#joshua frohmeyer

[dixonsdarkelf]

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

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.

Main masterlist Scud x Reader Masterlist AO3 link

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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[dixons-sunshine]

Scud Frohmeyer loves having his hair played with.

If you want him to unwind and relax quickly, playing with his hair and scratching his scalp would be the quickest way to do that. Give him head scratches, and he would love you forever.

Those moments, where he’s cuddled up to your chest, with one of your arms around him and your other hand disappearing into his long hair, your nails gently scraping against the skin of his head, are some of his absolute favourite moments. He’ll be laying nearly on top of you, your fingers gently threading through his hair, and he’s more content than he’s ever been. He may or may not purr like a cat in those sweet moments.

When he’s kissing you, the quickest way to get him to melt in your embrace is to let your hands disappear in his hair. Do that, and he’s absolute putty in your hands, willing to do anything you ask of him.

When the two of you shower together, he absolutely adores when you wash his hair. He’d be leaning his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes closed as he basks in the tenderness of the moment, the bliss that comes with the gesture. Hell, he might even ask you to wash and condition his hair twice, just to keep that feeling going a little longer.

Scud Frohmeyer loves having his hair played with.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

I Light the Match to Taste the Heat

Pairing: Scud x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Recreational drug use; poorly written smut

Summary: There’s really no plot. Just smut.

A/N: My writing has gone downhill but here is some Scud smut.

You took another toke, holding the joint between your thumb and forefinger while watching with an amused interest. Your bare legs bracketed your boyfriend’s hips, his baggy jeans sitting low and revealing the waistband of his boxers beneath. Scud’s shirt was off, his scars on display but you paid no mind to those—never really had—because the entertainment was further north where he stared intently at the length of soft shibari rope he had knotted into a ghastly mess before it had even touched your skin.

You nearly choked on your exhale.

Baby blues flitted over to where you lay naked below him and then back to the rope, the latter tossed over his shoulder with a shrug. “File that in the later folder.” He dropped forward, catching himself on his hands—arms extended—on either side of your head.

Turning your hand, you placed the joint between his lips and held it there as the paper lit up with his deep inhale. “Can turn a slinky into a bomb but can’t seem to properly tie up his girlfriend.” You clicked your tongue and shook your head, the smoke billowing from his nose and mouth to form a cloud between your faces. “You may have lost your man card.”

“Is that right?” He smirked, plucking the joint from your grasp to hit it again and put it in the ashtray.

“Hey, I wasn’t finished—!” You protested, the last word shaping into a low moan when Scud ground his pelvis against your core, his erection prominent.

“I’ll make sure you're finished, baby.” He cooed, pupils blown and sclera tinted red. When he began to close the distance—attempting to lower to his elbows—his hand slipped and your foreheads met roughly with a dull thud.

Face contorted in discomfort, you pressed the heel of your hand to the tender area. “Dumbass.” Even while pained, you laughed at his incredulous expression, as if something just so Scud was beyond his comprehension.

“Does that count as foreplay?” His grin was lopsided at best while your hands worked at his jeans, opening them and shoving them—and his boxers—down over his ass, grabbing his buttocks as you hooked your legs over his hips.

“It does if you fuck me right now.” He wasted no time. While feeling him begin to stretch you open, your walls clenching and releasing around the intrusion, you pressed your head into the mattress and dug your nails into his skin. “Oh, fuck, Josh!”

He chuckled, the noise muted against your skin as he sucked at your collar bone. “Just gettin’ started, baby.” He thrust the remaining couple of inches in roughly, shunting you straight up toward the headboard. “Always so fucking tight.”

The pace he set was delectably perfect, his tip hitting that spot inside of you in a rhythm that had your toes already curling and your mouth hanging up with a string of ah ah ah’s that were for his ears only but likely picked up by the keen senses of the resident daywalker.

“Damn, you’re hot like this.” Scud praised breathlessly, clumsy hand palming at your breast. “I mean, you’re hot all the time, but—”

“Shut up.” Your demand was immediately followed up with your hands in his hair, yanking him down until your mouths clashed in the most sloppy—yet perfect—kiss. Squeezing his hips with your thighs, you broke free of his lips with a deep inhale while simultaneously rolling him onto his back. Sitting up, you ground your hips at a brutal pace, chasing your high.

“Shit, baby. Slow down before you break—”

“I thought I told you to shut up.” You smirked at him. Hand leaving your hip, he made a zipping motion across his mouth and redirected both hands to your breasts. “Oh, no no. I want you to shut up, not be quiet.” Clenching your muscles around his cock drew out a guttural sound from the man below you, his hands squeezing at your chest.

That was enough to ignite the flame in your belly, to feel that knot pulling taut. Scud was panting below you, face contorted with pleasure. The twitch of his cock as it moved inside you was telling: he was close. Your thighs were burning, your stomach muscles straining but the payoff would be sublime.

“Cum with me, baby. I want you to cum.” You threw back your head, your hands coming to rest on top of his on your breasts. “I’m close.”

“Don’t stop.” Scud pleaded, his hips rising to meet yours with each bounce. “Fuck, m’gonna—”

“Oh. Oh, Josh!” Your orgasm was sudden but no less powerful, consuming you as if you’d been set aflame. You could hear your boyfriend groaning, feel his warmth spilling into you, your inner walls spasming and pulling him impossibly deeper.

The last dregs of your climax were dimming, the world coming back into focus. At some point you had collapsed onto Scud’s chest. His heart galloped below your cheek while his hand glided up and down your back.

“Goddamn, girl. You’re gonna be the death of me.” The warmth of his palm disappeared and the click of a lighter followed. The smell of marajuana wafted into your nostrils, enticing you to giggle and anticipate your turn for a toke.

“Definitely if you don’t learn to be quiet.” You balanced on your elbow beside him, accepting the joint with a waiting hand. Inhaling deeply, you opened your mouth to continue when a deep voice sounded from somewhere outside the door.

“You both need to learn to be quiet!”

Snorting, smoke flowing from your nose, you joined Scud in a quiet burst of shameless laughter before you spoke in unison:

“Sorry, B!”

[zeninix]

scud 💥

[v1rtualv4mp]

PEOPLE. PLEASE

WHERE ARE THOSE IMAGES FROM??? I ALREADY LOOKED EVERYWHERE BUT I'M STARTING TO THINK IT'S LOST MEDIA 💔

[moonbaby6]

~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

[st1nkymonk3y]

can u pls draw what u think an older Scud would look like? mayb mid 40s or something

i always imagine him looking like those cool older mechanic uncles w nice music taste and wild stories🙇‍♀️

Here’s high blood sugar stoner uncle who listens to 90s–2000s indie R&B🫱

He has both Tinder and Grindr on his bootleg Samsung flip phone

[norman-fucking-reedus]

I know pegging Scud has basically become the normal for us but can we also talk about one day just absolutely craving dick and totally catching scud off guard

He actually forgot that HES the man in the relationship… that he’s the one with an actual real life peenar

Sex with Scud would be like sex with a virgin, cause its been so long that he doesn’t remember how to use his own body let alone his own dick

He’d be such a whiny and sloppy mess, shaking and trying his best to stop himself from continuously slipping out of you while also trying his hardest not to absolutely bust a nut right on the spot

You’d have to gently talk him through it, stroking away his stressed tears and slowly explaining to him what he needed to do, how he needed to do it, and what was okay for him to do

“It’s okay sweetheart, you’re doing so so good for me, you just need to relax”

He just wants to be able to make you feel as good and amazing as you somehow make him feel, and he’ll do whatever you say when you say it in that sweet and sugary tone, making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside

His hips have almost no rhythm when he makes an attempt at fucking you, though its more like a dog humping its owner and you have to tell him to put more power behind his thrusts, he's still totally flushed and overwhelmed, having never felt something as incredible as being wrapped up inside you

He's still the same whiny little sub, moaning and whimpering into your ear as he fucks his own brains right out, spiraling down a spiral of pure and utter new found pleasure

[dixonsdarkelf]

Joshua "Scud" Frohmeyer Headcanons

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.

Main masterlist Scud x Reader Masterlist

➼ 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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[dixons-sunshine]

What I think dating Scud Frohmeyer would include:

✮ Random calls throughout the day. Updates on his inventions, “where’d ya put the salt?”, just wanting to talk, etc.

✮ Little trinkets as gifts. I feel like he would craft something small and sweet for you with leftover pieces of wood, metal, etc.

✮ Touching. Not necessarily sexual touching, but touching in general. Whether it be handholding, a hand on your thigh when he’s driving, his hand on the small of your back when he’s guiding you somewhere, a gentle squeeze to your hips when he brushes past you, etc.

✮ He’d cling to you like a koala when cuddling. You are not getting up anytime soon when it’s cuddle time.

✮ He’d cling to you like a koala when sleeping, too.

✮ He would watch those reality dating shows with you. I feel like he’d love those.

✮ He’d try to do your makeup for you. It would end in multiple failures where wipes were required, but he’d be enthusiastic about it nonetheless.

✮ He would sing random love songs to you.

(There are more that I’ll probably come back and add when I think of them!)

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Simply Save Me

Pairing: Scud x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cock warming; minor drug use; sexual themes

Summary: Scud is a known bad boy but what happens when you act like a bad girl?

A/N: Just catching plot bunnies with @lazyneonrabbitt 🩵

It was incredibly difficult to keep still, nearly impossible. You were so full, the intrusion that at first burned had morphed into a pleasurable stretch. You were near desperate to feel him moving inside you, massaging your deepest walls. 

“Josh.” You had your arms wound around his neck with your face buried against his shoulder. The position was necessary so he could adequately see the screen. With his biceps bracketing your ribs, he was able to handle the controller, moving it back and forth instinctually trying to encapsulate the movements on the television. 

“Come on, man! It was right there!” Scud yelled into the headset. You wanted to shush him, suddenly afraid that Blade or, oh god, Whistler would barge in to complain about the noise. They would find you utterly bare and split open on your boyfriend’s cock, clinging to him with tears in your eyes. Scud was still clothed, belt and zipper spread open. It was bad enough that the strangers he chose to game with could hear every whine and whimper.

“Please, Josh. Please.” You brushed your lips over his throat, licking his pulse point and feeling his heartbeat thrumming beneath your tongue. 

“Sit still, baby. Almost got this round in the bag.” He leaned, continuing to press buttons on the controller while grabbing up the half of a joint from the ashtray. The movement had him nearly pulling out only to fully re-enter you. 

“God, I need you. Please.” You began to roll your hips, the smell of weed wafting into your nostrils to combine with the spicy scent of his skin. He grunted and placed one hand on your hip, growling when you heard the specific tone indicating his character in the game had died. 

“Aw, man. Crash and burn. Couldn’t just stay still, could ya, girl? Wasn’t enough to just sit pretty on me, just had to take more.” You continued at a slow pace, already panting from the pleasure, how your walls would tighten only to be stretched back open with each downward roll. 

“I’m sorry, baby, I just needed you so bad.” You breathed against his ear. The controller and headset hit the floor with a thud and then his other hand was sliding up your side, over to palm at your breast. “Oh, god, yes. Touch me.” One hand disappeared as he hit the joint one last time, holding his breath as he put it out in the ashtray.  

“Gonna wish you’d been good for me, babe.” He smirked with smoke billowing from his mouth and nose. Both hands slid around to your ass, grabbing greedy handfuls before gripping tight to lift you with him as he stood. You whimpered when he pulled out and deposited you on his bed, your hungry cunt left clenching around nothing. 

The drawer to the nightstand slid open. You knew exactly what that meant for you. He was considering all the options at his disposal, finally reaching inside to pull out something with a quick flash of purple. Scud was notorious for tweaking anything he could use in the bedroom or crafting something of his own. A shiver ran over your form, anticipation building. You never knew what your boyfriend had planned for you. And you had just given him plenty reason to torture you in the most pleasurable ways his skilled mind could create. 

Bowing over you at the same time something silicone pressed against your hot core, the inventor kissed you, grinning against your lips. 

“Hold on, baby girl. The Scudster’s gonna show you what happens when you don’t behave.”

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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

[v1rtualv4mp]

If Norman Reedus dies before giving me a kiss, I'm killing myself

[moonbaby6]

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

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.

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

[norman-fucking-reedus]

scud is my sweetie angelboy and i miss his cute petite boy body and his pretty little face

[dixonsdarkelf]

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

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

Main masterlist Scud x Reader Masterlist AO3 link

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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