#SCUD day

[murderousink23]

07/08/2024 is SCUD Day 🌎, International Town Criers Day 🌎, Islamic New Year ☪️🌎, Teacher's Day 👩‍🏫👨‍🏫🇵🇪, National Chocolate with Almonds Day 🇺🇸, National Blueberry Day 🇺🇸

[chipped-chimera]

Little Hunter.

[ffsjustletmesleep]

OHHH MY GOD THIS PICTURE

(don't look at the tags..)

[scudmcphuck]

"...Remembering..." (2024) - 005 Micron Black, Red Paint Sharpie, Black Sharpie, Black Ballpoint Gel Pen on Bristol Paper

[topherbutts]

actually my main criticism of s3 is that there was not enough mr b in it. i feel like he didn't get many good moments and it's a real crime.

[landwriter]

i love you , valley mist

[tarczar]

all 4 guest illustrations from drywall: unzipped! I'd probably scan these if I wasn't so afraid to mess up the binding and if I even HAD a scanner!

fun fact: the artist credited for the first image (drywall on ice skates) is Ryann Liebl. for those who might not be as freakish as me, she was also credited as the model for this image featured in an issue to show off one of the official scud t-shirts. this glowy gorgeous neon text mess:

she's also listed under voice talents in the Sega Saturn game (presumably playing the role of Sussudio)

crazy how tight-knit this comic's connections get.

[popsixsquishcicerolipschitz]

Happy Mothers' Day, Rose!

twist of the rose - Scud Hammer (Jaleco - arcade - 1994)  

[writersdrug]

My brain is open to your bartender Ghost thoughts

Give me them all 🙏

Lordy this au isn't even an hour old and I have so many thoughts

He doesn't really know what to expect when you come in the morning after the interview. At eight am sharp, he watches as you trudge inside, wearing ripped tights, shorts, knock off combat boots, and a baggy shirt that's messily tucked into your waistline. It looks like you had put on eye liner last night and gone to bed, black lines smudged in a perfect "bedhead" look.

"Really?" He asks, arms folded and muscles buddging. "Come t' the interview in a skirt 'n dress shirt, n' show up t' the first shift lookin' like a wannabe biker chick?"

You scoff, pulling your hair up into a bun. "Didn't realize I'd be walking into the asscrack of "The Devil Wears Prada"..."

He huffs and shakes his head. You hve tough skin - good.

He had Soap come in early that day - poor man usually worked between 4 pm 'til whenever Ghost decided to close. He's still rubbing his eyes and yawning when a pen and spiral notepad are shoved into your hands, Simon pushing you towards towards the cook's table with a hand on your back.

"Hey, welcome to the 141." You say, no attempt at politeness in your tone. Ghost huffs fondly, appreciating how you cut through the bullshit. "Any appetizers today?"

"None o' that keech," Soap says, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching his brow. "Canna have a rusty nail 'n th' smash grunded, wel doon 'n with the bun scud - cannae stand th' aoli. Chips oan the side."

You stare at him, eyes wide in disbelief, before turning to Ghost. "Do they all sound like that?"

He grunts. "If they're drunk."

"Are you drunk?" You ask Soap.

"Feck if I know, tryin' tae figure it oot myself." He groans.

Ghost helps you decipher the words Soap had vomited out. You successfully punch it into the POS, only needing a few pointers from the giant over your shoulder. For the rest of the morning amd afternoon, he taeaches you which button on the soda gun was which, the difference between tonic water and club soda, how to run the industrial sanitizer - with a "ye best make sure that shite is rinsed 'fore ye stick em in there" from Soap - where the new kegs go when Gaz brings them in, where to find napkins and condiments in the walkin, how to cut fruit for the bar, and lastly, how to split your tips.

"But why do I have to pay you?" You ask Ghost, sitting at a table with your calculator app on your phone and a basket of fries between the two of you. "You make loads of tips just pouring liquor."

He chuckles, watching you pop a fry into your mouth. "'N you get a cut of sales from the kitchen, since you're part of it."

You perk up at that. "I do?"

"Seven percent." He confirms. "A decent payout on weekends."

"And Soap doesn't get tips."

"Johnny boy gets paid by th' hour."

"I don't?"

"If ya do well enough, ya won't have to." He says, resting his meaty forearms on the table. "You'll be walkin' out with hundreds."

You chew your lip nervously; Simon's eyes linger on the movement, shifting his weight - the polyester seat creaks beneath him as he observes you fretting silently, the silence only broken by the sound of Soap prepping in the kitchen. "Don' worry too much 'bout it. You're young - jus' keep a smile on 'n you'll be fine. Soap 'n I got your back tonight, but I'm not pickin' up your slack after the week passes."

The fry you're steering towards your mouth falls to the table as Simon stands up. "Tonight?!" You exclaim, shimmying out of the booth.

"Yep. Sixteen hundred."

You glance at your phone. "That's in an hour!" There are kegs stacked by the front door, unpolished and enrolled silverware on the bar top, and half of the chairs are still stacked on the countertops.

"Best get to work then, hmm?" Ghost says, grabbing a container of lemons and moving behind the bar.

[dixons-sunshine]

Daryl Dixon x Mom!Reader With Baby Headcannons

*GIF isn't mine*

Warnings: None, really.

Word count: 802

A/n: I'm in desperate need for some Scud Frohmeyer or Daryl requests. I have two requests that I'm working on right now but I have no idea where I want to go with them, so they're going to be on hold for now until I get the motivation to write them again. I'm so sorry, but I'm hoping that some new ideas might spark some motivation back into my mind, then I can go back to those stories and give it my all!

—

★ For Daryl Dixon, there were only three days in his entire life that meant the world to him—the day you became his, the day you told him that you were pregnant and the day your baby was born.

★ When he held his baby for the first time, he definitely teared up a little. The little being in his arms was so tiny but so perfect. He would die to protect his baby.

★ Daryl would have no problems with staying up late to take care of the baby while you slept. In fact, he would insist on it most of the time. He didn't want to be the type of guy who slept while the girl had to always take care of the baby. You and the baby were the most important people to Daryl, and if it meant offering up his sleep to ensure you both were okay and that you, the mother of his child was well rested, so be it.

★ Although Daryl took most of the night shifts with the baby, there were a lot of times when you'd refuse to go back to sleep and stubbornly stay up with him.

★ In those 3am times with the two of you taking care of your bundle of joy is when Daryl would wonder how he managed to get that lucky. Merle had told him once that people like him and Daryl weren't cut out to have families and that even if they did, it would bring them nothing but misery.

★ But there he was, holding both the love of his life and his baby, in his arms, and he was the happiest man in the world.

★ Daryl would be so affectionate with the baby that you wished that you had a video camera to record it.

★ He would tell the baby stories that he could vaguely remember Beth telling Judith back at the prison, and he would tell them in the softest voice ever. There was no doubt that he loved that baby with his whole heart.

★ He would definitely also be extremely affectionate with you. Cuddles, kisses, hugs, you name it. Mainly because he's happy with his little family, but also because he's relieved. He knew the risks of dying while giving birth were there, so to have you alive and well after the birth was a huge relief to him.

★ While the feelings of happiness and love overpower his other emotions most of the time, doubt and fear still creep up from time to time.

★ Daryl feared that something would happen to you and the baby. It was a dangerous world you lived in and anything could happen at any given moment. But Daryl swore to himself that he would die fighting to protect you and your little one.

★ Daryl also doubted sometimes if he was a good father. He never had a good example of one growing up and he feared that he would end up being like his father. But even as those thoughts plagued his mind, one look at his baby and he knew that he would never be able to be that cruel towards his little one. However, the fear still lingered, and it would probably be there forever.

★ You and the baby came first. Always. You thought Daryl was overprotective while you were pregnant? It would be nothing compared to when the baby is born. Everybody knew not to even look at you wrong or they would be food for the walkers.

★ His escapades beyond the walls would decrease significantly. He preferred to be by yours and the baby's sides as much as he could, and nobody would be able to tear him away.

★ Daryl has definitely snuck a picture of you holding the baby in your arms while the both of you were sleeping. He keeps it in his pocket at all times.

★ Daryl would definitely keep the baby in his arms at all times if you ever had to venture beyond the walls.

★ Yours and the baby's safety were his main priority, so he definitely wouldn't let you out of his sight until you're all back inside the walls again.

★ He loves you both with his whole heart, that much anyone could see.

[murderousink23]

07/08/2023 is SCUD (Savor the Comic and Unplug the Drama) Day 🌏, National Chocolate with Almonds Day 🍫🇺🇲, National Blueberry Day 🇺🇲

[lazyneonrabbitt]

WELL. Good morning to you too!

Tear My Heart Out Slow and Bleed Me

Pairing: Scud x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Poorly written smut; Strap-on Riding; Bottom Scud; Mommy kink

Summary: Just... smut. No plot.

A/N: I have never written anything remotely close to this. Be gentle. It just... hopped into my brain and bounced there (pun intended) until I wrote it.

It was no secret that your boyfriend enjoyed things that no partner before him had been willing to try with you. It just so happened that you were very much into watching Scud fall apart with something deep inside of him rather than you. Granted, your toy of choice was strapless, providing stimulation for you with each movement of his hips, a shorter shaft holding it in place by filling your needy cunt while the larger end was deep inside Scud’s stretched hole. 

“You’re doing so good, baby boy.” You cooed, squeezing his hips while his face contorted into something between embarrassment and pleasure. His cheeks were tinged pink, the flush covering his chest below the sheen of sweat he had worked up. “Tell me it feels good. I know it does. Don’t be shy. It’s just us, baby.”

“Feels—feels real good.” He whimpered, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes were pinched closed, but you would allow it this time. It was the first experience like this and he needed to acclimate. You wanted him comfortable and enjoying himself. 

You certainly were. 

Squeezing his hips, you encouraged him to cease the back and forth grind and raise on his knees only to sink back down. “That’s it. Bounce on mommy’s cock.” A gasp was punched out of him, those pretty eyes opening wide when the silicone cock brushed against that spot that clearly had him seeing stars. “There it is. Just like that, pretty boy.” Each downward drop of his body pushed the toy deeper into your cunt, the ridged clit stimulator rubbing you just right. “You’re gonna make mommy cum. You’re such a good boy.”

“Want—want you cum.” 

“I know you do, but I want you to cum too.” You wouldn’t edge him this time. There would be plenty of opportunity for that later. There was no need to wet your palm before taking him in hand. The pre-seminal fluid and sweat made jerking him off sinfully easy. Oh, the noises he began to make with each rough tug on his cock while he impaled himself on the toy. You could barely control yourself, the burn in your belly sparking into a wildfire just by seeing the apprehension melt out of him into something akin to utter bliss. “I’m gonna cum just by watching you.”

“I need—can I cum too?” Scud panted, reaching for your breast but thinking better of it. With a gentle smile, you caught his wrist and placed his palm against your chest. Touching you was just helping him climb faster, the ah ah ah oh god’s that poured from his mouth growing louder and louder. You knew Blade could hear but couldn’t find it in you to care.

“That’s right, baby. You’re gonna cum with mommy, aren’t you?” Your efforts doubled, the wet sounds echoing off the walls of the room just added to the debauchery you were certain could be heard all over the warehouse. The knowledge of someone listening to what you were doing to your boyfriend drove you straight over the edge. “Mommy’s cumming!” You cried out, the tingle starting low in your abdomen, crawling toward your clit before tearing throughout your body. “Cum with me, baby. Give it to me!”

“Fuck!” He cried, absolutely slamming himself down against your pelvis two more times before you were both lost to ecstasy, your juices flowing out around the toy that stuffed you while Scud’s warm cum coated your stomach and tits, including his hand that roughly held one soft mound. 

You were the first to start coming down, cognizant enough to roll your hips up into him while he jerked and spasmed with the last of his release. “What a good boy you are. Look at everything you gave mommy.” Scud nearly collapsed forward, releasing your chest to catch himself with his palms on your shoulders. “It’s okay, baby. Let’s get you all cleaned up, okay?” Sated and pliant, he allowed you to easily assist him off the toy, slipping out slowly but letting it remain inside you while you guided him to lie down. “I’ll be right back.” He nodded, eyes closed while quick breaths huffed through the small partition of his lips.

He was totally fucked out.

You made quick work of yourself, nearly cumming a second time just by the slide of the silicone against your clit and inner walls as you removed it. A warm cloth swiped over your chest and stomach, rinsed before cleaning up your own juices. You opted for a fresh one, warm and damp when you began to clean up your boyfriend. He was already half asleep, arms and legs limp as you moved him around to wipe away his spend and sweat. You had a bottle of water by the bed, but it would prove useless to even attempt to get him to drink any at that point.

Pulling the thin sheet over your cooling bodies, you brushed his damp hair away from his face. Your spunky, sweet, smart, stoner boy. “Josh.” You purred, pressing your lips to his forehead. His tired eyes blinked open slowly, a lopsided smile forming before you could speak again.

“Fuck, I love you.” He slurred, the smile remaining as his eyes closed again.

You chuckled. “I love you, too.”

Outside the door, you heard the grumblings of the old man. “Gotta soundproof that fucking room. I can’t deal with that shit every day.”

[scudslut]

cockwarming with scud ❤️‍🔥

18+, mdni, f!reader

Scud is a cockwarming fein. If he could be inside you all hours of the day, he would. The man is clingy as fuck and wants his body pressed up against you at all times. He just loves knowing your his.

He’d be sat back on the couch lazily, joint hanging from his lips as he played some video game. Sauntering in and sitting beside him, he’d simply unbuckle his jeans, signalling you with a nudge and a cheeky smile, to move onto his lap. Slipping off your panties, you’d sink down onto his half hard cock, groans filling your ears as he adjusted himself. “Fuckkk, always so fuckin warm for me, aren’t ya?”

You’d just whimper quietly, enjoying the feeling of fullness as you laid your head on his chest, watching him continue whatever mindless game he played. You’d notice his thighs tremble more and more, trying like hell to keep his composure long enough to complete the level he was on, hissing with sensitivity each time you roll your hips softly into his.

Eventually he’d give up, tossing the controller across the room and flipping you to your back. “Just love being a fuckin brat, don’t you? Can’t just sit pretty like a good girl huh?”

He’d fuck into you rough, hitting that deliciously sinful spot deep inside you, over and over again. After you’ve came around him again and again, tears streaming down your cheeks, he’d kiss them away, “Learnt your lesson yet, baby?” Knowing damn well, you’d do the exact same thing later, craving him stuffed inside you constantly.

And even after he let go, deep within your walls, he would stay put, carefully rolling the two of you on your sides and switching the channel so you could watch whatever movie was on, falling into a sweet slumber tangled in eachothers arms as close as you could possibly be.

[norman-fucking-reedus]

NORMAN FUCKING REEDUS

ENJOY THE THINGS I WROTE DURING MY TIME HERE!

MY WORKS

sweet - ❤️ spicy - ❤️‍🔥 sad - ❤️‍🩹

ONESHOTS & BLURBS ↓

BREEDING KINK ❤️‍🔥

MOTORCYCLE SEX❤️‍🔥

PANTY SNIFFING KINK❤️‍🔥

CREAMPIES❤️‍🔥

POST-ORGASM CRIER❤️‍🔥

TIT FUCKING KINK❤️‍🔥

DARYL W A DICK PIERCING ❤️‍🔥

ORGASM KINK❤️‍🔥

PRAISE KINK❤️❤️‍🔥

DYING WITH DARYL ❤️‍🩹

SAD DARYL ❤️❤️‍🩹

SLEEPY DARYL❤️❤️‍🩹

MINI STORIES ↓

GROWN UPS ❤️‍🔥

ON YOUR KNEES ❤️‍🔥

THIGH RIDING❤️‍🔥

THIGH FUCKING❤️‍🔥

NEW CROSSBOW❤️

STAINED RED (VALENTINES DAY)❤️❤️‍🔥

ORAL FIXATION (REUPLOADED)❤️‍🔥

ACCIDENTAL STIMULATION ❤️❤️‍🔥

BUSY BEE ❤️‍🔥

DARYL WORSHIPS YOU❤️❤️‍🔥

VIRGIN DARYL❤️‍🔥

MAMAS BOY❤️❤️‍🩹

SWEET LITTLE SINNER ❤️‍🔥

ITS JUST A BODY OF YEARS ❤️‍🩹❤️❤️‍🔥

SERIES ↓

GIRLDADDY DARYL❤️

MORE GIRLDADDY DARYL❤️

MORE MORE GIRLDADDY DARYL❤️

CHILDISH DARYL ❤️

MORE CHILDISH DARYL❤️

HE ATE MY HEART (vamp!daryl) ❤️‍🔥

MOOD BOARDS ↓

FEM JUDAS (Moodboard)❤️

ONESHOTS & BLURBS ↓

SCUD HEADCANONS ❤️‍🔥

MORE SCUD HEADCANONS ❤️‍🔥

PEGGING SCUD❤️‍🔥

BOTTOM SCUD (Male Reader) ❤️‍🔥

BOOB GUY SCUD❤️‍🔥

MINI STORIES ↓

SCUD ‘BORROWING’ YOUR STRAP ❤️‍🔥

SCUD RIDING YOUR STRAP ❤️❤️‍🔥

LIGHTS CAMERA ACTION ❤️‍🔥

STORIES ↓

THE NEW GIRL ❤️❤️‍🔥

☆- Beginner x reader writer, professional smut writer

☆- I’m a black writer, so I tend to keep my work’s appearance neutral, however I can write for everyone!

☆- Don’t you come on my blog with no bs at yo ole big ass age.. I do and will argue tf back cause this is my page, these are my thoughts, and if you don’t like it kindly take yours somewhere else cause im not the one🙃

☆- This is a Daryl/Norman centered page due to the serious brain rot I have.

☆- I will NOT write about the following:

Rape/SA

Domestic abuse/any type of abuse (unless its in the past)

Child porn as in the reader barely pushing 18 and Daryl’s like 56.

If i ever write about virgins it won’t be some innocent little girl act cause thats just really weird dawg

Piss kinks…

I want to do insanely whoreish things to that man, I’m willing to write about everything else.

☆- Daryl is definitely a switch, so my works vary from submissive to dominant.

☆- Very rarely will I use “Y/n” in my works. Not only because I literally read it as Yn, I feel like Daryl is a hardcore petname giver and would rarely call you by your name.

[yevmarie]

You Own Me

Pairing: Scud x Female Reader

Word count: 2,2k

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, terribly written smut, p-in-v sex, creampie (the reader is on pills), sub!Scud, dom!reader, dirty talk, vouyeurism, degradation, praising, pet names, Scud calling reader a mistress, alcohol consuming, mentions of pot smoking, profanity, bad English (not my first language).

It was a late, lonely evening in your apartment. You were tipsy from alcohol that had been consumed before. Sitting on the couch, your head laying on the throw pillows, eyes closed. Some music was humming in the background. You needed to vent, and that was the maximum you could afford.

You secretly wanted some fling with him. That damn stoner was as hot as fuck. And if you hadn't known the details of how he was saved by Blade, you would try something long-term, but no, no, and no. So you were quite cold with him and bitchy. To your surprise, it worked the opposite way for him. 

That had been a stressful working day with Scud, who was flirting the whole day while you were trying to focus on new explosives for Blade’s next mission. It wasn’t so unusual about his flirty and touchy nature. He always tried to fill your space with his presence. Sometimes, he just sits silently in his chair, smoking and observing every move from you. Or traps you between him and a wall when you meet in a corridor. But this time, he almost crossed the line. Scud’s hands were accidentally brushing your butt when he walked by. He was trying to help you with explosives, standing behind you with an obvious boner poking between your ass cheeks. Or saying some pieces of advice in your ear with his sweet and relaxed voice, which sounded dubious. Damn, perv.

So, this teasing game at work today made you lose focus, and that damn lab could have been almost destroyed to the ground, but it ended with a local fire that you both knocked out. It was an understatement how Blade was furious, as it was quite luxurious to lose all the tech and valuable staff. After that incident, Josh was staying flirty, and you just sent him off and went home furious. 

You were almost falling asleep out of stress, tiredness, and the volume of alcohol in your blood system when you got a message from Scud. The display on your phone was showing a voice message. Not a usual behavior from him but still. Is it an apology message? Expecting him to tell some stupid jokes after smoking pot as an apology, you tiredly played it. 

Your eyes widened almost immediately upon hearing him whimpering; there were some squelching sounds in the background. He was whispering in a shaky voice. 

“Ah! Want you so badly. Just bend you over the table and fuck you stupidly till you can’t walk.”

JEESUS! The blood pulsating in your temples was almost hurting, and a sheer layer of sweat appeared on your forehead. Damn, that stupid stoner probably mispressed the recipient. But that didn't stop you from replaying it several times until you found yourself fantasizing and relieving your sexual tension. 

However, it didn’t let you fall asleep until the early morning. Being tired, worn out, and angry, you were preparing for work. You were craving an explanation from him, so you decided to wear the sluttiest outfit you had in your closet just in case your guesses were true that that damn message was addressed to you. Wearing a top with no bra underneath and a mini skirt, you went to work.

You came to the warehouse a bit later than Scud, who was already smoking and welding some parts. He turned around to greet you with a smirk on his face but froze, seeing you in a skimpy look. Tits with no bra evidently bounced under the top every time you made a step. Your legs seemed even longer with the help of the mini. 

“Morning,” he mumbled through the joint between his mouth. You silently sat down on the chair next to him. 

“Wanna get some explanations from you.” You were angry as fuck, but you were doing your best to hide it. “Yesterday evening, I got one interesting message from you…” 

“An interesting message?” He puffed out the smoke, playing dumb. 

“I can explain,” but he was trapped with your foot placed between his legs, applying a slight pressure to his hardness and balls. 

“Shit, no way he doesn’t remember anything; he is playing with me. A stud.” You silently took out your phone from your pocket and played that cursed message. His skin reddened in seconds, his lower lip was trapped between his teeth, his chest was heaving, and a smirk was forming. He shifted in his seat to stand up.

“Son of a bitch, you’ve even got aroused already,” you thought. “Then explain.” 

He gasped, his throat seeking air. He licked his lips, feeling dizzy, and that stupid smirk never left his face. 

“I was just… I smoked a lot, and… I’m really sorry; I barely remember it.” He was acting, clearly enjoying the setting. 

Your foot added some pressure to his arousal, now evidently visible to you. He whimpered, bucked his hips to your foot, and held onto the table so his fingers became white. You tilted your head to the side, your darkened eyes boring into his. 

“You, working almost in oblivion, are telling me now that you smoked too much?” He didn't reply; he just breathed heavily, being dark red. What a whore! You put off your leg and stood up, seeing him doing the same, but you just pushed him down back to the chair. 

“So, will you try to explain again?” 

“Sit down.” You took a plastic cable tie from the table you had laid your eyes on before and walked behind him. You aggressively grabbed his hands behind him and tied them. But surprisingly to you, he obeyed, and it pissed you off even more. “Damn, he literally craves my attention.” You walked back to your chair and sat down. 

He breathed heavier and more rapidly. “Okay, it was on purpose. Just tired of dancing around and stuff. You know what I want from you.” He licked his dry lips, observing you with a hungry look and already undressing you mentally, if not fucking you like an animal. 

“And you won’t get it,” you replied in a cold tone.

“Why?” He pouted playfully and shifted in the seat as if trying to free himself from the plastic tie. 

“I wanna show you how it is to be a tease. Wanna make you beg.” You spread your legs and shifted your underwear aside, letting your fingers glide over your arousal and smearing it over your clit. 

“Holly shit,” his eyes were glued to your movement.

You gasped and rolled your head back, back curved, with the other hand placed on the chair for stability. He licked his lips and bit them down with anticipation. His boner was painfully restrained in his jeans. 

You whispered, playing with yourself, lost in pleasure. “You like the view?” And you inserted two fingers inside your pussy earning a lewd moan from yourself. You heard him breathing rapidly, almost panting. 

“I want you, Y/N. Pleeease.” He was squirming, trying to find any friction in his jeans, but it failed. His cock was painfully trapped and leaking with pre-cum appearing as a wet spot on the fabric. 

“Who told you if you beg, you get what you want?” Your fingers moved back and forth inside you. 

“Fuck,” he whimpered, which made you laugh deviously and move your fingers faster, which made you clench, and you understood you wouldn't last long. 

“Please. Want you to use me. Wanna be your fuck toy. Just let me feel you.” His whining sent a jolt of pleasure. Understanding it was your approaching orgasm, you did the impossible and stopped yourself. You put your fingers out when you saw him opening his mouth, slightly hinting to taste you. You stood up in front of him and shoved your fingers in his mouth, which he started to suck eagerly momentarily. He was moaning while sucking your fingers, whispering in between.

“Mmmph, you taste so good, girl. I want more. I want all of you, please.”

“Think you deserve it?” Despite your cold demeanor, you were enjoying the view, which made you even more aroused. 

“Yes, please. I wanna take all of you. Wanna feel you tight around me. Please, Y/N.” He hummed and sucked your fingers. 

“My needy little slut”

“Yours and only. Just let me dive into your sweet pussy, please. I will do anything for you.”

“Anything?”

“Yeah, anything,” he whimpered needily. “Just fuck me already.”

These words made you clench around nothing, so you put off your fingers, seeing his hungry and desperate gaze, and decided to finally do what you wanted for so long. 

“Hips up!” You commanded, unbuttoning his jeans, and he obeyed with no hesitation. You pulled his jeans and boxers down his thighs, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. 

“Ah, finally,” he gasped with relief when you suddenly grabbed his jaw in your hand. 

“Finally? How come those little needy brains thought I would fuck you, huh?” Your other hand grabbed his cock, smearing pre-cum over his tip, and started stroking it teasingly slowly. He shivered and exhaled shakily, his mouth agape.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Thought you're gonna show your sympathy towards me.” He let out a whine, his cock twitching. “I’m all yours, Y/N. Just sit on me, ride me, use me.” You started to stroke him faster, seeing his cock almost ready to cum while Scud was squirming, whimpering, and almost crying out of pleasure. And you suddenly stopped hearing a bitter whine from him and whispering, “Please, please, please.”

You pulled up your skirt a bit and stood closer, ready to sit down on his leaking length. You were lowering above his cock, shifting your underwear aside, and finally sank on his tip, letting out a soft gasp. Meanwhile, Scud was babbling yeses and other stuff you didn't pay attention to as you slid down his above-average shaft. When you finally consumed him whole and were adjusting to his size, he whined more. 

“Ohhh, please!”

You felt a sudden wave of hunger and tugged his hair on the back of his head, making him gasp and open his mouth. 

“Shut up, Josh!” You closed the distance between your faces and kissed him aggressively, though passionately, shoving your tongue in his mouth. And you both moaned sweetly, finally getting what you both craved. You started rolling your hips, slowly teasing both of you. Scud whispered between kisses. 

“You feel so good, baby,” and at this moment you knew you were damn lost, tugging his hair more than before and riding him in a fast rhythm. 

Panting, moans, whimpers, groans, skin slapping, and lips smacking were making an obscene symphony filling the space of the warehouse. You rode him furiously as if you were a nymphomaniac chasing your high, enjoying every moment. 

Scud was even more lost in pleasure. Totally fucked out, falling apart, his eyes half closed, his mouth babbling sweet nothings. The image was so beautiful, it almost looked like a piece of art. 

“You are using me so well. Want my cock to belong only to you, mistress. Want you to ride me forever.” You clenched around him involuntarily, earning moans from both of you. 

“Mistress, huh?” You smirked deviously and leaned to his ear, saying in a lower and silent voice. “And you are nothing more than a fuck toy.”

“Fuck!” He panted and rolled his head back, his eyes threatening to close. You grabbed his choker, pulling him closer to your face, and took a handful of his hair again while riding him. 

“Eyes on me!” he ignored as he was in a haze, obviously enjoying every second of the intimacy. “EYES.ON.ME.” You slowed your movements until he opened his eyes, drunk with sex. 

“Fuck!” You whimpered, feeling your pussy clenching as this view made you closer to your approaching orgasm. Just a couple of frictions, and you are done. You whispered, lips inching from his mouth. 

“Wanna cum inside? I’m on pills.” You exhaled deeply and choked on your pleasure, riding yourself slowly through your orgasm, and this was the last straw for him.

“Ah, fuck!” He groaned, moaning, his eyes rolling back, his body jolting. You felt him pulsing inside you, spilling his warmth. Scud’s panting, mixed with cries of satisfaction, echoed in the building. 

After some moments, he tiredly looked at you, and you placed a gentle and slow kiss on his lips, which he eagerly reciprocated. You leaned back after a while and said silently. 

“Hope you liked it.” You smirked a little and took scissors from the table to free his tied hands, earning a tight hug from him and hungry kisses mixed with moans. Then he pulled away a bit to admire your face.

“Me? Liked it?” He chuckled tiredly. “Gonna send you more voice messages from now on.”

“Dork.” You tried to stand up from him but were tugged back to him, earning a gasp from you and a confused look.

“Now your personal dork, mistress. You own me,” he smirked. You smirked too and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, letting yourself get lost in him. 

[mrdixon]

Trick or Treat

pairing: established daryl x f!reader

wc: 3.1k

warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, p-in-v, oral (fem. receiving), praise, a little edging

summary: reader dresses up for halloween and daryl loves it.

A/N: sorry this took so long. ive been so unmotivated which is why this took like ten days to write 😭. writers block is killing me rn but i wanted a daryl dixon halloween smut fic so youre welcome :3 and dont worry i didnt forget about a rugged muse. ps im a whore.

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It’s finally Halloween! One of your favourite holidays, and your first since the apocalypse started. The kids were out to trick or treat tonight and you… well you had other plans.

After finding a cat ear headband on an earlier supply run you decided to dress up, rummaging through your closet to find something suitable. Eventually you settled on an all black outfit, including a skirt and some thigh highs. You twirled in the mirror and then set it all together with the headband, giggling to yourself. You grabbed a pair of pumps and headed downstairs into the kitchen where you grabbed the bowl of homemade chocolate and treats, waiting for kids to come by.

There was a knock at the front door and you quickly ran over, grinning as you opened the door to Judith and RJ.

“Trick or treat!” The Grimes children said in unison, holding out their bags. You laughed in joy at the two’s costumes, Judith was a sheriff (duhh) and RJ was a lion.

“Wonderful costumes you two,” you smiled brightly, giving the two of them a chocolate bar. They both thanked you before rushing to the next house, a smile plastered over your face as you watched them run off. You wondered what it’d be like having kids of your own, wondering if your boyfriend even wanted any. You shook your head, now was not the time to dwell over it. You’d eventually talk to Daryl about it. You shut the door and sighed contently as you waited for the next knock.

The next knock came by quickly and you practically skipped your way to the door, opening it to find your boyfriend standing there.

“Huh, treat it is..” Daryl mumbled smugly, looking you up and down as he rubbed his bottom lip. His hair was tousled and he had his crossbow slung over his shoulder, probably coming back from a hunt.

“Hmm, let me guess… Scud from Blade 2?” You laughed as he rolled his eyes, pushing you into the house and grabbing your waist while kicking the door closed with his foot. You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he walked you backwards.

“I love it when ya wear these things,” he growled in your ear, rubbing the hem of your stockings. His finger slid under to rub your thigh, kissing your neck.

There was a knock at the door to which he groaned, pulling away but keeping his hands on your thighs.

“I gotta hand out treats,” you smiled apologetically, rubbing over his hair. He brushed you off, moving away and grabbing the bowl of treats off the floor.

Daryl opened the door and smiled slightly at the children, placing the bowl on the chair outside. “Go nuts,” he murmured before shutting the door and walking back over to you. You looked at him with narrowed eyes, crossing your arms playfully. He shrugged, nibbling his lip. “Wha’? I need my treat,” he shrugged.

Daryl grabbed your hips and maneuvered you over to the kitchen counter, pressing you against it. Now you were wedged between the counter and him, his fingers pinching your sides teasingly. He had this cheeky smirk, playing with the hem of your skirt, rubbing his fingers against the velvety material.

“What do you want?” You scoffed amusingly, placing your hands over his shoulders. Daryl smirked, leaning in to press his lips against yours to which you kissed back happily. His hands moved from your hips and onto your ass, smirking into the kiss while squeezing the flesh. You let out a soft moan into the kiss, Daryl taking the opportunity and sliding his tongue into your mouth. His hand rubbing your ass gently. His kisses were intense, your head swirling with just the thought of him while he eased you up on the counter and stood between your legs. He pulled back only to dive into your neck, licking and nibbling hungrily at your skin and leaving little love bites.

“Yer so hot…” he growled, placing a hand on the back of your head as you tilted it back, licking over your throat while a hand groped your breast over your shirt. You moaned softly while your eyes struggled to focus on the ceiling, your vision blurring from the lust you were feeling. Heat radiating off your skin, Daryl’s breath making it even hotter as both his hands joined together to massage your breasts. The heat rushed to your face, squeezing your eyes shut defensively as you let out a low groan. Daryl grinning at your expression as he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling you. “I wish ya could see yer pretty face righ’ now…”

You gulped, sighing once he pulled away. Though once you opened your eyes he was crouched over, placing a kiss on your knee while looking up at you through his brows. You placed your hands behind you on the counter, bracing yourself as he pushed you further up on it. Your thighs hit the cold marble, sending shivers up your spine. Daryl chuckled at your shock while pulling off your heels, followed by the knee high socks one by one. As he did he placed kisses along your calves, tossing the socks behind him as his lips travelled up. One of your hands moved over his shoulder, playing with the strands of hair that fell upon them. He got down on his knees, reaching back to grab your ass and pull you to the edge of the surface, pressing his nose against the front of your panties. You hissed, grabbing his hair roughly. He pushed his head further under your skirt, his face hidden from you.

“Daryl…” you whined quietly, feeling him continue to rub his nose over your clothed clit. He grumbled lowly as you tightened your grip on his hair, reaching further up your legs to slip his fingers under your skirt.

“So wet already?” He taunted, his hot breath on your panties caused your pussy to throb. He rubbed your bare hips before pulling down your panties, moving his face back to pull them off completely. He took your panties and shoved them into his back pocket, smirking up at you as he pushed your legs further apart. Groaning at the sight of your wetness leaking onto the counter.

His hands pushed your skirt up your thighs to get a better looked at your soaking cunt, his mouth practically watering. You whined, your fingers curling into the dark strands on his head. “Daryl—”

Your words were cut off by a moan as he dove straight into your pussy, his tongue darting out to run between your folds. Your eyes peered down at him, his mouth buried in your folds and his nose resting on your soft mound. His eyes were closed, relishing the taste of your arousal. Moans continuously poured out of your mouth, fingers pulling his hair roughly to which he growled. The vibration only heightened your pleasure as you squeezed your thighs around his head. He tugged you closer and made you jerk a little, his tongue sliding into your slick hole. You released his hair and placed your hands behind you, bracing yourself while he fucked you with his tongue.

“Fuck… oh fuck..” you breathed, eyelids fluttering shut while the heel of your foot dig into his back. Daryl held onto your thighs, holding them flat against the counter to keep you spread open for him. His thumbs pressed into your inner thigh, his grip almost bruising as sounds of your moans and him slurping you up echoed through the room. You felt that sweet feeling building up in your stomach, gasping as it threatened to snap and spill over. “Daryl,” you panted. “Daryl, I'm gonna cum.”

You threw your head back, your moans airy as the warm feeling blossomed. His eyes opening to look at your blissful face, your eyes shut and lips parted. He sucked on your clit, noticing the way your legs twitched before pulling away. Your orgasm quickly subsiding.

“What.. the fuck?” You panted, staring down at him with your brows furrowed in frustration. He had a cocky smile on his face, running his hands up your waist and cupping your breasts before pulling the neckline of your shirt down. Your breasts popped out, his calloused hands immediately taking ahold of them.

“The only thing yer cummin’ on is my dick, pretty girl.” He chuckled, leaning in to take one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirled and sucked on the sensitive bud, leaving goosebumps along your skin while you moaned shakily. His left hand worked on your other breast, though alternating to give each mound of flesh the attention of his mouth. He sucked dark marks onto your breasts, stepping back to admire his work. He smirked while rubbing the stubble on his chin, his little fanged canines peeking out. “Step on the floor fer me?”

You nibbled the inside on your bottom lip, shakily getting off the counter with his help. He smiled softly at you, grabbing you by your hips and whispering in your ear. “Such a good girl fer me, hm?” The words made your pussy ache with need, your breath hitching as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. His lips kissed along your head, down to your ear, then your jawline, and eventually your lips. His palm was warm against your neck, thumbing your jaw carefully. His tongue licking over your lips before sliding into your mouth, the tangy taste of yourself still on his tongue. He bit at your lower lip, pulling it with him as he moved away. “Ya want me do ya?” He whispered low and rough.

“Please…” your throat was hoarse, the request quieter than you intended. He let out a low chuckle, pressing a kiss against your lips once more.

“Turn around darlin’,” he kissed your lower jaw, prompting you with a tap to your bottom. You obliged, swallowing uneasily as you turned to the counter. Your body jolting when his pressed behind you, “ain’t gonna hurt ya… just bend over fer me.”

He slowly pushed you down by your back, pressing you over the counter where your breasts hit the cold tile. You trembled, leaning up on your elbows and silently cursing from not being able to look at him. Your head turned over your shoulder to which he smiled, leaning in and kissing you tenderly, his erection pressed against you over your skirt.

“So pretty, my woman.” He mumbled against your lips, placing his hands down on either side of you on the counter. You sighed and closed your eyes once his lips fell upon your shoulder blades, the sweet kisses turning into open mouthed kisses. Leaving a trail of wet kisses along your skin, his hand rubbing at your ass while pushing your skirt up your waist. His fingers found your folds, running them through your slick. “Jesus christ…” he muttered, leaning back to watch how easily his fingers slipped into you.

You keened, fingers clawing at the counter. “Please Daryl… please oh my god.” He pulled his fingers out, a choked sob escaping your lips.

“Shh, I gotcha’…” he whispered from behind you, your head falling forward in defeat. You felt his body heat lean over you while he kissed the back of your head, the sound of his belt being undone sent a surge of relief through you. You heard him groan as he freed his cock from its confines, his pants being shuffled down his legs. You knew they were off when you heard his belt buckle hit the floor, one hand grasping your hip, running up to squeeze your breast before falling back.

He stepped closer, running the head of his cock through your folds and circling your clit. You cried softly, your hands closing into fists. “Daryl… I’m going crazy—” he cut you off by shoving himself straight into you, the stretch painful. Another pathetic sob escaping your mouth as you lay your head down. He held still inside you, exhaling through his teeth as he leaned over you, his chest on your back. He moved your hair to the side to kiss your neck softly, nibbling apologetically. You heaved, adjusting to him while your eyes remained closed.

“’s okay… yer doin’ so well.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, hips slowly withdrawing and pushing back in. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, his fingers tapping your lower back. “Don’ do tha’, lemme hear those pretty sounds of yers.”

A breathy moan slipped out of you, the warmth of his chest on your back departing as he stood up straight, both hands on your hips now. He groaned as he slowly pulled out, leaving the tip in just to slam back in, his balls hitting your clit. He continued this motion once he realized you were taking him comfortably, closing his eyes while he listened to your whines and pleas of pleasure.

“Daryl!” You cried out his name repeatedly, mixing in with the sounds of his skin slapping against yours. You had to strain your ears to hear his own grunts and groans, which he hypocritically held back from you. You moans reverberated through the kitchen, your legs trembling against his thrusts. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you easily only made you wetter, aiding that feeling.

“Fuck, yer so wet.” He groaned, falling forwards so his face was buried in your hair, his growls in your ear. “Such a good girl… takin’ my cock so well.” He muttered, your head thrown back at his praise. Your mouth fell open whiney moans and cries echoing through the room.

“Daryl! Oh fuck… oh my god!” You yelled, head leaning forward while your fingers clawed at the smooth marble. His grip on your hips tightened, driving impossibly deeper into you. Your walls squeezed around his length, feeling each vein as he pushed in and out of you rapidly.

He grumbled against your neck, licking and biting your skin. “Look at ya.. so perfect.” Both of his hands gripped at your breasts, pulling you up with him so your back was flat against his chest. You wailed as your head fell back on his shoulder, his hips still rutting into yours. He growled deeply, lips landing on your neck. His tongue darted out to lick across your sweaty skin, those fanged canines biting into your shoulder. You cried out desperately, your velvety walls closing in on his cock. He whimpered against your neck while his fingers twisted and pulled at your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy. “Ya gonna cum fer me? Hm?”

You mumbled incoherently, your mind a haze as you became delirious. Your eyes rolled back into your head while he growled in frustration at your skirt still attached at your hip, he pulled out to drop it to the floor and then slid effortlessly back inside you. Continuing his pace, your orgasm quickly building up.

“Yer amazin’… so fuckin’ good around my cock,” he moaned, his pace becoming sloppy as he came close. “Ya wanna cum wit’ me, sweet girl?” He gently bent you back over the counter, his hand slithering between your legs to toy with your clit.

You could do nothing but wail his name, your core making obscene noises as he pounded into you relentlessly. Your breasts bounced every time his hips met yours, he was groaning more freely, letting out a few whimpers of his own while he rubbed your clit furiously. Your legs shook with such intensity you would've collapsed if he wasn't holding you. You couldn't even moan properly, your throat hoarse from screaming. All that came out were scratchy cries while your hands tried to hold onto something.

“C’mon… let go… cum fer me,” he murmured softly, huffing as he shoved himself deeper in you. His calloused fingertips rubbed your clit intensely, his encouraging words sending you over the edge.

“D—Daryl…!!” You squeaked, a high pitched sigh of pleasure escaping your lips as you came. The feeling of your climax sent Daryl into a frenzy, his fingers stopped rubbing your clit and instead shoving those fingers in your mouth. You moaned around his fingers, tasting your own sweet arousal.

“See how good ya taste?” he mumbled, his thrusts stalling as he lay over you. He pulled his fingers out your mouth and licked them clean in his own, “delicious…” He kissed your shoulder and up your neck, still thrusting slowly until he eventually grunted in your neck. He trembled as he pulled out, shakily stroking himself and shot ropes of his semen all over your back, groaning deeply.

You felt the tip of his cock gently tap your lower back before he pulled away, your forehead pressed against the cold tile which brought you back to earth. You sort of wanted him to finish inside but you couldn't voice it out quick enough. Closing your eyes, you breathed softly while you heard him tuck himself back into his pants. He grabbed a nearby washcloth and used it to wipe off your back and between your legs. After, he removed your remaining clothes while placing soft kisses down your spine.

“Ya did such a good job…” he whispered, carefully picking you up. “My gorgeous, gorgeous girl… such a pretty thing.” He kissed your temple. You sighed, closing your eyes as you lay against him. His strong arms carrying you bridal style out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“(Y/N)…” he mumbled, your eyes opening slightly to look at him. “Ya tired? Or do ya wanna go again… ‘cause I wanna cum in ya, give ya a baby.” He pushed your shared bedroom door open, carrying you over to the bed

Your eyes widened from how he practically read your mind, chuckling softly. “Where is this coming from?” You whispered while he lay you down and hovered above you.

“Been thinkin’ about it. A lot. An’ I know ya have, I see ya lookin’ at Judith n’ RJ..” He shrugged, nuzzling your neck. “So… wha’ do ya say?”

You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him gently. “Be softer this time…” you looked him in the eyes, his gaze loving and tender. “Is this a trick?”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he kissed all over your exposed skin. His growing erection pressing at your thigh while he breathed warm air into your ear. “Nah, this is a treat.”