#jeanies

[hwonnrinji]

foreign love - smau

{ pairing } : sophia laforteza (22) & jeong yoonchae (20)

^ please keep in mind that this pair was chosen on wheelofnames.com

{ synopsis } : jeong yoonchae moved from seoul to la. upon getting assigned a roommate, she just so happened to be paired up with sophia laforteza, the gorgeous and stunning girl who majors in biochem.

^ also chosen on wheelofnames.com

{ genre } : wlw, uni au, smau

{ trope } : rich foreign student x financially struggling but pretty student, love at first sight

{ starring } : katseye, newjeans, enhypen (jungwon , sunoo), boynextdoor (woonhak), tws (kyungmin), more

{ progress } : ongoing (start: oct 25.2024)

{ disclaimers } : fat/big back jokes, kms/kys jokes, name calling between friends, profanity, slight smoking/vaping, special brownies, but overall no angst, just romance

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friend groups: rich loser hotties -> pt1 pt2 | actual baddies -> pt1 pt2

chapters:

- met this girl from california

- sugar and smoke rings

- crystal liquor cups and designer drugs...72%

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taglist (open) :

@lararajjj @ohmyhaely

[luv-lee]

Also seen here.

[bebop-robyn]

Why don't no one talk about this absolute banger that cured my depression!!!?!??!?!????!?!!?!?!??!??!!?

"Get on your feet and just be glad this could be the best day you've ever had it's all good!" -Dr.Jean

[rottengurlz]

she’s like if the virgin mary smoked a pack of pall malls every day 🚬

[zegalba]

Jeanie Tomanek: Were I but Whole (2018)

[thedancingcostumeyoungadult]

It's all timing - S.R.

Spencer Reid x fem!reader smut, no use of y/n

Spencer's return from a case just so happens to coincide with the part of your cycle that has you feeling a certain type of way, which Spencer is only too happy to help with.

Warnings: fluffy smut, oral (fem! receiving), unprotected piv sex, creampie, a smidge of breeding, d/s a little if you squint

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It's hard to say that Spencer traveling for work was ever convenient, but every once in a while the timing lines up nicely. Like tonight, he's on his way back from a case and you are, to put it crudely, horny as shit. It's not normal horny, either, this is ovulation horny, the kind that leaves you aching all day, overwhelming your already frayed system.

So when you get the text that he's on his way from the airport, you waste no time stripping naked and arranging yourself in the big armchair that faces the door. And then you wait, the clocks ticking taunting you, each second reminding you of his absence.

Finally, the clinking of keys at the door alerts you to your boyfriend's return, the thought of who only rekindling the low burning in your belly. You swallow as the door swings open, adjusting your position slightly to best present yourself to the entryway.

"Baby! I'm h-" Spencer's voice seems to stick in his throat when he sees you, "-ome." He finishes the word slowly, setting his go bag down and closing the door but never moving his gaze from your form. Even in the shadows you watch his eyes rake down your body slowly.

"Welcome home." Your sultry voice draws his eyes back to yours in an instant, the intense gaze softening with a smile shared between you.

"That is quite a welcome." Crossing the room, he kneels slowly in front of you, one of his big, warm hands sliding up the back of your calf as he leans in to catch your lips with his. It's one of those kisses that melts your core, warming your bones and drawing a happy sigh from your chest.

"What did I do to deserve a welcome like this?" He speaks softly as he pulls away, sitting back on his heels as his other hand smooths up the side of your thigh, his touch firm but reverent. You can't help the smile that rises on your face looking down at your love, those soft eyes of his glowing back at you, messy curls falling in his eyes that you gently sweep away. His eyes flutter when you cup his cheek in your palm.

"Being you, mostly." You run the pad of your thumb across his bottom lip, not missing how his breath hitches. "But impeccable timing helps." His head cocks questioningly at you, a line forming where his brows knit together. "You know how I get this time of month." You finish with a devilish little smirk as he finally understands. An eager grin splits his face, his eyes absolutely lighting up.

"Oh!" His hands move immediately, uncrossing your legs and pushing them apart, his grip now anchored in your soft thighs as he surges forward to kiss you excitedly. His excitement and the slight manhandling only add to the quickly forming puddle between your thighs, causing you to whine into his kiss.

As if he read your mind, Spencer broke away from your lips, kissing and biting his way quickly down your body. Excitement clearly outweighed romance tonight, made even more eveident when Spencer, with neither ceremony or hesitation, dove into your pussy like it was the fountain of youth. He'd always eaten pussy like god, but this is even a step beyond that, you didn't even care what he was doing that much, your hormone-flooded brain only barely able to process the sheer pleasure burning through your veins.

"Oh fuck!" You can't help the words falling from your lips as your hands fly to his hair, gripping desperately in a way that must have hurt as your body arches and writhes under him. His hands, large and strong and so warm, run once again up your thighs, gripping your hips almost hard enough to bruise. You can hear him devouring you, wet, lewd sounds interspersed with low grunts of effort that border on animalistic.

It's all so so good, but you still need more, that burning ache in your belly only satiable by one thing.

"Spencer," you manage, your voice cracking on his name "More, please please I need more." He hears you, taking one last harsh suckle at your clit that makes your whole body shudder at the sting before sitting up, his mouth leaving you with a wet pop.

"More? What more do you need, baby?" You just whine, bucking your hips weakly as you throw your head back. Spencer tsks,

"Come on, sweet girl," he plants a kiss on your swollen clit, making you twitch, "you gotta tell me what you want."

"I want your cock," it's like a damn breaks, and suddenly you're begging, clawing at his shoulders with tears pricking your eyes, "I want your cock please, Spencer, please! I wanna be so full of you and your cum and your babies oh god-" you don't get any further before his lips crash against yours, his hands hauling you out of the chair and into his arms. In a matter of seconds you're on your back on the bed, Spencer's lips still hot and demanding against yours, the taste of yourself heady on his tongue as it slides against yours. He breaks from you for only a second or two, definitely ripping something in his haste to rid himself of his clothes.

There were no words, you didn't need them as he pushed into your waiting warmth, his forehead falling to rest against yours as you take him to the hilt, choking on a gasp as he hits that spot thats just so deep and it hurts just a little but it's too good for you to care.

You've always been able to find a rhythm together, fitting against each other just right as he rocks into you, singing your praises in soft grunts and low moans, drawing you ever closer to the edge, begging you to cum for him in every bite, every loving touch, every breath.

You give in to him as he loses himself, the warm ache of his cum spilling into you taking you that last step over the peak and you tumble down the other side. You come apart in the safety of his arms, crumbling and shaking under him as he answers your cries with soft kisses and words of praise mumbled against sweaty skin.

You're glass in his hands as he turns you gently, rolling into his back and bringing your body to lay on top of his. He hasn't pulled out, his cock twitching slightly at the way you squeeze him, still riding the last few shocks of your orgasm.

Your body feels so heavy, so relaxed as you cuddle into his chest, deliciously full and sleepy.

Before sleep takes you, you manage something that sounds like "I love you."

And in that last hazy moment before you drift off, you hear him say it back.

"I love you."

~taglist~

@nomajdetective @reidsbookclub @f-me-reid @spencer-reid-wonderland @dungeons-are-too-cold

[nothingdoingcomic]

Nothing Doing no. 3

[cupofmeat]

"A Tale of Two Kitties", Jeanie Tomanek.

[pinknyellowblob]

eddiez moms…

designs by the one and only @cyanwyrmy !!!!! i love them a lot

[carebeardean]

don’t believe in god but I believe that you’re my savior

[luv-lee]

[queer-cinephile]

our enhanced photo of Jennifer Grey kissing Mia Sara behind the scenes of Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986)

[sarwah]

Jean Jeanie, 1973

[magnetar1]

Jeanie Tomanek

[yalster54]

we are soooo back 🥳

[thedancingcostumeyoungadult]

Watching - S.R.

Reader catches Spencer in the morning

Warnings: just pure smut folks, 18+ only minors DNI, fem!Reader, masturbation (m and f), oral (fem receiving), established relationship, praise kink, pet names (good girl, angel), unprotected p in v, creampie,  slight Dom!Spencer and Sub!Reader

Word count: ~1,150

You come to consciousness slowly, the plush warmth of your bed making it hard to rouse yourself. Blinking in the morning light you roll onto your side and realize with a frown that Spencer's side of the bed is empty. However his whereabouts don't remain a mystery for long as you hear a light shuffling from the bathroom, your frown easing as your eyes find him through the open door. 

The last of your sleepiness dissipates immediately when you realize what he's doing, one hand braced on the counter and his head hung low. The light plays on the muscles of his back as they flex with his movements, an unmistakable rhythm sending your belly fluttering. You flip onto your stomach, tucking your pillow under your chin with both hands as you adjust to see him better. 

Warmth spreads through your body as your eyes trace down his back, admiring the lean muscle he'd built over the past year, all the way down to his boxers slung low on his hips. Slowly, almost without you realizing, your hips grind down lightly into the mattress, seeking relief from the familiar, aching need between your thighs. 

Spencer throws his head back with a soft groan, the sound alone making your cheeks heat up. And that's how he catches you, watching him with cheeks flushed pink and your mouth hanging open. You consider feeling embarrassed but the look that comes over his face as his eyes meet yours in the mirror sends that thought away nearly as fast as you'd thought of it. The grin that spreads across his face carries a wolfish edge, his movements slowing to an almost agonizing pace as he raises his eyebrows as if to say "well? What're you going to do about it?" Holding his gaze, you release one of the hands that had been clutching the pillow to your chest and slide it under the covers, all the way down until your fingers slip under the waistband of your panties. Even through the mirror his gaze burns into you, darkening as you let out a small gasp, the pads of your fingers finding your clit and working over it in tight, slow circles. Your hips grind down once again as you let a whimper fall from your lips, your whole body aching for more, for him, but you're having far too much fun watching him to end the moment. He'd fuck you senseless sooner or later, you're sure of that. 

A particularly well timed press of your fingers forces a strangled moan from your lips, your hips bucking at the sensation and Spencer's willpower seems to snap. He whirls from the mirror, pulling his hand from his boxers and stalking towards the bed. You don't stop your efforts until he reaches you, tossing the covers back and taking hold of your ankles to flip you easily onto your back. His hands leave fireworks on your skin as they trail up your legs to hook into your panties. Freeing you from the fabric, he settles between your legs, leaving a trail of hot kisses up your thigh that makes you squirm.

"Spencer." You plead softly, your breath sticking in your throat as he lifts your hand from your heat, popping your slick- covered fingers into his mouth with a soft groan. As he meticulously sucks your fingers clean you think you're going to explode and just before you think you can't take it anymore he lets your fingers fall from his mouth. 

"All this just from watching me, angel?" He presses a kiss to the pulse at the inside of your wrist, the sheer intimacy of the gesture making you shiver as you nod. This brings the wolfish grin back to his face as he guides your hand to tangle in his hair. "Needy girl." 

You don't get the chance to react to his words before his face is buried between your thighs, his large hands holding you in place as he latches his mouth around your bundle of nerves. He eats you out like a man possessed, quickly melting you into a squirming mess under his ministrations.

"Spence, oh god oh fu- a-ah!" You're cumming sooner than expected, unraveling under him with a broken cry. He works you through it gently, lapping sweetly at your slit as his hand massages your thigh where he'd slung it over his shoulder. 

"That's it," he murmurs against your warmth, "that's it, good girl." The euphoria ebbs slowly, leaving you bathed in a golden warmth as Spencer kisses slowly up your body until his weight presses you into the mattress. 

"Thank you." You hum softly, pressing your face against his throat.

"Anything for you." His voice rumbles against your cheek and you feel his hardness press against your thigh through his boxers. Once again your hand dips low, palming him lightly through the fabric. 

"Angel-" he begins, about to assure you that he's fine, that you don't have to.

"Spencer," you cut him off with a breathy whine, pressure building once again between your thighs, "want you, need you." He hushes you softly, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

"I've got you baby, I've got you, you're okay." He works himself out of his boxers, pushing them down and lining himself up with your entrance. His lips find yours in a languid kiss as he presses in, swallowing all the noises you let out as he fills you so perfectly. 

"Oh, good girl baby, just like that." He moans against your lips as he bottoms out, giving you a moment to fully adjust to him before he begins to rock into you. Each thrust is accompanied by needy kisses and low moans, his hands finding yours so he can lace your fingers together and pin them lightly on either side of your head. The pace is steady, his pelvis pressing against your clit every time he sinks into you and you quickly feel another orgasm build. 

Spencer speeds up as you both near your high, his head dropping to rest against your collarbone as he chants under his breath. 

"Good girl, good girl, God, fuck!" With one last thrust he's cumming, his hips pressed as close to yours as possible, the slow grind of his hips and the blunt head of his cock pressing against your cervix as he pumps you full sending you over the edge only moments after him. 

When you both can breathe again he slips out of you with a shift hiss under his breath, rolling off of you and gathering you to his chest with a shower of kisses over your face. 

"You're something else, pretty girl." He says with a soft chuckle as he lets his head fall to the pillow. You cuddle closer, relishing in the warmth of his skin against yours. 

"You're one to talk."

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~taglist~

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