SCUUDDD NOOOOOO MY BOOYYY

SCUUDDD NOOOOOO MY BOOYYY🙁🙁💔💔

THEY EXPLODED MY BF STOAAWWPPP I LOVED HIM SO MUCH😭

~•♡•~ 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.

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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.

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NSFW Alphabet: Scud

❧ Pairing: Scud x Female Reader ❧ Warnings: SMUT (obviously), swearing ❧ From this template

❧ A/N: More Scud content, this time a NSFW alphabet. I need to write a full oneshot for him again. He's so cute. He deserved better. They should've just kept him as a quirky side character but of course they had to do my man dirty smh. We won't go into that here tho. This is just a bunch of smutty headcanons for my man Scud from Blade II. <3

❧ A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Scud strikes me as the kind of guy who would fall asleep pretty quickly after sex. He'd be very sleepy and cuddly for sure. Of course, he'd try to stay awake to talk to you, but after a while he just dozes off, probably with his face buried in your hair or in the crook of your shoulder. If he has more energy afterwards, though, maybe he'll rub your back or feet... He might have a bit of a foot fetish, depending on if you're accommodating to that kind of thing.

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

Oh, well this kind of plays into the foot fetish thing but I think he has a slight fascination with your feet for some reason. Not super crazy, but he likes to rub them a lot, and it turns him on a little when you let him um... lick them or suck on your toes. He likes being a little subservient to you, and when you let him kiss your feet, he finds it hot. Please don't kill me PLEASE I just think Scud has a slight foot fetish OK? I can't explain it, I just channeled it from the depths of Hell.

But other than that, boobs and ass. Obviously.

And I think his favorite part of his own body is just his dick probably. It gives him pleasure, and he probably has a name for it, so why not?

❧ C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to make a little mess of you, I think. I will try not to be too gross with this, but after all, it is a smut alphabet so... I think he really likes to give you a "cream pie." You know, when he comes inside of you, then lets it all slowly drip out onto your folds. I think he'd play with it a lot, maybe use the tip of his cock to spread it around, and bury himself back inside you to push some more back in. By the time he's done, it's a big mess, with the white stuff all over you and probably the sheets, too.

He's also fascinated by your... ejaculate? (I still don't fully know what female vaginal excretions are called, and "cum" just doesn't seem right.) He likes to pull himself out every once in a while between thrusts just to look at your shiny natural lubricant that has accumulated on his cock. He'll lick it up, too, tickling your slit before plunging himself back in.

On a somewhat related note, I think he's got a little thing for your underwear, too. You know how a woman excretes vaginal discharge throughout her cycle? Well, I think he likes to do a cheeky sniff of your dirty panties every once in a while. See kink for more panty info...

❧ D = Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hm, well Scud seems kind of like an open book to me. I don't think he holds anything back, so I will actually say he doesn't have any dirty secrets. He lets you know all his quirks and kinks and preferences.

❧ E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Pretty experienced, I think. I think Scud has had sex before you. Then again, I do also think Scud is kind of a nerd at heart (he's got that stoner geek vibe), so I don't think he got too much action before you, either. Just an average amount.

Scud knows what he's doing, yes. I mean, as much as any man can know what he's doing. He knows what you like because you're comfortable with him, and he's comfortable with you. He lets you know that you can tell him anything, and Scud is pretty open-minded when it comes to sex I think, so he will be receptive to pretty much anything. Thus, I think he's quite experienced and has done a lot of things at least once.

❧ F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

He has quite a few, actually. I mean, he likes them all, but he's definitely quite adventurous, so he knows a lot of them, and has his little favorites. He loves a good reverse cowgirl (aka, you're on top, facing the other direction). He gets a great view of your butt, and he likes to watch himself inside of you. Also, I think Scud is bit... lazy, so he likes being on the bottom and letting you use him to your heart's content.

When he is feeling more energetic, I think he also really likes what Women's Health magazine tells me is called the Leap Frog. Basically, a form of doggy style, I guess? Except your ass is more up in the air, which he enjoys for spanking, I would imagine. Yes, Scud likes to spank you quite a bit, and to pinch your ass a little, and maybe bite it, too. He's just a horny, horny guy.

Oh, and 69, with him on the bottom (of course). There are few things Scud loves more than getting his dick sucked, and few things he loves more than tasting all that juice that pours out of you when he's swirling his agile tongue around your clit. That's just about as close to Heaven as he can get. And you can bet your ass (lol) that he's going to lick your asshole, too. He can't help himself, and he likes how you giggle when he tickles you there.

❧ G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

Humorous, for sure. Scud doesn't take much seriously, I think. He likes to make kinky/flirty jokes with you, and the two of you laugh a lot during sex, until it's almost time to come, then it gets a little serious, since it feels so damn good.

❧ H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

Scud is pretty good about taking care of his hair, I think. That being said, I don't think he cares much about his... pubes. He has an adorable little happy trail, too, and honestly, I'd be annoyed if he shaved it. It's so cute/sexy.

I think he also loves when you let your pubic hair grow out, too. I mean, he doesn't care much either way, whatever you prefer is fine, but he does think your patch of hairs on your mound is very cute and pretty. Though, if you want to shave it, he is more than happy to help you, if you want... Hell, he'll help you shave your legs, too, as long as you let him kiss your feet a little (sorry).

❧ I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Scud isn't the most romantic person on the planet, but he tries. Well, to be honest, I think Scud's attempts at being romantic always just morph into him saying something incredibly raunchy/sexual, but that's basically his way of saying "I love you."

❧ J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates probably once a day, I think. I mean, unless you have sex that day, then he doesn't really need it, but he has quite a sex drive. I think his favorite thing to do, though, is mutual masturbation, where you both do the deed in front of each other. He likes watching you play with yourself until you come, and he'll have no choice but to get himself off while you're at it. He also likes when you jerk each other off, his hand rubbing you while your hand strokes his cock.

Tying into the panties thing I mentioned earlier, I can definitely see him pulling some of your used panties from the hamper and jerking himself off with them. In other words, he likes to put his hard cock through your panties and rub it with the soft lacy fabric, getting his ejaculate all over them... I mean, they were already dirty anyway.

❧ K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

What kink doesn't this man have? I think I've already mentioned a few of them (feet, panties, asshole licking...), but voyeurism is also something he likes. He loves when you let him watch you pleasure yourself. He won't touch himself, he'll just watch. There have also been a few times he's caught you touching yourself, and he won't reveal himself until you're done, just because he likes the idea of you not knowing he’s watching you.

We all know that Scud is also a pretty habitual stoner, so I think he'd have a thing for having sex while high, too. Bonus points if you let him blow some smoke into your mouth, or your vagina. I told you he was a kinky little shit.

❧ L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

I think he really likes doing it in his van. You know, that big van with all the technology rigged up that we see in the movie. I think he likes doing it in the back of that van, or maybe occasionally in a public restroom, depending on how adventurous the two of you feel.

❧ N = No (Something they won’t do, turn offs)

Hm, there isn't much Scud won't do, actually. I think he might draw the line at like coprophilia lol and obviously he's not into stuff like dubious consent. Other than that, not much is a turn off for him. I think he likes someone who isn't judgmental, so being overly close minded is something he doesn't like much. That being said, of course he always appreciates your boundaries and won't force you to do anything you're not comfortable with. As long as you don't give him too hard of a time for his little quirks and kinks, he's happy. He'll gladly take teasing, though.

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

He likes both equally I think. I mean, I don't think I'd ever write a character who didn't enjoy going down on you as much as he enjoys when you go down on him.

He's so good at oral. He has a crazy tongue. It's so long and wide... He knows what he's doing with it, too. He can go down on you for so long. Scud isn't a very patient guy in general, but when he's eating you out, he will lick and lick and lick until you're shaking and moaning his name just the way he likes. He won't even stop after you come. He'll keep going, letting his tongue lap up every last ounce of your sweet arousal.

❧ P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I think Scud goes pretty fast most of the time. He likes to be a little rough, too. I mentioned he likes to spank and pinch you a lot (not to the point of hurting you too much, of course), and that's definitely true. If you ask him to choke you a little, he'll do that too, though I think he might like being choked by you a little more...

He will go slow, too, usually when he's high or just tired. Those are mostly the times when he lays down and lets you ride him, with his half-lidded eyes watching your body bounce up and down on top of him, his hands behind his head with a joint between his lips. He might reach up to squeeze your breasts, or ask you to turn around and ride him reverse cowgirl style, so he can get a good look at your ass. Either way, those are the times he doesn't mind you going slow, or fast, whichever you want. Scud is not picky.

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

Oh, he's all for them. Any kind of sex with you he can get, he'll take it, even if you guys don't have enough time to do some of the more freaky stuff he likes. Quickies are good for when he's got a project he needs to work on, but you're teasing him and walking around the workshop all seductively, trying to get his attention (when do you not have his attention, though?). He'll huff and puff, but he loves an impromptu quickie. Keeps things interesting, and that post-nut clarity helps him with his work (he thinks), so why not?

❧ R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

I think I've said this at least two or three times, but yes, Scud loves to take risks and try new things! He's very adventurous in bed, and sometimes he gets bored of doing the same thing over and over again (no matter how much he loves it). He needs a little variety thrown in there, so he's always coming up with new ideas. After all, Scud is pretty smart, and he is always innovating, even in the bedroom. He might put his half an engineering degree to use when he comes up with a new sex position, one that seems to defy the laws of gravity. Trial and error is always needed, of course. That just means more time to perfect his technique. Scud also seems like the kind of guy to draw out his new sex position ideas in a notebook, probably some crude little doodle near his engineering notes. He's so cute, and nerdy.

❧ S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

I think it depends. When he has a lot of energy, he can go for two to three rounds, and he lasts a while, too. On the flip side, when he's high or tired, he is more subdued and can go one round, but he still lasts a while. Either way, he's good.

❧ T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Scud loves a good sex toy. Man, I wouldn't be surprised if this guy made his own sex toys. Maybe he'd gift you one for your birthday, and try it out on you that night. You're like his little guinea pig, "testing the product," he'd say. Though you might be a bit wary at first (homemade sex toy? Sounds weird), but you trust him enough to know he wouldn't put anything near your delicate lady parts unless it was safe. And Scud knows how to put together a good vibrator, of that you can be sure. Even the lowest setting would be so intense you might have to tell him to reduce the vibrations. Back to the drawing board.

And Scud also loves when you use sex toys on him. I honestly don't know much about sex toys that are made for men, but I am sure he'd love a vibrator tickling his sensitive parts, too. Anything that teases him is welcome as well.

❧ U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Speaking of teasing, he loves it. He likes to tease you quite a bit, both outside of the bedroom and inside of it. Scud loves being teased even more. He'll actually ask you to tease him more, to get him close to coming before taking away the stimulation and letting him suffer just a little. He likes being at your disposal, so whenever you want to make him beg for you, he'll be happy to oblige. He likes begging. Especially when you make him lick your feet. I'M SORRY.

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

He's moderately loud I think. I don't see Scud as being a screamer or anything, but he'll moan a lot throughout the whole session. He's a dirty talker, too. He says some nasty shit, all with that Machiavellian little smirk on his face.

❧ W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

Speaking of sounds, I think Scud has a big thing for, um... the sounds of sex. He likes the sound of skin on skin and the wetness of you as his cock snakes its way inside of your perfectly moist (sorry) body. He wants you as soaking wet as possible so he can hear those sounds. He'll do whatever it takes—he'll coat you in his spit, he'll come on you, he'll put some fancy lube on you... Whatever it takes to get you all slicked up and to hear those sounds coming from your wet folds as he fingers you or puts his cock in you. That gets him going.

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

Dick size, right? I am assuming this is talking about dick size, as I usually do for these alphabets. Well, I firmly believe all Norman characters have the same dick lmao (same guy, same dick)—average length, above average thickness. The man has thick fingers, so I just like to assume his dick is similar.

Aside from the length and girth, I think he's got a pretty veiny dick, with a rather cute pink tip (dicks are cute to me, shut up). I also hypothesize that all Norman characters are circumcised. I will not be taking questions at this time. Circumcised or die.

❧ Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very. I already answered this oops. But yeah, super high sex drive. Probably would have sex with you every single day if he could. He loves it. Sex is one of his favorite things. When he's not thinking about building things or smoking pot, he's thinking about fucking you, or masturbating to you. Usually fucking you. Scud's brain is like 25% sex, 25% boobs and ass, 25% pot, 25% nerdy shit.

❧ Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Oh, shit I already answered this too rip. Um pretty fast I think. He's a sleepy boy. Goodnight, Scud.

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me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

ITS 1AM JUST GOT DONE WATCHING THE FIRST BLADE MOVIE AND IT WAS GOOD, NOW ITS TIME FOR THE SECOND BALDE MOVIE WITH SCUD MUAHHAHE

ALSO BLADE STARTED SPEAKING RUSSIAN AT THE END??? WE LOVE A MULTILINGUAL KING‼️

Season 11 TWD spoiler!

Connie and Daryl meeting up again was so cute. Tis season is so good and sm happening at once I love it. And Carol telling Daryl he should have asked her to the dance IM SOBBING. Daryl best dad out there too. Atp idk what I’m saying anymore. Daryl is so fine okay bye I’m gonna go explode