It's me skizz fingering anon back with more skizz fingering this time with age difference and virginity and semi public because I'm a FreakTM
Skizz feeling up someone way too young for him, maybe they're in a secluded corner of a bar, music loud enough and lights dim enough that nobody looks over for too long... he lets his hands roam around their body, never resting anywhere for too long... his eyes are locked onto their face, noting every minute change as he explores their body through their clothes... he leans in and whispers "how many times have you done this, huh? So easy for me, just letting me get my hands wherever I want them..." the younger person swallows, shaking their head "never done this before..." skizz can't hide his excitement at that, squeezing at whatever part of their body his hands ended up on... "oh am I special then?" he asks, hands slipping lower until he's toying with their waistband, watching them shiver... he slips one large hand into their underwear, grabbing at their ass before moving his fingers to play with their hole... "how about this? How often do you get your own hands down here..." the younger person shakes their head again, breath hitching "not- not too often, please, please be gentle nobody's really..." they trail off as skizz removes his hand, about to whine but then he shoves two fingers in their mouth, deep enough to make them gag... "suck baby, I wanna make this good for you" he mumbles, keeping his hand there until he grows too impatient and pulls away, tucking his hand back into their underwear and pressing at their hole... "be quiet darlin, don't want the whole bar to know you're losing your virginity to some old guy like me..."
NONNIE! You have my heart, seriously. This is one heck of a way to wake up and I am certainly not complaining.
Scenarios like this always make me imagine Skizz with a younger fan. Someone just on the edge of being legal. Somewhere between 18-20 (and no..I’m not just saying this because I’m 19 but…it’s definitely got a little bit of influence on that)
Just thinking about Skizz meeting this particular fan in some random club. Maybe in Arizona, maybe in Seattle after the charity event, maybe in San Diego during twitch con. Either way, he’s going out for a good time and you—you realize who he is. You’re not quite supposed to be there (if this takes place in America that is), you’re not 21 yet but you know…everyone has their ways of getting around rules. Skizz knows that, too.
Have another treat because the brainworms are real.
CW: public sex, transmasc reader (terms used for their privates: cock, dick, pussy, cunt, hole), power imbalance, creampie, unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!), maybe a little dub con? If you squint?, barely legal reader, reader is a skizz fan :3
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What started out as a place to have a drink, come down from the day that passed, ended with a young thing walking up to him nervously, phone in hand. “Hi—ahem- hi!” You wave at the older man that is leaning against the bar. Skizz perks up, downing his whiskey before putting the glass down and smiling. “Hi there! You alright?” He hums and you nod. “Yeah I uhm—you’re-you’re Skizzleman right?” Your heart is racing in your chest. He’s so much bigger up close. You’ve heard the stories of course. The way he looms over anyone, the way he can swamp anyone with one of those hugs. But you didn’t realise how true those stories were until right this moment. Everything about him screams big. Broad torso, strong arms and long, muscular legs make him look even bigger than already he is.
“Yeah, buddy!” His face lights up and you can’t help but feel a little giddy. You fiddle with your phone a bit.
“Oh my—gosh uhm—would you m-mind taking a photo with me?” And he nods happily. The two of you snap a picture, something you will cherish forever. To your surprise, the man sits you down next to him and invites you to talk about things. You’re…surprised but not a lot. He’s always been described as a sociable guy and who are you to turn down a conversation between your favourite content creator?
As the evening goes on, as the two of you enjoy a drink or three, you slowly make your way over to the dance floor. You feel looser and so does he, from the way he’s dragging you over. A small part of your brain is telling you this is wrong, that an older man -let alone someone with arguably more power and influence than you- is spending this much time with you. But you aren’t thinking straight. You haven’t been ever since you caught a whiff of musk lingering on his button up.
The club is warm, and smoky. Bright lights obscure almost any view of people who aren’t standing closer than three feet from you.
Luckily for you, Skizz is amazingly close.
You shudder when he places a hand on your side, moving you to the rhythm of the music. You should pull away, you should tell him it’s late, you should say you’re not 21 yet, you should—his hand moves lower. Ghosts over the small of your back and you look up at him. He leans down, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, “you think I should let you go?” One bad decision after another, you shake your head.
“Please. Don’t let go.” You whisper back.
You can feel the way his lips curl up into a smile from the way his stubble brushes against the side of your face. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
For a moment nothing happens, you and him move alongside one another to the music. Your heart skips a beat when you feel a bulge prod against you. One part of you hoped it would go this way. But you never dared to imagine it, it’s such a filthy thought. It’s so wrong.
He knows you know. His hands roam over your body. One reaches up to the back of your neck, squeezes and forces a groan out of you. The other moves from your waist to—your breath hitches when his fingers brush against your cunt through your jeans.
“You’re so easy baby. Just lettin’ me do whatever I want huh? How many old men do you let feel you up this way?” Your knees buckle, pushing down into his touch.
“I’ve never—done anything like this..” you whisper out after a tick of silence. Skizz’s breath hitches.
“Is that so, sweetheart? Am I special? Hm? I bet you came up to me hoping this would happen. Hoping I would touch you? Tell me, love, do you touch yourself to my voice when you’re watching my stuff?” You chew your lip—what an invasive, hot question. You nod and a deep chuckle rumbles from Skizz’s chest.
Deft fingers undo the buttons of your jeans and they ghost over the waistband of your underwear. Surely he has noticed you’re trans by now but it doesn’t seem to matter to him.
You let out a low whine as his fingers trail closer and closer to you. The had previously on the nape of your neck has now travelled down, slipping down into your trousers and squeezing at the soft flesh of your bare ass.
His hand teasing your underwear move away and you can’t help but whine out. It’s quickly stifled by two fingers being pressed into your mouth though. You gag on them, tongue flicking between the digits. Eyes half lidded, you look up at Skizz. He’s not much better. Pupils blown, rosy colour dusting his face.
“Suck baby. Gotta make sure this all goes smoothly.” And you do just that, sucking hard on his fingers and leaving the coated in spit.
He pulls away, hand on your ass moving back up to hold you steady by your back. His now slicked up fingers move down to your underwear again and—fuck- they—they slip in. They prod at your hole before pushing past your rim. You shudder, knees buckling again. He holds you up skillfully, full of experience.
“Do you even touch yourself baby? Fuck you’re tight…” The angle is a little akward but he manages, curling up against your walls. You whine, burying your head in his chest and breathing in his scent. The smell of sweat and a hint of cologne fill your senses.
“N—not a lot. Not there—“ You gasp when his fingers curl again. “Shh…shh baby. Can’t have anyone hear ya losing your virginity to some random old guy. How embarrassing would that be?” Suddenly the room feels a lot more compact, you’re hyper aware of all the people around you. Potential eyes that would catch a glimpse of you falling apart.
Nevertheless you grind down on his hand, ball of his thumb brushing against your dick. It feels heavenly, fucking yourself on his fingers. A third finger worms its way in and you—you don’t know how long you can keep yourself standing. Skizz notices, clearly.
“Here.” His free hand pats your behind and the other pulls away. You whine but he tuts. “Shh sweetheart. Just come with me. Trust me.” And trust him you do- god you would trust him with your life if he asked you to.
He stalks his way over to one of the free couches, pats his lap and oh. Oh. It all clicks in your mind. You sit down on his lap carefully, letting his hands roam over your body like before until he whispers in your ear to tug your trousers down just enough. And you do, wriggling out of your trousers. It looks as though they’re still on for anyone facing you but in reality your cunt is now exposed to him. When you turn your head to look at him you see it, him licking his lips at your fresh, virgin pussy. All for him.
Lifting his own hips up slightly, he tugs his boxers and jeans down a little. Your breathing picks up when you feel his cock, thick, throbbing, hot, rubbing against your underside.
“Here, I’ll help you.”
He takes your hips and move you up slightly just until the tip of his dick is poking at your hole. It’s gonna be a stretch, you can feel it. Slowly but surely he slides you down his cock. With every other inch -every delicious inch- you feel your composure slipping away until—“there we go…all pretty on my dick.” He holds your hips tightly, refusing to let you leave. You feel so incredibly full of him. Your pussy throbs around him. You can’t believe it—losing your virginity here, in public, in some random club, to one of your favourite people in the world. How lucky.
You give a tentative grind down and Skizz chuckles. “So needy baby. You sure you’re a virgin? You’re almost as desperate as a real slut…” he moves your hips up a bit before letting you fall down. The tip of his cock bumps into your cervix, making you squeal.
He repeats that a few times, moving you up and down on his cock. Carefully, so that no one sees. You’re in a secluded corner, surrounded by smoke and dim lights. No one will see, surely. But the thrill makes you impossibly wet around him. He can tell, chuckling in your ear.
“You like this baby? Getting fucked in public like you’re some kind of whore?” He makes you bounce on his cock, just enough to be invisible to anyone else watching. “Ye—yes.” You gasp, clenching around him again. Skizz groans at the feeling.
“I’m gonna cum inside you soon.” It’s not a question, it’s a warning. A statement. He sounds way too put together for someone having sex in public. It makes you wonder how often he does this.
“Please-“ you sniffle, reaching down to your front to tease your cock through your jeans but your hand is roughly pulled away. “Ah ah baby,” Skizz tuts, “don’t want anyone to see, do we?” His hips shock up into you and you whine. “Nn—no…no we d-don’t..” you feel the way his cock pulses inside of you, the way his pubes brush against your folds.
“So close…” he puts his head on your shoulder and breathes in deep, just like you did before. You almost moan out loud when his teeth scrape over the junction between your neck and shoulder.
“Say my name-“ he whispers, bucking his hips up rougher by the second. So far for being stealthy. “Skizz—“ he shakes his head. “It’s A…Andy. Say it.” So far for sounding put together, too.
“Andy.” You gasp and he bites down on your flesh before cumming hard inside of you. You feel the way his seed fills you, slowly leaking out of you onto his jeans.
“Shit.” Andy grunts, lifting you up a little to see the damage. “I should clean you up, shouldn’t I?” He sounds winded, out of breath. Lets you fall down on his softening dick and you squirm. “Give you a treat for being such a good boy…” you can’t help but nod eagerly.
ok hi saw you were accepting ask prompts and ever since that piercing talk about impulse i haven't been able to get this scenario out of my mind 🙏
basically, imagine impulse with his nipples pierced and a prince albert with a small chain conncing the three piercings that skizz can tug on while fucking him <3
anyways, hope you enjoy :)
@/god-has-left-chat
OKAY SOO
the gamers outreach event inspired something in me, okay? it isn't exactly what you asked for but HEY. its good, id like to think.
not quite a Drabble not quite a fic.
CW: nipple + dick piercings tugging, semi-public...sex? teasing?wtv, degrading (just a little), RPF OBVI (also Skizz's real name is used just once)
"You thought I wouldn't notice?" Skizz snickers, tugging on the little chain connecting three of Impulse's piercings. He said - he swore that he didn't have any piercings - not anymore. But Skizz knows differently. Especially when he caught the noise of slight jingling under Impulse's jersey when he dived in for a hug. Or when he caught the feeling of a beaded chain under said shirt, right under his hand.
"You just can't help but be a slut, can't you, Dop?" Skizz chuckles when Impulse whines softly and leans into the tug on his piercings. A beautiful golden chain connecting looped rings on his nipples as well as a similarly looped piercing that adorns his cock. Every pull Skizz does, every little bit of movement, makes Impulse squirm with need. Pre is drooling from his tip and coating the pretty jewellery until it looks polished.
"Just gonna take our jerseys off, god knows those are soaked after that!" Skizz had told their fellow Hermits after MCC, "especially Impulse's. Haha, darn sweat."
Now both men stood in front of one another, shirts off and pants uncomfortably tight. For Skizz, at least. For Impulse? His trousers are pooled around his ankles and his underwear is neatly tucked under his throbbing balls.
"I can tell you want me to touch you," an evil expression coats his face, "give you a prize for being the big winner today. But honestly? this is such more fun. Should get you a pretty, heavy medal to hang from your sensitive cock and nips. Fuck...when we're home you're in for something, whore."
"Andy...please." Impulse gasps when the Y-shaped chain is being tugged on. His nipples are throbbing deliciously and his cock hurts so good. "You--I'll do anything..." He's leaning against an unused desk that is being stored in the storage closet the two are uncomfortably stuffed into.
"Hm..." Skizz scratches his stubble, "as tantalising as that is...I think I want to see you squirm for the next seven hours..."
Seen you were active and decided to climb out of the depths for Father’s Day to say I’m thinking about Jimmy and Tango celebrating Father’s Day but really it’s just Jimmy on his back crying and calling Tango daddy while he fucks him
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Tango feels his knees buckle with every thrust, his back aches. He’s not made for rigorous activity like this anymore. But it’s so worth it. It’s worth it the way he sees Jim fall apart under him, panting rough and fingernails clawing at Tango’s back. It’s worth it because Jim is indulging him in one of his most shameful kinks.
As a dad you shouldn’t like being called ‘daddy’ during sex. Sure, maybe by your wife when she’s pregnant, or a girlfriend with whom you’re trying to start a family. Definitely not by your online friend-turned-crush who is almost twenty years younger than you. Young enough to be your kid. Tango’s stomach does backflips when he thinks about that.
But fuck, he loves the way Jimmy whimpers and squeals for him, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth and pleading for his daddy to fuck him harder, to make him feel good.
“Mmghf—-fuck daddy- daddy please-!” His eyes roll back into his skull and it takes everything in Tango to not cum on the spot. “Please daddy I’ve been—good mm- I wanna make you feel s’good daddy I’ve been a good—good boy- lem’me make you feel good daddy m—my present to you~” Jim’s words are slurred and Tango is pretty sure he’s unaware of what he’s saying. If that ruined look is anything to go by.
“Don’t worry pretty boy,” Tango’s hand wraps around Jim’s neck, “daddy’s got all he needs right here.” He says before folding Jim in half.
have you considered the world of c x cc, rn me and my friend are doing an rp based on the concept but honestly it can go so many ways depending on what ships you like
imagne c skizz with cc impulse, or even c etho with cc etho, so many freak possibilities and i need all of them to be perverted
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Holy crap this feels like opening my third eye or something. This is so good, please, do tell me more.
C!Skizz and CC!Skizz 'wife' swapping their Impulses. CC!Skizz (I'll just refer to him as Andy from now on) is super interested in the anatomy of an Imp. Toys with him, tugs on his tail to watch him squirm and yelp, plays with his horns. Surprisingly, this Impulse lets out a moan at that. "The horns, huh? That's what gets you going?" And it's suuuuper weird because he is so similar to Impulse or--or Scott. But not quite. Just a bit too short. A bit too young looking. Andy both loves and hates the way that makes him feel.
Skizz, C!Skizz, has a lot of fun playing with Scott. Between those two not a lot of exploration goes on. The human is quite similar to most players. So, not very interesting. Skizz appreciates the extra height this one's got, though. Scott gets fucked - hard. Skizz has quite a bit more muscle on him than Andy. Not that he wants Andy to change but by god is it hot to be picked up during sex. Scott also finds that Skizz chirps adorably when he falls asleep, and that stroking his wings make him a whining mess. He chuckles to himself, maybe Skizz and Andy aren't too different. The latter gets turned on by back massages. The former gets turned on by having his wings preened. Like I said, practically the same.
And I'm always for selfcest, dude. Insecure CC!Etho who can't help but drool over his persona. Makes him feel weird but oh my god. Why do they always make him so hot? Why--why is he wondering if his persona has a knot? He's often portrayed as a wolf...so...
C!Etho is a lot more confident than CC!Etho. Makes him sit on his knees with his dick in his mouth for hours. (CC!Etho is exactly where he wants to be.)
And yes, his persona does have a knot, if you were wondering.
OR OR !!!
Skizz selfcest. Mmmmm skizz....
Skizz and Andy fighting for dominance. Ooft. Both C and CC are tops and doms through and through. Something akin to a stag fight takes place. Ends in messy, horny, sweaty frotting.
Also in my head Scott is a dom leaning vers and Impulse is a sub leaning vers. They have it pretty easy and Scott enjoys taking apart --well--himself?
BTW this all happened because of some weird incantation Joe did im sure of it. I dont know what he did but suddenly players are in the real word. dont ask for lore, I dont have any
Oli/Skizz is just...i need to share this because old man/younger man and Oli is so cute he'd be crying under Skizz's teasing and praise ouhhh I need those men to fuck
Okay so I'll be honest: I don't know much about Oli. I know he's amazingly funny and he makes great music and that he's also not as PG as he lets on. I didn't grow up with the MCYT I watch nowadays because I didn't speak English when I was little so really I only got introduced to a LOT of these creators after I started watching the life series in 2023. I'd of course heard of Lizzie and Mumbo - I feel like they're the best known? At least in my circles. But the other creators I was far less familiar with. Hell, I didn't even know who Oli as until after Wild Life. (Yes...because of the snails and Trivia Bot...)
That being said, I love Oli even though I haven't been exposed to him much.
And you have just ignited a fire in my brain because that is an amazing idea. He was cracking me up every time he spoke about him being the virgin during BotCT and it also sparked something in me - realising Oli knows exactly what he's saying but playing it off as a joke.
LOL also when Bdubs said like 'let this be a reminder to never do alcohol' and Oli immediately jumped in with 'and to also stay celibate' I knew I wanted to write some kind of corruption fic for him. And I feel that Skizz is the perfect man to do so.
CW: corruption kink, ami-public fingering/handjobs, implied anal virgin Oli, also Skizz's real name is used just once
"What's that about celibacy?" Skizz's hand is - god. It's covering his dick. Oli whines, chewing on his lip as Skizz jacks him off fast and hard and rough. His calloused fingers feel fucking phenomenal against his glans every time they reach the tip. The way Skizz squeezes him - it makes him feel like he's being milked for his cum.
His back his pressed against equipment he can't be bothered to worry about right now. The light from the hallway is peeking out from under the door, illuminating the storage room just enough.
"We all know you're no innocent little boy, Oli. Fuck, look at you." Skizz is biting his lip as his hand drags up and down, up and down. "The virgin part I'm not sure about yet." He hums as he lifts his free hand up to Oli's mouth. Eagerly the younger of the two takes two of his fingers, suckling on them and wetting them properly. He's not even sure why, his brain is just filled with Skizz, Skizz, Skizz, faster, harder, more.
When the fingers are being pulled away Oli whines needly, mouth chasing after them. "Shh...don't worry pretty boy. Just gotta make sure I've got a real virgin under me, hm?" Skizz hums with a predatory undertone. Oli jumps when he feels one of Skizz's fingers prod against his hole, slowly worming its way inside. "Shh shh...I know it's a weird feeling, love. You gotta get used to it. Once you do, it's gonna feel so good." Skizz coos. The hand on Oli's cock has since slowed, reduced to slow pumps as he works a finger into his ass.
"I'll tell you what," Skizz grunts, curling his finger against a spot that makes Oli cry out from under him, "you're certainly tight enough to be a virgin. Fucking hell, Oli."
"Skizz," Oli hiccups, hips bucking up and down - not sure which way to seek for more pleasure. Skizz shuts him up with a gentle kiss. "It's Andy. Now, go on. Let me hear you unravel for me, sweetheart."
While writing this I was also thinking of the amazing chemistry Jono and Oli have together. Oli, Jono and Skizz, honestly.
“Look at you…” Skizz’s breath ghosts over his neck and his stubble scratches the shell of his ear. His hands are working on his nipples and Impulse can see all of it. All of himself, in the mirror in front of him.The way his cock is leaking for attention. How he’s all dressed up in pink for his friend. He can see the mascara running down his cheeks. Skizz explicitly told him to not get waterproof mascara (do you know how much of a pain it is to find non-waterproof mascara these days? Seriously, does no one want to see tear stained cheeks anymore?)
His cock is trapped in a pink cage and he can see precum dribbling through the bars. It’s hot. Never in his life has he looked at himself and thought he was hot. But thanks to Skizz–thanks to his best friend, he can see it. Every inch of him was made to be looked at, he’s sure. The way he’s dusted with pink blush across nearly every surface and the way he can see sweat beading on his forehead, surely ruining his make up.
He can feel Skizz’s dick deep inside of him, unmoving but hard as a rock. He knows it gets Skizz going to see him like this, loving himself, enjoying himself. He should know, he can feel his cock throb after all.
“You want more, princess?” Skizz’s thumb and index finger tweak his nipples and Impulse gasps, rocking back into his touch. “I–I want whatever you give me…” Impulse whimpers despite wanting more. More touch, more pleasure, more praise, more Skizz.
“I know you’re lying, pretty girl. Go on, tell Daddy what you want.” One of his fingers tug on his collar, making the thick fog in his brain only grow thicker. “Want…want daddy…mm please..” Impulse’s hips shock up, seeking for attention.
“How do you want Daddy, baby?” The grin in his voice is audible. It’s predatory and wanting. “Want Daddy to fuck me…” Impulse chews on his lips, fingers fiddling with the hem of his skirt.
“Where, baby? Come on, I taught you better than this.” Skizz gives a gentle, encouraging love tap to his thigh.
Impulse pouts but reaches behind himself to show off his already filled out hole to Skizz. “In–In my pussy please, Daddy…”
“That’s a good girl.” Skizz growls before pinning him down, making the mascara drip further down his face, all for Impulse to see.
i hope falseren are enjoying twitchcon rotterdam and having birthday sex in a bathroom somewhere. false deserves it
“Ren,” she claws at his back. Moans get cut off with a kiss. A hungry, needy kiss. “Shh,” he murmurs against the skin of her neck, careful not to leave any marks. False is pushed up against the wall of the bathroom stall, legs wrapped around his waist and being held by her hips. His trousers are around his ankles, sloppily pushed down as the two rushed into the stall. It’s nearing the end of the first day and most people are at Minecraft Live enjoying the show. Who are they to not take advantage of the fewer people walking around? Hurriedly the two had rushed into the bathrooms near the entrance, tucked away into a wall.
False claws at his shirt, hoping -praying- that sweat stains aren’t too visible in it. She tries to keep her mouth shut, but her soft gasps and whimpers echo around the tile walls of the empty bathrooms. “Katy,” Ren mouths at her earlobe, breath ghosting of the shell of it as the sweet tone of his words make their way into her mind.
It feels—good. So good. His cock is hitting deep inside of her. Slick is coating him and she’s glad that his trousers are around his ankles instead of getting dirtied with her juices.
One hand stays on her hips, the other holds her ass as he pummels himself into her. Panting into her neck, Ren gasps her name. “Katy. ‘S so good…” He slurs, surely drooling all over the side of her neck.
“You feel good—as well..” They both go rigid when they hear the door to the outside open. His thrusting stops and she clamps a hand over her mouth. False’s eyes are wild, finding Ren’s when he pulls himself out of her neck.
He hushes her quietly before slowly rocking his hips back and forth. It’s agonising, it’s slow, it’s dangerous. What if someone heard them? What if someone saw them? Did she lock the stall door? Are there any gaps between the door and the wall?
She’s snapped out of her thoughts when his lips find their spot again and bite down - hard. She almost gasps out his name but chomps down on her hand, almost certainly leaving a bite mark. One that won’t be covered by her hair. Whatever. That’s something she can worry about later.
She reaches between their bodies and gently rubs her clit, pussy clenching around Ren’s dick. She almost smirks at the way his breathing hitches when he feels it.
Holding her breath she feels wound up tighter than a spring and Ren’s thrust keep stuttering anytime he moves his hips up. He’s getting close - she knows his tells by now. Fuck. They’re both getting off on the fact that there’s someone in the bathrooms right now.
“Just a little more…” Ren whispers quietly, speeding up and praying that the sound of naked bodies slapping against one another isn’t too noticeable. She feels her own legs tremble with every pass over the bundle of nerves between her legs. “Close,” she grits, one hand tangling into Ren’s hair. He bites back a groan when she tugs on the strands closest to his scalp.
Then, footsteps make their way outside and the door falls closed. “God-“ Ren picks up his pace, pistoning out of her rapidly. Squeezing her ass, moving her back and forth and hitting so deep inside of her she sees stars. “So close Katy,” he almost whimpers. She nods in agreement.
Hands and hips speed up until—in one flash of hot white she feels herself unravel on him. Ren stills when he feels her clenching down, pulsing rhythmically around in. “Shit—“ he gasps, burying his face in her collar bones when he cums.
The afterglow is nice, they’re breathing against one another and thanks to the condom the clean up isn’t too bad. No messes.
“We should get back…” False breath as and with a groan Ren agrees.
