#༄ you got mail!

[allright]

yuuji’s first christmass with you and the gift you give him is his first kiss under the mistletoe…oh hed be so red

“look.”

yuuji follows the direction that your finger’s pointing in and tilts his head back. his eyes land on something hanging from the ceiling: a plant with small white berries interspersed between the leaves and a silky red ribbon neatly wrapped around the stalks.

mistletoe, he belatedly realizes.

redness crawls out from under the hem of yuuji’s collar with the realization.

“oh,” he says, uncharacteristically shy and bashful. he rubs the back of his neck, twisting the strands of his hair at the base of his skull between his fingers.

you giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. yuuji is always cute to you, but he’s very cute when he’s nervous considering you almost never see him in this state. you take a step forward, lessening the distance between you and yuuji, and place your arms over the tops of his shoulders. your hand replaces yuuji’s in playing with his hair.

yuuji places his hands on your hips, fiddling with the bottom hem of your holiday sweater.

“yuuji?”

“y-yeah?” yuuji internally winces at the voice crack.

“can i kiss you?” you sweetly ask him, soft as silk and gentle as a feather.

the ability to speak escapes yuuji, his voice stolen upon hearing yours, and he’s left only able to nod his head. he harshly squeezes his eyes shut, full of anticipation and disbelief that he’s about to have his first kiss. his first kiss ever, and it’s going to be with you: the prettiest person yuuji has ever seen (even prettier than jennifer lawrence.)

the creases by his eyes disappear, the harsh lines of his face melting into softness as you press your lips against his in a kiss as sweet as candy cane. when you pull away, itadori slowly opens his eyes as if he’s stuck in a stupor. was that a dream?

you give him another peck on the lips before smiling at him, one that makes your whole face light up with warmth. no, it wasn’t.

“merry christmas, yuuji,” you say, words dripping in honeyed affection.

“merry christmas,” he repeats, dazed.

yuuji thinks he might just be in love with you.

[revnah1406]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPAW!! 💗

(Disculpa la demora jsjs ;;)

AAAHHHHH!!!😭😭😍😍❤️❤️

Mer right now. I'm just giggling and jumping around

OMG!!? LOOK AT HER 😭😭😭 LOOK AT THAT SMILE😍😍😍

OMG I LOVE HOW SHE LOOKS IN YOUR STYLE😭😭😭❤️❤️ SHE LOOKS SO CUTE AND SO AMAZING 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

I wasn't expecting this today. THIS MADE MY DAY 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️✨✨

THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH LOVE 😍😍🧡🧡🥰🥰🥰🥰

(Y no te preocupes por la demora. Me he enamorado del dibujo 😍😍)

[colorfulatlas]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WOOOOOO I DONT KNOW THE CONTEXT BUT GOOD 4 U!!!!!!

[ghostbxsted]

draw me!

danny tried. he has no idea who this person is.

[morosegirl]

♪!!!

[ancient-cats-unite]

Opinion on this unit? :3

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SHINING AMATERASU! Nice draw from a Platinum Capsule!

Design-wise, she's so pretty. Her gold is super detailed, makes sense for a goddess of the Sun. Attack animation is neat too! I love girls okay-

I actually don't have her, so I can't give concrete opinions for her battle capacity. Heard she's pretty solid for SOL and some UL.

[byeclownguy]

You get no context

[potofsoup]

Oh look, it seems like there's a Republican-led movement to purge voter rolls in the lead-up to the election! It's almost as if your vote matters and they don't want you to vote! Anyway, I whipped up a quick map (based on this) that shows when the voter registration deadline is in each state. There are a few deadlines coming up in the next week or so.

If you live in a state that regularly purges voter rolls for infrequent voters (the orange ones in the first map), or if you moved recently, it's good to check if you're still registered to vote.

Vote.org makes it super easy to check your registration: https://www.vote.org/am-i-registered-to-vote/

Just put in your address and DOB and they'll tell you whether you're registered. (And they give you a quick link to register online if it turns out that you're not! Only the 9 states in white on my map don't have online registration, and for those they provide instructions on how to do it via mail or in person.) If you want an extra verification, find your state's election website and double-check there.

So yeah, give yourself peace of mind -- do a quick check. :)

[desperatebaby]

I love your big tits, honey ❤️

thank you anon 🥺

[gl1tzgl1tch]

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[allright]

PERSIE WHO IS YOUR BLUE LOCK FAV ?

IM NOT FAR INTO BLLK AT ALL BUT I LIKE RAICHI… largely because of his sharp teeth LFNDKDKXJC

[revnah1406]

Updates on OP Kingslayer??!!?

Hi Anon!

I'm glad that you're excited for Op Kingslayer. I'm super super excited too! This chapter is a long one, but the good news is that I'm working on the final scene or the final narrative arc of this chapter! This one is super long and with a lot of action, a lot of things happen and very fast so I'm trying to do it justice and write it the best I can.

But back to your ask, I hope I can bring the next chapter next week or in two weeks. <3

Thanks for the ask!

[colorfulatlas]

btw your fursona is really cool

and ty!!!!! though Atom is not a fursona perse? They weren't thought to be one, but I basically dont care whatever they are defined as anymore bcs I do want to make them a fursuit someday and wear it around like the goofy yellow cat I am :3

[wishing-well-art]

Pearl's Delivery Service is open for business!

Textless versions of the stamps under the cut!

[nymphomatique]

wanna sit on nerd miguel’s face while i use my phone to snap other guys that’s my little chair fr😔😻

this just changed the trajectory of my life in a way you cannot understand.

cw: slight d/s dynamics, sending nudes, munch miguel makes an appearance once more, bro literally FEASTS, new character yippee (v minor), brief choking (more like a neck squeeze tbh), praise, squirting LOL, miguel gets kicked out again 😔 reader catching feelings?? we may never know. semi proofread today i felt nice. this is a longer one than usual, so enjoy!

“stop fuckin’ squirming down there and eat me out properly,” you say, looking down at miguel. his eyes are hazy and hooded, his glasses somewhere on the bed, his brown eyes clear as day. you grip his head by his hair and position him to where his nose brushes above your clit, and you moan at the feeling. “l-like that, okay miguel? be good for mommy.”

miguel takes heed of your instructions and begins to lick, suck, and thrust up into your wetness, making it hard for you to maintain something relative to your composure. in the throes of miguel’s mouth work, your phone screen, next to miguel’s head, lights up with a snapchat notification from none other than the star quarterback of your school, peter parker. you bite the corner of your lip, mouth pulling up in a smile at an idea. you grab your phone and open it to snapchat, seeing peters name at the top of your snap list. you open his snap and it’s a picture of him shirtless, abs on display, his happy trail just peeking over the band of his pants. his snap is captioned with text reading ‘wyd?’

you prop your camera up, angling it enough that miguel’s face and your pussy are out of frame. miguel stops for a moment to ask what you’re doing, but before he can get a word in you speak up, “if you stop, this will be the last time i ever let you touch me. got it? keep fucking going.” and wordless, miguel does as he’s told, going back to eating you but with a new energy this time. it catches you off guard a bit, and you let out a light f-fuck in response, but you don’t let it derail you from answering peter back.

peter. you and him have had.. complicated history to say the least. since high school, the two of you ran in the same social circles, with him being on your high school football team and you, a cheerleader. a true status quo. the two of you had ended up attending the same underaged parties, hooking up and even going steady for some time, until the blonde busty thing known as gwen stacy walked into your high school in sophomore year and made her claim on your then boyfriend. you figured it out after you walked in on them under the bleachers post-game, the spot where you habitually got on your knees to congratulate peter for his win. you stayed with him after a profuse apology and intense “i’m sorry” fuck session, to your dismay, but broke up with him in the beginning of your senior year. now, you two fuck from time to time, scratching an itch when you have it.

you look back at the tease of a photo on your phone, your tits spilling out your plunge neck crop top and your abdomen cutting off right above your pubic area, your pink thong still visible coming up the sides of your hips. you feel miguel plunge his tongue into you, causing you to fall forward, steadying yourself with one hand, phone in the other. “keep this up and i’m gonna squirt on you, but i bet you’re into that huh?” you laugh out a little, miguel moaning into you in response. you try not to get distracted and caption your snap to peter ‘nothing really’ and press send.

immediately, you see that he opens it and he replies just as fast, this time the photo of him in grey sweats with a visible tent, layer out on his bed. the caption attached, ‘wanna turn your nothing to a something? ;)’ and you roll your eyes. you move to answer him with another midriff picture, but you change your mind. “hey, look at me dweeb,” you say, turning the camera so that it’s capturing the angle of miguel’s mouth on your pussy, covered in spit and your juices. he looks up and sees the camera of your phone pointed down towards him and he goes red in the face and tight lipped. “remember what i told you about stopping,” you remind him, and he maintains eye contact with the camera as he goes back to lick a strip up your pussy, from your leaking hole to your clit. you move your unoccupied hand to his face, palm to his cheek as you slowly caress him with your thumb. “that’s a good boy.”

you move your hand from his cheek, trailing softly down to his strong neck and you wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze. at the pressure he lets out a groan, his hands moving to grip your thighs tighter to his face. “fuck miguel, you’re making mommy so happy right now- ah! fuck, just like that. keep doing that, o-okay?” you moan out. he says nothing, his eyes, still maintaining contact with the camera, clouded with lust, answering for him.

you snap a picture, turned on at the lewdness of it. it’s your pussy on miguel’s face, pink panties pushed to the side as his mouth is sucking on your clit, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs, and your hand around his neck at the same time. you make quick work to save the photo and caption it ‘busy, sorry’, feeling your orgasm approach. you press send and drop your phone, ignoring the back to back buzzing, probably of peters reply to your salacious snap.

a steady heat begins to boil in the pit of your stomach, and you keen forwards, your hand leaving miguel’s neck to grip the white sheets on your bed. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-“ and with that, you feel the pleasure within you tighten then burst, like a damn breaking way, and you begin to tremble as miguel continues his work down on you. the overstimulation begins to hit you, and you feel a spurt of liquid leave your body and miguel groan and suck. “oh my god,” you heave out, “st-stop, no more.”

miguel places a final kiss to your mound as he moves to lift your limp hips for you. he feels sheepish how, his sweater and mouth drenched with your liquids. he wipes his lips and makes way to speak to your still firm on the bed. “are- are you okay?”

you say nothing, grab the nearest pillow you have, and throw it at him. miguel dodges and understands that means get the fuck out.

after collecting yourself, your body still spent and sheets still wet, you roll over on your back and grab your phone to look at what peter replied to you. you open his snap, and laugh a little at his responses.

peter 🚮

| is that fucking o’hara..?

| you’re fucking with me???

| fucking whore

| you sleep with nerds now??

you make way to reply to peter one more time, opening the camera and taking a picture of the wet bedsheets, caption it ‘nerds that can make me cum? yeah’ and unadd him after.

you finally haul yourself up to change your sheets when you see miguel’s glasses on your bed. you grab them and put them on your nightstand, feeling heat rush through your blood to your face, thinking of him and the mess he made of you.

fucking dweeb.