I Think That I Am Actually Being Converted, Oh The Charlie Slimecicle Tumblr Pipeline ✋😔

I think that I am actually being converted, oh the Charlie slimecicle Tumblr pipeline ✋😔

cock warming charlie while hes editing and he tells you to get up because he needs to use the bathroom but you dont let him so he just. yknow. muehehahehaheuhahahehha

-totally not red definitely absolutely 100 percent not red yeah not me i mean red not red at all its not red im not red uhhmm anyways pisses everywhere

everyone say yippee for piss porn! i can't call this baby's first piss porn but it is baby's first charlie piss porn. so. wrote this in like an hour because the prompt went crazyyyyy thank you definitely not red. cw for like. the lightest dubcon. otherwise u know what ur getting urself into

Cock Warming Charlie While Hes Editing And He Tells You To Get Up Because He Needs To Use The Bathroom

the rules of liquid and containers don't apply when the container is horny

You were roused from your half asleep state as Charlie groaned, his head knocking against the desk several times. "Babe. Holy fucking shit. I can't do this right now. I literally can't."

"Can you take a break?" You stretched your arms over your head, groaning quietly.

He sighed, slipping his head from his desk into his hands, groaning. "Noooooo. I have to stick to my stupid fucking upload schedule,"

"You made the upload schedule yourself right? Can't you just change the schedule?"

"This is my two million subscriber special, I have to put it out on time,"

"Can I help you? Is there anything I can do for you?" Charlie's eyes glinted slightly as they met yours.

"There is… uh… something you could do for me?" He gestured to his lap, cheeks flushing red. Charlie loved when you sat on his lap.

You smiled at him, sliding off the bed across the room and padding over to him, before slipping a leg over the chair, straddling his lap. You curled into his chest, burying your face in his neck. Your arms twined around his neck, and you cuddled into him. "Love you so much, baby,"

"Love you too, babe," he hummed into your ear. Soon enough, the clicking and occasional typing lulled you back into a drowsy, floaty space. Eventually, you felt his hips stirring beneath you, once, twice, three times.

"Char?" Your voice was thick with sleep.

"Sorry baby… ah…fuck," His hips snapped up against you, and you felt his hard cock graze against your clit.

"Ah!" You ground back down against him. When you were all hazy and tired like this, it was so much easier for him to turn you on, and he took advantage of it often. Especially on nights like these.

"Please? " He begged you, voice high and reedy. You untangled your fingers from around his neck, sliding your hands down his chest. He pressed a kiss into your forehead as your hands made his way to his waistband. Slipping down his boxers was easy, since he never wore anything else around the apartment when it was just the two of you.

He shifted his hips to help you pull them down, which only halfway helped. Making room for you to slip down his boxers was great, sure, but the fact that he basically rolled his hips into you as you were consistently getting more soaked? Not optimal. You fell into his chest after, a choked moan echoing in the small room. He let out a breathy laugh. "Sorry, darling,"

You groaned lightly, tapping the side of your fist against his collarbone like you were beating on him, before settling back into the warmth of your boy. "Wanna go back to sleep, honey?" His voice was silky smooth, wrapping into your already tired consciousness. You nodded slowly. Moving felt sticky now. He laughed again, just a tiny exhale against you. "Okay hun, lift your hips real quick," You made a confused noise, but complied easily. His hands immediately shot to your ass, helping lift you slightly. If he copped a feel while he did it, fingers massaging into your ass while gently spreading it open, it was something you could ignore.

What you couldn't ignore, though, was when the head of his cock pressed up against your hole. "Nnngh?" You were too tired to even form words at this point.

"Shhh, love," he began to press into you. "It's all going to be okay. Just let me… uhhh, ah!!… get inside and you can go back to sleep, yeah?" At your next sleepy nod, he pushed in further, slipping in with ease. "Fuck, you're wet. Sure you don't want me to just fuck you?" You giggled, shifting to get comfy, and he yelped before sighing down at you. A gentle slap landed on your ass as he settled back in. "Tease,"

It wasn't too often you cockwarmed Charlie. It had basically become a last resort for him when video editing was going awfully, and he used the privilege of it sparingly. It was important to him you knew he wasn't just using you as a sex toy, not that you really would have minded. But Charlie loved and cared about you enough that you let him get flushed and nervous about it every time he asked, reassured him through it that you loved him. Which was why today was so unique. As much as you wanted to be there for him, your exhausted mind just couldn't stay up this time. The warmth of his skin through his shirt felt like it seeped into your bones, and your fingers slowly stopped tracing patterns on his back and shoulders, and you slipped into the rest of your nap from earlier.

You awoke to uncomfortable shifting and the bounce of a leg, not enough to move the cock inside you, but enough to shake you. It wouldn't have mattered if he was moving anyways. Charlie had gone soft in the time it took him to edit the video. Your eyes fluttered open as you took in all the sensations flooding you as you made your way out from dreamland. "Mmmmmm," was all you could manage.

His eyes flicked down. "Oh! Hi baby," He seemed distracted and uncomfortable, and you immediately tried to rectify it with a kiss to his jawline. He relaxed a tiny fraction, but it didn't seem to be enough.

"You finish editing, Char?"

"Almost baby. But uh… I have to go,"

"Go where?" The confusion overtook you, bringing with it a light panic at the thought of moving from where you were. You were far too comfortable to move, and still so, so sleepy.

"Oh, no baby it's okay!" His hands rushed to your sides, petting gently. "I just mean to the bathroom,"

Oh. Okay. Well, that was better than whatever you were imagining. But still, you just felt so nice…

"No," You wrapped your arms back around his neck.

"Sweetheart, what do you mean no?" His voice held a stressed lilt.

"Too comfy," You wiggled your hips, settling in again.

Charlie groaned at the pressure you were now putting on his bladder. "Baby. I really gotta go,"

"Ten more minutes?" you pleaded.

"Baby, I'm not gonna make it ten minutes. I'm not gonna make it ten… ah! fuck!!…"

And that's when you felt it, a spurt of boiling hot liquid splashing inside of you. Oh shit.

"Sorry! Fuck I'm so sorry I'm so so sorry," Charlie groaned out. You felt every muscle in his body tense, and he leaned over you. It didn't stop though. In fact, it only seemed to make it worse. Piss flowed into you, feeling like Charlie was cumming, filling you up, but it didn't stop. You felt yourself filling up further and further, stomach starting to gently distend with the sheer amount. Fuck… how long had be been holding it? You found yourself not particularly…disliking the experience.

Soon, of course, you reached full. But that didn't mean that Charlie was done. Absolutely not. His stuttered apologies turned into gasps and groans, his hands digging into where they lay at your sides. It seemed like he was still trying to push out apologies, to push you off almost, although that wouldn't have helped anyone here. You pushed back into him. And that's when you felt something else.

The piss dripped out of you, running first directly onto Charlie's lap where you were sitting, soaking into his boxers. You were sitting in what was basically a puddle of Charlie's piss. The thin, flimsy fabric though, could only keep up for so long. The puddle grew underneath you, liquid pushing up against you. Piss ran over your clit, over your ass, over every sensitive spot between, and you couldn't help but moan at the sensation. You couldn't contain it any longer. It spilled out between the two of you, and you could hear it fucking dripping onto Charlie's desk mat below you. The sound made you clench, which only, obviously, squeezed out more piss.

Lost in the feelings, and Charlie's whimpered half apologies fading into the background, you lifted your hips, the result exactly what you were looking for. The piss inside you flowed out faster, and the drops on the mat turned into splashes. You felt the blood drain out of your head with excitement, cunt pounding with your pulse, clenching around Charlie's still soft cock. Settling back down, you tried to pull yourself together, chest heaving. It was hard, trying to calm yourself while looking down at the man under you. He was bright red and panting, piss having crept its way from your pussy to his shirt, staining the hem of it dark.

"Baby?" he called. Your hands played with the wet hem, unable to meet his eyes. "Baby, I'm so fucking sorry," His cock twitched in you. Fucking caught. You met his eyes.

"I don't think you are,"

Charlie somehow blushed redder, stammering out disjointed sentences while you felt him getting harder inside you. You took a huge chance and covered his mouth, dragging the edge of his shirt into your own. You closed your lips over the fabric and sucked, the unmistakable flavor of Charlie flooding your mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his cock basically sprang to life inside you. Best chance you ever took.

Ripping the shirt out and twisting it in your hand to pull him in, you took your hand off his mouth. Your gazes met again as he choked off a moan. "Charlie,"

"Yeah?"

"If you don't fuck me right now, I'll kill you,"

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melrambles

2 months ago

My Tumblr app literally crashes when I try to click the link OMFG 😭😭😭😭😭

Okay y’all

I have made a community call “chuckle simpwiches ” for all our crazy crazy statements if you want an invite please comment it dm me!

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A Hero’s Reward

You were supposed to be a hero, a good person.

Saving people was part of your entire gig as Scarlet Spider.

And you certainly never asked for anything in return, no matter how many times people insisted.

So why now?

Why, when all you did was scare off a couple of bullies, were you finally cashing in?

Well, because it was Charlie.

He’d been cornered by some people from your college, calling him a nerd, a loser, whatever.

You both thought that name calling was only for high school bullies, but apparently you’d been wrong.

But hopefully, since the Scarlet Spider had stepped in, they wouldn’t bother him anymore.

He’d thanked you, and shyly asked if you could escort you home since it was so dark out.

You, of course, accepted.

What kind of a hero or best friend would you be if you made him walk alone.

If fact, you picked him up and swung him all the way back to his dorm, crawling in through the window and landing safely on his floor.

He seriously could not thank you enough.

He looked so cute, flustered and red from the adrenaline of being so high up.

But then he said the words.

“Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

Those words coming from his lips were what sealed his fate.

You grinned wickedly, Charlie thankfully unable to see it behind your mask. “There might be… Something you could do for me…”

He wanted to thank you, so why should you stop him?

You’d been protecting him all his life, so it was only fair that you got a little something back.

And the adorable hard-on he was sporting from being so close to you during the journey here only encouraged you.

So you unzipped your suit down the middle, all the way to between your legs, gazing at Charlie the whole time.

His face was flushed, body frozen in place as he watched you stalk toward him like a predator.

And when you slowly pushed him down onto his desk chair, he didn’t object.

He did exactly as you asked, so obedient for you.

His eyes were glossy, lids heavy as he watched you tug at his jeans, a tiny wet spot leaking through his boxers.

Maybe you shouldn’t have been doing this, considering the power balance of you being a hero and everything.

And also that you knew who he was, but to him you were someone in a mask.

But the whimpering sound he let out when you sank down on his cock made every worry vanish.

“Oh~ Fuck!” Charlie whined as you bounced on him.

You knew he was a virgin, but you didn’t think he’d be so responsive, so cute.

His head was thrown back, his hands gripped your waist in an attempt to ground himself.

You couldn’t help but moan, feeling him hitting so deep inside you.

He was much bigger than you thought he’d be, not that his size could turn you away from him, but fuck it felt so good.

You needed this, you needed this so bad.

Being a hero was stressful, on top of keeping up with school, family, friends, especially your nosy little Charlie who was constantly asking you to hang out.

You sometimes watched him a little more than the average citizen.

How could you not?

He was your friend after all.

That’s just what friends did for each other.

And maybe you had passed by his window to check on him and once or twice accidentally caught him touching himself to photos of the two of you.

And maybe you had laid back against the wall outside his window, putting your hands between your thighs and listening to him moan for you.

“Fuck, Char~” You mumbled absentmindedly at the memories, your hands slipping up his neck to tangle in his hair.

But he tensed at the nickname, your nickname, and you slowed your movements to a halt.

Shit.

“How do you…” Charlie murmured, his babbling ceasing from your slowed pace.

“God… Fuck it…” You cursed, before peeling off your mask and tossing it on the floor.

Cute and small bruises littered your flushed face, your hair messy and your eyes wild from the rush of everything.

But he could recognize you anywhere.

Charlie’s eyes went huge, taking in the sight of you, his best friend, being Scarlet Spider.

“You… You’re- Mmph~” His words were cut off by your lips, his eyes going wide again before closing and leaning into the kiss.

“I don’t… Wanna talk about it now…” You mumbled into his mouth between the clashing of teeth and tongues.

His head spun, knowing you’d basically manipulated him.

But maybe he wanted you to…

Maybe he’d wanted you to take advantage of him the whole time.

He’d liked you for so long, at this point, he didn’t even care how it happened.

He was simply thanking whatever god may of may not have been out there that you’d wanted to fuck him at all.

So when you began bouncing on him again, he moaned into your mouth, bringing a hand up to your back to help you move up and down his shaft.

You were so warm, so tight, probably flexible too…

His head ran wild with fantasies of you webbing his hands up, holding him down with your inhuman strength, helpless as you used him for your pleasure.

And in a way, that’s exactly what you were doing now.

You panted as you pulled away from Charlie’s lips, grinning at his foggy glasses that now sat slightly crooked on his face.

But he didn’t seem to notice, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open as he seemed lost in his own realm of pleasure.

You bounced faster, holding his shoulders and trying your absolute best not to hurt the frail boy in front of you.

But he just felt so good, so so good.

So good, that you felt your legs start to shake, you thought for a moment that it was exhaustion from patrol, but the way your core tightened around him told you that you were going to cum.

You needed it so bad, you needed to cum on him and use him and make him feel good all at the same time.

And you knew Charlie would sit there and take it like a good boy.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, causing him to whimper at the slight pain.

But the way he subtly began to thrust into you, hitting just the right spot to make you cry out, was what made you see stars.

You felt your hips stutter on top of him, slamming down once more before pulling off of him and squirting on him.

The sight and sounds alone made Charlie’s cock twitch, before a strangled moan fell from his lips followed by ropes of cum spurting from his tip.

You let out a moan of exhaustion, before taking a seat again in his lap, now drenched with your mutual fluids.

Charlie’s tight grip on your hip and back didn’t release, in fact, he fell forward into the crook of your neck.

You threaded your hands in his hair, silently promising him that you were here, you weren’t going anywhere.

“Do you wanna… Shower or something?” He mumbled softly into your sweat-drenched suit.

You snickered, before pressing a kiss to his head and nodding.

Yeah, that was exactly what you needed…