sometimes rpf is like "i think they were actually fucking for real but but i can't 'prove it' so i'm going to vividly imagine it and then write it" and sometimes it's like "i know they weren't fucking but i think it would be hot so i'm going to viviidly imagine it and then write it" and sometimes it's like "i think they very well could have been fucking and if they weren't then i think they probably wanted to but for various reasons never did so i'm going to implement that theory & tension it into a beautiful story where i create a world where they can be together and fuck nasty" and i think that's beautiful
I think after bdubs stream where etho comes over to 'co-host' because bdubs is low on energy, they end up on a discord call for hours. and etho is poking bdubs like didn't you say you were tired? and bdubs says oh cmon you know it's different. and etho is like yeah you gotta put on a show, big streamer guy. and bdubs fondly says yeah I mean, it's different when it's just you, though. and etho fakes offense at the idea of not being worth the same effort, being 'just you'. and bdubs says well that's not what I meant how about 'only you', as in I get tired pretty easily but not when I'm with only you, you know I always have energy to talk to you. and etho just hums as if he's assessing the truth of what bdubs said even though he gets it immediately, intrinsically, wholeheartedly
also scope for teasing about performing for the stream and being on camera -> etho asking if he's not worth that same effort, being a private audience of one, but truly not expecting that bdubs turns his camera on and his eyes are so soft and sleepy and his smile is smug but genuine and etho watches his mouth as he says "is this what you wanted?"
to the people who said âthis except alcoholâ: i support you & your sobriety/preference for other substances. i hope all goes well and you have the best summer ever.
to the few people who said âthis except rpfâ: sorry this isnât about you. this post is for real rpfers only and if you canât get behind that then you arenât invited to the BDY summer plans
Okay but what thoughts is the black tee giving you?? Spill pls
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alright i'm back, it's after work, i have taken more screenshots to show the public and am really quickly confirming that i have him blocked and making sure that i will not mention his name in this hornypost
so!! c'mere, look at me: the rest of you better be cool about this- this man is actively scrolling through tumblr dot com right now and looking at things
but like HOW DID I NOT realize that he's got such a dad bod, holy fuck, something about only ever seeing him from the neck up in vids really saved him from some of the worst of my insanity but-
the thoughts are that i hope someone has played with and pushed those tits together and called him a good girl until he's gone bright fucking red from it- i hope someone has teased him and thumbed at his nipples till he's come all over himself, untouched from the waist down, and then that person has smeared that mess all over his chest only to drag their strap through the channel between-
Skizz caring for transmasc reader on their period... buying them ice cream and chocolate and painkillers... cuddling them with his warm hands over their stomach, just holding their tummy like a heating pad... feeding them snacks as he holds their belly, gently massaging them... holding them close with one hand as he slips the other between their thighs to toy with their dick, taking the edge off... they try and push him away, insisting he doesn't have to do that, that it would get too dirty, that he didn't need to get gross just for their sake... Skizz whispering "it's okay, just lay back and let me help you, I know it sucks, just let me in, I'll make you feel good..." slipping his fingers in to give them something to clench down on as they roll their hips into his hand... working them through their orgasm, holding them as they sigh and relax back against them... him trying to take his fingers out but they whine so prettily and he just Has to work them through another orgasm... and another... making them cum until they're on the edge of falling asleep and tucking them into his chest... finally taking his fingers out... them burying their face into his pecs in embarrassment as the slick noises fill the room... "don't be shy honey, that's a good boy for me..."
-skizz fingering anon
Iâm genuinely just gonna give you the tag âSkizz fingering anonâ because itâs only fitting
THANK YOU SO MUCH AAA
I also have idea for the other ask you sent soâŠstay tuned teehee
I wanted to write something a bit intimate and filled with praise and I feel like I hit the mark. Okay enjoooyyyy
Trans reader, genital referred to as dick, cunt, hole
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Youâre nuzzled into him. Your back against his chest and his arms wrapped around you. With hands like his there is no need for a hot water bottle. They lay on your lower stomach, cradling it. You sigh, pushing yourself further into his touch and he complies, arms wrapping around you further. Youâre watching a movie, something sappy - you donât even remember what. Youâve got snacks and chocolate for days. Itâs heaven. His legs bracket your own and you couldnât be more comfortable if it wasnât for the dull ache in your lower back and stomach. His hands help though.
You whine nonetheless, arching your back a little to find a more comfortable angle. He kisses the top of your head, mumbles apologies and sweet nothings. âI know baby. I know. Wish I could take it away from you, love.â You sigh, shudder, but eventually find that opening your legs a little is the best position for now. âMmm.â You hum, putting your head back down on his sternum. âThanks Andy.â
You stay like that for a moment, more focused on the rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat than on the movie in front of you. You squirm again, sighing as another ache fades in and out. Skizzâs hands massage your tummy andâand it helps. As much as they can, they help. You sigh again.
With a start you look up at him when you feel his deft fingers undoing your trousers. âShh, shh. Just focus on the movie. Just making you comfortable, sweetheart.â You hum approvingly and let him undo your button. It takes another little while for his fingers to migrate downwards again, this time sneaking under the waistband of your boxers. âAndyâŠâ you whine quietly, but not disapprovingly. He pecks the crown of your head and encourages you to keep focusing on the movie. âJust donât want you in pain, love.â
A breathless moan slips past your lips when his middle finger brushes against your dick. âAndy,â you groan again, more assertive this time. âItâs too messy, you know that.â You feel him shake his head behind you. âDonât worry about that.â Skizzâs middle and pointer finger grip your dick softly, gently tugging up and down. It feels good andâhonestly? You feel the pain in your sides dissipate a little. You canât stop thinking about the mess you must be making on his hands however.
âI can hear you thinking, you know. Just let go baby, just let me take care of my boy.â He kisses the shell of your ear. You sigh and let your muscles relax, putting your weight on him fully. He adjusts his hand and you feel the two digits now slide against your hole. Luckily for you, itâs a pad kind of day and a pesky tampon sting wonât get in the way of his escapades.
You know it fees different than normal, when youâre on your period youâre aware that your cunt feels a bit more velvety and Skizz seems to revel in it. âSo welcoming for me sweetheart. So soft and sweet.â His fingers enter you, you hear the soft squelch of blood slipping past them and you cringe on the inside.
âAndy.â You chew your tongue, trying your damnest to keep focusing on the movie. But with every inch of his fingers it gets more difficult. They curl inside of you, hitting that spongy spot right past your entrance. You shiver.
âLet go.â He encourages again. Your juices, blood now mixed with slick and probably sweat, too, squelch under his touch. Soft gasps tumble from your lips with every curl of his digits. His free hand strokes your hair, massages your scalp. Weirdly enough, you can almost fall asleep. That is, until his thumb nudges against your dick.
You almost unwind from that one motion. Your hips twitch down into his hand, grinding to find more friction. âGood boy,â whispers Skizz, nosing at your hair. It doesnât take long to get you to the edge. You hadnât touched yourself in a few days. And his fingers hit so deep; his thumb is so precise; his hand scratches your head so well. Itâs almost impossible to keep yourself together.
âCloseâŠâ you pant, ignoring the string of drool escaping from the corner of your mouth. Staining your shirt.
âCum anytime you want.â He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your ear like a seal to a letter.
His thumb speeds up and his fingers curl up with shorter intervals every single time, driving you closer and closer to the brink. Just a little more. Just one more drop to make the glass spill over. His teeth rake over your ear and youâyou gasp, clenching around his fingers. You feel how your cunt twitches around them, how your dick gently bobs against his thumb. You probably made an embarrassing noise that he loved.
âThere we go.â He works you through it, free hand now rubbing your upper arm up and down as he guides you.
You barely notice it when he tells you to turn around, but you do. Before having you straddle him, he manages to slip your pants off. It feels better, less tight than before. You sit down on his lap with your legs on either side of his hips. Soon enough his hand is back down your underwear and your face is nuzzled into his chest. Maybe this isnât so bad. Nothing a good shower canât fix.
You let out a filthy noise when his now bloodied fingers prod against your hole again, working themselves back in. You rut your dick against his palm, despite having just cum. âWant more, pretty boy?â You can only let out pathetic noises nod. He grants you anything you want. Any other time youâd feel smug about the way youâve got him wrapped around your finger. Right now? Youâre just chasing another high.
âAndyâŠâ you almost cry when you feel your legs becoming sore. âCanâtââs too much Iâm soâŠtiredâŠâ you sniffle, throat clogged with a knot. âDonât worry baby.â His free hand takes your hip and guides you. Heâs strong, even with one hand.
It doesnât take long to tip you over the edge again. Your noises now muffled by his chest. Surely youâre staining his shirt with drool and tears. And probably snot. But heâs already bloodied soâŠwhy would he care about that?
âOh yes, thatâs good. Good boyâŠâ he kisses the top of your head again, letting you ride out your orgasm by rocking you against his had more. Soon enough you feel the hints of overstimulation prickling at the edges.
â âs too muchâŠâ you slur, eyes droopy and teary. You canât believe it, but youâre already halfway to dreamland.
âOne more. For me. Then Iâll let you sleep, beautiful.â You nod, chewing on his shirt subconsciously. He chuckles quietly at the sight below him.
Youâre slumped against him now and he angles his arm down a bit more for better access. A third finger slips in with the other two, stretching your already overused hole even further. His thumb comes back up to play with your dick.
Three fingers spread you open and somewhere deep down you wish it was his dick. You donât say anything. Instead, you let him do the work. Swirl his thumb around, push down it hard - then soft. Digits curl and stretch inside you and the noises that come from your groin are just disgusting. Wet, almost slimy noises fill your ears. Surely this is not just blood now. Slick and cum are coating his hand now too. And from the way he pants, he loves it.
Once again you fee yourself wound up tighter than a spring and your hips rock down once, twiceâthree times until the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum in his had for the third time in a row.
Your face is still pressed into him, unable to move as your high washes over you and slowly ebbs away through his motions. âI knew you could do it. Good boy.â He kisses your hair. You murmur something but itâs obscured by his shirt. Then, as if on queue, the light in your brain goes out and you fall into a deep sleep.
Hopefully, Skizz will worry about having to clean up.
one can really truly imagine etho and bdubs talking abt their season plans and etho going well you know that game i'd been working on in season 10, i'm kind of feeling like this is the time. and bdubs says well if you need building help just say the word! might even be willing to fix your shoddy redstone when you get stuck, if you treat me right. so etho says uh-huh and then they get sidetracked for like five minutes complimenting/demeaning each other abt their moss farms. but then etho's like but bdubs what's your big project this season. you gonna have time for me? and bdubs talks about the chateau-chalet whatever. that valley's no good for crastles, though. it's got a good shape though! and etho mhms and waits. bdubs admits well i've been thinking for a while, about - remember survival of the fittest? and etho says oh yeah but he means of course. so bdubs says you think it could be possible in vanilla, now? i've been wondering. and etho says i think you could do it. i think you should do it - we don't have any pvp games on the server! when was the last time we had one, really... bdubs waffles; i don't know, what if i can't. it's so big, and we're already this far into the season. so etho suggests like, well, i'll commit to my big project and you can commit to yours. we'll do it together. bdubs says or we'll fail together! and they laugh. it's true. etho says you can teach me how to build good redstone for it. help me out some. bdubs says he'll think about it and then spends his entire fucking episode that isn't about golf saying what he and etho talked about and not showing it. so here we are.
Hello again it's me again skizz fingering anon. I'm getting real freaky with it so tw dubcon/noncon, weird gender fuckery
Skizz and transmasc reader (what can I say I'm self indulgent). Skizz starts by just feeling them up, sliding his fingers along their waist, slipping them up into their binder... they begin to squirm, getting impatient, begging for him to get on with it... he smirks, ready to give them what he wants and not exactly what they're asking for... he takes their pants off and bends them over, staring at their holes for a few moments too long before pressing at their ass... they gasp, not expecting him to try for anal, begging him to touch their pussy instead... he ignores their pleas, shoving a large, dry finger into them painfully... they wail and try and pull away but he pins them down, torso shoved into the mattress as he forces his way into their ass... their pussy starts to drip down their thighs and they cry, ashamed to be feeling any amount of pleasure from what's happening to them... Skizz pulls their head up so they can't muffle their sobs, forcing them to arch back into his fingers... "you cry so pretty for me, let's see how loud you can get..." he presses another finger at their hole and they clench down, desperate to keep him out... he pulls his finger out and they open their mouth in a silent sob as they're left empty, not wanting to want him back in... he takes advantage of their open mouth and shoves three fingers into it, pressing down on their tongue as they gag around him, jaw stretched open by his large hand... he lets them drool onto his fingers for a few moments before removing them from their mouth and lining them back up at their ass... he starts immediately with two this time... "oh come on, I gave you lube for this, it can't be that bad..." he scissors his fingers a couple times before freeing his cock and pressing the head against their hole... "you say you're a real boy, then you'll be fucked like one."
Skizz fingering anon I love you
You keep my brain fed with these ask dear LORRDDD
And theyâre so good dawg
Like, are you me from a different universe?
Anywho
CW: pre-op and implied pre-T trans reader (terms used for their genitalia: pussy, cunt and clit.) non-/dubcon (it is CNC but that isnât obvious until the end), binders, anal sex, anal fingering insufficient prep, body dysphoria, breeding kink, a little misgendering, creampie, Skizzâs real name is used in dialogue cause I can, aftercare
YAY OKAY ENJOY THANK YOU AGAIN!!!
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He got it. Or, well, kind of. You explained to him before that despite being a trans guy you donât really feel dysphoria about your genitalia. He always thought that that was -kinda- a requirement for being transgender. You also told him you did feel dysphoria about your chest on the other hand, explaining the concept of binders and how they make you feel safe.
Which is how you got here, showing him the beige top. Shirt lifted up - like youâre flashing him. Skizzâs cheeks are a delightful pink and his eyes are more hungry than any other middle aged man learning about trans peopleâs struggles.
âDoesnât it get -like- painful?â A careful hand played itself on the border between your skin and your binder. You shrug, shivering slightly at his hand ghosting over where your tit would be.
âA little, sometimes.â You shrug, holding your shirt up higher subconsciously. âIt shouldnât, though. Itâs meant to be almost unnoticeable. If I feel it Iâm probably wearing it for too long.â Skizz hums softly. One finger worms itself under your top.
His free hand holds your waist and you shudder again, leaning into his touch. Getting closer and closer your lips brush against his until he hungrily catches them in a kiss. He asserts himself more, digits now climbing under your binder and reaching for your chest.
An uncomfortable feeling swell in your stomach but you let him. Despite the dysphoria hitting you like a truck your need for his touch - his approval overshadows it. You gasp into his mouth when his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, inviting him in. And enter he does, exploring your mouth like he has done a few times before now.
The hand that cradled your waist now tentatively reaches between your legs, dipping under the waist of your sweatpants. His other hand is still exploring your chest. Now fully seated under your binder his thumb swipes over your nipple and a whine escapes you. The sound is a mixture of pleasure and the urge to push his hand away from your chest.
Two thick fingers tease your cunt through your underwear, pressing at your hole. âAndyâŠâ you whine against his lips, rocking your hips against his hand. He only licks into your mouth more.
Then, out of nowhere, his hand slips out of your binder only to hike it up. Your tits are exposed to him now and you feel the A/C air hit your nipples. They harden immediately as Skizz likes to remind you by flicking his fingers over them. It almost hurts, the way the sensitive skin hardens under him. His fingers are so rough and taking.
âAndy Iââ you murmur against him again, pushing his hips down onto his fingers. He pulls away, licking his lips and panting. âYou canât take a hint, can you, love?â His pupils are blown, eyes dark. Wanting. Youâre pretty sure youâre the same from the way the light of his bedroom buzzes around the edges of your vision. Your lips feel swollen and your cheeks feel achy from his stubble scratching them. You revel in it.
âI justâI need it so bad.â You whine, bushing against his hand still down your sweats. Skizz chuckles, pressing a gentler kiss to your cheekbone.
âFine then, greedy boy. Turn around.â He pats your side and lets go. Eagerly you do as youâre told. Finally heâs gonna fuck you. Finally heâs gonna stay away from your chestâŠ
Itâs a smooth process, him tugging your pants and underwear off. Youâve gotten used to his big hands manhandling you by now. You can feel how wet you are, exposed cunt clenching around nothing as the cold are brushes by it.
He waits longer than usual and you wiggle your hips with a soft giggle. âWhatâs wrong old man?â You lay your chest down on the bed and spread your legs a bit more for emphasis.
A hand braces your hip and - yes, finally heâs gonna touch you! You feel almost giddy at the thought. Maybe heâll finger you, maybe heâll eat you out, maybe heâll fuck you without prep, maybeâ you squeak when a finger prods at your asshole.
âWrong hole!â You squeal, hiding your head in your hands with a soft chuckle.
âNot at all, sweetheart.â Thereâs something menacing about the way he says it andâand the way his middle finger runs down your puckering, horribly dry asshole.
You bite your tongue, thinking about what to do. âAndyâIâplease donât I- please toch my pussyâŠI-Iâm not reallyâŠup for this. I- you- we should probably do more prep for thisâŠâ You mutter, hiding your face in your folded arms.
âNonsense.â A thick finger forced its way inside of your ass and you gasp. Youâve never done this. Not yourself, not with Skizz, not ever. You knew his fingers were big butâgod this is a whole different game. It feels super weird. Your body is subconsciously trying to push the foreign object out, clenching around his finger.
A broken gasp escapes you- it hurts. It really hurts. Itâs too try and you donât- youâve never evenâ âA-Andy p-pleaseââ your brows furrow as you try to pull away from him but his free hand takes one of your wrists, pins it behind your back and holds you down as he works you open.
What you hate even more than this, is the way your pussy clenches around nothing and is wetter than youâve ever had it. Slick is practically running down your leg.
âI knew youâd like this.â His finger curls inside of you and you wail into the covers below you, surely staining it with tears you didnât even know were coming. Itâs almost impossible to move with how tight you are, with how hard youâre clenching around him.
You breathe a sigh of relief when youâre empty again but itâs quickly swallowed up again when youâre being pulled up by your wrist. Only now you realise how much your gasping, crying and whimpering because of this.
Not once does he soothe you. Instead, three of his fingers make its way into your mouth. Your jaw is being kept open by the sheer volume of his fingers and you gag when they press down on your tongue. All the while your pussy is clenching for more, throbbing for attention.
âSuck really good for me, baby. Gosh, you cry so pretty. Canât wait to see more of those pretty tears decorating your face like pearls from the deepest oceansâŠâ he kisses away a salty tear running down your cheek. When did he become such a poet? If you werenât so scared andâand embarrassingly horny youâd probably be cringing.
Drool is coating your chin, dripping down against your still bunched up binder at your collar bones. His fingers move inside your mouth as your tongue dances between them and your lips try to close around them. Soon enough, theyâre pulled out. Slicked up and leaking, connecting you and him through a thread of spit.
Youâre pushed down roughly again and you despise the throbbing between your legs that only grows heavier. Once again his fingers spread your ass, slicker now. Easier to glide in and open you up for him.
It still hurts but less so, as least you donât feel the dry skin clinging to his fingers anymore. Two fingers curl inside you and you fall back down with your chest on the bed. Gasping, whining for him to be careful with you. âThatâs better isnât it?â His fingers twist and push down. You can feel the pressure from your cunt and - fuck it feels good. Too good.
You donât even feel him opening you up further, spreading your hole for him to take. At some point you feel fingers slip out and you twist your head. Only half aware of whatâs happening.
You hear the clinking of his belt as he tugs his pants down just enough to tug it over his balls.
Itâs weird how it turns you on - that heâs basically fully clothed and youâre exposed. You havenât been this exposed for anyone ever. Binder and shirt rucked up, pants and underwear discarded on the floor, asshole and cunt slick for him.
âAndy I-I donât thinkâIââ he presses a kiss on your back and you immediately relax under his touch, breath steadying. Heâd never hurt you on purpose, not really. You shudder out another breath.
âI know I hurt you I justâŠIâm sorry. You looked like you enjoyed it so much.â And heâsâgod heâs right. Your pussy is aching to be touched and your ass hurts so badly but somehow youâre on the brink of your high.
You nod softly when his hand comes up to stroke your hair. âGood boy. Nice and docile for me. Gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna fuck you how real boys get fucked. Thatâs what you wanted right? To be a real man?â One hand holds your hip, the other keeps stroking your hair. Youâre crowded by him, light around you fading a little as he blocks the ceiling lamp.
You whimper when you feel his cock head bump against your ass. Itâs gonna be such a big stretch- youâre probably not opened up enough. Itâs gonna hurt and you canât wait.
âAndyyyâŠ~â The whine is dragged out long and high and you hear a deep chuckle behind you. Finally, finally his cock pushes past the tight ring of muscles and you spasm. Your hands grip the bedsheets tight, your legs kick under him and a wail -one that borders on a scream- rips from your throat.
âFuuuckk..â Skizz pants behind you, had letting go of your head to keep your hips stead as he pushes in. Your clit throbs for attention. You need to be touched so so bad. But being used- with no regard for your pleasure, just a right hole for Skizz? It makes something curl inside you.
Every inch is deliciously agonising.
His t-shirt brushes against your exposed rear. âThere we go, love. All inside of you.â You can barely believe it. His big, fat cock is now all the way in your asshole and it feelsâit feels weirdly gratifying. The only thing missing is a cock you can reach around for to jack yourself off. Not like you would be able to, with the way your hands are curled under your chest. But the thought is nice.
âYou like this hm? You canât lie to me baby. Youâre making a mess all over my jeans.â He gives your understimulated pussy a soft tap to gather slick. Slick that is horribly staining his pants.
âLoveitsomuchâŠâ you ramble, body quivering under him.
âThatâs rightâŠthatâs right. I knew youâd come around. You just love being fucked like a real boy donâtcha?â His arms hook under your armpits and pull you up. Youâre limp against him, head pressed against his chest as he slowly moves his hips in and out of you. The drag hurts. It hurts so good.
His hands take to playing with your tits again and for once you donât mind it. Not when your asshole is being destroyed.
His hips snap against yours and you feel your knees tremble. Strong arms keep you up, however. He roll your nipples between his fingers and pathetic noises escape you. âSâgood..sâgoodâŠâ you babble, grinding down against him with all the strength you have left.
âSee baby? Donât eve need to have your pussy played with to feel goodâŠâ one hand moves to hold your torso, fingers raking over ribs below your flesh. It tickles a little but you donât mind it.
The sharp metal of his belt buckle hurts against your thighs but you canât bring yourself to tell him. With every drag of his hips he goes a little faster and your pussy throbs a little harder. You justâyou wish heâd touch you. Finger you. Youâre so wet, you know it from how slick drips onto your thighs. Youâre positive your cunt is swollen, ready to be taken and yet denied.
It feels heavenly.
âI can even cum inside this hole, love. Wonât even have to worry about you growing a baby growing in here.â His hand splays over your tummy and you whine.
âOh? You donât like that baby? What, you want me to put a big fat load in your cunt? Breed you up? Well isnât that a surprise, lovely. MaybeâŠâ he leans down to whisper in your ear, âmaybe you just donât wanna be a guy hm? Seeing how you begged me to fuck your pussy? And how you want me to breed you? You want me to justâŠmake you a mommy? Hm?â His words take longer to leave his throat as his thrusts grow erratic.
âNononoâŠâ you whimper, trying to move away from him but his grasp is strong.
âDonât worry, sweetheart. Iâll -fuck- Iâll make you all pretty and bred up for me laterâŠâ he chuckles before pinning you down once more and cumming deep inside your ass. It feels so weird but you feel your cunt twitch and throb andâsuddenly his knuckles are on your clit, pushing down and pulling up. Jerking you off. Your eyes roll back and suddenly youâre cumming too. Around nothing.
You scream out as your orgasm washes over you, whole body shaking.
Everything goes white. Then black.
When you come by a few minutes later you feel his now gentle hands cleansing you up. A washcloth running down your ass and another cleaning the sweat off your body. All the while soft kisses are being pressed to your shoulders. Your binder is back in place, you note.
Skizz notices your eyes opening and he smiles. A little worried.
âYou alright?â
You nod and nuzzle into his touch.
âThat wasnât too much was it?â You shake your head, not feeling too vocal at the moment.
It stays quiet for a little while as he cleans you up.