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summary: the ghostface mask was infamous, probably the most iconic thing to come out of the 'scream' franchise. however, that night, it would become infamous for you for another reason...and bring out a completely different kind of scream.
pairing: scud frohmeyer x fem!reader
era: can be canon or an au, it's not relevant for the fic
genre: smut
word count: 2.2k
warnings: mdni, smut, unprotected p in v (i do not endorse plz wrap it before you tap it), masked sex, overstimulation, reader cries a little because of said overstimulation, hella praise kink bc it's my fave, scud is a man possessed, reader gets fucked dumb, established relationship, rough sex (i think?), they have a safe word in place but it doesn't get used, p without plot, this is a wild ride plz buckle the fuck up and keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times, no use of y/n, i have a headcanon that scud has adhd & that gets referenced here hehe, the title is a play on the line 'surprise, sidney' (for those who haven't seen the movie), reader is mentioned as having had curls in her hair but that could be either because she has curly hair or she curled her hair earlier but it doesn't matter, SLOPPY MAKEOUT WITH THE MASK ON THIS IS SOME FREAK SHIT HELL YEAH, <- ty for that idea may, if there's somehow anything i forgot plz let me know but i think that's it.
author's note: first things first, thank you to my beta readers @pearlessance and @millermouth. i wouldn't have been able to make this fic what it is without your feedback & suggestions. and thank you to @angelicarlert for help with the summary because i was struggling with that shit. love you all down bad 🫶🏻 second, this is my first fic of this type (masked sex), so while it's not perfect, i certainly did my best. and i'll definitely be writing more fics like this in the future 🙂↕️ plz heed the warnings & remember that you alone are responsible for your own consumption. i hope you freaks enjoy this. reblogs & comments are always appreciated 🖤
First, he had you up against the wall, wrists pinned over your head, driving into you with his thumb pressed to your clit. Then, you were bent over the bed, face-down-ass-up while he pulled your hair and whispered the filthiest praises in your ear. Now, you were pinned on your back, your man caged between your legs, only a breath between your bodies as he hit spots inside you you could never reach on your own.
All because of a Ghostface mask.
You’d found the “silly thing”, as you called it, when you were helping your partner clean out his closet. The two of you had finally secured your dream home after months of spending evenings on Zillow, attending open houses, and having every offer beaten by rich couples who offered cash up front. You finished your packing early, excited to finally escape your prick of a landlord and be able to come home to your man every night, and given that your partner was far more disorganized than you, you agreed to provide some help.
One afternoon, you were throwing a myriad of non-essentials into boxes—clothes that’d fallen off of hangers, random bits he’d accumulated as part of the ADHD habit of collecting hobbies, and whatever was too big for the junk drawer. Something in the far back corner of his closet caught your eye, its bright white surface a juxtaposition to the dark grey blanket concealing it. Pulling it out, a smile crept across your face as you immediately recognized the mask of the iconic Scream franchise killer.
“Josh? What the hell is this?”
He peered back over his shoulder just in time to see you hold it up to your face, tilting your head like you were studying him. He practically snorted trying not to laugh. “Cool, right? Got that thing ages ago.”
You rotated it in your hands, fingertips gliding along its smooth curves. “Where’s the rest of it?”
“Dunno,” he shrugged, tossing an unfolded t-shirt into a plastic storage bin. “Can’t find it for the life of me.”
You cocked an eyebrow, biting your tongue to stifle the giggle that demanded to slip past your lips. “Why not throw it away, then? No sense in keeping the silly thing otherwise.”
“You never know, babygirl,” he quipped. “That 'silly thing' could come in handy one day.”
With a disgruntled sigh, you tossed the mask to the side. It collided with a box with a soft thud, fabric lying in a heap with the rubber face down, making its home somewhere amongst ripped jeans and forgotten hobbies. Every free moment you’d had over the last few months had been dedicated to house hunting, committing real estate jargon to memory, and finalizing all of the logistics. There wasn’t a single scrap of energy you could spare to argue with him on the matter.
“If you say so.”
While in the beginning stages of unpacking on your first day in your new home–searching for something you couldn’t even recall by now–you’d found it again. But when you showed Scud, he surprised you with a proposition you simply couldn’t refuse. One that lit a roaring fire in your gut and sparked a flutter between your legs. You’d been discussing wanting to be more experimental in the bedroom, so one conversation and an established safe word later, here you were, your partner donning the mask and pounding into you with a bruising grip on your hips.
Come in handy it certainly did.
The squeals of the oak bed frame and your sweat-slicked bodies slapping in sync echoed off the drywall. Every ridge, every pulsating vein felt like heaven against your walls as he stretched you again and again. The delicious, tingling burn from earlier was long gone, fading into something far sweeter, far more delectable. While your body remained anchored beneath him, your mind was in the clouds, flying high, your entire world reduced to nothing but him, his sultry words, and his cock.
Normally, sexy time with your man was giggly, sweet, hot all at the same time, and you never walked away anything less than fully satisfied. But this was different. Different in a way you didn’t know you’d been craving. Putting on the mask seemed to give him the confidence to devour you in ways he’d only ever fantasized about. It unleashed something, a side of him that you’d never seen and he’d never explored. A ravenous side that made you clamp down around him so hard that it bordered on pleasure and pain. One that’d already gotten two orgasms out of you and still wasn’t finished.
This was far from lovemaking.
Your nails dug into his back, crescent-shaped imprints forming in his skin as you clung to him like you were afraid you’d fall. Stray tears seeped between your lashes, and a string of soft whimpers dripped off your tongue, sweet as honey.
He may have been muffled behind the mask, but his words of praise were no less sexy. “Takin’ me so good.”
Deft fingers wandered up your side, his featherlight, almost ticklish touch a stark contrast to the way he jackhammered into you. When you attempted to wriggle away from the overstimulation, he responded with a sharp snap of his hips, an unspoken reminder of how much you’d begged for this, said you wanted it, needed it. Scud knew you’d use your safe word if it truly were too much. But regardless of how sensitive, how overwhelmed and wrecked you felt, it was blissful all the same. He chuckled at your desperation before snaking his hand into your hair and tugging, tilting your head back to encourage you to look in the mirror propped up on the wall behind you. If you weren’t already overstimulated, you’d be mortified at the mess staring back at you.
Tears streaked from your lash line to your jaw, leaving dark trails of mascara in their wake. Your perfect curls from before were disheveled beyond comprehension, and the lipstick you’d worn at your man’s request was everywhere but where it should be, the cherry hue coating your chin and cheeks. He met your gaze in the mirror, and you could practically feel the smirk hidden beneath the Ghostface hovering over you.
“See how beautiful you look?” His hips snapped against yours, and the gush that followed was obscene, borderline humiliating. He pulled out, his pace achingly slow, dragging his tip over that spongy spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. “All wrecked?” A dark chuckle reverberated from his throat, watching you squirm and grit your teeth below him, and he snapped his hips again, pulling a pathetic whine from your lips. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.”
The mask’s hollow black eyes remained locked on you, admiring the way your mouth fell open and your cheeks flushed fire-engine red. But behind those empty pools of darkness were his somber ocean eyes—the ones that saw you at your worst and loved you through it, that scanned every crowded room for you, that found you beautiful whether you were all dolled up for a night out or fresh out of bed with morning breath. And that flicker of realization wound the coil in your lower abdomen even tighter.
He released his grip on your hair, his skilled digits slithering between your bodies and dipping between your folds. You bucked involuntarily at the sensation, unbridled ecstasy shooting straight to your core with the friction of little figure-eights over that sensitive bundle of nerves. His voice was thick, raspy, and the words fell from his tongue like a prayer, a plea, as if he needed to feel you unravel. “C’mon, sweetheart. Gimme one more.”
Your thighs constricted him, heels pressing into the small of his back. You weren’t sure you had it in you—you were already worn out from two—but as the coil in your lower abdomen twisted tighter, it became clear your body had other plans. Your breasts bounced in tandem with his thrusts, and the friction of your nipples grazing his chest was the final bit of stimulation needed to push you over the edge.
“Oh my god, Josh—oh—fuck—fuckfuckfuck—”
Pure, unadulterated bliss ripped through you, every cell in your body singing his praises as you came undone. Your whole frame shook, clinging to him for dear life as your walls spasmed around him, desperate to pull him deeper. Your sweet nectar seeped out around him, soaking his length, eyes screwed shut to allow yourself to drown every wave crashing over you. All you could muster up were broken moans and shattered cries of his name, the combination of his tip nudging that magic spot inside you and his thumb mercilessly working your clit almost too much to bear.
“Good—shit…good girl,” he groaned, voice wavering. “Squeeze my fuckin’ cock.”
He was teetering right on the edge, evident in the way he twitched inside you and the strain between his words. In the rapid heaving of his chest and his relentless pace. But he held on with whatever thread of composure remained, waiting for you to say the magic word that would drag him straight to paradise.
You had barely anything left, aftershocks still wracking your body and your lungs still crying out for air. But between sharp inhales, you whispered the one word that would give him the relief he desperately craved.
“Please.”
You didn’t need to tell him twice.
With one final sheath and a moan of your name, he emptied into your deepest point, thick ropes of hot release coating your walls. His rhythmic precision faltered, turned erratic and sloppy as he tried to fuck you through his own high. His muscles rippled under your touch, grunts growing breathy as he buried his face in your neck, the mask’s fabric hood tickling your skin. He was a man possessed, refusing to let up until he’d been milked for every last drop.
After another one, two, three lazy thrusts, he crashed on top of you, your chests heaving in harmony as you both fought to catch your breath. You didn’t move, didn’t say anything at first, knowing no amount of words could do such a session justice. You simply held each other, basking in the afterglow of a mind-numbing high. The scent of arousal and musk swirled thick and heavy around you, settling into the silence between inhales.
Your declaration was the first to permeate the still air, voice trembling as you still fought for air. “I’ve…never seen you that…intense before.”
He reached up to pull the mask off, but before he could, you lifted your head just enough to place one tender, lingering kiss to the mask’s clothed mouth. It was just meant to be that—a chaste ‘thank you’ for the wildest ride of your life. But then his lips moved against yours, his tongue darting out to feel you through the fabric. The soft, surprised hitch of your breath was quickly swallowed by his open mouth, and despite having nothing left to give, you fought to kiss back. It was sloppy, messy, tongues trying to tangle through the sopping barrier between you. If you weren’t already fully spent, muscles now turned to jelly, that would’ve lit that fire in you all over again.
Only once your head lulled back did he remove the mask, tugging it off and blindly tossing it onto the floor behind him. Now, you could properly take in the sight of him blissed out above you, coming down from the highest high he’d ever hit. Could drink in the sight of his pupils swallowing the color of his irises, the stray strands of hair sticking to the sweat dotting his hairline, and the silly, languid grin tugging at his lips. And you’d be damned if you didn’t say it was the most beautiful sight you’d ever laid eyes on.
“Seein’ how you reacted…I don’t know. It did somethin’ to me.” His kiss to your jaw was delicate, tender, a gentle outreach to soothe you and bring you back down to Earth. One turned into two, then a series of pecks that traveled down your neck. “Brought somethin’ out.”
“Well…whatever it brought out,” you croaked between gasps, “tell it…it can come back again.” Your eyelids felt weighed down, heavy like lead, fighting to close in spite of your best efforts. “But maybe not…for a while.”
His kisses trailed back up, taking the same path, pressing a final one to the sweet spot just below your ear that lingered a little longer than the rest. He cupped your face with one hand, brushing a stray tear away with his thumb and smearing mascara up your cheekbone. “You okay?”
“Oh yeah,” you affirmed with a weak nod, the rapid rise and fall of your chest finally beginning to steady out. “I’m…fucking fantastic, actually .”
He nodded in the general direction of the mask, a playful glint in his baby blues. “Still think it’s silly?”
You swallowed hard, throat parched, feeling tongue-tied as you tried to meet his sass with equal snark. But your rebuttal came out slurred, almost drunken despite being stone-cold sober. “Not…even’a lllllil’ bit.”
“Still with me, beautiful?” he teased, gently patting your cheek.
All you could do was hum in response, letting your eyes finally flutter closed and your body go limp, unable to resist its demand for rest.
He pulled out of you slowly, eyeing between your bodies to watch the mess you’d created spill from your center onto the sheets, pooling beneath you. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” With an equally amused and exhausted chuckle, he placed a tender kiss on your forehead, smiling softly as a familiar flush crept up your neck. “And then, we’re takin’ a nap. Think we both need one after that.”
A/N: I don’t even know how to summarize this. I have no idea what this is. I was going through some of my old drafts and I stumbled across this and I have no recollection of ever writing this? This is honestly not that great to me but I haven’t posted for Scud in a hot minute, so here is...this lol.
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“Shit. Shit!”
That singular word seemed to be the only thing able to leave your mouth at that moment. You were in a haste to get ready, acutely aware that your date would show up at your door at any given moment.
And you could not, for the life of you, find your shoes.
“Calm down, babe,” your roommate, Emma, told you with a light laugh, walking into your room whilst holding up the very footwear you had nearly destroyed your room looking for. “I found them.”
Pure, unadulterated relief flooded through your body. “Oh my god, thank you!” You rushed forward and took the shoes from her, giving her a quick hug before moving to sit down on your bed. You slipped them on, and in the nick of time as well. A knock could be heard from the front door, making your heart nearly leap from your chest. “How do I look?” you inquired, standing up and smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed on your shirt.
“You look good enough to eat,” Emma told you, eliciting a small laugh from you. “Go on now. I did not lend you my favourite shirt just so that you can chicken out of your date. Go have fun.”
“Thank you,” you replied, sending her a smile. “I’ll be back by midnight.”
“I highly doubt that,” she laughed. “Now go!”
“Okay!” you chuckled. You sent her one last look before making your way out of your room and towards the front door. You took a deep breath, before opening the door.
Your breath hitched at the sight in front of you. You locked eyes with those familiar blue ones of Joshua “Scud” Frohmeyer, the aforementioned man holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. His eyes widened slightly, his gaze trailing over your body, making you duck your head shyly.
Wow.” Those were the first words that fell from Scud’s lips. “You look amazin’.” He shook his head to clear his thoughts, clearing his throat and extending the bouquet towards you. “I got this for you.”
You gave him a shy smile. “Thank you,” you said softly, gently taking it from his hands. You sniffed at the flowers, the sweet aroma filling your senses. “You didn’t have to.”
“‘Course I did,” Scud replied with a smile, watching as you gently placed the bouquet down on the table next to the door. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah. Just let me get a vase for this.”
“No need. I got it,” Emma’s voice rang out from behind you, startling you. You turned around to face her, watching as she took the flowers into her hands. “I expect her back in one piece,” she told Scud ‘threateningly’.
Scud simply chuckled and gave her a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am. You have nothin’ to worry about.” He extended his arm towards you. “Let’s go, beautiful.”
Emma gently pushed you forward, urging you to link your arm through Scud’s. When you were out of the door, she sent you one last smile before closing the door. “Have fun, kids!”
The two of you shared a look. You laughed lightly and shook your head. “So where are we going?” you asked him as the two of you started walking down the stairs of your apartment building.
“Do you trust me?” Scud asked you, his blue eyes flickering over to you.
You nodded. “Of course I do.”
“Then jus’ trust me when I say you’ll like what I have planned.”
“You’re not going to kill me, are you?” you asked jokingly, successfully eliciting a laugh from the man.
“Nah,” he replied easily, “I like you too much.”
“Well that’s reassuring,” you laughed.
Scud chuckled again. “I thought you trusted me?”
“I’m not so sure anymore.” You were just joking. You did trust him. He knew you did. He knew you were just teasing him.
“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see how the night plays out.”
this man cannot get enough head from you. and i mean anywhere, anytime, any place, doesn’t matter. blade could be right around the corner and he’d still be whimpering in your ear trying to keep quiet as he ruts into you, “baby please, need you so bad.”
he’s horny 24/7 and is absolutely not afraid to beg for it; honestly likes to be a pathetic, whiny mess for you. he’ll shamelessly get down on his knees, pleading like the greedy boy he was.
“come on baby, i’ll be so good for ya, just need to feel those pretty lips. do you know how good you make me feel?” and how could you possibly say no to your sweet, needy man? you’ll play hard to get for sure, but when it came down to it, you wanted him down your throat just a bad as he did. you loved how vocal he got. when he became a twitching and overstimulated mess beneath you. you’d suck him past his orgasm, even when he had to hold himself back from pushing you off, his overused, and oh so sensitive cock screaming at him to stop, but he liked it, and you knew that. “fuck, that’s so good mommy,” he’d weep, tears threatening to spill down his flushed cheeks
of course, he’d always return the favour with ample enthusiasm (and skill), he was greedy but certainly not selfish. he’s just as big a fein of eating you out, could do it till the sun rose and you both passed out, so high and fucked out you’d fall asleep still naked, in a heap of tangled limbs.
and god he loved when you’d wake him up later, lips kissing and licking him out of his stoned slumber. your lips wrapping around his weeping tip as you watched him moan and whine nonsense into the hazy, afternoon air. he wouldn’t even open his eyes at first, just grab your cheek gently, coaxing you to take him deeper. “oh shit baby, your so fucking good to me. mhm, just like that.”
you never felt used, you loved to treat your man. after all, you were just as slutty as he was.
Warnings: sub!Scud? Swearing, Sex, Unprotected Sex(don't be silly guys), Smoking, Mention of scars. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
You were the newest member on Blade's team, and you were eager to start your work. Your job would be designing the bombs and other things Blade needed. Then, you'd give your designs over to someone named Scud, as Blade told you. Currently, Blade was showing you around. He took you up to the second level where you saw a man lighting a joint with a welder. Blade cleared his throat, "Scud, we have our newest member." Scud looked up like he was in trouble, his joint hanging loosely from his lips; he quickly put on a smile though. "This is Y/N, she's our new designer." Scud nodded as you gave a small wave, "The name's Josh, but you can call me Scud though, everybody does." You nodded and Blade said, "Scud, show her to her desk and new room, I've got important business to take care of with Whistler." Scud nodded, "I gotchu B, c'mon Y/N." He motioned for you to follow and so you did.
He led you into a small side room, "It's not much but the warehouse is crowded. You should be comfortable here mamas." You chuckled at his nickname, "Thanks." You said, walking into the small room to settle in as he left to go back to his work. You sighed softly and sat on the small bed. You couldn't help but think about Scud and how attractive he was. It made you nervous inside but also insanely eager. You knew it was a workplace but at this moment you didn't care.
You left your room and walked out to where Scud was working. "Hey Scuddy." He looked up and smiled at the nickname, "Heyo." You stood by his desk, lifting yourself to sit on it as he was hunched over it messing with something with a screwdriver. "Whatcha up to?" He began to explain the inner working of the bomb he was working on, which you didn't quite understand, but you didn't care. The way his wet lips glistened in the light as he spoke, the way his messy dark brown hair fell into his face, how his arms seemed to flex under his jacket. "Whatcha starin' like that for? You makin' me nervous." He commented, snapping you out of your mental state. "Making you nervous?" You asked, smirking slightly. He licked his lips nervously, "Y- yeah, y'know- watchin' me work n all that." His cheeks dusted pink as you stared into his crystal blue eyes. He looked away and back to is work, his hands slightly shaking. You hopped off his desk, "It's late...goodnight Scuddy." You said, almost seductively; while tracing a hand over his shoulder and down his back. You felt him shiver. "G'night mamas." He called after you as you walked back into your room.
You lied in your bed, thinking about him. You found him incredible attractive and you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss his soft, wet, lips; to tug at his shaggy, dark brown hair; and to pull him closer to you by his choker he always wore. You wanted this man, no, you needed this man. You groaned and rolled over in bed, burying your face into your pillow; wishing he was the reason your face was in the pillow. Eventually, sleep took over your body and you drifted off.
The next morning you awoke to the sounds of crashing from outside your room. You mumbled to yourself tiredly before dragging yourself out of bed and and changing, then walking out your door. You rubbed your eyes, messy hair falling around your face as you walked into the main room. Scud was standing over a bunch of burnt up pieces of some project he was working on. He looked up at you, his eyes dilating at the sight of you. "Morning Scud." You said sleepily. He bit his lip slightly, "Mornin..." he mumbled, looking back down to his burnt up project. "What the hell happened here?" You asked, stepping closer. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Uh, I had the wires connected wrong." You chuckled and he bit his lip again, looking at you. "You need some help?" You asked, and he felt his face burn a little, "S- sure, yeah, thanks." You nodded and bent down, picking up the scattered pieces. He felt his face red-hot now, and noticed his cargos felt tighter than normal. He cleared his throat before squatting down next to you to help. The two of you finished picking everything up and then he sat in his chair, pulling out a box of donuts. You chuckled and sat on his desk as he offered you one. "Thanks." You said, taking a bite as he lit a joint and placed it between his lips, "You're welcome mamas." You smiled and he handed you the joint. You spent the next hour or so smoking and talking.
After a while he pulled out another box of donuts. "Y'know what's always been on my bucket list?" You asked. "Hm?" He hummed, taking another drag. "To stack donuts on a guy's dick." You said it so nonchalantly he nearly choked on his donut, "W-what?" You started laughing, the weed loosened you up so much your filter was gone; you hopped off the desk and stood in front of Scud, between his legs. He looked up at you with dilated blue eyes, his tongue flicked out to wet his lips and you smiled down at him. "What was that for?" You asked, smirking. "What was what for?" He asked, seemingly distracted as his eyes traced your body. "You licked your lips." You stated plainly, adding, "What? You gonna kiss me or something?" Scud stood, looking down at you, his hands moving awkwardly at his sides as if he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch you, "Can I?"
You looked up into his blue eyes, they were lust-filled with longing. "Yeah, you can." He leaned in, lips inches from yours. You felt his hot breath on your face, the smell of weed in the air as it wafted between the two of you. You hooked a finger in his choker and closed the distance; his soft, wet, lips sliding in time over yours. His warm tongue flicked out and across your lips, begging for entrance. You opened your mouth, and his tongue slid in in an instant, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You felt him let out what sounded like a whimper into your mouth, and you smirked against his lips and walked forward; pushing him to sit back in his chair. He looked up at you with hungry eyes, "Please mamas, I need ya." He reached out and grabbed your wrist, and you let him tug you onto his lap. You straddled him, feeling his hardness beneath you only turned you on more. Your mouths connected once again, moving together in perfect motion. You rocked your hips on his and he let out little whines and moans into your mouth, causing you to move even more.
He broke the kiss, "Mm please, I need more. I need ya, more of ya." I locked my eyes on his, nodding, "Then have more Scuddy..." He took that as the okay and began to tug your shirt off over your head. You lifted your arms and he took it off; then taking off his own jacket and shirt. You looked down at the scars that littered his stomach and he flushed more, "Vamp trouble." He said, his fingers fidgeting on your waist. You nodded and traced your fingers down his chest, causing his breath to hitch.
"Doesn't matter, just keep kissing me." You said, leaning in again. He cupped your face in his hands and was all over you again in seconds. "Bedroom?" You asked, pulling away. He shook his head, "Nah mamas, lemme fuck you right here instead. Please." He begged, eyes wide and sparking with lust. "Okay." You breathed. In an instant his hand was fumbling with the button on your jeans, tugging them down as you stood up. He leaned forward and slipped a finger in the waistband of your panties, looking up at you. You nodded and he basically tore them off of you. You leaned down and helped him take off his own pants; his hands shaking so much he looked like he'd pass out. You ran your hand over the outline of his cock through his boxers and he let out a whimper. You smirked, "You like that Scuddy?" He bit his lip and nodded, his eyes following your hand as you teased him. "More." He breathlessly mumbled, eyes large and pleading as they locked on yours. You slowly began to take off his boxers, his cock sprung free; precum already dripping down. You smirked and his breathing practically stopped as you began to stroke him. "Oh fuck~" He mumbled, his head falling back against the chair. You kept stroking as his hands gripped the arms of the chair till his knuckles turned white.
You took your hand away, causing him to whine in protest, "Why'd ya stop?" You smirked, "You think imma let you have all the fun?" His breath hitched and his hands reached out to you as you climbed onto his lap again, sitting on his cock and teasing him by rubbing your wetness on it. He moaned, a deeper sound you'd yet to hear out of him. Your hands were on his shoulders as you kept rubbing yourself against him, his whining worsening. "Please mamas, let me put it in already." He begged, his hands gripping your hips tighter and tighter. You bit your lip, wanting it just as much as he did at this point, "Yeah, yeah do it." He moved you and positioned himself, sliding in swiftly and letting out his own whimper of pleasure, "Fuck~." You sighed in ecstasy, your head tossing back as you locked your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands started trailing up and down your back, cupping your breasts, and touching you anywhere he could as he pumped up into you. He kissed your neck and chest. Your rocked your hips on his as he pounded up, moans and whimpers of pleasure escaping his lips, "Fuck mamas, you feel so good I-" his words cut short with a moan as you began to suck on his neck. His thrusts got sloppier as his moaning got more desperate; you felt your own self start to clench up. "Oh Scud, oh fuck me harder~" You demanded, before continuing to whisper sweet nothings in his ear; all of which were cut short by your own gasps and moans of pleasure. "Fuck I'm so close, you gotta come with me." He urged, licking his thumb as one of his hands reached down to rub at your clit. "Oh shit Scud~" You sucked in a gasp as you felt yourself near your edge. "Come for me mamas, come with me, I gotta feel ya, please." He begged, his other arm wrapped around your waist tightly, helping to rock your hips on his as you both got sloppier.
His mouth found yours again and you messily kissed as you felt your walls clench around him; you let out a near pornographic moan into his mouth. He groaned back, his movements speeding up and spurring as he buried himself all the way into you and letting out a strangled cry; "Oh fuck mamas, oh you're so damn good." Your head fell against his shoulder and both his arms wrapped tightly around you as he pulled himself out of you. He rested his head on yours and let out a satisfied sigh; gently stroking your hair and back. "Mmmm, best I ever had." He mumbled against your ear. You smiled, letting out a satisfied "Mhm.." in agreement. And that was the truth.
@ffsjustletmesleep ty for doing what I couldn’t;)<3
I love Scud who is very spacey and responds to questions with a lot of 'uhhh''s or 'i dunno''s
Then very random you'll casually ask or complain about something anywhere near the field of science and suddenly he'll whip out this whole indepth explanation of what exactly is going on and walk you through all the laws and functions of physics and chemistry, just as casually – and it's more common when he's really high, he'll just surprisingly shape up and dump it all then laze again.
"You ever think about how the rotating circle thingy in the microwave doesn't get hot but the food does?" You flopped back on the couch after reheating a slice of pizza, entering the pondering phase of your high.
"Oh that's actually cause when the microwave emits electromagnetic radiation in the form of microwaves, they bounce around the interior of the box," He motions with his hands to represent it. "And, obviously, those waves are soon absorbed by whatever's inside of the microwave. It's just that materials vary in how well they can absorb radiation, that's their permittivity and-"
Okay he lost you. You were trying to listen, you swore you were, he was just talking so fast and you were practically warping in and out of reality, now 'seeing' microwaves as you frog blinked in his direction. Then he finished his ranting.
"Sweetheart... I'm sorry, but I have no fucking clue what you just said."
"Basically some materials absorb more radiation than others, and therefore heat up faster. The plate at the bottom isn't good at doing that, so it doesn't heat up," He summarized, and you gave an 'mhm...' as you slowly nodded.
It never hurts his feelings though because he knows that if you weren't literally fighting to stay grounded on this planet you'd have a better comprehension of what he detailed, and you were still listening even if you were gone. His explanations when you're not high stick a lot better.
(I'd love to have a high discussion with him about the functions of 4D reality)
i think scud likes getting his cock stepped on or like.. humping your foot. i’ve been thinking about this all day and it’s driving me mad. i actually can’t sleep so please hear me out.
i also think that when he comes, it’s always so much and drawn out so long. but there’s always another orgasm that you can pull out of him in the same breath because he’s literally a slut. so he comes against your leg once and comes again on his back with his legs spread, your boot on his cock.
he doesn’t even have to take his clothes off. it simply does not take much to get scud off. but it takes everything to tire him out because he’s always full of it and needs to be absolutely spent and high-fucked for you guys to stop.
i have like 2k words of this in drafts but it’s a lil nastyyy and im scareddd. anyways scud sub agenda thank u.
