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Blurby smut request

Spencer with a innocence and corruption kink??

Its ok if not and i love you sm!!

I Am a Sinner, You Are a Saint (part 1 of 2 (?)) (AU) (Dom!Vampire!Spencer)

Here are the vibes for this two-parter!

Summary: Fairy!Reader is intrigued by Vampire!Spencer. However, reader's fae family is incredibly over-protective of her, and doesn't allow her to make contact with Spencer as they deem him as a monster. What happens when they meet in the woods and she finds herself falling for the blood-thirsty--but absolutely incredible man? What happens if her parents find out? How will the reader and Spencer continue their blossoming--but forboden love? (HAPPY ENDING!!!!!!)

AN: hello anon! i know that this is not necessarily what you asked for,but part two will be smut and all about the corruption and innocence k!nk! however, do not fret! i will be writing a regular oneshot blurb as well with innocence and corruption kink with Dom!Spencer! But for now, enjoy my little faes! and yes, this is a happy ending but also may be slightly ambiguous.

 Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

 Category: Angst, smut, fluff

 Age: Reader is about 20 and Spencer is about 30-ish

 CW: (SMUT SOON!!) penetrative sex, unprotected sex, blood consumption (consensual), cursing, innocence k!nk, corruption k!nk, spencer and reader plan to run away together, oral sex (female-recieving), lots of kissing, sneaking out, pet-names from spencer for reader (bunny, flower, my love, love, little fae, my little fae)etc, spencer has some self-hatred, mentions of blood in general (kind of in-detail but not too bad), some angst, age-gap (11 years (spencer is 31 and reader is 20 or reader is 21 and spencer is 30)

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There once lived a beautiful fae.

She lived in a cottage that was delicately placed atop of a dandelion field, that was surrounded by a lush garden of herbs and fruits that she loved to make treats and teas out of.

She lived with her cat, Tubby, and her two fathers; Acassia and Ezra.

And although she wasn't psychically alone, she felt insular between the flower-patterned, papered walls of the confinements of her own room and house.

She loved her fathers dearly, in the way where you have to love your own parents..But they were constantly taking and stripping away the pure happiness that she craved.

She loved to pick and care for her fresh fruits and herbs..but something felt missing.

She longed for the day that she could grow somewhere else..make tea for someone..special.

And every night as she sat in her big oak tree, looking up at the twinkling moon and fluttering her outstretched wings, she came to one conclusion.

She would probably be stuck here forever.

In a place where she couldn't grow.

In a place where she couldn't expand her imaginations.

And each day that seemed to pass along with the same activities, she seemed to only have a lust for a new, hopeful life filled with someone that would capture her buzzing heart, and pepper light kisses on it; giving it the proper love that it wistfully dreamt of.

However, one day, when she lay on her belly outside on the tall grass--the little dandelions tickling her dainty feet with such ease-- she met him.

The air was crisp, the breeze blowing through her hair, and the sun casted golden rays of light on her skin..warming her from the outside in.

She inhaled slowly, enjoying the way the fresh air seemed to clear her lungs, and stretched her wings out..looking in front of her at the way the sun highlighted her wings and casted a sort of iridescent reflection on the green grass in front of her.

She was in the midst of making a dandelion crown; weaving together the ends in a braided pattern, when she heard a slight rustling from the bushes behind her.

It was quiet, and so she eventually just brushed it off as being one of the neighborhood bunnies, her cat, or the flexible wind that made the back of her arms ripple with goose-flesh.

But then it happened again..more prominent this time.

She sat up, turning to the bush and narrowing her eyebrows--her eyes squinting.

"Tubby?" she called, her wings fluttering as a means to lift her graciously to her feet. The fabric of the white, long, silk dress she wore around her figure cinched in around her waist a little too tightly.

She adjusted it, along with her green corset and placed the dandelion crown on her head, the soft curls of her hair creating a comfortable nest for the stems of the flowers to cling to.

The bush rustled again, and her wings lifted her up a bit out of slight cowardice.

"Hello?" she began to walk to the shrub, her heart beating in her ribcage. Even the drum of her heart was beautiful.

"Tubs?" she asked again, but as she made her way further into the woods, the hairs on the back of her neck stood.

Vampire.

Something inside her head whispered the word to her. The word that chilled her to her very spine.

She began to run back--not lifting her eyes away from the wooden area whatsoever.

Unfortunately, as she finally began to get some speed, her back smacked right into a strong-something.

Hoping that it was just a tree, her wings caught her fall and turned her towards what was most certainly not a tree.

"Why, hello, little fae," the man said, chuckling with a certain.. Malice.

She yelped, her wings fluttering and flapping so quickly that they practically launched her seven feet back from the..man.

"Oof," she huffed, hitting her back on a tree and falling to the ground.

The dandelion crown fell from her head, but she never even noticed as she rubbed her eyes, trying to not faint from her impactful hit on the bark.

As her eyes fluttered open, (not nearly as ferociously as her wings) she felt her heart fall to her stomach.

He stood right above her, his canines sharp and white.. a certain crimson flashing through his pupils before dissolving into the soft abyss of black pupils.

"You should be more careful, little fae," he spoke, extending his hand out to her. 

She didn't take it.

"Please! D-do not hurt me, sir!" she squeaked, but the man just barked a laugh.

"Why, I would never do such a thing! I am quite offended!"

She wanted to believe him, but his tone seemed almost sarcastic.

She stared up at him, relishing in his distinguishing features.

His cheekbones were strong but suited his perfectly thin figure.. His eyes, now no longer a deep rouge, were a sweet gold--almost like the sun. 

Small specks of dark brown were found in each eye, his lips plump and pink, and his nose small and button-y. Stubble adorned his already sharp jaw and around his mouth; his hair was a golden brunette--only slightly curly but really it was just beautiful waves.

She was able to see his outfit fully now--the misty terror clearing from her vision. He wore a black chemise to which he rolled up to his forearms, black slacks, and dark brown oxford dress shoes.

"Uhm, s-sir?" she peeped, putting her full trust in him by taking his hand. His teeth had now retracted to a more..human look. She could feel the pointed tips of her ears glow with a light vermillion like the apples of her cheeks.

"Spencer," he spoke again, and she smiled softly, his jaw clenching as a means to try his best to keep a stoic look. Although the urge to smile back was strong. "Spencer Reid."

He helped her up to her feet, and he almost immediately retracted his hand.. as though he had been scalded by her soft touch. She tried to hide her surprising feeling of disappointment.

"Oh," she laughed nervously, playing with his name in her head. "W-well, Spencer Reid, I would like to know what you're doin out here!"

She pouted, propping her hands on her hips and trying her best to seem serious.

He just found it absolutely adorable.

Not just her faux anger, but...her.

"Well, I am not so sure what you mean, little fae," he teased, running his hand through his hair. She just about melted. "I was just going for my daily stroll when I found a darling little fairy playing on her lawn."

She puffed, "I-! I am not...darling!" Her face warmed.

Spencer only laughed, and that seemed to egg her growing annoyance on.

"But you see, little fae," he leaned in, causing a chill to slither up her back. "You are."

Before she could respond, she heard her fathers calling for her on the porch. Thankfully, she and Spencer were hidden from plain sight. 

“Sweetheart!" Ezra called, trying to find her. "It's time for dinner! Your father needs you to set the table!"

Spencer gasped playfully, and Y/n turned her eyes back to him. He lifted her chin with his pointer finger, tilting her head up to look at him through a closer perspective. 

"Time to eat, little fae."

She swallowed thickly, gathering up her courage and said an almost sad, "Goodbye." to Spencer.

He nodded, a smug smirk adorning his stupidly handsome face. She felt her heart flutter like the wings that began to lift her off of the ground.

"Best be on your greatest behaviour, little fae!" he called after her as her wings took her home..only loud enough to where she could hear.

She couldn't help but smile at..well, Spencer.

And her book of memories she stored in the big library in her brain replayed her small scene with him.

As she continued to complete her routine tasks for the evening..she felt happier. 

Lighter.

Less lonely.

Her thoughts were filled with only one thing and one thing only.

Spencer.

Spencer.

Spencer.

Why did he consume her thoughts?

Everybody knows vampires and fairies are enemies.

However, one thing lingered in her mind as she waited to fall into a slumber that night.

Vampires kill fairies..whenever they get the chance. 

So..why didn't Spencer kill her?

What was his angel?

He had enough time to rip her to shreds..but no...he barely touched her.

She knew it was wrong that she was thinking this way.

She knew she should automatically hate him.

She knew her parents would never go for their own daughter being with a rival of theirs.

Or...falling in love with a 'monster'.

But the heart is a rebellious little thing.

It claims and wants what it claims and wants. 

And she couldn't do one little thing about it.

Not one.

And as she finally found her rest, she was sure that she wasn't mad about it.

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