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my petite protégée (bau x reader/spencer x reader)
Y/N is new to the BAU and works under Garcia. she finds herself being able to see something in the case no one else does, impressing the team, including a specific doctor
this is fem!reader but i will try to make my fics more gen later. in requests btw, if you would like to, please specify what gender you would like the reader to be
genre: fluff
word countL 8.7k
trigger warnings: just regular criminal minds stuff
A/N: So, this took a different turn, a fluffier turn. Originally this was gonna be an angst fic but then I was in a cute mood so. Tell me if you guys want me to continue the Techie Reader series because I would be happy too. Also, the reader is around 20, and I’m placing Spencer at 26-27 so there is a bit of an age difference, but not too much. This is around season 3
UPDATED A/N: I wrote this in 2020 and then deleted it when I deleted my old Tumblr. But, I was really proud of this fic, so….here it is.
This system was far more complicated than what you’ve practiced with when you were at the academy, but you shouldn’t be too surprised knowing the kind of equipment that the FBI tended to use, it was all taught to you at The Academy.
“And I’ve developed all the software myself!”
In addition to the fact that the software was designed by Ms. Penelope Garcia herself.
“This is…amazing,” You gawked, eyes scanning over the array of code Garcia so gracefully decided to show you, whether it was for you to study or be in awe at. Either way, you were doing both, leaning forward in order to scan your eyes over as much of the sequences as you possibly could, although you doubt you would remember it all. You were intelligent, IQ of 159 and almost perfect grades throughout all of your schooling, but you were better with making connections and remembering numbers than memory, so even if you wanted to remember all of Garcia’s code, it was nearly impossible
“That’s right, stare in wonder!” Garcia exclaimed in a grandiose tone, to which you nodded intrinsically, the blue hue of the laptop flashing into your eyes as you scanned the computer one last time.
“I am in wonder,” You replied directly, turning around in your rolling chair to look at the extravagantly dressed woman in all of her glory. “But how long did it take you to program this?”
“A magician never reveals her secrets, Y/L/N.” Garcia replied ominously, to which you gave her a deadpan stare before bursting out into a smile and shaking your head playfully.
“You’re the boss.” You whispered back, spinning around in your chair once more so you would be facing the computers, hearing the rolling of another set of wheels as Garcia pulled up an extra chair next to you.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to someone telling me that, although it feels nice.” She giggled, smiling at me before pulling the keyboard closer to her and entering whatever information was needed in order to pull up the FBI’s security page. As you read through the page, you could see all the requested information pertained to you, and even before you could reply with the needed responses, Garcia began to type.
“Do you have a middle name?”
“Ah–”
“Oh, wait. Never mind, I know that.” She scrolled further down the page.
“Age?”
“20.”
“Oh! You’re a youngster, younger than Reid even.”
You did not recognize that name but decided to not inquire about it.
≣ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, all characters are aged up, fem! reader, unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation, cunnilingus, clit slapping, dacryphilia, size kink, riding, fingering, creampie
≣ notes ⋮ have not posted in a bit oops
𖧷 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
gojo is mean under the ruse of being sweet, cupping your cheek tenderly as he chuckles at your tears. he likes watching you squirm, watching your hands pressing gently at his chest to push him away even as your hips meet his thrusts halfway. you’re sensitive, the drag of his thick veins running along your walls and the blunt head of his cock kissing the spongy spot deep in you, making you sob as you near yet another orgasm.
“p-please, toru—’s too much, i c-can’t—”
“aw sweetheart,” he coos, kissing the tears that slip from your lashline and coat your cheeks, making you whimper as you feel his navel bump along your clit. “don’t underestimate yourself,” he chuckles, groaning as you hug tightly around him, “you can give me one more, can’t you? just so damn needy for me, aren’t you, baby?”
his hips slam into you faster now, angling to hit you right against your sweet spot, making you cling to him as sob, legs hooking around his hips as your hands tug at his hair.
“toru, toru—oh,” you gasp, hips raising off the mattress as your orgasm crashes over you, pulling whimpers and mewls from your lips as your release coats him and soaks the mattress under you. gojo’s hips almost still as he watches you, entranced—and then he groans needily, bucking into you harsher as he chases his own high.
“fuck,” he curses, “think you can do that again, baby?” he asks desperately, lust in his voice even after all the rounds he’s fucked you through, “jus’ one more time, yeah? wanna see it one more time.”
𖧷 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎
geto hums against your pussy as your legs squeeze around his head, one hand moving to stroke your thigh soothingly as he licks another stripe along your folds. he’s fucking his tongue into you before flicking it along your clit, staring up at you with wide, hazy eyes as he watches your lips part with another moan.
“suguru—fuck, like that,” you plead, grinding your hips further against his face. his tongue plunges past your folds once more, nose bumping along your clit and making your fingers tangle into his hair. he groans when you pull at the strands, making you sob with pleasure as the vibrations run along your heat. there’s a mess of your slick and his spit along his chin and your inner thighs—but it only makes him want you more, the taste of you on his tongue not enough to satiate his hunger.
“c’mon princess,” geto mumbles as he presses a soft kiss against your clit, making you whimper as your hips buck for more friction, “gonna cum nice and hard for me, right? like a good girl?”
“y-yes—yes, gonna cum,” you gasp, biting your bottom lip when you feel yourself get closer and closer to falling over the edge—and when his lips wrap around your clit and suck, you can’t help but let go, the coil in your belly snapping with more force than ever. “su-suguru—”
you cut yourself off with a squeal as you cum, hard, gushing over his face as you release, making his eyes widen before they narrow with urgency. his lips don't leave your dripping cunt, making you whine as it becomes too much—but he’s determined to watch you cum like that again.
“sugu—” you sob, trying to push him away, but he wrenches your legs apart and slaps your cunt with a warning.
“don’t interrupt, baby,” he growls, “‘m not finished yet.”
𖧷 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈
toji likes to watch you struggle to sink down on him, the thickness of his girth almost too much for you to take even after so much prep. he smirks up at you, scarred lips forming a lopsided grin as he watches you huff in frustration. his arms are behind his head, lazily raking dark eyes over your figure before settling on your glistening folds, spread open as you take him in slowly, the head of his cock disappearing inch by inch as you whimper.
“‘s big,” you whimper pitifully, lips wobbling as they curl into a pout, “c-can’t—”
“need help, huh doll? can’t do nothin’ on your own?” he chuckles before flipping you over, slowly pushing past your tight cunt and bottoming out, making you squeal as your arms wrap around his neck. the sounds you make against his ear as he slowly rocks into you encourage him to pick up his pace, right until he’s bullying into you cruelly, hand reaching between your bodies to find your clit.
“‘m close,” you whine, “please, please—need it,” you babble, making him chuckle smugly as he kisses the skin of your neck.
“close, huh? already?” he mocks, groaning as you clench down on his cock at his words, a dull ache spreading to his heavy balls as he quickens his pace and chases his own high, “so fuckin’ tight, doll. feel so—”
“oh,” you sob, and then he feels his crotch soak, staring down in shocked, wide eyes as you gush all over him, wetting the sheets under you and leaving your skin glistening with your release. he blinks, before another cocky grin tugs at his lips as he rolls his hips and slams into you with a punishing pace.
“atta girl,” he rasps, “so fuckin’ pretty. be a doll and do it again for me, okay?”
𖧷 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈
nanami is gentle—delicate as he kisses between your brows, whispering praise against your skin as he trails his lips along your cheeks and jaw. your cries are muffled against his lips as he meets you with a deep kiss, his fingers sinking into your tight cunt and stretching you out, curling against the spot that makes your eyes roll and your lips part with a gasp. you feel the steady ache build, slowly bringing you closer to your high as his wrist thrusts to dig his fingers deeper.
“so pretty, love,” he hums, “always look so perfect like this. come on,” he presses a quick kiss to your lips, “cum for me. let go for me, yeah?”
“ken,” you whine, writhing when his palm glides over your clit as his fingers fuck into you fast, the squelching sound of his digits sinking in and out of you filling the room along with the soft moans you let out. “k-ken, ‘m…’m gonna—”
“let go,” he pushes, fingertips hitting your spot with perfect precision, making your back arch as you cum with a choked cry of his name, thighs shaking and toes curling at the intensity of your orgasm. he watches with labored breaths as your arousal coats his wrist, making a mess between your legs as your release flows from your dripping cunt. it makes his own erection throb against his boxers, straining to be set free and sink into your wet heat.
“good,” you gasp, “feels good.”
“fuck,” nanami curses, pulling his fingers out of you and quickly exposing his red, aching member, “need to feel you do that on my cock.”
𖧷 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀
yuta has lost count of how many times he’s cum in you, a ring of the mess he’s made formed at the base of his cock as he sloppily thrusts into you even as you both hiss with sensitivity. he can’t think straight—only aware of how badly he needs you, how there’s never enough when it comes to you.
“feels…feels so good,” he pants, his voice breathy and labored, “not enough, ‘s n-not enough. more,” he whines.
“yu—”
“jus’ one more,” he pleads, cutting you off, “need more, princess. please.”
you’re clinging to him, arms wound tightly around his neck and letting his cock bury deep into you with wet, squelching noises, muffled by the sounds of your whimpers and his low groans. his hands are everywhere—feeling you up as they trail over your skin and leave it burning with the feeling of his touch, bringing you closer to your high.
“o-oh god…gonna—yuta,” you cut yourself off with a shriek of his name, and suddenly, he feels something wet coat him, looking down to watch with wide eyes as you soak him with your arousal, the clear liquid glistening along his crotch as you sob through your high. it makes his hips stutter before he cums instantly, body falling over yours as he’s gasping into your neck, your walls spasming around him and milking him of his cum.
“fuck, fuck—again,” he pleads, “do that again. need to feel you again,” he babbles, hips still rutting into you as his cock twitches with each rope of cum he spills into your abused cunt.
A/n: Yeah, while ive been gone this has been on my mind
Warning: Pussy drunk men, choking, slow to rough sex, whimpering, love struck reader
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You swear to god you forget how to breath when you hear his whimpers.
They come from his throat, soft, shy, like he cant fathom what he's feeling right now. His hips stutter as they press against your own, and his chest rises and falls in deep intervals. The grip he has on your hips is bruising, like he is holding onto you for dear life as he plunges his throbbing dick into your warm cunt.
"O-oh god," He groans, burying his nose in the crook of your neck and continuing the slow roll of his hips into you. Its also dizzying how his tip bumps into your cervix and his pelvis rubs on your clit. His hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead and god he is trying his best to surpress his moans by biting his lip but its clearly not working.
"H-hey its ok, look at me," you manage to whisper, nudging his head and bringing him to look at you. You gulp as you take in his face; his eyes are lidded with lust and his lips are slightly parted. You forget what you were going to say and instead guide his hand to your throat, letting him slightly squeeze it before he leans into you for a warm messy kiss.
Your lips slowly meld and your tongues dance together. He groans into your mouth and starts to quicken the speed of his thrusts. You gasp at the sudden change of pace and try to break away from the kiss but he keeps you still with his hand on your throat.
It's for Daryl and Reader ((they are not in a relationship and Daryl is not even aware about reader's massive crush on him, but he also very soft and gentle with the reader 🥺 as compared to the Other Alexanderians 👺. Also reader and Rosita are besties)) So one day the reader is limping bc she twisted her ankle and Rosita teases her along the lines whether Daryl had fucked her good last night and Tara goes like "Yeah yeah tell us" and Daryl overhears that and he is absolutely dumbfounded bc he had know idea that people were shipping them. Daryl just stands there and watches the reader blush at all the filthy things Rosita is talking about the reader and him doing it like "Did y'all do it on his bike, like you always wanted" and more such stuff. The rest you could write by your imagination 😗 And then smut eventually happens. Make it rough pls (actually reader starts limping 😈) 🥺 thanks!
You developed a massive crush on Daryl Dixon as soon as he walked through the gates of Alexandria. He was filthy and holding a freshly killed possum and a crossbow. He looked distrustful and angry. He grudgingly dropped his gun on the cart you'd brought out to take their weapons without even looking at you. But one look at those narrow blue eyes, cut biceps, and broad chest and you wanted him.
Once he showered and accepted that no one was going to try to kill and eat him or his loved ones, he softened a bit. He still had quite a bit of disdain for the most spoiled residents and merely tolerated others. But you had been in Alexandria for almost a year already when the new group showed up. You knew what it was like to survive so you understood the weariness of the new arrivals. You tried to reach out to them to reassure them, prove to them that they had nothing to fear from anyone in Alexandria. Your experience earned their instant respect and trust. Even Daryl’s.
The more you interacted with him, your pure lust turned into affection as well. You loved the way he gently took care of the baby girl, how tirelessly he worked to keep everyone safe and fed, how he bonded with Aaron and treated him like a brother. He developed a soft spot for you. He wasn’t just polite or all business; he asked how you were doing, if you knew how to cook rabbits, if you were better with guns or knives, etc. Everyone noticed that you brought out his tender side, and how his presence made you flustered.
You were too shy to act on your feelings, though, and Daryl was completely clueless. The fact of it would have to smack him in the face, and someone else would have to do it for you.
One day you both went on a quick run on his bike, and you returned with a twisted ankle. It was stupid - you tripped getting off the bike. You were humiliated and angry with yourself. You’d taken on groups of walkers, survived buildings in flames, and escaped men who didn’t deserve to live. And yet, your worst injury to date was from… stepping on flat ground.
Once you were home and Denise had treated you and told you to rest, Daryl brought you home and made you comfortable. He got you settled on the sofa, brought you pillows, water, books, and sent Carol over with some stew. It was too much, you laughed as your heart swelled.
A day or two later you were walking again, although with a limp. On his way to his parent's house, Spencer said Rosita and Tara were on supply duty but would love a visit. Those two women had become your best friends not just from the new group, not just from Alexandria, but from your entire life. You just clicked together. There was a natural connection, and you confided in each other. You celebrated when Tara and Denise got together. You comforted Rosita when Abraham left her for Sasha but watched her find love with Spencer. And they were the only people you’d opened up to about your feelings for Dary. You told each other emotional things, risqué things, and gave advice. But not even they could convince you to pursue Daryl.
You found your besties sharing a cigarette on the porch of the supply house. You managed to climb the few steps up with no pain and settled in the rocker.
"Hey, look who's mobile again!" Tara said as she offered you a puff. You smiled and declined with a happy sigh.
"Yeah, it's more embarrassing than painful now," you explained.
"No need to be embarrassed. Unless you're limping because Daryl finally fucked you silly!" Rosita teased.
"SHHHH, ohmygod! What if someone hears us?!" You blushed and hid your face while giggling.
"Shit, is that what really happened?!" Tara gasped excitedly. "Tell us, tell us evvvvvrything!"
"Oh she fell off his bike alright, during a 'ride,'" Rosita said with finger air quotes.
"Fuck you both!" you laughed.
"You're not my type," Tara scoffed affectionately. "But, come on, is that what happened?"
"No! I really did just stumble off the bike like a dumbass. If he didn't want me before he sure doesn't now. He probably thinks I'm just a clumsy loser now."
"Oh please, the way that man's been spoiling you since it happened, he doesn’t think anything of the kind," Rosita said.
Tara nodded in agreement. "Dude, if you said the word, he'd be yours in a second."
"You just gotta say that word, sweetie," Rosita gently encouraged.
You sighed again. "I want to… more than anything. God, I want him so badly. But I've never asked a guy out. What would I say? 'I think I love you?' 'Wanna have sex?' I'm just not that bold," you cringed, feeling like a teenager with a crush.
"I could see if Spencer will talk to him," Rosita offered.
"Yeah but Daryl's just as shy as Y/N," Tara pointed out. "It's going to take something drastic to get them to finally act on each other."
"Hmm, true," Rosita nodded. "I guess we're just going to have to spend the rest of our days listening to Y/N's fantasies."
"They're good fantasies, though," Tara said, "I even took one idea and asked Denise if she'd…"
As Tara detailed a recent intimate discovery, unbeknownst to you, Daryl was laying flat on his stomach in the crawl space under the porch. He was simultaneously floating up to the heavens at the revelation and wishing the ground would open and swallow him whole.
About 10 minutes before, Rosita had flagged him over with a story about a wasp nest behind the porch skirting near the foundation. She insisted she was deathly afraid of wasps and Tara said she was allergic. They moved the side panel and he'd crawled underneath. Rosita kept giving him conflicting directions.
"It should be right there… maybe it's more towards the middle… maybe it's at the other end…no, that far-end panel doesn't come off do you'll have to scooch over there… I just don't want one of the kids to get stung! You don't want Judith getting hurt, do you?"
He dropped his face in the dirt in defeat. There was no wasp nest. There were only two sneaky women looking out for their friend.
The shock hit him as if the house had collapsed on top of him. Of course he felt the same about you. You were the most beautiful woman in Alexandria, the kindest and the most welcoming. He enjoyed your company and felt like a schoolboy whenever he knew he would see you.
Of course he'd thought about you in ways that made him blush. During their bike ride a few days before, he'd gotten hard as you'd wrapped your arms around his chest on the bike. He almost crashed as he imagined you hands roaming south and cupping his bulge. When you stepped the wrong way and twisted your ankle, he cursed himself and wanted to pick you up and kiss you for comfort.
Of course he also felt incapable of making a move. How awkward it would be to bring you dead rabbits and say, "This means I like ya," or "will you sit with me in the Gazebo so people can wonder what you're doing with the redneck?"
But to hear that you wanted him just as much, that you'd told her girlfriends your dirty wishes, that you'd used the words "love" and "sex"... he knew he'd be under that porch a long time before that particular erection died down.
And how was he supposed to face Tara and Rosita?!
Then again, how could he ever thank them?
He stayed under there running a thousand thoughts through his head while listening to your sweet laugh as your friends chattered. A little while later Tara said they needed to get to work and you set off back home.
Rosita stayed outside to finish a second cigarette. Daryl saw her feet stop in front of the opening. She knocked on the railing and asked, "Find anything good under there?"
"Just a skinny little snake with long brown hair," he answered as he crawled out. He stood up and brushed himself off, unable to look at her.
"You're welcome," she smirked and handed him the rest of the cigarette before walking back inside.
Daryl made a beeline for the garage to get his bike and walked it up to your house. He acted on pure adrenaline, no thoughts at all as he knocked in the door. You opened the door with a smile for him. He swore your cheeks flushed at the sight of him.
"Hey. Wanna go for a ride?" He asked quickly before he lost his nerve. "You been cooped up here. Thought you might wanna get out."
You bit your bottom lip. "Are you sure? I figured you'd never take me out again."
"Nah," he said as he fidgeted and shook his leg. "I mean, if you don't want- -"
"No no, I do want to," you insisted. "I'm restless. I haven't sat around and tried to relax in years. Feels wrong. So, yeah, let's go."
You insisted on making it down the stairs yourself and climbed on the back of the bike behind him. You held onto him but resisted the urge to lay your head against his back. Daryl wasn't sure if the vibration he felt was from the bike's motor or his heart beating so hard at your touch. Spencer opened the gate as the bike approached and gave Daryl a thumbs up. Daryl flipped him the bird in response, which Spencer somehow thought was funny.
"What was that about?" You asked confused. Daryl and Spencer had barely interacted with each. They were too different to ever be friends but there was no animosity either. So, why the sudden in-joke/insult?
"S'nothing," Daryl said as the bike sped away from the safe zone.
Daryl knew a safe, secluded place with a breathtaking panoramic view and a limited walker threat. As he got closer, he realized he still had no idea what to say. He only decided against telling you what had really happened that morning. You'd be mortified and potentially never speak to Rosita again. He just hoped that the right moment would present itself.
When he finally stopped the bike you gushed at the beauty of the landscape.
"This place is stunning!" You said, still sitting behind him. "How did you find it?"
"Just while hunting," he shrugged with a smile as he turned to look at you. He basked in your happy expression, feeling proud that he could give you such a moment of wonder. "Thought you'd like it."
"Oh, I love it!" On instinct, you closed the tiny gap between you and kissed his right cheek. You both froze and tensed up over what had just happened.
"I… I'm so sorry…" You stuttered, embarrassed.
The words "Don't be" rapidly tumbled from his mouth. You stared at his leather-draped shoulder but he kept looking at you. He swallowed hard and confessed, barely above a whisper, "Liked it."
Your eyes shot up to his but he flinched and closed his. You dared to lean in and lightly press your lips to his stubble-covered skin. It was brief, innocent, almost juvenile, but the sensation radiated through both of you. He held your hand against his chest and looked into your eyes. He leaned back and this time your lips met his. You let out an excited little moan against his mouth, surprised that the moment you'd been daydreaming about was finally happening, and it did not disappoint. His thin pink lips were soft but surrounded by prickly scruff. You parted slightly and tasted his hot cigarette breath. The angle of your seating arrangement was too awkward for your tongues to finally meet, so you broke the kiss to climb off the bike. Daryl didn't let go of your right hand as you came around and threw your leg back over the bike to face him.
"Daryl?" You said breathily.
He reached up to cradle your face in his hands, his aqua orbs boring into your soul, paralyzing you in fully realized lust.
"Just say the word," Daryl whispered.
Once the heat streaming up your neck and overwhelming your motor functions dissipated, you squeaked, "Yes."
The force of your mouths crashing into each other was deliciously painful. Months of your own frustrated desires burst forth from each of you, only to be released back into each other. Your tongues fought a losing battle as you both struggled to keep up with your combined speed and demand. As you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, Daryl's hands moved down to your hips and forcefully pulled you flush onto his lap. He was already hard, painfully encased in constricting denim, and you reactively wiggled your core against him, causing you both to buck into each other. You couldn't breathe or take anymore and pushed his face back.
"Yes!" You panted wildly into his face. "Yes, yes, yes!" You bunched up the hem of your shirt and tossed it into the grass, then pushed at Daryl's vest as he dealt with your pants zipper.
"I know," he hinted as his fingers unzipped your pants. "I know ya love me. And I love ya back, Y/N."
"How?" You asked, only briefly comprehending and caring about the answer. "Don't matter," he said dismissively. "Fucking need ya."
"I need you too, Daryl!" You whined as you lifted your knee to pull one pant leg off. "Need you to fuck me right here."
He lunged forward for another desperate kiss and fiddled with his own button and zipper. You let your pants dangle off the other leg and he pushed you back until you were splayed out over the fuel tank and handlebars. He rose up and planted his feet on the ground and pushed his jeans and boxers down enough to free his aching cock. You looked down and gasped at his size and neediness, dark, engorged, and leaking in anticipation.
"Yes!" You repeated. Daryl reached down and tore the soaking wet crotch of your underwear open. You both scooted closer until his tip found its way into your folds.
"Help me out, Y/N," he said as he teased you but couldn't make his way inside you. You reached down to hold his head and guided it to your ready entrance. As soon as he felt your warmth envelope his tip he shoved his entire length inside you in one thrust. He gritted his teeth and grunted from deep in his chest while you cried out at the heavy intrusion. You hadn't had sex since the before times, and Daryl was not a small man, but the burn still satisfied you.
He noticed your grimace and asked, "You ok?"
"Yes!" You huffed loudly. "More!"
His knuckles were white as he gripped the handle bars near your head and he began rapidly plunging into you. You held onto his hips as continuous, high-pitched sighs of pleasure and awe flowed from your lips. Daryl marveled at how you could feel so tight yet your increasingly slick walls let him glide into you with such ease.
At that moment, Daryl was more beautiful to you than ever. The hot summer sun rays glistened on his tanned skin. His long chestnut locks hung over his face, the lower strands glued to his neck with sweat. His mouth now hung open in a silent scream as he watched your face contort and your breasts bounce in your bra. He let go of one handle to roughly pull your bra cup down and wrap his mouth around your nipple. You pulled your knees higher up and begged, "Harder!" Daryl stood up straight, gripped your hips, and pistoned into you so quickly you lost all sense of rhythm and self. Daryl quickly lost himself in the moment too and had to stop for a minute to rebalance. You both caught your breath and stared at each other intensely. Daryl sat back down, overwhelmed by the heat, the physical strain, and the emotion in your eyes. You pushed yourself up, still connected to him, and wrapped your arms around his neck, inching your thighs over his. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back, and began slowly grinding back and forth. He held your ass and helped you, knowing you were using every leg and ab muscle available to maneuver on top of him. You brushed his wet hair back from his face and kissed him again. Your mouths fused together, devouring each other, as your speed increased. Nothing could stop your rhythm or interrupt your shared energy by that point. You both would have ignored a crowd of people, a herd of walkers, even an earthquake or tornado. You were one, finally.
"I'm… close," you whined as your pussy pumped him mercilessly.
Daryl laid back flat against the long seat and you lowered your legs down to the sides, gaining firm footing on the pegs. You looked like an angel hovering over him against the cloudless blue sky. Emotion caught in his throat as he thanked a God he wasn't even sure of anymore for bringing you to him.
You concentrated as much weight as you could on your good ankle and ignored the pain in the other. The new angle raised Daryl's shaft straighter and deeper into your body than you thought possible. You both cried out at how perfectly and intensely your bodies connected. You rested your hands on his chest as he rutted his hips upwards, making you bounce above him. As soon as his thumb swiped your clit, your back arched, your arms flew to the sides, and a jagged growl poured from your chest into the wind. Your walls clenched so tightly and your body jerked so sharply that you lifted up clean off Daryl's cock. The sudden vice grip, then release of your body set off his own orgasm. As the ripples rolled through him, his hot milky spurts landed on his stomach instead of in you.
Once you felt your consciousness return to your body, you reopened your eyes and beheld the man beneath you. His strong chin still quivered as soft moans bubbled in his throat.
You bent forward and rested your head near his shoulder. He wrapped his bulging arms around you and patted your hair. In a wide open field in a world decimated by an unknown virus, you'd never felt safer than you did on a motorcycle in Daryl Dixon's embrace.
"I meant it, Y/N. I love ya. Shoulda told you a long time ago."
"I should have too," you sighed in regret. "But we know now. Just don't let me go."
He squeezed you tighter. "Never. Yer my angel now."
"Angel?" You smiled. "I like that. But… how did you find out?"
Daryl exhaled with a grin. "Let's just say you got the best friends a girl could ask for."
You suddenly understood Spencer's thumbs up, and you began plotting Rosita's demise.
"That little bitch!"
Daryl chuckled and kissed your head. "Gotta be nice and thank her later," he said.
"Much, much later," you said as you looked up and winked. "We're probably drawing a crowd here soon."
You sat up first, followed by Daryl, who still wouldn't let you go. You finally took a look at yourselves. Both sets of clothes were half off, torn, and stained. Your hair matted to your heads with sweat. Your ankle and your insides throbbed from the activities. You didn't mind one little bit.
You couldn't stop smiling at each other as you both tried to stand up and put yourselves back together. Once you climbed back on the bike behind Daryl to go back home, you held on tight and snuggled against his back. You'd never known such happiness.
This time Glenn was at the gate to let you in, and his face turned beet red at your obvious afterglow. He didn't know it was possible for Daryl to smile like that, but he felt immense delight for his friend.
Daryl parked the bike in front of your porch steps and stood off first. Rosita and Tara were out front across the street, both slack-jawed in pride and jubilation. Daryl, still smiling, flipped them both off, causing all three of you to burst out laughing. Daryl offered you his hand as you carefully slid off the bike and limped up your stairs with a new injury. This time, you limped home not in embarrassment or regret, but in love and peace.
Thank you for reading!
I hope you enjoy it, Anon.
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There also needs to be a button for “this is the 5000th time I’ve read your fic because I’m having a horrible day and this is the only thing in the world that always brings me happiness.”
Summary: At a parent teacher conference, Spencer and Reader explain their seemingly unorthodox parenting style.
Request: Spencer and reader are parents and they realize their young child is a genius like Reid and Reid refuses to put them on the same genius path he was put on as a kid because he doesn’t want them to deal with what he had to deal with as a child prodigy
A/N: This is very much based off a memory I have of me and my parents (my father is also Autistic). As such, the daughter is also Autistic-coded. I hope you enjoy Protective Dad Spencer!
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Domestic Comfort/Fluff
Content Warning: SpEd, education, teachers, arguing, crying
Word Count: 4k
MASTERLIST
My husband has many tells. His emotions are clearly displayed in every inch of his existence if you care enough to look, even for someone average like me. Which is why I knew before we even made it into the classroom that he was nervous. With bouncing legs and fingers cracking as he pushed curled fists against his jaw to try and hide the way his lip quivered with unspoken thoughts.
There was nothing I could say to make an elementary school a more comfortable place for him. They were nothing but a constant reminder of a childhood filled with teachers, therapists, lawyers, and doctors. A collection of professionals with one shared goal of using a little boy to achieve whatever they needed to. All justified with the belief that later, he would understand. He would be grateful.
But that wasn’t how it happened. If any of them had checked in on the boy genius after he stopped being ‘useful’, maybe they would have figured it out.
argyle is the person you want on your team in an apocalypse
LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS:
WOODWORKING skills
COOKING skills
TRACKING skills
FORAGING SKILLS??!
GUYS????? argyle needs to and will hopefully become an integral, ESSENTIAL member of the big kids gang. he knows so much and this is only addressing his survival skills
hte amount of ppl who've reblogged this from me adn said they only know kakashi from ethoslab is staggerign. i miss the days when teenagers would scroll through youtube finding amvs of anime they only vaguely recognize and get immersed in a whole rivalry with characters they nkow nothing about. better days,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
