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[Hawthorn: Chapter Two]
Willow
Summary: Willow is a new beginning, a new start, a new life. To be a Willow is to thrive even in challenging conditions.
Word count: 1.8k
Relationship: Vampire! Spencer Reid x GN! Reader
Warnings: Vampire, Spencer kinda sniffs the reader, mentions of violence, slight internal panic.
A/N: started this chapter in February,,, jesus. i migth end up posting every other week starting for chapter 3. I’ve finally been able to get a job because I now have reliable transportation! Woo! This will mean slower updates.
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When I made it to the dorm that soon, I would be unable to live in, my phone was quick to punch in the numbers on the slip I had gripped tight in my palm the entire time I drove home. I needed to know who was on the other end so I could see if it was him. The vampire of my dreams.
Even if he drained me, he would have to touch me to do so. I felt as if the smell of him would make up for my death. I wanted to know what it felt like to be held again. He was the first person and last person to hold me since I was a small babe. The arms of a monster was the only place I had ever really felt safe. I wanted that again. Even if the person on the end wasn’t him, they obviously wanted companionship.
And, genuinely? Me too. I didn’t have enough friends. Plus, they seemed innocent enough.
The phone rang for what felt like only half of a ring before it was picked up and answered with a masculine but slightly unsteady, “Hello?”
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Anonymous asked:
Would you write a one-shot where the girl is Spencer's student and somehow he hears a girl talk that she's a virgin (and also that she writes FICS about him), and something happen between them? I'd like her to be inexperienced, but not dumb about sex, nor bratty ❤️❤️ thank you so much for your fics btw, they're amazing
Fanfiction
A/N: Quick PSA: A real person might not be a fan of you writing fanfiction about them... But writing this was fun! It never crossed my mind to have one of Spencer's students write a FF about him.
Word count: 14.4K (it's a long one | That's what she said.)
CW: Smut, Fluff | Mentions of Age Gap/Sexual Experience/Fanfiction/academic pressure/financial struggles/Parents not supporting your dreams, Oral (F), Fingering, Masturbation, Virginity/Loss of virginity, Penetrative Sex (unprotected, creampie), Nicknames (Bunny, Daddy, Sweetheart, Good Girl)
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*picture does not describe the looks of the reader* **********
"The cold rain made the clothes cling to our bodies as we ran into the faculty building. I should've never agreed to interview my professor for the college paper. His class schedule was all over the place and I struggled for weeks to find a place in his calendar to do it.
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go ahead talk about my current hyperfixation i won't be weird i promise
i lied
[Hawthorn: Chapter One]
Cedar
Summary: Cedar has always meant strength. Resilience. The ability to stand on your own for forever.
Word count: 2.1k
Relationship: Vampire! Spencer Reid x GN! Reader
Warnings: vampires, slight wet dream mention, abusive/neglectful parent, and “mild” vampire kink. NSFW SERIES 18+ ONLY
A/N: First chapter of a much-needed series. I, Kiram, the vampire Spencer king, present Hawthorn.
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To say I was excited for the first day of the class would be an understatement. I was practically vibrating in my seat, eyes plastered to the board. Dracula: Intro to Slavic Folklore and Vampires was written in what one might call ‘Chicken Scratch’. It’s a course at UVA, and while it’s been taught by one professor since its start, this year, it’s to be taught by Doctor Spencer Reid.
I had vaguely heard of the name, upon further research I learned that he was an Ex FBI agent with the Behavior Analysis Unit, a genius, and he was hot. Though, from what was written about him, he didn't seem to be the kind of person qualified for teaching about Slavic folklore, an even deeper dive led me to believe that his eidetic memory and IQ alone qualified him for anything.
Plus, vampires just so happen to be my favorite thing ever. So, a pretty face talking about them wouldn't be too bad.
Hawthorn (S.R.)
Series Content Warnings: Vampirism, Professor/Student, Sexual Content, Blood.
“depollute me pretty baby suck the rot right out of my bloodstream.”
- Leith Ross, “We’ll Never Have Sex.”
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For a creature like him, his skin is awfully warm. Professor Reid laughed at the remark, telling me that it is the fire of my life keeping him like this.
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[ Chapter One: Cedar ] Mon, May 23rd
Cedar has always meant strength. Resilience. The ability to stand on your own for forever.
[ Chapter Two: Willow ] Mon, May 30th
Willow is a new beginning, a new start, a new life. To be a Willow is to thrive even in challenging conditions.
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Mister Spencer (S.R.)
Summary: Reader has a crush on her kid’s teacher. Request: Spencer being a kindergarten teacher and your kid being a student his class, and wow what a beautiful teacher is he, maybe your kid is like is like mommy i found the perfect daddy for our family A/N: Note that, as with all of my works, the pictures above do not indicate the appearance of the Reader or Child! I hope you enjoy this fluffy little AU! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Single Mother Reader Word Count: 3.8k
There was a special feeling in the air that night; the cool Virginia breeze carried with it a frantic, albeit happy, energy that was unmatched by any other. It was the evening where parents would brace with a strange mixture of fear, fun, love, and loathing.
It was the night of the annual concert at the local elementary school.
The parents herded their children into minivans and tried to find the willpower to sit through what would almost certainly be an off-key horror with an animal theme. I was doing very much the same.
But there was something odd about my son that night. Each time I would glance back at him, I’d find him staring vacantly out the window like he was missing something. Each time, I would glance over at the empty passenger’s seat and wonder if that was the presence he was missing.
#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fluff rec#kindergarten teacher reid#OKAY SO TO START!!#oh my god i love him#he is so perfect and sweet!! mister spencer supremacy#i loved how adamant the kid was about spencer and reader getting married#i want to kiss him so bad#kiss him and have him give the kid a little forehead kiss. from mister spencer to mister dad !!#im rambling#i love your writing#i will daydream about this fic 4ever#<3
neon nights | chip taylor [18+]
Summary: it was a rundown car, one of the tail lights hung incorrectly as if the repairman hadn’t been too knowledgeable on much but the fact that it was broken. the road was insubstantial, flickering out of existence like the “no” on the motel sign ahead of us. the red echoes off of his cheekbones and eyelids in hollow waves. chip whispered my name brokenly — my tongue ached to say his in return.
Relationship: Chip Taylor x He/Him AFAB! Reader
WC: 4.8k
A/N: Hi my loves! This fic is for Pom (@imagining-in-the-margins) Discord Servers 5th Fic Swap! I was lucky enough to write this fic for Rory (@ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff)! And he wrote me an amazing fic as well, so check his out! The reader is He/Him AFAB and intended to be a gay trans man. No mentions of breasts or a chest area is mentioned in any way shape or form.
CW: Mild Dub-con (Sleepy griding), a little bit of cum swallowing, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, it’s honestly just yearning and pining and dumb gays
Prompt(s):
A: What about this makes you think you’re dreaming? B: I’ve dreamt about you before""
“do you think of me when you touch yourself?” “what else is there to think about?”
“Your hand feels much better than my own.”
Reader is very very wrong about his assumption of his best friend, Chip, being straight. Why? Chip keeps on saying Reader’s name while touching himself
NSFW 18+ ONLY
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Mythological Metaphorical (Spencer Reid x Reader) SMUT
Summary: Spencer receives an accidental submission from one of his college students, which reveals some hidden feelings. Unfortunately it also reveals that his student is aware that Spencer is a vampire.
AN: This was my entry to @imagining-in-the-margins‘ fic swap, this is for @kirencer! The excerpt of fanfiction used in this story is his, so make sure you check it out!
Content Warning: Vampire!AU (Spencer is a vampire), smut (MINORS DNI), biting, desk sex, mild dirty talk, student-teacher relationship, reader is AFAB and uses he/him pronouns
Masterlist // AO3
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Rabbits and triangles🐇
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What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three and two and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven.
Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.
I’m eleven today. I’m eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one, but I wish I was one hundred and two. I wish I was anything but eleven, because I want today to be far away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny o in the sky, so tiny-tiny you have to close your eyes to see.
sandra cisneros; eleven
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why does nobody talk about that adhd symptom where like Sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up what's happened that day. Sometimes you do everything right, everything exactly right, and still you feel like you failed. Did it need to end that way? Could something have been done to prevent the tragedy in the first place? Eighty-nine murders at the pig farm. The deaths of Mason and Lucas Turner and make 91 lives snuffed out. Kelly Shane will go home and try to recover, to reconnect with her family, but she'll never be a child again. William Hightower, who gave his leg for his country, gave the rest of himself to avenge his sister's murder. That makes 93 lives forever altered, not counting family and friends in the small town of Sarnia, Ontario, who thought that monsters didn't exist until they learned that they spent their lives with one. And what about my team? How many more times will they be able to look into the abyss, how many times before they won't ever recover the pieces of themselves that this job takes? Like I said, sometimes there are no words. No clever quotes to neatly sum what's happened that day. Sometimes the day just..... ends.
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Tantalizing Taste (Thorn Fic)
Summary: Vampire!AU. Reader finds Thorn in front of a Samhain altar for himself. A/N: My first Thorn fic and it's a vampire AU! Gotta love it. This is an entry for my Trick or Treat challenge! I'll also be adding it to my old Fantasy AU Masterlist. Couple: Thornton Adams/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Religious references (Wicca), blasphemy, vampires, blood sucking, biting, unprotected sex, breeding kink, pregnancy mention, divorce mention Word Count: 7k
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The moon, in all her wonder, hung high in the sky that night. There was nothing off about her shade nor shape, but I could hardly see her from where I was. Still, a few beams of moonlight would reach through rustling leaves to find me in the detritus.
I hadn’t the slightest clue where I was going. Time felt fuzzy, or in the very least unimportant in my unknown quest. All I knew was that the branches seemed to part for me off the beat path. Almost like the earth itself was calling to me, beckoning me forward into the darkness. As much as I would like to pretend it was a noble thing, it felt mostly involuntary. Like if I stopped, I would be lost forever among the dead wood.
My feet got faster along with my heart. I felt the something calling to me until I could almost taste it among the iron in my lungs. I could see the clearing ahead of me, hear it as it shouted to me to come closer and closer and —
#kiram loves vampires#hi yes im kiram and im in love with vamp mgg characters#i want him to bite me claim me MAKE ME HIS#i am a weck#i love how the first thig we get is abt the moon and then we learn abt how reader and thorn were pulled together almsot unexplainably-#-moon and tide things methinks#kiram recs
his husband | trans man reader
Summary: Reader has waited so long for his wedding night. Especially because Spencer has not had him since the date was announced
Relationship: Spencer Reid x Trans Man! Reader
WC: 1K
A/N: Hi my loves! I write this fic in a culmination of two days and I love it!! I need this in my life.
CW: Mild Breeding Kink, NSFW, Mild possessiveness/ownership ("My husband" is said multiple times), and use of the term "sweet boy." Reader has no specification of a chest or not, but AMAB and AFAB terms are used to describe their body.
NSFW 18+ ONLY
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“I have always wanted someone to call my own,” he said softly, his knuckles brushing against the bridge of my nose, across my bottom lips, over my cheek. It was all places that he already had memorized ‐ every divot and curve and line already been touched by his hands twofold. This was … different through. Far better than every other time. “For some time, I was sure that I’d be fine with anyone. I can see now how wrong I was, my sweet boy.”
Spencer’s hands slid down my shoulders, moving to trace down my torso. I was burning. Spencer must be on fire considering how every touch of him to me scorched my skin in the best of ways. I knew that after tonight, I would never know anything but his hands on me. My husband placed a soft kiss on my hip bone, his warm eyes honeyed in the candlelight. “Anyone but you as mine ‐ my husband ‐ would be so wrong.”
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I’m too lazy to edit cause it takes my dyslexic ass forever so i got the best editor ever: Kiram…. http://kirencer.tumblr.com THANKS HUN
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Tummy kisses r so sweet in my opinion
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My Forever — Part 1
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Y/N runs into Spencer for the first time in seven years, and a whole new chapter of their story begins. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, drinking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, thigh riding (If I’ve missed anything, let me know!) Word Count: 3.3k
NOTE: Welcome to the new chapter of the You Favorite universe!! I’m so excited to share it with you!! I do recommend you read the first three parts, which you can find in the series masterlist (I combined both that series and this one there), before you read this! Thank you for being so patient and so excited for this journey! I hope you like it ❤
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You’ll never believe who I ran into tonight…
Normally when I come home for a week, I don’t make it a habit to go out. But since I was here here for Grandmother’s funeral this weekend, I felt like I needed at least one drink. Though, truth be told, I’m not sure that’s the real reason I showed up here at all.
I was on my way to Mom’s place, and I passed a bar with bright lights and a busy parking lot. Not typically my scene nowadays, but as I approached, this strange tingle ran up my spine, and before I knew it my hands were turning the wheel and I was pulling in, trying to find a parking space.