#oh physical media how I love you so much mwah mwah mwah

[bbqphantom]

dvd haul today yipppeeee !!!!!!!! ^____^

[elysianslove]

hello there! i am such a fan of your works 🥺💘 i binge read your works when im on a break from schoolwork and aaaa you’re one of my fave writers here!! w that, congratulations for the 11k!! ♡

i would love to join your milestone event hehe with osamu please (osamu lovers unite HAHA 💗) i like to shower my s/o with kisses, esp on their face, like lotsa lotsa kisses!! my love language is mainly physical touch so i’m very cuddly. like, i don’t mind just being with him and just cuddling him heheh lots of terms between us like “cuddle time”, “koala time”, “shower with kisses” etc. i don’t really mind initiating skinship too. i’m also sentimental so i take lots of photos and videos. do expect a video for anniversaries, etc!! i also like spoiling my s/o from big gifts for his bday to little things like snacks or something practical. i’d buy him so many hoodies (just so i can steal some in the future heheh basically, i’d be the biggest simp for my bf, like my social media will be full of photos of/with him, my lockscreen’s him, and my gallery’s mostly his faces.

that’s all, thank you so so sooo much and congratulations on reaching another milestone again!! 💗✨ all the lovee

hi baby!!! <3 oh my thank you so much for your words and for the congrats!! i hope you like this, mwah <3

pls the headcanon got me so flustered bye

↬ your fanfiction trope & why: endless pining !

you and osamu were close, terribly so. everyone around you was used to how comfortable you were around each other, and if they didn’t know better, they’d assume you were dating for ages. he’s your early morning texts and your late night calls. he’s your shoulder to cry on and your safety net. he’s the first person that pops up in your head with anything, and it’s mutual too! and it’s not that the two of you aren’t aware of how much you care for one another, it’s just that you can’t bring yourself to take that step. when i say endless pining, i mean it. for years, literal years, the two of you walk over eggshells around each other. the topic of “are we more than friends?” is so sensitive that you’re frightened to bring it up lest it makes things awkward. eventually, you’ll realize that this caring, this closeness between you two, isn’t simply platonic, and you’ll laugh about it. one day.

↬ headcanon: osamu loves to kiss you, genuinely. anywhere and everywhere, from the innocent to the — less innocent kisses. he adores grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips. he loves tilting your head a little by your chin to plant a wet kiss to your cheek. he loves kissing your tummy when he’s laying down with his head on your lap. he loves kissing the top of your head as you snuggle up next to him after a long day of work. he loves those good morning pecks when you’ve been up for a while and he can barely see straight and has one eye squinting and he grabs your wrist to kiss at it. he loves those goodnight kisses where he pulls you in by your waist and presses you flush against him and kisses you so cheekily that he has you laughing and smiling against his lips. he loves that sweet, short kiss he gives you the moment he sees you walk in his shop to visit him during work hours, where he’s smiling so lovingly against your lips and he can feel you smile back. he just loves kissing you, always, whenever, wherever.

[realcube]

i would just like to thank you for crunching out sm stuff for us and blessing us with such good writing!! 💕💗💕💗😩😪 truly *chefs kiss*

also could i request hcs on how tendou, fukunaga, matsukawa, bokuto, and iwaizumi react to their s/o doing this tiktok trend?

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMee9HVe8/

(a/n): 🙏 i should be the one thanking y’all for reading my content tbh! 💕 oh and this request is absolutely adorable!

summary of the video: a person peppers their cat with kisses to the audio of a man saying, ‘i love you. mwah mwah mwah. you set my soul on fire’

content warning: sexual references, choking & dick sizes

satori tendō

♡ he would cackle if you tried to do the accent 

♡ i’d say he knows the trend but he doesn’t look like he uses tiktok and even if he did, he’d be on deep tiktok

♡ anyway, if you don’t do the accent and you just start kissing him while filming, he’ll just smile 

♡ like he just got all warm inside 

♡ he thinks his smile is subtle but when he rewatches the video and notices his foolishly large grin, he insists that you delete it 

♡ but plz don’t- he really appreciates the fact you aren’t ashamed to be dating it and you actually want to show everyone on social media that you love him

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you propped your phone up against the salt shaker on the dinner table so the camera was angled at you and tendō, then you turned to him with a mischievous grin plastered on your face which made him falter in eating his chicken nugget. 

“are you okay, babe?” he inquired through a mouthful of mcnugget as your eyes seemed fixated on him, though you weren’t doing anything besides stare. 

he was forced to swallow once the sound began and you started peppering his face with kisses to the beat, leaving him sitting like a statue in shock. the only part of his that moved was the corner of his lips twitching up to form a large grin. 

 once the sound finished, you snaked your arms under his and chest your head against his chest for a moment before grabbing your phone to watch the video, allowing tendō to peer over your shoulder and watch it too. then, he realised how insanely wide his smile was, “are you gonna post that?” 

“not if you don’t want me to.” you hummed against his chest, feeling his slender fingers slip through your hair to cradle the back of your head and hold it tight against his chest. 

“eh.” he shrugged. if you were to delete it, at least the world wouldn’t have to see him smiling like an idiot upon getting some sugar but if you were to post it, he’d be beyond flattered that you’d want to share you relationship publicly - it reassured him that you’re not embarrassed to be with him.

hajime iwaizumi

♡ while you do it, he just sits and stares at you like ◉_◉

♡ he has no idea what’s going on UIEFLAERN why are you filming while kissing him and lipsyncing to some guy with a hot accent??????

♡ bc he wants to do it back to you but he’s just frozen in shock for a moment 

♡ but if you lipsync to the words, at the ‘you set my soul on fire’ part, he’d probably make a sarcastic comment like ‘you have one of those?’

♡ anyway, for the most part, he’s paralysed 

♡ like he doesn’t want to do anything embarrassing on camera yet he’s also extremely confused so as soon as you pick up your phone and end the recording, he literally tackles you to the ground 

♡ ‘WHAT THE FUCK?! DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW!! DON’T YOU DARE POST IT!’

♡ and he doesn’t just have hajime iwaizumi body btw- he’s got hajime iwaizumi (27) athletic trainer body 

♡ so don’t expect to escape his grip unless he lets you 

♡ but if you manage to get away with the video, plz don’t send it to any of his friends- they will tease him and use it as blackmail-

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you set your phone down on the coffee table then hit record, leaning back and shuffling even closer to iwaizumi on the couch. this caught his attention so his eyes momentarily shifted off the tv to look at you with a perplexed expression which became more prominent once he noticed that he was also being filmed.

“wha--” he cut himself off upon feeling your lips press against his forehead, then his cheek, then his chin; basically his whole face had felt your affection by the time the sound finished. 

he was taken aback, to say the least. the whole thing went by in a blur - a pleasant blur, but a blur none the less. he was too busy enjoying the feeling of your soft lips against his skin to realise that his resting expression looked similar to the one he wore when walked in on matsukawa and makki comparing dick sizes in the changing room.

once you pulled away and grabbed your phone to watch the video, he got the opportunity to observe the stupid look he wore and he instinctively tried to snatch the phone from your hand. This resulting in him lying on top of you on the couch, suffocating you with his cologne, trying to grab your phone but the frantic flailing of your arms posed challenge. 

“Gimme that damn phone! Don’t you dare send that to anyone! Did you see my fac--”

“Iwa, get the fuck off me!” you wheezed, your voice muffled from his beefy chest being pushed against your face.

RIP (Y/N). Cause of death: Iwaizumi Hajime’s muscles

kōtarō bokuto 

♡ whenever you start filming him, he immediately goes like :) 

♡ but then when you sit down next to him and film y’all together then he goes like :D

♡ THEN WHEN YOU START COVERING HIS FACE WITH KISSES TO A CUTE-ASS SOUND, HE’S LIKE 🥰

♡ but fr, he melts 

♡ you’re just so damn cute

♡ he doesn’t really question what you are doing, he just enjoys it

♡ he probably wraps his arms around your waist too and tries give you kisses back

♡ oh! and if you repeat what they guy in the audio says (’i love you’ & ‘you set my soul on fire.’), bokuto will say the same back 🥺

♡ pulls you onto his lap if you weren’t already sitting on him

♡ he insists that you post it, no matter how silly either of you look - he wants the world to see how in love you two are 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you plop yourself down next to him as soon as you hit record on your phone then immediately began placing kisses all over bokuto’s face and if you wasn’t grinning like an idiot before, he sure was now.

“I love you!” you tried to do the accent while desperately stifling a giggle, continuing to peck his cheek, “you set my soul of fire-”

 you were forced to pause as bokuto caught your lips in his own, pressing down on the small of your back to deepen the kiss, “i love you more, baby! you set my soul on fire too - whatever that means.” he exclaimed, all while wearing a wide, toothy grin.

once you finally pull away to grab your phone, you held it in between you and bokuto so he could watch it along with you. he bounced giddily in place, squeezing your other hand tightly, “you’re precious, (y/n).” he muttered before pumping his fists and cheering, “post it! post it! post it! post it!”

issei matsukawa 

♡ you tried this on him while he was studying chemistry and although neither of you thought much of it in the moment, he’ll never forgive you bc he ended up failing his chem test 😭

♡ anyway 

♡ he questions what you are doing at first but when he hears the sound, he realises what trend you’re doing immediately (bc i hc that he lowkey has a social media addiction)

♡ so he just sits there with this cocky ass smirk on his face while you shower him with your love

♡ not bc he’s unappreciative - like he think you’re cute as hell - but if you’re gonna post it, he wants to look cool, yk?

♡ also he wants to just keep up his nonchalant attitude towards all physical touch 

♡ yes, even sex 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you propped your phone up on the water bottle sat on his desk and stood a seat on his lap, to which he gladly welcomed as he slipped his arm around your waist to hold you in place as you straddled him.

your hands cupped his face so he looked you in the eye, hence he dropped his pencil and slammed the brakes on whatever studying he was doing as nothing was more important to him them tending to your prettyself. 

once you began pecking him along with lipsyncing along to words the guy said, he just stared at you with a smug smirk gracing his features, humming lowly in agreement whenever you’d say anything. of course, he ensured that his head was angled in a way that the camera got the holy sight of his sharp jawline. 

his gazed at you though hooded lips, staying frozen in place until your eventually picked up your phone, swiftly deleting the video with a pouty expression. “hey- whatcha going? why ya deleting it? did you see my jaw?” he asked, clearly offended.

“you’re so boring, issei.” you whined, trying to conceal the fact your pout was slowly becoming a smile. “You were supposed to rail me, that’s the whole point of the trend.” you joked, not expecting for matsukawa’s hand to immediately latch onto your throat, “hah, well, you could’ve just asked nicely, doll.”

shōhei fukunaga 

♡ he kinda just chuckles at first 

♡ but as you continue, he’ll jerk his head around with his lips pursed to try capture your lips with his

♡ he’s honestly not sure what he’s supposed to do so please guide him 

♡ i’d say he seems like the sorta guy to hate being filmed but post-timeskip, he’s a comedian so he’d probably try put on a show for the camera 

♡ maybe subtly massage the back of your head, perhaps he’ll bite his bottom and give you ✨the look✨, or he’ll hold your jaw and longingly gaze at you- who knows?

♡ anything to keep you entertained （づ￣3￣）づ╭❤～

♡ WRUGETG BUT WHATEVER HE DOES, HE’S GONNA CRINGE IMMEDIATELY AFTER AND REGRET IT ><

♡ like you’ll try show him the video but he just turns away and covers his eyes like 😑 ‘no i don’t want to see’

♡ if you try post it though he will go feral

♡ probably tickles you, snatches your phone then deletes it 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you clutched you phone as you looked at fukunaga dreamily while recording yourself. the noticed your odd behaviour but once he realised you were also recording, he just thought, ‘ah, that explains it.’

but what he didn’t expect was for you pounce on him then start covering his face in kisses. at first, he crinkles his nose and chuckled but just as you were about to say the second bit of dialog, an idea hit him. so without thinking, he gripped your throat then flipped y’all over so he was now on top, then he pressed his lips against your forehead while making the ‘mwah’ sound effect.

this took you by surprise so the last frame of the video was of you looking truly shocked and him looking down on your with a suggestive smirk - which was followed up by a sweet kiss but the video cut off before that. 

you both stared at the video as it replayed, neither of you liking what you were seeing. 

fukunaga was the first one to mention it though as he scrambled off you to grab your phone, “gimme that! you’re camera makes me look so weird.” you allowed him to yank your phone from your hands as you folded your hands behind your head, “my camera. sure.”

“sh-”

[interstellix]

VIVIS BACK VIVIS BACK VIVIS BACK AND CUTER THAN EVER!!!!! hi babie!!! i hope u doing well and that u had a good hiatus!! i missed youuuuuu MWAH u were studying right? i hope all of ur studies went well!!! i’m finally in my last year of highschool LETS GOOOOO we graduating 🧍🏼‍♀️but how r u!! what’s new in life!!! i love u so much i missed u so much omg big luv to u!!!! mwahmwah

VIVI IM GONNA CRY HI HELLO WORDS DONT EXPLAIN HOW MUCH IVE MISSED YOU OH MY GOD i

hi i missed u k 🥺

my hiatus was okay?? i mean i've been stressing and crying and borderline dying for the past three weeks or so but staying away from tumblr and a few other social medias for a while actually helped a bit 👉🏻👈🏻 my studies are?? fine too?? i'm only studying one class rn and it's mostly on distance aside from tests and laborations (since it's physics) so it's definitely not as bad as it would've been if i had to go there on the daily :')

ALLLSO FJSLFKS ik school has been a bitch on you but i hope it's not as bad anymore 🥺💕 you can do it ok i believe in u >:( BUT OTHER THAN THAT HOW ARE YOU DOING HAVE I MISSED ANY NEWS OR SMTH SPECIAL (aside from u ;))

also also guess what :( i love you :(

[dreadhaus-literature]

{January Collection} #22

Ode to My Body

Tuesday’s Theme: Lyrics

“Welcome home, Harl. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

The purr of Pamela Isley’s voice slid over Harleen Quinzel’s skin like rose vines and the blonde giggled, bouncing up and down on booted toes with an excited clap.

“For me, Pammy? Ya shouldn’t have!”

The welcome kiss between the Sirens was brief but meaningful, deep. It had been a long day for them both, preoccupied away from each other which made their tasks seem more mundane and boring than they might’ve had they tackled it together. Harleen, known more infamously as Harley Quinn, slung her still wet bat over her shoulder, leaving it propped by the door in case she needed to grab it in a hurry, before she followed Pamela, aka Poison Ivy, deeper into their lovenest like an excited puppy offered a treat.

“Can I have it now?!” Harley all but begged, causing Pamela to smile.

“Hm, well I don’t know. Have you been a bad girl, today?”

“The worst,” Harley rested her chin on Pamela’s shoulder, grinning. “I was the worst gal in Gotham today.”

Pamela’s smile was one of pride, and it turned Harley’s heart over. It was so much easier to love someone who knew how to love you back...

...but Harley wasn’t above falling into her same old ways if she had a good reason to.

Good reason didn’t mean the Joker, oh no. Mistah J’s days of tormenting Harley were long gone, thanks in part to the support of Pammy. Harley was in a stable relationship for the first time in her life, if one didn’t count the dependability of the Batman showing up every time she broke the law. It was this safety and routine with Pammy that set Harley up for both success...and being taken off-guard the moment she ran into a pretty li’l girl on the sidewalk by the name of Monica.

Fate’s a funny thing, in Gotham. There’s nearly 10 million people who walk those streets, live in those buildings, drive on it’s roads. What are the chances of finding someone who just...does it for you? Harley may come across to some as a ditz but it was just an act; she’s sharper than a whip and those eyes have been trained to see everything. That day on Gotham’s snowy sidewalk, she had seen everything. Everything was wearing a black faux fur coat, coincidentally resembling hyena fur, which was the first thing that caught Harley’s curious gaze. Curiosity killed the cat when the wearer of the coat walked right past her, trailing expensive perfume that had Harley turning, walking backward just to keep the scent drifting beneath her nose. Satisfaction brought the cat back when Harley’s inquisitive gaze caressed a profile straight out of a magazine, and she recognized immediately she’d just passed the Heiress to the Alcari Family fortune and empire.

Monica.

Oh sure, everyone knew of her, but to see her? That was a whole ‘nother experience and it left Harley breathless but not speechless. Definitely not speechless. The moment she’d gotten home it was all she could talk about, telling Pammy everything, from the scent of her intoxicating perfume to the beautiful curves of her profile. Pamela had listened with only brief barbs of jealous jabbing at her like rose thorns, but that changed considerably when Harley insisted they find a way to see her again. Heiresses live their lives in the public spotlight, it’s just the nature of a culture obsessed with celebrities--it was just the first time Harley or Pamela had found themselves right alongside the enamored masses.

Obsession is not a funny thing, no matter where you are. Like roots of a tree it plants itself firmly and then grows, no matter how little it’s nurtured but if it’s given water, given sunlight, if it’s fed, like fire it will grow. Harley kept Pamela on the cold Gotham sidewalk outside the Alcari building for four nights before Monica finally walked past again and in that moment, Pamela understood. She understood why Harley had begun cutting out pictures of Monica from magazines and hanging them on their bedroom walls. Pamela understood why Harley insisted on stealing several bottles of Monica’s perfume from a high-end perfume counter--it was perfume Harley sprayed on their bed pillows at night before they slept. Sweetest dreams Pamela had ever had. There was just something about this girl that forced the two Sirens into unfamiliar territory--for Pamela, at least. Harley was no stranger to obsession, to devotion that consumed her waking hours and filled her nights with vibrating toys and beginning Pammy to pretend Monica was in bed with them, too. Now that Pamela had seen Monica, laid eyes on her, was close enough to touch her, she understood. Fuel to Harley’s fire and the two of them were burning together.

Plans began to take root in the apartment. Pamela asking the smart questions, wanting to know how Harley knew Monica wasn’t just another Mistah J. But Harley knew just what to say--

“You wouldn’t be this way about her if she was! You always was the smart one, Pammy.”

It was an argument that quieted the last and only one of Pamela’s concerns. Harley was prone to obsessive behavior, like a child she fixated on her favorite toy and didn’t want to let it go, even when the toy was dangerous, as it was in the Joker’s case. Pamela wanted to be concerned that Harley was repeating history, but she couldn’t find it in her to think such negative thoughts about Monica. The two Sirens had been following her, both physically and over social media, for weeks by this point and she knew the other woman well enough to know there was no real danger, here.

The Sirens didn’t need to be worried. Monica did.

“It’s in the bedroom,” Pamela gestured toward their open bedroom door, biting back a soft laugh as Harley nearly sprinted to it, so eager was she to find her gift.

“Oh, what is it? Did you steal more of Monica’s clothing?! I really wanted that bikini she wore to that yacht party, I bet those skimpy little bottoms she wore smell like Heaven.”

It was true, Harley had begun the ritual of stealing clothes and objects from Monica’s penthouse weeks ago, and even Pamela had broken in to steal a few things as well, but at Harley’s question, Poison Ivy shook her head.

“Even better.”

Harley’s tongue poked between her grinning teeth as she turned in the doorway and immediately let loose an excited squeal, disappearing into the bedroom to claim her surprise. Pamela all but sauntered over to rest in the doorway, watching Harley leap onto the bed, bouncing twice even as she wrapped her arms around Monica’s waist.

The Heiress was bound to the headboard, her wrists wrapped in vine with a promise Pamela wouldn’t use thorns unless she tried to escape. Monica hadn’t, and her reward was being presented to Harley Quinn as a gift.

“Oh Pammy, it’s perfect, she’s perfect!” Harley’s seeking, obsessive fingers could not get enough of touching Monica, tickling and pulling, grasping and tugging at every inch of her. “Can we keep her? Huh? Is she gonna stay with us, now?”

Pamela’s gaze nailed Monica to the bed even as she answered Harley. “She is, Harl. She’s ours, now.”

At the word ours, Harley began nosing kisses against Monica’s tear-stained cheek, over-exuberant mwah, mwah, mwah’s that meant as much as kisses were made to mean. Monica could feel Harley meant the affection, as if the two of them had been dating for years. She knew who these two women were; loving in Gotham it would be difficult not to, but never in a million years did she think she’d ever be abducted by them--and not even for a ransom! No, when she offered to buy her freedom, Pamela had all but snorted--though the noise seemed a little too undignified for the woman known as Poison Ivy.

“Do you really think this is about money? Darling pet, this is about you. It’s always been about you.”

Monica didn’t have all the pieces to the puzzle but she saw enough of herself strewn through this apartment to know Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy were fully expecting her to be theirs, now. There was possession In Harley’s touch, in her kisses, and Monica’s eyes fluttered closed as Harley tipped her head up to kiss her square on the lips. The kiss was burning in it’s possessive desperation, as if Harley had been wanting to kiss her for years.

“Oh, she tastes like candy, Pammy! See, I told you, this ain’t no Puddin’,” Harley drew back but only slightly, running her tongue along the seam of Monica’s lips. “Candy’s already sweeter than Puddin’ ever was.”

“Candy, hm?” Pamela crossed the room on long, elegant legs to sit on the edge of the bed. Delicate fingers slid up the bare skin of Monica’s ankle, circling possessively as Pamela continued to lock eyes with Monica. “Our little candy girl.”

Harley laughed, an excited, happy sound as she pulled Monica in for more kisses, drinking from parted lips already swelling from the force of Harley’s desperation.

“Let her breathe, Harl,” Pamela chided with a soft laugh. “We have all the time in the world, now, and she’s going to faint if you don’t give her a little space.”

Harley broke the kiss just to hear Monica gasp slightly, and she brought her hand up, running her fingers over Monica’s kiss-swollen lips, her other arm around Monica’s petite shoulders. Harley was in every inch of Monica’s personal space, threading their legs together so that her knee was grinding slowly against Monica’s barely covered cunt.

“We finally got our little girl, Pammy,” Harley turned to smile at Pamela. “AIn’t she the sweetest? I told you she was, didn’t I?”

“It’s true,” Pamela turned her smile to Monica. “She told me the first day she saw you.”

“We’re your Mommies now, Candy,” Harley tapped her nail against Monica’s nose. “You’re gonna be our spoiled, pampered little girl, yes you are!”

Monica felt the bed shift and turned from Harley to see Pamela crawling up the bed, her sheer robe parting to reveal she wore nothing beneath. Monica bit back a whine as Harley pushed more insistently against her slit, rolling her clit just to elicit another noise, turning with excitement toward Pamela anytime Monica did anything. Monica had no idea what was happening to her life of routine and normalcy but she knew it was over. Pamela’s hand slid around Monica’s waist and as Pamela claimed her lips, Monica felt her head spin and wondered if Pamela was drugging her, again. She’d done it before, that was how she’d gotten Monica here in the first place. Monica was aware of Harley’s lips on her neck, her desperate, seeking fingers slipping up Monica’s shirt as Pamela’s moved between her thighs, forcing Harley’s knee back so Pamela could split Monica’s folds cleanly with long nails. Monica cried out against Pamela’s mouth, and immediately Harley was there.

“I know it’s a little scary now, Candy, but you’ll see, it’ll be fun!”

“I promise, you’ll adjust,” Pamela spoke against Monica’s lips, finding them just as sweet and intoxicating as Harley had promised. “You’ll be a good girl for your new Mommies, won’t you, darling?”

Monica’s head was swimming, and she was vaguely aware she was nodding. Whether that was Pamela’s influence or if some part of her was responding to the sinful touch between her legs, against her breast, she couldn’t say. Pamela kissed her again, stealing her breath, and Harley clung on a little tighter to the body they’d been coveting for agonizing weeks, now.

Love’s a funny thing, in Gotham. You’d be surprised how many different shapes and sizes it comes in, but as they say--

Mommy knows best.