#scud frohmeyer x you

[dixonsdarkelf]

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

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

Genre: Hurt to comfort/fluff & angst

Word count: 1.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My love? Can you look at me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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~•♡•~ Double The Fangs, Double The Fun

➳ Summary: Daryl and Scud are regulars at the bar you work at, but they're only really there for you. One night while chatting, you injure yourself, so they help you home to heal up (Vamp!Daryl & Vamp!Scud x Fem!Reader)

➳ Setting: idfk sometime, somewhere, no apocalypse (this is a crossover fic for smut lets be real)

➳ Word count: 5.5k (3k of it is smut)

➳ C/W: VAMPIRES ‼️‼️, minor wound, blood (duh), biting/vampire feeding, double penetration, hints of Scud's mommy kink

➳ A/N: I wrote doc title for this as “DTFx2” cuz of the lettering, not even realizing the “down-to-fuck” till later, plus it being 2 partners – I cooked on this title. BUT ANYWAY I AM FUELING THE VAMP!DARYL FIRE AND VAMP!SCUD TOO BECAUSE THIS IS A PLAGUE AND I AM ILL AND I WILL SPREAD IT

You stretched your arms up over your head, leaning forward against the counter in front of you. It was another slow weeknight, no customers present, hindered by the fact the bar was tucked away in some deader part of the city. It was pretty boring, but you got paid for kinda just diddleling around a lot of the time. You rhythmically tapped your fingertips against the surface, but straightened up when the door jingled open.

“Fuck, I was about to start praying you two would show up. ‘Ts borin' as shit in here,” You laughed as two familiar faces walked in from the night; Daryl and Scud. They were your regulars, stopping by most any time you were on shift. And you heard from coworkers sometimes they'd show up, see that you weren't there, and just leave.

You never found it creepy though, it wasn't like that. They were always very respectful towards you, kind of chivalrous, but not obnoxiously. They'd always buy a drink and tip heavy, or just straight up give you money – and would scare off the actually creepy drinkers: the one's that'd prey on a woman as if she was frail. You didn't require them, having pepper spray and a gun beneath the counter, but they gave you extra security. And we're good company.

Scud, who you knews real name was Josh – the more ‘loverboy’ one of the two – popped by most nights after work. He was really sweet, having grown a soft spot for him and letting him bend the rules; like allowing him to smoke a joint, or three, inside, so long as he shared them with you. He claimed he was a sort of engineer, which you found a little surprising given you'd never seen him without the skunky smell of weed wafting around his figure, but it's not like it mattered to you.

Daryl, on the other hand, was much more reserved, and you'd be lying if you said that didn't intrigue you. He appeared older, and more of a rarity, seeming to drift in and out of town: which made sense given that scratchy, deep southern accent he carried.

“Ain't gon’ pass up seein’ ya, moonshine,” Daryl grinned as he sauntered up to take a seat, Scud following right behind and taking the one opposite him. ‘Moonshine’ is what he always called you, given you were a bartender, and it was ironic because you never saw either of them till after sundown. “Shift slow?”

“Painfully,” You groaned and rolled your eyes. “Ion even know how we get enough profit to keep this place open. Not sure anyone in our staff remembers the last time we saw the owner in person. I swear this is some money laundering scheme.”

“‘Least your gettin’ paid, yeah? My boss don't even got me onna regular schedule,” Scud tisked, reaching into the pocket of his large, layered jacket and pulling out the container he kept his joints in. “Ya wanna J?”: To which you nodded and he passed you one. Daryl's observant gaze watched your every movement, as he typically did.

“Ya get yer nails done, darlin’?” He asked, squinting his pale blue eyes and setting his hand out as you lit the joint.

“Hm?” Your eyes flicked to him, understanding, and you set your palm in his hand so he could see. Pressed to your nail beds were coffin acrylics, painted a rich red, the gloss making them almost bloody. “Jus’ got ‘em done this morning. Figured if ‘m gonna be sittin’ here twiddling my thumbs half the time they might as well look good.”

“Looks perfect on ya.” Your gazes locked together for a moment, hypnotic in a way as his irises seemed to pulse, then suddenly shift down. He loomed closer and ran his thumb over your fingers, appreciating the gleaming texture that reflected in the dim light.

“Real pretty momma's,” Scud added as he took a long drag of his smoke, holding it for a moment before skillfully exhaling in a long plume that dissipated and began to fill the small space with a haze.

“Mm, thank you boys,” You turned a little, offering a bashful smile at their endless complimenting – they showered you with affectionate comments every time they came in. “Either of you want somethin’? It can be on the house, think the workers drink more than customers.”

“‘Ll take'ah whiskey – ‘nd m’payin’ ya anyway, angel,” Daryl replied, fishing for his wallet and passing you bills that more than doubled the price of a shot. Frankly you felt bad sometimes, like you were taking his money, but gave up a long time ago with trying to decline. He insisted.

As you went to grab the iconic bottle of Jack Daniel's off the shelf behind you, your elbow stuck out a bit too far and knocked over a large glass you'd been using for water, sending it to the floor where it shattered. “Ugh, never complain that you're bored at work. Fate'll always make ya clean.”

You quickly poured the auburn grog into a shot and slid it across the wood countertop to Daryl, dropping to your knees to pick up the larger shards.

“Fuck!” You seethed, accidentally slicing open the palm of your hand by sweeping it over the edge of a fragment in the other, your joint nearly falling from where you'd pinched it between your lips. Both men bounded from their stools to look over, simultaneously uttering ‘Ya alrigh's?''s. You half-clutched your fist and rose to be level again, hitching your breath with a small whine as striking pain electrified your nerves.

Blood quickly began to spill from the gash, running down your wrist and upper forearm before dripping to the floor a couple times as Daryl snapped to grab a clean rag from behind the bar so you could hold pressure, moving so fast he registered as just a whoosh. As your eyes were shut in pain, theirs were blown open, locked onto the crimson that tinted your skin. They could see the microscopic way it gushed a bit more from every beat of your heart.

Tendrils of that sweet, mind warping scent curled through the air and around the pair's bodies. God it smelled so damn good – you smelled so good. They didn't wish you harm, but they'd just been agonizingly waiting to someday, by some chance, get to smell the life-giving fluid that pumped through your veins without the blockage your skin created, keeping the complete experience inside of you. And they could only dream of getting to taste it…

You spun back to face them, and swore for a second, the color of both their blue eyes had altered to match the plasma soaking into the grey washcloth in your grip – their faces flat like they hadn't eaten in years and you just baited the idea of a gourmet feast. But once you blinked, they were back to azure, concern etched across eyebrows and frowns. Maybe it was just the shitty brilliance of the bar.

“‘M fine, jus’ being mindless I guess. Scud, how the hell are ya smokin’ and working with wires ‘n soldering shit,” You shook your head, blaming your incident on the brain fog from weed, although it was a poor excuse given it should not have taken effect that fast. Perhaps you were just embarrassingly locked on auto-pilot.

“Ya look like yer bleedin’ bad, princess. Lemme see.” Daryl beckoned you over and took your hand. His body tensed, that dangerous feeling of his canines extending creeping up. It took all he had to not press his mouth to you. He knew better, he had control. You let him remove the rag, examining the cut and finding it to be quite deep, him stating it might have to be closed

“We don't got any medical stuff here ‘sides maybe a few bandaids. I'd be surprised if anybody else came in ‘ere tonight so I'll just close up ‘n deal with it home. Sorry to cut our chat time short guys…” You gave a half frown, taking an unsteady inhale and trying to mask the aching in your extremity. You smothered the joint, enjoyment ruined.

“Don't gotta apologize mama's. Wantcha to be okay,” Scud commented, mirroring your expression. Looking between him and Daryl, you felt there was some synergy connecting them, like they were communicating despite both staring at you.

“Why don't we take ya home, mebbe have me patch tha fer ya, hm?” Daryl suggested, readjusting his leather jacket as he tilted his head slightly.

“Oh, no. I don't wanna bother either of ya with that…”

“‘Ts no bother, sugar. We wanna make sure you're safe. ‘Ts late, dark, ‘nd you're bleedin’. Don't want anythin’ bad happening to ya,” Scud explained, his every word ending on a sort of mewl as he plucked his joint from his mouth to speak clearly.

“Alright – just cause I know you two will follow me to check anyway.” You grabbed your things, Daryl and Scud helping to close up the bar so you didn't further injure yourself, then leaving with you. It was reasonable for them to come with, and this wouldn't be the first time. And this wasn't the safest part of town, so it wouldn't hurt to have them.

❥-》》—————➣

When you returned to your apartment, both of them praised your designing of the interior, having not been inside before. To you it wasn't much of anything special, but again, it was just in their nature to say kind things to you.

You nodded Daryl in the direction of your bathroom so he could grab some ointment and gauze, going to sit on the couch as Scud plopped beside you. You easily could've nursed it yourself, but if there was anything you really knew about Daryl, it was his tendency to always be doing favors – and not letting you decline.

“Y'know… I know a way tah make that heal faster than any dressings could,” Scud broke the silence, dragging his gaze over your frame, and landing on your hand where you still held the soiled rag. He couldn't fucking take it anymore. He didn't have the control that Daryl did.

“What do you mean?” You now faced him, confused at the way his breathing seemed to grow a bit heavier, chest puffing further out despite his lazy posture. But he straightened some, scooting closer to you and reaching for your hand.

“Just trust me on this…” He was salivating, bottom lip practically trembling with anticipation. He was so close, access to your fresh blood right there. God how he ached for it every time he saw your beautiful face, just so damn entranced by you. He tried not to completely lose his mind as he neared your palm.

“Um… yer gonna get it infected doin’ that.”

“Won't.” And his mouth hovered right above it.

“Seriously, Scud, what are you doing?” Now you were concerned, tempted to call Daryl back. Was this some weird sex thing? His way of trying to seduce you? Taking ‘kiss my boo-boo to make it feel better’ a bit too far. But you sensed this… energy, radiating off of him, drawing out your naïve trait of curiosity. Something felt different about him, although you guess it always did – but only now could you really perceive it, having him so close. “What are you? ”

Scud's eyes flicked up to yours, blue flipped across the scale of hues to match the color you'd caught a glimpse of at the bar – the color of your blood, and those flawless new nails. “Whadda ya think I am, sweetheart?”

As his lips peeled back with a grin, you could see the lengthy, pin-sharp fangs that descended from the roof of his mouth, glistening with his famine. Your mouth fell open, pupils dilating as realization worked through your brain. Oh shit. Oh, shit..? You didn't speak, but didn't know what to say anyway.

He chuckled at your reaction. “Jus’ relax, mama's.” Finally. His tongue darted out, dragging a long lick over the front of your wound, causing you to wince and jerk a little. It didn't particularly hurt, but was so odd at the start. Scud held back a moan, but couldn't help his remarks: “Mmm, you taste so good… bettah than I ever imagined…”

You swallowed thickly, watching him work saliva over your tender flesh, and lapping away any remnants of the blood that ran down your arm. He stared intensely into your eyes as he drew a long, excessively slow lick up your limb and back to the wound. You felt it begin to radiate, an unfamiliar warmth centralizing over the cut but spreading out into your entire palm.

He brushed his lips against your fingers with a featherlite kiss, and reluctantly pulled away, letting you watch branches of skin connect together from both sides, color quickly shifting back to your normal tone, and your hand completely unscathed. You flexed your tendons, feeling it for yourself. It was completely healed, a two-week time lapsing into under a minute.

“Why'd ya show ‘er.” Daryl's voice was stern, silently standing behind the couch and startling you as you whipped around. You should've figured – it wouldn't take that long to find simple first aid in your bathroom.

“Known ‘er for long enough, D. Why let'er suffer with some gash if we can just heal it for her?” Scud replied and shrugged innocently. But his wording was key; ‘we’.

“You're both vampires,” You nodded dryly as Daryl grumbled something under his breath and came around the couch to sit on the other side of you. Now the ‘moonshine’ was really ironic. “Okay… I assume if you were gonna drain me ya woulda done it by now.”

“Don't tempt me, baby,” Scud smirked, and Daryl shot him a harsh glare. “What? Sure she appreciates the healin’ at least!”

“Yeah, I do… but it's weirdly intimate, no? Just, wetly runnin’ yer tongue all over someone, gathering saliva on their skin, tastin’ the irony remnants of their blood-”

“Quit talkin’ like that,” Daryl hissed, your sight passing back to him, watching his adam's-apple bob and his jaw tense. His eyes reddened as well, and it dawned on you how teasing your choice of dialogue must've been for them.

“Or keep goin’. Like hearin’ your gorgeous voice say such pretty words,” Scud wet his lips, volume just above a whisper. You felt trapped between two sides of a spectrum, both equally covet… and you were way more into it than you would ever want to admit. Your jaw laxed with a weary breath, mind wandering further ahead than you liked it to. “But you're right, can be real intimate.” His voice dropped lower as he neared you, keeping sights intertwined.

“You're torturing me momma's… pleas’... would give anythin’ to feel ya,” He almost whimpered, puppy dog eyes peering up at you. “He would too, he's jus’ a lil’ more shy.”

It'd be the fattest lie of your life to say you didn't find him attractive, both of them. Closing the door behind you some nights after they'd walked you home, tempted to just bring them inside. How many times you muttered dirty words as your legs tangled in your bedsheets and you touched yourself, imagining how they'd sound in Scud's whiny hitches, or Daryl's gravelly grunts…

You reached up, taking Scud's chin in the light hold of your acrylics and bringing his mouth to yours. He directly melted, turning to puddy from that alone and cravingly dabbing your lips with his tongue. When you pulled back, he tried to follow, pining for more. But you wanted to be fair, and switched to the other man.

Daryl looked like he didn't know what to do, that effort of displaying confidence broken the second the gate he'd been waiting outside of for so long actually opened. But a quick ‘C'mere’, and the curling of your pointer finger brought him to you expeditiously, rough lips chafing over your moisted ones. He shoved away his groan, not quite ready for that yet.

“This ain't gonna stop at kissin’, right?” You checked on an exhale, both their eyes boring into you from either plane, the patterns of their breathing reworking themselves. Dropping it here would be teasing you now.

“S’ain't gon’ stop less ya want it to, moonshine,” He rasped, irises captivating and luring you back to him, clawed hand coming to his cheek – that made the groan slip. He inhaled sharply, ardently guiding his tongue into your mouth, which definitely made Scud jealous.

The engineer brought his hands to your waist, toying with the seams of your shirt as Daryl harshly tugged you closer to him, gaining momentum, growing hungrier. He explored the entire cavity of your mouth, feeling the heat of your gums, the smoothness of your teeth in comparison to his canines, and drew a moan from your throat, hints of a smile crinkling.

“Yer not good at hidin’ whatcha want, honeysuckle,” The southerner purred, trailing down to your jawline as Scud's lips pressed to the nape of your neck. You weren’t sure if he could tell by your body language, or was able to read your mind or something; all the near whorish thoughts running through your psyche.

“Then you should know how long I've thought about this.”

Daryl immediately hooked his strong arms under your thighs, shoving Scud back to stand up off the couch, your legs instinctively latching around his torso as he started to leave a hickey on your neck and find his way to your bedroom.

Scud awkwardly stood behind for a second, shyly glancing to the floor, feeling literally and figuratively pushed aside by the other's dominance. “C'mon Scuddy,” You mouthed, and he looked like he came in pants right there – hurdling to track after you.

Daryl roughly threw you onto the edge of your bed, simultaneously ripping your shirt up over your head. He reached down for the button of your jeans, quickly popping it out and tearing them off, leaving you in just your lacey, red bra and panties.

“Jeez, you ‘nd fuckin’ red, woman.” He bordered on a growl, sliding off his jacket and tossing it to the floor. You sat upright on the rim the mattress, aiding Scud in dropping his many layers, but he teetered like he just wanted to fuck himself senseless with all it still on.

Both them now shirtless, you raked your nails down their chest, taking extra notice to follow the lightning-like scars carved into Scud's abdomen to your left. You let out a breathy curse at their defined v-lines and mouthwateringly sexy happy trails, discarding Daryl's belt, and gently cupping his pulsing erection through his jeans – the same through Scud's cargos.

One twitched, then the other, and you chuckled. “You two really want me that bad, huh?” You questioned, beaming up through your lashes with a flirty smirk: but that mischievous temping simmered seeing the pure lust on their features. They looked like they were gonna eat you alive, and honestly… you wouldn't mind it.

You undid their pants to drop them down, and with some sort of unspoken permission translating between the three of you, they pounced forward, resistance snapping like twigs. Scud hauled your body up the bed and instantaneously found your lips, already gasping into your mouth. His hands each found one of your breasts, fondling and pawing impatiently through your bra.

Daryl grabbed your hips, tugging you back down a little and drawing a wet lick from the hem of your panties up your navel, holding you to him as your spine arched. He kissed and sucked at the delicate skin on your pelvis and inner thighs, leaving behind litters of those gentle bruises on the surface, spotting across the curves of your body. His fangs grazed you as he worked, a persistent reminder of what a feral vampire could just take from you – but he was a humble man, and prefered to give.

You directed Scud to strip your bra, given he'd basically lost all ability to function the second your clothes were off, and even worse once he was on you. Now with your chest fully out, he was gone. He greedily sucked one nipple into his mouth, kneading the other like a cat, while Daryl curled a finger around the hem of your panties, deliberately running from side to side before he suddenly ripped them away – literally ripped. “Promise ‘ll buy ya new ones, babydoll.”

Whatever deeply guttural noise that erupted from you when Daryl's tongue made contact with your cunt was everything but holy. Your hips bucked up into his face so rapidly it almost caught him off guard, his palms splayed out on your thighs and his mouth latched onto your clit. He sucked in rapid pumps, before trawling down then back up and spreading your folds. He lapped up every bit of your pooled wetness, taking a deep inhale and the hidden claws in his fingertips nearing shooting out as his toes curled.

“Fuck! Yer pussy smell's'so fuckin’ good.” His words came out as near snarls, reverberating against your core. Should the view of him not have been obscured by Scud, you're sure you would've came at the sight of him so deeply intoxicated by just the scent of you. “‘Nd tastes so goddamn lovely.”

“‘Ts not fair, man, ah wanna taste ‘er-”

“Nah. Ya got ‘er hand, pussy's mine.” Now he was snarling, possessive crimson eyes stabbing into the other man as he'd turned to look back at him, burying himself deeper into your cunt and earning another wild moan. Scud frowned a little, but you brought your hands to his hips and readjusted him to be sitting on your chest, legs on either side of your body.

“Don't worry, baby.” And you rolled down his boxers so his dick was free: fully hard, tip swollen up and flushed with color, absolutely weeping for you, and it bobbed with a twitch. You wrapped your hand around the base, giving a few pressurized strokes as he bowed forward over your head and straight up whimpered in your ear, aching and pulsing and starved of touch and attention.

“Oh-.. God, momma's… t’so good…” He wove his fingers through your hair to tug lightly at the roots and anchor himself. But the second you put your tongue on him, he jerked forward and shoved into your mouth, cumming abruptly. He couldn't help it, you were; “Jus’ so warm…”

Still you swallowed it down, swiveling the tip of your tongue along the underside of his head, prolonging his high. You weren't surprised; with how frenzied he was, acting like he'd been edged for far too long – which you supposed he had, based on how he talked earlier – you pegged him for the kind to cum fast. He probably wanted you to actually peg him too.

Daryl tipped a domino by chuckling at the early orgasm, the sound waves making you moan around Scud's cock, which in return made him slide a bit deeper again. Daryl started to hum, and removed one hand from your thigh to slip two girthy fingers into you, curling them up and pressing into that sensitive spot in your walls. He focused his mouth on your clit, drawing it in with suction while he rapidly wagged his tongue, soon pumping his fingers in and out of you, and your moans picked up.

The shallow edge of Scud's claws inched further out and held your skull, careful to not scrape into your skin, but exigent nonetheless. His breathing descended into ragged heaving against the side of your head as you worked his cock like you knew every little thing that got him going.

“Getch'yer dick outta her mouth so Ah can hear ‘er cum,” Daryl barked, breaking contact from you for just a moment. Scud groaned, wanting so badly for you to deepthroat him, but he shifted over to the side, knowing Daryl would forcibly do it anyway. Now he moved impossibly faster, fingers stretching you open and filling the bedroom with wet noises from how he had you dripping.

Getting to hear you clearly now sent him into overdrive, grunting against your clit while Scud just laboriously returned to toying with your boobs. “C'mon girl, jus’ cum. Cum fer me. Wanna see yer gorgeous face.”

“Jesus, Daryl-” Your sentence split, and you cried out, trembling legs coming together and forcing him flush against you. You rode his face, a hand flying down to tug at his shaggy locks and assisting you in rolling your hips. He clutched you bruisingly hard, nearing ripping into you.

When your limbs relaxed again, he lavished long licks over your cunt, swirling the tangy, sticky nectar of your release over his entire mouth. “Mos’ perfect fuckin’ thing.”

“Pleas’ mommas, can I fuck ya?” Scud pleaded, cupping your face to catch his distress. Sharing was hard when one party was so much more controlling. Poor thing needed you.

But seeing Daryl yank down and discard his boxers, hard cock visibly throbbing and tip shaded red, he needed you too. And you could tell a blowjob just wouldn't settle it for either of them. “Fuck, just-.. both of you fuck me.”

“Can ya handle two, sweetheart?” Daryl exhorted, swiping a strayed bit of hair from your forehead and deftly tucking it back, slightly softened eyes checking for sincerity in your expression. With your nod, they acclimated to desire once again.

He flipped onto his back, and manhandled your body overtop of him, your back flattened on his chest, and Scud hurriedly positioning above. Daryl kept your legs spread apart with his, reaching around and palming at your breast while going down to slick himself between your soaked folds, slapping himself against you a couple times. “Ya tell us if s'too much, alrigh’?”

“Yea, yeah- please, just fuck me already,” You wailed as he angled you down and slipped deep into you, Scud giving you a second to adjust before coating spit over his shaft, and gently guiding into you as well.

Your back arched as Daryl held you firm, whining in delectable pain as they strained you further open than you ever had been, your acrylics digging into his waist beneath you. Scud layered himself onto you, sucking another hickey into your chest then rocking his hips a couple of times.

When you handled it well, Daryl took it as a cue to join him, plodding more in his thrusts to still give you the opportunity to bail if this wasn't to your liking. Your eyelids fluttered closed, head lulling back to rest on Daryl's shoulder as your heavy breaths fell in line with the pace. When Scud pushed in, Daryl would pull out, and vice versa: always keeping you full while maintaining the motion that granted so much ecstasy to you three. Every one of their filthy noises sounded incomprehensibly better than you'd ever pictured.

Scud mewled against you, head buried into your breasts and giving quick pecks or licks any time he wasn't being uncontrollably vocal. Daryl did the same, groaning into your shoulder and hair.

“Takin’ us so good, arentcha darlin’? So wet, pussy so tight,” Daryl hushed into your ear, hooking up faster and faster following each of his thrusts like the speed was on a multiplier.

You twisted fingers in the back of Scud's head, triggering a loud whine when you tugged on the roots of this hair and that metal choker he always wore. He started to waver, weakly humping you like his brain was fried and just focusing on staying as deep inside you as he could. “Mmm… mommy, I… ‘m so hungry. Please…” The hinges of his jaw started extending on their own, humid exhales dampening an area by your neck. Tasting hints of your blood earlier spawned a black hole that decimated the sinkhole he'd previously had caving in over time. In the near year he'd known you, that urge to just feed from your tender flesh was all he ever thought about. And now, warm walls of your cunt wrapped around him, urging him to another orgasm… He couldn't wait much longer, he was starving.

Daryl planted his feet to make up for Scud's faltering rhythm, the strengthful build of his hips and thighs making it easy to lift you. He was trying so hard to focus on just fucking you, but as the other vampire's imploring got the best of him, he started to follow suit. “Ya know yer'a damn tease, righ’ moonshine? Lookin’ so sexy all tha time, tha seductive scent ah yers… Fuck, I kno’ ya taste like heaven…” He craned his neck up, applying pressure to your carotid artery with his tongue, feeling everything he wanted pump through you at a rapid rate.

You took in a shaky breath, vivacity emanating from the both of them and encircling you. Their dicks throbbed inside of you, the drifter pistoning while the engineer hunched, but that just wasn't enough, and it made the craving so much more pressing. Their pairs of fangs rested on the edges of your skin, tracing over it, each on one side.

“Shit… just do it-.. Jus’ fuckin’ do,” You panted, and it happened so fast you barely even realized it. Scud's bite was eager, being more frantic and on your left: Daryl's more longing, savoring the feeling of piercing into your silky flesh on the right. They drew long siphons into their throats, sultry crimson flooding their systems as their eyes blazed a mutual color.

A strangled moan ripped from your being, your consciousness floating in a haze. Daryl fucked you faster, empowered by your smooth blood, grunting savagely as his razor-edged talons dug into your breasts, Scud's on your waist: but they were so careful to not rip you up.

“Mmmnngh… oh, gods momma, m’gonna cum…” Scud lost any last sense of his composure, curving his spine and slicking out of you to cum over your pelvis. He whimpered like an injured dog, anchoring himself with the teeth lodged in you, grinding against you a few times to ride out the bliss as he messied your body with lengthy ropes of white. Waves of body-wracking pleasure made him writhe around on your chest, lost in some other realm.

“Fuck… cum fer me again, dollface. Know yer good fer me,” Daryl mumbled against you, driving into your cunt with every newfound bit of liveliness he garnered from feeding on you. Your brain stopped working at this point – those red acrylic nails scratching at Daryl's thigh with your left, and Scud's back with your right.

You felt lightheaded, loss of ichor incapacitating you even as they'd ceased thirsting, just keeping fangs planted in your muscles. The crest of euphoria floated your soul to nirvana, Daryl's tip brushing past one specific golden point in your walls and shoving you off the cliff of your climax, tightening his hold on you as you bowed and bucked, vision stripped from your senses.

Your pussy spasmed and massaged around the southerner's cock, and with a final few abusing thrusts, he withdrew and spilled his own load over your folds, resistant moans rumbling from his vocal cords. All three of your chests heaved intensely, fighting to steal any oxygen from the lust-filled atmosphere of your bedroom.

Daryl's hands drifted to your midsection to push up and roll Scud off of you to the left, knowing he was too much of a fucked out mess to do it himself. He gently laid you between the two of them, smoothing a caring hand over your chest and pressing a kiss to your upper arm. “Ya feelin’ okay, moonshine? Didn't take too much, righ’?”

“Yea, ‘m good.., jus’ need a minute,” You wheezed, eyes shut and soma trying to recuperate. Daryl peeled himself from the bed, going to wet a rag, and fetch some water and food. Returning, he compassionately cleaned away the cum smeared across your curves, supporting you as he helped you drink and all – then gathered extra layers of healing saliva over your puncture wounds just to make sure they'd seal over.

He soothed you by tracing patterns with his calloused palm, the three of you resting for a long while and wrapping thoughts around what just happened.

Scud snaked his arm around yours and cuddled right up against your side, keeping lips pressed against you with his whiny hums. “Wanna feel more'ah ya mommas…” To only say he was needy was an understatement, he was full on reliant – vampiric endurance adapting the role of an exponent for such.

“Let ‘er rest.”

You brought your nails to Scud's scalp, gently scratching his head and he practically began to purr. Even if Daryl shoved him off, you appreciated how benevolent he was to you, and could tell he felt less-than right now, lacking your focus. “That spit of yours work on swellin’ too?”

He nodded with a mumbly ‘Mhm…’

“Then how bout'cha lick my pussy till it feels better, ‘nd we'll keep goin’ till botha ya are ran dry, hm?” You suggested, planting a kiss on the top of his head and sensing the energy shift.

And they were both on you all over again in an instant.

©corvidcrossbow 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified or adapted to other platforms. My work may be translated only if asked and with proof of given consent.

[dixons-sunshine]

Shit, I love everything so much??? You’re getting me back into other Norman characters. Scud sounds fun to write… it’d be interesting to see how any of Norman’s characters would react to a reader with a teenage daughter, who suddenly starts calling him Dad. Some cute fluff.

Or a reader who just adores him and can’t get enough of him— random blowjobs or secret sex at work. lol. Any Norman character, really, now that I’m just getting back into not only Daryl Dixon.

Stay Quiet, Pretty Boy | Scud Frohmeyer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Scud loved it whenever you jumped him and pried him away from his work to have him take you over any surface in the workshop. However, with Blade around, the two of you couldn't do much, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), in public? (in the workshop), praise kink, pet names (baby, babe, etc.), almost getting caught, swearing.

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: My first ever smut attempt, folks. I'm so sorry if this sucks. But thank you for the request! I really wanted to do the teen kid one but I feel like I've been writing nothing but Dad!Daryl recently, so I wanted to shake things up a bit. I might still write it, though. Hope you like this, lovely!

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Scud Frohmeyer was an absolute slut for you. He was always in the mood when it came to you and he had no problems with dropping whatever he was busy with to have his way with you, or let you have his way with him—god, he loved it when you took control. Having you on top was one of his favourite things in the world. Whenever you rode him, he swore that he was in heaven. And whenever you tugged him into a kiss by pulling his choker? He was an instant mess, willing to do anything for the goddess that sat on his lap.

The two of you were like horny teenagers around the workshop whenever Blade wasn't around. All it took was one suggestive comment and the two of you were jumping out of your clothes, pawing at each other. And if you couldn't get out of your clothes fast enough? Scud would help you by "accidentally" tearing it off of you. You had lost way too many shirts to keep track off because of Scud.

Scud couldn't think of one surface in the entire workshop that he hasn't had you leant against or on at some point. Every tabletop, counter, chair and car hood has been used at that point, multiple times. The two of you had probably had more sex in the workshop than you've had in your own shared bed.

However, when Blade returned for a couple of days with new work for the both of you that would take up most of your time and effort, your shenanigans were put on hold. Both you and Scud were too busy to do much. Blade kept giving you new tasks before you were even done with the current one you were working on and he hovered around to make sure that you did it. And when you were done for the night, you and Scud were way too tired to do anything. You'd simply collapse on the bed and the both of you would be out in seconds.

To say you were frustrated would be an understatement. You adored your boyfriend and were always in the mood for him, so you decided to take matters into your own hands—whether your boss was there or not.

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Scud groaned against your lips as your tongue slipped into his mouth. He backed you up against the wall and put his hands beside your head, caging you against his body so that you couldn't escape—not that you'd want to, anyway. Your hands ran over his chest before moving up, pulling him closer by tugging on his choker.

Scud groaned again and detached his lips from yours, trailing down your neck and sucking on the sweet spot above your collarbone, eliciting a breathless moan from you. You tilted your head back to give Scud more access to your neck, your mind fuzzy at the pleasurable feeling of your boyfriend's lips on your exposed skin.

However, as soon as your hands trailed down his chest and to the big bulge in his jeans, Scud shakily drew back and caught your hand with his. His pupils were blown with lust and you could barely see the beautiful blues of his eyes, so the action caught you off guard.

“What's wrong?” you whispered breathlessly, your eyes searching his for an answer.

Scud shook his head. “We can't, babe. B might walk in.”

A mischievous thought crossed your mind. You pouted and frowned, faking a sad look. “So you don't want this?”

“Of course I do,” Scud replied instantly. “There's nothing I want more.”

“Then what's the problem?”

“Like I said,” Scud said, brushing your hair out of your face. “B might walk in, and then we can both kiss our jobs goodbye.”

You smirked at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You tugged him into a heated kiss by his collar, which he instantly reciprocated. When you pulled away, you gave him a heated look and let your hands trail down to his belt buckle, beginning to unfasten it.

“When did you become so sensible?” you asked in a mockingly sweet voice. “Where's the dirty Josh I know?”

“Sweetheart...”

“I need you, Josh. I wanna have my mouth around your dick. And I know you want it, too.”

Scud groaned when he felt you begin to unfasten the button of his jeans and pull his zipper down. Any sense of sensibility he possessed was beginning to deteriorate, and he knew he should've stopped you—Blade was somewhere in the building. He could walk in on the two of you at any minute. But the sight of you pulling his pants and boxers down and dropping to your knees in front of him made any sensibility he had fly out the window.

You took Scud's cock in your hand and began to stroke him up and down, maintaining eye contact with the man. A deep, guttural groan resonated from his chest and he threw his head back, enjoying the feeling of your hands on him.

“You gotta stay quiet for me, pretty boy. We don't want Blade hearing anything,” you told him before licking a stripe up to his tip, licking up the precum in the way you knew would drive him insane.

Scud inhaled sharply and his hips jerked, all thoughts instantly leaving his mind. “Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, bringing his hands down to grip at your hair.

You continued to tease him like that for a while. You wanted him to be a whining mess, to have him beg for you. Whenever you were in control, you made Scud work for his pleasure.

And it didn't take long.

“Fuck,” Scud whined, gripping your hair tightly. “Please, baby. I need your mouth so bad. Please. Oh god, please.”

Satisfied, you finally took his cock in your mouth. The moan Scud let out was damn near pornographic, his head tilting back as he shut his eyes in pleasure. His grip on your hair only tightened, and you moaned around his cock at the painful yet pleasurable feeling.

“Fuck, baby,” Scud groaned when he felt your head begin to bob, sucking him off and bringing him pleasure in the way only you could. “Shit, feels so good.”

You hummed around his dick, the vibration adding to your boyfriend's growing pleasure. You continued to suck him off, your hands stroking in time with your mouth's movements on the parts of his cock you couldn't fit into your mouth. Every so often you'd pop your mouth off to swirl your tongue around his tip before resuming your previous action.

Scud's mind was fuzzy. The feeling of your mouth around him and the thought of being caught in the act made his body swarm with ecstasy. What the two of you were doing was risky, and Blade could walk in at any minute, but despite his earlier hesitancy, Scud was enjoying himself.

One final swirl of your tongue was all it took for Scud to come undone in your mouth. His cum flooded your mouth and you swallowed every drop you could, and what you couldn't dripped out from the corners of your mouth. When you were sure he was done, you withdrew your mouth with a pop and stood up, wiping your hand over your mouth and licking the cum from your hands.

Scud watched the action with half lidded eyes, his breathing heavy. His heart was pounding against his chest, his mind was still fuzzy and his body was filled with ecstasy. He felt good, all thanks to you.

You smiled at him and drew his boxers and jeans back up his body, fastening the button and redoing the belt buckle before leaning up to kiss him. Scud moaned at the taste of him on your lips, his hands moving up to cup your face as he kissed you deeper.

“Scud! Y/n! I have something you need to do!”

The sound of Blade's voice echoing from the next room drew you and Scud apart. You sighed heavily and took a step back, straightening your clothes and fixing your hair to look presentable.

Before you could walk away, Scud caught your hand and turned you around, pulling you into another kiss. He pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.

“I'm taking care of you tonight,” he promised you, before withdrawing and making his way over to the next room.

And boy, did he keep his promise.

©dixons-sunshine 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, adapted or translated to any other site or platform without evidence of my given consent.

[dix0nvix3n]

Sorry I haven't been active again, life is really tiring. Anyways, it's my birthday so I thought I'd post this edit I made a bit back so I can at least post something for y'all! This is also posted @ daryldixonvixen on tiktok :]

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Hello. Again. no I will not go into much detail, but teasing and literally edging Vamp!Scud with the smell of your blood.

Tying him to a chair and sitting opposite from him with a little switchblade, making the smallest little cuts on yourself and watching the way he whimpers and thrashes at the smell and the sight, fangs aching and cock throbbing.

[sstar-ggirl]

I feel silly what should I write???

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Help wanted

Scud Frohmeyer x Werewolf reader SMUT🔞🔞

"Fuck me if I’m wrong but scud just being pounced on by a desperate werewolf girl in heat would kinda be hot" AKA That request @norman-fucking-reedus sent my way (thanks!)

Your home was a mess. Your life was a mess, especially this last week. So much it made you forget to top up your drugs, and only found out when the symptoms of what you tried to keep away started kicking in.

You texted Scud, your dealer, to get your usual ready and you'd be on the way for pickup right away.

The worst part? You had to make a detour to an ATM, and had to take the bus instead of your car because it broke down last week and the bill to get it fixed was too high for your shitty paying job.

Busses kept running late, and three ATMs in you got the money to pay Scud but still needed to catch the last bus to get to his place.

By the time you made it up the stairs of his apartment building you were squeezing your thighs, sweating and almost panting as you agressively knocked on his door.

In your head it took him way too long to answer, tripping over your own feet into his apartment the second the door opened.

"Wow girlie, you alive?" His hand was on your arm, catching you with that stupid druggie smile on his face.

The heat spread from his touch right to your core, having to yank yourself free and bark at him to get your shit.

"Go grab my order, dumbass. I got your cash." Your voice held a growl and you wrre having a hard time controlling your shift.

He watched your eyes change and fangs protrude, turning and bending down to sift through his werewolf specific drug drawer, taking his sweet time to open his phone and check what exactly you needed, going bag by bag until he found the right one. He could hear your deep, growling breaths behind him but he wasn't gonna let you rush him. He wouldn't fuck up an order just because his customer had never heard of patience before.

He was taking too long. You didn't get your drugs in time and the consequences were biting you in the ass hard right now, as your claws reached to grab his hips to straighten him up and spin him around before shoving him backwards, making him land ass first on the bed.

"Yo, calm down doggie. I was getting your shit ready." He was up on his elbows when you pounced and straddled him, manhandling him onto the bed properly and shredding his shirt with your claws, taking some of his skin as well.

He was about to complain when your hips dragged over his and all he could do was whine along with you.

"Too slow. 's your problem now too.." Scud watched you grind yourself on his sweatpants covered cock that was getting painfully hard.

He'd never been interested in nonhumans, except for taking their money. But this? This was a welcome surprise.

"The hell do those drugs do?" You couldn't even answer him, mewling and panting with your tongue half out of your mouth, so close to finishing. Just a few more rolls of your hips and you were howling out in pleasure.

“Goddamn, that was hot.” He was breathing heavy himself, and ready to get away from underneath you to hand you your drugs and fix his problem, but you weren’t letting him go that easily. Your clawed hands were at the waistband of his sweats in one swift move snd shoved then down far enough to get his cock freed. Scud immediately reached to wrap his hand around it while you worked your own pants off, grabbing both his wrist in your clawed hand and holding them above his head. Your other hand wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezing hard as you lined him up with your entrance and sank down on him, taking his entire length in one move. You were barely keeping your control in check, needing to hold on so you wouldn’t accidenally kill him, but it was so hard to stay human. With your hands wrapped around his wrists above his head you kept bouncing on his cock, letting out small bits and pieces of your wolf to satisfy it more. Scud felt yoir body change against him. Long soft fur suddenly brushing against his leg where your tail swished while you rode him, a claw suddenly poking his sweats covered skin too where your feet changed into back paws.

Your fangs had been out for a while, aching to take a bite out of the cutie's arm.

"Fuck, baby 'm getting close.." You barely heard him mewling over the ringing in your head as your ears changed and pointed up.

You kept riding him, desparately chasing your high, needing to come without a single care for the one beneath you. He was begging to slow down, not even making it to his second full sentence before choking on his words as he came, spilling with a high pitched noise that barely made it out of his throat.

Even with him writhing you didn't stop, keeping up your pace while he pleaded to stop.

"Pleasee slow, slow down.. 's too much.." His begging was like music to your ears, only spurring you on to keep going. Removing one clawed hand from his wrists you moved to hold his hips still, he kept twitching and it threw off your rythm.

Scud's moans got louder with every squeeze of your walls around his cock, feeling himself get close his second orgasm quick.

"Feels nice, druggie." Your words fell onto deaf ears, seeing him with his head rolled to the side and breathing heavy. "Come on, keep up." You gave his hip a harsh squeeze, breaking the skin with your claws and earning a soft cry, voice cracked and hips twitching as he came for the second time.

Tears were freely spilling down his face, drool collecting at the corner of his mouth. Entirely fucked out he twitched with any of your touches.

Feeling him twitch inside of you as he came was so good it had you clench around him,making him a sobbing mess beneath you. Your own sighs and pants were becoming more desperate with each roll of your hips. You let go of his hands and bringing one down your body while he mumbled complaints. To o stubborn to ask for help you were pleased he took the hint and rubbed lazy circles on your clit. A few more thrusts with the added pleasure was all it took to have you come with a howl before collapsing on your dealer.

His hand came back from between you two and ended on your ass, absentmindedly squeezing as you both came back down to earth.

"Just call next time." The soft mumble of his voice was right next to your ear, making you grunt in response.

Your dealer was a goddamn idiot, and the only supplier near you so you had no choice to buy from him. But you might have changed your mind about him today.

Yay more Scud content!! We love our funky lil' stoner man.

[wednesdaysxreaders]

about me

tags for reach

so i’ve been wanting to make one of these for years. and now here i am.

i take x reader requests, but my first couple of posts might be scenes from various fics of mine to gain awareness. i’d prefer to write for underrated characters but i’ll absolutely do more popular characters as well. i’ll take smut requests but i can’t guarantee they’ll be good and not awkward lol.

also please please please be specific when sending in requests 🖤

fandoms i’ll write for can be found under read more (plus characters i’m eager to write).

keep in mind i’ll write for other characters as well these are just personal favorites of mine

marvel (mcu/netflix/fox/sony/blade/etc)

  hank mccoy

  alex summers

  raven darkholme

  kraglin obfonteri

  frank castle

  joshua “scud” frohmeyer

  asm/ps4 peter parker

  asm/ps4/raimi harry osborn

dc (dceu/dcau/cw/older films like burtonschumacher batman/etc)

  wally west (arrowverse)

  rory regan (arrowverse)

  rene ramirez (arrowverse)

  thea queen

  roy harper

  jason todd

  helena bertinelli

  harley quinn

  diana prince

  cisco ramon

  conner kent

star trek (preferably aos)

  pavel chekov

  leonard mccoy

  nyota uhura

  spock

star wars (original/prequel/au sequel)

  luke skywalker

  anakin skywalker

  poe dameron

  rey skywalker

  finn

  din djarin

  ezra bridger

  kanan jarrus

teen wolf

  brett talbot

  liam dunbar

  scott mccall

  isaac lahey

  lydia martin

  allison argent

  derek hale

  malia hale

the vampire diaries

  jeremy gilbert

  stefan salvatore

  katherine pierce

  rebekah mikaelson

  tyler lockwood

  matt donovan

  bonnie bennett

  caroline forbes

supernatural

  jack kline

twilight

  seth clearwater

  leah clearwater

  bella swan

  emmett cullen

  jasper cullen

  jacob black

resident evil

  leon s kenney

  claire redfield

  ada wong

  jill valentine

  carlos oliveira

  piers nivans

  jake mueller

(fear) the walking dead

  carl grimes

  daryl dixon

  benjamin

  siddiq

  glenn rhee

  maggie rhee

  beth greene

  enid

  nick clark

  alicia clarke

z nation

  10k

  roberta warren

  addy carver

  cassandra

the 100

  jasper jordan

  john murphy

  raven reyes

teenage mutant ninja turtles (bayverse)

  raphael

  april o’neil

stranger things

  steve harrington

  jonathan byers

  robin buckley

death note

  mail jeevas/matt

  mihael keehl/mello

  nate river/near

  misa amane

  touta matsuda

  l lawliet/l

black butler

  soma asman kadar

  agni

  mey-rin

  finnian

  bardroy

  grell suttcliffe

my hero academia

touya todoroki

tomura shigaraki

jin bubaigawara

shota aizawa

keigo takami

shoto todoroki

demon slayer

kyojuro rengoku

tengen uzui

tomioka giyu

mitsuri kanroji

tokyo revengers

ken ryuguji

manjiro sano

keisuke baji

percy jackson

  percy jackson

  annabeth chase

friday the 13th

  tommy jarvis

until dawn

  josh washington

  sam giddings

  mike munroe

mr robot

  elliot alderson

  darlene alderson

buffy the vampire slayer

  william pratt/spike

  buffy summers

  willow rosenberg

  cordelia chase

  faith lehane

the outsiders

  ponyboy curtis

  darry curtis

  dallas winston

it (adult losers preferred)

  adult!stanley uris

the last of us

  ellie williams

  dina

terminator

  john connor

harry potter

  neville longbottom

  ron weasley

  fred weasley

  george weasley

  luna lovegood

  hermione granger

  draco malfoy

  ginny weasley

transformers (bayverse + prime)

  mikaela banes

  cade yeager

  jack darby

  charlie watson

shadowhunters

  jace herondale

  isabelle lightwood

  clary fray

pacific rim

  raleigh becket

  mako mori

  jake pentecost

  amara namani

misc

  tomb raider

  the magnificent seven

  game of thrones

  bones

  criminal minds

  kick-ass

  mtv scream

  the vampire chronicles

  now you see me

  the umbrella academy

  saw

  american horror story

there’s most definitely more but these are all i have documented somewhere. if you don’t see something here, don’t hesitate to ask!

now, onto characters i absolutely will not write for reasons i won’t specify (unless you really want to know, then i suppose you could ask).

  kylo ren

  armitage hux

  negan

  pennywise

  jason voorhees

  freddy krueger

  michael myers

  tate langdon

  marius de romanus

  thanos

  transformers x human (the concept makes me uncomfortable, but if you really want it, i might consider it)

  billy hargrove

  theo raeken

  peter hale

  the bowers gang

enji todoroki

also any requests for canonly gay characters will be written with the proper gender reader in mind

[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.

➼ 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.

General taglist: @raddydaddydude @lovenormandixon @angeldemoncrowley @negansbestie @holdmytesseract @dixons-sunshine

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GIF & © below were made by me, glitter and 'sexual content' dividers are by @anitalenia

[dixonsdarkelf]

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

AO3 link

Alternate title: Damaskinos’ Daughter

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

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 766

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

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

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

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

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

Not that you would have tried to anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

General taglist: @raddydaddydude @lovenormandixon @angeldemoncrowley @negansbestie @holdmytesseract @dixons-sunshine

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GIF was made by me, dividers are by @anitalenia

[dixonsdarkelf]

AO3 link

❤️ fluff | 🖤 angst | 💓 smut | 👀 implied smut | 😉 suggestive content but no smut

➼ A Familiar Face ❤️

➼ You’re In Control ❤️🖤

➼ Joshua "Scud" Frohmeyer SFW Alphabet ❤️ 🖤

➼ Joshua "Scud" Frohmeyer NSFW Alphabet ❤️ 😉

➼ Joshua "Scud" Frohmeyer Headcanons ❤️ 👀 😉

[dix0nvix3n]

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Thinking about Daryl liking Reader's piercings and they get together and over time she has to get rid of most of her piercings over the years cause you don't exactly have the time or the resources to take care of piercings in an apocalypse. I have 10 piercings and most of them would have to go!

Her getting sad she has to take them out and he tells her she still looks amazing and she's at least happy about the ones she can keep. He helps her out with some piercings she doesn't know how to take out... Do I know how to take out my two helix rings on my right ear?? Nope. Imagining him finding wire cutters and cutting my helixes AGHHGH.

I love piercings, guys, I gotta talk about them. (I also need to talk about my thoughts about Scud with piercings 🤭 I have specifics on what piercings he'd look good with.)

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┊ ✩ ┊ 𖤐 ⊹ ‧ 𖤐 ‧ ⊹

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[dix0nvix3n]

I need Daryl and Scud to both hug me so tight that they crush all my bones but fix my heart :')

Oh god same. This made me think about what their hugs/ cuddling with them is like. Scud is the type to be very clingy when hugging you/ is very fidgety. Scud would constantly be playing with your hair and drawing patterns on your skin and the moment you try to pull away, he's pulling you back. Hugging and cuddling ends on his terms. Daryl doesn't outwardly show that clinginess as much as Scud (even though he is inwardly that clingy teehee) but he still does the mindless shapes and playing with your hair but he usually just wants to keep his arms as tight around you as possible, he loves being that protector for you, he loves that you feel safe in his arms. Both of them run like furnaces though, really good for when you're cold but if you're burning up and they're asleep holding you they both have a strong grip so it seems like you just have to suffer the rest of the night ehejhejeh! Also, they both have hands of hard work in very different ways but I just think their hands would feel so nice rubbing up and down your back.

[dix0nvix3n]

➳જ⁀➴ 𝕯𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 ⟡

₊˚✩ ₊˚ 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶/𝔥𝔢/𝔰𝔥𝔢 | 21 | 𝔈𝔑𝔉𝔓 | 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔦𝔡 | 𝔞𝔲𝔡𝔥𝔡 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 ₊˚✩ ₊˚

⭑✧˖°𖤓 Hi!! On this account I would prefer to be called Dagger as I would not like to reveal my real name here. I write X Reader fics for Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead and Scud from Blade 2. I'm completely new to writing so please be gentle lol. 𖤓°˖✧⭑

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩

⛥ 18+ to interact with me and my NSFW work, NSFW will always be marked as 18+, those works will say mdni but if you are a minor and do end up reading those fics, remember that I am not responsible for your media consumption.

⛥ Although I'm genderfluid I feel the most comfortable writing the reader as afab with she/her pronouns, I may potentially write gender neutral reader fics though. These things aside, anyone of any identity is of course allowed to read my work.

⛥ My fics will always come with a warning description of some kind and if I ever miss something you think should be in the warning, please let me know!

⛥ As I said I currently only write for Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead and Scud Frohmeyer from Blade 2, I hope to branch out to more Norman Reedus characters and maybe characters not played by him someday but I'm completely new to writing and really only know how to write for them so far.

⛥ Please note that I have severe anxiety when it comes to interacting with anything online which makes it very hard for me to reply to comments and comment on things, repost, and I often will love a fic and not even like the post because I get so in my head thinking that person will think of my interaction as weird. I know this probably doesn't make sense to a lot of people but please try and understand, I am currently trying to work on this but please know It's gonna take me a very long time.

ℜ𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰

⛥ I currently don't take requests because they seem a bit overwhelming for me at this time being but you can send me any thoughts and ideas you have about Daryl and Scud (some other Norman characters too! I have lots of thoughts about other characters Norman has played I just don't know how to write for them yet!) and I will try and give you my thoughts and ideas back!

ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬

⛥ Masterlist: Will be made at some point!!

⛥ Fics:

Stoner Daryl x Stoner Reader 18+ ✶❀

COMING SOON

Daryl x Reader Alexandria Christmas One-Shot ❀ COMING SOON

Scud X Reader Blade's Lair 18+ One-Shot ✶❀

COMING SOON

✶- Smut | ✧- Suggestive ❀-Fluff | ☽-Angst

𝔉𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔰 𝔄𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔐𝔢

⛥ I'm Autistic and have ADHD, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, probably several other problems I'm not aware of myself yet lmao, and I am also Anemic.

⛥ I've been to at least 15 concerts but need to recount actually how many, including 3 Warped Tours, so sorry to anyone who never got to go they were truly such unique experiences.

⛥ I have 7 piercings but have been pierced 8 times, fucked up my first eyebrow piercing lol. In order I got a septum, right eyebrow, daith, bridge, two helixes in one day, a conch and also my right eyebrow repierced on the same day. Also all the ear piercings are on my right ear cause I used to have the right side of my head shaved and an undercut so my left ear was never visible but with my new haircut,,, I really need some for the left ear.

⛥ Also, the conch jewelery is my only special piece of jewelery I have and I got it in memory of two things. The conch piece is a titanium dagger with a simple little jewel in the middle, when I saw it I immediately thought of Daryl and his big knives/daggers and also a reference to the band Witchdagger from Night In The Woods, a game that fundamentally helped me grow as a person.

⛥ The reason I changed my hair from the side shave was so I could actually grow it out and cut it to Scud's hairstyle, that fucker is soooo gender.

⛥ I don't know much about my zodiac signs but I'm a Cancer Sun, Scorpio Moon, Capricorn Rising.

⛥ My favorite fruits are peaches, oranges, and raspberries.

⛥ I edit occasionally when I have the mental energy which is rare but I post them @ daryldixonvixen on tiktok if anyone is interested, will possibly start posting my edits on instagram too :)

⛥ and uhhhh I'll keep adding to these when I think of more

And here's what the conch piercing looks like if anyone wanted to see it :]

[dixons-sunshine]

Once again doing this (I hate myself) but I've been working on multiple requests, combining some requests and figuring out how to write smut half decently. I've narrowed the 10 requests in my inbox down to only five fics by combining them, so which one would y'all like to see first?

[dix0nvix3n]

Would you guys be able to send me any thoughts you have about Daryl in my asks? Just any thoughts you have about him that I could turn into blurbs or potential full fics. I think I have 5 wips of actual fics I haven't touched in a while, I legit just can't finish anything. It takes me so long to write and I also have my series I want to write but I wanna be able to get more content out and share my ideas and just blurbs and drabbles are so much easier for right now. (Send Scud thoughts as well teehee)