spencer reid who looks so innocent to everyone else, but not to you, not when you know him so damn well like the palm of your own hand. spencer reid who knows you have to keep it low whenever you're around your coworkers because, well, you don't want them prying on your life, yet enjoys making it so fucking hard for you. spencer reid who knows what he does to you when he styles his hair back and wears that damned glasses and looks at you that way. spencer reid who chooses to take advantage of how your desks are close to each other and rests his elbow on his desk and just stares at you with those damn bedroom eyes. spencer reid who has his head softly lowered anytime you get near him and doesn't even realize how fucking submissive he is to you and it drives you insane. spencer reid who flutters his eyes, licks his lips and bites the inside of his cheek when you decide you're having enough of it and uses your rank as his senior to tell him to do his work. spencer reid who still chooses to watch you go around until you do what he wants, and you shouldn't let him get away with it so easily, but he just looks so fucking good. spencer reid who gasps when you push him back against the door in a small room you're not even supposed to be in to begin with, and kisses him hard. spencer reid who pants against your mouth as you don't waist a second before taking his already hard cock out of his pants and stroking him fast, and hard. spencer reid who whines when you say "you're such a fucking tease, you know that? anyone could walk in and see you like this, and i bet this is exactly what you wanted, huh? but you're only mine to look at, pretty boy". spencer reid who can't hold back his moans yet enjoys when you make him do it, because as hot as it makes you feel, you can't be caught. spencer reid who knows by the look on your face when he comes, his mouth open against yours in a soundless moan and his legs shaking from his orgasm, that you're not even close to done with him. spencer reid who smiles to himself the rest of the day knowing what's waiting for him when you get home.
inspired by the spencer reid looks and if you don't know it then i'm sorry for you and you definitely needs to see it, so here it is! i am simply obsessed with it
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An offer she couldn’t refuse…
I don’t know what’s going on with the new Rise of Red trailer, and at this point I’m too afraid to ask. I’m not too afraid to speculate though!!
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Uma grinds her boots on the carpet as she walks into Mal's office. It's not muddy enough for her to track much in, but she's still got old blood on her heels, and bloodstains never really come out.
It's petty. Evil knows it's petty, but after all this time, Uma's pretty sure she deserves a little petty when it comes to the new queen. She's not the one with the ostentatious royal sign on her door, and she's certainly not the one putting kingdom business on hold so she can host the fluffy, stupid wedding of her dreams.
Not that they're here to talk about that.
"Princess."
Mal spins around. "Uma."
Uma steps closer. There's a desk in between them, but that's not a problem. The little queen is short, just like her wicked mother, and Uma's got practice looming over people taller than her. With Mal's fairy stature, it's not trouble at all for Uma to lift her chin and glare down her former archnemesis. In fact, it's a pleasure.
Mal drops her gaze first. Hah.
"Thanks for coming," she says, dropping into her fancy fucking desk chair. "I appreciate it. I know you're busy, what with the pirating and all. It means a lot that you came."
Uma drops into the other chair that somebody has so conveniently placed on the visitor's side of the desk. "Cut the shit, princess. You called me here for a reason, and I'm here because I want to know what it is. No more, no less."
Mal's eyes flicker back up to meet her own. They're bright green. Magical bright green.
Well, shit.
"I have an offer for you," the Queen of Auradon says slowly. "Which I think you're uniquely qualified for. You can turn it down if you want, but I'm asking you to hear me out first. Fair?"
Uma lifts a finger up to tap her mother's necklace where it sits hot against her collarbone. The problem with magical items is that you can't always turn them off. It's not that she wants to take advantage of her mother's ocean magic and use the locket to steal whatever spell Mal's got sitting behind her eyes, but sometimes the magic just slips out, and she ends up absorbing spells that weren't intended for her.
Sometimes they're even useful.
"Life ain't fair, princess," Uma drawls. "But sure, I'll hear you out. What'd you got for me?"
"Headmaster. Of Auradon Prep."
"No."
Mal's eyes flash. "Hear me out, Uma."
"No way. A school full of royals is never gonna listen to a pirate from the Isle of the Lost. You might as well ask an orge to be headmaster."
"Good to know you consider yourself on the same level as ogres," Mal snaps. "But you said you'd listen to me. I need someone from the Isle to serve as acting headmistress while Fairy Godmother is on sabbatical, and I want it to be you."
Uma swings a foot up to grind her boot heel on the chair too. "Why me? Why not Princess Blueberry, or your precious Freddie Facilier?"
"Freddie's busy. Evie's not available. And they're not the leaders of a pirate crew. They don't have your experience with managing idiots.”
"If you only brought me here to insult my crew, I can leave." Uma offers, jerking a finger over her shoulder towards the door.
She takes a special satisfaction in making the queen of Auradon grind her teeth. Sure, her ex-girlfriend can just grow her magical dragon teeth out bigger and better than before, but Uma's got to make her use those magic powers. No easy roads out for the princess who grabbed freedom with both hands and left the rest of them behind.
"Please," Mal grits out. "Uma. I wouldn't be asking you if I had anyone else that I thought could do it, you know this. Auradon Prep is--"
She cuts herself off.
Fascinating.
"Auradon Prep is what?"
"It's-- look, I can't give you the details unless you want the job."
Oh, she wants the job.
"I can't accept the job," Uma says carefully, letting each word slip out like a pearl from her mother's oysters, "Until I know what it entails. I have a whole crew relying on me, and I can't just abandon them for just any old headmaster role. I need to know it'll be worth my while."
The office door clicks shut.
Uma leans back in her chair as Mal's eyes glow green, greener, and slip closed.
"Swear that you won't speak of this to anybody outside this room," Mal intones in a voice that is both hers and not her own. "Swear on the ocean."
Uma scoffs. "I'm not swearing anything. I tell my left hand man everything that I know. It's why we work. Honesty, princess, ever heard of it?"
Mal's eyes crack open. They're glowing scary green, like the bioluminescent algae that Uma pulls up from the sea floor sometimes when she's bored with waiting for the Southern Isles' trade ships to appear. Sort of a freaky color if you're not ready for it. "You can tell Harry. But that's it, and if he tells anybody else, I get to send my crows after him."
"Deal."
Her eyes slip shut again. That voice, the creepy double-edged rasp of magic, creaks out of her throat. "Then swear it, daughter of Ursula. Swear that what you hear today will not leave this room, except to confer with your second in command."
Aw, hell.
"I swear." Uma says, mostly just to get her to shut up. "Swear it on my mother's watery grave."
"It is done," Mal intones. "Remember your promise, daughter of the sea."
Uma rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Give me the deets, Mal."
Her ex's head flops forward. The light cuts out abruptly from her eyes. It's creepy, but they were born and raised in creep central, so it's not like Uma's freaked out by the frankly gratuitous display of magic bullshittery.
Her head snaps back up before Uma can think to poke her with one of her knives. "There's a time distortion."
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spencer reid who loves physical touch, at least from you. the first time it happens it's just a simple brief hand on his shoulder. a silent "you did great today", because you're his senior and he's the new recruit and you should show some support. spencer reid who after that gives you a sheepish smile and doesn't seem bothered when you do it again, and again, and again. spencer reid who dares to chuckle, a sweet sound that lingers in your mind for the longest time, after you pat his head and this time audibly says "you were wonderful today". spencer reid who you soon notices loves being praised and you're happy to do just that, after all how can you not? you can't help that he's so smart, always giving the best inputs in every single case and, well, maybe you're a little biased, but he earns it every single time. spencer reid who after a long day sits by your side on the jet and softly sighs when you caresses his hair in slow, calm motions, and not dares to move an inch — until he falls asleep. spencer reid who freezes the first time you hug him, and after that makes sure to squeeze you just a little bit tighter every single time so you'll know he enjoys it. spencer reid who actually longs for your touches every single day and can't even hide the way he relaxes whenever he has your hands on his hair, on his shoulder, on his arms, on his hands. spencer reid who relaxes every single time you give him a peck on the forehead, and when you softly stroke his fingers whenever he's feeling overwhelmed. spencer reid who's great at words but always looses it around you, but it's okay, because he's learned a new way to communicate — with you.
i'm overwhelmed because i am a fool for this man and i couldn't help but write a soft reid concept because he's the love of my life and i love this man so fucking much
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More swapped sketches. Princess Mallory of Auroria, and just…Auds, or A, on the Isle.
Unlike most other AU’s that have done this, Audrey doesn’t develop a rough exterior like C!Mal does. In canon she is a manipulator and thrives on attention, but her influence only works if there are people around her to control. On the Isle, Auds doesn’t have any friends. Everyone knows she’s not Maleficent’s daughter, therefore she has nothing to offer as an ally. She’s treated more like a servant than anything else. She’s invisible and outcasted, changing that manipulative part of her to be openly shy and insecure around others. She keeps her head down and stays out of other people’s way.
Mal, on the other hand, or Mallory in Auradon, is a natural born alpha with a stubborn streak and a scary amount of ambition. Like her canon-self, she has a very close knit group of powerful friends, but without the checks and balances of the Isle keeping her level-headed and a (decently) good leader, she instead is cruel, manipulative, temper-prone, and uses her magic (which she still has) to try and get what she wants. Ben x Mal is still a thing and stays a thing, but it’s a bit different now, I haven’t decided how yet.
If yall have any questions about this AU please feel free to ask, I really like the idea a lot and am having fun with the designs.
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