#scud frohmeyer x fem!reader

[dixonsdarkelf]

Pink In The Cheeks, Red In The Sheets Part II: Scud Frohmeyer & Fem!Reader

Main masterlist Scud x Reader Masterlist AO3 link

Summary: It had been a long week at the workshop, and you & your partner decided to unwind between the sheets. You’d had your turn. Now, it was his, and by the grace of one accidental movement, you both discover something new that you’re into.

Part 1

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: MDNI, smut, blowjob, making out, grinding, hair pulling, face-fucking, praise kink, masturbation, swallowing, pet names (babygirl, angel, babe, etc.), Reader takes his whole dick down her throat

A/N: Part 2 is here, and idk how I feel about it. No matter how many edits I make, how many times I look it over, how many reworks I give it, it doesn’t feel good enough, so I’m saying fuck it & am posting it. This is also my first time writing face-fucking, so plz be gentle. I hope it’s at least semi-decent & you enjoy it nonetheless 🖤

His tongue tickled the edge of your mouth, silently begging for entrance as his hand slid around to the back of your neck. You giggled softly, lips parting just enough to let him in. His fingers threaded up into your hair, pulling you in to close the sliver of space that remained.

He shifted to lay on top of you, his weight pinning you to the bed. The tent in his jeans rested between your legs, twitching against you, your slick coating the denim as his hips moved in a subtle, unconscious rhythm. You swallowed each other’s moans, yours growing louder as the rough texture of his jeans against your clit made you shiver. He chuckled into the kiss, amused by how easily aroused you’d always been. How it didn’t take much—a little making out and some bumping & grinding—to get you worked up again.

“Christ,” he groaned, resting his forehead against yours, panting in an effort to catch his breath. Beads of sweat were already forming on his brow, and the delirious smile on his face as he looked down at you was enough to have you dripping all over again.

Your eyes flutter closed as you savored the moment and the heat building between you two. A minuscule grin tugged at the corners of your mouth, another string of salacious giggles slipping out. You could bask there—under him—forever.

“I think someone’s itching for their turn,” you teased, ensuring you strung the words out, your voice low and sensuous—just low enough to drive him wild.

With a smirk, he captured you for one last quick kiss before pushing himself off, resting back on your legs. He reached for his belt, the clink of the metallic buckle like music to your ears.

“On your knees, babygirl.” He slipped his belt out of thee loops, blindly tossing it to the side and letting it clatter to the floor. His zipper came next, exposing his plaid boxers and his ever-growing erection, all while maintaining eye contact.

He climbed off of you, shifting to slide his jeans off and tossing them behind him. His boxers came next, and you watched as he sprung free, small drops of pre-cum already beginning to leak out.

You lowered yourself to the floor, settling between his legs as he shifts to the edge of the bed. You shifted closer to allow your knees to rest on the rug beneath your bed—y’know, for cushioning purposes.

His eyes trail to your chest, to the lace bra he’d gifted you for your birthday last year. It was a baby pink shade, adorned with some stitched flowers. The cups were mostly sheer, giving him an eyeful of your hardened nipples.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he coos, a hand brushing through your hair. “The pink matches that sexy lil’ blush you got goin’ on.”

The sweet heat on your cheeks intensified, that “lil’ blush” quickly escalating from pale pink to ruby red. He tugged gently at your hair, encouraging you lean into him as he aligned himself with your mouth. You took just the tip first, sliding your tongue along the underside and sucking gently, tauntingly slow—because what was good oral without a little teasing?

“That’s it…” he moaned through gritted teeth, his voice strained as he attempted to maintain his composure long enough for you to get situated.

As you took him inch-by-inch, you hollowed your cheeks to squeeze him. You sucked as you worked your way down, moving at a snail’s pace to draw it out for as long as possible. Every one of his senses was in overdrive, every cell in his body singing your praises as you worked your magic.

“Fuck, just like that.” He used his grip on your hair to guide your movements, coaxing you up and down him at the perfect pace—not too slow. not too fast. Enough to get him riled up, but not enough to make him come too soon and have it be over. But this was you, and merely the sight of kneeling there, eager to please, had him bricked. “Not coming too soon” required some restraint.

This was almost just as much for you as it was for him, though. You loved the way he took control, how he moved you at the pace he wanted, all while making sure you were comfortable. You loved how full you felt with the weight of him on your tongue, how being on the floor nestled between his legs felt like the most natural place on Earth. You closed your eyes, savoring the moment and the feeling of him, the tingle in your core quickly escalating into an ache.

And then, he thrusted.

Just once at first. Entirely unintentional.

It caught you by surprise, and you gagged, saliva dribbling from the corners of your mouth. Your eyes were wide, but not because you wanted him to stop. Not because you didn’t want more—but because you were surprised.

Surprised by how much you liked it.

Scud paused his movements, and he looked down at you, his hand in your hair relaxing, uncurling from the fist it had evolved into. Even he looked stunned by what had just happened. “You okay, baby?”

But when he went to pull out, you stopped him with a hand on his thigh, ensuring he would keep himself in your mouth. All you could do was nod, your cheeks flushing darker as seconds of silence ticked by. You were definitely okay. Hell, you were more than okay. You were fantastic. And that damn blush was a dead giveaway.

“You like that?” he teased, and his length quivered between your lips. More droplets of pre-cum trickled out, his saltiness coating your tongue.

You nod again, more timid this time. Your cheeks grew hotter, and the blush crept down your neck to your chest. He laughed, amused, his free hand reaching up to cup your face, delicately stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. “So beautiful,” he murmured. He waited until you formed a smile—what semblance of a smile you were capable of, given the circumstances—before shifting his hips, pushing himself further into you.

And then he thrusted again. And again. And again.

It wasn’t rough, not intense, not enough to hurt you. But it was enough to hit the back of your throat, enough to make your eyes water, enough to make you wonder why the hell you’d never encouraged him to do this before.

The rhythm was consistent, steady. His whole length disappeared into your mouth with each thrust, spit continuing to drip out around him. His head fell back, eyes shut tight, and your name trickled off his tongue between moans and groans and sighs.

“So good,” he praised, his voice soft. “Such a good girl.”

You hollowed your cheeks again, your mouth like a vice on his trembling cock. You worked your tongue up and down and back and forth over every inch of him, giving extra love to that sensitive tip. Scud’s fists in your hair tightened, pulling harder as he continued to lose himself in the euphoria coursing through his veins.

It was overwhelming, but in the best way.

Through it all, arousal continued to pool between your thighs. It was ache now—a deep need. You needed relief, needed friction to ease the ever-building pressure.

You needed to be touched.

Now.

You were desperate for another round of relief.

One hand remained on his leg to steady yourself, and the other dipped between your folds. Two fingers circled your clit, matching the rhythm of his shaft hitting the back of your throat, each pass over your swollen nub easing some of the pressure. Despite your best efforts to keep it subdued, a moan escaped your throat, the vibrations shooting up his cock.

And that caught his attention.

His gaze jerked down to you, those gorgeous blue eyes carefully scanning every feature of your face. At first, he worried you were hurt, that maybe he’d been too rough & you needed a break or to stop.

But then, he spotted your hand at work.

The furrow between his brows settled, and that concerned frown quickly warped into his quintessential smirk. You didn’t stop, didn’t look up, but you could feel his gaze on you—and you knew he knew just how much you liked this.

“Shit, are you touchin’ yourself right now?” His eyes were dark, glossed over with lust and pupils blown so wide, you’d think he was high. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

You blushed harder, the praise shooting straight to your core, but still, you didn’t look up, didn’t even open your eyes. Your fingers swirled faster, heart rate escalating as you grew closer and closer to orgasmic bliss. You were laser-focused on pleasure, not giving a second thought to how pink or red you might be or what faces and noises you were making.

You were close. And so was he.

With a few more passes over your clit, you reached your peak, your moans and whimpers still loud despite being muffled by his cock. Every cell in your body tingled, ignited, the pleasure like an inferno, warming you from the inside out. Your hips bucked against your hand, needing more. You worked yourself through it, not stopping those circular motions until the aftershocks subsided.

He watched you intently—how your face contoured, how your eyes squeezed shut, how your chest rose and fell faster in an effort to catch your breath. Listened to your whines strained against his cock, watched you come apart with his dick in your mouth. All that, and knowing you’d been so turned on by getting face-fucked that you just had to relieve yourself…

That pushed him over the edge.

As his head fell back again, his cock spasmed, coating the inside of your mouth and throat with his release. His body rocked, and he held your head to keep himself steady. He continued to thrust, the motions smaller now, just enough to keep the sensation going as he spilled into you.

And you swallowed every last drop. Just like the good girl you were.

After several moments, his entire body relaxed, his fists uncurling from your hair. They fell around the sides of your neck, caressing your jawline, the tenderness a stark contrast to the debauchery you’d just partaken in. He slowly blinked his eyes open, and the lust and desire that was present before was gone, replaced with adoration and admiration. He guided your head back, maintaining eye contact as he carefully eased you off of him.

“You did so good, angel.” Scud leaned down to kiss your forehead, and you giggled. Oh, how he loved that sound—the sweet, shy giggles you always made after the naughtiest of activities.

As he smiled down at you, you rested your head on his thigh, and you let out a small yawn, as if the whole experience had worn you out. “Did you like it?”

He chuckled, as if you were asking a silly question, like you should’ve already known the answer. “Like it? Y/N, I loved it.” He took a moment to look over you—tear-stained face from your eyes watering, saliva already beginning to dry at the corners of your mouth, lips slightly swollen and red from taking him—and he was already beginning to twitch again. “Think it’s somethin’ I can get more often?”

“Of course.”

“And I’d get to watch you do that again?”

You laughed at his enthusiasm and leaned further into his leg, your small smile growing until it was nearly ear-to-ear. “I think that can be arranged.”

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[scudslut]

18+, mdni

scud is such a little slut i can’t.

this man cannot get enough head from you. and i mean anywhere, anytime, any place, doesn’t matter. blade could be right around the corner and he’d still be whimpering in your ear trying to keep quiet as he ruts into you, “baby please, need you so bad.”

he’s horny 24/7 and is absolutely not afraid to beg for it; honestly likes to be a pathetic, whiny mess for you. he’ll shamelessly get down on his knees, pleading like the greedy boy he was.

“come on baby, i’ll be so good for ya, just need to feel those pretty lips. do you know how good you make me feel?” and how could you possibly say no to your sweet, needy man? you’ll play hard to get for sure, but when it came down to it, you wanted him down your throat just a bad as he did. you loved how vocal he got. when he became a twitching and overstimulated mess beneath you. you’d suck him past his orgasm, even when he had to hold himself back from pushing you off, his overused, and oh so sensitive cock screaming at him to stop, but he liked it, and you knew that. “fuck, that’s so good mommy,” he’d weep, tears threatening to spill down his flushed cheeks

of course, he’d always return the favour with ample enthusiasm (and skill), he was greedy but certainly not selfish. he’s just as big a fein of eating you out, could do it till the sun rose and you both passed out, so high and fucked out you’d fall asleep still naked, in a heap of tangled limbs.

and god he loved when you’d wake him up later, lips kissing and licking him out of his stoned slumber. your lips wrapping around his weeping tip as you watched him moan and whine nonsense into the hazy, afternoon air. he wouldn’t even open his eyes at first, just grab your cheek gently, coaxing you to take him deeper. “oh shit baby, your so fucking good to me. mhm, just like that.”

you never felt used, you loved to treat your man. after all, you were just as slutty as he was.

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— god i’m such a whore for him, BYE

[mayday2007]

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[dixons-sunshine]

Spot Of Tea | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Summary: Marrying Daryl was one of the best decisions you ever made. He was no longer the hot-headed, rude hunter from the quarry who you couldn't stand. Instead, he was someone who you'd come to love above all else, someone who you bled with and shared a beautiful baby girl with. And just when you thought you couldn't love your husband more, he just had to go and have a cute little teaparty with your daughter.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Alexandria, post Saviour war, pre the building of the bridge.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: Back at it again with another Dad!Daryl fic, and this one was inspired by @louifaith's amazing idea! This was so cute and I just had to write this. Domesticity with Daryl is my favourite genre. I hope you like this!

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests, as well as Scud Frohmeyer requests.

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The sun was just starting to set. Everyone was starting to retreat into their homes for the night and the people on guard were switching shifts with the people on night shift. You were done for the day, a successful day's work in the infirmary adding a bounce to your step as you walked up the porch stairs and into your shared home with Daryl, locking the door behind you and shedding your coat.

The house was eerily silent. Daryl had sustained an injury while on a run and had been given the week off by Rick to heal. Although your husband had initially been against the idea, one look from you had shut any protests down—being the community's nurse and his wife gave you that advantage. It was already day three and he'd been spending all of his time with Hazel, your daughter. Each night you'd come home to find him watching some old cartoons he'd found tapes of with her in the living room, all cuddled up under a big, fuzzy, comfortable blanket.

So where were they that night, and why was it so quiet?

“Daryl?” you called out after searching the first floor of your small home with no sign of the archer or your daughter. You started descending up the stairs, but stopped when you got to the top. You could hear your three year old's voice coming from her room, soon followed by Daryl's own.

You walked down the hallway and into her room, stopping in the doorway at the sight that you met; your daughter sitting down on the ground in front of her bed, surrounded by her stuffed toys with the plastic tea set Daryl had found for her in the middle, with the archer himself sitting on the opposite side of her. The big, gruff man was "drinking" from the plastic teacup, sporting a plastic tiara. Hazel was happily babbling on, and Daryl was looking at her fondly, a small smile on his face as he hummed in agreement to whatever she said.

You leaned against the doorway with an amused smile on your face, silently observing your husband dutifully playing out Hazel's storyline. They hadn't noticed your presence yet, and you jumped at the opportunity to admire the two most important people in your life.

“Do you want some more tea, Daddy?” Hazel asked, pouring the imaginary tea into the cups of the stuffed animals surrounding her.

Daryl nodded and extended the plastic cup in her direction. “Yeah, 'course I do. Ya make the best tea in the land.”

Hazel giggled and poured the imaginary tea into Daryl's cup. “There you go, Daddy.”

“Thanks, Princess Hazelnut,” Daryl thanked her, taking a sip from the plastic cup and humming in approval. “Tastes good. Wha'd ya put in this?”

“My secret recipe,” Hazel responded with a giggle, placing the plastic teapot down on the ground, picking up her own cup. “You look pretty, Daddy. Like a real princess.”

Daryl chuckled and patted at the tiara on his head. “S'the crown. S'makin' me look like royalty.”

“Yeah, the look suits you,” you voiced, finally making Hazel and Daryl aware of your presence.

Hazel dropped the plastic teacup in her hands and hastily got up, rushing over to you. “Mama!”

You crouched down to catch her in your arms, picking her up and placing sweet, soft little kisses on her face. “Hey, baby,” you greeted her, an affectionate smile on your face. “Were you and Daddy having fun?”

“'Course we were,” Daryl chipped in, slowly getting up from the floor due to the injury on his leg. He walked with a noticable limp over to you, ruffling Hazel's hair. “We always have fun. Ain't tha' righ', Hazelnut?”

Hazel giggled and buried her face into your shoulder. “Yeah. Daddy played princesses and tea parties with me.”

“Yeah. 'M Princess Dana of the Forest Kingdom. This lil' one is Princess Hazelnut of the Fairy Kingdom. We were jus' meetin' up to form an alliance to fight against the dangerous Fire Tribe, who wants to destroy the forest and all the animals in my kingdom. We need the help of Princess Hazelnut and the Fairy Warriors to defeat them once and fer all,” Daryl explained, using a deeper voice for dramatic effect.

“Well I'm sorry I interrupted your meeting. Do you want me to leave?” you asked teasingly, sending the archer a playful smile over your daughter's head.

Hazel shook her head. “No. Daddy and I will finish tomorrow.”

“Well, I've got the day off tomorrow. Would you mind if I joined you two?”

“Yay! Mama's gonna join us, Daddy!” Hazel exclaimed happily, hugging you tighter.

Daryl smiled fondly at Hazel, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Yeah, I heard tha', Hazelnut. Mama's gon' help us defeat the Fire Tribe. They will no longer hurt the animals in my kingdom.”

“Yeah! Mama's gonna help us win!”

You laughed lightly at their theatrics, shaking your head. You placed another kiss on Hazel's forehead before placing her back down on the ground. “Why don't you go wash your hands and wait for me and Daddy downstairs? If you promise to be good, there will be a surprise for you after dinner.”

“A surprise? Yay! Thank you, Mama!” Hazel exclaimed, hugging your legs tightly before bounding out of the room excitedly.

You chuckled affectionately at the little girl that brought so much light into your life. It amazed you how one small human being could fill a hole in your heart that you hadn't even realised existed before. Hazel was your pride and joy, your baby girl who you'd go to great lengths to protect, as would Daryl.

You turned back towards the archer and gave him an amused smile. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Daryl mused, stepping forward to place his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. “How was yer day?”

“Not as eventful as yours, I'm guessing,” you teased, laughing lightly. You gently took the tiara from his head, inspecting it. “Gotta say, though, the whole "Princess Dana" thing suits you. Never would've guessed it was you with this tiara on. You looked really pretty.”

“Stop,” Daryl said with a chuckle. “Hazel asked me to wear the tiara. It made the story more believable.”

“It sounds like a good storyline. I'm actually invested now, and I wonder how the two of you are gonna work me into the story.”

“Hazel will figure it out. She's a real creative kid. She has a big imagination,” Daryl replied, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over your hip in a gentle caress. “She's amazin'.”

“Just like her daddy,” you responded, gazing up at your husband lovingly.

Daryl scoffed and ducked his head, but you didn't miss the way his lips twitched up into a small smile. “Nah, she got it from her mama. She's a mini ya.”

“I don't think so, but okay,” you relented, dropping the tiara on the bed before wrapping your arms around his neck. “She's perfect.”

Daryl hummed. “Jus' like her mama,” he whispered before capturing your lips with his, kissing you sweetly and lovingly.

The kiss ended all too soon for your liking, but you remembered that you had a toddler waiting for you downstairs. “We should probably get her fed and ready for bed.”

“Yeah,” Daryl agreed, taking a step back. “Wha' surprise do ya have fer Hazel?”

“Cookies.”

“Who made them?”

“Carol. She dropped them off earlier before she went back to the Kingdom,” you explained, before leaning up to whisper something in his ear. “If we get Hazel to bed early enough, I'll show you what surprise I have for you.”

Daryl Dixon loves his daughter. She is his little girl and he would do anything for her, including dressing up as a princess for tea parties. He enjoys her company and wished to be in it 24/7. He'd kill anything that tried to hurt her and he'd die protecting her.

But at that moment, Daryl wanted to get her to bed and asleep as quickly as humanly possible. As much as he loved her, he had another idea of fun that involved only you, the love of his life, a bed, and no tea sets.

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[dixonsdarkelf]

Pink In The Cheeks, Red In The Sheets: Scud Frohmeyer & Fem!Reader

Main masterlist Scud x Reader Masterlist AO3 link

Summary: You'd had a long and stressful week at the workshop, and you were looking forward to a little unwinding with your partner. However, you knew it would be a little more than just unwinding.

Part 2

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: MDNI, smut, porn without plot, fingering, pet names (baby, gorgeous, sweetheart, etc.), sexy talk, praise kink, Scud licking his fingers after, no use of y/n, we're fully blaming the hormones for this one

A/N: This hit me like a freight train the other day, and I just had to make it happen. I know, based on the title, it sounds like Reader getting their period in the middle of gettin' freaky, but the "red" here refers to blushing. I got the idea for the title before what the fic would actually be, and I think the title is cute & didn't want to change it. Thank you to my favorite second set of eyes @dixons-sunshine for assuring me it's not total trash because writing smut still makes me nervous. I hope you enjoy this little piece of smut with our favorite stoner 🖤

“That feel good, baby?” he whispered, his lips tickling your helix as he dipped a finger into your already-slick center. His thumb pressed firm, tight circles on your clit, and you fought the urge to squeeze your legs together. “Gotta keep them open for me,” he’d say every time you tried otherwise.

“Mhm,” you groaned in response, your thighs already beginning to tremble, every sultry word that trickled from his lips traveling straight to your core at mach speed.

The only sounds echoing through the small apartment were your high-pitched whines and breathy whimpers, drowning out the sounds of the ticking clock on the wall and the space heater in the corner. After a long day at the workshop, you two were dying to unwind. But you weren’t dying to just unwind, oh no—you wanted to come undone entirely.

You wiggled under the covers, gently grinding your dripping core against his hand, your hips swirling in slow, sensuous, repeated motions. With winter creeping in and temperatures slowly starting to drop, you opted for blankets, knowing that they—and the activities you’d be partaking in—would warm you plenty. During your bedroom activities, Scud usually preferred the sheets out of the way—he wanted to soak in the view of you squirming under his touch. But there was something sexy about not being able to see you, about letting his imagination run wild through touch alone. He pictured his finger slipped between your legs, envisioned you grinding on his hand to get yourself off faster. And he’d be damned if he didn’t say it was making him rock hard.

You arched your back, seeking further contact as your hands shifted from white-knocking the sheets to grasping his shoulders. “Fuck…Josh, I—“

“I know, sweetheart,” he cooed against your neck, his tone condescending as he slid another finger into your wet heat, curling it inside of you.

When he hit that sweet spot deep within you, you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as you fought to keep yourself grounded in reality. The pleasure was almost too much. You were slightly dizzy, vision hazy, thoughts clouded with one thing and one thing only—hit that peak.

“You got any idea how beautiful you look like this?” He planted soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck, only stopping in between to continue his worship of you. “So…fucking beautiful…and it’s all…for me…”

As the proverbial knot in your stomach continued to tighten, his thumb worked at your clit, drawing faster and somehow tighter circles than before. You were close, and he knew that. He knew your body well, knew just how to make you come hard and leave you a shaking mess in his arms.

His fingers curled again, and he smirked as your walls began to flutter around him, as if they were pulling him in further. “You’re so close,” he praised. He knew his honeyed words were often the ticket to pushing you over the edge. This night was no different. “You gonna come for me?”

And then it hits you.

Every cell in your body was on fire, pulsating with pleasure as your high completely takes over. It rips through you like white-hot lightning, and your moans are loud, uninhibited, and reckless—just how he liked them.

You grip on his shoulders tightened, and you buried your head in the crook of his neck, gasping for air between moans. You trembled underneath him, the shockwaves of your orgasm causing you to buck against his hand instinctively, desperate for more. He worked you through it, drawing it out for as long as possible, until your breathing returned to normal and your whimpers grew soft. Only then did he start to let up.

“That’s my girl,” he mused, kissing your neck once more as you went limp beneath him.

Slowly, he pulled out of you, running his fingers up into your folds, dragging your wetness through. You stared at the ceiling, not paying any attention as he licked his fingers clean, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. You were too high, too lost, your thoughts foggy as post-orgasm bliss coursed through your veins. You’d almost forgotten he was there—until he spoke up.

“You’re beet-red right now,” he taunted, a hint of laughter lacing his tone.

That brought you down out of the clouds.

You blinked repeatedly, your vision coming back into focus like you’d just been awakened from some sort of deep trance. Turning, you swatted your partner’s arm as he shifted next to you. Your swat was playful, but your tone certainly was not. “Stop it!”

Your attempt to roll away was futile as he snaked his arms around and pulled you closer, moving you to face him as he laid back. “Nah. It’s too cute to just ignore.”

You cocked an eyebrow, your scoff gradually evolving into laughter. “Cute?”

“Guess I should probably call it a bit more than ‘cute,’” he corrected, “call it hot. Call it sexy. Call it—“

“Okay, I get it, babe,” you chuckled, your fingers toying with the buttons on his shirt. You softly nibbled at the inside of your bottom lip, but despite your best efforts—and your complexion already equivalent to that of a tomato—your skin somehow grew hotter.

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Don’t act so surprised. You were a lil’ cherry blossom before we even made it to bed.”

“You know how flustered I get about…” your voice briefly trailed off, your gaze dropping to his shirt for a moment before locking eyes with him again, “all this.”

“I do, but you don’t need to,” he assured. One hand moved around to cup your face, his thumb tracing little shapes on your cheekbone. “What you just did? The way you get all sweaty and worked up just because of me? Nothin’ to get shy about.” He planted a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, causing you to giggle. “Though I do like it when you blush like that. So when you do, I don’t want you hidin’ it.”

You shrugged, your smile widening as you leaned into his touch. “I mean, since you like it so much…” you paused for a couple beats, just long enough to draw out the suspense, “I might be okay with more of it.”

“More of it, huh?” He was beaming, practically grinning from ear-to-ear, like he’d been waiting all day—hell, all week—to hear those words. His hardness twitched against your leg, and that familiar heat began to spread through your thighs again. “Does that mean it’s my turn, gorgeous?”

You capture his lips in a tender but brief kiss, a subtle groan rising up from the depths of his chest as you pulled away. “I don’t know, baby,“ you teased, your hand already traveling under the blankets, fingertips tickling his inner thigh, “you tell me.”

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Joshua "Scud" Frohmeyer Headcanons

Main masterlist Scud x Reader Masterlist

Just a collection of some headcanons I concocted about our little stoner angel 🖤 Some of them are NSFW (allusion to smut, mention of drugs and alcohol), so MDNI below the cut.

Also, these are all MY OPINION. If you disagree, that's fine, but no nastiness will be tolerated.

There's a reference to his music taste, and I actually made a playlist of songs I think he would like.

➼ Baby boy is pansexual for sure. I can’t explain it. Look at him. He just radiates pansexual energy.

➼ He has general anxiety, and he has a habit of biting his nails when he’s feeling particularly anxious. Part of the reason he smokes weed to is help with his anxiety. He’s also extra touchy with his partner because of it (this ties into the next point).

➼ He’s very handsy, but not always sexually. He’ll have a hand on your arm as you’re standing next to each other in line at the grocery store, playing with strands of your hair when you’re cuddling on the couch, a hand on your back when walking through a crowd, hugging you from behind while you’re cooking dinner for the two of you, etc. He finds it grounding and comforting to have his hands on you in some capacity, especially when his anxiety is acting up.

➼ He also has ADHD, but he doesn’t take medication for it. He doesn’t like how it makes him feel.

➼ We know he smokes weed, but he’s definitely experimented with other drugs, psychedelics in particular. He’s for sure played around with magic mushrooms, acid, etc. He’s not much of a drinker, though. He prefers other substances instead.

➼ Speaking of weed, he loves to share a joint with his partner (if you’re down for it of course). To him, there’s something intimate about it. Sometimes it would lead to sex, sometimes not.

➼ He likes alternative and rock music, particularly Hollywood Undead and Linkin Park. You ever heard a Hollywood Undead song? Their whole discography screams Scud.

➼ He loves his partner’s fingers in his hair. Whether that’s to pull it, wash it, scratch his scalp, or rub his head after a bad day, he loves it all.

➼ He sleeps shirtless and in either a pair of boxers or flannel pajama pants. The pants are either flannel or have some sort of cartoon character on them.

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Joshua "Scud" Frohmeyer NSFW Alphabet

Main masterlist Scud x Reader Masterlist

A deal was made with @francisofthespook, and here's my part of the deal. She agreed to write Daryl's NSFW alphabet if I wrote Scud's, so here it is! Massive kudos to @dixons-sunshine for proofreading my work, as always, and to @francisofthespook for proofreading as well (I proofread yours, so it felt fair for you to proofread mine lol). I hope you enjoy it! To my general taglist people, I'm sorry if this isn't something you'd normally want to be tagged in. I figured I would just add y'all anyway lmao. This is hands down the filthiest thing I've ever written and I had to stop several times to fan myself.

Also these are MY OPINION. If you don't agree with something, that's fine, but please play nice. 18+ below the cut, minors DNI.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s big into aftercare! The cleaning up, the cuddling, the pillow talk, he loves it all. I think it’s one of his favorite parts of sex. Basking in the afterglow all cozied up under the covers with you, your bodies tangled together…God, he lives for that shit. After your first time doing something new, he’d want to talk with you about how it was, how much you liked or didn’t like it, and if you’d wanna do said thing again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For his own, I wanna go with the obvious and say his dick, but I think (and hear me out) that his stomach would also be one of his favorites. He thinks his scars are cool and are proof that he survived something he probably shouldn’t have, and I think he loves that part of himself. For his partner, he’s a boob guy, easy. He doesn’t care what they look like or how big or small they are. They’re yours, and that’s all that matters to him. And if you have any insecurities about them, he’ll be sure to show you how much he loves them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to be inside you when he comes, whether that’s with a condom or without. He loves the faces and sounds you make when he’s twitching inside you, riding out his high. If you allowed him to come inside you without a condom, he’d be thrilled, but he’d still check in with you the whole time up until he comes to make sure that’s really what you want.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This might seem like a cop-out, but he doesn’t have any dirty secrets. He doesn’t have any shame in what he likes in the bedroom, so there’s no secrets between you two. If he likes something or wants to try something, even if it’s something other people might find strange, he’s going to tell you/talk to you about it. If he expresses he’s into something and you’re not down to do it, he’s not going to feel ashamed for asking. Like I said, he has no shame in what he likes.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s very experienced & absolutely knows what he is doing. He prides himself on being able to make his partner feel good, and all the skills he’s acquired over the years will aid him in pleasing you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl and doggystyle, both for different reasons. Cowgirl so he can watch you bounce on top of and fuck yourself on him. Especially when he’s high, he loves to lay there and just let you go to town again and again. Looking up at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes would make him crazy. Doggystyle (specifically facing a mirror) so he can watch you watch yourself take him. He’d lean over you and dirty talk into you ear, telling you to look at yourself in the mirror so you can see how beautiful you look taking him. Both positions are also great for him to be able to circle your clit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very humorous. He never takes himself too seriously, and that include in bed. Sex is supposed to be fun, and he definitely brings that. He needs someone that can joke around with him during sexy time. If he were to get more serious at any point, it would be when either of you are close to coming.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yes, the carpet matches the drapes. He doesn’t care about grooming, though. He’s not bothered by body hair, both on himself or his partner. If you asked him to clean up a bit, he certainly would, but otherwise, he doesn’t care. He’s not unhygienic though, he just isn’t bothered by it enough to do anything about it. For you, though, he’d do anything.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

That depends on our little angel’s mood. Sometimes, he just wants to lay back and let you do the work, but he’d still praise you and tell you how good you’re making him feel. If he’s releasing some pent-up frustration, he’d still be soft with you, but he might not be as giggly or romantic as usual. For special occasions, like your birthday or anniversary, he’d really ramp up the romance, adding sensual touches like lighting candles and putting on music.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This one feels obvious, but he thinks about you when he jacks off. Thinks about your taste, your scent, all of the sounds you made during your last sexual escapade. He drools a little when he comes, specifically when he comes from masturbating. He’s so deep in the thoughts of you while he’s touching himself that he can’t be bothered to make sure he isn’t drooling.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves having his hair played with/pulled. When he’s going down on you, he lives for having your fingers tangled in his hair and gently tugging while you buck up into him. He also loves to be praised (because who doesn’t?) (it would send his ego to the moon) and give praises as well, telling you how good you feel/how beautiful you look/how good you’re doing.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere where you’ll both be comfortable, like in bed or on the couch. But if it’s a quickie, he’d take you in the shower, over the kitchen counter, even the floor as long as you’re comfortable. He’d even take you over his work bench if it didn’t risk you two getting caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets easily turned on, especially when he’s in love. He loves seeing you in lingerie, and of course that turns him on, but he gets really turned on when you wear his clothes. Your bare breasts against the inside of his jacket, your core on the inside of his boxers, he loves it all. He’d have a hard time keeping himself together the next time he wore something of his that you had on, picturing you in it instead.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s turned off by anything non-consensual, he’d put his foot down at that. Even if it was something you wanted to try, he wouldn’t allow it. He’s into gentle biting and giving hickeys, but biting to the point of drawing blood is a no. Anything else that would cause either of you harm (something that would cause bruising that isn’t a hickey, leave welts, etc) is a no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both giving and receiving, but he prefers giving. He’s in heaven with your thighs clenched around his head and the taste of you coating his mouth and tongue. His skills are next level. When he’s high, his skills somehow get even better, bringing you to orgasm faster than you could’ve imagined.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sex with him is for sure soft and giggly. He’s a goofy bean, and that personality of his certainly transitions into the bedroom. If you asked for something a little more rough, he’d obliged, albeit hesitantly at first, until he sees how much you’re enjoying it. However, that wouldn’t be often, as he prefers to be soft and slow and take his time with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers to take his time with you and savor every second. He may have a high drive and be DTF a lot of the time, but it’s still special because it’s with you. When there’s not time & you’re both so fucking desperate and needy for each other that you can’t wait, a quickie will suffice, but he’ll be longing for more. And he’d make sure the next session after the quickie was extra special.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes yes and yes. He’s willing to try just about anything, and if he isn’t, he’ll let you know. He won’t shame you for any ideas you bring up or anything you might be embarrassed about wanting to experiment with. He’d be flattered that you felt safe enough with him to ask to experiment in different ways.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends on the type of sex. If he’s high, he’d only be able to go for one round, wanting to cuddle up and fall asleep shortly after (post-aftercare ofc, I can’t stress enough how much he loves that). If he’s had a stressful day and/or it’s been a while since you two have been intimate, he’d be able to go a few rounds, wanting to stay in the throughs of pleasure with you for as long as possible.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He would certainly use toys on you if you asked. He prefers to do the work himself and get you off with just his touch, but he knows toys are friends, not competition. If you did the deed and he was too sleepy after to go another round but you wanted more, he’d lay there and watch you get yourself off with toys, watching your eyes roll back while he knows you’re thinking about him the whole time.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you until you’re a squirming mess & can’t take it anymore, whining & begging him to do what you’re asking. If you express that you like to be teased, he’d be delighted and draw out the teasing for as long as he possibly could until neither of you could take it anymore.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Our little stoner is definitely vocal in bed. He makes a variety of sexy grunts, groans, and moans, all of which sound like music to your ears. When there’s privacy, he’s loud. He doesn’t hold back at all in expressing how good you’re making him feel. If you’re ever in a situation where you might get caught or others are within earshot, he can hold back the noises, though he’d struggle to hold back the closer he gets to coming.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This may be a hot take, but he is not a whimpering mess of a sub. A switch? Sure, I can see that. A whimpering mess that’s begging you and calling you mommy? Absolutely not, and that’s a hill I’m willing to die on.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s average-sized, maybe a little bigger than average. He’s an average-heigh guy, so it would make sense that his package reflects that. There’s a couple of veins that bulge when he’s got a boner, and they add to the pleasure you feel when he’s inside you. There’s also his scars. He loves when you give them attention, kicking and licking down them slowly as you position yourself to suck him off.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a high sex drive, especially when he’s in love. After the first time, he can’t get enough of you. Your scent, your taste, your touch…he dreams of it.  He’s so in love with you, he’d get distracted at work thinking about all the things you did the night before. And the second you’re both home, he’d be pouncing on you, ready to devour you again and again.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

That depends. If it was sleepier sex while he was high, he’d pass pretty shortly after (post-aftercare of course, once you were both snuggled up under some blankets). Otherwise, he’d want to stay awake and enjoy some pillow talk with you, admiring how beautiful you are post-orgasm and savor the moment of you two wrapped up under the covers.

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Joshua "Scud" Frohmeyer SFW Alphabet

Main masterlist Scud x Reader Masterlist

Finally finished the SFW alphabet for our favorite little stoner angel! Thank you to @dixons-sunshine for proofreading my stuff, as always, and for coming up with a couple of the points 🖤

Also, these are MY OPINION. If you don't agree with something, that's fine, but please play nice.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s very affectionate! He would show affection in a variety of ways, one of the big ones being physical touch. Not necessarily just sexual touching, but innocent ones too, like holding hands, brushing hair out of your eyes, touching your arm or shoulder as he walks past you, or his hand lingering on your back in a crowded room. Any excuse to put his hands on you in any capacity, he’s doing it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

Scud would be an amazing best friend. He’s super chill and laid back, so he’d be the perfect bestie to wind down with after a long day at work or a rough week. Light up a joint, order takeout, and play some video games or watch cartoons. He’s also a great listener, so if you needed a void to scream into or a shoulder to cry on, he’s there. If you needed advice, he’d offer it. Otherwise, he’d just sit there and listen.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

OH YES. This angel is a cuddle fiend. Any chance he gets, he’s clinging to you. He would prefer to be the big spoon, wrapping his arms and legs around you and nuzzling his head into your neck, burying it in your hair. If he accidentally tickled you while pulling you close to him and it elicited a reaction from you, he may go in on tickling you until you laughed so hard you cried. Sometimes, he prefers to be the little spoon or cuddle on top of you with his head in your chest. He’s at his happiest when he’s tangled up with you under the covers in bed or a blanket on the couch, basking in each other’s presence, regardless of what cuddling position you two had chosen. As long as he’s cuddling you though, he’s happy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When he finds the one, he would definitely want to settle down. He’d be so excited to put a ring on it that he’d hardly be able to contain himself. He’s a fairly good cook, though he doesn’t like doing it unless he absolutely has to. Once you two get together, though, he’d want to get better at it so he could cook for you more. Cleaning is a different story. He’s messy, but it’s an organized mess. It looks like chaos to you, but he knows where everything is in the chaos. He would try to be better about it for you, though, especially when you start living together.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Oh god, this one is painful to think about (and it would be painful for him to think about too). If he needed to end a relationship for any reason, it would crush him. He falls head over heels for whoever he ends up in a relationship with and would end one if it was absolutely necessary (like in the case of infidelity or his partner becoming toxic). Even if he had to, it would still hurt. I can see him getting high even more frequently to cope (this one is painful).

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Our favorite little stoner is big on commitment. When you two decide to become exclusive, he would be over the moon that you chose him to be with (which of course you did because look at him). He knows you’re incredible & wants to show you off to the world, but he doesn’t want to share you, if that makes sense. He would know very early on that you were the one, though he wouldn’t express that right away out of fear of potentially scaring you off (for thinking he’d be moving too fast), and when you got engaged, it would be one of the happiest days of his life.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s extremely gentle. Baby boy is a lover, and particularly with his partner, he’s gentle and tender in every capacity. He doesn’t have an aggressive bone in his body, and that’s just how you like him. He loves being soft and tender with you, and it makes him feel good to know how much you also love it. You deserve a soft, easy life, and he’s gonna do his best to help make that a reality. Some might say that means he’s “whipped,” but he doesn’t care. As long as you’re happy, he’ll happily be called “whipped” any day.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hell yeah, he’s a hugger. He’s very physically affectionate, and that includes hugs. He’d give you hugs every chance he got, everything from the second you walked in the door after getting home or hugging you from behind while you’re cooking or brushing your teeth. He’s not just a hugger with his partner, but with his friends (and yours) as well. He’s not at all put off by being platonically physically affectionate with his male friends (he thinks the whole notion of men not hugging each other is silly). His hugs are warm, tight, and comforting, and being wrapped in his arms is one of the safest places you could be.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

When he’s into someone, he falls very hard, very fast. Not necessarily falling in love, but falling in…infatuation? He hasn’t actually been in love that many times, only once prior to meeting you (a high school relationship), so he gets nervous about possibly saying it too quickly. He’d say it once you’ve been together for a few months and is sure it wouldn’t scare you off, but he’d still be nervous. He’d be bursting at the seams to say it by the time it finally came out of his mouth.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not the jealous type. He’s confident in himself & very secure in your relationship. He’d only ever get jealous for a very good reason and isn’t the type to fly off the handle at little things. If, for any reason, he did get a bit jealous, he would tell you and want to have a conversation about it. You don’t do anything that would make him jealous, though. He’s all you’ve got eyes for, and he knows that.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

This angel’s kisses are much like him—soft, gentle, and a little goofy. Sometimes, his kisses would turn into playful biting (gentle biting of course bc he’s a gentle bean). He loves to kiss you everywhere, but particularly your lips, neck (the crook of your neck because it’s nice and warm), and any part of your body that you’re insecure about. Regardless of whether it’s your chest, arms, stomach, anything, he’ll show it extra affection. Aside from on the mouth, he likes to be kissed on the forehead and on his scars.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He loves kids! He’s a kid at heart, so he gets along amazingly with them and relates to them a lot. If you two had a child/children, he’d be a top-tier dad. He’d wanna spend all of his time with his little one(s) (and you, of course) and do everything he possibly could for them. You’d insist on taking over at times, wanting to give him a break, but he’d be so over the moon to be with his kid(s) that you’d have to force him to take a break for his own sake.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

When you’re both home, mornings are slow and cozy. He’d keep you in bed for as long as possible, wrapped up around you or with you laying with your head on his chest (as we have established, he’s a cuddle fiend). When you two finally climb out of bed, he’d insist on making breakfast, whether that was something quick because you stayed in bed for too long or something that required more effort because he wanted to treat you. Sometimes, you would push to do it, as you’d want to take care of him too.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with him as just as cozy as the mornings, if not more so. You two would often shower together, but it wouldn’t necessarily be a sexual thing. It would often be for the other intimate moments that come with showering together, like washing each other’s hair. When you were back in bed and cuddled up under the covers, you’d talk about your days, and sometimes he would light up a joint. You would fall asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Scud’s very open and has no trouble expressing himself to anyone, even strangers. He has no shame & is an open book when it comes to just about anything. He couldn’t give less of a fuck about what anyone thinks of him. He’d start revealing things about himself pretty early on and would continue to do so based on how you reacted to his other statements. If he waits to reveal anything, it would be about how he got his scars & the fact that he’s a familiar. He’s not insecure about his scars by any means, but it’s one of his most personal stories, and even if you see them sooner, he’d probably save the story of how he got them for once you’ve been together for a little bit. He’d eventually open up about being a familiar once you’d been together for a while & you knew about Blade & his work.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Our angel baby is very patient on all fronts, and he’s not very easily angered. He gets frustrated, but not angry, if that makes sense. There aren’t many things that would make him angry, but an example would be someone threatening harm to one of you. He may get a little snippy after having a really bad day at the workshop, but he would quickly catch himself and apologize if he ever caught an attitude with you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He tries to remember nearly everything you tell him. It’s important to him to remember as much as he can about you, so he does his best. He even tries to remember tiny details that you might consider insignificant, like which socks you prefer to wear when it’s extra cold outside or the exact brand of pads or tampons you buy (even though you couldn’t care less and just buy whatever is the most affordable).

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time the two of you say “I love you.” Whether it was during a planned romantic date, in the heat of the moment during an intimate escapade, or on a random Tuesday when you’re doing something mundane, it would be his favorite memory. He’d often think back to it when you’re sharing a romantic moment or even just lounging on the couch together with your head in his lap as he pets your hair & his eyes would get all glossed over with love.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s very protective of the people he cares about, and that of course includes you. However, he’s not controlling, like he doesn’t tell you what you can and can’t wear/do/hang out with, nor would he ever try because you’re your own person & he loves you the way you are. He would protect you by keeping his status as a familiar a secret. As stated earlier, he would do it until it was either necessary for you to find out or once you had been together for a while & you were acquainted with Blade & his work. He would want to be protected by you keeping his status as a familiar a secret.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts a lot of effort into the smallest of things because, to him, it’s the little details that make the special moments even more special. If you had an obscure favorite flower (or other plant) or a niche hobby or treat you enjoyed, he’d go through hell and high water to get his hands on it because he knows how much it would make you smile, and he’d do anything to see that smile. He’d be counting down the days to your anniversary each year, barely able to contain himself with what he has planned for you two.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Angel’s a nail-biter, for sure. Sometimes it’s an anxious habit, sometimes it’s done out of boredom. You’ll often catch him biting them absentmindedly, and when you do, you take his hand and kiss the back of his fingers. That pulls him from whatever anxious or bored trance he was stuck in, and he’d smile softly and kiss your hand in return as a silent thank you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s confident, but he’s not vain. He’s only concerned with his looks as it pertains to what you think (he couldn’t give less of a fuck what anyone else thinks). If you say you like his hair a certain way or when he wears a certain shirt or accessory (cough the bandana cough), he’ll make an effort to wear it more often, especially when he knows he’s going to see you. He’d also do things like paint his nails because he thinks it looks cool, gender norms be damned. He doesn’t care.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Once he had you, he wouldn’t feel complete without you. You’re his other half, his better half, as he would say. He wants to do life and all of its ups and downs with you, and he can’t imagine doing it without you, nor does he want to. He wants to be by your side through every accomplishment & proud moment as well as every bout of depression & grief, and he wants you by his side for the same.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I have two for this one. First, he never takes his choker off, even to shower or sleep. He wears it all the time, and if/when it breaks, he’ll do his best to fix it or find a new one if it’s beyond repair. Second, he has ADHD. He’s very fidgety, always tapping his foot, bouncing his leg, or playing with his hands/fingers any time he’s not doing something. He can ramble, and he hyperfixates on different things, one of the big ones being his inventions.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like fake people. He’s genuine & authentic to his core, and he expects you to be the same. He needs someone who isn’t afraid to be who they truly are, regardless of what that looks like. He also can’t stand liars. He’s honest, always, and that’s a quality his partner needs to have as well. He also hates people who are just mean for no reason. Being human is hard, so he puts forth his best effort to be kind to everyone he encounters.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

When lover boy’s in a relationship, he has trouble sleeping alone. He wants to be wrapped around his partner like a koala, nuzzling his face into your hair and holding you so close and tight that you don’t have room to roll around. Not that you would want to roll away from him, anyway. He also snores, but it’s really soft and cute, sometimes blowing strands of your hair against your neck while you sleep. It tickles every so slightly, but it doesn’t bother you.

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You're In Control: Scud Frohmeyer & Fem!Reader

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Summary: What was supposed to be an unforgettable night ends in a way you were hoping to avoid. But your boyfriend assures you that this doesn’t change anything, and he’s not going anywhere.

Genre: Hurt to comfort/fluff & angst

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: implication of past SA, victim blaming oneself, panic attacks, mention of flashbacks. swearing, discussions of sex, no use of Y/N

A/N: This is by far not my best work. I wrote this in like a day and a half, which is the quickest I’ve ever written something after coming up with an idea. But I hope you still enjoy it. This is 100% self-indulgent copium don’t mind me. Writing this healed something in me, and I hope, if you need it, that it heals something in you too 🖤

The night had started blissfully, everything going according to plan. There was dressing up, dinner, the newest comedy movie to hit theaters, and the most handsome man in the city with you on his arm. It was a date night that was supposed to be unforgettable, one that you planned to end off with a little mattress action.

But now here you were—curled up in bed, topless, the covers pulled tight against your chest, having yet another panic attack.

Not according to plan. Not according to plan at all.

You had tried. Countless times, you had tried. Every time you ended up in bed together, it went the same—pleasure, flashbacks, panic. You wanted him. Badly. But your mind and body had other plans, trying to protect you in its own weird, fucked-up way.

Scud sat across from you, maintaining a respectful distance as to not overwhelm you. He watched with pain in his expression as you sat there, shaking like a leaf, clutching the covers to your chest like your life depended on it. Every time, it happened just like this, and every time, it managed to break his heart a little more than before.

“In through your nose, out through your mouth baby,” he instructed, slowly extending a hand out for you to take, only if you wanted. All the while, he kept his voice as soft and soothing as he could muster. “You can do this.”

You took a single, shaky breath in through your nose, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out through your mouth. Square breathing, your therapist had called it—inhale for four, hold for four, exhale for four, pause for four, then repeat. You reached out and took his hand, intertwining your fingers between his while keeping your gaze locked on your lap.

An almost invisible smile tugged at his lips when he realized what you were doing, working through your panic to implement one of the skills you’d learned in therapy. “Good job, baby. Can you do it again for me?” he asked, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He tilted his head slightly, hoping it would coax you to look up. “I’ll do it with you.”

You slowly lifted your head and peered up at him, and the sight of your disheveled state broke him—tears streaming down your face, your eyes puffy from crying, and your face tinged red from embarrassment. He wanted nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and rock you, soothe all your worries as he stroked your hair and kissed your forehead. But he’d come to learn that you needed space in moments like this. The torrent of comfort cuddles would come later.

“Keep goin’,” he encouraged, maintaining eye contact while he leaned over the side of the bed, grabbing the first article of clothing his fingers came in contact with—his shirt. He held it out to you, still keeping the same breathing pattern as you in hopes you’d continue. You always preferred to put your clothes back on after something like this happened, and he knew this time was no exception. Whether it was an article of his clothing or yours, you didn’t care. You just needed something.

“Fuck, this is humiliating,” you croaked, taking his shirt in your trembling fingers. Your vision was clouded with tears, but your attempts to blink them away were futile as they continued to well up in your eyes faster than you could blink them away.

“You have nothin’ to be embarrassed about, baby,” he reassured. He turned to the side, giving privacy while you got dressed. Despite having seen you topless countless times, he was happy to give you as much space as you needed while you were feeling extra vulnerable. “Just keep breathin’. You’re doin’ great.”

You continued your square breathing as you released the death grip on the covers, letting them fall into your lap. You slipped your boyfriend’s shirt over your head, the faint scent of the cologne you’d gotten him for his birthday still lingering in the threads of the cotton. Slipping your arms through the sleeves, you reached out to him again, your fingers grazing his tricep to indicate it was safe for him to turn back around.

Pride swelled in his chest as he saw you continued your square breathing. Sometimes, helping you utilize your coping skills required a little more effort, but today, you seemed to be keeping them going with ease. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. Swiftly, he hopped out of bed and stepped out of your room, returning a minute or so later with a glass of water. He took his spot back on the bed and passed it to you, not releasing until your shaky hand had a firm grip on it.

“I’m sorry, Josh.” Your voice came out groggy, tired, like you had just woken up. And perhaps, in a weird way, you had.

“What are you apologizin’ for?” He knew the answer. You always apologized when this happened, despite him always assuring you that it wasn’t necessary. “Apologies are only for when you’ve done somethin’ wrong, and you certainly haven’t done anythin’.”

You let out a deep, shaky exhale before taking a sip of the water, the cool liquid soothing your raw throat. “I just feel like I should be past this by now,” you muttered under your breath.

His heart shattered at your words. You said it so bluntly, so harsh, like it was fact. He didn’t believe it for a second, and though your tone conveyed otherwise, he was hopeful you didn’t truly believe it either.

“Don’t say that,” he practically begged, his voice a mixture of sweet and commanding. He held a hand out, letting it hover near your leg but not touching it, silently waiting for your permission. When you nodded, he placed his hand on your knee, drawing small shapes with his fingers. “You don’t need to be past anything. What you went through was terrible, and there’s no time limit for your healing. You take as long as you need.”

“You deserve better,” you sighed, the matter-of-factness heavy in your words, “you deserve someone who’s not going to have a panic attack every time they try to have sex.”

His retort was quick, hardly missing a beat as you finished your sentence. “And you deserve to feel safe during our little escapades, which takes precedence.”

You curled into a ball, hugging your legs tight to your chest and burying your face in your knees. Your eyes burned, and the heat radiating off your face from how red you were scalded your skin. The embarrassment you were feeling now was all-consuming. You were sure it was going to kill you.

“My love? Can you look at me?”

You looked up at him, peering through strands of hair that had fallen in your face. His hand was held out again, giving you space for you to take it if you wanted but leave it if you didn’t. Wanting to feel his touch, you took his hand, pulling it toward you slightly, indicating that you wanted him to move closer. He moved slowly, coming up next to you and adjusting himself to face you.

Finally, you looked at him—really looked at him. You saw the sincerity in his eyes, the honesty he had shown you time and time again. You saw the adoration that ran deeper than you could fathom, and as you locked eyes, you took one last final, shaky inhale, your breathing having almost returned to normal. You never doubted his words, but something about tonight and the way he looked at you hit differently this time.

“You’re in control here, baby. I don’t want you doubting that for even a second.” He wiped a few tears off your face with his thumb, a smile barely tugging at the corners of your mouth as he caressed your cheek.

“I know. You’ve never done anything to make me question it,” you assured.

“That’s good,” he mused, a soft little grin forming on his face as he gave your hand another squeeze, “you take as much time as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

You adjusted slightly, pulling the covers up over him and scooting into his lap, relaxing into his chest as he snaked his arms around you. More than ever, his arms felt like the safest place in the world. “I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head, pulling you tighter against him. Beginning to rock you gently, he buried his nose in your hair, whispering your favorite words he’s ever uttered. “I love you more.”

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A Familiar Face: Scud Frohmeyer & Familiar!Fem!Reader

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Alternate title: Damaskinos’ Daughter

Summary: Blade brings a new recruit onto the team, but Scud doesn’t expect it to be such a familiar face.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 766

Warnings: Swearing, Reader is also a familiar & is Damaskinos’ daughter. I think that’s it!

A/N: My first attempt at a Scud x Reader fic! Since I started writing for Daryl, I wanted to take a stab (or a bite hehe (sorry that was a bad joke)) at our favorite little stoner. Please be gentle or I’ll cry, and I’m sure you don’t want the responsibility of that on your shoulders, do you?

Scud Frohmeyer was normally the most laid-back of laid-back guys. Whether it was with a joint in his hand or the putting his skills to use for Blade, there were few things that got him worked up. Calm, cool, collected—a perfectly-crafted string of alliteration that accurately captured the inventor’s demeanor.

But when you waltzed into the workshop, arms folded over your chest and a delighted smirk on your face, to say he was caught by surprise would be an understatement. He nearly fell out of his chair at the sound of your voice, your soft but slightly sarcastic “hi there” as Blade introduced you sending his heart straight into his throat.

You worked together for the day, both of you feigning ignorance that you two were already well acquainted. However, when evening came & the dark knight stepped out for a bit, Scud took the opportunity to corner you for an interrogation of sorts.

You were backed against the wall, his piercing blue eyes locked on yours. His arms trapped you on both sides to ensure you wouldn’t escape.

Not that you would have tried to anyway.

As you eyed him up and down, you propped your foot against the wall, arms folded over your chest once again as you leaned back, stifling an amused chuckle. You tapped your other foot, the one with your familiar tattoo on the bottom, on the floor. For a few moments, the only sounds that echoed off the workshop walls were your breathing, your boot, and the faint dripping of water somewhere in the dark.

“The hell are you doin’ here, Y/N?” His tone was a cocktail of flustered and frantic, breaking through the quiet, but not quite echoing to where any prying ears would hear. Even though you two were alone, he still exercised caution with his volume.

“Guess daddy dearest didn’t think you could pull this off all on your own,” you mused, pretending to check over the polish on your nails before meeting his gaze again. That subtle smirk from earlier in the day broke out, bigger this time. “Sent his favorite to help with the job.”

He kept his voice low, leaning in closer, his face merely inches from yours. “You say a word to B—“

“Oh, so you have a nickname for him? It’s almost like you care,” you interjected, your statement booming in comparison to his. The laugh that followed awoke the butterflies in his stomach, sending them into a tizzy.

He’d always been enraptured by your beauty, too nervous to make a move on account of you being the elder’s daughter. Instead, he settled for close proximity, doing his best to make small talk any chance the two of you were occupying the same space.

But it wasn’t just your beauty that captured him. You were feisty, brilliant, and had quite the attitude. And he loved it.

This was different, though. He had a job to do, and as far as he was concerned, you were impeding on it, potentially even a liability, your status as the vampire lord’s daughter be damned.

Little did he know, you shared the same sentiment. On both accounts.

“What makes you think I would say anything?” The sass that laced your words hung heavy in the air as you continued. “We’re on the same side. I won’t say anything if you won’t.” You paused for a brief moment, fluttering your lashes as you dropped your gaze briefly to the floor and back at him. “Josh.”

His stomach nearly fell out of his body, and he unconsciously gripped at his abdomen. It wasn’t the use of his real name that was affecting him. Oh no, it was because you said it. But you didn’t just say it. You spoke it like it was the sweetest thing in the world, the simple name slipping off your lips like honeyed words.

The tension between you was thick enough to be cut with a knife. What type of tension that was…was up for debate.

Pushing himself off the wall, he spun around, his jacket grazing the side of your jeans. You watched as he sauntered off, taking a pack of smokes from his pocket and lighting one. He looked back over his shoulder at you for a split second, long enough to catch you wiggling your fingers in a flirtatious wave.

“This is going to be an eventual few weeks,” you said to yourself, sighing and leaning against the wall again.

There were many words you would use to describe those next few weeks, and eventful was certainly one of them.

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Date Night | Scud Frohmeyer x Fem!Reader

A/N: I don’t even know how to summarize this. I have no idea what this is. I was going through some of my old drafts and I stumbled across this and I have no recollection of ever writing this? This is honestly not that great to me but I haven’t posted for Scud in a hot minute, so here is...this lol.

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“Shit. Shit!”

That singular word seemed to be the only thing able to leave your mouth at that moment. You were in a haste to get ready, acutely aware that your date would show up at your door at any given moment.

And you could not, for the life of you, find your shoes.

“Calm down, babe,” your roommate, Emma, told you with a light laugh, walking into your room whilst holding up the very footwear you had nearly destroyed your room looking for. “I found them.”

Pure, unadulterated relief flooded through your body. “Oh my god, thank you!” You rushed forward and took the shoes from her, giving her a quick hug before moving to sit down on your bed. You slipped them on, and in the nick of time as well. A knock could be heard from the front door, making your heart nearly leap from your chest. “How do I look?” you inquired, standing up and smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed on your shirt.

“You look good enough to eat,” Emma told you, eliciting a small laugh from you. “Go on now. I did not lend you my favourite shirt just so that you can chicken out of your date. Go have fun.”

“Thank you,” you replied, sending her a smile. “I’ll be back by midnight.”

“I highly doubt that,” she laughed. “Now go!”

“Okay!” you chuckled. You sent her one last look before making your way out of your room and towards the front door. You took a deep breath, before opening the door.

Your breath hitched at the sight in front of you. You locked eyes with those familiar blue ones of Joshua “Scud” Frohmeyer, the aforementioned man holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. His eyes widened slightly, his gaze trailing over your body, making you duck your head shyly.

Wow.” Those were the first words that fell from Scud’s lips. “You look amazin’.” He shook his head to clear his thoughts, clearing his throat and extending the bouquet towards you. “I got this for you.”

You gave him a shy smile. “Thank you,” you said softly, gently taking it from his hands. You sniffed at the flowers, the sweet aroma filling your senses. “You didn’t have to.”

“‘Course I did,” Scud replied with a smile, watching as you gently placed the bouquet down on the table next to the door. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah. Just let me get a vase for this.”

“No need. I got it,” Emma’s voice rang out from behind you, startling you. You turned around to face her, watching as she took the flowers into her hands. “I expect her back in one piece,” she told Scud ‘threateningly’.

Scud simply chuckled and gave her a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am. You have nothin’ to worry about.” He extended his arm towards you. “Let’s go, beautiful.”

Emma gently pushed you forward, urging you to link your arm through Scud’s. When you were out of the door, she sent you one last smile before closing the door. “Have fun, kids!”

The two of you shared a look. You laughed lightly and shook your head. “So where are we going?” you asked him as the two of you started walking down the stairs of your apartment building.

“Do you trust me?” Scud asked you, his blue eyes flickering over to you.

You nodded. “Of course I do.”

“Then jus’ trust me when I say you’ll like what I have planned.”

“You’re not going to kill me, are you?” you asked jokingly, successfully eliciting a laugh from the man.

“Nah,” he replied easily, “I like you too much.”

“Well that’s reassuring,” you laughed.

Scud chuckled again. “I thought you trusted me?”

“I’m not so sure anymore.” You were just joking. You did trust him. He knew you did. He knew you were just teasing him.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see how the night plays out.”

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Because I Love You | Scud Frohmeyer x Fem!Reader

A/N: Happy Scud Saturday!

With a low, agonizing groan, you rolled over in bed for the hundredth time that night. No matter what position you placed your body in, you just could not get comfortable. You had even resorted to the fetal position in the hopes of relieving even just the slightest bit of the pain in your abdomen, but to no avail.

Your period was in full swing, and your uterus was punishing you for yet again refusing to get pregnant.

When you turned around again, you felt a stirring beside you. “Babe? What’s wrong?” the groggy, sleep-filled voice of your boyfriend rung out through the dark, quiet room.

You mentally kicked yourself for being so restless. Because of you, Scud was awake, and you knew how desperately he needed the sleep. Blade had been pushing him to his limit non-stop for the past few days, and Scud had been forced to stay awake to complete an invention way into the early hours of the morning. That night was the first night in a week that Scud had been permitted to go to bed early, and of course your stupid period had to come around and ruin it.

You turned around to face him, a small, albeit strained smile on your face. “I’m sorry, Josh. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you apologized sincerely.

Scud yawned and brought his hands up to his face, using his palms to wipe the remnants of sleep from his eyes. “S’alright,” he mumbled. When his vision was cleared, he looked back at you, his eyebrows furrowing in concern when you let out a quiet hiss. “What’s wrong, Baby?”

You shook your head and sent him—what you hoped was—a reassuring smile. “Nothing. I’m fine. Go back to sleep, okay? You need the rest.”

It was Scud’s turn to shake his head. The inventor slightly pushed himself up onto his elbows, his cerulean eyes staring down at you as he attempted to decipher what had you in obvious discomfort. With one glance down at your stomach, he saw the way you were subtly clutching it, and realization dawned on him.

“Oh,” he began, his gaze turning more sympathetic. “Your sharkweek began, huh?”

You sighed and nodded. There was no point in lying to Scud now. “Yeah,” you mumbled out weakly. “It started about an hour ago. I saw it when I got up to go to the bathroom. I didn’t think the pain would be this bad, though. I thought I could handle it.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m so sorry I woke you. I didn’t mean to.”

Scud sent you a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, Baby. I don’t mind. ‘Sides, I’d hate for my girl to suffer in silence when I could be helpin’ out.” With that, he threw the sheets aside and pushed himself up from the bed. He stretched his body, his bare back on display for your view, before beginning to stalk towards the bedroom door.

You frowned and sat up. “Where are you going?” you called out to him before he could open the door.

Scud turned his head to look back at you. He sent you a smile, his eyes sparkling in the dim glow of the moonlight that fluttered in through the window. “M’just gonna get a few things for you. I’ll be right back.”

Before you could protest, your boyfriend closed the door behind him. You sighed and shook your head, although you could not deny how loved you felt at his actions. You turned and flicked on the bedside lamp, fully illuminating the room.

True to his words, he did not take long at all. In a mere fifteen minutes, Scud was back, carrying a cup in one hand, a hot water bottle in the other, and a bar of chocolate—still in the wrapper—between his teeth. He walked over to your side and placed the cup down on the nightstand, before handing you the hot water bottle and the bar of chocolate.

“Here ya go, m’lady,” he said, playfully bowing. He smiled at the giggle you let out at his theatrics, and moved over to his side of the bed. He got in under the sheets, before grabbing his watch from his nightstand and checking the time. “Huh. Didn’t expect to be productive at three in the mornin’, but here I am.”

“I’m so sorry, Josh,” you immediately apologised. “I didn’t—”

“It’s okay,” Scud cut you off with a light chuckle. He took one of your hands in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You didn’t ask me to do this. I wanted to. God only knows how many times you’ve waited on me when I was sick. I’m a damn baby when I’m sick.” When you laughed at his words, he smiled, before continuing. “I did this because I love ya. You don’t have to feel bad about it, okay?”

You slowly nodded, and leaned forward to capture Scud in a hug. He instantly reciprocated the action, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you, Josh,” you murmured into his chest.

“And I love you, my sweet girl.” A few beats of silence passed, until Scud spoke up again. “Y’know, if all else fails, you know I don’t mind a little blood...”

You laughed and pushed Scud away. “You’re insufferable.”

“Yeah, and yet you love me.”

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Discovery | Scud Frohmeyer x Fem!Reader

Summary: While the two of you were supposed to be working on a new project for Blade, Scud had better things in mind. And those better things included a discovery that you'd most definitely use to your advantage in the future.

Warnings: Suggestive content, fingering but not really.

Word count: 584.

A/N: Dedicated to @celtic-crossbow. Hope you like this, my love 💜.

The machine that had to be repaired was a forgotten memory on the table. A half-smoked joint was burning out in the ashtray next to the machine, blueprints and other papers were strayed all over the floor and the rock song that filled the air was almost completely drowned out by the loud, lewd moans that filled the air.

You and Scud were supposed to be working. You knew that. Blade would be back any minute to collect the machine Scud was working on and to get a report on the blood tests you were running to improve his serum. However, as you found yourself sat upon one of the workbenches and as Scud's lips trailed down your jaw, down to your collarbone, you couldn't care to be worried about being late with it. What was happening was way more fun, and it definitely deserved all of your attention.

“Josh,” you moaned out breathlessly, tilting your head back to allow him better access to your neck. Your mind was foggy, your only thoughts being him and how good he was making you feel at that moment. His fingers were languidly rubbing circles over your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

Scud hummed against your skin, his kisses burning a fiery trail down your neck as he began to suck at your collarbone. “Yeah? Does that feel good, Baby?” he asked you rhetorically. He knew damn well how he was making you feel. Your downright sinful, nearly pornographic moans told him all he needed to know.

You nodded frantically, your fingers running through his hair in an attempt to ground yourself back down to Earth. Scud took that as a sign to up his game. He slipped his hand into your underwear and let his finger glide through your slit. The action made you gasp. Without even really thinking about it, you lightly yanked on his hair as another moan escaped you. However, your moan was drowned out by the obscene sound that left Scud's mouth.

You looked at Scud in surprise at the sound that had escaped him. The sound bordered on both a whimper and a groan. You had never heard him make that sound before. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. And as Scud's cerulean eyes locked with your own eyes, you could clearly see that he was just as surprised about that revelation as you.

“Well shit, I'll be damned,” he laughed, his hand slipping from your underwear to rest on your thighs. “I think you just unlocked a new kink for me.”

You giggled and brushed some of the hair away from his face. “And here I thought I knew everything about you.” You cupped his cheek and caressed it lovingly. “I'm surprised I didn't do that sooner. We could've figured it out a whole lot earlier.”

Scud leaned forward and pressed a messy, tender kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, he leaned into your touch, a small smile on his face. “You're gonna use this to your advantage, aren't you?”

“Oh, definitely.” You laughed. “I'm gonna overuse this piece of knowledge. Just you wait.”

You pulled him in for a fiery, hungry kiss. Scud moaned and returned the kiss with a fervor of his own. And as your hands trailed back up to his hair, he couldn't help the excitement that pooled at the pit of his stomach.

Yeah, you could use that little discovery all you wanted. He definitely didn't mind.