#david wallace x reader

[davidwallacesgf]

in the order left to right lmao

[umnitsa]

Throughput & Prioritization - A Tale of Management

Summary: You need some help. David Wallace is there to lead you.

A/N: I'm a manager. I need a good c-level to lead and inspire me. I have a crush on David Wallace and as I resignify my work, I write the self-insertiest fic I've ever had the chance to write. I hope you enjoy <3 (there is a chance I will continue this)

Pairing: David Wallace x f!reader (just a hint!)

CW: A lot of cussing. Mostly talk.

Divider by @cafekitsune

“May I speak candidly?” You dropped on the chair in front of the CFO’s desk, huffing. He frowned, looking worried at your distress, then nodded. He leaned on one elbow, hand in the air. “Your CTO is an asshole, and I really can’t make you money if he keeps making those shitty, maddening decisions.”

David laughs, his big hand resting against the desk as he moved, sitting forward.

“Bad meeting, hm?” He leans forward, eyebrows raised, his lips crooked, on a smirk.

“Bad meeting? Shitty meeting.” You growled, crossing your arms and your legs, pouting. “I need you. He won’t listen to me because I have a vagina, probably.”

“I really don’t know how you feel comfortable talking to me like this.” David chuckled, amusedly.

“You know I’m good and I am one of the few managers that have a profitable team in IT.” You huff, shaking your foot. “And you are a good boss, you recognize talent when you see it. And results.”

“Touché.” David slapped the desk, chuckling. “You managed to sell yourself and praise me in the same sentence while avoiding the subject altogether. Congratulations, you became a manager!”

You broke, chuckling, shaking your head slowly. You uncrossed your leg, relaxing against the chair.

“Feeling better?” David asked, his eyes softening.

“Much better.” You sighed.

“Tell me what happened.”

“The CTO keeps throwing more work than my team has the capacity to deal with.” You take a deep breath and shrug. “My team keeps changing initiatives, leaving work in the middle of the way, we can’t get to the end of anything. I showed the numbers and explained little’s law, and he just fucked my backlog again. And I’m pretty sure the thing he prioritized doesn’t even fit the company’s strategy for IT. If I do it, I’ll tank my throughput and get fired, if I don’t he’ll be mad and I’ll get fired.”

David nodded as you talked, his complete focus on you.

“Yeah, Charlie is in a pickle, his decisions affected the productivity of the whole IT team. And his budget was cut, which means no new hires.” David rolled his eyes and tapped his fingertips on his lap.

“I just need someone to influence him. Maybe he’ll listen to you.” You said, moving closer to the end of your chair.

“You’re better than this, you know.”

You look at him, surprised. He smiled gently.

“What does he want? What does he need?” David asks, the tone of his voice soft, enticing.

“He needs a quick win.” You realized, blinking slowly. “He wants fast results.”

“Can you guarantee those?” David moved his big hands, his index and middle finger tapping against his lips. He looked like an eager kid in the classroom that had the right answer to the teacher’s question. But it was your turn to answer. His eyebrows raised, his blue eyes shining in expectation.

“I may have the right thing in my backlog. But why should I save him?”

“Because when it’s time to look at his headcount, he’ll remember you as the only one by his side.” David shrugged, smiling. “And if you can have a quick win…”

“My results will stand out!” You completed, clapping. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“You’re frustrated with his management. And you’re angry. That’s a terrible mindset to make decisions.” He said, very matter of fact. “Now go make your presentation. I’ve seen you in meetings, you can convince him… I’m sure your team will follow you to the ends of the earth.”

You stand up, fire in your veins, your brain quickly making assumptions and connections. You opened the door to his office and paused.

“I owe you a drink.” You blurted, turning to David. He raised his head and looked at you over his glasses.

“You can pick me up here, 6pm.” He said, with a smile.

“It’s a date!” You chirped happily, closing the door.

“Finally,” David muttered absentmindedly, grabbing a pen and focusing on the wad of papers over his desk. “Took you forever...”

[ricflairdrip20]

Can I request another one in which the reader is dating David and he later finds out that Ryan tried hitting on her and he is livid as he reacts by confronting Ryan about it later on?

David Protecting You (David Wallace x Reader)

You went to the table to grab a drink of water, before filling your plates with fruits and some veggies. Like Angela, you’re not a fan of meat due to your veganism. So filling up with fruit and vegetables is the ideal choice for your company Christmas party.

It has been over a year since you got an accounting job at Dunder Mifflin corporate. The previous accountant resigned due to family matters and David is quick to offer you the job. Not just by familiarity but for your work skills that is a great asset to the company.

It was also right around the time Ryan got hired to take over Jan’s old job as Vice President of Sales, which is puzzling because prior to that, he was just a temp who just happened to get Jim’s job as salesman in lieu of expiring out his contract. Despite working in a different department, you knew that sales isn’t Ryan’s strongest skill set.

“Hey, Y/N,” you were interrupted by a familiar voice while you were eating your kiwis. You looked up to see Ryan standing there with almost an egotistical smile on his face. Another thing you noticed about him since transferring to New York, his change in attitude. He went from a shy temp to someone who let the power go to his head from the job that he shouldn’t even be having due to lack of qualifications.

“Oh, hi, Ryan,” you waved to him. Despite his behavior, you were still nice and cordial, because that’s how you were raised.

“Enjoying the party?” You nodded.

“I do, actually. I just wish they had more vegan stuff instead of meat. It’s not fair to the animals,” you sighed and mentally questioned people’s “morals” at their choice of meals at the expense of the creatures.

Ryan smiled warmly at your compassion. He had a crush on you since his first day of Dunder Mifflin. Kelly noticed and since then, gave you a stink face every time she sees you—highly stemmed from her insecurity—which is something you were a little confused about. You knew Kelly likes him a lot, until one day she saw Ryan sitting next to you and talking to you at the break room. Which explains her attitude towards you. Odd girl.

“That’s really kind of you, Y/N. Um, Y/N? Can I tell you something,” he asked, almost shyly. You nodded.

“When I look in your eyes, I see a very kind soul.” That sentence made you blush, but you had to put it aside because you have your eyes on someone else.

“Thank you,” you replied, but he kept going. The next thing he said caught you off guard.

“You’re like a fine wine. The more of you I drink in, the better I feel.” You started to get a little uncomfortable as Ryan kept talking, at this point wishing he’d shut up and/or somebody showing up.

Your wish came true as you saw your boyfriend David approaching the two of you. He must’ve noticed the look of discomfort on your face while talking with Ryan, because he asked you if he was bothering you, to which you said yes.

“He’s hitting on me and saying these weird pick up lines,” you added. You were glad that the man you’ve been dating for a few months came to your rescue.

David sighed and looked at Ryan.

“Ryan, may I speak to you somewhere private?” David asked before walking to a more secluded area.

Cut to Third Person

“That woman is my girlfriend, Ryan! You know we’ve been dating yet you have no sense of respect and decency in other people’s relationships. Have you lost your mind?! Because I’ll help you find it!” David was yelling at Ryan as he stammered on his words, trying to lessen the blow.

“I’m sorry- Okay- I’ll stop…”

“…Won’t be able to help you if you don’t stop hitting on my girl!”

Cut to Ryan’s talking head

“David yelled at me tonight. That was one of the most frightening experiences of my life.”

[mewhenladygaga]

David Wallace SFW Alphabetical

(how does no one talk abt this pic of michael n david😭😭)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

David is pretty affectionate. Whenever he can, he brings back your favorite flowers, chocolate, etc. Anything you want, he'll do everything just to get it. On other days, his way of showing affection is through kisses, hugs or leaving you random voicemails for you to listen while he's away.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You started working at corporate or at Scranton, so when David does his annual visits for Michael or Jim or even Dwight, he manages to catch you and say a hello or ask you out to a "friendly" dinner date. If it were at corporate, then it would some constant staring throughout meetings. But not much that you think he's a creep. Once he finds his courage to talk to you, he asks you out.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

David likes cuddles, he isn't as used to them from the being of your relationship but after a while he gets used to it. He prefers it when your in his lap and your head is on his chest. David finds spooning acceptable too, but likes to be the big spoon. You'll really be the big spoon in cuddling when he gets let go by Sabre.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think we've all seen that David put marshmallow fluff on bread and drinks warm beer when in his hot tub. Otherwise, he likes to clean more than cook. He's at a medium level with cleaning, he does leave dust behind couches, beds, etc because he never notices it even tho he's wearing glasses...

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

David calls you beforehand while at work or from work he calls you to tell you that yall had to break up because he can't bring the courage of saying it in front of you. But he does say a final "I loved you" before hanging up and maybe even removing your number from his contacts (either way he has it memorized).

F = Fiancée (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

David waits about a year or two (3 perchance:33) to say he wants to marry you. He wants there to be a ring on your finger, so other people know you're taken. He feels it's the best way to show how much he loves you and that he'd rather spend the rest of his life with you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's an EXTREMELY patient man, so he's like 100 percent gentle with whatever it is and if something really bad happens like mentally or physically then he gets a bit on your nerves. Overall he's a gentle man.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

David would probably plead for a hug at home, work, anywhere. He finds it comforting and way back to reality, his hugs are super tight so it'll probably hurt.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

The first time he'll say "I love you" is if he asks you out to dinner, you say yes, it happens and probably say it as David is asking you to be his girlfriend.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Depends on the type of parties, gatherings (i think r the same??) or family reunions, if it's work related and he knows someone likes you or gets too comfortable around you, from far behind he'll see it and walk as fast as possible to tell them to just back off as his face his red from being mad. It'll maybe start an argument. If David sees you with a man (specifically ones he hates or finds creepy), then he'll go crazy but if it's a woman then that's fine.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

David will practically shove his lips onto yours whenever, more once he's CEO. If he had to choose where then possibly your shoulder, down your back and your stomach if he was laying there.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Calm and full on happiness, David is so bright and fun around kids and babies. Although he's quiet and gentle with newborns for an obvious reason.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He hates having to wake up early, more so to drive like an hour to work and have to deal with some phone calls from Michael or a random or work calls. David will maybe stay in bed with you for an extra five minutes so he can properly wake up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He immediately falls asleep from how much he has to deal with being a CFO or CEO (depending on the season).

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Technically on the first date, some smalls bits of himself and his job but doesn't really specify what yet. If you worked at corporate then everything because you see him everyday.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

There's no need to explain the utter patience this man has.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

On the way home from a date, he'll memorize everything you said word by word. Then even write it down and then recite it until the next time you two see each other. If he forgot anything about you, he'd feel like shit to have to ask you again. But when you tell him it's okay and not like you'll just dump him like that, certainly gets rid of David's worries.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Spending Valentine's Day together for the first time, he cherishes every second of it and makes it worth your while. David, being alone half of his life, this brightens up the little emptiness there in his heart.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

David keeps you close to him no matter where you guys are, even at home where it is supposed to be safest place. He would place his hand anywhere for you to know he's still there. He'll do it during meetings too and doesn't care if someone's watching.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

The disgusting personality (jan).

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

David will put his whole 40 years into the effort of making you anything you wanted. He may be getting old but he's still an active man!!!111

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

None, at least I don't think so???👽

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not much, I mean if I looked like Andy Buckley i would be so blessed. But a little insecurity on the greying in his hair, he isn't balding yet so🙏🙏

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

David feels lonely and quite literally empty without you next to him or on the phone. So yes he feels too incomplete without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

(i don't have 1😭😭🙏)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

David can move a lot in his sleep, a heavy sleeper who moves his arms and legs. Sometimes at night he'll accidentally hit you with 1 of his limbs without realizing it until you told him. He could fall off the bed and not know, then it was your turn to pick him up and throw him back in.

[theoffice-imagines]

Alive

Pairing: David Wallace x reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @ricflairdrip20

Request: Prompt random #10

“You make me feel alive.”

***

You had unfortunately come down sick with something on one of the worst nights possible, yet a night you had been looking forward to for a while now.

This was supposed to be a date night with David Wallace and you had gotten sick, so you had to call him up and reschedule, which was something you were going to feel bad about for quite sometime.

It didn’t matter how reassuring or how much reassuring and understanding David was about it, you felt terrible and knowing you may feel this way until date night really happens, you had no idea David was on his way over to your place. David was on his over to take care of you and of course was wanting for you to understand that everything was okay and you had nothing to worry about except for getting better. When it comes to getting sick, you become the most stubborn person in the world, not only to those around you, but the most to yourself. For example, even knowing you were sick, you refuse a doctor’s visit unless you feel it’s necessary to even go. Little did you know, David was going to become like your doctor that night.

It was just reaching 6:30 when David shows up, parking on the side of the curb before walking up to your house. This was ironically the same time you agreed to schedule to have your date night. You were in the middle of a tv series when the doorbell rings, confused, you get up to answer it and the last person in the world is there when you answer. David Wallace was now standing before you with a warm smile in greeting, a smile which quickly falters upon seeing the state of condition you were currently in. One of the things you hated the most was for people to see you without makeup on, and the fact that you haven’t looked at your reflection in the mirror caused you to wince knowing you must have looked awful. You suddenly felt shy, shy enough to look away from him right before he pressed a soft touch of his hand against your forehead without any warning.

After doing so, David realizes you’ve come down with a fever and takes action immediately to help you.

“Are you feeling alright? Have you gone to the doctor yet?” he questions.

“I feel miserable and no, I haven’t gone yet.” you admitted.

“Let me take you.”

Before you could protest, David takes your hand and begins to lead you to his car.

Just as you were listening to the doctor diagnosing you with a fever, you felt the impact of the harsh symptoms, feeling the cold, heat, and shakes. David pulls you in as to comfort you but you pull back, not wanting for a David to come down with this as well. Although you should have known better to think you can do that so easily, David wasn’t just about to let you pull away from him and only embraced you tighter in his arms. After receiving instructions, you were allowed to go home and because you were feeling so miserable and emotional, David tries to cheer you up on the ride back to your place.

David starts by letting the kind of music he knows you like play through the speakers, and that did seem to help a little bit. Once you got home, David immediately sets to work on taking care of you through the recovery process, as you are supposed to recover quickly. After parking the car again, he helps you out of the car and inside your house before questioning on what he thought you may needed for him to do.

“What do I do? What can I do for you?”

“Pain killers, preferably. You for the rest of the night.”

David smiled, knowing he wasn’t leaving your side now.

His arms moved under you, gently maneuvering around your fragile body as he picked you up and tucked you close to him while making his way to your room to lay you down gently. After doing that, he heads back to fulfill your request on painkillers. When he returns, he returns not just with the painkillers, but your favorite snacks and a movie you greatly favored for the both of you to watch. A smile made its way to your face as David comes near, handing over most everything he brought for you. As you were opening a bag of chips burritos, David couldn’t help but feel a little shy when you start to praise him for these actions just a little bit.

“My hero, what would I do without you?”

“You wouldn’t know what you would do without me.” David teases back.

“True..”

What is said next, takes him by surprise.

“You make me feel alive. Especially in moments like these.”

***

@theoffice-imagines

[ichorkurt]

ficrecs masterlist ii.

welcome to my second ficrecs masterlist! find my main blog @ichorai. find my own fics here.

below the cut includes jujutsu kaisen, lord of the rings, saltburn, the halcyon, marvel, game of thrones, house of the dragon, prisoners, world on fire, dc, doctor who, scott pilgrim, succession, harry potter, the boys, interview with the vampire, gangsta, and arcane fics!

jujutsu kaisen.

jujutsu kaisen men in the world of work by @drak3n

ೃ⁀➷ naoya zenin.

only a fool for you by @mochimoshis

ೃ⁀➷ satoru gojo.

intertwined, sewn together by @kiwicider

luxury & lingerie by @celestie0

ೃ⁀➷ suguru geto.

the guy i lost my virginity to is stalking me by @gorehsk

lord of the rings.

ೃ⁀➷ legolas.

watcher of wanderers by @entishramblings

saltburn.

ೃ⁀➷ michael gavey.

the golden ratio by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

midpoint by @asumofwords

mine all mine by @humanpurposes

the poetry of logical ideas by @sylasthegrim

stick it out to the end by @aemondsbabe

the halcyon.

ೃ⁀➷ billy taylor.

one more tomorrow by @tomhiddleston

marvel.

ೃ⁀➷ kurt wagner.

bamf babies by @bamfkeeper

for love, we sin the most by @larcenywrites

kurt's instincts are still flaring... you know just how to help by @/bamfkeeper

parents by @/bamfkeeper

untitled by @dinogoofymutated

untitled by @dreaming-tonite

untitled by @kayesfanfics

untitled by @sanguineterrain

ೃ⁀➷ logan howlett.

logan's reaction when you wear one of his shirts by @periprose

ೃ⁀➷ peter parker.

untitled by @forever-rogue

game of thrones / house of the dragon.

pregnancy headcanons by @princessbellecerise

ೃ⁀➷ gwayne hightower.

& now i'm covered in you by @swordgrace

ೃ⁀➷ jacaerys velaryon.

hunger games au by @maidragoste

lotus bloom by @hxtd

ೃ⁀➷ jaime lannister.

the best fit by @casterladyrock

war has changed by @villaingaze

prisoners.

ೃ⁀➷ david loki.

blood bond by @davidlcki

sfw alphabet by @charliehoennam

tall, dark, and handsome by @rebelliousstories

world on fire.

ೃ⁀➷ tom bennett.

best intentions by @/ewanmitchellcrumbs

rocking the boat by @ultraintrovertedgryffindor

dc.

attractive things they do ... without realizing by @ahqkas

ೃ⁀➷ adrian chase.

five times vigilante definitely does not have feelings (and one time he does) by @tropes-and-tales

helluva drug by @lysenfeu

hot venom by @jangofctts

never been kissed by @training4theapocalypse

thirsty by @/training4theapocalypse

ೃ⁀➷ bruce wayne.

clingy mornings by @kurogxrix

wife on repeat by @bat-mom-writer

ೃ⁀➷ dick grayson.

sunset anew by @/sanguineterrain

doctor who.

ೃ⁀➷ eleventh doctor.

cold feet by @undiscovered-horizon

dangerous habits by @social-mockingbird

a day in by @cloginthedrain

my john by @watchoutforthefanfics

safest place in the universe by @holly-the-trash-writer

set things right by @pastanest

ticking love bomb by @/watchoutforthefanfics

scott pilgrim.

ೃ⁀➷ kim pine.

right next door by @writersbarrierblock

ೃ⁀➷ wallace wells.

untitled by @twiixr4kidz

untitled by @/twiixr4kidz

succession.

their marriage proposal by @romeulusroy

ೃ⁀➷ lukas matsson.

normal people by @the-west-meadow

ೃ⁀➷ roman roy.

baby by @richeeduvie

being roman roy's personal assistant (and his obsession) would include... by @senselessviolets

gossamer by @/romeulusroy

i'm annoying by @bowieandqueen11

movie by @eeveebitches

right where you left me by @aurorag98

smile like you mean it by @cvrnelians

this hope is trecherous by @aprilthearcher

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

wedding prep by @/richeeduvie

harry potter.

ೃ⁀➷ cormac mclaggen.

finders keepers by @/training4theapocalypse

ೃ⁀➷ fred weasley.

anything by @ibbythebee

beloved, besotted, betrothed by @emeritusemeritus

the boys.

ೃ⁀➷ black noir.

i want to f**k you like an animal by @dollerinna

interview with the vampire.

dating headcanons by @tomriddleslovergirl

untitled by @steph-speaks

ೃ⁀➷ lestat de lioncourt.

gold, and gold again by @theawfuledges

gangsta.

initiation by @imperatorkhaleesi

ೃ⁀➷ nicolas brown.

untitled by @dollwrites

arcane.

ೃ⁀➷ viktor.

my atlantis, we fall by @strangefilms

[kiryoutann]

"there are teeth marks on everything he loves" simon riley and "everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it" reader.

[dundermisfits]

Michael Scott Headcannons

Michael Scott x reader

Requested: @maleahoswick

***

• In the beginning, the relationship is kept secret until Dwight finds out about it shortly after you and Michael inform David Wallace

• Not everyone in the office is approving, Kevin is always on the lookout to see if it’s true, sort of how he spied on Pam and Jim. Angela doesn’t approve, she likes to believe that your love is fake

• Most everyone in the office is approving, even in the warehouse below, they all approve and it’s most surprising to know that Roy is one of those that is more supportive than others

• You and Michael seem to have everything in common but you honestly don’t

• When you’re sick, Michael will make you take a sick day, even if you’ve taken them all up he will make you stay home and rest

• Being insulted by the fact Ryan invited you and not Michael to his weekend campout was easy for you turn him down and say you wouldn’t be going if Michael was not invited

• Seeing that Michael is still a little vulnerable to Jan, you have no problem sticking up for Michael whenever she tries to pull a fast one on him, trying to talk him into leaving you, you just weren’t having it

• When it happened one too many times, you let her have it and from that point on, she stays from you both

• You take things slow in the start of your relationship. By about a year into it, you move in together and two years after, you both are engaged

• If you have to work any late nights, Michael will stay with you. But as each person is leaving, he’s doing it more in a way as your boyfriend than he is your manager, and that is something kept between the two of you

• If someone disrespects you in anyway, especially in front of him, Michael will get upset and start defending you immediately, putting that person in their place

• Michael is your comforter during panic attacks and surprisingly, so is Dwight at times if he’s there as well

• Sometimes he likes to leave little gifts on your desk before you arrive. It could be anything from your favorite chips, soda, to your favorite candy with a little note attached to it

• When you had gotten the iPod during secret Santa, you knew immediately it was from Michael and had sort of the same reaction as Ryan did in that episode, only you were more gentle about it

• It wasn’t like you didn’t appreciate it because you did, to you, it was always the thought that counted but truth be told, you were a little embarrassed this happened in front of everyone

• You both LOVED pretzel day, Michael would always wait in line for you both and would brings yours back when he returns because you were often busy with some work

• When you meet Michael, he was with Carol at the time, and because you weren’t there when she rejected his proposal, you comforted him as he told you about it

• This all happened before you got together, so when she refused while breaking up with him, you agreed to go to Jamaica with him, and that’s where things begin for you both

• Michael becomes overly protective of you after Roy’s attempt to attack Jim, so he bans Roy from the building unless escorted by Hank. Your safety to Michael has always been his top priority.

• Michael loves to brag about you and to show you off when given the open opportunity

• Threat Level Midnight was a blast to film

• Michael just loved you to pieces as you did for him

***

@dundermisfits

Requests: open

Characters:

• Michael Scott

• Dwight Schrute

• Jim

• David Wallace

• Angela

• Pam

• Karen

• Kelly

• Erin

[canonfatbisexualenby]

I know I am extremely biased but the lack of Pam x Reader fic on here is abysmal

[rebelliousstories]

What We Know

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,357

Main Masterlist: Here

Criminal Minds Masterlist: Here

Part One: Did You Know?// Part Two: I Know Now// Part Three: Somebody Knows

Summary: Truth or Dare. Who learns the truth? And who takes a dare?

David Foster Wallace said, “The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.”

“Spence. Oh, my God. Spencer!” She yelled, running through the mass of informs that were trying to keep her away. Her heart was racing a million miles an hour as she ran to her husband. He barely registered that she was there and felt like he was in a haze.

Spencer wrapped his arms around the woman, but could not say anything. He ran his hands over her back and through her hair. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Spencer locked eyes with JJ who was getting checked out by some medics in the background of an ambulance. As soon as their eyes locked, they broke it immediately. The stress and pain of the last few hours were catching up.

“Let’s get you to checked out, honey.” She was ushering her husband over to an unoccupied EMT so that he could be taken care of. Reid let his wife fuss over him as much as she wanted to as he let his thoughts run wild. Words ran all through his mind, and he replayed the last few minutes.

“Thank you. I’ll drive him home,” came her voice, finally breaking through his fog. “Just need to see if he needs anything from his office and then I’ll make sure he gets plenty of rest at home.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he whispered, drawing her attention again. “Where’s is she? Where’s Erin?” Spencer pleaded with his wife with big brown eyes staring up at her.

“It’s okay. She’s safe with Krystal. I wanted to make sure that she was going to be okay before coming to get you.” She reassured him, and got him to loosen his grip just a little bit. He settled back in to where he was sitting. Letting the medics work, Mrs. Reid noticed that far off look returning to Mr. Reid’s eyes again, but just let him be for now. Once he was given the all clear, she walked her husband to their car that was waiting behind the police tape. They sat in their seats for a moment in silence before she turned to the man next to her.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” She asked, reaching a hand up to run through his hair gently. Spencer leaned into her hand when it reached his stubbly cheek.

“Let’s go get Erin. I’ll explain it later.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to her palm. Even though she was not convinced that her husband was alright, she put the car in drive and went to go get there daughter.

The drive to the Rossi estate was a silent one. Both of their thoughts were racing, but for very different reasons. She parked the car as soon as they got to the door and left Spencer in. Knocking on the door gave her the image of Krystal as she cradled their daughter.

“She’s been out like a light the whole time. Such a well behaved baby.” Krystal complimented. Mrs. Reid took her daughter from the woman with a grateful smile.

“I really appreciate you doing this for us. David’s okay by the way. And we got Spence and JJ out. We’re gonna head home now. I’m really glad you could watch her on such short notice.” Readjusting her hold on her daughter, she bid farewell to the older woman and went to get back in the car. She went to go put her in the backseat, but Spencer reached for her instead.

“Please?” He pleaded. Coming back to the front seat, she placed Erin in Spencer’s arms. She was still so little and they wanted to cherish the time they had left with her. Their daughter was just about to turn two years old, but she still slept well through the night. Whenever she could, she watched her husband cradle their daughter in the passenger seat.

Once they made it home, Spencer refused to let Erin go. Even when they made it into her room, he could not bring himself to put his daughter in her bed. He just made his way to the rocking chair in her room and held her close to his chest. Spencer switched her to one of his arms, and struggled to take his tie off with one of his hands. It was just a moment later when another set of hands came into help.

His wife was gently slipping the tie from around his throat. And once that was placed on Erin’s changing table, her hands unbuttoned his shirt. It was only a couple buttons, but the contact made Erin slip further into her sleep. Spencer still had not said much the entire evening, which was concerning to her. She did not know what went down in that store, but it could not have been good if I triggered this kind of response from her husband.

“Let’s go to bed, honey.” She gently tried to pry her husband from the chair, and he followed her soft hands wherever she led him. Spencer placed Erin down in her crib, and stood there for a minute. His wife made her way to the door and placed her hand on the knob to close it. He watched their daughter, and stroked her cheek softly. Spencer took a deep breath and walked out with his wife.

She rubbed his shoulder gently, and went to make her way to the bedroom but Spencer just went to go sit on the couch. Watching her husband with saddened eyes, she just went into the kitchen. Spencer was staring off into space when he finally realized that he was being joined again by his wife. She placed down a couple of mugs in front of them. There was nothing said as they sipped their warm beverages. Mrs. Reid was waiting until Spencer felt like he could speak to do so.

“JJ she, um, she said she was in love with me.” He finally blurted out. Setting her mug down, she sat there for a minute. She just looked to her husband with an indistinguishable expression on her face.

“The unsub, he made us play truth or dare. And he asked Jennifer to tell him something that she would never admit aloud. She said she was in love with me, and always had been.” Spencer explained, setting down his mug.

��And what did you say?” She asked.

“Nothing. I shot him with the gun from my ankle. He took my main firearm.” He replied, looking to his smirking wife.

“Wonder where you learned that from?” She teased with a smirk on her lips. Spencer finally let a smile crack across his face as he chuckled.

“How are you feeling about it, Spence? I know how you used to have a crush on her.” Husband leaned against wife and she ran her hand through his curls.

“I’m alright. I used to want her, but it’s been years since I’ve thought of her like that. I’m not sure what’s going to happen with us though.”

Spencer moved his head off of her shoulder and brought his hand up to her face. He cradled it as gently as he had cradled their daughter moments ago. There was nothing but love in his eyes as he gazed into her eyes.

“Anything else,” came her question. The man only shook his head and brought her in for a kiss. After all these years together, every time they kissed, it was still just as good as the first time.

“Let’s go to bed honey.” And with that, he pulled his wife to stand next to him. Leading her into the bedroom, Spencer made sure to completely change and secure his firearms before moving to the bed. Once his wife was in the bed as well, he pulled her under the covers and into his arms.

“I love you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“I love you too.” She whispered back, pressing a kiss to her chest.

“Honesty is more than not lying. It is truth telling, truth speaking, truth living, and truth loving.” James E. Faust

[cowgurrrl]

Eight

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (except this is all backstory)

Author’s note: The end of the beginning. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to continue this story or took the time to read and support this weird idea.

Summary: “Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.” - David Foster Wallace [2.2k]

Warnings: if you’ve read this far, you know what to expect

You bury Jane outside the walls on a hill overlooking the QZ. The same hill where you hid with her when the Outbreak happened. You can see everything from up here. The sky stretches infinitely beyond the horizon, and you can see where nature has reclaimed what used to be your hometown. This hill reminds you of the one near your old apartment building where she used to roll down the grassy knoll until her clothes were stained and muddy. She would've liked finally being outside of the QZ, you think as your hand rests on the freshly dug earth, protecting her better than you ever could. 

"Y'know, I named you after one of the kindest people I've ever known," you say into the air, looking at the sunset. "I don't think I ever told you about her, but you would've liked her. She was tough and consistent. She's one of the only people who was nice to me when I was a kid. It seemed like the right thing to do, naming you after her. I still stand by it. Jane's my favorite name now." You catch yourself waiting for questions or thoughts that never come. You listen for her voice in the rustling of leaves or the distant sounds of the QZ. You've never felt more alone than you do right now. 

"I was gonna get you out of here. I was gonna take you somewhere far away and let you run around and be loud without worrying about anything. You were gonna get to be a kid. I was gonna make things better for you," you sniffle. "And I'm so sorry I couldn't do that for you, sweet girl. I tried so fucking hard, and it wasn't enough, and I," your voice catches in your throat. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." 

You tell her stories from when she was a baby, like how she couldn't fall asleep unless she was snuggling on your chest and how you still can't believe she was ever small enough to fit her entire body in your two hands. You tell her the good stories from your childhood, the ones you were too scared to even look at, let alone say aloud. You tell her the truth about her dad, how you wish he could've been better for her, and how you tried your best not to make his absence a hole in her life. You tell her everything.

You don't leave her even after the sun dips below the horizon. You can't go back to that empty apartment with the three fucking chairs and bedroom reserved for her. You can't keep living in a stale memorial for people you should've died for. You were too late, too slow, too stupid to save Adam and Jane. Why should you get to live there when neither of them does? You've been trying to gather information from different people on what happened that day, who set the bomb off, who killed your daughter, and a handful of others, including Mrs. Carmichael, as a form of repentance. You can't bring them back, but you can kill the people who took them from you. 

You don't know how long you've been sitting there when a twig snaps next to you, and you point your gun toward the sound. "It's just me," Owen says, stepping out from the shadows with raised hands. You sigh and lower your weapon, your body slumping against the tree as he gets closer. He's unarmed and out of uniform, a gray shirt stretching across his shoulders. You let him settle on the ground a few feet away, his boots crushing wildflowers under the soles. 

"D'you have information for me?" You ask, not even looking at him. He freezes, and it's enough of an answer. "Whose bomb was it?"

"Fireflies." He mumbles, his voice gravelly. You lift your head to find him staring out at the QZ. People have been on edge since the bomb exploded, as they should be. The fighting between FEDRA and the Fireflies has been ramping up. Nobody's been sleeping with gunshots firing and people barking orders all night. Still, if FEDRA could hold onto any idea of normalcy, that they are the good guys, they would. 

"If I find out you're lying to me-"

"Jesus, who else do you think it was? You really think FEDRA is dropping bombs on schools?" 

"You guys certainly aren't known for your empathy," you snap and immediately regret it. He let you go to her when you found her despite the earth still rattling under your feet. He helped you get Jane out of the QZ. He offered to help you bury her. You know he's not heartless, but he's still one of them. You clear your throat and take a shaky breath. "I'm going after the Fireflies."

"They'll kill you."

"Then I'll take as many as I can down with me." You say, and he says your name, shaking his head.

"We're already doing an investigation. Just let us handle it."

"Like you handled the bombings? Or the daily shootouts? Or the fucking Infected?" You ask. "I'm not burying anyone else, so you can tell me what you know about where the Fireflies are holed up or stay out of my way." 

"Or what?" He asks. You pull your gun and level it at his head, cocking it in half a second. His Adam's apple bobs, and you catch the slight tremble of his hands, but he doesn't move. Your hands, however, are steady as you grip the metal.  

"Wanna keep asking stupid ass questions?" You ask, and he shakes his head. "If you don't know anything, that's fine. I'll get what I need. But don't come here and act like you don't know exactly what I can do. Remember your weapons dealer?"

"He was a security risk." He swallows thickly, and you laugh.

"One you were too chicken shit to take care of yourself, right? Couldn't even tell Lee the truth about why you wanted him gone." 

"You're right. Okay? Is that what you wanna hear? You're right," he says. "Just... please put the gun down."

"I'm going after the Fireflies, and if you or any of your buddies try to stop me, I'll put a bullet in your head so fucking fast, it'll give you whiplash. Do you understand me?"

"Y... yes," he manages. You adjust your grip on your gun and lower it, but don't flip the safety. You're not a threat, you're saying. But I am. He gets the silent message and stands, showing you his empty hands once he's at his full height. His eyes jump from yours to the mound of dirt next to you, tears shining against the steel gray after a few seconds. "For what it's worth, I really am sorry for what happened. I wish I could've done something to save her." 

His words take you right back to the rubble outside her school when people were screaming with pain or grief. You swear you can smell the smoke and ash hanging in the air. You can see the caved-in front door, the blown-out windows, and how the broken glass twinkled in the street. You can feel her weight in your arms. Your face stings and you reach for Jane but only feel the cool soil. He's still staring at you, but you don't meet his eyes. 

"If you're really sorry, you'll stay the fuck out of my way," you say, the words cutting your tongue as you speak them. "I'd hate for you to become collateral, too."

2010

Your knuckles are bloody and bruised, and you can feel the bones in your hand creaking under the weight of your punches, but you can't stop. Not when you're this close. The man under you is shaking, and tears streak over the blood on his cheeks. The tape around his wrists has come undone, but he doesn't move to stand or defend himself. Not when his shoulder is dislocated. You crouch in front of him where he's spitting blood, and he slumps against the wall with a defeated look.

"Where is she?" You ask.

"Why should I tell you? You're gonna kill me either way."

"Oh, I'm not that nice," you say. "If you don't tell me, I'll just tie you up and leave you here. The next Firefly I find will get to hear all about how you cracked and told me about their safe houses. We both know how they feel about traitors." One of the few good things to come out of you tracking the Fireflies for so long is that you know how they operate. Not only that, you know how they punish those who step out of line. For all their righteous talk, they're no better than FEDRA. "And once I tell them exactly where I left you, they'll come here and make you wish I had wasted a bullet on you. Then, I get to start all over with another one of your stupid fucking recruits. Might even grab one of the ones you brainwashed." 

He mumbles something like, "Please, don't," and shakes his head. He drops his chin to his chest and cries for a few seconds, making you roll your eyes, but you don't rush him. They all do this.

"And if I tell you?" He asks, lifting his gaze to you, and you pull your gun from your backpack. You pull the slide, clicking the bullet into place, and shrug despite his whimpering.

"I make it quick for you. Won't even feel it." 

"Please, just let me go," he begs, and you suck your teeth. "I won't t... tell anyone I saw your face. Please."

"I'm losing patience here, Danny boy." You say, reaching for the knife you threw to the side about an hour ago. 

"No, please! I have a daughter!" He yells suddenly, and you hesitate, the knife's bloodied handle slicking your palm. He seems to realize the effect of his words because he keeps going. "She's… she's three. Her name is Harley. She needs me." Strangely, you smile and slide your knife into your backpack as you stare at him. 

"I have a kid, too," you say, and his eyes brighten just enough to tell you he thinks he has a sliver of a chance. "She's ten, but she acts like she's sixteen, and she really loves music. I mean, she could just dance to it all day long. Or, at least, she would," You bite the inside of your cheek. "She would if you hadn't thrown a bomb into her fucking school building and killed her. June 2nd, 2008, does that sound familiar to you? Hm?" You ask, pressing the gun to his forehead. 

"It-it was an accident. Someone misread orders and," he sobs. "Please."

"Where's Marlene?" You ask, but all he does is cry. You give him ten seconds before you shoot his shoulder. "Where's Marlene, Daniel?" You ask again as he claws at the bullet wound, trying to stave off the bleeding. Twenty seconds. Another bullet, this time through his knee. "Where is Marlene?!" 

"B…Boston! Boston! She's in Boston!" He finally relents, and you sit back on your heels. "She has... a system of people there. If you find one of them, you can find her." You've let yourself believe a lot of lies, but this is not one of them. She's in Boston. The woman who gave the orders to detonate a bomb inside her school is in Boston. You can get there. You can do that. You have to. There's no other choice. You give Daniel one last look before shooting him. 

Suddenly, the building is silent, and the only thing you can focus on are the plans overflowing in your mind. If you leave tonight, you can make it to Boston in a month. Maybe three if you get caught up in raids or with Infected. Whatever. It doesn't matter. You can make it. You leave Daniel and the blood and gore to pack your things. The next few hours are a blur. You're clearing out your caches and stuffing bands and bands of cards into your backpack. You don't say goodbye to Lee or your neighbors or anyone. 

The only person you tell your plan to is buried under a big tree on a hill overlooking the QZ. She's the only one you say goodbye to. She's the only one you still care about. She's the last shred of your life before the world ended, and you're leaving her behind. 

One last time, you pick her wildflowers and leave them at her grave with a strained, "I love you." One last time, you kiss your hand and press it into the earth like it'll penetrate the ground and land on her forehead. One last time, you stand over her, and you walk away, hoping that the view from here is enough to absolve you of everything you've done wrong. Hoping you did at least one thing right by her. Hoping love is a good enough excuse for all the horror.

[davidwallacesgf]

hi! i want to request a first time with david wallace and y/n is pretty nervous and he keeps reassuring her and taking his time with her and calling her the prettiest lady? thank you <3

FIRST TIME

i was so happy bc i realized that i’m probably the very first person to post david wallace smut on the x reader tag so i got carried away with this LMAO i hope this was what you were lookin for bff !!! ❤️

synopsis... your first time with your boyfriend, david.

this one-shot features... fem!reader, fluff, and sexual content (first time together, gentle dom!david, dry humping, gentle sex, kinda praise kink, fem receiving oral, vaginal fingering, edging, safe sex, aftercare) meant to be read by those who are 18 and over, minors dni.

#david wallace's masterlist

"Are you sure?" David muttered under his breath as he pulled away from your gentle kiss to take off his glasses and stretching his arm out to put them on the bedside table, your body sitting comfortably in his lap with your hands resting on his broad shoulders.

You cleared your throat softly in nervousness, almost afraid to answer the question even though you were absolutely certain that you wanted this. Your heart raced in anticipation and excitement as you decided to nod instead, David shook his head gently.

"Use your words." He firmly replied to your nonverbal answer, you felt your cheeks burn under his heavy eye contact while he patiently waited for your response, he then gently tightened his grip on your hips.

"Yeah... please." You begged quietly in a tone that only he could hear. You desperately wanted to clench your thighs together, feeling the embarrassingly fast growing wetness between your legs at the thought of David fucking you for the first time while you sat on his lap. Fucking? You thought. No, David wasn't some cheap asshole that was using you for his own pleasure. That kind of behavior was beneath him, he was sweeter and kinder than that. He wouldn't just 'fuck', you know he'd say 'making love'.

David felt his cock harden some more against you at your nearly silent "please", he smiled up at you as he could feel your cunt pulsing against his sweatpants through your thin panties. He raised an eyebrow slightly in curiosity, experimenting with your body as he used his strength to start moving your hips against his crotch as you remained on his lap. 

You gasped at the euphoric friction, leaning forward to plant your lips on David’s own, who reciprocated with ease and care. David hummed a low groan against your lips, the pleasure only making his cock harder.

“There you go, fuck,” David grunted out softly, furrowing his eyebrows in pleasure while you whined in desperation, needing more and more from your man until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Here, lie down on your back, we’ll take it easy, pretty girl, don’t worry.” He muttered, giving you a quick kiss on your cheek as the both of you adjusted your position.

You felt your heart race again, you smiled at his gentleness, as soon as you were on your back on the bed, he climbed ok top of you, spreading your legs so he could be between them. David leaned down and kissed you passionately again, your moans were muffled while both of your tongues desperately rubbed against each other before he pulled away to lift up his shirt.

You bit your lip at the sight of his bare chest as you swiftly did the same, lifting yourself up to pull up your own and throwing it across the room. David grinned at your eagerness and leaned down again to start kissing at your neck. You sighed in glee wrapping your legs around his waist as he trailed down your neck to your chest, leaving wet kisses.

He lowered to your chest and you blushed again, your anxiety returning when it came to him seeing one of the most intimate parts of your body. “Let’s take this off, sweetheart.” He said, kissing your chest over your bra as you nodded, using your elbows to prop yourself up as he wrapped his arms around you to undo the clasp of your brassiere.

As soon as the straps were lifted up and off over your shoulders, he threw it to the side of the bed and went back to mouthing at your collarbone and chest before you could even try hiding your breasts from his view. “Fuck, just so pretty…” He mumbled to himself, god, he loved you so much. Your body, you, just you, you, you. He was so in love with you. Finally having you like this was so satisfying and David was over the moon that you wanted him too.

You gleamed at his actions and the words that he muttered to himself, you’ve never felt more comfortable than being here in his arms. You’ve had some insecurities about your body but David never let you feel that way. He always had compliments to give you, he made you feel so beautiful and safe.

David then backed away stand tall on his knees between your legs. He began to tug at the waist of your underwear, you gulped and lifted up your hips to allow him to slide them off your legs with ease. He threw them on the ground next to your bra and grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart once again.

“Doing good for me, so good, so pretty.” He said, his eyes half lidded in lust as he looked down at your whole beautiful body, gently rubbing your thigh with his thumb as he held it gently in his grasp. You clenched your jaw nervously, realizing that you were fully exposed and on display for him. He quickly took notice of your nervousness, your sudden silence, “Are you alright?” He asked kindly, patiently. You nodded quickly, “Yes… just a little nervous, I’m sorry.” You mumbled and but your lip, David frowned at your apology.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl, I’m gonna make you feel good,” He reassured you, he backed up once again, surprising you as he adjusted his position to put his head between your thighs. Your breath shook in excitement at what you knew he was gonna do to you, “Gonna lick this pretty pussy, all mine, just fucking beautiful.” He muttered. David gently but firmly gripped your thighs to move your legs over his strong shoulders and leaned forward to lick a stripe at your wet cunt.

You gasped at the sensation, arching your back on the bed while letting out embarrassing loud pornographic moans as he started making out with your pussy. His lips and tongue sucking, licking, and teasing at your clit, your thighs suddenly clamped around his head and your hips started grinding against his face as if they had a mind of its own. David didn’t mind, he breathed through his nose heavily as he kept digging his tongue into your pussy as deep as it can go. He drank up your juices like you were a glass of water and he was an athlete who just finished running a mile. David felt like he could just stay here between your legs forever, if he could.

He felt his cock throbbing painfully in his sweatpants, his hard dick pushed against the fabric and made an obvious tent since he wasn’t wearing boxers underneath. His pre-cum making a dark and wet stain in the crotch of his pants, David let go of his strong grip on your thighs and used them to start pulling down his pants, he felt his own heart start racing in anticipation, feeling horny enough to just shove his cock deep inside your wet cunt right now but he resisted. This wasn’t just gonna be a quick fuck to him, no, this was special for you both. He wanted to please you, to let you know how much he loved you by pleasuring you as much as he could. To show his gentle and loving devotion to you during your first time together.

David pulled away from your cunt, making you huff in anger after you had just felt your own climax coming, he grinned at your reaction and stood up off the bed to kick away his pants. Your jaw fell open a little at the sight of his thick and very hard cock, he got back onto the bed, settling back onto his knees.

Using his right hand, he rubbed your cunt with his thumb for a moment before moving his hand to slip in his long middle finger. The sudden action made you cry out a moan and grip at the bedsheets. With his left hand, he spit on his palm before wrapping it around his hard cock. He let out a shaky breath and started pumping himself in his hand, giving himself much needed attention before he started thrusting his finger into you.

He moaned at the feeling of your wet heat around his finger, pulling out to push in another, using his middle and ring finger to start rapidly thrusting and curling them inside of you. You whined and whimpered around his fingers, the wetness and friction along with his long fingers curling into the spongey sensitive spot within you made you squeal in pleasure. The hot burning sensation in your stomach started building up again, you arched your back and gasped.

“David… David, I feel… I’m gonna…” You panted out, trailing off as you looked at David who was pleasuring himself at the sight, he clenched his jaw while continuing the movement of his fingers inside your cunt. Your loins burned again, you felt yourself on the verge of bursting again before he swiftly pulled out his fingers.

You grunted out an angry growl, frustrated tears building up in your eyes at his teasing, your orgasm faded away as he stopped pleasuring you. He grinned evilly, pulling his own hand off his cock to make it equal, but it didn’t make you feel any better. “David!” You whined in anger, David only shook his head at your attitude.

“No, honey, you’re not cumming unless you’re around my cock, you hear me?” He stated firmly while getting off the bed to walk over to the bedside drawer, pulling out the small box of condoms that he bought for whenever you were both ready to have sex. Your heart fluttered at the box, feeling grateful as you were so caught up in your pleasure that you completely forgot about what you were gonna do when the time came. You didn’t trust the pull-out method and you didn’t trust your prescribed patch as your only form of birth control.

He opened the box and ripped out a square, swiftly and carefully opening it and pulling out the condom itself, you stared at him as you propped yourself up onto your elbows. You admired him from your position, staring at him in lust and love, appreciating his handsomeness, his kindness, and his patience. He truly was a one of a kind man.

You watched as he used his hand to slide the condom down his shaft, you subconsciously licked your lips as you kept staring at his length. After David had secured the condom around him, he turned back to you and got back onto the bed. He climbed over you as you felt nervous once more. This was it, the moment you’ve always wanted with the man of your dreams.

David put himself back between your legs while you wrapped them around his hips. He leaned down to kiss you again, you moaned against him, moving your hands to run your fingers through his hair. He sighed in content as the both of you fit together like matching puzzle pieces, he then pulled away to bury his head in your neck, beginning to kiss and gently bite in your most sensitive areas. With his right hand, he slid it down to grip his hardness and rub the tip of his cock against your wet pussy. You moaned and rolled your eyes back at his teasing, beginning to whine impatiently as he pulled his lips off your neck to start soothing you, letting out quiet shushes.

He groaned at the feeling, he slid his own tip up and down your soaked slit, looking up at you before he put it against your entrance. The tightness of your desperate hole suddenly encased his tip as he pushed himself inside of you. Your eyes widened at the pressure and slight pain of his large cock entering you, you furrowed your eyebrows as your jaw opened on its own, you gasped at the feeling. David put the hand that was on the shaft of his cock on your hip, using your body for leverage as he slowly pushed the rest of his length into you.

Fuck, the feeling was just so… much. You moaned in pleasure and pain again, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He leaned up and soothed you with his gentle words once more as he finally pushed his cock inside of his love as deep as it could go. David grunted, the pleasure of your wet heat clenching around him was almost too much for him to handle but he resisted the urge to start thrusting, patiently waiting for you to adjust around his length as he started gently kissing your neck.

“There you go… being so good for me, taking it so well, my pretty woman.” He whispered against your neck, you breathed heavily, the pain fading as the feeling of having his dick inside of you felt more comfortable. You gulped, feeling like you can’t remember the last time you ever felt this good, this pretty, this loved.

“I love you,” You moaned out as David nodded, leaning up to kiss you as he groaned against your lips, “Love you, too.” He replied softly while breathing heavily, restraining himself from moving again.

“David… move, right now.” You panted out, feeling the pleasure increasing at the slightest movement of his cock inside of you while David adjusted his position. He eagerly obliged and started gently thrusting his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin began to slowly increase in decibels throughout the room.

You let out quiet yet pornographic “uh, uh, uh’s” as he started tenderly moving, you quickly wrapped your arms around him and clawed at his back. David’s breath increased as he ignored the burn in his abdomen, the pleasure quickly becoming embarrassingly overwhelming. The wet heat that surrounded his cock had taken over his mind as he thought of nothing but your own pleasure.

“Yeah, there you go, good girl, taking it so well for me, take it.” He grunted out, becoming louder as he continued his movements at the gentle pace that you seemed to enjoy more. You whimpered and moaned, unable to hide your pleasure as any anxiety disappeared from your mind.

“David!” You wailed out, the pleasure making your mind disappear, the only thought in your head being your desperate desire to cum all over your boyfriends cock.

David panted at your need for gratification, his thrusts being carefully controlled to give you the most pleasure. He buried his head into your neck, moaning and crying out in his own pleasure against your sensitive skin. Your chest started heaving against his, your breathing increasing as you felt your own climax burning to be released from your loins.

“David… I’m gonna, oh my god, I’m…” You whimpered and cried out, your eyes clenching shut as you moved your hips against him. He groaned into your collarbone at the sensation of your cunt pulsing and clamping around him, “That’s it… cum for me, sweetheart, cum all over my cock, give it me.” He grunted out, moving a hand down to where you were both intimately connected and began rubbing your clit.

You gasped at his action and rolled your eyes into the back of your head again, arching your back and pushing your chest against his broad one, feeling yourself burst around his dick with the gratification that you’ve been needing all day.

“Yeah, fuck, good girl, my pretty girl, fucking cum around my cock, beautiful.” David moaned out, thrusting faster and immediately releasing his warm cum into the condom. He furrowed his eyebrows in pleasure and breathed heavily against your neck, continuing his thrust inside of you, riding out both of your orgasms.

You both panted and moaned in the aftermath, David pulling his head out of your neck and planted his lips against yours. You whimpered at the loss of his cock from inside of you and his weight from your body as he pulled away to take off his used condom and dispose of it in the small trash bin beside your shared bed.

You closed your eyes again and rested your head back into the pillow behind you, completely ready to sleep. You caught your breath as you smiled at the beautiful time you just had, before you knew it though, David was suddenly back between your legs, immediately grabbing your hips and licking at your cunt. You squealed and grabbed his hair as he cleaned up your cum between your legs, gently licking up the mess.

“David, too much…” You panted out with a chuckle as David nodded against your pussy, pulling away after he finished licking and drinking up your sweet mess. He was swiftly back by your side, licking his lips and moving to lie next to you on the bed, and courteously pulling the blanket that was pushed away earlier back over your bodies to make you feel more comfortable. You grinned at him and cuddled up next to him, the two of you wrapping your arms around each other.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly while looking down at you in gentle concern, as if he didn’t just rail you, you giggled at his sweet love and tenderness.

“Yes, obviously.” You scoffed and hugged him a little tighter with a smile, which he responded with a happy grin of his own, “Good, you were perfect.” He mumbled and buried his head into your hair, the sweet scent of it making him fall in love with you all over again.

AUTHOR’S NOTE… so i got carried away i meant to keep this kinda short at 1500 or 2000 words but it’s nearly at 3000 LOL so this should be more than sufficient, btw david wallace simps don’t worry !! more smut and other fics are coming !!

just keep in mind that i’m a college student and i’m also heavily editing like 5 other fics now plus some chapters to a new series for a character i haven’t written before !!

i might also start another series but idk yet lol i don’t wanna overwhelm myself so be patient folks !!! stay tuned, there’s definitely more to come, my next david wallace fic will be a stepdad smut btw so 😳😳😳 DEFINITELY STAY TUNED YALL ARE GONNA WANNA READ IT 🙏

anyways, please visit my character list and prompt list if you'd like, remember, my requests are always open !!! 💖

[chiriwritesstuff]

This was so good, I love a competent and supportive middle-aged man! If only I had someone who hyped me up like David did when I was still working in a corporate setting!

Throughput & Prioritization - A Tale of Management

Summary: You need some help. David Wallace is there to lead you.

A/N: I'm a manager. I need a good c-level to lead and inspire me. I have a crush on David Wallace and as I resignify my work, I write the self-insertiest fic I've ever had the chance to write. I hope you enjoy <3 (there is a chance I will continue this)

Pairing: David Wallace x f!reader (just a hint!)

CW: A lot of cussing. Mostly talk.

Divider by @cafekitsune

“May I speak candidly?” You dropped on the chair in front of the CFO’s desk, huffing. He frowned, looking worried at your distress, then nodded. He leaned on one elbow, hand in the air. “Your CTO is an asshole, and I really can’t make you money if he keeps making those shitty, maddening decisions.”

David laughs, his big hand resting against the desk as he moved, sitting forward.

“Bad meeting, hm?” He leans forward, eyebrows raised, his lips crooked, on a smirk.

“Bad meeting? Shitty meeting.” You growled, crossing your arms and your legs, pouting. “I need you. He won’t listen to me because I have a vagina, probably.”

“I really don’t know how you feel comfortable talking to me like this.” David chuckled, amusedly.

“You know I’m good and I am one of the few managers that have a profitable team in IT.” You huff, shaking your foot. “And you are a good boss, you recognize talent when you see it. And results.”

“Touché.” David slapped the desk, chuckling. “You managed to sell yourself and praise me in the same sentence while avoiding the subject altogether. Congratulations, you became a manager!”

You broke, chuckling, shaking your head slowly. You uncrossed your leg, relaxing against the chair.

“Feeling better?” David asked, his eyes softening.

“Much better.” You sighed.

“Tell me what happened.”

“The CTO keeps throwing more work than my team has the capacity to deal with.” You take a deep breath and shrug. “My team keeps changing initiatives, leaving work in the middle of the way, we can’t get to the end of anything. I showed the numbers and explained little’s law, and he just fucked my backlog again. And I’m pretty sure the thing he prioritized doesn’t even fit the company’s strategy for IT. If I do it, I’ll tank my throughput and get fired, if I don’t he’ll be mad and I’ll get fired.”

David nodded as you talked, his complete focus on you.

“Yeah, Charlie is in a pickle, his decisions affected the productivity of the whole IT team. And his budget was cut, which means no new hires.” David rolled his eyes and tapped his fingertips on his lap.

“I just need someone to influence him. Maybe he’ll listen to you.” You said, moving closer to the end of your chair.

“You’re better than this, you know.”

You look at him, surprised. He smiled gently.

“What does he want? What does he need?” David asks, the tone of his voice soft, enticing.

“He needs a quick win.” You realized, blinking slowly. “He wants fast results.”

“Can you guarantee those?” David moved his big hands, his index and middle finger tapping against his lips. He looked like an eager kid in the classroom that had the right answer to the teacher’s question. But it was your turn to answer. His eyebrows raised, his blue eyes shining in expectation.

“I may have the right thing in my backlog. But why should I save him?”

“Because when it’s time to look at his headcount, he’ll remember you as the only one by his side.” David shrugged, smiling. “And if you can have a quick win…”

“My results will stand out!” You completed, clapping. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“You’re frustrated with his management. And you’re angry. That’s a terrible mindset to make decisions.” He said, very matter of fact. “Now go make your presentation. I’ve seen you in meetings, you can convince him… I’m sure your team will follow you to the ends of the earth.”

You stand up, fire in your veins, your brain quickly making assumptions and connections. You opened the door to his office and paused.

“I owe you a drink.” You blurted, turning to David. He raised his head and looked at you over his glasses.

“You can pick me up here, 6pm.” He said, with a smile.

“It’s a date!” You chirped happily, closing the door.

“Finally,” David muttered absentmindedly, grabbing a pen and focusing on the wad of papers over his desk. “Took you forever...”

[ricflairdrip20]

Requested by: @the-tales-of-ren

“Could you also maybe do another one later on where he catches Angela being mean to the reader and he sticks up for her something?”

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David Sticks Up For You (David Wallace x Reader)

It has been a stressful week so far. Your mind was occupied by the memories of the tragedy you experienced at your university campus many years back and dealing with such incredible losses of your friends. Although you took a few days off and went back to work, your mind is still somewhere else. You were on autopilot as you do your usual routine, writing in numbers on your general ledger.

You weren’t dumb, in fact, you’re a really good accountant, unlike Kevin. You always tried your best to put in your efforts to carefully calculate because numbers don’t lie and one small mistake, everything is messed up. Which is why you were confused when Angela suddenly stormed to you with a disappointed look on your face.

“Y/N, you were supposed to write in 500, and you wrote in 5,000 on the general ledger. Now I have to make a second entry to correct it. What is wrong with you?”

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, Angela, I didn’t mean to… I’ll try to focus more,” You stammered, even though you knew Angela isn’t very forgiving when it comes to accounting errors.

“Maybe I misjudged you. You’re not as diligent as I thought you were.” You felt a little hurt because you tried so hard, yet you knew better that even the best can sometimes screw up. And you wish you have the courage to stand up to the rightly wounded accountant.

As she continues berating you, you noticed a figure from your peripheral vision approaching you, and you recognized that to be David Wallace.

Although you knew David for about a few months since he was hired as a CFO of Dunder Mifflin, you can tell he’s a down to earth guy, even if you don’t see him that often since he works in New York, which is three hours away from Scranton, Pennsylvania. And you’re trying your best to deny it, but you can’t help but feel a little attraction towards the man. You excused it to be someone you’d look for in your significant others, someone who’s there for you during your hardships, especially intense one at that.

“Excuse me, but did I hear you say that Y/N isn’t good at her job?” David asked, his hands placed on his hips.

“She miscalculated the general ledger and now I had to redo the whole thing!” Angela exclaimed.

“That doesn’t excuse you from talking down on her. From what I’ve seen, she does an excellent job at keeping track of the financial position of this company. And yes, she will make mistakes without intention. We all do, because you never know what goes through the person’s mind at that moment.” The last sentence pulled your heartstrings because little does David know, that was your case.

Angela scoffed and walked back to her desk. David turned to you.

“I’m sorry about that. Are you okay?” He asked softly.

You gulped and nodded, not being able to produce words. An almost inaudible “thank you” is all you can do to get your message across.

David smiled warmly before digging into his jacket inner pocket and pulled out his business card with his personal number written on the back.

“Keep in touch and keep up the good work,” he said as he handed you the card. You gingerly accepted it and nodded, partly in disbelief and happiness that the handsome CFO cares enough about you to make sure you were straight… maybe leading into something more.

[gonzo-rella]

Headcanons: Being Alexis Rose's Trans Boyfriend

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

NOTE: While this was written more with binary trans men in mind, I hope this is also suitable for AFAB nonbinary trans people who are masc, male adjacent or otherwise identify with masculinity in some way. I consider myself nonbinary and possibly transmasc, and I wrote this with myself in mind, too. I'm also working on an Alexis x nonbinary!reader set of hcs, for AFAB and AMAB enbies alike, so if this doesn't work for you, stay tuned for that!

Relationship(s): Alexis Rose x transmasc!reader (romantic)

Warnings: Dysphoria, other slightly negative trans-related stuff. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: So, I'm currently going through a transmasc crisis. Like, I still consider myself nonbinary, but I'm also considering the possibility that I'm more on the dude side of things. I always use the analogy of Kermit the Frog, who's technically a guy, but it's weird to class him as a man because he's a frog puppet thing. To help me experiment and explore, I'm writing some fics with a transmasc reader, since the thing that's got me stumped is struggling to imagine myself as a masculine person in a romantic relationship with any gender. I've already written a set of headcanons using this prompt about Wallace Wells, but I really want to write some more of these for a wider range of characters. I chose to write about Alexis because I'm honestly so in love with her, but I'm struggling to picture myself as a guy sorta thing in a relationship with a feminine woman. So, if you're a trans guy or transmasc looking for some more representation in the fanfic space, feel free to peruse my fandom list and send in a request! My last Schitt's Creek fic flopped but I'm also considering writing a short piece about being Roland and Jocelyn's trans kid and them being confused but supportive, so let me know if you'd be interested in that!)

Alexis has a pretty colourful dating history, as part of her pretty colourful life.

So, being trans doesn’t make you stick out like a sore thumb when comparing yourself to her past boyfriends.

What does make you stick out is the fact that you’re just some guy, and not Brad Pitt or Jared Leto or a prince of a country you probably wouldn’t be welcome in.

Alexis wouldn’t mind that you’re trans.

Even if you don’t pass or don’t present in an overly masculine way, it won’t even cross her mind that you’re trans until you eventually tell her, which would probably be when you’ve been friends for a while.

The revelation won’t change things between you, until you mention something trans-related that she isn’t that familiar with, like dysphoria or something.

I feel like Alexis has some blind spots when it comes to trans people.

She’s experienced a lot in her life, and I imagine she’s been acquainted with at least a few trans people in her time.

But, being trans isn’t her lived experience, and she can be a little oblivious to things that aren’t part of her lived experience.

So, when she can’t do or say anything to help you and can only pretend that she understands, she decides that she needs to learn more about trans people.

She’s too embarrassed to admit to you that she isn’t that knowledgeable about trans people beyond a surface-level understanding.

She’ll try to fill those gaps by asking David questions that he’s mostly equipped to answer as a queer guy who’s been around and dated plenty of trans people, including trans guys.

(She’ll act like she’s not asking for you, though David will quickly realise that’s why she’s so interested in trans people all of a sudden)

But, if/when she starts asking questions about what your transness means specifically for you, he’ll groan and send her away, suggesting that she ask you if you’re open to answering her questions.

She’ll also spend a few late nights on her phone and laptop doing research into trans people and how to support them, and as sweet as David finds it, he does not appreciate the noise of Alexis typing keeping him awake until 3am.

Her sincere curiosity is unexpected but endearing, and if you do end up having a talk with her about your transness, it will be a catalyst in getting you two together, because seeing how much she cares about understanding you makes your heart melt.

Fast-forward to when you’re together.

Johnny and Moira are also a little unsure about the whole trans thing when they find out about it.

Unsure as in ‘we haven’t met many trans people’, not doubtful of its validity.

They’ll go to David to ask him (since he’s the queer one in the family), but Alexis proudly and confidently answers them, much to everyone’s shock and amazement.

David is especially impressed.

Alexis is the epitome of that ‘if I had a lameass boyfriend I would hype him up so much’ post.

You’re literally just some guy, but she introduces you as her boyfriend with so much pride.

She is so supportive of you.

She will not let you be down on yourself, or she’ll absolutely try her best.

She showers you with compliments on a regular day, and this quadruples if you feel particularly dysphoric.

It means a lot because she is completely sincere with everything she says, and she’s naturally very good at saying the right things to make you feel better, even if you might expect her to put her foot in her mouth.

If you’re unhappy with your style, she’ll be beyond excited to take you shopping for new clothes.

If you’re not comfortable going clothes shopping in a physical store, she’ll send you links to clothes she thinks will look good on you but also fit in with your desired style.

David will also gladly offer his assistance, since he considers himself an expert in men’s fashion.

But, they will both reluctantly shut up if their input proves unhelpful to you and goes against what you want to wear.

I’d like to think that most of the residents of Schitt’s Creek would be indifferent to you or supportive of you, but on the off chance that you encounter any transphobia, Alexis will come to your defence with an “um, excuse me?”

If you need a gender affirming haircut, she’ll look into trans-friendly hair stylists and barbers in the area.

If you’d like her to, she’ll accompany you to your appointment, and if you’re more passive, she’ll be assertive on your behalf, because sometimes hairdressers suck at listening to what trans clients want and she will fight for you to have your ideal haircut.

And, when you get the haircut, she’ll give you a kiss and tell you how handsome you look.

If you want to get top surgery, she’ll happily help you do research into different surgeons and look into how to help you when you’re recovering.

Basically, she’s already more than willing to spend half of her day on her phone, and she’s happy to spend a lot of that time looking into trans-related things for you.

It’s more than clear how much Alexis loves you.

She’s your biggest cheerleader, and she’ll always be there to support you.

At the end of the day, you’re her boyfriend, and that’s all that matters.

[theoffice-imagines]

Dwight’s prank

Pairing: David Wallace x reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @ricflairdrip20

Request: prompt # 23 & #29

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For as long as you can remember, you’ve always been the one who had been the most hurt by those who thought you could call your “friends.”

One of the things that has attracted you to David Wallace is the fact that he was a good listener to anyone who needed an ear to trust. Though he hasn’t listen to you yet, he was more than willing to. Seemingly more than willing to do it and when he took notice in how you seem down one day, that was when he decided he was going to walk up and talk to you.

David stopped halfway, his tongue had gone dry as he couldn’t form the words he wanted to say to you. He always chooses his words wisely when it comes to talking to someone, but now he realizes it’s when he’s about to walk up and talk to you. Finally, something in mind had come up and he started to speak, but he spoke in a soft voice that you almost missed it. It was surprising to say the least, it spooked you as were deep in thought and you never get spooked, that wasn’t like you at all.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks softly, causing you to jump.

You deny the fact there was anything wrong at all.. well, at first.

As eerie as this may sound, David Wallace had been noticing you better than noticing anyone else in the office. David didn’t mean to do it, he was just so taken by your beauty that he couldn’t help but to keep an eye on you. Before you could speak to even try to deny things, David noticed as he looked closer that you seemed to be short of breath and and sweating as if you had just come back from running a marathon. Seeing you in this condition is where his concern for you grew even more than it already had. You said nothing as David takes the empty spot next to you as he asked you again, a bit differently this time.

“What’s happened? Did something happen?”

You don’t respond at first, but than decide it was best to be honest with him and so you told David why you were looking so upset and how your day had been going so far. You didn’t want to get anyone in trouble, but you felt you had no choice this time and called that person out to David as you begin explaining.

David wasn’t too pleased to say the least after hearing your story and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“You know that weight loss competition we’re doing?”

David nods as you continue.

“Well, Dwight thought it would be funny to trick me into thinking I’m helping him out with a new client and what does he do? Well he drops me off at an abandoned warehouse in a bad part of town and left with my purse as well as my phone.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.. but don’t worry! I’m okay, I wasn’t before but now I am.”

David sighed.

“Stop pretending you’re okay, because I know you’re not.”

“I’m not pretending-“

“Yes you are!”

Before you could say another word, David storms away and you know exactly where he’s headed.

So you follow him.

Once you got to the office, David walks up to Dwight and interrupts his phone call. Dwight immediately gets defensive and even more so when David confronts him of what he did to you.

“Let’s make this the last time I hear of this!”

“Oh come on..”

“You left her in a bad part of town, Dwight!”

“So? I took her purse what’s the big deal?”

“It is a big deal, Dwight!”

“She burned calories walking back here-“

“That’s not how healthy weight loss workout!”

David had to pull himself out of there as he was close to losing it, you followed. Once he had calmed down enough after the events of defend/protecting you, he turns towards you and says only one thing.

“You don’t deserve to be treated that way. You deserve so much better, (Y/n).”

***

@theoffice-imagines