Pairing: Skips Shadley/AFAB!reader
Contains: drunk!reader, scare actor!skips, nickname “penumbra”, mutual masturbation, service top!skips, lmk if i missed any
an: halloweens coming up so i thought this would be fitting. AHHHH lmk if you wanna be in the tag list!!!
Halloween, one of the most eventful holidays of the year, was something you often looked forward to. This year, however, you really just wanted to stay in and enjoy some cheesy scary movies and cheap, off brand candy that you could get from the 99¢ store.
But when your friends invited you to this huge, extravagant haunted house, you reluctantly went along in a costume you crafted yourself last minute.
You and the group met up at some guy’s house. He had a bunch of beer and liquor, so you didn’t say no. (You may or may not have ended up drinking more than you should’ve.)
“Nice costume,” your friend, Presley, smirked. She knew you always went all out.
“Thanks,” you grin, pretty proud of it since you made it last minute but it looked good anyway.
She brought you along with a group of people, some girls and some boys, all in a large bunch.
One of Presley’s friends, Jenna, smiled at you with her boyfriend on her arm while dressed like Tiffany from the Child’s Play franchise.
“No theatre practice tonight?” She grins, tilting her head. You spare a glance at Presley, assuming she must’ve told her friend about your small grouped theatre class.
“No,” you shrug. “Not tonight. My parter, skips, is busy tonight. I’m not sure for what.” You sip your drink in a cheap plastic cup, draining it. The alcohol feels fuzzy in your head.
She shrugs and goes back to her boyfriend, who’s matching as Chucky with her.
Once the group makes their way to the large park reserved for big fairs like this, you smile and inhale. The pungent scent of sweat, leather, and fall leaves hits your nose. You’ve always liked Halloween, ever since you were a kid.
“The haunted house is this way,” Presley says, her hand dragging you toward the brick gothic building in the far left corner of the expanse.
It’s made from jagged black-brick with red roofing and large victorian towers in each corner. You grin. The fake cobwebs and pumpkins lined up outside are nostalgic.
One of the scare actors grinned and let you inside, dressed as a cracked doll with blonde pigtails and a huge smile. You walked inside and immediately heard the ominous music and screams of other people deeper inside the castle.
One of the scare actors, nestled in the corner, lifted his chin when he saw you and your group of friends, half of which you didn’t even know their names.
He had on a thin rubber mask with slits for eyes. His dark black hair was tied behind his head and fake blood was all over his checkered and layered costume. You shiver. He didn’t try to jump scare you, he only waited. The alcohol made the experience even more… interesting.
Your friend grinned, shoving your shoulders toward him. The exit to the next room was completely the opposite way. You quirked a brow.
“Go on!” Presley smirks. “It’s been a while for you. You could loosen up a little!” You stare at her with wide eyes.
“Ten bucks if you kiss him,” She smirks.
A giggle rips from your throat. Without much hesitation (thanks to the booze), your feet carried you forward to the masked man. You put your arms behind your back and fast walked toward him.
He tilts his head and raises a hand toward you, a plastic knife in his hand.
“You’re not supposed to break character, right?” You ask, shifting your weight.
“I suppose not, my penumbra,” he purrs, setting the knife down.
You roll your lips and take a hesitant step forward. He stands awkwardly still, his arms at his sides.
You grab his cracked mask and lift it slightly, only to reveal his mouth and nose.
Your mouth found his in a heated kiss. Your friends were watching, but you didn’t particularly care.
What surprised you was that he kissed back.
His lips mold around yours and his left hand finds your lower back, his right gripping the back of your neck and pressing you deeper into him as you heard snickering in the background. You drowned out everything besides his lips, and how warm his mouth was against yours.
You break the kiss to breathe, your eyes wide with slight terror. All you could think about was that you kissed a total stranger, and he kissed you back.
Your friends teased you about it the rest of the night, and the more the adrenaline wore off, the more embarrassed you became.
Tired and exhausted from the night before with a pounding headache, you arrived early in the morning to your saturday theatre class with a coffee from the small hole-in-the-wall cafe across the street. You grabbed one for your acting partner, Skips, just how he liked it.
When you set it down by him on stage, he looked flustered.
You stop in your tracks and stare at him slightly. “You okay, Skips?”
“Yeah,” He says, lifting his chin to meet your gaze. His eyes are a deep brown, almost black.
“Why wouldn’t I be, penumbra?”
That name. That name that sent slick through your thighs, that swallowed you with guilt and embarrassment.
“I- what did you just call me?” You choke on your saliva, your cheeks warm.
“Did you have fun at the haunted house last night?” He asks, a smirk on his lips. One eye is covered by the part of his thick black hair, the same hair that you carded your fingers through last night.
“No,” You muttered. “That’s… i… you?”
“Told you I was busy,” He grins. “Was the kiss enough? Seems like you were.. pretty pent up,” He teases. Under that cocky facade, though, you know he’s just as affected by it as you are. His pale cheeks are now a dark flushed red.
“You seemed all too willing to kiss me back,” You point out, pressing your hand against his sternum. For once, you’re glad you and Skips are the only people who come to practice an hour and a half early, courtesy of having the two main characters/love interests in the play.
He bites down on his bottom lip, his hand coming up to rest on the side of your neck.
“I’m just as desperate as you, penumbra.”
You shiver at the nickname. Your hand fists his shirt and you lean up to press your mouth to his. This time, it’s heated and messy and full of need. You’re finally kissing that cute emo theatre dork you’ve had a slight crush on since last March.
Your hands slide up his sides, under his shirt and on his ribs. He puts his hands in your hair, gripping it at the base. A moan bubbles from your lips, into his mouth, He parts his lips and licks your bottom lip.
You slide your tongue across his, saliva wetting both of your mouths.
“Shit, Penumbra,” he pants against your lips, pulling away just enough to breathe, your lips connected by a string of spit.
He nips at your bottom lip, grabbing both sides of your face and backing you up against the back wall of the stage.
“Class doesn’t start until 9,” he pants, his hands sliding beneath your shirt. His fingers find your bra and slide over your breasts, cupping them in his hands before coming behind your back and unclipping it.
“Is this okay?” He whispers in your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
He bites his lip and slides off your bra, the straps coming through the sleeves of your t-shirt before he strips that off too, revealing your nipples.
He takes one of them in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak. His tongue ring is cool against your flushed skin. You moan, gripping his hair.
“Skips,” you squeak, tilting your chin back. He tugs your pants down by the pant loops, your panties damped on your center. He moans against your nipple, sending vibrations that make you sigh with pleasure.
His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your underwear, sliding against your clit teasingly. You moan and arch into him. He releases your nipple with a small ‘pop’.
“Again,” You moan, sliding your face into the crook of his neck. He smells like cedar and his natural musk. You lick his neck and he moans softly into your ear, his fingers brushing against your clit again, swirling his finger around it in circles.
“Just like that, fuck,” you sigh, leaning your head back, and he takes the opportunity to latch his lips onto the column of your throat.
He moans at the praise, his cock twitching in his pants, begging to be released from its confinements.
You slide your hand down his chest to his waistband, sliding your fingers in his boxers and wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. He moans and his hips twitch forward, his fingers working against your clit quicker.
You slide your hand to his tip, collecting his precum and sliding it down his entire length so it coats him before bringing your hand back and forth to the same rhythm of the beats of pleasure he brings your cunt.
The noises he makes are downright sinful, his teeth grazing against your left artery as he bucks his hips into your hand.
His entire body tenses against you, a ragged cry tearing from his lips as you roll your hips harder against his, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. His fingers of his free hand dig into your hips, bruisingly tight, as if he’s trying to anchor himself—but he’s losing control fast, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
"Fuck—fuck—" he chokes out, voice shattered.
"Please—" he gasps, hips jerking up against yours helplessly. "I—fuck—I can’t—"
“keep going,” you moan, your voice getting more high pitched as you feel that tight knot in your abdomen. “i’m so close, baby, please keep going.”
he rubs your clit faster, biting down on your shoulder as his hips stutter against your hand. Before you know it, white hot pleasure prickles against your spine as you cum on his hand, your eyes closing sharply.
Just as your moans get breathier and he can tell you’re cumming, ropes of warm cum paint your hand and the insides of his boxers. He whines against your shoulder, his hips weakly thrusting against you as he rides out his orgasm.
you both catch your breath. he kisses up your neck up your cheek and nose until he kisses your lips softly.
“Are you okay?” He asks softly, resting his forehead against yours. You nod and dazily grin.
“Think we can skip out on practice? Just this once?”
“I think so,” he grins sheepishly.
