#Charlie Slimecicle

[apollosmoon]

Charlie looks so silly I love him <333

Ted is finally the MilkMan!! For all your milk needs

While “Schlongrated Muskrat” looks like he’s about to open his cloak to reveal an array of illegal goods for sale

wyd if these three show up at your island and start a podcast

[cursedslimecicle]

Day 302: The Timeloop.

[mikasaackerman728]

y’all, his HAAAAANDS

i can’t breathe-

[sketchy-noodles]

THIS GOES SO HARD OMG!!!!!!!!!! THE LIGHTING IS INCREDIBLE!!!!

My artwork of @mcyt-halloween for @ghostwoodsketches!!!!! hope you like the guy :]

[teslasucks37]

CW: NSFW under the cut, violence and attraction to it, uncensored use of s!ssy (apparently it is a slur but I’m gay and nonbinary and I’m not glorifying the usage of it so I think it’s okay), sub!Charlie, slight fear during sex but he’s into it, afab!Reader (refers to themself as a “girl” like once)

A/N: I’m genuinely tweaking I need him so bad guys. This is like 1.5k words I did not mean to write this much. It also might suck but I just needed to get it out. Basically you punch someone who’s disrespecting Charlie and he thinks it’s hot and u dom him.

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Gratitude

Charlie was so cooked.

You had pushed him onto the bed harshly, straddling him and removing your shirt in the process.

You were frustrated, angry, filled with adrenaline.

He couldn’t do anything but lightly place his hands on your hips and watch awestruck as you use the fabric of your shirt to wipe off your bloody knuckles, then discarding it and turning your attention back to him.

He looked so submissive, almost shrinking under your gaze like a bug under a lifted rock.

He had almost the same look on his face when a man had come up to him outside earlier, saying something mumbled under his breath about Charlie’s black painted nails as he passed the two of them.

“Huh?” He asked, unaware of what the man had said.

You’d tightened the grip on his hand you had been holding onto during the walk.

The man chuckled, turning to look back at them. “I said you look like a sissy.”

Charlie didn’t know what to say, freezing at the insult. “I- uh-”

“You- uh- What?” The man snarked back, mocking his pause but wanting a reaction.

You narrowed your gaze, releasing Charlie’s hand and walking toward the man. “Say it again.” You said tauntingly, daring him.

The man stares at you approaching with a scoff. “I said, he looks like a si-“ CRACK.

As soon as you reach him your right hook streaks across his face, making Charlie jump.

The man folds onto the ground on his knees, groaning and holding his bleeding nose.

“You’re gonna apologize now, yeah?” You spit at him, gripping his hair and ripping his head out of his hands to turn his head to Charlie. “Or are you looking to get beat up by a girl for real?”

Blood dripps down the man’s face, trailing over his lips and down his jaw.

The entire sight made him flinch.

He had never been so turned on in his life.

Charlie was usually a pacifist, not afraid to get his hands dirty once in a while, but usually only as a last resort.

But damn if seeing you knock someone on their ass didn’t get him going.

Seeing how strong you were and how unafraid you were to show it off was something that he found so attractive he just didn’t know what to do with it.

It didn’t matter that he was bigger and probably still stronger.

Seeing you able to take care of yourself filled him with a sense of pride as well as arousal.

Charlie was too busy remembering it to notice his pants and boxer briefs were already off as well as your jeans and panties.

And you were currently lining his twitching and leaking cock up with your slit.

As he feels you slam down on it, his head reeling back and his eyes fluttering closed, a whimper falls out of his mouth.

Your lips curl into a smile at the sound.

His enjoyment wasn’t the first thing on your mind at the moment, but it certainly wasn’t the last.

As you lift yourself to bounce on his cock, you dig your nails into his abdomen, undoubtedly leaving crescents of your nails on his skin.

Another whimper emerges from his slack jaw at the slight sting.

“Yeah? Feels good, Char?” You ask, unrelenting in your pace.

He had to press his lips together to hold back an outright sob of pleasure, his lips trembling as he did.

He nods wordlessly, his hands gripping your hips for dear life to stay grounded.

Knowing what you could do to him, what you did to that guy earlier, it filled him with a sense of fear that did nothing but make him harder.

If that was even possible.

His hair is sprawled out against the mattress, fluffy and gorgeous as you ride him half an inch from his life.

His eyes flutter open every once in a while, revealing the most beautiful blue eyes looking completely glazed over with pleasure, before he squeezes them shut again.

You grin, clenching your pussy around him and picking up speed.

“You know, Char… I think you should thank me… For earlier, don’t you?” You ask through bated breath.

You want to see how far you can push him.

How much power you really have over him.

How much it really turns him on when you do this.

And you aren’t disappointed.

“Thank you…” He whispers out, low at first, shaking in place as his core tightens and his cock twitches. “Thank you…”

You can feel his familiar breathing pattern under your hands, knowing he’s gonna cum soon.

“Thank you~” Charlie whines, wrenching his eyes open to gaze at you as he feels his balls tighten in preparation. “Thank you~”

He’s met with you smiling outright, basking in how cute his voice was.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you-” He chants, practically crying out as he scrunches his eyes closed again and his head presses back into the mattress.

You have to bite your lip to stifle your own moans. “Cum for me, Charlie~”

“Thank you… Thank… You- Fuuuuckk!” His fingers around your hips pull you down on him as wanton moans fall from his lips.

You can feel Charlie’s orgasm spurt into you, his entire body shivering and convulsing beneath you as you cum in tandem.

His grip on your hips loosens and then slides off completely, flopping lifelessly onto the bed.

“Thank you…” He murmurs, delirious from pleasure. “Thank you…”

Charlie looks absolutely fucked out.

You slowly get off of him, feeling his cum leak out and fall onto his abdomen.

He whimpers at the sensation, panting and mumbling as he slowly comes down from his high. “Thank you…”

Laying down next to him, you push a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

He turns his head slowly, blinking his eyes open to glance sleepily at you. “Thank you~”

He gives you a lopsided grin as you cup his cheek in your hand.

“I love you~”

“I love you, Charlie.” You smile back, snuggling into him.

He places a hand on your waist and just breathes.

Charlie has never felt more safe.

He’s never felt more cared for.

More protected.

God he loves you so fucking much.

[doubledizzy1258]

scrolling through my favorites on tiktok..

gulp...

[lanadoeswriting]

charlie x reader hcs where the reader loves books and to read

like how reader will gush over the newest book theyre reading and charlie listens AND ASKS QUESTIONS, he might even read a book you recommend to him, comforting you (and trying not to laugh, youre just so sweet) when you cry over a book

ugh i need this

BOOKWORM HCS

its a love story, baby, just say yes

pairings: charlie slimecicle x bookish!reader

tw: fluff, swearing, mention of death

a/n: SGHIUHFIAJDJSFGV I LOVE THIS IDEA SM. especially cause im an extreme book reader myself (ROMANCE BOOKS, ANYONE?) and i just finished reading rwrb. love this. need this.

is listening to every single detail about you book like hes at a slumber party. hes so invested.

"and then, he killed the guy who tried to touch her."

"HE DID WHAT???"

"YEAH, that was my reaction!"

atp hes reading the book w you.

like you will be in the kitchen reading your book and he will be reading it w you over your shoulder.

and then you have to spend like 5 minutes explaining the trilogy and backstory in the book while he nods along and listens while asking like 100,000 questions bc hes trying to wrap his head around it.

runs into your room holding one of your spicy books like.

"ohhhhhhhhh, we should try this one."

if you take him w you while going book shopping, it goes a little bit like this:

"oh, this one looks cool. did you read it?"

"yeah, that ones about a girl getting kidnapped and having sex with the kidnapper."

"NEVERMIND-"

trying to balance books in his hands while you pick out more books for yourself, but hes happy to see you happy, at least!

if your ever crying over a book your reading he will be like hugging you and trying to comfort you. and stifling laughter as he does

but also trying to read the book over your shoulder just to find out it was the book he was caught up in.

"are you okay, sweetheart? im sorry- wait, did they break up?"

"YES."

"are you FUCKING KIDDING ME? BUT THEY WERE SO GOOD TOGETHER."

is sobbing with you now.

half of your texts are like a book club trying to discuss what the fuck just happened inside your book.

[nifty1520]

Finally listened to the final episode of chuckle sandwich and god damn. Going from the absolute insanity and hilariousness of the chuckle dungeon to them saying their goodbyes was brutal. I was surprised by how sad I got during Charlie's section (prarasocial parasocial parasocial).

o7 chuckle sandwich, maybe the sandwich was the chuckles we made along the way ...

EVERYONE GO WATCH JUST ROLL WITH IT THE ABSURDLY POWERFUL DND POD- *explodes*

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

In the Summertime

Charlie (Slimecicle) x afab!reader Summary: Charlie meets a girl at the beach that he's smitten with. She offers to show him the ropes to cure his anxieties. He's left confused and wanting, unsure what to do. Warnings: reader is called girl often, talks of and illusions to sex. This will probably turn into a bit of a series.

The sun beat down on Charlie as he jogged along the path, the pleasant sound of the waves crashing filling his ears as he breathes deeply. It was much nicer running here than around the grey suburbs of his family home, at least he could find this one positive. While all his friends had headed into the city together, to bunk up in a shitty motel they scrounged the money together for, he was spending his summer before college with his family.

Albeit it was at the beach, in a much nicer resort than the sleeping bag setups he's been getting sent pictures of, he would still rather be there. As much as he loved his parents, holidays with them are just boring when you're 18.

He's an adult now, as he reminded his mother countless times when she had mentioned their plans, but as much as he wanted to he couldn't say no when he saw the devastation on her face. He felt like a dick for even considering it.

So here he was now, leaning on a fence as he catches his breathe from his run, sweat dripping down his forehead as he gazes out at the ocean, the sun beating down behind him. It really was lovely. Lovely enough to distract him from the nerves that had been bubbling away in him for months now at the thought of starting uni.

"Oi!" a voice calls out, causing Charlie to jump as he looks around frantically for the sound of the yelling. "Oi," there it was again, "move!" What was going on?

"Down here," the voice calls again, and Charlie looks down over the fence, down the man made rock wall separating the path above the beach below, to find a girl looking up at him. She's lounging on a beach town, bikini doing very little to cover her up as she pushes her sunglasses up on her forehead, "you're blocking my sun!"

Charlie just stares down at her, confused and flustered at the pretty girl looking up at him, "what?"

She sighs and stands up, slightly closer to Charlie now as she stares up at him, watching the boy struggle to keep his gaze respectful, "the sun dude," she drawls lazily as she waves him down, "either come down here or keep running."

Charlie watches wordlessly as the girl lays back down, propping herself up on her elbows as she waits for him to move. He nods dumbly as he climbs the small fence and jumps down the few meters, landing with a soft thud as the girl smiles happily, slipping her sunnies on and laying back down, "that's better."

He watches her, mouth ajar, as she settles back down, trying to keep his eyes from trailing down her body, to her smooth legs as they lay stretched on her towel.

"I would've been pissed if you had stolen my last bit of sun," she laughs as she ever so slightly turns her head to look at Charlie, he can feel her gaze through her sunnies. All he can do is mumble a small sorry as he stands there awkwardly, not sure what to do with his hands.

She lets out a small breathe of a laugh as she stretches her arm out above her head, arching her back slightly. He feels his mouth go dry as he watches her, forcing his brain to focus as she speaks, "good run?"

All he can do is nod dumbly as he digs his hands into his pockets, adjusting his loose running shorts subtly in a hope to hide his interest in the unnamed girl laying in front of him.

She laughs angelically as she takes her sunnies off, tossing them in her bag as she turns slowly onto her stomach, running her hand down her side to adjust her bikini bottoms as she smirks at him. He has to hold back a groan as he takes in her backside in the skimpy bikini.

"You can sit down if you like?" she says sweetly as she turns her head to him, laying on her crossed arms, "I won't bite unless you ask nicely."

His face heats up as he sits down next to her, crossing his legs awkwardly as he shoves his hands in his lap, fiddling with his fingers.

"You got a name?" she asks as she studies him.

"Charlie," he replies shyly as he looks out at the water.

"Charlie," she repeats smoothly, the sound dripping off her tongue like honey, "I'm Y/N"

It's quiet for a moment as the gears turn in his brain, struggling to think of something to say. He's not used to talking to girls, much less pretty girls who are laying half naked next to him. It makes his chest feel tight with anxiety.

"You from around here?" she asks breaking him out of his spiral. She hasn't taken her eyes off him since she flipped onto her stomach and he's struggling to decide if that's a good thing or a bad one.

He shakes his head. "No?" she clarifies, as she lifts herself up on her elbow, moving to rest her head on her hand, shifting so she can catch his eye and tug his gaze back to her. "Holiday then?"

He nods, swallowing hard.

"Me too," she says as she smiles at him, "I love the beach."

He hums as he takes her in; her face flushed from the heat, dark freckles dotting her nose and cheeks, making it clear she's been out in the sun a fair bit. Her hair is wild, a crazy frizz falling around her face, clearly being ruffled by the salty water and humid air. She looks like she belongs here.

She bites her lip gently before releasing it from her teeth, running her tongue over it, "here with friends then? One last hurrah before Uni?"

He shakes his head, "family," he mumbles back, finally finding his voice.

She shakes her head and makes a tsk noise a few times as she laughs softly, "that's less fun. Harder to get girls with your family in the other room."

"That's not much of an issue for me," he says before he can even think about the words coming out of his mouth.

"What? You don't get girls?"

He shakes his head, feeling his face burn with embarrassment as it fully processes what he just admitted. He turns back to the water and can't help but think how nice it would be right now to just launch himself into it and let the waves carry him away.

"Don't worry," she says giving him a soft sweet smile as she tries to reassure him, "you'll have time for all that at uni."

"Yeah or I'll loose my virginity and do so badly that she'll tell everyone and I'll be a sexual pariah for 4 years," he says, barely taking a breath as his anxious thoughts poor out of him.

There's a thick silence that falls between them at his Charlie closes his eyes, cursing himself, praying he accidentally sat himself down in quick sand so the ground will swallow him whole. He can feel Y/N's gorgeous eyes piercing into the side of his head as his heart beats loudly in his chest. What the fuck is wrong with him, he curses himself for even coming down here to talk to you let alone saying that.

"You're really stressed about this huh?" you ask softly bringing him back from reality. He turns to find you sitting next to him, legs bent under you as you kneel, giving him a soft, worried look as you take in his anxious state. You don't even know the guy but god it makes your heart ache the way he's working himself up over this.

His heart stops as he notices how close you are, eyes dropping to your lips ever so briefly before he meets your gaze again. The pure concern in your expression makes him falter. He expected you to just get up and leave, you didn't know each other after all. Instead you're sitting so close to him, peering into his soul with that sweet, worried look. He sighs and nods as he runs a shaky hand through his hair, "it's just another thing to stress about."

She studies him for a moment before shrugging, that concern for him still written across her face "you've still got time before uni to learn."

"Learn what?" he asks confused.

"How to have sex," she says blunty, her concerned look dropping for a sweet smile as she bites back the smirk that wants to appear on her lips when she sees the shocked look on his face.

"What?!"

"Yeah," she shrugs, "shack up with someone while you're here, get it out of the way."

"What!?" he repeats again, gob smacked she's saying this all so casually.

"I know its not ideal but at least that way you can check it off the bucket list," she says as she moves to sit back down on her towel, leaning back on her arms as she stretches her legs out in front of her, "at least you'll have some experience."

He stares at her, open mouth as he takes in what she's saying, "that's insane."

"Is it?" she asks as she looks out at the water, brushing her hair back out of her face, "I know all the shows say that like you gotta loose it to the love of your life or whatever but like," she turns to meet his gaze as she shrugs, scrunching her nose up slightly, "it's just sex. "

"Well sure..." he says as he swallows hard, blinking rapidly as he holds her gaze, "sure I guess but like, who would I even do it with?"

"I don't know..." she says chewing her lip softly again, "find some girl."

"Yeah? Like who?" he asks, mouth going dry as his eyes betray him and dart down to her smooth outstretched legs.

"I'm a girl aren't I?"

His eyes shoot back up to her, mouth dropping open as he stares at her in shock, struggling to process what she just implied. Is she saying what he thinks she is? He only finds his words again when she stands up, grabbing her towel from under her.

"What?" he asks, going to reach out to take her hand but forcing himself to hold back

"I said I'm a girl ar-"

"I heard what you said!" he cuts her off as he shakes his head, trying to will himself to stand up, to be face to face with her again, but his body denies him that, "I just don't understand."

She bends over, back to Charlie as she digs her sunnies out again from her bag, feeling the gaze of the boy sitting behind her on her body as she laughs to herself, "I'll help you if you want."

"You'll help me?!" he says shocked, unable to stop himself from taking advantage of her attention being focused elsewhere to admire her body shamelessly. Her legs seem to stretch on forever, he wants nothing more than to reach out and place his hand on her, feel how soft she is under his touch. He tries to stop himself from staring at her ass, but he can't help it when she's bent over like that. He can feel himself twitching in his pants as he admires how she looks in her bikini bottoms, the ties on the side just begging him to undo one.

"Yeah" she shrugs, as she stands up straight, adjusting her bikini top and smirking when Charlie's eyes follow her hands, "you seem like you need it."

He watches her fold up her towel and grab her bag, scrambling to stand up as she gathers her stuff. He stands there dumbly, hands awkwardly by her side as he watches her turn towards the stares. "What? Now?"

She laughs and shakes her head, "not now," she trudges through the sand, even the ungraceful movements don't quell Charlie's desires, "I have to get going."

He doesn't know what to say as he watches her slip her shirt on over her bikini top when she reaches the stairs, much to his disappointment. She turns back to him, adjusting the bag on shoulder as she smiles at him. "I'll be back here for the next few days probably," she says nonchalantly as Charlie feels his heart race at the sweet smile on her face.

She turns away from him and saunters up the stairs, leaving Charlie to desperately clamber over to catch the last glimpse of her as she walks away. His knees go week as he looks up at her, sauntering up the stairs, her hips swaying as she turns to look over her shoulder and smile down at him.

"Think about it."

And with that she's gone. Leaving Charlie with a racing heart and a raging hard on.

[feigningroyalty]

JRWI Riptide e79: Regrets & Reflection

1:44:55

Gillion's Monologue

[cursedslimecicle]

Day 303: The Timeloop.

[teslasucks37]

Every time he puts his fingers on his lips I think about him putting his fingers on my lips

I’m leaving this here, goodnight..

[cowprintsillies]

[codacontainmentbreach]

and the award for biggest BPD-haver goes to

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(alt version w a bit more colour / different scars)

[teslasucks37]

CW: NSFW under the cut (MDNI), fem presenting reader (mentions of feminine clothing but no specific genitalia or pronouns), mentions of sex but not explicit I think?

A/N: I’m pumping these out to procrastinate finishing my actual fic about him. I also don’t know what to call this cause it’s just Charlie liking certain clothes on you.

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Clothing Kink Hcs???

So we know Charlie cares a lot about his clothes.

And spends a lot of money on good clothes that will last that he can re-wear.

So you can’t tell me he wouldn’t have some kind of thing with the clothes you wear too.

He’d probably melt if he saw you wearing strappy lingerie that he literally ends up snapping just cause he can’t figure out how to undo it.

Or if you wear a sexy short dress with heels to an event that has him pulling you into the nearest single stall bathroom to lift up the hem of your dress and press his very prominent erection against your thigh.

Or one of his baggy shirts with nothing else but panties that he has to tug to the side as he bends you over the kitchen counter.

Or a pretty silk robe that leaves just enough to the imagination for him to feel compelled to reach out and peel the fabric back just for curiosity’s sake.

God help you if you wear any clothes honestly.

He’ll try to only take off what’s blocking his access cause he likes how the fabrics look on you.

Not that he doesn’t love your body.

He just likes the feeling of unwrapping you like a present.

Where his real gift is your perfect body.