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moonbaby6 · 7 months ago

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~Donuts

Word count: 1994

Warnings: sub!Scud? Swearing, Sex, Unprotected Sex(don't be silly guys), Smoking, Mention of scars. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You were the newest member on Blade's team, and you were eager to start your work. Your job would be designing the bombs and other things Blade needed. Then, you'd give your designs over to someone named Scud, as Blade told you. Currently, Blade was showing you around. He took you up to the second level where you saw a man lighting a joint with a welder. Blade cleared his throat, "Scud, we have our newest member." Scud looked up like he was in trouble, his joint hanging loosely from his lips; he quickly put on a smile though. "This is Y/N, she's our new designer." Scud nodded as you gave a small wave, "The name's Josh, but you can call me Scud though, everybody does." You nodded and Blade said, "Scud, show her to her desk and new room, I've got important business to take care of with Whistler." Scud nodded, "I gotchu B, c'mon Y/N." He motioned for you to follow and so you did.

He led you into a small side room, "It's not much but the warehouse is crowded. You should be comfortable here mamas." You chuckled at his nickname, "Thanks." You said, walking into the small room to settle in as he left to go back to his work. You sighed softly and sat on the small bed. You couldn't help but think about Scud and how attractive he was. It made you nervous inside but also insanely eager. You knew it was a workplace but at this moment you didn't care.

You left your room and walked out to where Scud was working. "Hey Scuddy." He looked up and smiled at the nickname, "Heyo." You stood by his desk, lifting yourself to sit on it as he was hunched over it messing with something with a screwdriver. "Whatcha up to?" He began to explain the inner working of the bomb he was working on, which you didn't quite understand, but you didn't care. The way his wet lips glistened in the light as he spoke, the way his messy dark brown hair fell into his face, how his arms seemed to flex under his jacket. "Whatcha starin' like that for? You makin' me nervous." He commented, snapping you out of your mental state. "Making you nervous?" You asked, smirking slightly. He licked his lips nervously, "Y- yeah, y'know- watchin' me work n all that." His cheeks dusted pink as you stared into his crystal blue eyes. He looked away and back to is work, his hands slightly shaking. You hopped off his desk, "It's late...goodnight Scuddy." You said, almost seductively; while tracing a hand over his shoulder and down his back. You felt him shiver. "G'night mamas." He called after you as you walked back into your room.

You lied in your bed, thinking about him. You found him incredible attractive and you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss his soft, wet, lips; to tug at his shaggy, dark brown hair; and to pull him closer to you by his choker he always wore. You wanted this man, no, you needed this man. You groaned and rolled over in bed, burying your face into your pillow; wishing he was the reason your face was in the pillow. Eventually, sleep took over your body and you drifted off.

The next morning you awoke to the sounds of crashing from outside your room. You mumbled to yourself tiredly before dragging yourself out of bed and and changing, then walking out your door. You rubbed your eyes, messy hair falling around your face as you walked into the main room. Scud was standing over a bunch of burnt up pieces of some project he was working on. He looked up at you, his eyes dilating at the sight of you. "Morning Scud." You said sleepily. He bit his lip slightly, "Mornin..." he mumbled, looking back down to his burnt up project. "What the hell happened here?" You asked, stepping closer. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Uh, I had the wires connected wrong." You chuckled and he bit his lip again, looking at you. "You need some help?" You asked, and he felt his face burn a little, "S- sure, yeah, thanks." You nodded and bent down, picking up the scattered pieces. He felt his face red-hot now, and noticed his cargos felt tighter than normal. He cleared his throat before squatting down next to you to help. The two of you finished picking everything up and then he sat in his chair, pulling out a box of donuts. You chuckled and sat on his desk as he offered you one. "Thanks." You said, taking a bite as he lit a joint and placed it between his lips, "You're welcome mamas." You smiled and he handed you the joint. You spent the next hour or so smoking and talking.

After a while he pulled out another box of donuts. "Y'know what's always been on my bucket list?" You asked. "Hm?" He hummed, taking another drag. "To stack donuts on a guy's dick." You said it so nonchalantly he nearly choked on his donut, "W-what?" You started laughing, the weed loosened you up so much your filter was gone; you hopped off the desk and stood in front of Scud, between his legs. He looked up at you with dilated blue eyes, his tongue flicked out to wet his lips and you smiled down at him. "What was that for?" You asked, smirking. "What was what for?" He asked, seemingly distracted as his eyes traced your body. "You licked your lips." You stated plainly, adding, "What? You gonna kiss me or something?" Scud stood, looking down at you, his hands moving awkwardly at his sides as if he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch you, "Can I?"

You looked up into his blue eyes, they were lust-filled with longing. "Yeah, you can." He leaned in, lips inches from yours. You felt his hot breath on your face, the smell of weed in the air as it wafted between the two of you. You hooked a finger in his choker and closed the distance; his soft, wet, lips sliding in time over yours. His warm tongue flicked out and across your lips, begging for entrance. You opened your mouth, and his tongue slid in in an instant, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You felt him let out what sounded like a whimper into your mouth, and you smirked against his lips and walked forward; pushing him to sit back in his chair. He looked up at you with hungry eyes, "Please mamas, I need ya." He reached out and grabbed your wrist, and you let him tug you onto his lap. You straddled him, feeling his hardness beneath you only turned you on more. Your mouths connected once again, moving together in perfect motion. You rocked your hips on his and he let out little whines and moans into your mouth, causing you to move even more.

He broke the kiss, "Mm please, I need more. I need ya, more of ya." I locked my eyes on his, nodding, "Then have more Scuddy..." He took that as the okay and began to tug your shirt off over your head. You lifted your arms and he took it off; then taking off his own jacket and shirt. You looked down at the scars that littered his stomach and he flushed more, "Vamp trouble." He said, his fingers fidgeting on your waist. You nodded and traced your fingers down his chest, causing his breath to hitch.

"Doesn't matter, just keep kissing me." You said, leaning in again. He cupped your face in his hands and was all over you again in seconds. "Bedroom?" You asked, pulling away. He shook his head, "Nah mamas, lemme fuck you right here instead. Please." He begged, eyes wide and sparking with lust. "Okay." You breathed. In an instant his hand was fumbling with the button on your jeans, tugging them down as you stood up. He leaned forward and slipped a finger in the waistband of your panties, looking up at you. You nodded and he basically tore them off of you. You leaned down and helped him take off his own pants; his hands shaking so much he looked like he'd pass out. You ran your hand over the outline of his cock through his boxers and he let out a whimper. You smirked, "You like that Scuddy?" He bit his lip and nodded, his eyes following your hand as you teased him. "More." He breathlessly mumbled, eyes large and pleading as they locked on yours. You slowly began to take off his boxers, his cock sprung free; precum already dripping down. You smirked and his breathing practically stopped as you began to stroke him. "Oh fuck~" He mumbled, his head falling back against the chair. You kept stroking as his hands gripped the arms of the chair till his knuckles turned white.

You took your hand away, causing him to whine in protest, "Why'd ya stop?" You smirked, "You think imma let you have all the fun?" His breath hitched and his hands reached out to you as you climbed onto his lap again, sitting on his cock and teasing him by rubbing your wetness on it. He moaned, a deeper sound you'd yet to hear out of him. Your hands were on his shoulders as you kept rubbing yourself against him, his whining worsening. "Please mamas, let me put it in already." He begged, his hands gripping your hips tighter and tighter. You bit your lip, wanting it just as much as he did at this point, "Yeah, yeah do it." He moved you and positioned himself, sliding in swiftly and letting out his own whimper of pleasure, "Fuck~." You sighed in ecstasy, your head tossing back as you locked your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands started trailing up and down your back, cupping your breasts, and touching you anywhere he could as he pumped up into you. He kissed your neck and chest. Your rocked your hips on his as he pounded up, moans and whimpers of pleasure escaping his lips, "Fuck mamas, you feel so good I-" his words cut short with a moan as you began to suck on his neck. His thrusts got sloppier as his moaning got more desperate; you felt your own self start to clench up. "Oh Scud, oh fuck me harder~" You demanded, before continuing to whisper sweet nothings in his ear; all of which were cut short by your own gasps and moans of pleasure. "Fuck I'm so close, you gotta come with me." He urged, licking his thumb as one of his hands reached down to rub at your clit. "Oh shit Scud~" You sucked in a gasp as you felt yourself near your edge. "Come for me mamas, come with me, I gotta feel ya, please." He begged, his other arm wrapped around your waist tightly, helping to rock your hips on his as you both got sloppier.

His mouth found yours again and you messily kissed as you felt your walls clench around him; you let out a near pornographic moan into his mouth. He groaned back, his movements speeding up and spurring as he buried himself all the way into you and letting out a strangled cry; "Oh fuck mamas, oh you're so damn good." Your head fell against his shoulder and both his arms wrapped tightly around you as he pulled himself out of you. He rested his head on yours and let out a satisfied sigh; gently stroking your hair and back. "Mmmm, best I ever had." He mumbled against your ear. You smiled, letting out a satisfied "Mhm.." in agreement. And that was the truth.

@ffsjustletmesleep ty for doing what I couldn’t;)<3

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star-wrote · 1 year ago

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If you’ve watched blade 2 what’s your opinion on scud 👀

hot. that’s my opinion.

no okay so i haven’t seen blade 2 (waiting for it to be free somewhere) but i have seen like all of the tiktok edits on him. so here are my opinions:

-he’s a switch but definitely sub leaning.

-he’s into choking (specifically you choking him)

-might have a bit of a mommy kink… (he definitely has a mommy kink).

-i feel like he wouldn’t be into one night stands or anything. he only wants to have sex if he’s head over heels in love.

-into sex while high.

-when he’s dominant, he switches between praising and degrading (poor guy can’t keep his mind straight when he’s inside you).

-he gets so pussy whipped. like he will worship you.

-and when he’s finishing, he stutters and whimpers !!

that’s all i have, if anyone knows where i can watch blade 2 for free let me know!

hope you enjoyed anon<3

-star

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dixons-sunshine · 1 year ago

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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.

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v1rtualv4mp · 1 year ago

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Scud — NSFW Alphabet (my headcanons!!)

୨୧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Blood and very kinky themes

GENDER NEUTRAL READER !!

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

It depends, it's so hard to tire him out. You can absolutely fuck the shit out of him and he will still beg for more like he's been deprived of touch for years. But if you do manage to get him fully satisfied (after hours), then he will either lazily clean you up or just fall asleep right away while clinging to you.

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

Well obviously his favorite part of himself is his dick, simply because it brings pleasure. He often takes pride of his size and likes to believe that no cock has ever gone so far inside you other than his.

But his favorite part of yours are your face and your ass. He loves making eye contact with you during sex and observe every little reaction of yours, it feels intimate and romantic. And he is downright obsessed with your ass, doesn't matter if it's small or big. Scud loves spanking, pinching and biting the flesh; he stares at your asshole when fucking you from behind; he jerks himself off with your asscheeks and absolutely loves anal sex.

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

Let's be real, this man cums really quickly when extremely aroused, he adores to either cum inside you or on your inner thighs. Sometimes, when he's really horny, he will cum inside you then eat his own semen out of you. After creampieing you, he'll scoop some of his junk and then spread it around your asscheeks, taking pleasure in the sight of the skin glistening.

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

Doesn't have much secrets, Scud is pretty open to you about all of his kinks and preferences and encourages you to do the same. But there's only one thing that he hides— Scud would like to make porn with you (not to sell it, just to keep it). The only reason as to why he hides that, is because he doesn't know how would you react.

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

Pretty experienced, has done almost everything with multiple people. Before meeting you he would often have one-night stands with people he barely knew, so yeah, he definitely knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. Of course, doggy is nice, but it doesn't allow him to see your face. Missionary is also nice but I see him more as a sub-leaning switch, so he prefers for you to ride him. Bonus points if you choke him on the process, it makes him come immediately.

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

He's humorous only outside the bedroom, he can't risk turning you off with a joke. Plus, your body just feels so goddamn good that he can't help but stay serious with how foggy his mind gets.

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

Often shaves but wouldn't give a shit if you don't. In fact, he actually likes it when you're hairy down there, it feels mature, and I headcanon that Scud is super into older people.

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

Super romantic. This man loves you to death. When fucking you, he quickly gets so lost in the wonders of bodythat it almost makes him cry in overwhelm; his hands roam everywhere they can reach as if it were the last time he would be able to touch you; he buries his face onto your neck or chest, sucking, licking and kissing at the skin with fervor; and he never stops babbling about how beautiful and perfect you are. After he's done stuffing you full of his sticky cum over and over, he almost whines in frustration when it's time to pull out.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I'm not sure what does this mean . . .

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

What kinks doesn't he have?

BDSM - But only when he's the one getting that kind of treatment, he loves you way too much to be rough with your body. With that being said, I think he'd be super into overstimulation, especially when he's high. He really just wants you to treat him like the slut he is for you and you only.

Control - Scud is not scared to show how much he wants you to fuck the shit out of him and turn him into nothing but a mess underneath your spell. So feel free to just use him like he's nothing but a toy, jerk him off and deny his orgasm until his cock is swollen and he sheds genuine tears of frustration, make him do oral on you until his jaw is cramping, palm him through his pants in public so he's forced to not react, hell, he'll even let you peg him if you want.

These are only the main ones since there's much more.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mostly the bedroom, but Scud is pretty open-minded, so he's willing to do it anywhere. But he tends to be quite noisy during sex, so it's best to take extra precautions with this guy.

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

It's quite easy to turn him on, you can kiss him on the cheek or just lightly touch him and he'll get into the mood like magic. And also, shotgunning, that just instantly makes him hard.

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

There isn't much he wouldn't do, Scud is very very kinky to a point where it can almost gross you out, but just like everyone— there are limits. Things such as ddlg, abdl, daddy kink, age play, coprophilia and anything that's not consenting are a no for him.

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

Enjoys doing oral on you just as much as you doing oral on him. He's very skillful with cunnilingus but not very experienced with blowjobs. Of course, he's sucked dick before but Scud is more used to eating women out; either way, he likes doing both. When he eats your pussy, it's only a matter of seconds before he turns completely feral. He'll suck hard on your clit, rub his face over your cunt, and he will make sure to slurp your juices very loudly so that you're aware of how good he's eating you. Scud is very messy with blowjobs, he will keep trying to shove your entire dick down his throat but he always ends up gagging, his hands stroke the rest of the base roughly and he gets his own spit everywhere.

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

It really depends, there aren't specific situations or circumstances that determine his pace, sometimes he likes to go fast, sometimes he likes to go slow.

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

He enjoys quickies, but obviously, actual sex is much better. Due to careers, you two often can only have quickies instead of the real thing. Of course he enjoys that short little fun time spent with you, but he prefers to take his time and properly worship you the way you deserve.

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

I'm not exactly sure what does this means but I have an idea. He's up to doing it in risky places, but there's a high chance that you two will get caught with how much of a mess he turns once you touch his dick. New things in the bedroom are always welcome, and actually, most of the time he's the one coming up with them to spice up the relationship; new positions, toys, etc.

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

As I mentioned before: It takes forever to tire him out, his stamina is ungodly. Scud can go for at least 4 rounds, but he can last much longer than that.

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

Once he started dating you, he wanted to spice up you two's sexual life a little bit. So, instead of buying toys, he built them himself! He keeps a box in his room containing some of his inventions, such as a powerful vibrator that can make you come in 1 minute, or a dildo built based on his own dick (he might have used it on himself once...).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not much. He wants to tease, but he's such a simp, you can just make eye contact with him and he's already willing to kneel down before you and kiss your feet as if you were a divine being. But he enjoys being teased, though.

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

Decently loud. If you don't morph him into a moaning mess then he will be quite talkative during sex, mostly just muttering sweet words in your ear. And he will normally moan through gritted teeth or just straight up whimper against your skin. Before you, he didn't allow himself to be vocal during sex, but now he feels more free to do it so, sure, he still gets a little embarassed with making noise but with enough time and convincing he can get more loud.

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

Likes having his nipples toyed with, they're sensitive. If you're a vampire, he will fantasize about you drenching his cock in his own blood then sucking him off, swallowing both his blood and cum.

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

I have the same headcanon for almost every character played by Norman Reedus: 7 inches, more on the long side, straight with a slight curve upwards, sircunstized and kind of veiny.

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

Pretty high, he basically runs off of sex and drugs. He'll constantly beg for sex at the most random times, you can be just chilling and he will suddenly come up behind you, press his erection against your backside then quietly ask in your ear to get under the blankets with him. If you're not in the mood then that's okay, he'll just jerk off instead.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends if you managed to tire him out or not. If you did, then he will fall into a deep asleep pretty quickly and trap you in his embrace. If you didn't, then he will clean you both up then just lay beside you, silently admiring your pretty face and caressing your naked body lovingly.

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lazyneonrabbitt · 2 years ago

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Here you will find the full list of my works for Daryl Dixon and other characters portrayed by Norman Reedus. [Main masterlist]

Requests are OPEN

⬇️ Masterlist under the cut! ⬇️ [My Ao3]

★ indicates smut, 18+ content.

Series

Paintings & Picture frames [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7]

No apocalypse AU. Daryl and reader are studying at the same college and are assigned orientation project parters. [ONGOING, HIATUS]

Wings [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

Judith plays matchmaker by stealing your jacket and making it match Daryl’s

Oneshots

Records of forgotten times

Digging through old music brings back sad memories, but also happy talks of the future.

Sinful ★

Father Daryl enjoys some private moments with the not-really nun.

Ruppel

You're chilling on the couch watching your favorite show. Daryl joins you because he wants to learn about your interests.

Shielded (Fantasy AU)

Everyone openly shows and uses their powers, except for Daryl. Until you get hurt.

Bad ideas ★

During a laundry round while home alone you find some ..'used' items of Daryl's to fuck yourself with and now have to work through the concequences.

Girlfriend [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl is in a sucky relationship but doesn't see it at first. Reader helps him see and later shows him how a good partnership works.

Hunters Ink

One tattoo leads to many more when you fall head over heels with the artist.

Creep (modern AU)

Finding an apartment in this new town was easy, but now you needed a job.

Daisy chains

Daryl gets separated after the prison attack. He comes across a home for him and his kid to hole up in. Your home.

Beef

Requested : "Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?"

Rough times

Requested: Hi! Would you be willing to maybe do a one shot with Daryl x reader in a pre established relationship but the reader is pregnant with a child that doesn't belong to him and she isn't proud of? (non-con if you're comfortable with that) Some angst about the reader being worried he won't love her once he finds out 👀

The fun has just begun

Two men snatch you away for some fun. Before they even get anywhere you and Daryl have turned the tables and have some fun of your own. CW: Torture

Forest Guardian [pt.1] [pt.2]

You plan a week long vacation to a luxury cabin. Luxury is nowhere near what you find.

Not your usual undead Vamp!AU

Which undead do you choose? The ones outside, or the one in front of you?

Breakfast ★ Vamp!AU

Locked in a bathroom stall with a hungry vampire was not how you planned to spent your time hiding from a herd.

Drabbles

Period cramp relief

Photographer Daryl

Different kinds of sex w/ Daryl

You needed Daryl for something

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here?"

"Carol gave me some cookies to share!"

Rick and Daryl go out on a run

Old man Daryl

Showing Daryl how beautiful he is ★

Worshipping Daryl's worn body

Daryl read you like a book ★ Vamp!AU

🐺Were!Daryl 🦊Were!Reader

🐺Series🐺

Shared interests [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] ★

Grimes!reader. Your father shares information about the man he considers his brother in support of your interests. Those interests take a different turn than he expected..

🐺Multichapters🐺

🐺Monsters among us [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Your water breaks in the middle of nowhere but you find the prison in time for them to help you. There you meet the man of your nightmares. CW: childbirth

🐺🦊Feral for you [Pt.1] [Pt.2★]

Request. Daryl develops a crush on a soft and sweet lady, afraid to ask you out and ruin your sweetness, only to learn later on your have a feral side as well,

🐺Oneshots🐺

🐺 His girls (xOFCs)

Alexandria's new residents find a dog. And his very handsome owner.

🐺 Full moon meetings

You get stuck in the woods, surrounded by walkers and are saved by ..something.

🐺 Night shifts

During a night shift with Rick he sends you to investigate movement in the woods, knowing it would end with two of his group members coming home together.

🐺 Dog person ★

You’re Dog’s new favorite human and Daryl gets jealous. Lucky for him you’re also good with his dog-side.

🐺 Creature Feature ★

After overhearing your spilled dirty little secret of old world fantasies, Daryl suddenly feels like he does have a chance to get you into bed with him.

🐺 Unexpected

This can be read as a continuation of Dog Person. Reader is pregnant with Daryl’s pups and has to hide it from the community until they can leave for Daryl’s cabin. CW: childbirth

🐺 Roses for the ones left behind

Daryl gets taken and leaves a pregnant reader, not knowing her child and partner aren’t human. CW: childbirth

🐺 New comforts ★ alt. ending ★

No one needed to know that sex between the two of you was for human Daryl only. Alt.: Rick now knows.

🐺 Witch hunt

Thanks to an emotional slip-up you almost risk your home in Alexandria.

🐺 Arrows & Rags

You help a wounded creature who leads you back to its den, where you find the one person you thought you had lost in the walker attack.

🐺 Why didn't you tell me?

You follow Daryl into the woods on the one night he asked you to stay away.

🐺🦊 The softer the skin, the sharper the teeth

Request. WereDaryl and Glen find a she wolf (in human form) out and talk to her about coming to the prison. She and Daryl are mates

🐺 Shame

Your most private moments are shared with the intent to drive you away. And it amost worked.

🐺 Not a monster

Request. Beauty and the Beast inspired fic. Set during Alexandria times.

🐺 Domesticated

Request. Cuddling in bed, like mundane little moments in their relationship

🐺 Bath time

Daryl's distaste for showers rubbed off on his children.

🐺 Forbidden ★

Strickt parents and werewolves don't mix, so you run.

🐺🦊 Found

Daryl finds a young girl and takes her home. He adopts her and learns she's a wolf too.

🐺 Savior ★

You show a little too much interest in Negan's new prisoner so he uses you as a test subject. CW: Non-con, forced impreg

🐺 King of the cage

In the apocalypse, entertainment is hard to come by. Until you hear of underground groups fighting with anything nonhuman.. CW: Descriptive violence and murder.

🐺King and his Queen ★

[KING series pt.2] After Daryl's match he gets treated like royalty by his loving partner.

🐺 Instincts [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl finds a woman with her newborn pup, taking them into the group. Slowly their bond grows stronger.

🐺 Rules of Nature

Daryl gets hurt on a simple hunting trip and reader patches him up.

🐺 Get rid of it

You and Daryl never fought, until you did. Daryl relives old traumas while you stay at Hilltop.

🦊 The bridge home

Daryl has to introduce his exraordinary girlfriend by accident. (teeny bit of smut at the start)

🐺 Monster outside the walls

A warning about a monster outside of the Alexandrian walls takes a weird turn as new residents turn out to be trouble.

🐺 Demons are a girl's best friend ★

You hide from the rain in a church, not knowing a very interesting beast already claimed the place as his home.

🐺Drabbles🐺

🦊 Daryl was out on a hunt > Daryl liked being around her > Daryl has never been so proud

🐺 Daryl hated full moon these days.

🐺 You, Carol and Daryl go out on a run.

🐺 "Man, 's colder than a witch's tit."

🐺 You and Daryl had a great life.

🐺 Daryl came home early today.

🐺 Daryl saves you

🐺 You were all sitting around the bonfire

🐺 Daryl came home from a run. (xOFCs)

🐺 Cramps

The adventures of Daryl the werewolf and his witch girlfriend.

Inked Sigils. ★

Fate brought you together. Spells finally brought you family

Bored ★

You tagged along with your boyfriend who ‘just needed a minute’, but you were so bored..

Momma's boy ★

You find your boyfriend all alone and desperate in your apartment, so you help him out. Again.

Help wanted ★

Request "Fuck me if I’m wrong but scud just being pounced on by a desperate werewolf girl in heat would kinda be hot"

Warm & fuzzy

You just love him. It doesn’t matter what the others think

Much fun indeed ★

A summary of what being with the biker has thought you over time.

A biker's true loves ★

Request: can you do a story with funny sonny before his teeth got all messed up, younger and with female reader. super smutty. then maybe time jump and they are still together even after his looks have changed?

Coming soon??

Double Stuffed ★ Daryl/Scud/reader

It's your birthday so you get to have twice the fun!

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dixonsdarkelf · 7 months ago

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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.

NSFW alphabet template by @the-coldest-goodbye

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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h0tb0x1nnac0ff1n · 11 months ago

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𝑆𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑠 𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 1 𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑡 ♡

Pairing: Switch Scud X Fem! Vamp Stalker reader

Warnings: Blood, vampirism, dirty thoughts, stalking, drug use, poorly written smut, fluff, angst, unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, shitty writing, overall just a kinky ass girl who loves this man.

Summary: Vamp reader first sees Scud at the grocery store and find him absolutely gorgeous! Decides to stalk him and saves him from an attack, not knowing that saving this man, would cause everything else to happen.

A/N: About a month ago ago I watched Blade 2 and was absolutely dumbstruck at how beautiful Scud is, so here’s a story about how gorgeous he is and what I would do to him if I lived in that universe:

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I yawn in the aisle of the grocery store looking at the frozen pizzas for my roommate. Sometimes I eat her food but after I turned, nothing taste the same as it once was.

While opening the fridge to grab the box of frozen pepperoni pizza, I get the smell of a very familiar substance . I sniff the air seeing if I can find where it was coming from. I turn around to see a man, maybe in his 30’s. Brown hair that shags just below his eyes, an earthy orange pair of bohemian pants, gray T-shirt with a green winter coat with fur around the hood of the coat. The more I looked at him the more attracted I was to him, he was beautiful. His jawline and his cheekbones all sculpted beautifully. The short stubble of his facial hair, his choker and his necklaces lay beautifully on top of another.

But suddenly he looked at me, looks me up and down and back up to my breast for a second, then meets my eyes. The man and I just look at one another for a few seconds before he gives a small smile and chuckle, looks me back up and down then walks away to another aisle.

Frozen in admiration, this man. The more I thought about him the more aroused I became, I needed to find this man and ask him for his number! But he wasn’t in any aisle’s near me.

I went to the fruit section, not there, dairy section? Not there, cereal, bread, deli, vegetable sections everywhere. He was gone. I had decided to check out my groceries and walk to my car in defeat. I got in my car and started the engine, backed up from my parking spot and got in the road. Just as soon as I saw him he disappeared. It was weird.

The next day

It was sunset, maybe 8:30 pm and I had gone to the cafe to get myself a coffee and sit down at the table. ‘ting’ the bell above the door rang. I heard a man speak in a sort of sassy childish voice. I look up to see it was the man I had saw at the grocery store the night before. I gasped at the sight of him. He was wearing the same clothes as last night. Maybe he didn’t have a lot of money. And once again he turned around and saw me. He looked nervous , maybe he recognized me. I give him a tiny smile that crept to one corner of my lips, and looked back down to my coffee.

The chair in front of me pulls out, and the man sits in front of me. The smell of weed fills my nostrils, no doubt this guy was a stoner. But still, he looked into my eyes instead of my chest this time. “Hm, you’re the girl from yesterday right?” He asked pointing at me then leaning back. “Yeah I saw you at the grocery store” I responded with a tiny small on my face. I knew he recognized me. “What did you order?” I ask purely out of curiosity “Hm, just my normal, a dozen glazed donuts, the donuts here are fucking fantastic” he says throwing his hand to the side “Are they? I haven’t had one yet, I just like their coffee” I say acting slightly shy. “Oh that’s a shame, my apartment is near by if you wanted to try them, we’ll take them to my place” the unknown man states, I was surprised by the request. Was he a man whore? Did he expect me to go with him the first time we meet? “Oh well, I don’t even know your name” i said in a slightly rude tone. “Ah I’m sorry man, my names Josh but you can call me Scud, all my friends do.” He says rubbing his bottom lip then crossing his arms, slouching once more in his seat. “Okay. Scud. I just don’t know you enough. Maybe I could get your number and we can keep in touch?” I suggested, putting my hands on my lap. “My number? Sure yea I can get you that” he takes out a wrap. A joint wrap, then a pen from a different pocket writing down his number, then handing to me. I decide to write my number down for him too. “Oh lady, I never got your name either” he asks walking out of the cafe “Oh I’m y/n.” “Well it was nice talking to you y/n, maybe I’ll see you some other time” and with that, he walks out of the cafe.

10 minutes later

Oh my goodness I’m an idiot. Why would I do this? I keep saying to myself as I fallow Scud down the street, making sure to keep my distance so I don’t get detected. Maybe it was because I haven’t fed in a long time. It has been maybe two days since I last fed. Shivers ran down my spine. The idea of drinking from Scud was exciting. I can just imagine what he would taste like, his warm crimson liquid filling my mouth, warming my body with ever gulp I take. Maybe sweet, maybe bitter, maybe he would have a really strong iron taste. Who knows! But it got me all riled up, I felt myself becoming more and more aroused at the idea of drinking from Scud. The thought made me quicken my pace, walking faster and getting closer to Scud. Suddenly, Scud takes a right into an ally way, the perfect opportunity to drink his blood. I take the turn and.. SHIT! Someone else had gotten to him. Three other vampires, all surrounding him, looking at him hungrily. He looked nervous, like he was remembering something that had traumatized him in the past.

“Oh come on little boy, don’t put up a fight, we don’t want your Daywalker friend showing up.” The tall, heavy set vampire said. Wait, this man. Scud, works for the Daywalker?!? The vampire that hunts and kills other vampire’s?!? No I need to get out of here. If I save him he’ll tell the Daywalker about me! “Hey listen guys I don’t want B involved with this okay? I mean, you do know if I do die he’ll still find you right? And besides I’m on your side man” Scud said laughing a bit, how was this something funny? “I don’t care if he finds us, because if he went looking for me. I’d kill him.” The same vampire said walking closer to Scud. All the other vampire’s started closing in on Scud. “Aw man guys. We can work this out okay? What do you guys want I can get it!” Scud was talking a million miles a second. He was terrified, putting his hands up to his shoulders, showing he was defenseless. And in that moment, I remembered that I wanted to feed from him first. He belonged to me, no other vampire is aloud to feed off of him! “Hey! Get away from him!” I yell, my voice sounding deeper than usual. “Aww look little y/n is here hahahaha” a blonde vampire says laughing, and soon the other two vampires were laughing. “He’s mine, I wanted to feed of him first he’s my claim!” I say walking closer to the circle of monsters. “Is that so?” The heavy vampire says laughing. “I don’t see a claim on him? He doesn’t smell like you so he isn’t a familiar, you have no claim on him y/n, go home to your other little human pet” he says, shooing me away. Which only made me more pissed off. I ran to the heavy vampire, biting onto his throat making a loud ‘crunch’ sound, earning myself a bloodcurdling, guttural scream from the man. He grabbed my arms and scratched me, drawing blood and making it drip down my arms. I tore my hand into his chest, and crushed his heart, making him turn to ash. The other two vampires watched what happened, and a skinny female vampire ran after me grabbing me by my throat and choking me. I latched ny hands onto her chest, and clawed my finger nails through her skin, causing her to scream and to cough up blood, it splattering on my face. I held the vampires chest open, blood pouring all over me, I then bit a huge chunk of her heart out, killing her instantly. The other skinny male vampire saw what I had done. Seeing me covered in his friend’s blood, with only minor cuts and scratches on me, he decided to flee. He ran away to the darkness of the night.

I turn to look at the man I saved, he looked at me scared. “Are you okay Scud?” I ask in an innocent voice. “Yea, I’m okay” Scud says just looking at me, covered in blood, my face is painted with it, my clothes are uncomfortable and sticky from the blood that poured all over me. “Hey uh, do you have an apartment near by?” I ask in a jokingly voice, trying to lighted up the mood. “Uhm yea it close by” he says standing up, he then takes out a big ass joint, and lights it up. Taking large puffs from it. He doesn’t even cough, which means he probably does it a lot. “Hey scud man, can I get a hit of that? I had a bad night so far” I ask rubbing between my eyes sighing. “Yea of course girl, anything for you, you did just save my ass.” He says passing the joint to me. I grab it with two fingers, and take a large puff from it and inhaling. I instantly started coughing horribly, I couldn’t even breathe with how much I was coughing. “Hey take it easy girl, it not going anywhere. Take a breath.” He says with the joint between his teeth, patting my back. “My place is down this street if you wanna wash up there, you can wear my clothes I don’t mind” Scud says while walking backwards in his pointed direction. And I follow him to his ‘apartment’ which is really just a small room in an abandoned warehouse. Apparently this is where the Daywalker stays. The place was huge, surrounded with metal creations and vehicles. Plenty of different types of batteries and computer systems. One wall is just full window, covered by the blinds.

He takes me upstairs to his room, which had his bed, closet, bathroom, a corner with a beanbag, and another corner with a desk and a computer, in it drawers of his inventions and creations he said he made for ‘B’ which is Daywalkers nickname, since apparently he calls himself Blade. “Here’s a towel, a shirt, and some sweatpants, I got some shampoo and body wash in there.” Scud says while handing me the towel and clothes. “If you need anything I’ll be at my desk.” He says pointing to his computer. “Okay, thank you Scud. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Walking into his bathroom it wasn’t anything special, just surprisingly clean. It was in the colors of red, gray, and white. The shower curtain was white, but the walls were a darkish gray, similar to his bedroom walls, making his bathroom look a little darker, since out of the 3 bulbs in the light 2 were working. The light of the bulbs were yellowish light, adding a warm feeling. Hand towels, bottle of hand soap, and other accessories were many shades of reds including the crimsons and almost pink colors. But what struck me most. A painting of a Mary Jane leaf, and his collections of hemp body washes and shampoos under his sink. I picked a more floral scent, trying to get the smell of blood off me. The fact he allowed me in is mind boggling to me. I started the shower and turned hot, steaming hot. I then undressed and stepped into the shower. The euphoric feeling of the hot water washing over me, covering my body. As vampires, we don’t have high body temperatures meaning we can’t stand hot temperatures, but I was once human. The feeling of the hot water washing my skin was a nostalgic feeling. I scrubbed at my scalp like as if I was a dog infested with fleas, not realizing how much blood was in my hair. Seeing it go down the drain made the situation more real. I did kill those vampires because I’m greedy, hungry, and protective of what’s ‘mine’. I washed my body using my hands, rinsed then turned off the water. I rang out my hair then reached for my towel, and noticed my bloody clothes were gone. Assuming scud must have taken them. I dried off my body and put my sweatpants on then the T-shirt Scud had given me. Wrapping my hair in the towel I walk out.

‘Jeez, I could sleep right now.” I say and sit down on his bed. Scud was sitting at his desk, watching Power Puff Girls eating a bowl of lucky charms. “Where do I put this?” I ask pointing to the towel wrapped around my head.” Scud twirls his chair around to look at me. “You can just hang it up on that hook on my closet door.” Getting up to do so, I noticed my clothes in a grocery bag on top of his hamper bag, now knowing my assumption was right. I wonder if the shower curtain is see through?

I then throw myself onto his bed and crawl into a ball, shutting my eyes. I was going to doze off until scud decided to say something.

“Sooo, are we gonna talk about what happened or are we just gonna ignore it.” I turn around to look at him, seeing that his chair is facing me. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“About how you tried to attack me. That you only fought those suckheads because you wanted my blood first.” Scud mentions pointing his hands at me. Sitting up from my balled up position “Hey listen man I don’t know anything about you, I’m a vampire and you’re a human that was willing to take me over, I haven’t drank in two days. I think you’re a cool guy Scud, I’m just hungry as fuck. I wasn’t gonna kill you or anything.” “No but you killed for me.” It was quiet for a second after he said that. Sitting on my knees my hands were on my lap “I just.” I say, tears staring to fill my eyes. “I’m just really hungry right now.” I said sniffing. “I don’t wanna hurt you I just wanna eat.” Wiping my tears from my eyes.

Scud sighs, “You’re really that desperate huh?” He said rubbing below his bottom lip. Me now sobbing in my hands, feeling guilty at my own desperation. “How about this.” He says walking off for a second. “I let you feed off of me, and you stay here for the night?”

Looking up to him eyes sore and nose raw, I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. My features were now soft, but my eyes still cried. “Are, are you sure about this? You could lose a lot of blood and Scud, how would the daywalker react? He’d kill me right?” I say, trying to reason with him. “You don’t gotta worry about B, I’ll just say you’re a friend.” He says, sitting next to me, criss crossing his legs. “Are you sure? Its dangerous Scud, what if I loose control !?” Scud leaned closer to me, just a few inches from my face. “What you did back there in the alley, I’d be okay if you did.” Looking into his eyes, he was serious, I felt my face get flushed and I soon became too hot for my clothing. Releasing his gaze he turns to his hand, grabbing the knife and places the sharp blade to the skin of his palm, he rose his eyes and looked at me for a moment, I held my breath as he looked back down at his palm and presses the blade into his skin, he silently winced at the pain. Blood began to drip out, he rose his hand to my lip. “Go ahead, drink it’s okay.” He said in a reassuring voice. Gently placing my lips onto his palm, I began to drink closing my eyes. The warm liquid filled my mouth, relief began to wash over me. Feeling the warmth of his blood beginning to warm my belly.

Sucking at his palm, accidentally, a small moan left my throat, trying to keep myself from sinking my teeth into his skin, feeling I may lose myself. I open my eyes to see scud covering his face with his other hand, I could see he was blushing. I let go of his palm, and licked the wound to help it heal quicker. Watching as Scuds chest began to rise and fall slowly. “Scud..” gazing onto his face, confidence filling my heart, scud releases his hand from his face to see me. Moving my face closer to his, he looked into my eyes softly, placing a soft kiss onto his lips which were softer than I imagine. He began to kiss me back hungrily, with his free hand he grabbed my shoulder. Nocking me down onto my back. Scud hovered above me with my legs around his hips. My hands trailed to his hair and my fingers intertwined with his hair. Moaning into each others mouths, his tongue asks for permission, I allowed in. As he was exploring my mouth, his hands run up and down my hips and thighs, tracing every shape and line my body made. He began to tug at the end of my shirt, stopping our make out session for a second to help him take it off, and having him take his off too. Scars littered his chest, I could tell he wasn’t insecure of them but they definitely were caused by something like myself.

Moaning and rolling onto each other I take of the sweatpants I was wearing, knowing I had nothing underneath it. Kicking them off scud sat back and admired my body, every mark, scar, and line. He then began to start licking at my neck, generously planting kisses all along my neck and chest earning moans from me. He started to kiss down to my breast, placing his hand on one and his mouth on the other. Playing with my nipple in his mouth and massaging the other. Scud knew he wouldn’t be able to last, already feeling his pants had begun to get tight. He runs his mouth down to my core, kissing around it, feeling with his tongue and fingers how wet I’d already become. As he began eating me out at a rhythmic pace, my hands were planted to his scalp, gripping his hair. My head laid back, my mouth open as I was moaning his name. With scud using his tongue to flick my clit in his mouth I don’t know how much longer I could hold back, starting to feel my orgasm form. As he continued to play with me in his mouth I release one hand from his scalp and start massaging one of my breast, feeling my orgasm start to close in, Scud took notice of this and began to quicken his pace a bit. Feeling my climax coming closer I began to grind myself onto him. The added pressure to my clit made my orgasm come faster, as I rode to my climax angelic moans started to leave my mouth, as I felt my climax hit my head lashed back, moaning loudly, riding out the last of my climax, scud releases himself and wipes his mouth from my juices. “Hey girl, I’m not done yet” he says as he begins to untie his pants.

As he pulls down his sweatpants I get nervous at the tent he had made, it was a whole lot bigger than I had expected. Scud catches onto my nervousness. “Hey listen, it’ll be alright just tell me to stop if you need me to alright?” I nod in reply and Scud levels his hips to mine. “Alright, you ready?” He asks as he holds himself, “Mhm, jeez Scud just do it already!” Scud then pushes himself into me, feeling my walls form to his shape, I yelp in pleasure. Both of us now panting and moaning, scud allowing myself to adjust to him. When I started moving he decided to move his hips slowly at first. Instantly I began to run out of breath, gripping onto his shoulders. Scud was a moaning mess, grunts and moans leaving his mouth constantly. He began to speed up, hitting my spot, causing me to scream in pleasure. Sweat accumulating onto our skin, scuds warmth making me hotter than I ever was before. “Ah fuck y/n” he says grunting “I’m not gonna hold on for long” he says as he continues to pound himself into me, feeling my climax had begun to form again, I start moving my hips with his, his belly grinding against my clit causing more friction, earning another group of moans from me. Feeling Scud beginning to twitch inside, he was close. “You can finish inside, I can’t get pregnant” I say to him out of breath. He quickly picked up his pace going faster now, he throws his head back as he continues to thrust knowing he isn’t going to last much longer. As he continues to pound into me I feel my climax is just a few more thrusts away.

Scud feels my release, with the sudden wetness he finishes inside. As he finished, a long loud moan is released from him. He continues to thrust his seed deeper into me as he rolls out his orgasm.

He then lays down next to me, holding me tight. “You alright?” He asks brushing hair and sweat from my face. “Yes of course, I haven’t had that much fun in a very long time” I say gasping for air smiling. “Well I’m glad you did” wrapping his hands around me, I lay my head onto his chest. My body once so cold, is now warm and comfortable in the arms of a man who trust me with his life. I shut my eyes and doze off to sleep, happy the both of us are satisfied.

Thank you all so much for reading ♡

Tags: @vaniniweenie

#the walking dead #norman fucking reedus #norman reedus #joshua fromeyer #scud blade 2 #scud fanfiction #scud frohmeyer #scud x reader #blade 2 #smut

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angelwings-crossbowstrings · 1 year ago

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Scud smut 3/4 done. Will definitely be posted tonight. :)

#murda writes #scud #scud blade 2 #scud frohmeyer #joshua fromeyer #scud x reader #scud smut

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moonbaby6 · 7 months ago

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Word count: 1994 words

Warnings: sub!Scud? Swearing, Sex, Unprotected Sex(don't be silly guys), Smoking, Mention of scars. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

@ffsjustletmesleep for doing what I could not;)<3

#norman reedus #scud frohmeyer #scud blade 2 #scud x reader #fanfic #scud #joshua fromeyer #blade 2 #joshua blade 2 #scud fan fiction #scud fromeyer smut #scud smut #josh frohmeyer #norman reedus fanfiction #scud frohmeyer smut

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mayday2007 · 1 year ago

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✧✧✧~°•°~°•°~°•◎◎◎•°~°•°~°•°~✧✧✧

Requests are open, so ask away people!

Smut-❤️‍🔥 ✧~◎

Angst-💙 ✧~◎

Fluff-💗 ✧~◎

Twd:

Daryl Dixon ~†~

Rick grimes ~†~

Shane walsh ~†~

Blade II:

Joshua 'scud' Fromeyer ~†~

The boondock saints:

Murphy MacManus ~†~

I write for the following:

Twd: Daryl, Rick, Shane

Blade II: Joshua 'scud' Frohmeyer

The boondock saints: Murphy MacManus

Pretty much any character Norman reedus plays(but not normie himself,he is a real person with children and I will set myself on fire if he ever finds this blog😭)

That's about it for my tiny master list 😄

THE WRITING TROPES THAT I DO NOT FEEL COMFORTABLE WRITING/REFUSE TO WRITE INCLUDE BUT ARE NOT LIMITED TO THE FOLLOWING:

★Non-con

★Incest

★Dub-con

★Stepcest

★Huge age gaps(where the reader is like 18 and any of the characters are like 40 or above)

★Hardcore degradation to the extent it's abusive

★Piss kinks

★Abdl

★Foot fetishes

★Ddlg

★(i also don't write for x male! reader)

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@holdmytesseract @liliesdiary @mx-pastelwriting @vaniniweenie @dixons-sunshine @janiehellion @marvelcassey05 @ophelialaufey

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#twd #twd daryl #daryl just give me a reason dixon #daryl dixon smut #rick grimes #rick grimes twd #shane walsh #twd shane #rick grimes smut #shane walsh smut #scud blade 2 #scud smut #murphy x fem reader #murphy x reader #murphy macmanus #murphy macmanus x reader #Murphy MacManus x fem reader

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rattlerinthewheel · 4 years ago

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Beast of Our Behaviors: Scud/OMC

Scud and a friend hang out like old times.

For a prompt request by @pandoratriestowritestuff: 9) "I don't care how good it feels, you'd better not cum until I tell you to" and 13) "Touch yourself for me", taken from @palettes-and-prompts’ 100 Smut Dialogue Prompts.

Fic title is a song from The Crystal Method.

Chapter title is lyrics from TCM and Bubba Sparxxx’s PHDream, which is what Scud has playing when he meets Whistler.

- - -

"Old man, fuckin’ prick. Ain’t even around yet and he’s pissing me off. 'He’d do this, he’d do that.' Bullshit."

Something about one of his bosses not being around, and they’re looking for him, Marley thinks. He isn’t sure, he’s been zoning in and out, letting Josh vent.

Marley lets his head go ragdoll-limp and flop on the lump of beanbag his weight’s rearranged. Just getting a hazy picture of dark shapes, so he blinks, and then he can make out a pair of pacing red denim legs. They’re baggy and hide the feet, except for the toes of the white socks. The only bright thing in the studio, with the lights off, except the crummy TV playing some DVD the guy on the street said was popular overseas (didn’t tell him it wasn’t in English, the asswipe, so it’s reduced to background noise rather than entertainment).

The pacing halts, blocking half of the yellow-haired chatterbox, and a sigh freshens the earthy reek that was just beginning to fade. He pulls it in, a deep inhale, like he isn’t high enough already. Not like second-hand does much for him.

Any kind of it. Emotions included, which is why he ignores the grumbling and reaches out, fingers wavering because his world’s inverted, to snag the hem of the pants. "Jus’ tell him to fuck off, then."

The denim kicks free. Marley goes for it again, getting a better grip, ignoring the, "Quit bein’ an ass," as the denim kicks again but can’t get loose.

"Point’a you coming over if you’re just gonna bitch?" Marley asks. Something in his neck aches as he lifts his head to look up at the face that owns the denim he’s latched on to. "Thought we were gonna do shit."

"We always do shit," chapped lips huff.

Marley licks his own. Inspired, forgetting about the denim, he fumbles off his bean bag and drops to his haunches in front of his mini fridge. Bristling with anything a stoner could want (well, the shit that doesn’t need to be cold is piled on top) but all he goes for is a soda. He thinks he read something once about it dehydrating more than doing him any good, but he’s pretty sure that’s bullshit. It’s cold going down and wets his lips, how couldn’t a drink hydrate?

Government bullshit.

But when Marley turns around, his seat’s been stolen. He doesn’t mind the view it gets him: Josh, splayed out across the chair, an angry starfish. His joint’s in one hand, sagging in a half-assed pinch between his middle and ring finger, and Marley would worry about the carpet catching if he wasn’t drawn to the point where those sprawled legs lead.

Haven’t done shit yet, might as well, so he takes one big swig of his soda, jams it up on top of the fridge between two bags of chips, and pounces—if crawling over on his hands and knees and pawing at the practically-offered bulge could be considered a pounce. A stoner’s pounce, he decides: lazy and slow.

"Mm, thought you’d never," Josh hums, and Marley scoffs and elbows his thigh.

"Been tryin’," Marley grumbles as he pries away the zipper, then the boxers beneath, to get at the stiffy that’s just beginning to take. It’s easy to pull it out, get the foreskin down, and he gets in three slow pumps on his own before Josh starts to arch into his hand. "So now you wanna."

"Man," Josh pants, somehow going boneless and tense at the same time: his limbs melt while his body goes rigid. It gives Marley something to work against, and the sigh a slower pump earns puffs the hit Josh takes up into the stuffy apartment air.

"Gimme," Marley tells him, thrusts stumbling as he reaches for the joint with his free hand.

The end’s bitten and wet but he gets his lungs filled with earthy smoke anyway, and he forces them to hold it longer than he usually would’ve. When Marley does let it go he’s dizzy, and he wavers on his knees and has to grab one of Josh’s thighs.

The joint sticks out between his fingers, wagging with him, and Josh hisses as it bobs dangerously close to his cock. "Watch it."

Marley giggles as Josh reaches for the joint for another hit. It’s a brief fight, because Marley knows Josh was hogging it way too damn much and Josh doesn’t want to interrupt the hand job. In the end he’s got the joint back in his mouth, and he’s not a starfish anymore, propped up on his elbows so he can watch. Marley doesn’t mind an audience, so he gives Josh a show.

"Fuck," comes on the heels of his thumb swirling around the head, then his palm taking its place so his fingers can drape down and stroke up. That doesn’t get as much of a reaction, so Marley goes back to his first grip. The firm, sluggish stroke down to the base mashes his hand into the blonde curls springing around it.

Josh bucks his hips again, and Marley freezes, near the tip this time. "Behave," he teases.

Blue eyes lock onto brown and Josh growls, "Y’want me to do you after? Keep goin’."

Marley giggles again, a true high giggle, as Josh tugs him forward so he’s close enough to kiss. It’s awkward, the joint getting shoved to the corner of Josh’s mouth, singing their cheeks. But it’s good, because that means Marley gets a mouthful of earthy smoke on top of the sugar of the donuts they scarfed down earlier.

Josh’s cock twitches in his grip when he leans forward enough that his own stiffy, clothed, bumps it. "Uh uh, you ain’t finishing unless I say."

And Josh snorts at that, and Marley can’t keep his composure. He outright laughs and topples onto the stoner under him, kissing him harder, forgetting about the hand job. Josh doesn’t, grinding under him, which reminds Marley that yeah, right, he’s got one too. Funny how weed can make him forget that. It aches, like he’s going to explode right there, now that he remembers.

"Touch yourself," Josh pants as Marley’s rucking up his band shirt. It’s awkward, with how he’s straddling Josh, his legs kind of holding him and kind of not. Too much distance, the bean bag and body puts between the floor and his hips.

Marley’s too busy running his fingers over the scars webbing the exposed belly to pay attention; a pinch to his hip makes him jump, and he’s scrambling for his own fly as Josh watches, smoke fogging his face, but Marley can still see the tongue poking out in the corner that means he’s concentrating.

"Cute," Josh teases as Marley gets his jeans down as much as he can while keeping his position—because right, his zipper’s busted, damn—but pauses to scowl. "What? They are."

Marley scoffs and parts his boxers briefs—ignoring the red, yellow, and green zig zags; so what if they’re stoner colors, they were a gag gift someone got him, they fit, so why not use ‘em?—and groans when he plants one hand on Josh’s shoulder to brace himself and starts to stroke. Easy to ignore, when he wasn’t getting too much stimulation; but now, shit, he’s shaking and greedy and gladly lets Josh paw at him to help.

They get in their scuffles, know how to fight, but it’s not too often they resort to it; not now, either, but the rough pets make Marley shudder, the lack of lube, the tugs that rut his balls against Josh’s pinned shaft under him. They’re both getting off, this way.

"Not till I say so," he hums when he feels it—pre-cum, not his, making a damp spot on the thigh of his boxer briefs.

Josh hisses, holding out. Marley gasps as Josh’s other hand clamps onto the back of his neck, holding him down so Josh can buck his hips up. Josh’s cock slides along his thigh, up onto his hip, and Marley angles them down to trap the rut.

The carpet’s concrete compared to the bean bag as Josh flips them. "What was that about not being a fighter, Fromeyer?"

A scoff pants into his neck as Josh tucks in to nip. "Scud, like stud, dammit. Dunno why you don’t just call me that."

"Because it’s stupid," Marley grunts as Josh picks up the pace.

They’re grinding like horny teens, kissing and pawing, but fuck it—Josh’s got work now, and it’s been a while. Probably will be, again, before they can do this again. Hopefully his hardass bosses don’t drug test.

Josh’s leaving a bigger damp spot on his thigh as he trembles and finishes. Marley’s on his heels, getting that band shirt dirty, he’ll get bitched at for that. But for now, he’s content to just let the other stoner lie on top of him. They’re trapping the mess, getting it over more of them, but fuck it. They’re high, and Marley sighs, and grabs for the joint that’s been left smoldering on the carpet. Landlord’s an asshole, anyway. Can deal with it when his lease is up.

Marley snatches his fingers back as a boot grinds the joint to nothing. He yelps, and Josh fumbles and swears. The unfazed face above them tracks Josh as he gets to his knees, no real shame as he tucks himself away, then to his feet, gesturing at their intruder but not kicking his ass. Knows him, apparently.

"B? The fuck, man?" Josh hisses. Yeah, he knows him.

Marley isn’t as brave, and his high tanks as he blushes and tries to make it look like he doesn’t have white striping his thigh, smearing his hip. He stuffs himself away, at least, in time for the black dude to finally look at him.

"Uh, hi." And because Marley vaguely remembers manners, he points to his fridge: "Pretzels?"

Which feels wrong to ask this guy, somehow. Doesn’t fit with the vibe the room’s got now. He’s still a little high.

B ignores him, and Marley can’t help but frown when he sees Josh is packing up his shit, zipping his bag and jamming his boots on. He’d hoped they’d have a little more time. Not be interrupted, at least.

"You said you were grabbing provisions," B tells Josh flatly.

It doesn’t sit right with Marley. He doesn’t talk... normally. Too formal. But Josh is used to it, doesn’t say anything except, "Yeah, had a detour. Relax, man."

"Oh, I’m a detour," Marley scoffs, poking at the remains of the joint as B steps off to look out the kitchen window. Well, the everything window, since it’s a studio. Joint’s done for, and Marley sighs. His fun’s over, anyway.

"We’re already late."

"Yeah, yeah, I—Jesus." Josh is in front of Marley, then, as he finally clambers to his feet. That catches him off guard. So does the nudge Josh gives him. "Should be back in a few months."

"Months? Shit, what kinda job is this, dude?"

"Classified," comes from the door.

Josh rolls his eyes. "Tell Davey to have more of that good shit grown, yeah?"

"Only if you bring better snacks," Marley negotiates. Chips had been salt and vinegar. Gross, even if he’s too high to care much about flavor.

"Deal."

The quick peck Josh sneaks when he headbutts him surprises Marley, and then Josh is gone, scruffy and flushed and clomping down the stairwell outside the door with his bag. Too soon, too fast, Marley thinks. Would’ve been nice if they could figure out what the DVD was about.

Not as fast as B, lunging back into the room when he looks like he’s going to leave—no, checking to make sure Josh’s gone—and hurling Marley back against his bookshelf. It doesn’t hold a lot of books, more just junk, and an empty turtle shell clatters to the floor.

"Name?" B asks, and his coat twitches, and—holy fucking shit, that’s a big knife, and Marley tells him so. "It’s a sword. Name," B says with the weird patience of someone who doesn’t have time but knows he’s dealing with someone who’s high, and forcing him to hurry won’t do any good.

"Marley." The knife, the sword, taps his shoulder. "Jacobs. Wait, what—"

The hand pinning him goes for his face, his mouth, and Marley winces as his lip’s stretched down. B lets it curl back up just as fast, leaving behind the taste of fake leather, then he’s tilting Marley’s head to the side. Marley wants to tell him to maybe take the shades off first, but then he remembers this guy has a sword. He’s learned a thing or two from buying weed and a little bit of harder stuff. Don’t piss off the guy with the sword isn’t a rule verbatim, but it’s a cousin to don’t get into shit with Stevie, who’s known to carry.

"How do you know Scud?"

Josh, Marley thinks. "Uh, friends. High school, kind of." At B’s head cock, he hurries, "Well, Josh dropped out. We still hung out after."

"Why don’t you call him Scud?"

Jesus, who is this guy? "Not his name," Marley shrugs. "I’unno, I... like it better."

"And you hang out."

Marley says, "Yeah," even though he doesn’t think he’s being asked.

B’s tone suggests he knows what hanging out implies. Marley nods, and B steps off him. For a beat, there’s nothing but the background noise of the TV, what’s a funny pastime for them flat-out embarrassing now. Doesn’t matter that it’s not in English, the yellow-haired boy’s voice is grating, annoying to both the other characters and the audience. Chanting something about a hokage, whatever that is. Soup looks good, though.

The stack of junk over the fridge crinkles as B takes something—a bag of pretzels.

"Hey, what..." Marley trails off, expecting to be ignored as B heads for the door, this time for real, Marley thinks. But he pauses. Waits. "Is Josh okay? He got this job after he got jumped at some festival, I dunno if you knew. But he’s... what kind of job is this?"

Because it clicks. B: this is Josh’s boss. Josh sure bitched about him often enough. Not to mention: provisions, running late, classified.

"Like I said," is all B gives, which, yeah.

But Marley tries anyway. Steps forward, kicks his turtle shell by accident. It skitters further than it ought to, bumps the heel of a clunky boot. "Look, just..." I don’t know what the fuck happened, but is he suicidal? Is this some bullshit he took up to off himself? Is he in too deep with something? Mob? Cartel? "... is he gonna be alright? Is he gonna come back?"

The boots turn. A gloved hand picks up the shell, and then B’s pushing it into Marley’s hands. It’s not gentle, but he think it tries to be. "He’s useful."

That sounds... less than great, but Marley takes it. How many teachers bitched at Josh for goofing off, skipping classes, not being anything but a waste of space?

"Yeah," Marley says, "okay."

- - -

In the morning he wakes up hungover, the TV screen on a purple input screen, the DVD player fried because his soda must’ve fallen off the fridge and spilled. Marley wants to just turn over and go back to sleep on his futon, but blue and red are thrown up on the walls, cops—and Marley’s wide awake and checking that his stashes are hidden like any good stoner.

There’s a body bag being rolled out of the lobby, he sees, with his face pressed up to his window. When he pokes his head out to see if his neighbors know anything, one tells him it was the landlord being carted off. Shot point-blank, and Marley cringes at that. Sure, he was a strict asshole (only available at night, no food in the lobby, no black lights in the apartments) but that’s just... rough.

Well. Hopefully Josh doesn’t have to deal with that kind of violence, wherever his job takes him. Marley entertains the idea that maybe he’s with the CIA. Nah, not Josh, who treated Rage Against the Machine like commandments when they were in high school, who rolled his eyes at army recruiters, who laughed as they got their asses chased by truancy officers.

He’d just as likely be running around with monsters, Marley snorts, and rips off a chunk of stale donut and goes back to bed.

#blade 2 #scud #scud x oc #prompt request #season of kink #felt weird having OCs and different readers in the same thing #just organizing #ignore me

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