass. His breathing became more erratic, his fingers flexing as he fought the urge to touch her. His head pressed deeper into the pillow, the tendons of his neck straining as she added another hand, moving them in opposite directions, pumping him faster.

“Fuck, baby… I need more.”

She let go, ignoring his petulant whine as she crawled up the length of his body, placing a finger to his lips. She kissed him once, twice, three times, her lips lingering against his just long enough to leave him chasing her for more. She pulled his plump lower lip between her teeth, tugging gently, and lowered herself onto his lap once more. 

She slowly slid her slick folds along the now bare skin of his throbbing length. The growl that ripped through his chest let her know that his control was slipping. Charlie sped up the movement of her hips, getting lost in the sensation of the head of his cock brushing against her clit at just the right angle. 

Deciding she’d teased him long enough, she leaned forward, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss, grinding on him at a desperate pace and whimpering against his mouth. 

“Steve… oh God, Steve. Touch me. Please.”

Before she knew what was happening, Charlie had been flipped onto her back, Steve hovering over her, the blunt tip of him notched at her entrance. He pushed in slightly, pulling back to run himself through her folds, slapping himself against her clit before pushing further inside. She kicked at the sheets that tangled at her ankles, allowing herself to fully open up for him, and situating her head against the plush pillows.

Shudders racked through both of them at the feeling of him fully seating himself inside of her. His forehead dropped to hers, sweaty strands of his messy hair falling into her eyes, as his hand gently cupped her cheek. They lay there like that for a moment, completely still, reveling in the feeling of their connected bodies, their breath mingling through a half dozen almost-kisses.

When he began to move inside her, she hooked her ankles behind his thighs, angling her hips to take him deeper and deeper still, nails raking over the plump flesh of his backside as she moved against him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, biting and sucking tiny purple bruises into her skin, savoring the salty taste of her on his tongue. 

They began to move in tandem, their bodies seeming to be so in tune with each other that it was hard to decipher where one began and the other ended. 

Steve canted his hips slightly, bringing one hand up to cup her breast, twisting and pinching her pebbled nipple between his thick fingertips. The other firmly gripped the back of her thigh, shifting it higher on his hip, sure to leave bruises for her to find in the morning. From this new angle he brushed against that spongy spot inside of her, far beyond her own reach, making her feel like she had been struck by lightning. 

Her toes curled, legs tightening their grip on his thighs, and she buried a hand in his hair, keeping his face pressed into her neck. She felt him smile against her, wicked and mischievous, before he raked his teeth over her sensitive skin, nibbling softly at her collarbone. She arched her back, pushing him impossibly deeper inside of her, a choked sob escaping her as she dug her nails painfully into the meat of his ass, using the grip to guide him back and forth, over and over the spot that made her see stars until she was sure she would crumble to dust beneath him. 

Charlie felt her release building low in her gut, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment. Mouthing over her jaw, he placed a sloppy kiss to her mouth, whining against her lips when he felt her tighten around him. His hips snapped against hers, setting an erratic pace that let her know he was just as close to coming undone as she was. 

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. He tugged her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking lightly, kissing her again. “Let go for me.”

Every muscle in her body felt like it was wound tight enough to snap. Unable to form words, her moans crescendoed into a high pitched whine as she shattered around him. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded her body and she felt the tension in her limbs begin to melt away into something warm and utterly divine. She kissed him again, slow and lazy, relinquishing her grip on his ass to tangle both hands in the damp hair at the nape of his neck. His hips stilled, pressing deeper, his own broken moans filling the room as he spilled inside her. 

Reluctantly, Charlie extracted herself from Steve, tiptoeing to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When she returned, she found him sprawled on his stomach, face smushed into the pillow, an arm stretched over the empty space of the bed, waiting on her to fill it.

She had to stifle a giggle at the sight of Steve’s bare ass on display, his boxers having been shed sometime in the midst of their fun. She gave his cheek a little slap and he jumped, sitting up to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her down onto the bed in a fit of giggles. He threw a muscular leg over her thigh, using the arm wrapped around her waist to pull her against him, and buried his face in her neck.

They stayed like that for a while, too content to bask in the feeling of being in each others’ arms to shift into a more comfortable position. Charlie petted the silky strands of Steve’s hair from his forehead, listening contentedly to his breathing as it slowed, syncing with hers, until they both fell into a peaceful sleep.

(dividers by @saradika)

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[sweet-star-sketches]

Doodle from October 31st, 2023 I did this specifically to send in an ask but I might as well upload it here too. Trick-or-Treat for a little ghostie (Ghost Starlie) c: Happy Halloween everybody!

[arachidenitida]

meeks loves take photos of his friends and his favourite subject is charlie

"meeks, stop taking me photos for god sake, im trying to relax"

"but you're so photogenic, just pretend I'm not here!"

*charlie secretly loves it 😶‍🌫️*

[luminarysoulwhispers]

WHO DECIDED THAT A GOOD NAME FOR CHARLIE/STEVEN SHIP IS " DEEKS"

Why. just. WHY.

[peachy-doodles]

Hello, Larry Lovers....

[joltheh]

Regigigigigigi 🤖🏔️

[rocknluvy]

charlie: i think we should kiss.

meeks: and i think you should die, but we don’t always get what we want.

(and then they kiss 𖹭)

[cowboylexapro]

charlie: ohhhhhhh meeksie! look! mistletoe! you know what that means!

meeks:

meeks: charles im not kissing you under a parasite

[butt-berry]

Route 1 birds 🦉

[amfmrdo]

[munna-sato]

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