#skips x reader

[torubae]

∞ skips shadley

tear you apart (headcanons, fluff, smut)

∞ mateo manta

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∞ dirk devereux

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∞ mitchell linn

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∞ dorian

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[dersite-day-dreamer]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

hey, hey, what if Soul Eater AU?

[dersite-day-dreamer]

Soft

The living room was bathed in the warm glow of the television, some mindless sitcom playing in the background. You'd lost track of what episode you were on hours ago, but it didn't matter. The real entertainment was the way Skips had gradually melted against you on the couch.

What had started as him sitting beside you had slowly evolved into this—his head resting against your stomach, arms wrapped loosely around your waist, completely content. His transformation from the imposing xxXShadowl0rd420Xxx to this relaxed, affectionate version of himself never ceased to amaze you. Gone was the dramatic vocabulary and intimidating presence, replaced by someone who found pure bliss in simple moments like these.

"You're not even watching," you murmured, running your fingers through his hair as he nuzzled deeper against the soft curve of your belly.

"Mm," he hummed, the sound vibrating against you. "This is better than whatever's on." His voice carried that characteristic chill tone, but there was an underlying warmth that was purely Skips. "You're so soft... Its perfect."

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. Even after all this time together, his genuine appreciation for your body never failed to make your heart flutter. There was no pretense with him, no hidden agenda—just pure, honest affection.

"The show's actually getting good," you said teasingly, though you made no move to adjust your position.

Skips lifted his head just enough to meet your eyes, a lazy smile playing across his features. "Yeah? What's happening?"

You glanced at the screen where the characters were in the middle of some ridiculous misunderstanding. "Honestly? I have no idea. I stopped paying attention when you turned into a cuddle monster."

He laughed, the sound rich and genuine. "Hypocrite. Can you blame me?" His hand traced gentle patterns along your thigh, thumb brushing over the soft fabric of your pajama pants. "I've got the most comfortable person in existence right here. Why would I care about some TV show?"

The casual way he said it, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, made something warm unfurl in your chest. This was what you loved most about this version of him—how he'd shed all those dramatic pretenses and could just be genuine about what made him happy.

"You're such a flatterer," you accused, but you couldn't keep the smile out of your voice.

"Not flattery if it's true." He settled back against you, cheek pressed to your stomach, eyes drifting closed. "This is all I need. Just... this."

The paranoia that sometimes crept into his voice when he worried you might leave was completely absent now. In moments like these, he was just Skips—relaxed, content, and utterly devoted to the simple pleasure of being close to you. Even without the perverted turn it sometimes took.

You let your hand rest in his hair, occasionally stroking through the strands as the television continued its background chatter. Outside, the world moved on, but here in this bubble of warmth and contentment, time felt wonderfully suspended.

"I love you like this," you whispered, barely audible over the TV.

"Like what?"

"Happy. Peaceful. Just... you."

He lifted his head again, and the look in his eyes was so tender it made your breath catch. "I love me like this too," he said softly. "But only because it's with you."

As he settled back down, burrowing against your warmth like he was trying to memorize the feeling, you couldn't help but think about how far you'd both come. From that first intimidating encounter with Shadowl0rd to this—lazy evenings where the most important thing in either of your worlds was the simple comfort of being together.

The sitcom laugh track echoed through the room, but neither of you were paying attention anymore. This was infinitely better than whatever entertainment the screen could provide. At least, it was, until he moved your thighs over his shoulders...

[hashemovitch]

Wear Black, Speak in Colour (Skips Shadley/Reader)

Tags: Monsterfucking, Tentacle Sex, Multiple Penetration, Nipple Play, Anal Sex, Come Swallowing

Chapter 1/2

AO3 Link

"Oh, my penumbra, you’re back! Where’ve you been ?” In an unusual display of sweetness, Skips grabbed you tight around the shoulders, nudging his nose into your neck. Assertion was nothing new coming from him, such that you wondered why he always went red (gold, rather) when he touched you.

Of course it wasn’t what he meant, but sometimes his love was simply too strong. Sometimes, all you could think to do was deflect. “Online shopping to cope with unemployment. You?”

“Oh,” his expression fell. Behind you, deep blue shadows wriggled expressively. “It depresses me when you say stuff like that.”

“Sorry, babe. I’m only kidding, if that helps.”

“I hope so. I know you’re turning that pain into something meaningful.” Skips’ hold on you grew ever tighter while down below something squirmed against your ankle. He noticed you kicking it away — you figured it was a silverfish let loose —, with his serene, closed-eye expression morphing into a scheming grin. “Sorry. They like you.”

“Who’s ‘they’?”

“Shadows. I can put ‘em away if it bothers you.”

“No,” you said, unsubtly spreading your legs a bit further, “they can stay.”

Skips got the memo. Of course he did. Turning warmer against your skin, he rocked slightly on his heels, humming all the while as if it’d distract you from the tentacle touch making its way up your leg. It paused at your knee to wrap around you, teasing the tender inside of your thigh, making you jump when it made itself comfortable against your clit. “Last chance to change your mind.”

How shady of him, to offer retreat the very moment your nerves turned alight. “Why?” you asked, relaxing into the appendage, “Do you think I can’t handle them?”

Mercifully, he didn’t question you any further; the shadow-tentacle rubbed delicate circles on your clit’s very surface while Skips slid his cold, cold hands down to play with your breasts. His body always ran hot in moments of passion, but for shadow-shrouded reasons beyond your understanding, his hands remained frigid as ever. “They can’t handle you , is all. They’ve never been inside something so– ah! ” he jerked against you, wrapping a foot around your ankle to keep upright, “so tight…” That particular shadow got to prodding your clit curiously; meanwhile, another one had slithered inside you, poking its unexpectedly smooth tip around like it was searching for treasure.

And then, God above, it began to pulse. Anything you could have thought to say, your mind squashed into a long, meaningless, utterly filthy groan. Inside you, Skips’ shadow, growing and shrinking, stretched you distressingly wide. When you bore down on it, his arms tightened around you, with an additional pair of tentacles appearing to support his hold. It trapped your arms at your sides, had you floundering about at every insistent prod down below, every newfound finger-like shadow form announcing its presence by burrowing into the only parts of you left untouched — low down your clit, another at its hood, two in tandem holding your legs too far apart for dissent to be an option.

“Your every noise brings me great satisfaction,” Skips whispered into your shoulder — you held onto a secret hope that he'd bite down, maybe —, “but for now, my most beloved shade, allow me to silence you.” That voice — you recognized that voice. The demonic entity that'd appeared before you all those weeks ago may have been a front, but no less did it make you melt. 

Back then, your greatest fear had been that the Shadow Lord would sense your arousal. Now, you hoped he'd sense just how great it was, how you burst at the seams with enthusiasm at anything his lordship deigned to inflict on you.

How it was you opening your mouth wide to receive the shadow nudging your lips apart.

At first, whilst the shadows inside you increased their thrusting power tenfold such that your body bounced with their force, the one in your mouth merely explored, as if this was just another job, another cavity to fill at its master's command. You went for an encouraging lick, made difficult by your tongue lying trapped underneath the shadow. Judging by Skips’ sudden jolt against your back, though, it wasn't so ineffective as you expected. That very shadow quit stroking the grooves on the roof of your mouth, resuming its path down your throat. It emulated the pulse inside you, though to a lesser extent — disappointing, but fine , he was being mindful not to rupture your throat.

You felt Skips cackle before your mind processed the noise. A vibration emanated from deep in his warm, secure chest, from the body you realised amidst your drowning thoughts was still fully clothed compared to you, dressed in the tatters of what had once been your modest black outfit, a sticky mixture of inky tentacle slick mixed with your own dripping down your thighs.

“My penumbra,” he spoke, a shadow suctioning its underside onto your clit (you couldn't wait to find out how that worked later), “your body is overwhelmed, I know,” oh, he knew. So well that when you ground down onto the stimulation encasing your clit, Skips pulled it away, “but I would like to fill you wholly and utterly. I want to know you inside and out.”

You listened. You listened and you nodded and did your utmost best to thrust out your ass for the final tentacle, who'd slowly begun to circle around your hole, leaving a slimy trail in its wake (not so easy when the rest of you was still getting fucked out of your mind).

Carefully, but with a filthy squelch that made your clit pulse terribly despite how close you were, Skips pulled a tentacle out of your mouth. Your throat was so miserably empty that you wriggled about in frustration, a feat nearly impossible with every square inch of you restrained and filled. “Use your words, oh sweet diviner of my heart. Use them and I shall obey your every command.”

You made to accept his offer, but leftover tentacle slime kept the words inside. The weak cough that came out instead shook your entire fucked-out body; to your satisfaction, Skips squeaked out a desperate “ F-fuck. ” Something hard, up beside the tentacle, nudged at your ass. You'd forgotten entirely that he had needs, too.

With the return of a clear throat, you agreed at long last, only to be quieted again with a rough pump into your throat. The tentacle slipped seamlessly into your ass, already so thoroughly lubricated in its own slick that there was no need for the usual lubrication. Instead of the pulsing you'd expected, however, it fell into a strange vibrating rhythm — more relaxing than stimulating, but you suspected that was for Skips’ benefit; he'd quit the “dark lord” act to grind against you from behind while every one of his shadow tentacles worked your insides, thrusting in all sorts of strange and thrilling and just-slightly painful ways while, muffled but no less controlled, you screamed .

You screamed from overwhelm, from the battering suction tugging each nerve that formed your clit, from the vicious, unrelenting thrusts blocked from gutting you only by your cervix, from the extra set of shadows plucking at your nipples in the absence of Skips’ grounding palms. Every time a tentacle touched your skin, it dribbled a liquid onto you much more viscous than what had been dripping all over the rest of you. This one stung for the most miniscule of moments, but it made your skin so frustratingly sensitive that you simply couldn't stand it. If Skips didn't get his own two hands on you, if he didn't stroke and rub and pinch to his heart's content immediately, you really might have lost your damn mind.

Behind you, Skips’ body burned. His fingers dug into exposed portions of your flesh (the bit of his face that you could see from your position, you noticed, was gold as the sun). There wasn't even enough time to warn you the way he usually might (deliciously flustered, adorably pitched) as, with a final flourish, each tentacle released into you.

It tasted sweet. In fact, the recollection that it tasted precisely like Skips’ own cum was what spurred your own orgasm.

And fuck, was it mind-blowing. There was no time to catch your breath; your vision went white and that was that. Your every muscle, hanging on by the snug thread that was Skips’ arms, contracted into a storm of palpitations, a heated sunburst so cataclysmically powerful it wiped every thought from your silly, useless little head.

By the time your body deflated, you found that your vision still hasn't returned. So much as lifting a finger was a monumental effort, sure, and sweat and cum and all manner of mystery substances dripped like wax from your every pore, and your tongue was too damn sore from being pummeled around your mouth for so long (at least, it felt long), but you tried. Oh, how you tried to express yourself.

“S-say that again, sweets,” Skips stuttered. His voice wavered slightly at the end there — whether that was the effort of holding you up or his own neglected hard-on or the orgasm his own shadow-limb-things had just experienced, you didn't know.

“I can't fucking see!” 

“It's all white?” 

“Yes! Help me!” A snap of the fingers and every shadow withdrew unpleasantly from your body, not unlike a seatbelt whose button had been pushed. It didn't hurt, but you felt empty . Skips wasn't even holding you anymore — he'd placed you on the ground, and though you sensed his presence beside you, you already predicted that the yearning for more tentacles inside you would slowly drive you insane until Skips supplied it yet again.

“Just breathe, baby,” he said, lightly trailing his nails over your side. You couldn't even call it scratching, it was so gentle. “I know that was a lot.”

“It was– hey, I can see again! Nice! Anyway, what was I… um, it was a really good kind of ‘a lot.’”

“Not too much?”

“Noooo.” Skips’ cloud-mass of hair danced in your vision, fuzzy as cotton candy; you curled a blurry strand around your fingers. “I'd tell you if it was.”

Skips, that sweetheart of yours, placed his head on your chest, granting you ever easier access to his soft, soft hair. “Don't get too excited, okay? Even the lord of shadows doesn't have enough energy to keep that up all the time.”

“No problem. I really only want you, in the end.” A hum from Skips introduced comfortable silence, but just then you remembered: “Hey, are you still hard?” 

“It's fine,” said Skips, rolling away from your touch. You hadn't been aiming for his dick like he expected, so your arm merely flopped against his hip.

“Come onnnn, you fucked me up today! The least I can do is jerk you off or something.”

“I'm… That's not necessary.”

Well, you weren't going to push him, but the bright gold dusting his face indicated that he wasn't telling you something . “Whatever,” you dragged yourself closer, hurriedly enveloping him in your arms before he could escape, “stop being so cute and let me spoon you…” you stuck your face in the crook of his shoulder, eliciting a whisper little laugh, “foreverrrrrrrrr! ”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Chapter 2 soon. Stay tuned, squad. HMU on Tumblr for chitchat and requests! My AO3

[mellowwmuse]

Putting On a Show

Skips Shadley x GN Reader 🖤 CW: nsfw

Summary: You find out that skips likes to watch just as much as he likes to listen. A/N: small drabble for skips. been wanting to write this since that one interaction (iykyk) 😏

Skips, who can't stop thinking of your embarrassed expression and nervous fidgeting after he told you that nearly the whole house could hear your… nightly activities.

Skips, who totally doesn't habitually wait for these moments with bated breath, his chest heaving and his ears growing hotter with every delicious gasp and moan that falls from your lips and reverb off the walls of the house.

Skips, who definitely doesn't try to picture you as he listens to you in the shadows. Who absolutely doesn't desperately palm himself through his pants while imagining you sweaty and flushed with your arousal coating your fingers and thighs. Because even just the sound of you is enough to send him over the edge.

Skips, who does notice that you’ve been coincidentally turning the lights off earlier in the evening some days after the sun has set. Maybe keeping the curtains closed a tad longer in the mornings.

Skips, who can already feel his pants tightening as he locks eyes with you in the dim hallway one evening as you slowly step into your bedroom and flick the lights after you, plunging the room into a familiar darkness.

Skips, whose luminescent flush is the only source of light in your bedroom as he kneels at the edge of your bed, breathlessly thrusting into his fist as he watches you come undone for the first time.

Skips, who studies and relishes every curve and dip of your body as if he’s trying to memorize it. Who is practically overwhelmed by the sound of you expertly working yourself beneath him, the wet slaps of your hands on your skin, your breathy moans and choked sobs, his name falling from your lips over and over. 

Skips, who is not far behind when your climax finally washes over you. Who drenches your dripping fingers and aching core with his release. Who leans in close to rest his forehead on yours, beads of sweat mixing with your own, and praising you for putting on such a good show for him.

Skips, who practically begs you to let him lick you clean. 

should i make a full fic of this?

[torubae]

tear you apart

pairing. skips shadley x fem!reader

summary. sfw & nsfw headcanons for our favourite shadow boy!

angel's notes. just a lil somethin to get back into the swing of things! been obsessed with date everything recently— especially this cute emo loser— so im definitely gonna write more! check out my request info to see what characters i'll be writing for!

masterpost. | de masterlist.

— SFW

♡ completely wraps himself around you when hugging. most of the time skips is the big spoon and when he is, he tugs you tight to his chest and wraps you both in his shadows. so you're fully enveloped by him and his comfort.

♡ though on the times when he's little spoon, he just loves it when you run your hands through his hair. his head will be pressed against your chest, breath warming your skin, and arms wrapped tight around your waist. both of your hands will rest on his head, playing mindlessly with the shadowy strands of his dark hair. and if you gently scratch his scalp, just know he will practically purr.

♡ he's very possessive and canonically has attatchment issues so don't be surprised if you're out in public and he slips his arm around your waist or his hand into your own. he'll practically be touching you all. the. time. so much so that you should be concerned if he's not touching you in some way!

♡ i headcanon that hes a biggg gamer. he'll play anything from old arcade classics like space invaders and asteroids to modern shooter games like cod and apex legends. he especially likes when you watch him play— showing off to you whilst you're sat on his lap, legs thrown over his thigh and back resting on the side of his gaming chair, head laying on his shoulder.

♡ he definitely has a load of piercing and a couple tattoos. would have a tat of your name/penumbra somewhere on his body aswell.

♡ skips says "i love you" a lot. he has got to make sure you know how much you mean to him and hes gotten into a habit of saying it in every conversation you have. either completely randomly, when it doesn't even match the context of the chat, or at the end of a discussion just before you go your own ways. though, his favourite place to say it is in bed when you're both sleepy and cuddly and just wrapped in each others embraces.

♡ ^^ it probably took him a while to actually say it though. he had (and still has) some trust issues from benji and his previous friends and he's not all that convinced you won't leave him. but when he finally feels comfortable he won't ever stop saying it.

♡ has... unusual... ideas for dates. theres not much you can do together pre!realization besides chilling together in his shadow realm or watching movies but mark my words will he take you on elaborately planned dates. he's had years to think up ideas. most include walking in graveyards or having picnics at night but they're all really romantic.

♡ some petnames he calls you (besides penumbra): my dark angel, my beloved, the bearer of my heart, my dark goddess. he's come up with some crazy ones! you laugh but they really are sweet (and you'll have to turn your head away to hide the blush on your face).

— NSFW

♡ loves roleplaying in bed. that includes being his handle/persona (xxXShadowl0rd420Xxx) and using that deep voice you oh so love.

♡ post!realization skips would dream of fucking you at work. hiding in the shadows like you both did when he was still a dateable, keeping a hand over your mouth to silence you in hopes of not getting caught.

♡ shadow. bondage. him tying you to the headboard of your bed with his shadowy tendrils.... or vice versa. making him tie himself up... with his own shadows.

♡ so loud in bed. he'll be whining and whimpering and moaning your name. also a big praiser! will call you all sorts of loving names whilst he pounds you into a mattress. although, if the situation calls for it, he's very good at degrading/dirty talk. when he's about to come, he will babble unintelligible words of love and adoration for you and your pussy.

♡ cockwarming might be his favourite thing ever. he especially loves it when you sit on his lap whilst he's gaming, cock snug in your walls. and whenever he makes a mistake or dies in game you're there for him to fuck out his frustrations.

♡ total munch. his second favourite place to be in the world is between your thighs (first is by your side!), face covered in your slick arousal and mouth feasting on your cunt. oral is his favourite way to get you to come— he just loves the taste of you on his tongue. and dont get me started on face sitting because skips would be a fiend.

♡ ^^ also so yk how i said he has a ton of piercings? well one of them would be a tongue piercing. and let me just say that that thing would do wonders on your clit. it would get you to come so quickly. skips definitely uses that to his advantage when eating you out.

♡ has a breeding kink but not because he wants to get you pregnant (ok maybe a little) but because the thought of you being filled with him completely, of being so close to you that you're literally dripping him, is so hot. just the fact you allowed him to fill you with him warms his heart (and gives him a raging boner!)

♡ post!realization he's still not used to being a human and having an actual body, since its a big difference from being made of shadows. you'll spend hours experimenting with him; learning what makes him feel good, what turns him on, what he doesn't like. you find out some very interesting stuff.

♡ biggg switch energy. loves being underneath you, completely at your will, but also loves pounding you into the bed when you've been a brat.

♡ skips loves it when you jerk him off. of course he loves the feeling of your mouth and pussy around him but he prefers your hand. his favourite thing to do is make out with you, slowly and lovingly and sensually, whilst you leisurely jerk him off. and most times he'll be fingering you at the same time.

♡ has a lot of prefered positions but his all time favourites are:

♡ cowgirl. having you on top of him— riding him slowly and keeping up a steady pace, face to face to witness eachother's pleasure, maybe even overstimulating or edging him— is the most attractive thing to him. giving all control over to you so you can decide if you want slow, sensual sex or fast and lustruous just chasing pleasure and using him for his cock.

♡ 69. sitting on skips' face whilst also sucking his dick? absolutely! it may as well be heaven for him. his hands wrapped around your thighs and fingers digging bruses into the soft flesh of your ass, encouraging your hips to roll against him. with your own hands finding purchase on the thickness of his thighs, mouth enveloping his cock and tongue tracing the ridges of his veins and circling his tip. oh, it gets him to come so quickly.

♡ doggystyle. this is brattamer!skips' fav position. pounding into from behind, feeling slick splash against his skin from the sheer force of his thrusts, your ass jiggling and red from previous spanks. and when he comes in your he ust loves watching the white liquid drip out of your spent cunt and stain the surface below.

♡ ^^ in times like these he'll make sure to eat you out afterwards, cum still dripping and now covering his lower face, tasting his own saltiness mixed with yours, and upper face shoved in your ass. you're limbs are like jelly by then, that once perfect arch you had has since collapsed along with yourself as you're barely concious.

[beezer2713]

an: i really enjoyed writing for skips before so here's some more of him! and i feel like theirs an over saturation of nsfw on tumblr so i'm adding more sfw one post at a time (i don't have anything against nsfw or anyone who reads it—i also read it, no shame—but it's annoying when you're trying to find sfw). come and get your dinner @r3achingout cw: possible spoilers for Skips storyline, probably ooc

Skips/xxXShadowl0rd420Xxx SFW Alphabet

A | Affection: How do they show love? Are they touchy, verbal, or more subtle? He is insanely needy once he opens up to you. Hold you? His shadows are wrapping all around you any chance he can. Endlessly spouting angsty poetry about how much he loves you? This boy does it in his sleep. Will he watch you while you do anything around the house to keep you safe? Of course. Is it creepy? Maybe, but he means well by it, promise!

J | Jealousy: Do they get jealous? How do they handle insecurity or attention? Skips gets jealous easily but he doesn't tell you when he does. It makes him feel bad when he gets jealous over things as simple as you thanking the other dateables when they help you around the house. You can always tell whenever he gets jealous though by the way all the shadows in the house try to surround you more than they normally do.

N | Nicknames: Do they call their partner petnames? What Nicknames (petnames) do they give their partner? Obviously Skips calls you penumbra. He would also call you his life and his lover.

P | Protection: How protective are they? How do they protect their partner / would like to be protected? Very protective. Checks the entire house over constantly to make sure nothing is trying to hide in the shadows with the intent to harm you. Would turn you into shadows with him if he could to keep you safe with him forever.

Q | Quiet moments: How are they during quiet moments with their partner? Is it a peaceful silence or do they make it awkward somehow? Skips is long used to being in silence with you before you got the dateviators. He feels no different about it after you get the dateviators.

S | Smooches: What are they kisses like? Where do they kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed? He'll kiss you where he can get his lips. Will also tell you that whenever the shadows caress you it's him kissing you. Kisses you like it'll be the last time he ever gets to every time. Adores it when you kiss him on his hands the most. He loves it wherever you kiss him don't get it wrong. But there's something special whenever you two are rp'ing with him in his Shadowlord form and you kneel down to kiss the back of his hands in worship.

U | Unwinding: How do they like to relax with their partner? How can their partner help them relax after a hard day? A very big fan of parallel play with his partner—with or without the dateviators on. He'll also rp with you if it helps you relax.

Y | Yearning: Who misses the other the most? Can they be away from their partner for long? This man is a yearner. He isn't shouting it to the rest of the house or anything in that manner. But the shadows always seem to stretch closer to you when you walk by, no matter how long it had been since you last talked.

Z | Zzz: What are their sleep habits like as a couple? Do they cuddle, sprawl, fall asleep mid-conversation? As the embodiment of shadows Skips doesn't really need to sleep. But he'll lay down with you if you ask him too—you just have to be ok with the glow of his phone being there too.