Aries Moon: Slow down.
what or who are you running from? Whatever it is will find a way to catch up to you, face it now and save yourself the trouble.
Taurus Moon: Stop letting your past define your present.
You say that you don’t want yourself to be the person who wronged you, but yet you become more and more like them everyday. Find a way to come to terms with the past, and move on with your future.
Gemini Moon: Let go.
Let go of whatever is holding you back or down, you may think you need it or them, but you don’t. Stop holding back and biting your tongue, release these pent-up emotions before they control you completely
Cancer Moon: Assess yourself.
You spent an awful amount of time making others assess themselves but have you ever asked yourself ‘Do you like who you’ve become?’ Take that statement whichever way you like, but I hope you learn something positive from it.
Leo Moon: Stop pretending.
Stop pretending that you’re fine, stop bottling everything up, and stop lying to yourself. You keep letting your ego get in the way of feeling at peace.
Virgo Moon: Stop faking it.
Maybe you don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, or maybe you don’t want to hurt yourself. But this layer of superficiality has found its way to the surface, and so far it’s not looking pretty. Stop pulling the band aid off gently because nobody is buying this bs.
Libra Moon: Take a deep breath.
Whatever it is, you did it. It’s over with and you succeeded. Take some time to admire and reflect on your work, but stop worrying so much and move onto a new project.
Scorpio Moon: Leave.
Leave whatever it is that’s weighing you down, behind. Lord knows it’s beyond the point of repair and if you stay you’re only going to wear yourself down.
Sagittarius Moon: Fix it.
Stop dwelling and start taking action. Whatever mess this is, and whether or not you made, just fix it. You’ll feel better, and even if you can’t completely glue the pieces back together at least you can say you tried.
Capricorn Moon: Enough with the selfishness.
Have you forgotten where you came from and who your friends are? Because it sure looks like it. Keep acting like this and you’ll end up with nothing.
Aquarius Moon: Your feelings are valid, but so are others.
You keep tricking yourself into blocking out your own emotions, therefore you’re neglecting others as well. It’s not healthy for yourself, and for those you care about. They’re beginning to lose hope in you, show them you’re there and that you care. Actions will always speak louder than words.
Pisces Moon: Forgive yourself.
Whatever you did, it can’t be nearly as bad as you’re making it out to be. Allow these emotions in, so they can be freed. Once they’ve been let out, you’ll find the peace you need to move forward.
She walks into English fifteen minutes late, wearing both a deeply unflattering smock and a scowl. Neither are an especially new look on her.
“Vector,” she says under her breath, as an answer to Mary McDonald’s unspoken question. It’s the answer to every question in the room. Ms Vector is notorious among them all for her very strict adherence to the school’s dress code.
“Yes, Miss Evans’ entrance was very exciting, but I’ll have your attention back to the lesson now, please,” says Ms McGonagall. James snaps back to attention. It’s for the best.
“Here,” James says, shrugging off his jacket and thrusting it toward Lily. She gives him this look like, fuck off, and James has to bite his tongue to stop from aggravating her. “They’re doing uniform checks up the hall. Just put it on.”
Evans gives him a very strange look, and it takes him a second to realise that it’s neutral.
She looks good in his jacket.
Every third dress code violation results in a lunch time detention. It’s only October, and Lily’s already had six. She doesn’t look at James as she takes the seat three ahead and one to the left of him.
There’s a thump from somewhere in the back of the classroom, and McGonagall isn’t planning on looking up - it sounds like it came from the general vicinity of Potter and Black, and that’s certainly not a situation she wants to engage with - but the entire class is already turned around to see what the fuss is.
She strides down the aisle between the desks, and is about three years past surprised to find James Potter lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling, glasses knocked aside.
“Am I boring you so much that you decided to take a nap?” she asks, and James gives this wicked smile, and here we go–
“Sorry, Miss, I can’t get up. It’s Evans’ shoulders - they’re overwhelming me. I simply can’t do anything until she covers them up. Sirius, tell me when it’s safe.”
He’s a funny boy, she’ll give him that. “Potter, get up. This is hardly the time for foolishness.”
Summary: This is pure, multi-orgasmic porn with Dean. Enjoy.
Warning: smut, overstimulation (sort of)
Word Count: 1600ish
A/N: Just felt like writing some Dean porn. No plot here, lol. XOXO
Dean’s moving at just the right pace.
It’s the ‘you aren’t quite at the orgasm yet, but this will get you there soon’ pace. The slow and steady pace that’s more about going deep and hitting all the right spots that being hard or wild. The pace that makes you shake and sweat like your body is totally under Dean’s control now.
Requests~! Oh man I gotta think of something...how about Superman squishing Batman's cheeks and Bats sticks his tongue out in a "fuck you--stop that" gesture in retalliation, unknowing that he just BLEP'd and sent Supes' heart spring into space from a cuteness overload?
(Request by anon: could you do a reid smut where they’re at a party and the reader is down about something and her friend jokes that she deserves a guy who’ll put her needs;) first and so reid gets all dominant and stuff?)
(This isn’t my first smut - I write smut over on Wattpad - however, it is my first Spencer smut so please go easy on me, aha xD)
Warnings ~ smut
“(Y/N), hun, are you ready?” You heard Garcia knock on your bedroom door.
Rossi was throwing another one of his parties which just so happened to coincide with your breakup. JJ and Garcia had flocked over to your house so you could all get ready together. You knew what they were all doing and you found it sweet that the team were trying to cheer you up.
You sighed. “Yep. Coming.” You grabbed your purse and followed Garcia outside where JJ’s car was waiting.
You had eventually sneaked over to a secluded part of Rossi’s garden to be alone. You sat on a chair, drink in hand and deep in thought.
“Are you okay?”
The voice came from behind you and you jumped before realising it was your friend, Spencer.
“I’m still kind of reeling from the whole breakup. Part of me is upset, part of me is glad. Should I be glad?” You looked over at Spencer who sat on the chair opposite you.
He nodded. “You should. The guy was an asshole, (Y/N). He didn’t deserve you.”
You smiled at your friend. “You’re too sweet to me, Spence.”
Your phone beeped in your purse and you quickly pulled it out. Your best friend (Y/F/N) had been texting you all night making sure you were okay. This text was different though.
“Oh, my God. She’s lost it.” You let out a laugh as you read the text.
“Oh, nothing. (Y/F/N) just says ‘You deserve a guy who would willingly wrap your legs around his neck’. She’s nuts.” You snorted, taking another sip of your drink. You glanced at Spencer who was licking his lips, his gaze at the floor.
“Come on.” He finally said after a few moments of silence, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into the house.
While everyone was busy chatting and drinking, Spencer continued to pull you upstairs into one of Rossi’s bathrooms. Unsure of what was happening, you opened your mouth to speak before you were pushed against the bathroom door.
Spencer’s lips descended on yours, his hand reaching over to lock the door as his other one gripped your waist. His tongue traced the bottom of your lip as his hand fondled your ass. Your slight whimper at his touch granted him access, his tongue skillfully roaming your mouth as your hands reached up to tug at his hair.
Spencer’s hands trailed down from your waist to the backs of your thighs and you jumped, legs wrapping around his waist. He turned and placed you on the tank of the toilet, his cold fingers making you shiver as he inched your panties down from under your skirt. Throwing them to the side, Spencer sat himself on the lid of the toilet seat.
Parting your legs and positioning them over his shoulders, his tongue delicately licked your clit. You hissed at the contact, your hand instinctively reaching for his hair. Spencer smirked against your sex before beginning to suck at your clit.
Your head rolled back, eyes closing. “Spence, stop teasing - Oh!”
You let out a moan as his tongue dipped inside your folds. His tongue continued to be relentless by thrusting in and out of you, rapidly wiggling up and down your sex, focusing on your clit for a long while. He didn’t bother to use his fingers - he wanted to make you come with just his tongue.
Spencer groaned as you started thrusting to meet his tongue, your moans spurring him on. He responded by capturing your clit between his lips and sucking hard, his tongue drawing small patterns against it.
“Spence, I’m going to- oh, God.” You clamped a hand over your mouth, afraid the team would hear your moans and think something was wrong. Your hand gripped his hair tighter as you felt your climax descending over you.
Spencer’s hands gripped your thighs tighter to prevent you from falling as you rode out your orgasm. As you sat there panting trying to catch your breath, his fingers traced small circles on your thighs.
Very gently, he placed a kiss on each thigh before standing up and cupping your face. You tasted your own arousal on his lips as he kissed you sweetly, his demeanour changing from dominant back to his usual timid, sweet self.
You pulled away, still trying to catch your breath. “Where did that come from?” You smiled at your friend.
He gave you his usual lopsided grin. “You deserve someone who would willingly wrap your legs around his head.” he recited. “And I’m more than willing to do that.”
I’m going to hell for y'all. Keep the requests coming! I’m splitting my time between finishing my requests on wattpad and my requests on here but for once, I’m actually ahead of schedule aha. 💕
summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon
Jungkook is no longer tender, his lips ravish your body in such a way that it has you believing that the powerful kiss you had shared earlier that evening was nothing but a mere brush of flesh upon flesh. Hands don’t hold you like priceless porcelain, instead it’s with a vice like grip that he clings to the skin of your hips almost as if he’d cease to exist if he let go.