#skips x reader

Shelley

She’d actually be so nervous about bringing up sex for the first few months of your relationship, if you want anything to happen you’re going to be the one that initiates.

She’ll get carried away easily, she really doesn’t know her own strength, which will be really apparent when her strap is deep inside of you and your ass feels like it’s bruising up.

Actually prefers to watch you suck on her strap rather than getting eaten out, it gives her such a rush of heat throughout her entire body as she watches you take her strap all the way down. Doesn’t matter if it’s a strap where she can get some friction or not, the noises you’re making and the way you’re looking at her will make her cum.

Doesn’t matter how much you weigh, doesn’t matter how muscular you are, she will be manhandling you. It turns her on so much when you let out a little sound of surprise as she picks you up and throws you over her shoulder, giving your ass a smack, “You’re comin’ with me, hot stuff.”

She wants to see you cum just from her fingers, no matter if you’re AMAB or AFAB, she’s committed to make you a moaning, drooling mess just from her fingering you. Will talk you through it too, saying things like, “look at you, so close already, just from my fingers”, and, “say it, say that you love this, c’mon.”

When she starts to grope your ass or thighs, not letting go as you’re making out that’s when you know the strap is coming out, and she’s going to fuck your brains out ‘till you pass out, she has insane stamina. Loves to make you moan her own name as she’s fucking into you, her hips stuttering as you cum, crying out her name as she feels herself get even wetter if that was possible. After that one lick to her clit, and she’s cumming on the spot, at least let her cum on your tongue so it won’t be that embarrassing for her.

This woman will sit down and as you get on her lap, you just can’t help your hips as you start to hump her thigh. She’s very turned on by this and discovers that watching you hump her thigh and making yourself cum on her thigh is something she’ll have wet dreams about for months. Moan her name and tell her how good she feels, then she’ll combust on the spot, hugging you by your waist, bringing you flush against her chest as she starts to hump against you too. That’s when she starts to be a whiny mess.

She absolutely gets off on your voice when you’re so close to her ear, and you’re breathlessly moaning her name. Your voice gets her so turned on, so much that she can’t stop the way her body shivers when you moan her name as she’s thrusting into you.

Wants to make you scream so bad, wants the whole house to hear just how good she’s ruining you, how good she’s making you hers as her grip on your thighs tightens, and she starts snapping her hips down into you, her strap reaching even deeper into you. Will not stop fucking you until you at least cry out her name loudly.

Gets so rough when she’s fucking you, she just can’t control herself when you look like a mess like that. Her hand won’t leave your throat as she makes you arch your back into her, using said hand on your throat as an anchor while she’s fucking into you like a woman that wants to make you a dumb, drooling mess on her strap (she does).

Smell really gets her too. Especially after either a good shower, bath or an intense workout session, she just loves any smell that stands out, and it feels like you’re wrapped all around her. Her senses clouded by how good you smell, how hot you look as she’s fingering you, her nose always finds its way to your neck as she gets to smell you and leave a bruising hickey that won’t heal for at least three days. 

Look, for aftercare, she’s stiff. She’s inexperienced, although she fucks really good, she needs a few instructions as to what to do and what you need, but she’s excellent at following orders so she makes up for it. She can get a little awkward after sex, just cuddle up to her and she’ll relax.

Skips/xxXShadowlord420Xxx

This freak will most certainly initiate after like two weeks of being together, if not that, he will pounce when you say want to fuck. He becomes insatiable real quick.

Likes role-play, especially if you take it seriously, might stutter when you’re looking at him like you’re going to eat him up, but he’s trying his best to turn you on as much as you do him.

He says a lot of, “you’re mine”, “mine” and, “only mine” as you’re having sex, especially if he’s close to cumming. He’s possessive, he not only lets you know that with his words, but also by how bruising his grip is on your body. He holds you like you’re going to disappear.

Although he adores you, he loves to have sex in the dark. The suspense of you not knowing where he’s going to touch you next, the small noises you make when he peppers kisses on your thighs out of nowhere when you two first had sex, never leaves his mind.

For fan fiction reasons, I’m going to say his shadow form can interact with you physically. With those long and slender fingers, get ready for the best fingering and/or the best hand job of your life. His tongue would also be freakishly long;

For AMAB, he will not suck you off rather his tongue will be wrapped around your cock stroking you non-stop, the tip of his tongue never leaves the tip of your dick, he’s going to milk you ‘till you’re shooting blanks, until you’re crying and whining your name. The way your voice cracks spurs him on more though…

For AFAB, get ready to feel that tongue in places you didn’t even know were reachable before. His tongue just adds to your wetness, the way his tongue thrusts inside you, you’d think this creature was starving for pussy before meeting you.

For his human-ish form, he loves to watch you bounce on his dick from behind as he’s groping your ass and biting down on your shoulder like he’s claiming you in a way.

If you want to make this man cum so hard he forgets his handle and his own name, tie him up, take his dick in your hands, and while you’re sucking on the tip make sure your hands are busy with his balls. He’ll start to actually cry from the sheer pleasure of it all, he’s going to try to stop himself, but it’s just too much, and he can’t stop his hips from thrusting up as he’s cumming down your throat.

His favorite thing to do, especially when you’re having sex in the dark, is to use the shadows as like a second touch. Instead of just his hands and dick, you’re going to feel five pairs of hands all over your body; some playing with your nipples others teasing your sex, and a pair of them opening your mouth up for you to take another shadow in your mouth which feels exactly like Skips’ dick. Same length, thickness, and same in how much it throbs inside your mouth when you moan around it.

This man loves a good edging session. Especially if you’re on the receiving end, if you tell him you're close suddenly all the shadow hands disappear, and he stops his hips; “if you cum right now, I won’t stop until you cum at least 6 times,” it’s up to you whether that’s a threat, a good time or both.

Whichever gender you identify and present yourself as, if you both have makeup on, especially generally ‘edgy’ makeup, he’s not going to stop fucking your mouth ‘till he sees the lipstick prints on his dick. He also won’t stop fucking you until all of that eyeliner and or mascara is running down your face, you look ruined, and he very much gets off on that.

Anyway, his aftercare is nice! He knows the basics like bring water, clean you up, cuddle; although he is very cold, it helps to ground you back to reality after that most likely hours of sex you two had. Peppers kisses all over your body and calls you his gorgeous penumbra.

Dirk/Clarence

As Dirk, cannot hide the freak that he is, he loves you he loves sex, and he wants you, but Clarence has more decorum about the whole thing.

Remember how Scandelabra says that your clothes have been unusually tighter around your nether regions when you and Clarence got together? Yeah, especially after you just masturbated. This man wants all the juices coming out of you, even Tyrell can’t compete with him in this department, that one minute of you getting up to clean yourself up, and you still have some sort of bottoms on? They will be unusually tighter.

Dirk likes it rough and fast, while Clarence enjoys a slow, passionate love making.

Pull on Dirk's hair as roughly as you can, dig your nails into his scalp, and tell how fucking useless he would be if it wasn’t for his dick as you’re riding him. He will moan and start to beg you to ride him harder, fuck yourself on his dick so good, he can only cum if he’s inside you and only you.

Ride Dirk’s face/fuck his mouth and call him an impatient whore when he cums just from the sensation of your sex in his mouth. Make sure your cum is inside his mouth or down his throat, he’ll make sure to make you suck on his tongue as you’re making out to taste yourself from his tongue.

Bite Dirk’s neck as hard as you can, claw at his back when he’s pounding into you, pull on his hair and bite his bottom lip so hard it starts to bleed, he likes it rough.

Now, for Clarence, he still likes it rough but in a slower way. He’ll press down on your shoulders while fucking you from the back still, but now his thrusts will reach deeper, you’ll get to feel so full because he’s going slow, because he’s letting his dick throb inside you as you moan his name; it’s different but still him.

He gets turned on by corny pickup lines now, if you’re awkwardly trying to turn him on romantically, he’s getting you on all fours and making sure you can’t sit properly for a few days. When you just do your best to show your love, it gets his dick so hard that the only way he can ever get it down is by thrusting it down your throat.

Both versions of him love to watch you touch yourself as he strokes his dick. He’ll match your pace with his own strokes, he won’t ever cum before you do, he’ll tell you to suck on the tip then to “open up,” as he thrusts his dick inside to cum and fill you up properly.

Loves a strip tease, the way your clothes—by extension, him—feel against your skin as you take them off slowly feels like heaven. Drags his cock over your inner thighs, teases your hole by grinding his tip on the entrance but not fully putting it in, it’s his way to tease you back.

A good make out session is the number one way to get him as hard as he possibly can get, get on his lap and tease his half hard dick from under his clothes, and you’ll feel pre-cum leak in no time.

Both versions of him are good at aftercare, although his body is on the thinner side his body is impossibly soft and comfortable as he wraps his arms around you, he’ll kiss your eyelids and tells you how much he loves you as he sees you slowly falling asleep. Overall very good, just remind him to bring water.

Curt & Rod

They usually prefer to have sex with you one on one, but they won’t say no to a threesome every now and then, they find each other attractive too! Plus, now there’s the benefit of fucking you so it won’t get awkward.

Curt loves foreplay, how he feels for the rest of your activities is dependent on it. It's not hard to please him either, you can just sit there and look gorgeous, just be sure to whimper his name as he’s sucking on your bottom lip and his hands are already teasing your clothed sex.

He gets off on you being in control, using his dick for your own pleasure as he just takes it. Pull him close by wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he’s already fucking into you, tell him to go faster, deeper or both, and he’ll do so, snapping his down in the way you told him to, whining every time you tighten around him; leaking pre-cum inside you.

Give him a good blowjob, take him all the way down, massage his thighs, stroke him while you’re sucking on the tip, and he’ll give you the best head of your life. He goes slow, his tongue never in a hurry, pressing down hard, sucking deep- as if he’s really trying to taste every bit of you. His eyes will never break contact with yours while he’s going down on you, too, he gets off on your expressions.

His preferred pace when he’s fucking you is slow, deep, and hard. He loves how you throw your head back with a whine of his name as his tip brushes against that sweet spot inside you again and again. When you let him cum inside, and it overflows from your hole, dripping down to the sheets? It turns him on so much that his pace picks up out of nowhere.

Adores the way you moan his name, he gets so horny just from that, even if he wasn’t close before now he’s cumming on the spot with an embarrassed whine. Whether you exploit that or not is your choice.

For Rod, let him take control and he’s got you.

He thrusts deep and fast, loves to watch your ass bounce off of his hips as he’s thrusting inside you so good, you can feel almost every vein of his dick inside, he gets so deep, he’s also really good at finding the spot that makes you cry out his name while arching your back into him.

Loves giving head more than receiving, the way your thighs clamp up when you’re so close, when you’re so spent that your voice becomes hoarse, the way you can’t help but thrust your hips up when his tongue presses down on your tip/clit, then to suck on it, he just loves it all. Gets off on seeing how much he affects you. 

He’ll look at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky while he’s pounding into you, so close to bruising your ass with the pace he’s going at while telling you how gorgeous you look all fucked out like that.

Really tuned in to your emotions, if you for some reason cam’T say what makes you uncomfortable, he’ll notice it anyway and shift to a position that’s comfortable for both of you or adjust his pace.

Gets off on watching your facial expressions, whether that’s when he’s deep inside you, when he’s giving you head or you’re just making out, his dick will always leak pre-cum when he sees how wet your lips are, your half lidded eyes and the way you’re looking at him gets him so worked up.

They love to fuck you at the same time. Rod’s chest pressing up on your back as the back of your knee slung over Curt’s shoulder while he’s holding you up from your thighs and Rod is holding you up with his hands groping your ass, both of their cocks in one of your holes. Rod’s peppering kisses on your nape, Curt’s giving you hickeys as they both settle down to a slow but deep pace while they thrust into you at the same time, all of you whimpering and moaning breathlessly as the tight fit makes the friction inside you and the friction of their dicks grinding against each other overstimulating in the best way possible.

They will kiss above you as Rod’s fucking you and Curt’s dick is in your mouth, just to get themselves even deeper inside you and see how it feels to kiss each other when you're so tight around them with your mouth and your hole.

You're sucking off Curt, sucking on his tip and stroking the rest while on your knees on the bed, Curt’s eating you out/stroking you at the same time. After you both cum, Curt will hold your head/jaw gently to guide you as you suck off Curt next.

They definitely get into a competition over who can make you cum the fastest or make you moan the louder.

Curt making out with you, playing with your sex, his fingers never leaving it while Rod’s fucking you from behind.

Rod, holding you by the hips and guiding you as you fuck into Curt—with strap for AFABs— leaving a trail of kisses and nibbling on your earlobe as Curt’s a whining mess below you, “Look, he’s all cute ‘n obedient for you, work those hips and make him cum, and I’ll fuck you just how you want it, baby.”

it's common knowledge that almost, if not every, object in this house has heard you touch yourself. you moan unabashedly, your shaking whines bouncing off the walls of your seemingly barren abode, however when you met skylar all of that changed. since you met her, and found out that you weren't as lonely as you thought, you rarely had time to touch yourself anymore.

your 'alone time' had come to a screeching halt. even when you did have time, you felt too paranoid to even look up anything, lest phoenicia or mac tease you for it. the thoughts started to keep you up at night, keeping you tossing and turning from a mixture of guilt for the noises and the messes, and embarrassment for being so shameless... even though this was your own house to begin with.

unbeknownst to you, this pause in your masturbation was driving a certain shadow up. the. walls. skips' chest felt tight every time your moans would grace his ears, his shuddering breaths falling in time with yours while he imagined how beautiful you look with your fingers slick with desire. he was so, so achingly jealous of betty. she got to hear, feel, even see everything in far more detail than anyone else. no matter, he'd have you to himself soon.

he was so giddy when you used the dateviators on him, he almost had to slap the excitement out of himself to conceal his image. the process of regaining all his spectral arms took much longer than he originally anticipated, the other objects in this house having you run this way and that to solve their problems. skips noticed what the others didn't though, how your patience was running short, how stiff your body had become, but he could fix that all very soon.

finally regaining all of the spectral arms, he was terrified that you'd turn him away, worried that all his allure was lost. to his delight, you reassured him with a gentle touch to his upper arm, a touch that you thought nothing of. skips however, felt a tent start to pitch in his pants as soon as your fingers caressed him. strangely enough, he felt envious of the jacket he was wearing, as it directly felt your skin.

he plead with you to keep coming back, to spend more time with him, and out of the kindness of your heart, you did. every time you came back he had to remind himself that this wasn't a dream, and that you were finally here with him. it didn't take long for him to start acting like a lovesick puppy, barely more than two feet away from you at all times. the sudden clinginess wasn't really unexpected on your end, but even still it was welcome.

one day, sitting in that pitch black space with skips, you were rambling about your frustrations. for the first time in a while, you felt free to talk without judgement. even though the empty space had scared you at first, it soon became a place of peace, a place where you could breathe without prying eyes. skips, of course, listened attentively, nodding and humming along as you spoke - words surrounded with an air of impudence.

"i don't even have the time to jerk off anymore, it's so fucking annoying!" the words fell from your lips before you could catch them, your palm slapping against your mouth as your eyes went wide. obviously you knew he heard you before, but your attempt to maintain any sense of modesty had been shattered. skips didn't judge you, not that you thought he would.

with soft words and gentle reassurances, he helped you calm down, a large hand settling on your shoulder to ground you. after you caught your breath, you noticed a slight glow in his cheeks, that neon yellow now being a familiar sight. tilting your head in curiosity, you urged him to speak up. skips' heart was hammering against his chest, and the urge to sink into the shadows and hide there was greater than ever, but he couldn't just let this opportunity pass him by.

"i—" he stuttered, choking on his own spit before awkwardly clearing his throat. "i could help you, if- if you want, of course.." it took a moment for you to process what exactly he wanted to help you with, your face growing hot with realization. you shook your head, hands mirroring this motion as you fumbled over your own explanation. you couldn't possibly, after all this was something you usually handled on your own.

before you could even finish telling him that you were 'fine' and that you 'could deal with it a later time', he had already taken his jacket off, folding it up and placing it on the floor beside you. with a heavy swallow, you lifted your hips from the floor (?), and sat on his jacket. skips crouched beside you, eyes flitting to yours as his finger hooked under the waist of your shorts, his gaze letting you know you could back out at any time. you nodded, weight falling back against your elbows as you lifted your hips again to aid him.

he moved in front of you as he guided the material down your legs, sucking in a hiss through his teeth when his hard made contact with you. he wanted to tease you, to slowly drag them down your thighs, to really take his time with you, but his own eagerness got the better of him. you barely had time to process that your shorts were actively being taken off, before they were already off and sat next to you.

he took the back of your knees into his palms, spreading your legs for him like it's what he was meant to do. his cock throbbed against the fabric of his jeans at the sight, the wet spot in your panties spurring him on more. lowering himself in front of you, the way he brought your legs above his shoulders was eerily natural. skips' hands dragged up your thighs, settling on the apex of your hips.

his mouth watered, each breath he took in shaking more than the last. the sight of you was enough to get him drunk, but the smell? oh my god, he truly was a filthy pervert. he took a deep breath in through his nose, exhaling from a small 'o' in his mouth, shuddering in glee from the way you squirmed. the smell of your sex made him moan, eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as he did so.

with no hesitation, he licked a warm, wet stripe through the thin material, hips rutting into the floor with fervor. your stomach flexed, a choked gasp escaping your lips. his fingers dug into the meat of your hips, eyes closed and brows furrowed as he continued to ravish you. even through the thin fabric he could taste you just fine, but he soon grew impatient. groaning into your heat, he pulled away, much to his dismay.

before you could even question his actions, he tore the material, the sound echoing throughout the empty space. you looked at him in awe, complaints dying on your tongue as he delved back into your heat. he moaned loudly, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. "'m sorry-", he mumbled into your cunt, "couldn't wait any longer."

like a starved man, he ate you out, not daring to spill a drop. his tongue circled your clit before he cupped his lips around it, sucking on the bud with a steady rhythm. breaking away for air, he planted a gentle, if not teasing, kiss to your cunt, offering a soft hum in response to your whines. he brought his right hand from your hip, thumb immediately rubbing circles onto your clit. your legs clamped around his head in response, nails digging into your palms, the pain in your elbows immediately overshadowed by pleasure.

skips' tongue dragged up and down your folds, briefly dipping into your core before returning to his ministrations. with the way he was going at it, it was like he was getting paid every time you came. he was humping the floor at this point, every quiver of your body making threatening to tip him over the edge, but he made himself wait. he'd only cum when you did, it wouldn't feel as good otherwise.

his boxers were so terribly sticky, filled with his white. he moaned and whined into your cunt, his left hand gripping your hip in a bruising grip, your third orgasm of the night building in your stomach. fighting your wants, you pushed his head back, the action taking much more effort than you thought it would. he looked up at you with doe eyes, chin covered in your slick as he whimpered in confusion. the sight made your heart flutter, and your core subconsciously flex around nothing, which skips did in fact notice.

"i wanna— i want to cum around you, please.." your request came out much more mousy than you originally intended, chest heaving as you spoke. skips stared at you for a moment, almost like you were speaking in another language. fuck, he could've cum in his pants just from hearing you say that. as much as he wanted to, wanted to split you open, to hump you like an animal in heat, this was about you. he shook his head, cheek resting against your thigh as he looked up at your flushed face. "not this time, i wanna focus on you, so let me, please."

and with that, he lost himself in you once again, making you cum until you couldn't stand it anymore. well.. at least he promised you a next time, right?

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this is how i interpret skips' little shadow space .... sorry if it's inaccurate idrc LMAO, anyway this one sux so bad i'm so sorry...😢 also my page isn't a safe space for emo/alt fetishists, as an emo person myself i find yall weird as fuck sorry not sorry :p

“If you can’t become a shadow, how can we truly be together?”

“Skips, it’s fine –”

“For YOU it is! You have so many other friends to talk to! I only have you! Why do you have to go in the morning? Why can’t you just stay and be with me!?”

One one path, he would have pushed you out of the shadows, wanting to be alone to process and cope with what just transpired.

However, something else occurred instead on this trek.

And it didn’t help that you were emotionally unwell inside due to your monthly visit. And this sudden shift in conflict made those emotions race to the surface. In the form of waterworks.

“H – Hey! No – no no no don’t cry!” Skips’ pouting face did a 180 seeing tears trail down your face as you literally crumbled over, sniffles and sobs leaving you as you spring into his panicking arms, having him grunt at the force of it all, his previous frustrations overshadowed by his guilt at seeing you like this. Feeling his scarf and front getting soiled by you but couldn’t care less about the mess, his darkness tightly you hold onto him from the fear of losing him completely.

“Crap.” He kicks himself over it before his hands work to rub your back soothingly in circles while his wisps brush away your tears. “Please don’t cry, penumbra.”

“Oh my dark and powerful one.” You moped.

“You don’t have to do that.” He weakly gripped.

“But you’re THE Shadow Lord.” You argued.

He sighed wistfully. “If I was so powerful, you’d be a shadow.”

“We can still be together, y’know? I want you, all of you.” Your soft, vulnerable voice made him do a double take. He trembled. It made him envelop you in a tight, encompassing grasp, relishing your blissed sigh as you melt against him.

“Sorry. I’m just … so scared to lose someone again.” He breathes in your hair, brushing through your strands, taking in your scent. “Every time you go, I think … what if she doesn’t come back?” His hesitancy and worry come out, having you pull a bit away just to look at his flushed face that breaks out into a whipped smile just for you. “ … but my fears subside when you return.” He nuzzled against your fingers as they gingerly trace the scar stretching underneath his eyes and across the bridge of his nose when he asked what was really at the core of his thoughts. “Why do you keep coming back?”

Your wet yet sweet kiss to his lips came from the swell of warmth you feel for him.

“Because I love you, you beautiful dummy.”

His sharp soft gasp responds to your choice of action, his innermost desires manifesting to the surface. “ … I see.” That yellow blush, those quirky lips, they’re good signs indeed. “If that’s the case …”

His kiss proved to be just as gentle and just as sincere as yours.

“I’ve grown fond of you as well, penumbra.”

Your forehead rests against his, shyly meeting his gaze. “I’ll think of you always throughout my days.”

His own eyes smittenly meets yours, dilating at how mesmerizing you are up close. “And I of you through and beyond my nights.” He hums in delight. “This is lovely. Your warmth~” He pulled you in closer, having you nestled in his arms, taking in your heat seeping into his cool essence.

“Skips~” You hum, resting your face against his neck, taking in his own scent, not ready to let him go. Not ever.

“Now, what sinister ideology shall we deliberate on tonight?”

“Actually, I …” Your own pent up desire for something else much more intimate has you whispering such suggestions into his ear. Your hormones raced from down below, needing him to satiate your heart’s longing. “I want you to fuck me, Skips. And only you. Forever.”

He gulped hard, he felt heat overtake his face entirely, and his cock grew hard at how honest, genuine, and in love you are for him. How could he ever refuse you? He never will.

His shadows create endless pillows and bedding for your comfort as he lays you on your back gently. His many tendrils slowly strip you of your clothing next. Tentacles – more like shadow tendrils – caress and massage out as your skin reveals itself, one such tendril even stroked your lips before you pull Skips down by his scarf ends, kissing him passionately yourself. Drowning in each other’s tastes, your tongues dance and explore each other’s mouths with muffled moans and groans collide as your tender makeout turns desperate and sloppy.

The immediate sight of you not wearing a bra underneath as his shadows pull your top off has him immediately eating them up next. Your hands comb and tug on his wispy curly long hair, keeping him smooshed into you, arching your back as he layers bites and sucking marks all over them mounds.

“Beautiful.” Squeezing and rubbing them with his cool hands while his mouth twists and plucks and suckles on your pearls, Skips’ lips curl at how right it all feels, tasting your skin while feeling you up. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Skips~” You moaned his name like a prayer, a mantra even, spilling from your lips as the feeling of his lips mark you possessively. His touch gets heightened by your hormonal state your body’s in. Not that you were complaining. “No one else makes me feel the way you do. No one. You truly get me, on every level. The loneliness, the pain, all of it.”

He crawls up a bit as he leaves hickeys and love bites all over your neck and collarbone. “Only you, penumbra.” He sucks hard between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing that spot to make up for the red swelling mark he leaves behind. “You truly are my companion in every way. You mean everything.”

His long smoky hair tickles your bare skin as he travels lowers when he takes in the iron scent your bad blood erected. And yet, he inhales and exhales lustfully at how wet you already are. His fingers and wispy tendrils slip through your bleeding messy folds. Pumping you, curling in, scissoring, stroking your cramp aching walls, massaging away the pain, stuffing your swollen pussy as red and cream stirred up and leaked out in such a messy concoction. The risks that come with menstrual consumption have you worried despite the moaning mess you currently are as he fingered you so well.

“Will you be alright? I don’t want you getting ill because of me – mmmh~!” The teasing testing brush of his tongue on your slit as his thumb rubs your pube covered clit has you lifting your hips up into him. He was now stuffed up to his wrist as he pumps his fist through your walls now; your sharp gasp rewarding him. He’s enraptured by the blissful relieved expressions you made as you’re so easily susceptible to such sexual touches. His smoky energies submerge you in such tingling euphoria as you come all over his fist. His crotch twitches at how sexy that looked.

“I’m unalive, remember? I’ll be fine.” Your whine makes his lips quirk as he pulls his messy hand out of your quivering flaps, scantily licking and sucking off your bloody essence right in your line of vision. His bloody grin is felt against your flesh as his face dives down, tracing his tongue around your entrance teasingly. “Your very essence … it’s too tantalizing to refuse.” His puffs of breath hit your sensitive entrance, drooling at the mouth at seeing such a feast before him. “Even your bad blood is as divine as the darkness~”

Skips’ entranced face peaks up at you between your thighs, his yellow blush burning in amour as his hands and shadows help carefully lift your legs to drape over his shoulders and around his neck when he finally latches onto your cunt. “Fuck Skips yes~!” Your relieved, wanton mewls fill his realm as you grind yourself all over his face as your thighs squeezed against his stuffed cheeks, his pale hands rubbing sensual patterns along your thighs with his fingers tight grip leaving imprints. “Right there~!”

He gorges on your folds like the touch deprived freak that he truly is. Getting to taste you, drink you in literally, blood and cum and all, he never tasted anything so addictive in his entire existence. The Lord of Shadows is truly feasting right now, devouring you, his sweet penumbra, in all your succulence. His groans reverberate through straight to your core as you tug harder on his smoky hair to bring him smack dabbed against you, his tongue scorching through your tight walls, exploring every crevice.

“F – Fuck Skips~!” You gush harder by each passing second, filling his mouth as he made out with your gushing pussy so devotedly. You came all too eagerly into his gluttonous mouth in short quick bursts. The sight of cream and crimson trailing down his mouth and chin stirs such primal urges within you, his tongue hanging out to clean up for added sexual effect.

He pops off your cunt with a squelch as your hands join him in unbuckling his belt, impatiently tugging down his tight torn black jeans and boxers to free his skinny long beast. Your eyes dilated as you viewed it up close for he suddenly aimed it to slide in perfectly between your flushed sweaty boobs. “My cock belongs perfectly between your lovely breasts, penumbra~” Skips felt his balls stir as his ruts drove him up and down the valley of your breasts, your hands rubbing your bosoms against his schlong, groaning at how well you’re milking him out as he squirted his thickness all over your tits, collarbone, neck and chin. Marking you as his. He’s ingrained it all into his mind, moaning bashfully at how good he’s making you feel. “Giving you these pearls around your neck~ I’m honored~”

He whimpers as you give kitten licks to his head. Your hands now stroke and rub his creamy long dong. He nearly falls on top of you from the electric spark of your ministrations, supporting himself with both hands on either side of your head as his dilated pupils stay trained on the sight of you making out with his tip; tongue lashing and smooching included. His gyrating hips stutter, his guttural moans spread as much as your saliva does as you slowly take him into your mouth. “S – Shit~! O – oh penumbra~! You feel so f – fuck~!” His own head cranes back in heaving breathy moans as he drowns in how skillful your tongue was stroking his length as you sucked him so insistently, rotating his hips as you gave him that blowjob. He sharply cries as he shoots his thickness again, this time down your gulping throat, his cream slipping down both sides of your mouth, drinking him up gratefully.

He pulls out of your mouth, letting you catch your breath, when you licked his cum off your hands for his viewing pleasure as your messy hands tug on his own clothes still on. “Stuff me up, my mighty sexy Lord~ Please let me have all of you~”

He shudders and whimpers at how your hands caress his gleaming skin with such longing as his shadows aid him in being as bare as you in his human esque form since he is a shadow dweller. He is more than happy to have you leaving love bites along his slim lean torso vigorously, playing with his perked nipples especially. “You’re so perfect~”

He smiles smittenly. “So are you, penumbra~” He purrs as his thrusts start out slow and gentle, easily slipping in, your fluttering walls melding to fit him perfectly as he bottoms you out, you both sighing blissfully. Missionary never felt so nice. His bare cool form gathers you in his arms as he stares at your flushed half-lidded face looking up at him, your warm pants hitting his lips. He starts layering feather-like kisses all over as your hands roam his frame from his chest and sides to his very back.

“Then give me more~ Make me yours, Skips~” You gently plead.

His slow tempo rises steadily at that. “I’ve watched you for so long, my fellow accent shade. Seeing you become intertwined with the other denizens of your domicile in the thralls of light. The very thought of any other being serving as your companion in life … I won’t allow it.” The possessiveness he breathes in your ear has you gasping at how rough and deep he sounded. You claw deep in his back, his hiss hitting your ear. His tempo steadily grew as you both got lost in the rush of pleasure, your heat welcoming his fullness so eagerly. “I shall never relinquish you from my grasp.”

He could sense himself reaching the end all too soon and suspected you were almost there too. And he was right on the mark as you both soundlessly cried out as you came together. But he still felt somewhat hard. Still! He desires for this intimacy to last as long as possible, throughout the night even, wanting this to last forever.

So the sudden shift as he pulls out of you has you whining at how empty you felt, not feeling fully satiated either, when the sight of him transforming into his demonic monster form has your heart and mind in a tizzy. His boney snout nuzzles your face, neck and shoulder like a pet needing affection; his cool puff of air stroking your flushed sweaty skin while his tongue licks up your scent filled taste.

“I appreciate how you’re enamored with both my forms.” His somber funereal voice echoes through the vantablack pools of his realm as he takes you in his giant shadowy arms and repositions you comfortably with his skeletal front pressed up against your back, having you straddle his lap. Mist and smoke concoct his thick vantablack cock tipped with a light grey head enticingly slipping between your thighs, rubbing vigorously against your flushed slit, further lathering himself in your cum, not yet returning within you has you trembling with kinky cries leaving your lips. “Especially when I’m like this~” He raspily croons in the crook of your neck as his claws scrape all over your torso, lightly drawing patterns, before taking handfuls of your breasts to fondle and squeeze as his claws circle your nipples. “Your beloved beast.”

Pinching your buds, rubbing them, tugging on them, it only made him want more. Dipping his skull down, his sculpted teeth chew on your pearls as his tongue ravishes your offered mounds in his grasp, his eyes narrowed in at how lovely you look as he takes in mouthfuls to chew and suck; heavy eyes and panting mouth, all for him. “All for you, and only you, my beauty.”

Teeth marks circle your mounds as he releases them, all so his hands could lift you up enough for his bloody silk giant to fill you up again, stretching you out to your wanton delight. The tips of those sharp sculpted digits pull apart your ass cheeks, able to strike you at a different deeper angle. You felt his enthralled growl vibrating through his chest against your spine as your craned up gasping face meets his snout in a bewitching tongue filled kiss.

“Does my little penumbra love being fucked by me so much?” The tendrils kept working at abusing the shit out of your swollen tits as they pinch and tug your hard peaks. “Does your messy little pussy need my cock that bad?” His breathy growls fanning your squeezed eyed moaning face have you nodding and whimpering at his bold wording when he pinches your chin between his sharp fingers. “Open your lovely eyes and see for yourself.” His husky demand has you obeying to watch as his cock slips in and out of you; the visceral sight of him going up in your cunt while his balls rub up against you has you squeezing on him harder to his groaning satisfaction. “Taking all of me in so wickedly~ You truly are made for me.” The evident bulge he’s made being in you has your enticement spiking. “Let me ravish you, my dear human~!”

Shadow slaps against skin, ass cheeks clap, for feral groans meet desperate cries. You want him to fill you up, to become one with you, on repeat for eternity. Sure you can’t become a shadow and be eternal literally. So this is the closest you can be. Your slickened form clings to his cooling built frame as his pace goes mad, his hands lifting and slamming you down on his engorged self. “Harder, love! Faster! Don’t stop~!” You shed tears of euphoria as he followed your desires, making you sob loudly from the rush. His tongue laps up those tears, nuzzling your teary face with that beautiful skull face.

The tight knots in both of you come undone, unloading in you once again, your pet names for one another filling the void.

“I shall never get enough of you, penumbra.” His form drapes over you, catching his breath, burying his skull face against the crook of your neck.

“Same. I don’t want to let you go. Ever.” Your whispers meet his snout in your butterfly kisses.

“Even in your loneliest moments, you are a god. In darkness – in mine – I will be there to remind you as such. In light, you walk with your shadow. A shadow can only imitate its source. Everything that’s wonderful about you is always there. Even if you don’t realize it.” His poetic words etch into your soul, even as he carefully pulls out of your tender self to cup your sex to keep his cum in you.

“You are something else – aaah~!” He suddenly rolls you with him as he gets on his back, swearing you can feel his grin against your inner thigh as he situates you right against his snout.

“Ride my skull, penumbra. Let me devour you in this form as well~”

You take his horns, using them as support, as you grind down into his skull face, submerging in your shared debauchery. And he reveled in how well you rode him.

His long as fuck monster tongue lashes out. Flickers, wiggles, and laps coat up and down, from your clit to your slit. His clawed thumbs rub circles along your vagina bones, tickling your sensitive bare spots, bringing winded giggles and mewls out of you. Your eyes gravitate towards each other as your thighs envelop his horned majesty.

“Yes, my Shadow Lord~! Always~!”

“The sounds you make are truly adorable, penumbra~ Not to mention, so hot~” He swoons. “This cunt, this ass, they’re all mine now!” He gently slaps your cheeks several times and squeezes them in his hands to get his point across. You can even feel his staff protruding in between your cheeks, his wet head rubbing against your asshole.

Plunging his ever long tongue deep into your drooling cunt, rubbing those lingering cramp pains away, you melt against his skull snout, craning your head back to let out horrendously horny sounds, fueling his libido as crimson and cream stain his boney face.

“Mmmh~! Oh yes~! Just like that~!” You rutted harder into him, relishing his tongue, stuffing his seed in further as his thumbs rubbing vigorously to add to the moment. “Nnnmph~!”

“I am your umbra. You are my penumbra. And I’ll ensure you’ll think of no one else but me as I keep you in this twisted realm of desire.” His guttural growls reverberated through your pussy as his bone chiseled teeth scraped along your clit, your pubes brushing the bridge of his snout, your scent ingraining into his practical bones as he stuffed you up.

Overwhelmed by the heated wave of emotion as you fill up his jaws with a winded mewl, you nearly collapse on top of him. You're practically mush in his arms as he lays you on your tummy, light-headed and fuzzy feeling when he starts fingering your asshole. You fold your arms beneath your chin, moaning softly, squeezing him in your smaller, tighter walls.

You feel his form shifting above you as you spot grey in the corner of your sleepy vision along with long smokey hair curtaining your cheeks. You blink your eyes and peek over your shoulder to see Skips back as his human looking self.

“My horny King~” You hum as he smooches your mounds.

“That's Shadowlord to you~” You feel his smile as he taps your cheeks to see them ripple. Scratches and love bites litter your hills as he spreads them apart, his finger replaced by his tongue.

Wet squelches come with your guttural moans as he eats your ass, sloppily making out as his spare hand lifts his head, ready to fill you up once more. A line of drool connects his lips to your hole, snapping as he slides his cock right in, stuffing up your other hole.

“Say my name … please.” Your tired mewl gets met by his messy beautiful face as he lays gently on you, meeting you over your shoulder with that lovestruck gaze of his.

“Y/n, I love you.” His tired head drops on your shoulder.

Tired just as you are, your sweat drenched bodies move as one as his gentle thrusts meet your slow rotations one last time.

Your cacophony of sounds must have reached the other residents of the home. But you’re both too exhausted to care as he hugs your supple form, coated in your shared experience.

“I love you too, Skips.”

He gyrated his hips forwards, going further inside, taking you with him on that final wave of pleasure. Your craned back head rests against his shoulder, wanting him and him alone to see you like this. His yellow cheeked face spoke of his own enjoyment of being able to share this with you. “I never want to let you go.”

“Me either.” Your head lolls back to kiss him fully, a line of drool connecting you two as he gently humps you, rubbing his pelvis against your lower back as he gives you all he has left.

Both fully satiated, you’re bone tired. Slack and sweaty as he pulls out, he rolls you both on your sides, spooning you from behind while the lingering tendrils brush your full abdomen, the cramps now faint as he nuzzles your shoulder.

Endearment fills your soul as you turn to face him, cream and red decorating you both.

His elbow length smoky hair drapes over you both as you cuddle, nuzzling noses, snug in each other’s arms.

“Maybe I should see Farya in case swallowing menstrual blood makes me sick later on.” You mumble, your brow pinched in worry, when he kisses it away.

“In the morning. For now, I wouldn’t mind sharing my bed with you.” The shadows become the bed beneath you both now. HIs legs entangle with yours, kissing your forehead as the shadows serve as your shared blanket as well. “It’s yours now too, after all.”

Even as you’re both dirty as fuck, your mind turns to puddy, nuzzling his chest, you smile up at him to kiss him. “You’re the best.”

Skips melted in burning yellow right then and there. "And so are you." He left you with that as you nodded off at last, hearts filling the space above him as he smiled like the lovesick shade that he is, cuddling you as he joined you in some much needed ZZZ’s time.

In the morning, you both awaken to share some more smooches and cuddles, lost in the thralls of the fact that you’re dating now.

And most definitely more further down the line of this new route dubbed your shared life together.