#Charlie Slimecicle

[teslasucks37]

do you think that maybe just maybe perhaps you could do some domcicle hcs or a fic with maybe perhaps some animalistic noises such as snarling maybe pretty please??

CW: So much NSFW below the cut (MDNI), Hair pulling, Light Slapping, Growling, Rough Sex, Choking, Facefucking, Degradation, Breeding Kink, A Little Aftercare <3, afab!Reader, HardDom!Charlie, Sub!Reader

A/N: Holy moly… Heheheh�� *rubs mosquito hands together*

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Hard Dom Hcs

Charlie isn’t often very rough with you.

But when you’ve been asking him repeatedly to do so for days, to a point where you purposely piss him off, just so he’ll take it out on you, there’s not much he can do but give you what you both want.

You’re on your knees for him, his cock running over your tongue with the back of your head pressed against the wall of his office.

His hands are tangled in your hair, keeping you in place against the wall as he ruts his hips against you to shove his cock further down your throat.

“Couldn’t even wait…” He growls out, his forehead leaning onto the wall to keep him upright.

“I told you… I would do it once I finished editing.” Charlie grips your throat with his free hand, before moving his other hand in your hair to the back of your neck, pulling you further into his cock.

His tip hits the back of your throat, making you cough and tears prick the corners of your eyes, but you keep going.

As if you would want to stop now.

You can do nothing but breathe around him when you can, being a nice little hole for him.

“You love being my dirty slut, don’t you…” He rasps out rhetorically, not expecting an answer from your pretty mouth which is already in use.

But he doesn’t get one from your lips, he gets his answer from your hands working between your thighs.

Charlie pulling his cock out of your mouth and pulling you up to your feet by your hair and neck.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch yourself after you’ve been such a brat.” He snarls out, a palm slapping both your cheeks to discipline you, soft enough not to hurt too bad, but hard enough to make your thighs clench together.

You just smile lightly at him, drool and saliva streaming down your chin.

His facade of anger cracks for a moment, letting the smallest twinge of a smile in his face, before he’s shoving you onto the couch at the back wall of the room.

Nudging your legs apart with his knees, he settles behind you, pressing your face down into the couch before you can even get your bearings.

Your face was smushed into the cushions, moaning and gasping as Charlie slid his cock inside you in one swift motion. “Char- Charlie-”

“You’re gonna scream for me, baby~” He mumbles, pressing you further into the couch with his body weight, bottoming out entirely and knocking his tip against your cervix.

“Ahh!”

It hurt so good, feeling him reach that deep inside you.

His pace is absolutely unrelenting.

Charlie pistons his hips into you so face you don’t have time to register how long the pressure on your cervix withdraws before another shock of pained pleasure shoots through your core.

You can feel your throat burn as you scream and whine in pleasure, but you’re unable to stop.

His thighs slap against your ass, pounding you into the couch.

“Yeah, you fucking like that.” He says almost like it’s a command, affirming it with a harsh smack to your ass.

Tears stream down your face, catching and falling into your open mouth, upturned in a wide and crazy smile.

His hands grip your hair, pulling it before shoving your face down into the couch. “Such a fucking whore, are you gonna cum?”

You clench your jaw shut, biting down on the fabric of the couch as you feel your own drool wet it.

You couldn’t even feel your orgasm until it was crashing over you, making your legs shake as you heard liquid spraying out around Charlie’s cock.

Was that you?

You felt so good, like you weren’t even in your own body.

Your moans felt muffled and hazy in your own mind.

But your fucked out state didn’t mean he was going to stop, in fact he went harder.

Through the haze you could hear him, desperate and growling as his grip on your hair moved to grip your ass, pulling you back onto him.

Charlie’s thrusts reached a practically inhuman speed, sending you over the edge once again.

How you managed to cum so fast in what seemed like seconds was beyond you.

Everything besides him was beyond you.

Your limbs were jelly in his grip, numb and hanging limply as he just kept fucking you.

He bent over your shoulder, biting down on it and making you whimper.

“Such a good little hole for me~”

Charlie was your everything, your god, the only one that could ever make you feel this good.

Your jaw went slack as sounds released themselves from between your lips without any effort, simply falling from your lungs like an instant response.

Your eyes rolled back before fluttering closed.

Another orgasm?

You couldn’t tell anymore.

Everything between your legs was nothing but cum and pleasure.

You were just a hole for him, a place for him to get off whenever he needed.

You hope when he cums he cums inside you.

And like a fucking mind reader, he locks his arm around your neck and whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna pump you full.”

You feel an aching in your womb that longs for him.

“Oh, you’re clenching so tight around me… You want that?” He teases, slowing for a moment, enough to regain a fraction of your shattered mind. “You wanna make me a daddy?”

“Mhm~” You murmur lamely, pressing your face closer to his.

Charlie tightens his arm around your neck, a moan turning into a feral growl as he regains his ravishing speed.

The small glimmer of real consciousness that returned to you fizzles out almost as quickly as it came.

He hisses in breaths before groaning them out as he pounds your pussy, mumbling nonsense between them.

“Gonna take such good care of you…”

“Make you so happy…”

Charlie’s eyes are glazed over, daydreaming.

He knows he doesn’t have to be worried about cumming inside you, but it’s the thought that counts.

And thinking about cumming inside you is driving him crazy.

Your brain feels like complete mush.

You can barely feel it as you squirt around him again, your vision going white with pleasure.

Charlie’s hips stutter, rutting against your shaking thighs.

The skin of them sticks together from sweat and cum.

His cock twitches and tenses inside you, spilling his load as he pants, his head falling forward in exhaustion. “Hah, hah, hahhh~”

You babble helplessly underneath him, your lungs no longer working overtime to breathe.

You’re not sure what you’re trying to say, maybe your vocal cords still have to readjust to being quiet again.

Charlie’s entire office smells like sex.

The couch is completely soaked with your cum.

He pulls out slowly, watching his cum drool out of your stretched pussy.

Panting slowly, Charlie lifts you from under your waist, wrapping an arm around your stomach and turning you to face him slowly.

Your head lolls back as you shiver and whine at the forced movement on your aching muscles.

“Come here, baby~” He mumbles gently, lying back where you had been and placing you on his chest.

Charlie’s hands pet your hair, keeping it out of your face as he presses kisses to your forehead.

“Did so good…”

You can feel his cum leaking out of you.

The sensation makes you grin.

“You okay, angel?” He asks, cupping your face fondly, wiping the drying tears from your cheeks.

You nod, it’s all you can manage right now.

The two of you lay there, before you managed to mumble a single sentence.

“All… According… To plan.”

The two of you giggle and hold each other, planting kisses on his neck as he massages your weak limbs.

[melxdigz]

Reminding you guys that this happened.

[southerngothhorror]

@stairstothe7th

(only reblogging this for my mutual)

i’m going to leave this here. goodnight everyone, i will be heading to bed. thank you charlie slimecicle for being so so handsome.

[schlattslambo]

neighbor schlatt being really loud one day, you guys have NEVER talked or spoke once and when you knock on his door and see a big huge man with mutton chops looking down at you, you literally feel like disappearing and feel extremely awkward asking him to politely keep it down, he’s just standing there kind of staring and apologizing and when he sees you suddenly another day he gets a really good look at you and finds you being his exact type and goes in for it and asks you on a little date as a ‘apology’

omg stop this is so cute!!! also i know schlatt doesnt live in an apartment but it works for this so shush

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“that’s a stupid card! how could that have won?!”

“fuck you mika! you cheating son of a bitch!!”

the words are slightly muffled, but they’re loud enough that they’re able to distract you from your book. it’s your only day off this week, and you just wanted to relax and read. but your neighbor decided that it was time to yell at his friends.

you had never even met the guy. you moved in about six months prior, and your schedules have never aligned for the two of you to meet. he was never loud or had any extravagant parties or anything, so you didn’t mind. even if he was kind of loud you probably wouldn’t have minded. but this was crazy.

it had gone on for hours, and when you still hadn’t finished the chapter that you started at 7pm, you decided to take matters into your own hands. the wine glass you were drinking from is slammed down, and the fuzziness that it gave your head was swimming with confidence.

you slip on your shoes and walk to the door, knocking loudly. the yelling stops abruptly and you hear footsteps. the confidence you have is slowly dissipating. by the time the door opens, you’re shaking. you have no idea who this dude is or what he’s capable of.

looking down at you is a large man with brown hair and mutton chops. his hoodie is slightly wrinkled and he has a yankees hat on. in all honesty, he’s quite attractive.

“yeah?” he asks.

“i, um, i live next door and,” you pause, swallowing. “and i was wondering if you could maybe tone down the yelling?”

as you stumble over your words, he looks at you. he had no idea someone lived in the place to the left of him, so he hadn’t even thought to put the soundproofing tiles on that wall. he’s silent for a moment before realizing that you’re done speaking.

“oh, yeah, sorry,” he says as his cheeks grow flushed. “i didn’t realize anyone was livin’ over there, so i didn’t put soundproofing up. i’ll tone it down just for you.”

a playful grin breaks out on his face and you can’t help but smile too.

“thank you,” you reply.

before either of you can say anything else, you walk back to your apartment, grabbing the wine bottle and taking a long drink from it. you absolutely hate confrontation and this will probably put you out of commission for a week.

***

its been about about two weeks after you had talked to him, and schlatt cannot stop thinking about you. how shy yet determined you looked. that sweet little smile that you gave him. a knock on his door makes him perk up slightly. he looks out the peephole and realizes that it’s his doordash order.

schlatt opens the door and grabs his bag of chinese food. just as he’s about to turn back and close the door, he spots you. you’re walking back in from the store with a few bags.

you have your sweatpants on and an oversized hoodie that has a wine stain on the collar that you just cannot get out. your hair is back in a bun that looks like it’s close to giving out. and he can’t stop staring. your cheeks are slightly pink from the cold and you’re fishing for your apartment keys in your pockets.

you’re completely his type. even with the dirty hair and baggy clothes. you look adorable and schlatt watches you, butterflies fluttering to life in his stomach, something that has never happened before. you eventually find your keys in your pocket, just as your eyes meet his.

schlatt’s heart stutters. he needs to find his words, and quick.

“hey there,” he smiles.

“hi,” you reply nervously.

he hasn’t been loud at all since you last spoke to him. he’s made sure to talk quieter because he doesn’t want to bother you.

“i never got a chance to formally apologize for the whole yelling thing,” schlatt starts. “is it alright if i take you out to dinner as an apology? i know this really good steak place!”

the smile you give him nearly makes his heart leap.

“i suppose you can,” you say, sticking your key into the lock. “when are you free?”

schlatt fights the urge to say right this second but instead goes through his schedule in his head. he can probably push his stream to sunday if he wants to.

“how’s saturday?” he asks. “i’ll knock on your door at 6pm.”

“sounds good.” you smile. “i’ll see you then!”

you turn into your apartment but schlatt stops you with a large hand on your shoulder.

“wait, i never got your name.” he says. “mine’s jay.”

you smile and tell him your name. the way it comes off your tongue like honey makes him smile. its perfect, just like you are.

[cursedslimecicle]

Day 324: Burger King Video Submitted by @cowprintsillies

[bjugnakraekir]

first attempt at a slimecicle deco toploader, pleased with the results but wished i had better stickers

[slmcclupdts]

🗣️Slimecicle will be attending Vidcon Anaheim!

🗣️[ESP] Slimecicle va attender a Vidcon Anaheim!

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[enderlaithdraws]

This concept has ceased to infatuate me, I really gotta re-do this.

Crumb, Ranboo, Wilbur, and Charlie in the zombie apocalypses pt.1 w.i.p.

And a look into the creative process :D I'm giving this concept the title of "Zombie Apocalypse with The Crew"

Ranboo has a pistol (you can kinda see it on his right side) but his weapon of choice is a metal bat and a bowie knife. He calls it "The WACK N STAB"

I'm very proud of my nails into the crumbverses. Also I'm thinking about maybe the crew has a 5th member who is a doll or something of the sort. Just so they can joke around and keep high moral.

You can see that he is wearing no armor but some cloth and duct tape arm guards and goggles. In my mind the apocalypse happened before there was ample time to react. Meaning that the gear they have is mostly fast makeshift items from common objects. Any extra things like the guns each person has or extra apparel is from looting.

Also... Jorts <3

I'd say that at some point Charlie got lost and when he started following any human voice he could hear, he ended up right behind Ranboo. Who, instinctively stabbed what they thought was a zombie. mans took an L and a flesh wound.

The batchette is an idea from Instructables on Pinterest. I saw it while getting inspo and I could hear Charlie half screaming "Oh. my. gorshes... guys this power drill has given me a gift from God! BEHOLD... THE BATCHETTE!!!" Original image linked to this picture if you wanna get a better idea of what it looks like.

Wilbur! I feel the need to change face shape a bit to better represent him. Basically everything on him has a story. What he was wearing at the initial invasion and start of the apocalypse was a white button up shirt and black pants. He was on his way to meet with a tour manager in a café but chaos is unleashed before he can. Later on traded out some looted boots for his dress shoes. And looted the harness which he uses to hold items against his body and keep them from noisily bouncing around in a bag or pocket. At some point he gets stuck in a house in the country side that has been nearly untouched. But he knows it's only a matter of time before he is found by his predators. He has no way of communicating to the group and needs to fend for himself as long as it takes to reconnect. Which could be months. For that reason he finds an undershirt so he can unbutton his dress shirt and have more mobility. He takes down a large curtain and uses it to wrap around his legs as armor. (Think about it, its hard to bite or stab through a thick curtain.) And just cuts his pants so that it doesn't encumber him. (He doesn't take them off because the curtains are only covering his legs. Plus pockets are good for survival)

Once he's done with the curtain he finds some metal roller skate knee pads to help hold them in place and realizes that the curtain rod would make a decent weapon. Continuously looting the house he finds four kitchen knifes and some ninja stars in a bedroom (likely belonging to the family edgy teen) then attaches them using a hand held blow torch from the garage.

When the night comes he is barricaded in a top bedroom and there are zombies pounding on the door. It is a moonless, pitch black night and the little bit of light points out the glimmer of a golden cross necklace atop a bedside table. While he is no man of God. He can use all the help he can get. And continues to wear it even when he is safe. Not in a religious way, but in an idea that there is a greater good out there. And the world will be reborn again... someday.

rando in the back: *sniffs and wipes a singular tear from his eye* tHat is sO beUtIfUL..

So yeah that's it for now. I hope you enjoyed this sneak peak and if you have any ideas or wanna join in lemme know! While I am doing this for fun I would love it others could enjoy it too. So if you like it or think your friends/viewers would, then please Reblog. :D but what ever you do, have a good day!

BACK TO DRAWING AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[croworro]

Writing domfem with sub!charlie headcanons rn and lord help me 😭😭

I am a bottom bitch pillow princess whore brat plsss 😭😭

This is so hard BUT IM DOING IT FORBYOU GUYS

[slimecicle-quotes]

"LGBT Joker be like: why so queerious?"

video: Slimecicle Plays Balatro at 8:22

[teslasucks37]

PLEASEEEEE MORE TRAD GOTH READER X NERDCICLE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING!?!??!! (can we pls degrade him a bit also?)

I don’t have the brain power to write a whole second part so I’m just gonna plop in some dialogue that I think Nerd!Charlie and TradGoth!Reader would have during the freaky times!!! (Probably while you’re overstimulating him…)

CW: NSFW obviously (MDNI), Dom!Reader cause obviously, afab!Reader (Gets called Mommy cause I love men calling people mommy)

“Aw, you’re so pathetic~”

“Ahh, please!”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please, Mommy! Haaaahh~”

“You like watching me touch you?”

“Yeeaaah~”

“You’re such a good little boy for me…”

“Mmhm!”

“Please, Mommy, please let me cum!”

“Do you think you’ve been good enough for me?”

“Mmm…”

“Do you?”

“Ah! Yes! Yesyesyes~”

“Then you can cum, baby. Cum for mommy.”

“Ooooh~”

“I knew you wanted me the second you looked at me~”

“Yes! Aaahh- Yes!”

“Did you think about me when you were touching yourself?”

“Yeeeesss!”

“Aw, such a loser~”

“Mmmh… I’m sorry…”

“But you’re my loser, baby.”

“Y- Yes, Mommy~”

“Are you my little slut, Char?”

“Yea- Yes! Ohhh~”

“Yeah, that’s a good boy~”

“Haah- Hah- Ahh~”

“Yeah? Feels good, baby?”

“Yes, Mommyyyy~”

“You can cum baby…”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you- Aaahhhh~”

Gee wiz, Chat!!!

That was bonkers!!!

[croworro]

Schlatt Sun, Slime moon, Ted rising

(If it were actually my big three it would be like slime Sun, slime moon, schlatt rising iykyk)

ted sun, schlatt moon, slime rising

[spoonmoment69420]

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

[cowprintsillies]

[codacontainmentbreach]

and the award for biggest BPD-haver goes to

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

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