#Luvers

[cletusthurstonbeauregard]

which ship is this?

[avocadosockz]

SUPERCORP WE WON

the writer of the Earth-Prime Boatwoman Comic where Lena shows up to help confirms she wrote Lena saying she was going on a date with KARA 🥳

link to tweet

[cletusthurstonbeauregard]

Happened offscreen in s6

Lena, there is something I wanted to ask you…

[mansand]

these army ants tend to move in groups of 4, with the line leader leading the expeditions. They have terrible eyesight, so rely on the sound of the Line Leader's bell staff, and the the pheromone map made by the previous expedition to know where they're heading.

[wino-strut]

Bloodhound Piece: 13 1/2” Tall x 11 1/2�� Wide Piece with Frame: 19” Tall x 17” Wide 3/4” Profile Mixed Media on Illustration Board By: David Phillips (wino-strut) www.wino-strut.com 3/2023 #bloodhound #sunset #contemporaryeverything #customframe #bluesbaby #spoonful #mixedmedia #modernart #luvers #coloredpencil #hounds #yellowsplash #losangelesicons #blueskies #fizzle #peaks #wranglers https://www.instagram.com/p/CpdDKFIpMu_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cletusthurstonbeauregard]

How it started

how it ended

[sukunasbow]

phone sex with spencer ; mdni

thinking about phone sex with spencer reid. he was never into anything like that, he always preferred being with you and being able to worship every inch of your body.

however, previous circumstances changed as soon as he was required to start going on even more trips for his job, and found himself missing you when he was alone in his hotel room.

the first time it happened, you were sitting on the couch in your shared apartment while he was in a random hotel bed in miami. he called you and encouraged you to talk to him, shallow breathing coming from his side of the phone.

“spence, you okay?”

“yeah, yeah. what were you saying?”

eventually you realized what was going on and confronted him the next time he called you. he was embarrassed at first but the feeling quickly fizzled when during the call, you sent him a video of your fingers rubbing at your clit, obscene sounds from the video echoing throughout his hotel room.

now, ever since that first situation, if and when the two of you are feeling horny and needy, you’re quick to start a phone call and whisper your darkest desires to each other.

[prettiedup]

reader & gojo go to the beach ? <3

the sun lazily sinks towards the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the sandy shores. the gentle lull of the waves provides a soothing soundtrack, rhythmically caressing the shoreline. seagulls glide gracefully overhead, their calls blending with the distant murmur of the ocean.

a lone beach umbrella planted in the sand, its fabric fluttering in the breeze like a silent guardian. beneath its shade, a pair of beach towels, offering a perfect vantage point to soak in the serene beauty of the coastline.

spring break. to a college kid, it’s an early christmas present. two weeks off to do absolutely nothing. momentarily, all the worries and stress about exams and final grades are melted off and lazily sucked into the drainage. you spent your freshman and sophomore years going back home to rot in your childhood bedroom. the most vitamin d you got was when your mother tasked you with taking the trash can to the curb. 

this year is different, though. you tilt your head to look at satoru who’s focused on applying sunscreen to every inch of your body. he had already completed your upper body and was now focusing on your legs.

the two of you had found a secluded spot on the beach. it was calming, peaceful, a brass change from the constant partying that you were adjusted to. the sound of the waves crashing and the birds chirping filled your ears.

“toru, i think ‘m protected enough.” you mutter when you feel his wandering hands going further into the inside of your thigh. 

“jus’ makin’ sure, bun. the sun can get you where you least expect it.” his mouth is by your ear, he’s speaking in a low tone. he’s all steady as if his finger aren’t seconds away from brushing against your clit.

you hold your breath, expecting to feel his finger press down on your clit, but the sensation never comes. instead he huffs out a chuckle and pulls away from you completely. he settles onto his own towel, taking his tedious time rubbing sunscreen into his skin. you watch him with curious eyes, the large hands that have wrapped your neck, hips, thighs一you clear your throat and look away, placing your attention on two birds that were fighting over something buried in the sand.

there’s a playful hum escaping from satoru’s throat, his hum matches the content small smile on his lips. he has on these blacked out sunglasses that are impossible to see his eyes through and you briefly wonder if he can see out of them himself. even with his eyes covered, you can see the content look on his face. long gone is the irritated look he carries around when he’s at school.

“bun, you think you can get my back?” he asks you. before you could give him a complete answer, he’s shoving the bottle of sunscreen into your hands.

you shuffle until you’re behind him. the warm liquid splatters onto your hand and you glance at his blemish free back. you’ve noticed that he has little to no marks on his skin, almost as if he’s a robot fresh out of a ‘my desired boyfriend’ list from a girl who’s never really interacted with a man. 

“toru.” you call out to him. your hand is rubbing in circular motions, you make sure to get every inch of his skin. satoru seems to be big on not getting sun burned. “how’d you find this spot?” you ask.

he hums at your question. his fingers are dug into the sand, creating little shapes. a heavy breeze flows past the two of you, his hair, once neatly styled, now takes on a carefree appearance, swept up in the whims of the breeze. sunlight peeks through the whiten highlights, giving the disheveled hair an ethereal look.

“mom used t��take me here.” his voice is wavering. the cocky and absolute front he puts up is no where to be found. instead, there’s a twinge of sadness lingering behind his words.

you rub the back of his neck, watching as he flinches before relaxing again. “did you guys come here a lot?”

“yeah.. once her and dad got divorced she said only the water calmed her down.” he’s no longer drawing shapes into he sand, now he’s picking it up and letting it flow out of his hand to reform with all of the others bits.

you hum at his words, the sunscreen is long gone off of your hands. now, you’re just rubbing his skin as an act of comfort.

“maybe.. you could’ve invited her to join us.” you offer.

satoru laughs. it’s forced and not satoru like. almost as if he’s laughing at you and not with you. subtle heat rushes to your cheeks causing you to bite down on your lip, feeling a sense of embarrassment.

“she’s too busy having her head up my stepdad’s ass. if she came, her husband would come, and then—my stepbrother.” the way he says stepbrother makes your eyebrows rise in confusion. the word holds so much disgust, you can’t help but to wonder what happened between the two of them.

“you have a stepbrother? that’s cool, i’m an only child. single mom, abusive dad, no friends. i was destined to be a pushover.” you joke. he can tell that the humorous tone you’re using is a cover up.

“be lucky you had your mom’s attention. and that some guy and his son didn’t take it.” satoru sighs and drag his fingers through his hair, careless of the sand getting mixed into it.

the energy has shifted and satoru hates that. he suddenly stands up, stretching and letting out a loud groan. you look up at him, still in your previous position from rubbing his backside.

“up, bun. we didn’t come to the beach t’be sad.” he laughs and you find yourself giving off a grin.

you stand up, dusting off pieces of the sand that chose to stick to your skin. you look up at satoru, only to see him looking at the sky. there’s a sly grin in his lips.

“what are you thinkin’ about?” you ask curiously.

“jus thinkin..” he hums. “what’s something birds do?”

you give him a confused look. “they fly—ohmygod satoru put me down!”

“who’s satoru? huh?” he asks teasingly. he’s etching closer and closer to the awaiting water.

“toru.” you correct yourself. you try to grip onto him which proves to be futile.

“nope.” he pops the p obnoxiously.

he doesn’t give you a chance to call him something else. suddenly you’re splashing into the water, the water surrounds you and you on instinct hold your breath and squeeze your eyes shut. your heart drums in you chest, maybe you’re too panicky because the little control you did have slips and you begin thrashing your limbs in a desperate attempt.

just as quickly as you were dropped in, you’re pulled out. your can’t feel any air in your lungs and you’re desperately clinging onto consciousness.

satoru places you onto the sand. he’s screaming your name, your actual name and not a pet name, in desperation. his hands are gripping your body, there’s a tremor in his actions.

“baby! fuck!” he looks around the area desperately, but to his dismay the closest thing is a seagull with a piece of trash in its mouth.

he’s knocked out of his thoughts, when he sudden hears a girlish laugh. he looks down at you, your eyes are no longer closed and you’re breathing.

“the look on your face!” you wheeze out. clutching your stomach.

“who the hell jokes like that?!” he screams out defensively. he was quite literally trying to find ways to explain the cause of your death without him being the bad guy.

“that’s—” you breathe in, “that’s why you don’t just drop people into large bodies of water!” you lecture.

he pouts at you. you had scared the hell out of him!

“you were so scared.”

“was not.”

“you were!”

after hours of playing in the water and sand. the sun said its goodbyes and went to bed. you and satoru took that as a sign to go back to where his brothers were.

you’re eating on a ham sandwich that you packed earlier. you look over curiously at satoru, your doe eyes having a gleam in them. he’s carrying the large beach bag, for him to be athletic he almost seems to be struggling.

“you need help, toru?” you ask.

“‘f course not.” he shakes his head dismissively. “the hell did you pack in here? feels like i’m carrying bricks.” he complains.

“beach stuff.” you shrug. you gesture your sandwich up into satoru’s face, he doesn’t hesitate to take a bite out.

“i had a lot of fun today. thank you for bringin’ me.” you suddenly feel shy as you give your thanks.

“you’re welcome, bun. i had fun too.” he smirks, “i think.. we’ll have even more fun when we get back to the beach house.”

at his words, there’s a slight pep in your step. you had to ogle at him shirtless for hours! for the remainder of the walk, there’s a pulse in between your thighs. you could feel yourself getting wet just from the thought of him fucking you.

“can’t wait, daddy.” you hum, excitedly.

[screampied]

Yall I need to go to therapy cuz why am I finding mahito attractive 😔😔

(Pls don't kill me yall 🙏)

(Nanami is still my hubby !)

– №1 nanami kento luver

did i read that right 👩‍💻 did you just say MAHITO

you’re telling me you’d bust it wide for that thing

hey i don’t judge 🙋‍♀️ im a true form sukuna gagger so i can’t even talk 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️ but…..

[yaeran]

goody two shoes ★ ran h. | matsuno c. | takashi m.

tr boys x the student council president that needs to keep a good image. — (bold is the guys talking.)

ran teases you on how much of a goody you are. “i’ll bring you to school.” “not on that motorcycle you are.” “you want me to get a car?” “no! it’s not a good image for a boyfriend to bring me to school, who knows what the people would say about their president. when they find out they’re dating a thug.” he laughs at your thought process. “ok, i’ll bring you back home tho.” “that’s even worse!?”

he’s considered buying and wearing your school uniform. he just wants to walk with you to and out of school for some reason. he’s even thought of just enrolling so that he can experience being told off by you. no one knows you guys are dating, if people did they may very well just explode with the simple piece of information.

he messages you telling you to go to the back gate which you occasionally promptly ignore.

+

chifuyu would also offer to bring you to school on his motorcycle— “first of all, no, it’s a bad image, second of all, you’re underage, third of all—,” “alright alright, let’s walk instead? or is that too much aswell?” “too much” “okay, just walk three steps ahead of me then?” “i’ll get a restraining order.”

he’s not that clingy with you he just thinks your answers and reactions to him + pda is funny. he takes silent pride in the fact that you’re his gf even though he can’t talk about it so he tends to spill when he’s with takemitchy.

if the coast is really clear he’ll definitely take that chance to do whatever he wants with you.

+

mitsuya is the most respectful when it comes to your position. he’d be fine with 0 interaction with you if that’s what you wish for. it goes to the point you’re the one craving for the attention sometimes but he’d notice those moments.

he’s smooth with it tho especially cause he has reasons to talk with you which people won’t question. “hey yn, i wanted to get permission for the stitching club to——,” there has been news spreading that mitsuya takashi has been making too many visits to the student council room but yknow, maybe mitsuya is just damn passionate about the club.

mitsuya is so persistent with your appearance, he’d adjust your clothes so that you’ll look neat and sometimes while you’re handling work he styles your hair. he’d even help you with your workload.

[cletusthurstonbeauregard]

mission accomplished

I can be the Luthor that shares her home with a kryptonian

[mellohd]

hello chat, i have finished that promised gift for all the love on my foc, consider this a continuation

HEHAHEH fr tho im working on that anamatic ❤️❤️❤️, i havent posted abt it too much on tumblr yet but heres a screenshot

bonus:

[quixtrix]

every panel we have so far of dolph without his cyborg face plate

i love this man

[solar-halos]

do you think that whenever annie put on too much lipstick she’d smooch finnick on the cheek to blot it

[cletusthurstonbeauregard]

right from the fuckin' start

HAPPY 8 YEARS OF SUPERCORP 💙❤️💚