#Unique Content Approach

[joseigamer]

Patalliro! is fascinating to me because of stuff like this. It's unapologetically gay - even within its anime which aired during primetime hours in 1982 - in a way that many later BL manga would never be, like the ones from the early 2000s which would never dare to call their characters actual homosexuals. Patalliro has actually aged quite well in this regard, there's something comforting about how campy it is.

[utilitycaster]

Sort of a distant tangent off my post about Ashton, but I'm growing more and more suspicious of the fandom claim that there's no time for small RP moments in Campaign 3. I do think that it's been challenging to get deeper party bonding or serious conversations that aren't about the big philosophical questions they're facing, since those do take much more time; but then I think about Calamity, or Candela Obscura. I can genuinely give you at least a couple paragraphs about pretty much every relationship in the two Circles, or in the Ring of Brass. I can also point to no shortage of small moments between characters in the Mighty Nein Aeor or Vox Machina Vecna endgame episodes, which were all extremely plot-heavy and fast-paced, and D20 consistently nails character relationships in a fraction of the time.

I think it really does come down to, as Brennan Lee Mulligan always says, the character creation phase. Laying down a solid groundwork in which everyone has a detailed, rich backstory and sense of personality and relationship history (in the case of characters who knew each other prior to the start of the series) is absolutely crucial, and even in the case of characters who don't know each other before going in, a good amount of time spent in character creation ensures that it's easier for them to develop those interpersonal relationships on the fly. I know in actual play there's some degree of finding the character as you play, but there are games for which there is a very short runway, and I don't think it ever hurts to do more extensive character prep than the bare minimum. And if there are gaps, I think it also helps to go back and fill those in mid-way, away from the table - Travis clarifying Chetney's backstory being a great example that allowed the history of Chetney and Deanna to feel realized and full, despite only a few episodes.

I'll also be blunt: most of the time when people complain that there aren't moments because the plot keeps moving...they're mad about shipping. Which has always rung hollow to me. It was a common complaint in C2, that no time was taken for character relationships, despite them taking an entire half of an episode for the Beauyasha date and despite no shortage of moments for all three of the other couples (and plenty of platonic moments between friends). The issue was never a lack of time; it was that the characters they wanted to talk to each other didn't actually have the relationship in canon that the fans had dreamed up, and so, when the chips were down, they went to other people.

It takes two seconds to say something like "I hold their hand", even in the middle of plot-heavy adventuring. If someone doesn't say it, it's rarely the GM rushing them; it's the player either choosing not to do so, or not remembering to do so, and either of those is quite revealing regarding how the player feels about that relationship and where it stands in their priorities.

[fatherforgivemeforihavesinned]

my mom asked her friend's daughter to help me with the thesis dilemma n the first question she asks is what are you passionate about 😐🥲🥹🧍🏼🙃

[quarterlifekitty]

Weaknesses part 5: complexes

Note: this is jokes!! Please don’t take my cartoon pathologizing too seriously!

cw: some daddy kink level stuff

Gaz has a soft spot for girls who suffer from oldest sister syndrome. Girls that are a little world weary and too grown up at too young an age from caring for others while not having people to rely on. He just loves how pleasantly surprised you are literally every time he does something helpful that you didn’t ask him to do. Doing the dishes. Spackling that hole from the picture you took down. Refilling the air in the tires. Bleaching the bathtub. Very small things— but you’re so used to being the only one who can stay on top of things. Literally the high he gets from telling you to sit down and relax is unparalleled.

Soap is, quite frankly, into girls who grew up thinking they were ugly. It’s a terribly selfish, but he likes telling you all of the dirty things he thinks of doing to you, how he feels like someone’s knocked him upside the head when you enter a room in a new outfit, how he has to take a cold shower every time you’re going out to some event and he gets to see you dressed up. Honestly, he has to take the cold showers pretty regularly. Seeing how you’re flustered, and you don’t 100% believe the things he says— so he has to put in the time to make you believe him. You’re the kind of girl boys would dare each other to ask out in middle school, and now Soap has the absolute pleasure of convincing you that sometimes you make him so turned on that he thinks he’s about to throw up.

Ghost likes outcast girls. He likes how you eye him with a little bit of suspicion when he chooses to hang around you. He sort of gets this idea in his head that he’s the only one that can handle your eccentricities— handle you. That other people are afraid to approach you but he’s not afraid of anything. That his interest in you is because honestly, he has a much more refined palate than any of the shitheads you’re surrounded by. And you know what? He likes the idea of you as a couple being the scary, freak ass couple. Two lone wolves becoming mates.

Price likes former gifted students. He loves that you’re talented and quick, yes, but he also can’t help but get excited by all of that pressure that’s on you— that you put on yourself. He gets to be the one that relieves it. He’s the one that gets to lavish you in praise, and he’s also the one who gets to pin you down and force you to take it easy for a little while. He loves gently handling any mistakes or missteps, rationally perceived or otherwise. Because he can tell no one’s ever bothered to treat you so gently, have they, sweetheart? They’ve just been content to push you to your limits and have you run yourself ragged because you’re special. You are, he won’t deny it— but you’re also a little thing that hasn’t seen enough nurturing, in his eyes.

König loves so called “high maintenance” girls. Girls with high standards who know what they want, who have gone through some partners that couldn’t take the heat. He gets a very unique sense of control out of it— knowing all of your rules, rituals, likes, dislikes. Like Ghost, he likes thinking of himself as the only person who knows how to handle you— that everyone before him has just been unworthy of you. That he is strong where others have been weak. And you know what? It’s not rotten work. Not to him. Not if it’s you. He’s just built different.

Nikolai… I’m just going to say it. He likes girls with daddy issues. He kinda throws his whole self into relationships at times, and he likes it when he can be your everything. Your love, your friend, your hero, your source of approval from an older man. And he loves a brat. Because he knows you only act that way because someone didn’t pay attention to his special girl in the past. You’re testing him— daring him, unsheathing your claws to see if he’ll flinch and he never will. He’ll endure it all and chip at your defenses until you’re the soft, satisfied, sweet girl he knows you really want to be. Lavishing you with praise and attention, bragging about you to anyone who will listen. He wants you to have a complete breakdown because you’ve been holding it all in and putting up walls for so long that you don’t even know how to cope with being in the arms of someone who will always catch you when you fall.

[pathologicalreid]

bringing your work home with you | S.R.

spencer shares details of a case with you - with a hands-on learning approach

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: case information from 10x17 "breath play", erotic asphyxiation, choking, fingering, praise kink, aftercare, explicit consent, softdom!spencer, sub!reader, dacryphilia (ish), established relationship dl;dr. word count: 1.74k a/n: im no longer afraid of being perceived on the internet (lie) and will begin writing whatever i want (truth). including this.

“How was work?” You asked hesitantly, looking across the couch to where Spencer was sitting. He was lost in thought, although, you supposed if you had just returned from Wisconsin, you’d feel relatively similar.

Spencer hummed absentmindedly in response while flipping through the pages of the file he brought home with him. “The UnSub certainly had a unique signature,” he answered, dragging his thumb across his lower lip in thought.

You tilted your head to the side in curiosity, “Oh, yeah?” It wasn’t often that Spencer shared details of cases with you, usually because the information he’d be divulging was privileged, but you shuffled over a cushion in hopes that he’d share with you. “What was it?”

He reached over and ruffled your hair affectionately, “He had a particular affinity for erotic asphyxiation. Each of his victims had read this book, Bare Reflections, and that’s how he found them – through sexual fantasies.”

Furrowing your brows, you rested your face in your hand, “So like… sex choking?”

“Yes, love. Like sex choking,” Spencer said, not without humor, before getting up and going to the kitchen, asking you if you needed anything as he did.

When he returned, sitting down on the couch and flipping the file back open, you leaned to the side and said, “I never got the whole choking thing. Not being able to breathe never seemed very sexy to me.”

At that, Spencer closed the file he was scribbling in and set it on the coffee table, “It’s not meant to fully restrict your breathing. At least, not if you’re doing it properly.”

“And you know how to do it properly?” You challenged, raising a single brow at your boyfriend.

He laughed breathily at your test, “I know human anatomy well enough to know not to press on your trachea.”

You fail to hide the way your eyes widen when he speaks to you, his use of the words ‘your trachea’ implying that he is now thinking about choking you. “Cool,” you responded, your brain spinning as you began to think about Spencer’s hand on your throat.

“Come here,” Spencer spoke up, already grabbing your waist and sliding you across the worn leather of the couch. He carefully guided your body over his own until you’re straddling him – one knee on either side of his hips. “You’re a kinesthetic learner, you’ll do better with a hands-on approach.”

Letting a shuddered breath loose, you met Spencer’s eyes, “Hi,” you whispered, keeping your voice low as if you were sharing a secret in a crowded room. Without waiting for him to move, you ducked your head and pressed your lips to his. Quickly, Spencer’s lips coaxed yours open, allowing for his tongue to slip into your mouth.

Spencer’s arms wrapped tightly around you, pressing your chest to his so that you could feel the buttons of his work shirt through the thin cotton of your t-shirt. You were severely underdressed compared to him, lounging in just a t-shirt and underwear while he was wearing his work attire – it just added to the power dynamic you were navigating.

Gently, Spencer tugged at your lower lip, taking the flesh between his teeth before pulling away from the kiss. “Do you trust me?” He asked, loosening his hold on you, and instead running his hands down your arms in a soothing manner.

Straightening up, you nodded, “Yes,” you responded, reaching a hand up and grabbing a fistful of his shirt.

Lifting his dominant hand to your neck, your breathing faltered as he put his hand at the front of your neck, the thumb on one side and the remainder of his fingers on the opposite. “Is this alright?” He murmured, using his free hand to trace small circles on your inner thigh, leaving you wishing you could press your legs together in a desperate attempt for friction.

“Yes,” you repeated yourself, taking the inside of your cheek between your molars and sighing when he moved his hand from your leg.

Nodding assuredly, Spencer brushed your hair from your face, his dominant hand never straying from its newfound home on your throat. “Good, I’m going to keep asking because we’ve never talked about this before,” he informed you. “I won’t fully restrict your airway. If you need me to stop at any point, just tap my arm three times.”

His words led you to relax. The two of you left almost everything on the table, and you were usually good about discussing things ahead of time. You were sure he’d start doing things he knows you like in order to put you at ease. “Thank you,” you whispered, studying his golden irises.

“Such good manners for me, angel,” he praised you, noting the way your back straightens up when he does so. “When I squeeze the sides of your throat like this,” he said, keeping his voice gentle as his hand tightened around your neck, “I’m stopping some of the air from getting to your brain, which makes you feel lightheaded, and when I let go,” he released his firm hold, “You feel a release of dopamine, serotonin, and endorphins that make your head spin.”

As Spencer guided you through the process, you felt yourself getting needier. Humming lowly as you came down from the high, you noticed Spencer’s hand back between your thighs – you couldn’t tell when he had moved his hand, you were too preoccupied.

You held your breath as his hand slipped into your panties, “Hey,” he chided, snapping you out of your anticipation. “Don’t hold your breath,” he says sternly, “I won’t touch you if you hold your breath.”

Pointedly taking a deep breath, it took all of your focus to maintain your breathing as he gently slid a finger between your folds, the wet noise only muffled by the fabric of your underwear. Tentatively, Spencer slipped his finger inside you, swirling it around your inner walls before pulling it out and pushing it back in, squeezing the sides of your throat as he started fingering you at a steady pace.

“Do you feel that?” He asked, continuing the pace he had set, keeping his voice low as he spoke to you. “How when I squeeze your throat your cunt tightens around my finger?”

Reaching a hand up, you gripped his forearm and placed your other hand on his shoulder, trying to steady yourself and desperately needing something to do with your hands. You let out a soft moan as he easily added another finger to his ministrations, your volume growing louder as he released your throat. Your skin flushed as you bit your bottom lip and looked up to the ceiling.

Quickly squeezing your neck, Spencer brought your attention back down to him, “Keep your eyes on me, love.”

You nodded almost imperceptibly in response, blinking rapidly, but leaving your head where Spencer held it – gently forcing you to maintain eye contact with him as he started curling his fingers inside of you, pushing his fingertips against your inner walls. “Spence,” you whispered, letting out a low whine as you feel your orgasm beginning to build in your lower belly.

“Did you wanna cum? Make a mess all over my hand?” Spencer asked tantalizingly, resuming pressure on your throat before you even had a chance to respond to him. He was enjoying this just as much as you were.

As you maintained eye contact with Spencer, he began to press the heel of his palm against your clit, the pressure only adding to your lightheadedness. With his hand on your neck, your moans come out garbled, forcing their way through your body. “Fuck,” the word came out as a hiss as tears gathered in your lower lash line. Between the pressure on your clit and throat and the continuing ministrations of his digits, your orgasm built up quickly.

In-kind with the pressure on your throat, you squeezed firmly at Spencer’s forearm, and he watched carefully to make sure that you weren’t trying to tap on his arm.

Your tears flooded over the edge, slowly streaming down your cheeks. You blinked to clear your eyes, but you didn’t let your eye contact with Spencer waver.

A small whimper escaped your throat, and Spencer hummed, “There you go, angel.” He said, nodding as his fingers continued working you to your peak, “I know,” he cajoled when you whined again. “I know. Let it go for me,” he murmured, watching as your body shuddered.

Once your orgasm hits its zenith, Spencer released his hold on your neck, moving his hand to your shoulder to keep you upright while your pussy spasmed around his still-thrusting fingers. Endorphins flooded your mind, prolonging your orgasm for god knows how long until he finally withdrew his fingers from your underwear.

While you remembered how to breathe, Spencer moved his hand from your shoulder to your back, gently pressing on your spine and letting your body fall forward. “I knew you’d like that,” he whispered mischievously, and if you had the energy, you would have rolled your eyes. “How are you feeling?”

Groaning, you buried your face in the crook of Spencer’s neck, “Jell-O,” you responded simply.

Your eyes were barely open as Spencer reached over for a tissue box, wiping your slick off of his hand before slipping his hand beneath the waistband of your panties. You whined and tried to push his hand away, “I know, baby. I just want to wipe you up a bit.” He told you before gathering your wetness on the tissue, wrapping it up and placing it on the end table.

“Toss it,” you mumbled sleepily, ignorant of the fact that you’re still in his lap.

Wrapping an arm around you tightly, Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, “When you feel like moving, I’ll clean up.” He reached over for a glass of water from the end table, grabbing it from its coaster and trying to hand it to you, “Come on, you need water.”

Sighing, you forced your eyes open, “’m tired,” you told him, reaching a shaky hand up for the glass.

Spencer kept a hand on the glass as you drank from it, setting it back down when you were done and smiling softly at your sleepy nature. “Rehydrating is a nonnegotiable,” he whispered gently, but you were already asleep - or close enough to it that you didn’t respond.

[ozzgin]

OZZ OMG OMG OMG THAT YANDERE PRISON THING OMG OMG OMG

*jitters with excitement*

I NEED MORE AHHHHH IT TICKLED MY BRAIN THE RIGHT AND WRONG WAY AT THE SAME TIME

Like if you're nice they'll just become your dogs and if you're not nice they'll give you a very rough foursome I'm down for either OMG OMG OMG help I have problems

To quote Markiplier: "I'm not a masochist, this is about power"

*drops dead*

*instantly revives*

Ahem, I saw you mention you might come up with small plots, so I'll do the logical thing to try to inspire you:

- clueless darling ask the leaders about their gangs and whatnot. Like nonchalantly. Because they're too nice darling thought it's no big deal lol

- darling subconsciously avoid blonde man (even tho he is my favourite hahah) after seeing him beat up the guy

- darling got drunk (somehow in a prison) and either gets horny (and try to let it out under the blankets forgetting they got roommates)or innocently touchy hugging all three of them and poking their unique features, sitting in their laps and so on. Or better yet, touches/approaches other inmates in front of the roommates...

content: gender neutral reader, alcohol consumption, NSFW below the cut!

Inmates are creative. They will always find a way around the rules, and this time it happened to be a rather clumsy attempt at brewing alcohol. Had this been discovered by a guard, whoever concocted the beverage would've landed in detention.

Instead, it was you who found it, innocently assuming someone must've forgotten their water behind. You gulped down the clear liquid, thirsty after you walk, then promptly grimaced at its unexpected bitterness.

Safe to say you're now quite drunk.

That in itself would already be troublesome enough, but another thing is endangering yours and everyone else's peace: you're in a particularly flirty mood.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The officer's smile drops instantly, and he turns towards the deep voice. One of your criminal roommates glares at the sight with hollow eyes. You were clinging to the officer's arm, a dumb grin plastered on your face. The man in uniform quickly shoves you aside, his features pale and drained.

"It wasn't me who started it," he pleads.

You're quickly picked up by your bunkie, who is still staring at the guard. He won't be leaving this prison alive, that's for sure. Now, however, his priorities lie somewhere else.

The hallway spins as you're being carried away, and you shamelessly cling to your ride, feeling and groping the muscles and tracing along his tattooed skin.

"My God, at least wait until we're back to our cell," he groans with flushed cheeks.

The blonde one is trying to play it cool. Come, now, you're obviously out of it. He needs to be mature and tuck you in, or something along the line.

Easier said than done, especially with a raging boner. You're quick to notice it, and you certainly don't hesitate to point it out, making lewd gestures with your hands as some sort of offer.

"Are you sure you won't regret it tomorrow?"

"Hey now, I'm drunk, not unconscious," you bark between hiccups.

He may have interrogated you further, but the thought of your pretty little mouth struggling to take him in is too much to bear. He's essentially drooling by the time he pats his knee for you to come over.

The pierced one drops you on your bed with a flat expression. Annoyance? A closer look at his pursed lips, and one can tell he's really just struggling to maintain his composure.

"Please, I really need to-"

You hold him back by the arm and bat your eyelashes. In return, he clicks his tongue. Is this some sort of test from above? His beloved Darling is essentially begging to be fingered. Yet, he shouldn't be taking advantage of your state. He shouldn't...

Too late. You gasp at his rough fingers making their way in.

"Alright, don't be too loud," he concludes with a faint smirk.

The masked one gently places you on your bed, then plants himself before you with crossed arms.

"Nonsense. You're drunk."

"I mean it", you repeat yourself.

He does his best to look imposing. Truth be told, his knees weakened from the moment "fuck me" slipped out of your mouth. He gladly would, but he has morals. Well, when it comes to you, anyways.

Your pout seems to suggest this would be a long standoff. He sighs, then pushes you back onto the mattress.

"How about this? I'll take care of it," he explains quietly, his cloth hovering above your groin. "I'll be awaiting your offer again once you're sober."

For now, his tongue will have to do.

[Yandere Prison] | [More Yandere Stories]

[fanonical]

You know, an interesting (and, presumably, unintentional) thing that's happened as a result of both hbomberguy and Todd in the Shadows' videos about James Somerton is that they show how two people can talk about the same thing and still use different words, or approaches, or give their unique spins on the material.

There's a few areas where Todd and hbomb's videos overlap in content, for example the criticism of Somerton's claims that straight women are en-masse misunderstanding gay content or being homophobic, but there's a huge difference in the way they talk about it and the language they use. Sure, they're making the same or similar points, because there's only so ways of saying 'this claim is unsubstantiated and there is no evidence for it', but they're still using different words, different approaches, and different arguments. Their scripts are not copy-pasted from each other with a few words changed, unlike Somerton's videos and the articles/books/videos that he plagiarises.

And I think that's interesting, you know? They've unintentionally become a really good example of how to do this kind of video right - just don't fucking plagiarise, ultimately.

[esotericalchemist]

𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 - 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? ｡⋆.*:

Masterlist - YouTube (subliminals)

The North Node symbolizes the path your soul is destined to pursue in this lifetime. It's a cosmic guidepost pointing toward the qualities, experiences, and lessons that will foster your growth, often urging you to leave behind the familiar and venture into uncharted territory. By understanding your North Node, you can unlock profound insights into your life’s purpose and the journey you’re meant to embark on.

◈ 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 ◈

With the North Node in Aries, your life’s purpose is to embrace independence, assertiveness, and self-leadership. You are here to develop the courage to take bold actions, trust your instincts, and prioritize your own desires. Moving away from a tendency to seek approval or overly rely on others, your growth lies in confidently stepping into your own power and charting your unique path.

Signs you're out of alignment:

Frequently seeking approval or validation before making decisions;

Hesitating to pursue your own ambitions due to fear of disrupting harmony;

Feeling frustrated of unfulfilled because you are not fully expressing your true self.

Tips to get into alignment:

Take small, independent actions that reinforce your sense of self-reliance;

Engage in solo activities that build your confidence and assertiveness;

Practice making decisions that prioritize your own goals and desires without external input.

Activities to get more into alignment: Starting a personal fitness routine, taking on leadership roles, making independent decisions, practicing assertiveness, engaging in competitive sports, pursuing solo travel, beginning a new hobby, public speaking, setting personal goals, exploring martial arts.

◈𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 ◈

With the North Node in Taurus, your life’s purpose is to cultivate stability, patience, and self-reliance. You are here to build a secure and peaceful foundation, both materially and emotionally, moving away from a past that may have been characterized by intensity and turmoil. Your growth lies in appreciating the simple pleasures of life, embracing self-worth, and creating a steady, grounded approach to your goals.

Signs you're out of alignment:

Constantly seeking out drama or feeling restless without intensity;

Struggling with insecurity or dissatisfaction, focusing on what you lack;

Difficulty finding contentment in the present, always searching for more.

Tips to get into alignment:

Practice gratitude for the stability and peace in your life;

Engage in activities that ground you, such as gardening, cooking, or spending time in nature;

Focus on building long-term security, both financially and emotionally, and recognize your inherent value.

Activities to get more into alignment: Creating a budget, gardening, developing a daily routine, practicing mindfulness, cooking at home, investing in long-term savings, spending time in nature, enjoying sensory experiences, building a personal sanctuary, practicing gratitude.

◈ 𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 ◈

With the North Node in Gemini, your life’s purpose is to embrace communication, curiosity, and adaptability. You are here to learn how to gather and share information, connect with others, and remain open to new ideas and perspectives. Moving away from a tendency to focus solely on big-picture or abstract concepts, your growth lies in being present, engaging in everyday exchanges of ideas, and staying flexible in your thinking and actions.

Signs you're out of alignment:

Feeling disconnected or isolated from your immediate environment;

Overemphasizing distant goals or philosophical ideas while neglecting practical details;

Struggling to adapt to change or resisting new perspectives.

Tips to get into alignment:

Engage in conversations that challenge your perspective and encourage active listening;

Make an effort to connect with your local community and learn something new each day;

Embrace flexibility by being open to changing your mind based on new information or experiences.

Activities to get more into alignment: Engaging in daily conversations, learning new languages, attending workshops or seminars, reading diverse books, writing or journaling, exploring local neighborhoods, joining discussion groups, practicing active listening, staying curious about different perspectives, teaching or sharing knowledge.

◈ 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 ◈

With the North Node in Cancer, your life’s purpose is to embrace nurturing, emotional connection, and the importance of home and family. You are here to develop a sense of security through deep emotional bonds and to learn how to care for yourself and others with empathy and compassion. Moving away from a focus on ambition, control, or rigid independence, your growth lies in cultivating vulnerability, emotional depth, and the ability to create a supportive and nurturing environment.

Signs you're out of alignment:

Feeling emotionally distant or disconnected from loved ones;

Over-prioritizing work or external success at the expense of personal relationships;

Struggling to express or connect with your emotions, leading to a sense of isolation.

Tips to get into alignment:

Spend quality time with family and close friends to foster emotional bonds;

Practice self-care routines that nurture your emotional well-being;

Allow yourself to be vulnerable and express your feelings openly, focusing on building a warm, supportive environment.

Activities to get more into alignment: Spending time with family, creating a cozy home environment, practicing self-care, cooking for loved ones, engaging in emotional conversations, nurturing others, exploring your ancestry, volunteering in community services, expressing emotions through art, meditating on compassion.

◈ 𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 ◈

With the North Node in Leo, your life’s purpose is to embrace self-expression, creativity, and the courage to shine as an individual. You are here to step into the spotlight, take pride in your unique talents, and lead with confidence. Moving away from a focus on blending in or prioritizing the needs of the group, your growth lies in cultivating self-confidence, joy, and the ability to inspire others through your personal expression and authentic leadership.

Signs you're out of alignment:

Feeling reluctant to take center stage or express your true self;

Over-identifying with group goals or neglecting your personal desires and creativity;

A lack of enthusiasm or passion in your daily life, feeling disconnected from your sense of purpose.

Tips to get into alignment:

Engage in creative activities that showcase your talents and passions;

Practice self-affirmation, build your confidence, and celebrate your achievements;

Take on leadership roles or initiatives that resonate with your personal values and inspire others.

Activities to get more into alignment: Taking up a creative hobby, participating in theater or performance, practicing self-affirmation, taking leadership roles, organizing events, pursuing personal passions, engaging in public speaking, showcasing your talents, celebrating personal achievements, exploring art or music.

◈ 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 ◈

With the North Node in Virgo, your life’s purpose is to embrace practicality, organization, and service to others. You are here to develop skills that bring order to chaos, focus on the details, and contribute meaningfully to the world through your work. Moving away from tendencies toward idealism, escapism, or disorganization, your growth lies in cultivating a grounded, methodical approach to life, where you can make tangible improvements and offer practical help to those around you.

Signs you're out of alignment:

Feeling overwhelmed by disorganization or a lack of structure in your life;

Escaping into fantasies or avoiding responsibilities instead of dealing with practical matters;

Struggling to focus on tasks or to turn ideas into reality.

Tips to get into alignment:

Create daily routines that bring structure and order to your life;

Break down larger goals into actionable steps and focus on completing them;

Engage in acts of service or work that requires precision and benefits others in a practical way.

Activities to get more into alignment: Organizing your workspace, developing a daily routine, practicing time management, engaging in volunteer work, focusing on health and wellness, creating to-do lists, learning a new skill, engaging in detailed projects, decluttering your home, practicing mindfulness in daily tasks.

◈ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 ◈

With the North Node in Libra, your life’s purpose is to embrace balance, harmony, and the importance of relationships. You are here to learn how to cooperate with others, prioritize partnership over self-interest, and create fairness in your interactions. Moving away from a tendency to be overly self-reliant or assertive, your growth lies in cultivating diplomacy, understanding different perspectives, and fostering connections that bring mutual benefit and harmony.

Signs you're out of alignment:

Frequently feeling isolated or disconnected from others;

Acting too independently or assertively, neglecting the needs and input of others;

Experiencing conflicts due to a lack of compromise or consideration in relationships.

Tips to get into alignment:

Practice active listening and strive to understand others' viewpoints;

Focus on building relationships that are based on mutual respect, equality, and cooperation;

Engage in activities that promote harmony and collaboration, such as team projects, partnerships, or community events.

Activities to get more into alignment: Joining a group or team activity, practicing active listening, engaging in diplomatic conversations, exploring art and beauty, building relationships, practicing compromise, participating in social events, mediating conflicts, exploring fashion or design, collaborating on projects.

◈ 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 ◈

With the North Node in Scorpio, your life’s purpose is to embrace transformation, deep emotional connections, and the power of letting go. You are here to learn how to navigate life’s complexities, face your fears, and develop resilience through profound personal change. Moving away from a focus on material security, superficial comforts, or the status quo, your growth lies in embracing the unknown, delving into the depths of your emotions, and seeking deeper, more meaningful experiences.

Signs you're out of alignment:

Feeling stuck in comfort zones or resisting change;

Avoiding deep emotional connections or fearing vulnerability and intensity;

Focusing excessively on material security, external success, or surface-level appearances.

Tips to get into alignment:

Allow yourself to explore your deeper emotions and confront your fears;

Engage in practices that encourage transformation, such as therapy, journaling, meditation, or shadow work;

Embrace changes and challenges as opportunities for growth, and be willing to let go of what no longer serves you in pursuit of deeper truth and personal evolution.

Activities to get more into alignment: Engaging in deep emotional conversations, practicing meditation or journaling, exploring transformative experiences, studying psychology or spirituality, facing fears through shadow work, letting go of old patterns, engaging in intimate relationships, researching the occult or mysteries, embracing change, volunteering in crisis situations.

◈ 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 ◈

With the North Node in Sagittarius, your life’s purpose is to embrace adventure, seek truth, and expand your horizons. You are here to develop a deeper understanding of the world through exploration, both physically and intellectually. Moving away from a focus on narrow details, rigid routines, and superficial knowledge, your growth lies in pursuing broader perspectives, embracing spontaneity, and following your intuition to discover deeper truths and wisdom.

Signs you're out of alignment:

Feeling confined by routines or overly focused on detail;

Avoiding risks or sticking to familiar and comfortable paths;

Struggling to see the bigger picture, feeling disconnected from a sense of purpose.

Tips to get into alignment:

Engage in activities that expand your worldview, such as travel, learning new philosophies, or exploring different cultures;

Allow yourself to take risks and explore new opportunities without overthinking the details;

Focus on the bigger picture and develop a philosophy or worldview that helps you connect with a deeper sense of meaning and purpose.

Activities to get more into alignment: Traveling to new places, learning about different cultures, exploring philosophy or religion, engaging in outdoor adventures, studying a foreign language, practicing meditation or yoga, participating in spiritual retreats, sharing knowledge through teaching, reading about diverse topics, exploring new hobbies or interests.

◈ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 ◈

With the North Node in Capricorn, your life’s purpose is to embrace discipline, responsibility, and long-term goals. You are here to develop a strong sense of structure, achieve material success, and take on leadership roles. Moving away from emotional dependence, short-term comforts, or passive roles, your growth lies in cultivating self-discipline, setting clear goals, and working steadily toward your ambitions. This journey involves stepping into positions of authority, taking responsibility for your actions, and building a solid foundation for your future.

Signs you're out of alignment:

Avoiding responsibilities or feeling stuck in comfort zones;

Lacking direction, motivation, or struggling to set and achieve long-term goals;

Over-relying on others for emotional support or guidance, struggling with independence.

Tips to get into alignment:

Set clear, long-term goals and create a structured plan to work toward them;

Focus on developing discipline and taking proactive steps to overcome challenges;

Embrace opportunities to lead, build your independence, and take charge of your life’s direction.

Activities to get more into alignment: Setting long-term goals, creating a career plan, taking on leadership roles, practicing discipline in daily routines, investing in professional development, organizing finances, mentoring others, building a business or project, focusing on personal responsibility, engaging in strategic planning.

◈ 𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 ◈

With the North Node in Aquarius, your life’s purpose is to embrace innovation, individuality, and a focus on the collective good. You are here to develop a broader perspective, engage in humanitarian efforts, and bring about progressive change. Moving away from a focus on personal ambition, traditional roles, or maintaining the status quo, your growth lies in cultivating a sense of community, embracing unconventional ideas, and contributing to causes larger than yourself. This journey involves connecting with like-minded individuals, advocating for equality, and using your unique talents to benefit society as a whole.

Signs you're out of alignment:

Feeling stuck in outdated or conventional ways of thinking;

Over-focusing on personal goals or traditional structures without considering the impact on others;

Resisting change, avoiding new ideas, or feeling disconnected from community efforts.

Tips to get into alignment:

Engage in activities that promote social justice, community improvement, or innovation;

Surround yourself with diverse perspectives and be open to new, unconventional ideas;

Focus on how your actions and ideas can contribute to the greater good, beyond just personal success.

Activities to get more into alignment: Joining social or humanitarian groups, engaging in community service, exploring new technologies, participating in group projects, studying social issues, embracing unconventional ideas, networking with diverse people, advocating for equality, attending social events, exploring progressive causes.

◈ 𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐝𝐞 ◈

With the North Node in Pisces, your life’s purpose is to embrace spirituality, compassion, and creativity. You are here to develop a deeper connection with your intuition, cultivate empathy, and allow yourself to flow with life’s experiences. Moving away from a focus on practicality, control, or rigid routines, your growth lies in surrendering to the unknown, trusting your inner guidance, and exploring the realms of imagination and spiritual understanding. This journey involves embracing the mystical aspects of life, nurturing your creative spirit, and developing a deep sense of connection with others and the divine.

Signs you're out of alignment:

Feeling overly rigid or stuck in routines, with little room for creativity or intuition;

Overemphasizing logic and practicality, while neglecting emotional or spiritual needs;

Struggling with anxiety, stress, or frustration due to a need for control or certainty.

Tips to get into alignment:

Engage in creative activities such as art, music, or writing that allow you to express your inner world;

Practice meditation, mindfulness, or other spiritual practices that help you connect with your intuition and the divine;

Allow yourself to let go of strict plans and embrace the flow of life, trusting that things will unfold as they should.

Activities to get more into alignment: Practicing meditation or yoga, engaging in creative arts like painting or music, exploring spirituality, volunteering in compassionate services, spending time near water, practicing forgiveness, letting go of rigid routines, writing poetry or journaling, studying mysticism or dreams, engaging in intuitive practices like tarot or astrology.

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Pick a card: How do men see you vs how do women see you?

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How men see you:

Men perceive you as someone who is transitioning into a better version of yourself. You exude a sense of self-assurance and fulfillment, as though you’re content with your life and know your worth. They find you approachable yet slightly mysterious, giving the impression that you have layers to uncover. You might appear as someone who’s moved on from the past and doesn’t let nostalgia hold you back. Physically, they see you as balanced and harmonious, with features that stand out for their simplicity and elegance.

How women see you:

Women see you as someone who’s been through transformative changes and come out stronger. You inspire others with your sense of adventure and openness, as though you’re always ready for a new chapter in life. They might admire how relaxed you seem, not someone who feels the need to prove themselves or compete for attention. Your energy feels uplifting, almost idealistic, and your appearance reflects that: approachable, unique, and effortless, with a style that’s welcoming and relatable.

Group 2

How men see you:

Men see you as someone grounded, steady, and practical, someone they can count on. There’s a quiet strength about you, like you don’t need external validation to feel confident. At first glance, they may underestimate you, but once they get to know you, they’re drawn to your stability and the way you handle challenges calmly. Your appearance might be understated, but there’s a natural attractiveness to you—clean lines, practical choices, and an overall polished vibe.

How women see you:

Women admire your ability to find balance in life and create meaningful connections with others. You’re seen as nurturing yet independent, someone who brings a sense of calm and trustworthiness to any situation. You have a grounded presence that makes others feel safe, but there’s also a mystical, introspective side that intrigues them. Your appearance reflects this balance, with a timeless, well-maintained style that blends warmth and sophistication.

Group 3

How men see you:

Men perceive you as someone intense and hard to read. You might come across as guarded or cautious, like you’re always weighing your options before making a decision. They find this enigmatic side of you both frustrating and captivating. Your personality seems fiery and passionate, though they might sense some inner conflict or unpredictability. In terms of appearance, you stand out for your boldness or a certain sharpness in your features that adds to your allure. You don’t blend in; you’re unforgettable.

How women see you

Women see you as someone who’s been through a lot emotionally but refuses to back down. You might have a rebellious streak or a defiance of traditional norms that sets you apart. While some might find you intimidating, others admire your independence and ability to speak your truth. Your energy is intense and dynamic, and this reflects in your appearance: striking, unconventional, and commanding attention without trying too hard.

Group 4

How men see you:

Men find you deeply transformative, like someone who has an aura of mystery and depth. You give the impression of being constantly evolving, which makes you both fascinating and a little intimidating. Your emotional intelligence stands out, and they see you as someone who feels deeply yet keeps a certain level of control over your emotions. Your appearance might lean toward the dramatic, with bold choices or striking features that leave a lasting impression.

How women see you:

Women see you as someone who walks the line between introspection and action. You have a way of observing people and situations that feels deliberate, as if you’re always analyzing and learning. You come across as confident in who you are, with a magnetic energy that draws others to you. Your appearance reflects this: bold, confident, and captivating, with a sense of style that’s both refined and powerful.

xoxo ❤️‍🔥

[rainydetectiveglitter]

Your Midheaven Brand Identity:

A Guide to Boosting Your Social Media Presence

When it comes to building a strong brand identity, your Midheaven (MC) sign can offer invaluable insights. This astrological point reflects your career, public image, and how you’re perceived by the world. While many focus on their Rising sign to guide their personal brand, the Midheaven is actually more influential in shaping how you're perceived professionally. Also, consider how this relates to your IC for a more rounded approach.

Midheaven in Capricorn (Aries Rising)

Brand Identity: Your public persona should project authority, reliability, and professionalism. You’re seen as a goal-oriented and disciplined figure. Highlight your achievements, strategic thinking, and leadership skills.

Social Media Tips: Focus on structured content such as detailed guides, case studies, and professional milestones. Use a polished, business-like tone. Incorporate posts that reflect your strategic planning and long-term vision. Share behind-the-scenes looks at your projects to show the effort and planning involved.

Brand Colors: Deep green symbolizes growth and stability, gray for professionalism, and navy blue for authority and trustworthiness.

IC Connection: Leverage Cancer's emotional depth and nurturing qualities to soften the Capricorn edge. Share personal stories that reveal your emotional investments and how they drive your professional goals. This adds a relatable human element to your otherwise authoritative presence.

Ambitious and Professional: Emphasize your leadership skills and career-driven mindset.

Structured and Goal-Oriented: Showcase your strategic approach to achieving success.

Public Image: Present yourself as competent, disciplined, and reliable.

Social Media Tips:

Share content that highlights your achievements, career milestones, and strategic insights.

Use strong, authoritative visuals and a professional tone.

Midheaven in Aquarius (Taurus Rising)

Brand Identity: Your brand should emphasize innovation, originality, and a forward-thinking mindset. Showcase your unique perspective and contributions to progressive ideas.

Social Media Tips: Create content that reflects cutting-edge trends, technological advancements, or visionary concepts. Use engaging formats like interactive posts, futuristic graphics, and thought-provoking discussions. Position yourself as a leader in new ideas and unconventional solutions.

Brand Colors: Electric blue represents innovation, silver for technology, and neon green for modernity.

IC Connection: Infuse your Leo charisma into your Aquarius content to make it more engaging and personal. Share your passionate insights on future trends and show how your creativity shapes your forward-thinking approach. This blend enhances your appeal and relatability.

Stability and Luxury: Focus on high-quality, luxurious content and the practical aspects of your field.

Innovative and Unique: Bring a fresh, unique perspective to traditional topics.

Aesthetic Appeal: Use rich, earthy colors and visuals to create a soothing, attractive profile.

Social Media Tips:

Share content related to comfort, luxury, and tangible results.

Use high-quality images and engaging, thoughtful posts.

Midheaven in Pisces (Gemini Rising)

Brand Identity: You are seen as empathetic, artistic, and intuitive. Your brand should be focused on creativity, emotional connection, and spiritual or philosophical insights.

Social Media Tips: Use your platform to share evocative stories, inspirational content, and artistic expressions. Emphasize emotional resonance and creativity in your posts. Engage your audience with reflective and soulful content, such as personal journeys or meditative practices.

Brand Colors: Soft pastels evoke calm and creativity, sea green for emotional depth, and lavender for spirituality.

IC Connection: Incorporate Virgo's analytical skills to add depth and clarity to your Piscean content. Provide well-researched insights and practical advice wrapped in a creative or emotional narrative. This combination balances creativity with substance, appealing to a broad audience.

Versatile and Communicative: Showcase your adaptability and ability to handle a variety of topics.

Inspirational and Imaginative: Focus on creative and philosophical insights.

Intellectual Engagement: Share informative and engaging content that stimulates thought.

Social Media Tips:

Use diverse content formats, such as articles, videos, and infographics.

Share posts that combine creativity with intellectual depth.

Midheaven in Aries (Cancer Rising)

Brand Identity: Your public persona should be dynamic, confident, and pioneering. Emphasize your leadership abilities and proactive approach.

Social Media Tips: Share bold, decisive content and take a stand on relevant issues. Use energetic visuals and assertive language to engage your audience. Highlight your initiatives, new projects, and leadership moments to convey authority and drive.

Brand Colors: Bright red for passion and leadership, orange for enthusiasm, and black for strength and sophistication.

IC Connection: Balance Aries’ assertiveness with Libra’s charm and diplomacy. Engage with your audience in a way that is both bold and approachable, showing your leadership qualities while maintaining a sense of fairness and balance.

Dynamic and Courageous: Emphasize your proactive and pioneering approach.

Balanced and Harmonious: Highlight your ability to bring harmony to challenging situations.

Community Focus: Showcase your role in fostering positive change and leadership.

Social Media Tips:

Share bold, action-oriented content that reflects your leadership and dynamic nature.

Use harmonious and engaging visuals that balance professional and personal elements.

Midheaven in Taurus (Leo Rising)

Brand Identity: Your public persona should reflect stability, practicality, and an appreciation for quality. Focus on your reliable and steady approach to success.

Social Media Tips: Share content that highlights your achievements, high standards, and practical advice. Showcase luxurious or high-quality aspects of your work or lifestyle. Use a consistent, polished visual style to emphasize reliability.

Brand Colors: Earthy tones for stability, gold for luxury, and deep green for growth.

IC Connection: Integrate Scorpio’s intensity and depth into your Taurus-centric content. Share powerful personal experiences and transformative moments that underline your commitment to quality and reliability. This adds a rich, emotional layer to your dependable image.

Creative and Charismatic: Showcase your artistic talents and strong presence.

Stability and Practicality: Focus on grounded, practical aspects of your creativity.

Transformational Experiences: Share stories of personal growth and resilience.

Social Media Tips:

Create visually striking content that highlights your creativity and achievements.

Use a combination of dramatic and practical elements to engage your audience.

Midheaven in Gemini (Virgo Rising)

Brand Identity: Your public persona should be adaptable, communicative, and intellectually curious. Highlight your versatility and wide-ranging interests.

Social Media Tips: Create diverse and engaging content, from informative articles to interactive posts. Showcase your quick thinking and adaptability by covering a range of topics and trends. Use engaging formats like quizzes, debates, and live interactions to connect with your audience.

Brand Colors: Bright yellow for creativity, turquoise for communication, and light gray for neutrality.

IC Connection: Blend Sagittarius’ enthusiasm and philosophical insights with Gemini’s adaptability. Share your adventurous experiences and broad interests in a way that stimulates curiosity and engagement among your followers.

Analytical and Knowledgeable: Emphasize your expertise and practical solutions.

Versatile and Communicative: Highlight your ability to adapt and share diverse insights.

Movement and Learning: Incorporate elements related to continuous learning and exploration.

Social Media Tips:

Share detailed, informative content that offers practical value and insight.

Use a clear, organized visual style with engaging, versatile formats.

Midheaven in Cancer (Libra Rising)

Brand Identity: Your brand should be nurturing, empathetic, and community-focused. Emphasize your caring approach and ability to create supportive environments.

Social Media Tips: Share content that highlights your commitment to community and emotional well-being. Use personal stories, testimonials, and supportive messages to build a sense of belonging. Engage with your audience through compassionate and encouraging interactions.

Brand Colors: Soft blues for calm and trust, warm whites for purity and care, and sea green for emotional balance.

IC Connection: Incorporate Capricorn’s professionalism and structure into your Cancer-centric content. Present your nurturing approach in a way that also highlights your organizational skills and strategic thinking. This creates a well-rounded and credible public persona.

Balanced and Nurturing: Focus on creating harmony and providing support in your field.

Professional and Caring: Highlight your ability to blend professionalism with a caring approach.

Community and Relationships: Showcase your role in fostering connections and support.

Social Media Tips:

Post content that emphasizes balance, community, and supportive interactions.

Use elegant, harmonious visuals and empathetic messaging.

Midheaven in Leo (Scorpio Rising)

Brand Identity: Your public persona should be dramatic, charismatic, and authoritative. Emphasize your creative flair and leadership.

Social Media Tips: Share powerful, impactful content that showcases your expertise and creative achievements. Use bold visuals and compelling narratives to engage your audience. Position yourself as a leader and visionary in your field, using confident and inspiring messaging.

Brand Colors: Gold for leadership, royal purple for creativity, and bright red for passion.

IC Connection: Incorporate Aquarius’ innovative and unconventional ideas into your Leo-centric content. Highlight how your creative vision is informed by progressive thinking, adding a unique and forward-looking dimension to your leadership.

Intense and Impactful: Showcase your deep insights and transformative impact.

Creative and Bold: Highlight your innovative and charismatic approach.

Power and Influence: Emphasize your leadership and ability to inspire change.

Social Media Tips:

Share powerful, thought-provoking content that reflects your depth and creativity.

Use bold, dynamic visuals and impactful language.

Midheaven in Virgo (Sagittarius Rising)

Brand Identity: Your public persona should be detail-oriented, analytical, and practical. Focus on your ability to provide valuable, well-organized information.

Social Media Tips: Share well-researched content, practical tips, and detailed insights. Use a methodical approach to present information clearly and effectively. Highlight your expertise and problem-solving skills through structured posts and informative articles.

Brand Colors: Earthy tones for reliability, navy blue for professionalism, and muted green for practical growth.

IC Connection: Use Pisces’ creative and philosophical perspectives to add depth and richness to your Virgo-centric content. Combine practical advice with imaginative insights to engage your audience on both intellectual and emotional levels.

Adventurous and Insightful: Focus on exploration, learning, and philosophical insights.

Practical and Organized: Showcase your ability to apply your expansive ideas in practical ways.

Health and Movement: Incorporate elements related to well-being and personal growth.

Social Media Tips:

Create inspiring content that reflects your adventures and learning experiences.

Use clear, organized visuals and practical advice.

Midheaven in Libra (Capricorn Rising)

Brand Identity: Your public persona should be balanced, diplomatic, and aesthetically refined. Emphasize your ability to mediate and create harmonious environments.

Social Media Tips: Share content that reflects your sense of balance and aesthetics. Use a polished, graceful approach in your posts and interactions. Highlight your ability to bring people together and foster collaboration.

Brand Colors: Soft pink for harmony, light blue for balance, and neutral tones for sophistication.

IC Connection: Incorporate Aries’ boldness and assertiveness into your Libra-centric content. Show how your diplomatic approach is driven by strong convictions and proactive leadership, creating a balanced yet dynamic presence.

Ambitious and Balanced: Highlight your strategic approach and ability to create harmony in your field.

Professional and Diplomatic: Showcase your leadership and ability to handle complex situations with grace.

Success and Influence: Emphasize your achievements and your role in fostering professional relationships.

Social Media Tips:

Share content that highlights your career milestones, strategic insights, and professional network.

Use strong, balanced visuals and a professional tone.

Midheaven in Scorpio (Aquarius Rising)

Brand Identity: Your public persona should be intense, transformative, and powerful. Emphasize depth, passion, and your ability to handle complex issues.

Social Media Tips: Share content that delves into deep topics, transformative experiences, and impactful insights. Use powerful imagery and compelling narratives to engage your audience. Position yourself as an authority on complex or intense subjects.

Brand Colors: Deep reds for intensity, black for power, and rich purples for transformation.

IC Connection: Integrate Taurus’ steadiness and practicality into your Scorpio-centric content. Balance your intensity with reliable, grounded insights to provide a comprehensive and credible perspective.

Innovative and Transformative: Focus on cutting-edge ideas and profound impact.

Practical and Grounded: Highlight your ability to make innovative ideas practical and effective.

Personal Transformation: Share stories of growth and change.

Social Media Tips:

Post forward-thinking content and transformative ideas.

Use striking visuals and impactful, thought-provoking messaging.

Midheaven in Sagittarius (Pisces Rising)

Brand Identity: Your public persona should be adventurous, philosophical, and enthusiastic. Focus on your broad vision and love for exploration.

Social Media Tips: Share content that inspires and excites. Highlight your travels, philosophical insights, and adventurous pursuits. Use engaging formats like storytelling and exploration to connect with your audience.

Brand Colors: Vibrant oranges for enthusiasm, blues for expansiveness, and purples for creativity.

IC Connection: Use Gemini’s versatility and communication skills to enhance your Sagittarian content. Present your adventurous insights and philosophical reflections in an engaging, accessible way, appealing to a wide audience.

Creative and Visionary: Showcase your imaginative and expansive approach.

Exploration and Inspiration: Focus on your passion for discovering new ideas and inspiring others.

Versatility and Insight: Highlight your ability to communicate diverse insights and inspirations.

Social Media Tips:

Create content that reflects your creativity, exploration, and visionary ideas.

Use imaginative visuals and engaging, inspirational messaging. Alright! Now go and ...

[yup-no-way]

Astro Observations pt. 3

Hi there! So here comes another astro observations post. But before I have to rant. Man…uni is kicking me in the butt (average engineering student). Like wdym I have a month till my finals and I have a research paper, 3 projects, 2 lab reports, 2 Tests and one lab exam due. And I have to start studying for my finals as well. ߹ ᯅ ߹

These observations are based on my personal experiences so don’t take it as full facts. These placements can also be influenced by other things in someone’s chart like degrees, houses and aspects. Also if u have any suggestions for what content you’d like to see feel free to let me know. English is not my first language lads so don’t drag me for grammatical errors. xoxo

Venus trine Ascended aspect: how does it feel to be life’s favourite . Like these people just have it like that. They are genuinely beautiful people and while that can manifest as conventional attractive, from my personal experience, their beauty is very unique , depending on other aspects in their chart. But whatever style of beauty they have, they embody it fully and they turn eyes wherever they go. Also these are the type of people who’s beauty is influenced by how they feel about themselves so if you practice self love and acceptance then that’s when you radiate the most.

Pluto 10h: huuuuge issues with authority figures. Mostly these people fall into 2 categories. First one, they always feel suppressed but push back therefore getting into arguments with those authority figures. Second one, they feel suppressed but don’t say anything, they prefer to lay low and not confront those issues. Overall for each case it’s a heavy placement and causes heavy friction in your life. These people also almost 100% have (or had) a lot of arguments with their parents. BUT, if you channel this energy by learning how to play the cards you’ve been dealt and manipulate situations without coming so upfront then this placement is so powerful, especially in regards to career. CEO energy. These people rlly would much rather work for themselves. I could go on hours talking ab Pluto, but I’ll leave it for another post because this planet is so interesting and people need to learn how to harness its energy better.

Lilith Gemini: worst nightmare for these people? Being perceived as dumb. They will rather be called ugly, weird etc. than being called stupid. And the best part? They aren’t stupid at all. Their most cunning aspect? Their intelligence. For some, they might’ve actually been perceived as slow when younger but worked hard just to not be associated with that imagine anymore.

4th house in Gemini: for a lot of these people, their home never felt that welcoming when young. This placement indicated a home/environment where growing intellectually/academically was very important (more important than their emotional state). Geminis 4th house experienced a lot of shame regarding their grades in their home/school or faced immense pressure to be “the first in class”. Also, this placement can be harder to navigate because due to the lack of support they might’ve felt in their environment. I wanna give you guys a big hug, seriously. You are more than your academics. Lots of love to yous xoxo

Venus trine Pluto: these people are magnetic. They are also mostly perceived way differently than they are (kinda sad tbh). So many people with this placement are hard to approach, even if they are genuinely nice people, at least once in their life, someone told them they look intimidating. This placement might not get hit on as much because of it. People tend to have fantasies regarding this collective, specifically in the house of your Pluto. For example if you have a Pluto in the 2nd house, they might fantasise about you taking them out for a shopping spree or them taking you out and spoiling you. If you have Pluto 10th house, then maybe they are very attracted to your work persona and might fantasise about some forbidden work love. You get the point. This placement is very intense but it can attract unhealthy relationships. You need to learn your toxic pattern and make sure you do not repeat it.

I hope you guys enjoyed this as well! I will be diversifying my content soon, I just had some more placements I wanted to talk about before I start smth new. Also I don’t have that many observations today since I have been focused on writing another Astro blog that is coming soon (I am so exited). Before my next astro observations post I’ll need to gather more info (aka psychoanalyse all my friends and the people around me)

Till next time xoxo

[awordsmith]

tangled up 𝜗𝜚 s.r

۶ৎ in which you and Spencer join forces to babysit both Jack and Henry.

who? spencer x bau!reader  when? s6 genre: novella content warnings: not proofed, contains nothing but pure fluff, reader and spencer get mistaken as Jack and Henry's parents... reid with warmth !!  word count: 4.9k a/n: first novella fic whaaaa....i've been wanting to write this one for a while, but i knew it wouldn't be that long, so this is perfect for my first novella fic!!; enjoy!

The morning was cold and frosty, and the only thing able to mend it: a large, hot latte. Hotch approached your desk as you set your things down. He leaned over and whispered conspicuously, “Are you sure you can come tonight?”

You rolled your eyes and whispered back, just as secretive, and perhaps some more to show how dramatic he was being, “Yes, Hotch,” you saluted him, “Jack will be in good hands.”

A gruff sound came from his throat–as if signifying his disbelief, “If you say so, do you remember what time?”

“Hotch?”

He looked around, glancing back at you with pressed lips. “Yeah?”

“I got this,” you pushed his hand–gripping your desk–off.

“Right,” he nodded, “no I know.”

You raised a brow and crossed your arms, “so why are you stalling? Is this about your date? Because if you don’t want to go–”

“No,” he dusted his suit off, “I’m–I’m walking away.”

“Uh-huh,” you biot back a smile, feeling Spencer slide up next to you, “and what was that all about?” He kept his inquisitive gaze on your boss.

“Hotch had a date,” you stated, turning to look at him, “I’m babysitting Jack.”

He raised his eyebrows and nodded–but when Penelope called you to the roundtable room and you began to walk away with her, you could hear him mutter, “Why didn’t he ask me?”

JJ rushed in, she apologized for being late as she took her seat. The team watched her; she was flushed, but her face showed clear urgency. She rolled her eyes, “Please do not question me today, I already have enough explaining to do.”

It was silent, but then you just couldn’t help yourself, “...JJ?” She looked at you with a slight warning, but you still asked, “What happened?”

The air in the room evaporated as JJ sucked in a breath, then deflated against her chair, throwing her head back, “Henry’s babysitter quit this morning.” You kept quiet, waiting for her to elaborate. “Will and I were going to go out tonight, we’ve been planning this for weeks now.” she huffs, running a hand through her hair.

Spencer caught your eyes, and though you shook your head, knowing it’d be a bad idea, he still said, “Well, hey, you know I could watch him for you–if you still wanted to go.”

JJ raised a brow and began to shake her head slowly, “I don’t know, Spence–”

“I wouldn’t be alone,” you noted Hotch raising an eyebrow as Spencer motioned toward you, “— is watching Jack, we could babysit them together.”

JJ glanced at you, then at Hotch–hopeful, “Would you both be okay with that?”

Hotch eyed Spencer’s grin for a moment, “Fine, but — has to keep an eye on Reid too.”

“Uh–what?” Spencer threw his arms up, “I’m a great babysitter–are you laughing?” He glared slightly at Morgan.

“Sure you are,” you reached over and patted the top of his hand, you held his gaze for a split second–the both of you trying to hold in your laughter.

You could hear giggling inside. Jack clung to Hotch, he was eight, and yet he still adored his father. The night was young, but starting to grow darker. Today, you had only been called to air a case, so you worked from the office, which you didn’t have the pleasure of doing most days, making it pretty unique.

“Oh, hey guys,” Spencer called, walking up behind you. You frowned, noting his relaxed attire.

“And I didn’t think you owned anything but sweater vests.”

“Oh–you just had to comment.” He sighed.

“That I did,” you nodded, “that I did.”

The front door opened right as Hotch checked his wristwatch, “you guys made it!”

“Would you believe it? Hotch hasn’t canceled yet.”

Your boss glared at you, but your remark earned chuckles from the others, “Yep, and I’ll be late if I don’t leave now.”

JJ stepped out of the house and moved aside, “come on in.” Henry popped his little head out from behind Will and motioned for Jack to follow.

Hotch leaned to the side, eyes only leaving Jack once the boys disappeared behind a corner. “Okay,” JJ approached you, hands on your shoulders, “I am trusting you.”

“Hey–uhm Hi!” Spencer waved, sticking his head over your shoulder, “I’m here too.”

“Yes, that’s why I’m telling her to be careful.”

After a bit of teasing Spencer, Hotch, Will, and JJ left in their cars. “Come, on, it’s freezing out here,” you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your zip-up.

“Let the night begin…”

Spencer stayed, feet glued to the floor for a moment as he watched you wander into the house. He couldn’t help the small smile that grazed his face; he covered it with a hand, closing the door behind him.

Inside you were asking the boys what they wanted to do. Hotch had picked you up from your apartment and you, him, and Jack drove over together–so when Henry suggested the movie theatre, you could only glance at Spencer, wondering if he’d be willing to drive.

He huffed, rolled his eyes, and fell back on the couch in the living room. “We can see what movies are playing, I guess.”

You huffed a laugh and gripped the couch with both hands as you learned over it, watching Jack and Hnery jump on top of Spencer.

“Okay, okay.” He pushed Henry’s foot out of his face and shot you a look when he heard you cover up a snort with a cough.

Upon scrolling through the nearest movie theatre, you found the newest Spider-Man movie was playing, but you had already missed the 7 o’clock one and the next showing was at 8:30. You, Spencer, and the boys agreed to that time, which left you about an hour before you had to leave. Spencer offered to pay and though you had debated with him about going half–he insisted.

You agreed, but only if he let you pay for the snacks. Spencer wasn’t a boyfriend and he wasn’t one of the girls, so it felt weird letting him pay for everything. He was older than you yes, but only by a couple of years, and though you had to remind him of that several times, he never once failed to pull that card over on you.

“What’s that?” Spencer motioned toward the bag you had brought–that you were now unloading on the kitchen counter.

“Ingredients,” you shrugged, “it isn’t real babysitting if you don’t bake something.”

“You bake?” He sat up, throwing something on the television to distract the boys before he made his way toward you.

You brushed it off, “Somewhat.”

“Okay,” he nodded, rounding the counter and meeting your hip with his, “so what are we baking tonight?”

“We?” You raised a brow. He nodded, lips forming a thin line to suppress a grin. “Oh, no,” you huffed a laugh, “we are not–do you even know kitchen etiquette?”

His face scrunched up, “I’m a quick learner.”

“Sarcastic Spencer never fails to amuse me.”

“Mmm,” he nodded, “what’s first?”

You shook your head, a grin escaping you. You snatched the butter he had picked up and smacked him on the shoulder as you went to go find a bow for it, “Wash your hands.” 

“Something smells good.” Jack rounded the counter.

“That would be the cookies.” You spun around and bent to your knees, pulling the oven open. 

“When’s the movie?” Henry came waddling in, Spencer not too far behind.

You glanced at him, expecting him to answer for the both of you. You smiled to yourself, pulling off the oven mitts when he said, “uh…we have about five more minutes before we should leave.”

You nodded and began searching for a container to put the cookies in, “boys, do you wanna go outside and help Uncle Spencer start the car?”

“Awesome!” Henry shouted, running off to find his coat.

“Can we really start the car?” Jack looked between you and Spencer.

“Of course,” you smiled, nodding.

“Cool,” he too ran off.

“If either of them wrecks my car, I’m holding you responsible.” He jabbed a warning finger in your direction.

You scoffed, wiping your hands on a rag, “right. Spencer, you drive a van.”

“An SUV,” he corrected.

“Yeah, well, you don’t seem the type to care about messing things up.”

He held a hand to his chest, mock hurt flashing across his face, “–and what is that supposed to mean.”

You shrugged, but a cheeky smile pulled your lips upward.

“I’ll see you in the car,” he wandered off in search of the boys. You grabbed three cookies and set them aside on a napkin.

When you walked toward the door, you found Spencer and the boys already secure in the car. You locked the door and made your way down the drive.

“I have something delicious,” you handed each boy a cookie, promising to help Spencer clean out his car if it turned out they made a mess.

You took the third cookie and bit into it. Spencer watched you and he pulled off, turning onto the street. He hit a red light when you were halfway done with it, “were you not going to offer to share?”

Your eyebrows shot up momentarily, “you like sweets?”

“Half you met me?” he shot back.

You huffed, yanking his hand from the steering wheel and toward you, placing the cookie into his hand. The light turned green, so he steered with one arm and used his other to eat the cookie. It was a darling sight, truly. You giggled when a few crumbs fell onto the floor.

“I blame you,” he muttered, his mouth full of cookies as he made his proclamation.

Spencer had bought the tickets online, so as you parked, you made a game plan with the boys. Spencer and Henry would go to the bathroom because he forgot to say something back at the house and you and Jack would stand in line. There were a few games around–and of course, the boys asked to play when they saw them–but you only had ten minutes till the movie began, so you promised when the movie was over, you’d stay a bit longer to play.

There were only three lines open and from what you could tell, pretty long. Jack stuffed his hands into his tiny jacket pockets–he looked comfortable. “Do you know what you want to get?”

He pressed his lips together and notably looked around at the freezers and small box-like shelves separating the lines. They were only about two inches higher than him, maybe three or four higher than Henry.

“I’ve never been here.” You frowned. Jack had never been to a movie theatre or he had never been to this theatre? 

“What do you mean?” You stepped forward as the line moved up. A father and his daughter–probably around fourteen–stepped behind you. You took notice, but only because you’ve programmed your brain, they weren’t really important.

Jack shrugged, “What kind of snacks do they have.” You understood Jack didn’t want to speak more on the subject and because you cherished him, you dropped it–but you made a mental note to speak with Hotch about it later.

“Well, I think they have…gummy bears and–oh look–they have cornetto–personally I prefer the cup version–but that’s just me.” Jack laughed and stood on his tippy toes, trying to get a better look at the ice cream flavors.

You caught Spencer walking toward you, Henry skipping a few feet in front of him. He caught your wave and nodded toward Jack, who now stepped to the side of the counter–looking through the glass. “How much time do we have?”

Spencer checked his watch once more, his casual attire contrasting. He wore his glasses–which you absolutely adored–a pair of blue jeans substituted his normal khakis, and he wore a black hoodie with red writing on the back. He wore tenashoes instead of his work shoes and his silly socks were hidden beneath the fabric of his jeans. It made you frown slightly: you couldn’t tease him about it.

“Do you want anything?” You asked as the boys began listing off candy to the cashier.

“No, I’m good.” He shook his head, stuffing his hands into the singular pocket of his hoodie.

“Wanna share a bowl of popcorn?” You pleaded and eventually, he gave in.

You asked for two smaller bowls so you could split the large bowl between you, Spencer, and the boys. Spencer physically winced when you swiped your card–you saw it happen. It sent a flutter through you and your face reddened as much as it could. You covered it up with a laugh, hoping Spencer didn’t find it weird, though the look he threw you said otherwise.

You found your seats, the boys settled in the middle of the two of you. You separated the popcorn between the boys, but then realized it’d be an issue sharing with Spencer if he was all the way on the other side, so instead, you gave him one of the smaller bowls, filled his and Hnery’s, and shared the big bowl with Jack.

You made it in time for the credits which you hated, but Spencer loved. It put a goofy smile on his face as he explained every ad,s aying how they were trying to tug at your heartstrings or logical side. “But we’re too smart, aren’t we?” He met your gaze.

The boys turned toward you, where you now adorned a serious nod, “oh, yeah, we’re way too smart to fall fo that, right boys?” 

“Yep!” they nodded triumphantly. 

“And why is that?” Spencer rounded the question back to him.

“Because we’re profilers,” Jack asked hesitantly.

“Exactly,” you jabbed a finger at him, messing with his hair a little. He laughed and leaned away, pushing your hand toward the popcorn bowl.

Spencer watched you–but not just your person. He wanted your actions, your facial expression, the way you interacted and spoke to Jack, the way you joked with Henry, the way you took every opportunity you could to tease him about absolutely anything. 

He felt his heart tense and then fall to his stomach once he realized what was occurring. Was he falling in love? Was this what that feeling was? Was this how falling in love happened? You noticed minuscule, insignificant things about a person like the way they laughed? Or the way smiled? You analyzed them so thoroughly that you could tell what they would say before they said it. Or know the action they’re about to take before they make it?

He couldn’t tell. Spencer had never been in love before. He had never fallen in love. But was that what this was? He didn’t have a definitive answer, he just knew he wanted to be closer. To you. To you in every way. He wanted you to want to be close to him and he wondered if that was love.

Because if it was, wouldn’t that mean he’d already fallen? But it didn’t feel right.  It felt…like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Like he had been searching for an answer he knew was somewhere in his brain, but hadn’t figured it out until just now.

The movie played and he tried his best to watch it–he grasped the general concept, but he was more focused on, well, you.

Did he love you? Could he say that with genuine confidence? He wouldn’t know until he tried it out, but he couldn’t. Because what if he didn’t? What if what he felt for you was simply pure friendship–he’d be making a crucial mistake, one) if you didn’t like him you’d be weirded out and if you did he chanced hurting you, two) you worked together, that was an issue in and of itself.

He jumped when you stood, watching as you stretched. “What?” You raised a brow, a tired smile forming you mouth.

He found himself smiling back, his stomach flipping, “nothing. Just…tired.”

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, yawning, “me too. We should head back now, it’s pretty late. We need to take them baths.”

“Yeah,” Spencer glanced at Jack, who was now standing, and Henry, who was fast asleep in his seat.

Spencer tried waking him slightly, but he wasn’t budging, “just carry him,” you suggested.

Deciding it was the only option, Spencer gripped Henry’s armpits and heaved him upward as gently as he could. You watched him as he laid Hnery’s head on his shoulder, the boy snuggling into the crook of his neck, hugging your coworker tightly. 

“Awww,” you sounded like Penelope but you didn’t care, this was too cute a moment not to capture. Whipping out your phone, you ignored Spencer’s pleas and snapped multiple photos from every angle.

Heading to the lobby of the theatre, you nudged Jack, “I’m guessing you don’t want to play some of the games anymore?”

Jack shook his head and rubbed his eyes, “no. m’just tired.”

You nodded, pulling him into your side as you walked, “Me too, buddy, me too.”

You passed an elderly couple on the way out, Henry slightly waking up when the cold air hit his face. “Are we home?” He asked.

The elderly couple snickered and said, “You’re a cute family.”

You opened your mouth to correct the woman, but her husband added, “You look just like we did, don’t they?” before you could. He turned to his wife, made clear by the matching rings.

“Oh, they do,” then she bent over and asked Jack, “What movie did your mommy and daddy take you to see.”

Instead of correcting the couple, Jack glanced at you, then Spencer, and grinned–though it was sleepy– “Spider-Man 2.”

“Ah, I’m afraid I haven’t seen that one, is it good?”

“Really good,” Henry answered from Spencer’s arms.

They laughed again, then apologized for keeping you and made their way inside.

You and Spencer said nothing as you made your way to the car. Jack and Henry were silent as well. You wondered just what was going through Jack’s head. Maybe he was too tired to understand or care about the women’s words. Yeah, that must have been it.

You decided you would ignore it just as you would ignore the flutter that continuously courced through you the entirety of the night.

With much prodding, you were able to get Henry into the bath. Jack didn’t take much convincing, but he assured you he could do it himself, which you shouldn’t have believed because he ended up getting shampoo into his eyes.

Spencer finished helping him, though it was hard because Jack insisted on showering. Eventually, the two boys were tucked into Henry’s twin-sized bed, and you and Spencer had a little free time before the others arrived.

You grabbed the bowl of cookies that you’d tucked on the counter near the fridge before you’d left. You meant to eat them at the kitchen counter, but Spencer wanted you to watch some movie he had put on. You would blame and hold him responsible for any crumbs that didn’t land in the bowl.

His chuckle was low and light, just like every other time you found yourself making him laugh. It sent a flutter through your chest and you had to turn away to keep from letting him know just how flustered that one sound could make you.

You shivered, you typically brought a sweater with you everywhere just in case, but you were going to JJ’s house, and you knew she’d let you borrow a few blankets. 

“Where are you going?” Spencer caught your wrist as you stood. Your heart jolted and you couldn’t help but stare at it. You blinked a few times before he let go. He sucked in a breath as if you’d stung him. You weren’t sure what he meant by that or if he meant anything at all by it. Spencer was normally an awkward person, but this didn’t feel like something he’d be awkward about, in fact, Spencer would never be put in this situation simply because Spencer hated physical contact.

Maybe that’s why he had such a reaction. You brushed it off, letting a shy smile replace the longing frown, “Just the hall closet to find a blanket…want one?”

Spencer shook his head and wanting to escape the atmosphere, you bottled toward the hall. You retrieved the first blanket on top. It was white with little blue bunnies. Cute. You thought, it must be Henry’s. 

“I’m back,” you hopped on the couch, keeping a cushion between the two of you, for fear of making him uncomfortable.

He declined your offer of a cookie and opted to lean back. It might have just been your imagination, but you were sure Spencer kept sneaking glances at you. You thought he must be bored, he’d put on a '90s romcom. Though you loved the, you were surprised when Spencer put it on. But then maybe he put it on for you and that’s why he kept glancing at you.

You huffed under a cookie, that’s so like him. 

Halfway through the movie, you’d discarded the bowl of cookies with four left and began to feel the lights dim. Or maybe it was just you. You took a moment and laid your head back but it was uncomfortable. As you shifted on the couch, a yawn escaped you. 

Spencer caught it, attention now fully focused on you, he smiled at your dreary state. He moved one leg under him and without really thinking much about it–if it’d make you uneasy or not–he took you by the shoulders and lowered your head into his lap. You noticed, but barely. He pulled the blanket over you as your arms wrapped around his thigh. Your head snuggled into him and when a satisfactory hmm released itself from your throat, he snorted a little. 

He loved you, or at least he thought he did. Spencer had never loved anyone. Well, he loved his mom, but he knew he was programmed that way. He loved quantum physics and math and chemistry and psychology, but those were very broad terms, and still not a being. He liked cats, but he couldn’t love a cat–well, he could–but that was a different discussion.

You, on the other hand, he always wanted to be around. You, on the other hand, he always wanted to talk to. You, he fell asleep thinking about; you, he dreamt about; you, he woke up to.

You were always on his mind, there was no way around it. In every conversation–though he rarely voiced it–he could always draw back to you. Penelope bought a new pink fluffy pen? You loved pens. Dereck couldn’t sleep at night because of his neighbor. You could sleep anywhere–it was a skill. Spencer couldn’t sleep at all, really, and when he did–well, he’d already know what he’d dream about.

He couldn’t escape you–but well, he didn’t want to.

The biggest evidence of his feelings for you? He hated–absolutely loathed–the thought of you talking to/dating/marrying anywhere else. He made a face, the thought disgusted him;; it made him sick.

The front door unlocking jolted him out of his thoughts… how long had he sat there watching you? Going back and forth in is mind? His mind began wondering and the lights began to fade. His shoulder drooped and he began pushing you backward, fixing you until you were both comfortable. 

“Just for…a bit…” he yawned before the lights went out.

Spencer jerked when he heard the front door unlock. He was always keenly aware of his surroundings–it was a bad habit he picked up in his years at the BAU.

JJ and Will stepped through the door as quietly as they could, the credits were rolling. The movie must have just ended. 48 minutes?

“Hey–” JJ whispered walking toward him.

He rubbed his eyes and tried to sit up, but was weighed down, and upon looking–found you still sound asleep. He smiled, but when he realized JJ could see him, he fixed it to a plain expression.

Spencer held up a hand and pressed a finger to his lips, his eyes widened slightly in concern when he looked down at you. Which was ridiculous, he couldn’t stay in this position the entire night, much less on JJ’s couch. You both had work in the morning and you needed to get home. Right…but where was Hotch? How would you get home?

He was startled by your shifting movements. Upon glancing at you again, he found you stirring. JJ covered up a small laugh, and turned back to Will, shushing him as he stalked over.

“Hotch texted, he should be here soon,” JJ whispered.

Spencer nodded as you lifted your head, he raised his arms just enough for you to have free reign, if you pushed out of his hold, he’d have no choice but to let go.

But you didn’t, you pulled him closer and buried your face into where his thigh met his hip. “Five more minutes.”

JJ snatched her phone from her pocket and began snickering, “Penelope is going to love this.”

“Hey–come on, JJ–don’t–” Spencer’s protests went ignored as JJ clicked a few photos and slipped her phone back into the back pocket of her jeans.

A knock sounded on the door not a moment later, Will went to open it while JJ sat on the arm of the couch and smiled down at her two coworkers. “Do you think she can hear us?”

Spencer opened his mouth to say no, but raised a brow and glanced at you questioningly, he wasn’t sure you knew where you were, let alone could make sense of a complete sentence. “I’m gonna go with probably not.”

They chuckled to themselves. Hotch waved, before following Will down the hall toward Henry’s room. You yawned and rolled onto your back, stretching over Spencer. “Hi,” you blinked up, a slow smile turning up your lips.

He met your sleepy gaze with one of his own, “hi,” he answered.

Hotch came back out with a very asleep Jack, calling out your name, You sighed, forcing yourself upward. “Guess I better go.”

Once again, Spencer felt his subconscious take hold of his body as he held an arm across your stomach, “I could take you…I mean I wouldn’t mind, besides,” he nodded toward Hotch and Jack, “he should get Jack home.”

JJ watched in silent awe. It was one thing for Spencer to shake hands with someone let alone hug them, so when she stepped through her doors and found you snuggled up to him, her suspicion-radar was going off. Spencer definitely had a thing for you, or at the very least felt most comfortable with you. In her mind, you were his person, and that didn’t have to be romantic, it was just how it was.

Now, though, watching his eyes, there was no doubt in her mind. Spencer Reid was in love. She wondered what kind of catastrophic event occurred for this to happen.

“You sure?” You murmured, rubbing your eyes. You were halfway leaning against his chest, and halfway using his shoulder to stay steady.

“Yeah, of course.”

Hotch seemed to get the gist of the conversation, whispered a few goodbyes, and headed out the door.

“You made cookies,” JJa noted.

“Yep, there’s four left, but they’re probably all stale now.”

“Well, maybe you two can babysit again and make me fresh ones.”

“I helped, you know,” Spencer added.

“Yeah, ‘helped’ so much I almost had to buy you a new pan.” After a good laugh, you stood and stretched, catching Spencer’s yawn, “well, it’s getting pretty late, we should head out.”

“Alright then, drive safe.”

“I’m always a safe driver.”

“I know you are, Spence.” She pressed her lips together, glancing at you, wondering if you even felt a smidgen of what Spencer felt for you.

The car ride was smooth, Spencer had been over a few times, and with his memory, he knew the way by heart. “Thanks for doing this.” You grabbed his hand as he pulled into your complex.

Spencer jolted, his head jerked down: his focus on where your hands connected. “Oh–sorry, I forgot–”

You snatched your hand away, but Spencer was quick to grab it back. “No–no it’s…” he stared at you. He could lose his mind and still be able to put a name to your eyes. They were like none he’d ever seen–which is opinionated, of course, in his mind, you were all there ever was. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” You frowned, “I…know how you hate people touching you.”

“Well, yeah,” he shrugged sheepishly, “but when it’s you it’s okay.”

Your heart leaped at that and maybe it was because you were half-awake and when you were half-wake you became even more delusional than you were daily. “So, you don’t mind if I touch you?”

“No, not at all.” He replied immediately as if he had been programmed to.

You couldn’t help the goofy grin that made its way onto your face, “good to know.”

You opened the car door and started exiting his vehicle. “Hey, —?”

“Yeah?” You yawned again, the sky a blue-black kind of color.

“What does that mean?”

“What does what mean?” You frowned.

“You know,” he tried motioning with his hands, which only made you snort.

“Nope,” you shook your head, “no idea.” You spun around, starting the path to your apartment, “see you tomorrow, Spencer.”

Spencer frowned, he knew he would think about this the rest of the night, if he could sleep he’d probably dream about it, and when he woke up, it would most definitely be the first thing on his mind.

a/n: lol i've been working on this forever (like a month) and i cried in my maths a few days ago because i couldn't understand it–#mathisnotforme

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pick a pile - what makes you attractive?

welcome back lovely reader! let's take a peak into what makes you so attractive. breathe slowly, take your time and use your intuition to go with the pile that speaks to you the most. remember to take what resonates, and leave what doesn't. 𓆩♡𓆪

˖ ࣪ ⊹ ꒰ঌ pile 1 ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

you're attractive, in the way you're interested in creating these meaningful and emotional connections to people.

you aren't the type of person who feels the need to place yourself above anyone, in order to feel good about yourself. your desire for balance and harmony in your relationships makes you highly attractive.

the way you're able to put yourself in other people's shoes, and approach them with empathy, is wonderful. you give them this precious feeling of being understood.

you're a person who has very comforting energy, and a soothing effect on others. someone who brings the calm after the chaos, and hope into situations that seem lost.

spirit keeps showing me this image of a bandaid.

your attractiveness lies in your gentleness. in your ability to mend and heal.

the fact that you've been through so much, but this inner spark of hope inside you still remained bright and dazzling in the end, makes you very special.

it's likely that a lot of you aren't fully aware of this, but your existence is dazzling, and extraordinary in many people's eyes.

you stand out. you're unique.

there's something about your presence that shines differently, compared to the people around you. it's almost like a butterfly that can't see the beauty of its own wings.

i believe a good amount of you, have gone through your own losses and heartbreaks in the past.

it's likely you went through different cycles, and various impactful stages in your life where you were forced to adapt and adjust. unexpected situations which caught you off guard and resulted in you needing to pick up the pieces by yourself.

but the way you've been able to bounce back, and still find this inner courage to keep going, despite the hurt, is impressive.

i believe you've come to a point where you've been able to move away from that state of sorrow, and turned it into something that fuels your power.

your ability to bravely deal with the things that life unexpectedly throws you head on, makes you very attractive.

you still have a more sensitive heart, and your core will always be a little soft and sweet deep down; but your character has gained a lot of strength throughout the years.

this is something you radiate to the outside now. your inner power makes you incredibly attractive.

you look at the things you've been through till now, as experiences which have shaped you immensely, and turned you into the person you are today.

a lot of you are also likely to be outspoken, and pretty straightforward. you like getting to the true core of topics, and aren't afraid to voice things others might shy away from.

your attractiveness lies in your ability to balance these two coinciding sides in you; one that is full of empathy, warmth and a kind heart, and one that is self-sufficient, ambitious and courageous.

˖ ࣪ ⊹ ꒰ঌ pile 2 ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

you're attractive, in the way you relentlessly work towards fulfilling your own dreams and goals.

you're willing to put in consistent effort, in order to build yourself the dream life you desire so badly.

i just don't see you liking to rely on anyone else to do the work for you. you're very self-sufficient, and recognize that in order to get to a place of satisfaction and contentment within yourself, you have to be the one to make the effort. there's nothing like enjoying the fruits of your own labor.

a lot of you are very sure of what you want for yourself. some of you might actively manifest, by imagining and picturing how you want your life to be.

creating moodboards on pinterest or something. creating folders of style inspiration, or interior design inspirations. this is how i want to be dressed, this is the place i want to live in.

you're not gonna be someone who throws the towel and gives in, just because someone else might label your dreams as impossible, or unrealistic.

it's almost like you'll tell them “well, i'll show you then”

you have high aspirations, standards and expectations towards yourself, as well as others, which makes you even more attractive.

you just do not settle for anything less than what you want.

people can't get to you too easily. you're guarded and careful about who you let in closely.

many people are likely to look at you as a person they can't quite decipher or fully figure out at first; someone whose facade they'd like to look beyond.

the fact that you aren't an open book who's constantly accessible and available twenty four seven, makes you highly attractive to others. you cautiously keep them at an arm's length, and people might have to work for your attention.

there might even be some people envious of you.

envious of the fact that you're so self-reliant, independent, and in no need of anyone's help or guidance in life.

and although you give off a more detached and colder vibe to some people on the outside, people who actually know the true you, are aware of how sweet and empathetic you can in fact be. you just have a genuine heart deep down.

you're likely to be someone with a lot of depth and layers, and the closer people get to knowing you in your entirety, the more they get to see of your more complex, introspective and sensitive sides.

you might be much more emotional, romantic and dreamy than what meets the eye at first; and this is likely to draw a lot of people to you.

like “wow, i didn't know you had this side to you”

there's this type of reversal charm, where you might pleasantly surprise some people with how soft you can actually be at times, compared to the first impression they had of you.

some of you might literally have an rbf, but a beautiful smile that brightens and lights up your face in a whole new way.

you also give me very very creative energy. i feel like you love to express yourself beautifully, in many artistic ways. and you see art as a way to live out your most authentic self.

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you're attractive, in the way you lead with your heart.

it's likely that you're a person who nurtures a strong connection to their vast and rich emotional world. you're someone who genuinely cares.

like.. i don't think you even know how to just not care about things, and go through life in a nonchalant “meh” way. most of the time, you're very chalant. (ㅜ same!)

this makes you much more attractive than you might realize.

you can easily get emotionally invested in plenty of your endeavors; whether that's your relationships, the choices you have to make, the different situations life throws in your way.

you feel everything in a deep and profound manner, and this makes you unique.

reason why i believe you might not be fully aware of this, is because you seem to have the tendency to see yourself as more lacking than you actually are.

you're likely to be a person who's very humble at their core. an eternal student of life.

someone who tries their best to grow continuously and better themselves through every situation they get confronted with; especially the disappointments, regrets, losses.

you're eager to pull the lesson out of every experience in life, and sincerely want to learn from your mistakes.

despite criticism hurting you sometimes, you're still trying your best to improve yourself through it all.

this hard-working, grounded, down to earth and modest energy makes you incredibly attractive.

i think you're slowly but surely trying to let go of certain limitations you habitually set yourself till now. you might've felt trapped in your mind and stuck for a good while, but you're progressively coming out of that place.

despite the exhausting struggles you've been through till now, you're still standing strong!

your endurance, resilience and inner strength makes you immensely attractive.

yes you're wounded, yes you don't see yourself as perfect, but you're still ready to fight. you are a true warrior.

even with your naturally modest character, i don't see you as a person who allows people to step all over them anymore. you're starting to learn to be more strict and clear with your boundaries.

people might see you as someone who's becoming more guarded and closing yourself off, but to you, it's what's necessary to protect yourself.

you're attractive in the way you're becoming more and more aware of your true worth and your value.

you shouldn't let people look at your inner softness as weakness anymore.

on the contrary, it makes you incredibly strong and attractive, if you confidently embrace that side of you. i can see you stepping into your true power, once you learn to acknowledge your qualities more.

it's very likely for the things you yourself see as your downfalls, to be your actual strengths. you might just see yourself in a negative light way too quickly.

for example, your emotionality and sensitivity doesn't have to be a flaw. it can be your asset. it makes you special.

not everyone is capable of emotional connection the way you are. not everyone has the ability to be so genuinely loving, caring and sincerely empathetic the way you are.

don't constantly see yourself for what you aren't, for what you lack, for what you can't do. but see yourself for what you are and what you have, what you can indeed do!

note; i was definitely the most passionate about this pile because i have to admit, i relate so much 🥹 sending you all my support and hugs sweet reader

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That's My Expertise: Chapter One, A Different Kind of Role.

Summary: You meet captain huggy and get a date without him knowing you.

Warnings: OF! reader, Quinn not knowing who you are, Canucks knowing you, Jealous! Quinn, First date, Being a Canucks fan, Flirting, Meet cute?, OOC Quinn, Sex, No protection, You wanted a longer fic

Word Count: 9.9k

You were one of the most popular Only-fans models on the platform and it wasn’t hard to see why. You exuded confidence and were unapologetically yourself, loving what you did and living life to the fullest. With your vibrant personality and stunning looks, you had a legion of devoted fans who couldn't get enough of your unique and authentic content. From playful and flirty videos to candid behind-the-scenes moments, you always delivered on your promise to give your fans the best experience possible. When it came to shooting content, you took your work seriously but never forgot to have fun. You worked hard to ensure that your videos and photos were top-quality, but you also made sure to infuse each one with your own individuality and personality. Whether you were playing music during a shoot to get into the mood or joking around with your film crew, it was clear that you were having a blast doing what you loved.

Over time, you had gained a reputation for being one of the most friendly and accessible adult film stars on the scene. You were known for taking the time to interact with your fans on social media, responding to their messages and questions with genuine warmth and enthusiasm. You also made it a point to attend fan events and signings whenever possible, often going out of your way to make your fans feel special and appreciated. You decided to take some time out of your busy schedule to catch the Vancouver Canucks game, one of your favorite teams. As you entered the arena, you could feel the energy of the crowd around you, and a smile spread across your face. You loved being here and experiencing the excitement of the game live. As you made your way to your seat, you couldn't help but notice a few fans recognizing you and approaching you for selfies and signatures. You happily obliged, always appreciative of your loyal fans.

During the game, you cheered on the Canucks enthusiastically, soaking up the atmosphere and enjoying every moment. Then, something unexpected happened. As you were watching the game, you noticed one of the players, Quinn Hughes, glancing in your direction a few times. You didn’t think much of it at first. You were used to the attention you received from both fans and famous people alike. You simply chalked it up to Quinn being curious about who you were there. However, the glances kept coming, and you couldn't help but notice that he was stealing more and more looks in your direction. During the intermissions, you noticed Quinn sneaking looks at you a few more times. It was then that you started to wonder if there was more to it than just curiosity. You couldn’t deny that he was a good-looking guy, and you were certainly aware of his status as a star player for the Canucks. As the game continued, you found your attention divided. A part of you was still fully invested in the game, cheering on the team and enjoying every goal. But another part of you was becoming increasingly aware of the fact that you were being watched. You caught yourself stealing glances towards Quinn too, feeling a mixture of intrigue and excitement.

The game ended with a thrilling victory for the Canucks, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and excitement. The energy in the arena was contagious, and you were riding high on the adrenaline of the win. As the crowd began to file out of the arena, you stood and stretched, feeling a contented exhaustion starting to set in. Just as you were about to leave, you heard a voice call your name. It was a man’s voice, deep and slightly raspy, and it sounded familiar. You turned around to see Quinn Hughes, the player you had been stealing glances at during the game, standing a few feet away. A jolt of surprise and excitement ran through you as you saw him standing there. You had been half expecting him to approach you, but it was still unexpected and delightful. You tried to keep your cool, though, and gave him a warm smile. "Hi there." Quinn returned your smile, his eyes locked on you. “Hey, sorry to bother you. I just wanted to come over and say hello.” He seemed a little nervous, and you could sense a hint of eagerness in his voice. You chuckled softly, impressed by his nervousness. “No bother at all, I’m happy you came over.” You paused for a moment before continuing, "You played really well tonight. That overtime goal was pretty epic.”

Quinn’s cheeks flushed a little at your compliment, and he grinned, visibly pleased. "Thanks. It felt pretty damn epic." He paused for a moment, his gaze still fixed on you. "I also have to say, it was hard to focus on the game with you sitting there looking like that." Your eyebrows raised in surprise, a little taken aback by his directness. You were used to compliments, but there was something about the way he said it that made your heart race a little. A smirk formed on your lips and you teased, "Oh? Was I distracting you that much?" Quinn chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You have no idea. It was almost cruel to have you sitting there looking so gorgeous while I was trying to play." He paused for a moment, his expression turning more serious. "I've got to admit, I’ve been thinking about approaching you for a while now." You couldn’t help but feel a little bit of flattery at his words. “Oh really? And why is that?” you asked coyly, folding your arms across your chest and tilting your head slightly to give him a flirty look. Quinn shifted on his feet, his gaze never leaving yours. “There’s just something about you that caught my attention. I don’t know what it is, but I just couldn’t get you out of my head.” He took a small step closer, his eyes scanning over your face. “I had to come talk to you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, surprised by his sudden confession. You had seen people look at you with desire before, but there was something more to his gaze, something that made you feel like he was genuinely interested in you. "That's quite a compliment," you replied, a playful smile tugging at your lips. Quinn laughed softly, but his eyes were still filled with a mix of nerves and eagerness. "I'm just being honest," he said with a shrug. "You’re a beautiful woman, and I couldn’t let the opportunity to talk to you pass me by." He paused for a moment before continuing, “And I’m glad I did. You’re even more attractive up close.” Heat rushed to your cheeks as you blushed at his compliment. You were used to fans throwing praise at you, but there was something about hearing it from him that made it feel different. "You know, you’re not too bad yourself," you replied, teasing him with a wink. Quinn's mouth curled up into a smirk, his confidence growing. "Oh, you think so, huh?" he said, his tone playfully challenging. He took another step closer, just a foot away from you now, and you could smell the subtle scent of cologne on him. Your heart was racing as he got closer, the proximity making your breath catch in your throat. You tried to keep your composure, though, and responded with a cheeky retort, "Yeah, I do. I mean, you’re a professional hockey player for the Canucks. I’d say you’re doing pretty well for yourself.”

Quinn chuckled, his eyes flitting over your face, taking in every detail. "Fair enough," he replied, clearly amused by your banter. "Although I’m willing to bet you’ve done pretty well for yourself too." You laughed softly, leaning slightly towards him. You had a feeling where this conversation was heading, and you were enjoying the back and forth. "You have no idea," you said, a playful glint in your eyes. Quinn’s expression softened into a playful smirk. “Oh, you’re going to leave me hanging like that?” he teased, stepping even closer still, his body almost touching yours now. “You can’t just drop that little innuendo and leave me wondering.” Your heart raced even faster at his proximity, the heat from his body radiating towards you. You knew this was uncharted territory, but you couldn’t deny the thrill you felt. You looked up at him, your eyes locked on his, and smirked. “You’ll have to wait to find out,” you replied huskily. Quinn chuckled softly, his eyes roaming over your face, lingering on your lips for a fraction longer than they should’ve. "You’re a tease," he said, a hint of appreciation in his tone. "But I can’t say I don’t enjoy it."

Quinn’s expression turned more serious, his eyes meeting yours directly. “I’ve really enjoyed talking to you. As a matter of fact, I was wondering – would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?” He pulled out his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and holding it out to you. “Maybe exchange numbers? I’d love to take you out.” You couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at his proposal. “I’d love that,” you replied, a smile lighting up your face. You quickly took out your phone and exchanged numbers with him, saving each other’s contacts. Just as you were finishing up, you noticed something over Quinn’s shoulder – a few of his teammates from the Canucks were approaching. Their faces brightened with recognition as they saw you and realized who you were. Brock called out, “Hey Quinn, you know her? Lucky bastard.” Quinn rolled his eyes but grinned, turning around to face his teammates. “Yeah, I just met her,” he said, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the exchange, enjoying being the center of attention. All the players now stood in a semi-circle around the two of you, their eyes going wide as they realized who you were. Elias let out a low whistle. “Damn, you’re even prettier in person.”

As you said your goodbyes, Quinn's teammates were still eyeing you with curiosity, some of them nudging Quinn playfully. He gave you an apologetic smile, knowing they were being a bit too friendly. "Sorry about them," he said, gesturing towards his buddies. "They’re a bit… excitable." You laughed it off, not minding at all. "It's all good. I’m used to attention." Quinn nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I suppose you are. Well, I’ll give you a call about that dinner." With that, the two of you went your separate ways, both of you still buzzed from the encounter. Once you were out of earshot, the teammates erupted into a flurry of comments and questions. “Holy crap, Quinn. You got her number? You really are one lucky bastard.” Brock was the first to speak up, still stunned by the encounter. "I can't believe you just walked up to her like that. And she actually talked to you. That’s epic." Elias punched Quinn on the arm, a teasing smirk on his face. “Yeah, man, way to go. I mean, I can’t blame you. She’s smokin’.” Quinn looked at his teammates’ faces, a bit confused about their reactions. “Why are you all acting like I just found the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?” he asked, shaking his head in amusement. Elias chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Because you practically did, buddy. I don’t think you understand who she is."

Quinn’s confusion deepened. "What do you mean? She seems like a nice girl. Who is she?" Brock leaned closer, his tone becoming more serious. "You really don’t know? Dude, she’s only one of the most famous and gorgeous adult film stars out there." The words hit Quinn like a truck. His eyes widened as realization dawned on him. "Wait, what?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Are you serious? How do you all know that?" Everyone shrugged as if it was obvious, but Brock answered, "Come on, man. We all know you’re oblivious when it comes to pretty women, but even you’ve surely heard of her." He paused before continuing, "She’s all over the internet. Millions of people are fans of her." Elias laughed, patting Quinn on the back. "You’d have to be living under a rock not to know who she is." Brock chimed in, a sly grin on his face. "And let’s be honest, no one is complaining about being a fan." Quinn was completely taken aback, his mind still processing this revelation. He had been so captivated by her presence and beauty that he hadn’t even thought about the possibility of her being famous. "I can’t believe this," he murmured, running a hand through his hair. "I was just talking to her like a normal person."

Brock snickered, poking fun at his friend's naiveté. "Well, I hate to break it to you, buddy, but she’s anything but normal." The teammates all chuckled, enjoying Quinn's shock. Elias added, "Yeah, I think she’s a little out of your league." Quinn shot him a withering glance, not amused by the jest. He tried to play it off with a smirk but couldn’t deny the sudden feeling of inadequacy. "Thanks, guys. Glad to know you have so much confidence in me." They all laughed at his response, Brock slinging an arm around his shoulder. "Hey, we’re just messing with you. You’ve got guts, going up to her like that. And hey, you got her number, didn’t you? That’s got to count for something." Quinn rolled his eyes, feeling both embarrassed and proud at the same time. "Yeah, I got her number. But now I’m worried about what the hell I’m going to say when I call her." The teammates all shared a knowing look, clearly enjoying Quinn’s nervousness. Brock chuckled, giving him a pat on the back. "Don’t worry, man. You’ll figure it out. Just be yourself. She seemed to like you well enough, famous or not.” The others nodded in agreement, and a glimmer of hope flickered in Quinn’s eyes. Elias chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips. "You’re overthinking it, man. Just be yourself. You managed to get her number without even knowing who she was.” Brock nodded in agreement. "Yeah, just don’t be your usual awkward self."

Later that night, after the game, Quinn found himself at home in his comfortable apartment. His thoughts kept returning to their conversation from earlier in the evening, and more specifically, your job. It felt surreal to him that someone as captivating as you would have such a unique career, and somehow, his brain kept nagging at him to understand it better. He couldn't deny his curiosity, so he sat down in front of his laptop and did something he knew he shouldn't… look up videos of your videos. He typed in a few key words into a certain website, trying not to feel too guilty as his computer loaded up what he was searching for. The first few videos that popped up had thumbnails of you in various 'situations', but Quinn pushed through his slight embarrassment and clicked on the first one that caught his eye. The video started, and within seconds, he found himself drawn in. His eyes traced over your every move, his mind racing with a mix of fascination and desire. He couldn't help but notice the way you moved and the way your body reacted to every touch. Quinn found himself getting lost in watching your videos, his mind filling with a million questions and… other thoughts.

There was one video in particular that caught his attention. It was longer than the others, and the thumbnail showed a look of ecstasy on your face as you were in the embrace of another man. The words "Passionate Encounter" were the only words that accompanied the thumbnail. Despite his better judgement, Quinn couldn't help but click on it, a mixture of curiosity and desire pushing him forward. The video began with a slow, teasing start. Your body was pressed against the wall, your arms resting on the shoulders of the man in front of you. There was a tension between you, a build up of something electric and intense. The man's hands moved over your thigh, his touch lingering a bit too long. You shifted, a soft gasp escaping your lips, and Quinn felt his own breath catch in his throat in response. It was like he was the one touching you, the one making you moan like that. The man moved closer, trapping you between his body and the wall, his breath grazing your skin. He leaned in, pressing his lips to your neck, and you arched into the touch. Your head fell back, and another soft moan escaped your lips. Quinn watched on, his body reacting to the sound of the man's name slipping from your mouth. He could almost feel the way you'd move under his touch, his mind filling with thoughts of how he could make you make those sounds, how you'd sound if it was him making you fall apart.

The man's hands moved under your shirt, skimming over your skin and leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You pushed your body back against his, seeking more of that sensation. The man's lips came to your ear, his voice low and possessive as he whispered something only you could hear. You responded with a moan, your fingers curling against his skin. The sound of it, the way you looked, all of it sent a shiver down Quinn's back. He shifted in his seat, trying to adjust his clothes. He couldn't help but wonder how it would feel if he was the man in the video making you feel good like that instead. As the video came to an end, Quinn sat back in his chair, his mind a whirl of thoughts. He had seen enough to satisfy his curiosity, but he also felt a little guilty. He knew he shouldn't have gone down this rabbit hole, but he found himself unable to look away. The images and sounds of you had seared themselves into his mind, and he knew it would be hard to forget them. His body was still reacting to what he had seen, thoughts and images flashing through his mind. Quinn shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but they kept returning. He felt a mixture of awe, desire, and even a hint of jealousy. He knew he had no right to feel jealous, but he couldn't help it. The thought of you with someone else, experiencing things with them that he wanted to experience with you, it nagged at him. As the last video ended, Quinn took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He couldn't get the image of you out of his mind, your body pressed up against the man in the video, the sounds you made, the way you looked. It was all too much to bear. He knew one thing, though…he had to talk to you. He needed to hear your voice, to see your face.

A few days had passed since their encounter, and Quinn found himself pacing his living room, phone clutched in his hand. He had been thinking about you nonstop, the memory of your smile and the sound of your laugh playing on repeat in his mind. But now that he was faced with the task of actually calling you, his usual confidence vanished. He dialed your number, his heart pounding in his chest. The line rang once, twice, three times. Finally, you picked up, your voice like a balm on his nerves. "Hello?" "Uh, hi," Quinn managed to get out, cringing at the shakiness in his voice. He hadn't been this nervous around a woman since high school. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "It's Quinn… From the game the other night…" Your voice lilted with a touch of amusement at his nerves. "Ah, yes, Quinn from the game. I remember." Your tone was warm and friendly, not at all put off by his anxiety. "How are you?" Quinn exhaled, grateful that you weren’t hanging up on him yet. "I’m good, thanks. Listen, I was wondering if you’re free this week?” He winced at the cliché line, feeling like a teenager asking someone to prom.

There was a brief pause on the other end, and then you responded with a hint of a playful tone. "That depends. What did you have in mind?" Quinn’s mind raced, trying to think of something impressive but coming up empty. "Well, I thought maybe we could grab dinner? There’s this new place downtown that’s supposed to be good." He mentally kicked himself for sounding so unoriginal. "Dinner sounds nice," you replied easily, not a trace of judgment in your voice. "I've heard great things about that place. When were you thinking?" "How about tomorrow night?" he asked, his eagerness slightly tinged with anxiety. He didn't want to come off as too desperate, but he also didn't want to give you the impression that he was stringing you along. "If you're available, of course." You replied after a moment - "Tomorrow night works perfectly for me. I’m actually looking forward to it." You chuckled softly, a note of genuine excitement in your tone. "I have to admit, I’m a little curious about what you’re like outside of a hockey game." Quinn was both relieved and thrilled by your response. He had hoped you wouldn’t reject his invitation, but he hadn’t expected you to sound so genuinely interested in him. "Great," he said heartily, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I’ll pick you up then. Say, around seven?" There was a moment of pleasant surprise in your voice. "You’re picking me up? Such a gentleman." There was that playful undertone again, and it only added to Quinn's nerves. "That works for me. I’ll see you tomorrow night." "See you then," he mumbled, barely able to believe his luck. He managed to hang up the phone without making more of a fool of himself and collapsed onto his couch, feeling both relieved and flustered. He had a date with you. Now he just had to survive it.

The next night came faster than Quinn was prepared for. He spent an inordinate amount of time meticulously planning out his outfit, wanting to make the right impression without looking like he’d tried too hard. Finally, he settled on dark jeans and a nice button-down shirt, casual yet presentable. He took one last look at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his hair nervously. “You can do this,” he muttered to himself. “You’re a hockey captain, for crying out loud." He got in his car and drove to your address, butterflies swarming in his stomach. It wasn’t just that you were stunningly beautiful; you had sparked something inside him he hadn’t felt in a long time. As he pulled up in front of your building, he took a deep breath and climbed out of the car, his heart pounding in his chest. He walked up to the door and rang the bell, steeling himself for the evening ahead. You answered the door, and Quinn was momentarily stunned by your beauty. You looked even more radiant tonight, dressed in a chic yet understated dress that clung to your curves in all the right places. He couldn’t help but let out a small gasp, his eyes widening as he took you in. "You look… amazing," he managed to say, his voice a little breathless. You smiled at his reaction, a hint of amusement twinkling in your eyes. "Thank you. You look pretty good yourself." You gave him a quick once-over, taking in his attire and the nervous yet adorably flustered look on his face. "You ready to go?"

Quinn nodded hastily, feeling both relieved and intimidated by your composure. "Yeah, let's go." He guided you to the car, opening the passenger side door for you with an unnecessarily dramatic flourish. Once you were seated, he got in on the driver's side, still a little dazed by your presence. "So, um, the restaurant we're going to is supposed to have great food. And a great atmosphere," he rambled as he started the car. You nodded appreciatively, sensing his nerves and trying not to make things too awkward by addressing them. "That sounds nice," you said, keeping things light. "I'm looking forward to it. I've been meaning to try that place." There was a moment of semi-awkward silence before you turned to him, your tone lighthearted. "Are you feeling okay?" "What? Me?" Quinn asked, forcing a chuckle that came out more like a nervous giggle. He was trying his best to play it cool, but it was clear that your proximity was making him even more on edge. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?" You shrugged nonchalantly, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "You just seem a little…" You paused, searching for the right word, your eyes roaming over him with a hint of both curiosity and intrigue. "…Tense." Quinn swallowed, mentally cursing himself for being so obvious. He forced a tight smile, his grip on the steering wheel tightening involuntarily. "I'm just… I don't know, a bit out of my depth here, I guess."

You chuckled softly, the sound warm and pleasant. "Out of your depth? Why's that?" You leaned back in your seat, studying him with a mixture of amusement and genuine interest. Quinn let out a sigh, feeling like he was under a microscope. "It's just… You're kind of a big deal, you know?" He glanced over at you, his gaze flickering between you and the road ahead. "I mean, you're not just some random person I picked up at the bar. You're… famous." You playfully rolled your eyes but smiled. "I think you're overestimating my fame a bit," you replied, your tone tinged with amusement. "But I appreciate the compliment." You rested your chin on your hand, still observing him intently. "Is that what's making you so nervous? The fact that I happen to have a large fan base?" Quinn nodded, his eyes focused on the road but his mind elsewhere. "Yeah, kind of. I just…" He sighed again, feeling a little embarrassed at his own nerves. "I guess I don't want to screw this up and end up looking like an idiot in front of all your fans." You smiled at his honesty, finding it endearing more than anything. "I understand that fear. But let me assure you, I'm just a regular person. Yes, I have a lot of fans, but that doesn't mean I'm some unattainable goddess or something. And you're not making a fool of yourself. In fact, I think it's kind of cute how nervous you are."

Quinn felt his cheeks heat up at your words, a mix of embarrassment and unexpected pleasure coursing through him. "Cute? I don't know about that." He stole another glance at you, seeing the genuine reassurance in your eyes. "You don't think I'm a total mess, then?" You laughed softly, shaking your head. "Not at all. If anything, your nerves just show that you care. It's endearing." You reached over, placing a gentle hand on his arm for a moment. "Just relax. I don't bite, I promise." Quinn couldn't help but feel comforted by your touch, his nerves calming slightly. "Thanks. I'll try my best to relax." He gave you a small smile before focusing on the road again. "But just so you know, I'm probably going to be a little awkward all night." As you entered the restaurant, Quinn couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness. The upscale ambiance and the subtle looks from the staff and other patrons didn't help his anxiety. He kept stealing glances at you, trying to gauge if you were enjoying yourself. You, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, making calm conversation with the maitre d', charming the host and the servers. Quinn felt out of his element, struggling to keep up with your cool demeanor. He managed to find his voice, trying to steer the conversation in a more comfortable direction. "This place is great," Quinn said, looking around the restaurant with wide eyes. The elegant décor and soft lighting created an upscale atmosphere that was both inviting and intimidating. He took a sip of water, his gaze flickering back to you, hoping he hadn't sounded too generic.

You nodded appreciatively, surveying the surroundings with a look of satisfaction. "It definitely has a certain energy to it," you agreed, your voice carrying a hint of casual nonchalance. "I've heard good things about the food, too." He nodded and glanced around again as a waiter handed you both menus. "Yeah, that's what I heard as well." Quinn tried to match your nonchalant tone, but it came out sounding strained. He wanted to impress you, to show you that he belonged in this environment, but the pressure was getting to him. He nervously thumbed the edge of the menu, trying to think of something interesting to say. You noticed his fidgeting and gave him a reassuring smile. "You don't have to impress me, you know. Just be yourself." Your words were meant to ease his nerves but only made him more aware of his own awkwardness. He took another sip of water, trying to find the confidence to open up. "I'm trying, honest," Quinn mumbled, feeling a bit like a lost puppy. "It's just… this isn't exactly my usual scene." He looked around the restaurant, taking in the other patrons who seemed so comfortable in this upscale setting. You chuckled softly, your tone sympathetic yet amused. "Oh, really? A handsome hockey player like you doesn't dine at places like this?" You gave him a cheeky wink, teasing him a little.

Quinn couldn't help but laugh at your teasing, feeling a bit more at ease. "Usually I'm more of a burger and fries kind of guy." He ran a hand through his hair, a small smile tugging at his lips. "This is definitely a bit out of my league." You shook your head, still smiling. "You give yourself too little credit. You're doing just fine." You leaned forward, propping your chin on your hand, eyes studying him with a hint of curiosity. "What about you should I need to know up front?" He shrugged his shoulders with another sip of his drink. "Well…" Quinn drew out the word, searching his mind for something more to say. He wanted to come up with something witty or impressive, but all he could think about was how effortlessly captivating you were compared to him. "I don't really have any interesting hobbies. I spend most of my time working out or practicing. Hockey leaves little time for anything else." You hummed, leaning forward slightly. "So your life revolves around hockey then, I take it." It was a statement, not a question, but there was no judgment in your tone. You were simply observing him, absorbing his every word and movement. Quinn nodded, a bit sheepishly. "Yeah. It's not the most exciting lifestyle, I know. But it's what I love." He fidgeted with the silverware, feeling the need to justify himself. "It's what got me where I am today, and I owe it all to the sport." You let out a soft chuckle as you shook your head. "You don't need to justify anything to me," you responded gently. "If it's what you love and it's what brings you success and fulfillment, then that's all that really matters." You took a sip of wine, your gaze still on him, gauging his reaction to your words.

Quinn gradually became more relaxed and comfortable in your presence, the earlier nerves fading away as you chatted amiably about a multitude of topics. He found himself genuinely enjoying your company and conversation, forgetting about his initial anxieties. You, in turn, were pleasantly surprised by his wit and intelligence, finding that there was more to him than met the eye. As the meal progressed, you both lost track of time, too engrossed in talking to each other. Hours passed like minutes, and the restaurant's staff didn't rush you to leave, allowing you to sit and chat as long as you wanted. Throughout the date, you noticed how Quinn's nervousness slowly faded away, replaced by a charm that you found endearing. He was smart, witty, and unexpectedly funny, making you laugh more than once with his unexpected jokes. He in turn found himself becoming more captivated by you, the way you could discuss any topic with confidence and intelligence. It was a refreshing change from his usual interactions with women who only cared about his hockey career. At one point, a waiter came over to refill your glasses with wine, the restaurant quieter than before. As the waiter left, you lifted your glass and swirled the liquid inside, watching the red liquid spin. "You know, I haven't had this much fun at dinner in a long time," you remarked, a contented smile tugging at your lips. "You're a pretty great conversationalist when you're not all nervous."

Quinn chuckled, his cheeks flushed but not from nerves this time. "Thanks. I think." He took a sip of his own wine, the alcohol starting to loosen his tongue. "You're not so bad yourself. I mean, you're actually easy to talk to. I feel like I can say anything around you." He leaned back slightly, his gaze roaming over your face, a mix of admiration and intrigue in his eyes. Your lips curled into a soft, amused smile at his words, clearly enjoying his admiration. "I'm glad you feel that way," you replied, a hint of satisfaction in your voice. "I've met my fair share of people who tend to put on an act around me, like they're too awestruck to actually be themselves. It's nice to find someone who can be casual around me." Quinn nodded, feeling a sense of connection to your words. "I don't get starstruck easily," he admitted. "But I have to confess, when I first found out who you were, I was a bit… intimidated, I guess." He rubbed the back of his neck, an embarrassed chuckle escaping his lips. "I mean, you're quite popular and all that. I figured you'd want nothing to do with a plain hockey player." You raised a brow, slightly amused by his assessment of himself as "plain." "You're hardly a regular hockey player, you know," you replied, a hint of playfulness in your tone. "You're a star player for the Canucks as well as captain. That's hardly 'plain'." You held up your wine glass, gesturing towards him with it before taking a sip. "Besides, I happen to be of the opinion that hockey players are an attractive bunch."

Quinn felt the heat creep back into his cheeks at your compliment, his ego inflating a bit. "Oh really? You find hockey players attractive, huh?" He quirked a brow, a hint of a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. You shrugged, a sly smile playing at your lips. "What can I say? There's just something about a tough, athletic guy in a hockey uniform that's hard to resist." You let your gaze sweep over him for a moment, taking in his physique with an appreciation that was almost palpable. Quinn couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence at your obvious admiration. He sat up a bit straighter in his seat, his ego preening like a peacock. "So you're saying I have a shot, then?" he teased, his tone becoming more flirtatious. You let out a soft, amused chuckle, clearly enjoying him being playful. "Maybe." You held his gaze, your eyes sparkling with playful mischief. "Though I'm not an easy catch, you know. You'll have to work for it." Quinn's ego roared to life at your words, his competitive instincts flaring up. He leaned forward, a determined glint in his eyes. "Oh, I'm not one to back down from a challenge." He smirked, his voice filled with a surprising confidence. "You can bet your pretty little ass that I'll work for every bit of your attention." Your eyebrow raised at his sudden change in demeanor, surprised by the change but also intrigued. "Whoa, suddenly you're getting all cocky on me, aren't you?" There was a hint of challenge in your tone, clearly relishing this playful banter. "Careful, now. Cockiness can be a turn-off, you know."

Quinn shrugged, his smirk unwavering. "Oh, but I'm not being cocky, sweet cheeks," he replied, his tone dripping with confidence. "Just confident. There's a difference." He leaned forward a bit more, his eyes locked on yours as he spoke a play on words about your job. "Besides, I have a feeling that you're the kind of woman who likes a bit of cocky." As the night drew to a close, you and Quinn left the restaurant, the cold night air a stark contrast to the warm ambiance inside. He walked you to your door, both of you chatting casually as you approached your building. The conversation was light and playful, a sign of how comfortable Quinn had become around you. He stopped at the bottom of your front steps, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I had a really great time tonight," he said, his tone warm and sincere. You smiled, feeling a genuine satisfaction with the evening as well. "Me too," you replied, leaning against the railing of the steps. "You're not as awkward as I first thought you'd be." There was a light teasing note in your voice, but it was said fondly.

Quinn chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, you just bring out the best in me, I guess." His eyes locked with yours, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. "Truthfully, I was scared shitless to take you out. I thought for sure I was going to screw things up and look like an idiot." You shook your head, a soft laugh escaping your lips. "You did splendidly," you assured him. "No screw-ups, no awkward silences. You were actually… kind of amazing." You gave him a playful wink, a hint of flirtation in your tone. Quinn felt his cheeks grow warm at your words, a mix of pride and affection fluttering in his chest. "Amazing, huh?" he echoed, a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I could definitely get used to hearing that from you." You giggled, a sound that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Don't let it go to your head," you teased, waving a finger at him in mock warning. "I don't want you getting all cocky on me." Quinn shook his head, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I can handle a bit of ego stroking." He shifted closer, his voice dropping to a quieter tone. "But only from you."

You chuckled again, the sound like soft music in the quiet night. "Keep being sweet like that, and I might just let you boost your ego a bit more." Your tone was playful and teasing, but there was a genuine satisfaction in your eyes. Quinn couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. "Is that so? Well, consider me motivated, then." He leaned in a bit closer, his gaze locked with yours, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "Can I see you again?" You seemed a bit surprised by his straightforward request, but pleasantly so. A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips, and you nodded slowly. "Yes, I think I'd like that." There was a moment of silence, a comfortable one, as the two of you stood there, eyes locked. It was as if both of you were slightly hesitant to say goodnight. Eventually, Quinn cleared his throat lightly, breaking the silence. "I should let you go inside," he said, though there was reluctance in his voice. "It's getting pretty late." He took a step back, his eyes still lingering on you. "Good night, sweetheart." As Quinn prepared to bid you goodnight, some kind of internal battle was going on in your mind. There was a moment of hesitation before you spoke. "Are you in a rush to leave?" your question held a hint of hope in it.

Quinn paused, a note of pleasant surprise in his expression. "No, I'm not in a rush," he replied, his tone curious. He quirked a brow, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Why? Did you have something else in mind?" You hesitated for another moment before shrugging nonchalantly trying to sound casual. "I suppose I could offer you a nightcap, if you're interested?" you offered, tilting your head and giving him a small smile. A thrill shot through Quinn at your offer. He tried to hide his excitement but couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. "A nightcap sounds perfect," he responded, his voice full of an eagerness that he hoped wasn't too obvious. "It'd be a shame to say goodnight so soon." You nodded, gesturing towards the door with your head. "Then come on in," you said, a hint of a sly smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I have a decent collection of alcohol, and I guarantee I can mix a mean cocktail." His heart skipped a beat at your casual invitation, and he chuckled softly. "I have no doubt about that." His gaze lingered on your face for a moment longer before he followed you up the steps towards the door, a nervous but excited flutter in his stomach. You led him inside, the soft click of the door closing behind them sounded like a promise of intimacy. Quinn took a moment to take in the surroundings of your home, his eyes roaming over the cozy yet elegant decor. He was slightly distracted, too busy drinking in the sight of you to really care about the finer details of your apartment.

"Make yourself comfortable," you said, heading towards the kitchen. "I'll fix us something to drink." You didn't wait for a response, leaving him to his own devices. Quinn took a seat on the couch, the soft, luxurious fabric of the cushion enveloping him. He leaned back, looking around the room. Your apartment was a reflection of your personality - stylish, comfortable, and subtly elegant. It wasn't ostentatious or flashy but had a refined subtlety to it, something he wasn't expecting from a down-to-earth OnlyFans model. As you busied yourself with fixing the drinks, your mind was racing with excitement and anticipation. The date had gone even better than you'd hoped, and the chemistry between you and Quinn was nothing short of electric. You could feel yourself getting more and more attracted to his boyish charm and confident demeanor with every passing minute. You returned a couple of minutes later, glass in hand. You settled on the couch next to him, your body positioned close enough that your thighs were almost touching, but not quite. Quinn's heartrate picked up at your proximity, the scent of your perfume swirling around him. "Thanks," he said, taking the glass from you. He leaned back against the couch, his eyes drifting over your form. "I have to admit, I expected your place to look different."

You raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of your drink. "Different how?" you asked, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. You leaned back, mirroring his position, your bodies almost but not quite touching. He paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I don't know, I guess I thought it would be… flashier, maybe, given your profession." He shrugged, taking a quick drink from his glass. "Don't get me wrong, it's a great place. It just looks… normal." A small chuckle escaped your lips. "Normal? And what, pray tell, do you think my place should look like?" You couldn't help but tease him a bit, finding his assumption faintly amusing. You watched him over the rim of your glass, your gaze lingering on his features. "You were expecting my apartment to be all pink and covered in fuzzy handcuffs?" You asked with a playful lilt in your tone. He nearly choked on his drink, laughing incredulously. "Yeah, something like that." He set his glass down on the coffee table, amused and flustered by his own assumptions. "I guess I was expecting something more Hollywood and less… domestic. No offense intended, of course. Maybe a little. But mostly I just figured you'd have a lot more… equipment lying around, you know?" He gestured vaguely with his free hand, as if conjuring up images of various sex toys and props. "For the content creation, I mean."

You chuckled, watching the various expressions flit across his face. "Oh, and how would you know so much about 'the content creation process?'" You asked, leaning forward slightly, your tone playful and curious. "I didn't take you for a regular at OnlyFans or the like." Quinn's cheeks flushed a deep red, and he looked away, fidgeting with his glass. "Well, uh, I may have done some… research," he admitted sheepishly, still avoiding eye contact. "For, um, general knowledge purposes only, of course." He glanced back at you, a hint of defiance in his eyes. "Hey, a guy's gotta stay informed, right?" He chuckled awkwardly, a hint of embarrassment flushing his cheeks. "To be completely honest, my teammates clued me in. They were the ones who recognized you first." He shifted back against the couch, rubbing the back of his neck. "They're big fans, by the way." Your smirk widened at his admission, your eyes glistening with playful triumph. "Ah yes, 'research'. A noble endeavor, especially when encouraged by your teammates." You leaned a bit closer, your voice dropping to a lower tone, almost a whisper. "So tell me, what all did you learn from this, ahem, 'research?' Did you happen to stumble across any of my videos?"

Quinn felt like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting. He took a gulp of his drink, trying to calm the heat creeping up his neck. "A few, uh, short clips here and there." he mumbled, avoiding your gaze yet again. "Just out of curiosity, I swear. I just wanted to… get an idea of your work, you know?" You hummed, a knowing glint in your eyes. "Of course, purely educational purposes, right?" You paused, taking a sip of your drink before continuing. "And what did you think? Did you… learn anything?" Your tone was playful yet filled with a subtle tease. Quinn's cheeks felt like they were on fire, but he managed to maintain his composure. He let out a soft chuckle. "Well, I learned that you're way better at this than I would be, for starters." He finally met your gaze, his own eyes sparkling with a mix of embarrassment and admiration. "You, um, know how to move… in all the right ways." Your smile widened at his compliment, your gaze growing more mischievous by the second. "Is that so?" You shifted a little closer to him, your knee brushing against his leg. "Well, I do have to admit, I'm quite skilled in certain areas." You leaned in a bit closer, your voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. "Would you like to see just how skilled I am in… knowing how to move the right way?"

Quinn's heart pounded in his chest, the heat in his cheeks growing stronger. He swallowed hard, his mind and body buzzing with a heady mix of excitement and nervousness. But he held your gaze, a hint of determination in his eyes. "Is that an invitation?" he asked, his voice a little hoarser than usual. You chuckled softly, loving the way his gaze was fixed on you. You leaned even closer, your face just inches from his. "Oh, it's more than an invitation," you murmured, your tone a velvety promise. You reached out, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the touch sending a shiver down both of your spines. "It's an offer, a chance to experience just how… skillful I can be." Quinn's breath hitched at your touch, his throat suddenly dry. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, the scent of your perfume playing with his senses. He held your gaze, the tension crackling between them. Finally, he nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I'm… interested." Quinn tensed as your fingers grazed his skin, sending sparks of electricity coursing through him. He felt himself leaning into your touch, drawn to you like a magnet. "I think I'd like that very much," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "Show me what you've got."

Your lips curved into a satisfied smile as he submitted to your touch, your fingers tracing the contour of his jaw and down to his neck. The way he leaned into your touch told you more than any words how much he wanted this, how he craved your touch. You felt your own excitement building, the anticipation of showing him a hint of what you were capable of sending a surge of adrenaline through you. "I thought you might say that," you murmured, your eyes fixed on his "Ready for a little… demonstration?" Quinn's pulse raced as he nodded eagerly, his body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please," he breathed out, his voice tinged with desire. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of your fingers on his skin, the warmth spreading through him. When he opened them again, they locked onto yours, filled with a hunger and need that left no room for doubt about what he wanted. "Show me," he whispered, his hands reaching out to rest on your thighs, feeling the softness beneath the fabric of your dress. "I want to learn everything you can show me."

Your breath caught at the touch of his hands on your thighs, the simple contact igniting a fire within you. You slid your fingers deeper into his hair, pulling him closer until your lips brushed against each other in a fleeting, electrifying kiss. Breaking apart, you gazed into his eyes, seeing the raw desire reflected back at you. "Patience, love," you purred, your voice low and husky. "We have all night, and I intend to make every moment count." With a gentle tug, you guided him to stand, then turned and led him towards the bedroom, your hips swaying enticingly with each step. Once inside, you closed the door behind you and turned to face him, a sultry smile playing on your lips. "Now, where were we?" Quinn's entire being seemed to vibrate with anticipation as he followed you into the bedroom, his eyes glued to your every movement. He stood frozen for a moment, drinking in the sight of you, before his gaze dropped to your lips, remembering the kiss you'd just bestowed upon him. He licked his own dry lips, a soft moan escaping him as he stepped closer, his hands coming up to rest on your waist. "Right here," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "Let's pick up where we left off." Quinn's fingers dug gently into your hips as he pulled you flush against him, his hardness pressing insistently against your belly. The heat emanating from his body was palpable, and he let out a shaky sigh, his forehead resting against yours.

A soft gasp escaped you as he pressed against you, his arousal evident and thrilling. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head back to meet his hungry gaze. "Mmm, I think we can do better than that," you murmured, trailing your lips along the column of his throat, nipping and sucking gently. Your hands roamed over his back, fingers digging into the firm muscles as you ground your hips against his, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you both. "Let's take this to the bed," you suggested, already turning towards the mattress, pulling him along with you. You fell back onto the soft sheets, Quinn following suit, his body covering yours as he claimed your mouth in a kiss. Quinn's kiss was urgent, desperate, as if he was trying to convey all the pent-up longing and desire he'd been holding back. His tongue delved into your mouth, tangling with yours in a sensual dance that left you breathless. One of his hands slid down to cup your breast, thumbing over the hardened nipple through the thin fabric of your dress. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core, and you arched into his touch, craving more. Breaking the kiss, Quinn trailed his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking marks into your skin as he made his way to your breasts. He pushed the fabric of your dress aside, exposing your bare flesh to his eager gaze. "God, you're beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin as he lowered his head to take your nipple into his mouth, suckling greedily.

A sharp intake of breath escaped you as his mouth closed around your sensitive peak, the sensation of his warm, wet tongue and teeth sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to you as he lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between the two as if trying to wring every last drop of pleasure from you. You rocked your hips against his, seeking friction, needing more of his touch. "Quinn," you moaned, your voice thick with desire. "Please…" You weren't sure what you were begging for, but your body knew, craved the pressure and heat of his cock against your aching center. With a sudden burst of strength, you flipped him onto his back, straddling his hips as you began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the chiseled expanse of his chest. Quinn's chest heaved with ragged breaths as you pinned him beneath you, his eyes dark with lust. He watched, transfixed, as you worked open his shirt buttons, revealing the smooth, toned skin beneath. His hands came up to rest on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he lifted his torso to press his mouth to yours in another kiss. He reached down to his jeans, quickly freeing his straining erection, the thick length springing up to slap against his abdomen. Quinn's gaze was riveted to yours, his pupils blown wide with desire. "Now, are you gonna put that sexy ass to work or just keep teasing me?" he growled, his voice rough with need.

A wicked grin spread across your face at his words, and you leaned down to nip playfully at his earlobe. "Teasing is half the fun, isn't it?" you purred, your hand wrapping around his throbbing shaft, stroking it slowly from base to tip. You released him long enough to shimmy out of your dress, letting it pool around your feet as you crawled back up his body, naked and ready. Positioning yourself above him once more, you aligned his cock with your entrance, the head nudging against your slick folds. You looked into his eyes, your own burning with desire, and slowly sank down onto him, engulfing his length inch by delicious inch. "Fuck, you feel amazing," Quinn groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you began to ride him, setting a slow, sensual pace. Quinn's back arched off the bed as you sheathed him fully inside you, a guttural moan tearing from his throat at the incredible sensation of your tight heat enveloping him. His hands slid up your sides to palm your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples as he watched you move above him, mesmerized by the erotic sight of your body undulating with each thrust. "God, you're so fucking perfect," he rasped, his hips bucking upward to meet your downward strokes. The room filled with the sounds of your mingled moans and the slapping of skin as you rode him harder, faster, chasing the impending climax. Quinn's fingers dug into your hips, urging you on, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come on, baby, give it to me. Let me feel you come undone on my cock."

Your pace increased, driven by the primal urge to satisfy your shared desire. Each downward plunge of your hips brought you closer to the edge, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around Quinn's thick shaft. The sensations were overwhelming, the pleasure building to a crescendo within you. "Quinn!" you cried out, your voice high and breathless as you teetered on the brink. With one final, powerful thrust, you tumbled over, your orgasm crashing through you in waves of intense ecstasy. Your inner muscles spasmed, milking Quinn's cock as he continued to pump into you, prolonging your bliss. As the aftershocks subsided, you collapsed onto his chest, your body still quivering with the force of your release. Quinn's grip on your hips tightened as he felt your walls convulse around him, the sensation pushing him over the edge. With a hoarse shout, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, his hot seed spurting deep inside you as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his veins. He held you close, his heart thundering in his chest as he savored the aftermath of their passionate encounter. After a moment, he gently rolled you onto your side, spooning you from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed soft kisses to your shoulder. "I never imagined our first time together could be so amazing." He nuzzled your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "But now I know exactly what I've been missing."

You smiled contentedly, snuggling back against Quinn's warm embrace. "I'm glad I could show you," you murmured, your voice still husky from passion. "And trust me, this is just the beginning." You turned in his arms, pressing your lips to his in a tender, lingering kiss. "I have a feeling we're going to have a lot of fun exploring my line of work." You hummed softly in contentment at his words, savoring the feeling of his body against yours and the warmth of his breath against your skin. You shifted slightly, sinking deeper into his embrace, the feeling of peace washing over you. "I never imagined it could be this good either," you said softly, your voice a little hoarse from all the soft sounds you made earlier. "You're full of surprises, you know that?" He chuckled softly, his chest rumbling against your back. "I could say the same about you," he replied, his voice still a bit hoarse from earlier. "You really know how to… push all the right buttons." He gave you a suggestive smirk, his hands roaming over your body in a tender, appreciative way. "And I'm looking forward to finding out how many more surprises you have in store for me."

You grinned slyly, your body instinctively arching into his touch in response. "Oh, sweetheart, you haven't seen anything yet," you responded softly. You gently ran your fingers down his side, savoring the feeling of his skin against yours. "We've barely scratched the surface of what I'm capable of."

[baldval]

VALENTINE'S DAY W HAZBIN!₊˚⊹♡

characters: vox, charlie, valentino, lucifer, adam, lute, alastor

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, slightly suggestive content if you're reading adam.

VOX:

𖹭 the place is absolutely decorated when you get up in the morning.

𖹭 i'm talking heart balloons, flowers, and rose petals all across the floor.

𖹭 when you come into the living room, he's still in his jammies and sitting on the couch.

𖹭 you loved when he looked like that, so carefree, a contrast from his usual self.

𖹭 "Vox, what's all this?" you ask smiling

𖹭 "it's all for you, obviously."

𖹭 he stands up and walks towards you, he lifts you up and spins you around.

𖹭 you place your hands on his chest as he gently lowers you back to the floor.

𖹭 "you deserve the entire world," he whispers.

𖹭 he plants a kiss on your lips and you instantly blush.

𖹭 with a foolish smile, he wishes you a happy Valentine's Day.

𖹭 you give him lots of kisses, leaving marks all across the screen.

𖹭 you say, "I have something for you."

𖹭 "you do?"

𖹭 "duh" you chuckle

𖹭 you were aware that Vox had his eye on this watch.

𖹭 it had this gorgeous crimsom strap that matched his tie. 𖹭 when he notices it, all he does is look at you. 𖹭 love obscuring his vision 𖹭 he's amazed that you're his. 𖹭 and he feels quite fortunate. 𖹭 he carefully places the watch on the counter. 𖹭 then gives you a kiss so intense you almost feel like you're actually in heaven.

CHARLIE:

𖹭 when you walk in to your room, there are roses on your desk.

𖹭 with an enormous chocolate box of course

𖹭 and a, quite long, love letter

𖹭 the fact that she can't wait to just see you and be able to actually hold you

𖹭 you're grinning broadly to yourself.

𖹭 and you joyfully shove chocolate after chocolate into your lips.

𖹭 she doesn't meet you in the lobby, like you thought she would.

𖹭 she appears at your room.

𖹭 "hi, babe," she exclaims, excited.

𖹭 she approaches and greets you with a kiss.

𖹭 "thank you so much for everything. you say to her, "I have something for you too, you know."

𖹭 she is unable to remove her lips from yours.

𖹭 you take something out of a desk drawer as you pull her into your lap. 𖹭 you pry it open, and she lets out a half-gasp.

𖹭 you were able to get her a unique, gorgeous necklace. 𖹭 at the center is a quite shiny heart. 𖹭 you help her put it on, and the chain fits neatly around her clavicle. 𖹭 she has what is probably the biggest smile you've ever seen. 𖹭 from now on you notice, she never, ever removes the necklace.

VALENTINO:

𖹭 extravagant king.

𖹭 his name is literally Valentine so of course he'll take the day off for you.

𖹭 you and him are hand in hand on a pier.

𖹭 he's obviously wearing his best clothes, and of course you are too.

𖹭 before you know it, it's just the two of you on a small yacht.

𖹭 and the necessary employees, but they're not the main focus.

𖹭 he lavishes you with presents

𖹭 chocolate, that perfect piece of jewelry, and a tiny plush animal that he says reminded you of him

𖹭 you share a meal on the balcony while chatting and having fun.

𖹭 all while playing footsie beneath the table.

𖹭 he seems to be focusing solely on you when you talk to him.

𖹭 because he really is, staring at you with adoration.

𖹭 with your backs against each other, you sit in the living room.

𖹭 your head resting on his shoulder while his fingers comb through your hair

𖹭 he breathes steadily and deeply.

𖹭 "i wouldn't really mind if this was all we did for the rest of our lives," he says

𖹭 you plant a kiss on his shoulder while gazing out to sea.

𖹭 "that wouldn't bother me either,"

𖹭 in some way, he draws you even nearer to him.

𖹭 he kisses your face all over

𖹭 "well that's great. since you're everything to me."

LUCIFER:

𖹭 truly a hopeless romantic

𖹭 his pissing in his underwear while waiting for you.

𖹭 you open the door and say hello to him.

𖹭 the ceiling and walls are illuminated by candlelight, creating a dim atmosphere.

𖹭 there are rose petals all over the path that leads to the living room.

𖹭 you walk slowly towards him.

𖹭 he's kinda just standing there.

𖹭 and it's pretty obvious he's nervous.

𖹭 he grabs hold of your hands and draws you in.

𖹭 "hey," he says, his voice cracking right away.

𖹭 "i missed you," you say

𖹭 he murmurs back, "yeah, I missed you too, so much."

𖹭 for a small instant, he remains silent.

𖹭 but he goes on after that.

"i love you so much, and i know we've talked about how we both want to get married. and, i'll be honest, i can't imagine my life without you, and i'm just so... so in love with you, and I'm sorry, I'm rambling, it's just-" he stops suddenly, taking a deep breath.

𖹭 as he drops to one knee, his hands follow your hips and sides. 𖹭 he takes out a tiny velvet box from inside his coat. 𖹭 you have mentioned getting married before. 𖹭 and you are well aware that he is pretty much your soulmate. 𖹭 and it's Valentine's Day, so of course, he's popping the question. 𖹭 and you naturally answer: "yes". 𖹭 he stands up rapidly, your lips colliding with his. 𖹭 he tightens his grasp around the small of your back. 𖹭 he will always hold onto you.

ADAM:

𖹭 the sun began to set on valentine's day.

𖹭 adam, as charming as they come, is dressed to impress.

𖹭 he strutted alongside you as you walked towards a bench.

𖹭 the bench had this incredible view of the sea.

𖹭 adam sat down right beside you, your thighs touching.

𖹭 the times where adam was in silence were not many, yet always impactful.

𖹭 you stared at the sun as he stared at you.

𖹭 his eyes were fixated on your face, analysing your features.

𖹭 "why are you looking at me like that?" you're blushing.

𖹭 "i got something for you." he avoids your gaze now.

𖹭 clearly, adam is not used to vulnerability.

𖹭 and there was something about him being with you that just made him feel seen.

𖹭 he takes out a small box.

𖹭 "it's nothing really" he says as you open it.

𖹭 inside there's a mixtape.

𖹭 you read the names of the songs, not recognising any.

𖹭 "are these yours?" he nods.

𖹭 "the last one is named after you, actually"

𖹭 you look at him, eyes wide open, surprised at his gesture.

𖹭 with a sly smile and a playful roll of your eyes, you leaned in to steal a kiss, your heart fluttering with excitement.

𖹭 "who knew the first guy to ever exist would be such a romantic?" you teased, unable to hide the fondness in your voice.

𖹭 "you should play the mixtape as we fuc-"

𖹭 "of course you had to ruin it" you chuckle as he smirks.

𖹭 he wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lay your head on his chest.

LUTE:

𖹭 she gives you several quick kisses to wake you up.

𖹭 "hey, sleepyhead. i need you up.

𖹭 you blink away the sleepiness, as she continues to plant lips on your cheeks and jaw.

𖹭 "come on, babe, we have a reservation," she whines.

𖹭 "a reservation, huh?"

𖹭 "yes, please get up right now."

𖹭 she puts on a sharp dress shirt and matching dress pants.

𖹭 she gives you a bouquet of your favorite flower as you meet her at the door.

𖹭 she takes one of the flowers, clips it, and tucks it behind your ear.

𖹭 you then walk to a close cafe, arm in arm.

𖹭 it isn't really that fancy but it is beautiful.

𖹭 the place is filled with tulips and it smells like what you figured spring would smell like.

𖹭 in a quiet space, a table is already prepared for the two of you.

𖹭 you two laugh while eating breakfast.

𖹭 you two could chat for hours on end and never get bored.

ALASTOR:

𖹭 he's just getting started with all of this relationship stuff.

𖹭 he had no one to share valentine's with before to this year.

𖹭 thus, he is anxious and perplexed.

𖹭 but of course he will do everything in his power to hide it, keeping his smile to appear calm.

𖹭 after work, he brings a bouquet home with him.

𖹭 they are your favourite colour and flower.

𖹭 because of course he knows every single thing that you love.

𖹭 and he brings cake instead of chocolate.

𖹭 "aw, Alastor." you blush

𖹭 "well, i didn't find any chocolate boxes shaped like hearts, but i did find a cake shaped like a heart."

𖹭 you chuckle

𖹭 but it doesn't truly bother you

𖹭 quietly, he says, "i made sure to get your favorite flavor, and i swear there's no human parts in this"

𖹭 "it may not be much, but it is what I could find,"

𖹭 you interrupted him with a kiss.

𖹭 "Alastor" you say his name and his eyes flutter.

𖹭 "i don't think you could ever guess how happy you make me"

𖹭 he feels like his heart is trying to burst out of his chest. 𖹭 he draws you into a close embrace. 𖹭 you spend the evening eating cake and snuggling on the couch.