Anonymous said:SORA-CHAN!!!!!! what anime do u plan to watch this summer? its not like im ccurious ok
EYE ZOOMS TO DGM….. hi tsundere anon-chan i haven’t rlly checked what animes will come but- MOB PSYCHO 100!!!!!!!!!!! HANDA-KUN!!!!!!!!!! DGM!!! IM SO PUMPED FOR THESE and others that i forgot rn but will probably remember later teehee!!!!!
Last movie I watched: Lazy Eye, one of the best acted (independent?) films I’ve seen in a while.
Last song I listened to: It was something on Sirius XM’s Octane channel. Rock but I can’t remember what.
Last book I read: I finished “Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis” and I’m currently reading “Doctor Sleep” by Stephen King. It’s freaking good.
Last thing I ate: Pepperoni bread from Little Ceasers
Where would you want to time travel to: Hmm, I don’t really have a desire to go backwards in time; mostly everything sucks more and more the further back you go, but I guess I wouldn’t mind a short peek at the West Indies Ocean in the 18th century to see actual sailing ships doing their thing ;)
Fictional character I would hang out with for a day: Atm it’s Thomas Hamilton. Let me sneak into one of his salons and hear him talk about social justice issues. <3
If I could be anywhere right now, where would I be: London, England. I’d love to visit there and see/visit all those famous places and to see Big Ben. Also to ride the top of a double decker bus bcz why not?
Current fandom obsession: Black Sails. Still. I’m watching other shows but I’m not active in their fandoms. I don’t want to move on yet. Or Ever. :D
Riccardo protested a little, holding onto the puppy closely. “I can walk by myself…I’m not weak…I’m not..” he breathed heavily, trying to stay awake and not pass out. He focused instead on naming the hellhound. “I wanna name you Oedipus, after one of my favorite stories…but…I think naming you Oedipus would be a curse cause you know….doing your mom wouldn’t be good yeah? Heh…what about Ceaser? Or do you like Oedipus? Don’t screw your mom if you like the name Oedipus…yeah…” He halfway laughed but coughed up some more blood and wiped his mouth. “S-Sorry…”
Upon being laid down Ricco weakly reaches out for Dominic and spooned him kissing his face. “Hey, I’m here…you okay? It was only thirty minutes this time…we can normally do an hour…” Dominic whimpered and pressed closer up agaisnt his twin, “I’m fine. Shut up…” He reaches over for Gilgamesh and petted him while Ricco petted his own puppy in reassurance. They spoke in unison to the hellhounds “I love you. I’m okay..”
Oedipus and Gilgamesh both stayed by the twins, Making sure they were ok, and time to time lifting their heads to touch noses with one another, wiggling their ears then going back to licking the boys faces and nuzzling them.
Demon pet both the parents as they rested their heads in his lap;.. He smiled as he pet them and kept an eye on the boys.
After that gorgeous handjob I definitely need something sweet and lovely. Like Harry surprising his missus with a candlelight dinner and stuff like that. Totally romantic and fluffy, ending up in bed hugging and snuggling.
A double update - woo! A short and sweet little something for those of you who love some cuddly Harry.
I love me some cuddly, surprise-filled, loving, boyfriend!Harry. It’s my absolute favourite - followed by sweaty, weak and submissive Harry. ;) ;)
Confusion laced with your words as you
stood in the doorway of the kitchen. In front of you stood a tired looking
Harry, a smile on his lips with an apron tied around his waist with a face
covered in flour and his hands covered in a sauce that you could detect as a lemon
and garlic marinade due to the aroma filling the large and brightly lit
kitchen. His green eyes were sullen and his eyelids looked heavy yet he looked
as happy as ever, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel before his arms opened
wide and he wiggled his fingers to summon you closer to him, to give him a hug
and to have you close after hours of being away from one another.
“Peaches, s’all this for, hm? Have I
forgotten something?” You wondered, your cheek pressed against his chest. “Are
your parents coming down from Cheshire? Is Gemma coming over? Oh, is it
February already? Is it your birthday? No, it’s just gone New Years,” you
whispered, looking up to him.
You were sure you’d forgotten
An important date; a birthday, a visit
from his family, an anniversary, maybe.
Harry always took it upon himself to
create a feast fit for thousands when it came to a special date or an organised
meal or a planned get together that required alcohol and snacks and homemade
sweet treats that had him slaving away in the kitchen for hours of the
afternoon. Hours that become filled with his sweet singing and his groans every
time something went wrong and the sounds of pots and pans clanging together in
a hasty movement of rushing to get everything finished.
But, you raked and raked your brain and
nothing came to mind. And a wash of relief coursed through your body when he
explained just what he was slaving in the kitchen for.
“Just want to show my love for you,
Gorgeous. I had a free afternoon, and you were busy with work and I got bored
and I just wanted to treat you and show you how much I love you,” he smiled,
his lips pressing against your forehead and lingering softly on your skin. His
warm breath fanning across your hairline and eliciting a soft yet content sigh
from your mouth, between your lips and brushing against his apron. “Cooked a
storm up in here today, m’tellin’ you. Had t’ changed clothes a couple o’ times
and I think I got some flour and some egg whites in my hair. Forgot it was on
my hands and I ran it through my hair to push it away from my face, and it got
all matted and sticky, so I need a shower before we eat or I’ll be scratchin’
“You’re awful,” you scoffed, pushing
his chest away. “What have you made today?”
“I’ve made a nice tomato soup with
those croutons that you like as well as a little chicken Ceaser salad that Lou
recommended to me. She said Lux absolutely loves when she makes it and she sent
me the recipe the other day. I’m cooking lemon and garlic marinated chicken at the
moment and some of your favourite herb-dusted baby potatoes with parsnips and
carrots boiling in the pans on the cooker,” he explained, looking down at you
as you snuck your head around his waist and gave his bum a soft pat. “And, I’ve
made us a chocolate treat that mum recommended.”
Peeking over his shoulder, you could
see bowls filled with a chocolate-looking icing and a spatula covered in
“And what has your mum recommended?”
“Some strawberry and chocolate cake. Of
course, I can bake a cake because I-“
“-used to work in a bakery. I know,”
you teased, a smirk forming on your lips as his eyebrows furrowed and formed a
soft dip at the top of his nose.
“Stop teasing me. I did used to work in
a bakery. Took you back there, din’t I? You loved the lemon cheesecake they had
there,” he reasoned, tapping the tip of your nose with his finger. A smile
forming on your lips as you retracted your hands from his bum and pushed at his
The lemon cheesecake.
The words had your mouth watering. It
was 3 years ago when Harry took you back to Cheshire for the first time, to
meet his family and to show you around the routes he knew and the rooms he grew
up in and the places he spent his childhood in – his primary school and his
secondary school, the fields he played football in, the parks he hung out in
with his friends, the college he applied for before his life changed for good,
as well as the place he shared his first kiss; but he never went in to too much
detail about the girl he did it with because he wanted to forget the rushed
decision he’d made, new memories wanting to be made by recreating his first
kiss with you, his current girlfriend who he loved dearly and knew was the one
he was going to marry.
But the one place he took you too, that
you loved and stayed within the walls of the longest, was the bakery he used to
work at. His face lighting up as the two of you walked through the back door,
an apron being thrusted into your hand as Barbara pulled Harry into her arms,
handing over a slice of cheesecake for you both to share. The sweet smelling
treat strong and yellow and gorgeously presented, a mint leaf sitting on top of
the thick layer. His old boss, patting his back and setting him to take the
front of the shop for an hour or two, was thrilled to have him back after so
long – his best worker.
“We’re off track, anyway. I made us a
chocolate cake with strawberries on the top as well as strawberry jam with the
chocolate frosting between the two layers. It tastes good, too,” Harry smirked,
turning on his socked heels and walking back towards the cooker, “and it’s
sitting in the fridge to stay moist and proper. We don’t want a warm cake.”
“Did you buy ice-cream? We cannot have
cake without ice-cream,” you stated, hopping up on the part of the counter that
looked evidently clean and unused, holding the half-empty carton of
strawberries. “Strawberry ice-cream always goes well with chocolate cake.”
“I have the carton of ice-cream with
chocolate, vanilla and strawberry ice-cream in. I think it’s still full from
when we babysat Lux,” Harry explained, lifting the lid of the saucepan, his
face engulfed by steam and disappearing behind the thick smoke. “Jesus. They
smell good,” and you could hear the grin in his voice. “Do you want to go and
get dressed out of your work clothes? I can see paint splatters and handprints
on your shirt.”
“S’actually your shirt,” you murmured
beneath your breath, a shy smile on your lips as Harry’s eyes widened and his
neck snapped towards you. “Sorry.”
“You wore my shirt to work?” He
questioned, a smirk on his lips. “Did I say you could wear my white shirt to
work, hm? I don’t remember saying you could raid my wardrobe and take one of my
expensive shirts,” he teased, amusement lacing his words as they rolled from
his tongue. Your eyes wide as you looked down at your fingers and toyed with
your nails. “Oi, m’jokin’, Gorgeous. My clothes are your clothes. Apart from my
jeans because you’ll trip over them.”
“Won’t get them up my legs because
they’re so tight,” you giggled, reaching for a strawberry and picking the stalk
off of the top. “Surprised your legs still work, if I’m honest, Peaches. And
your balls. I’m surprised they’re still release sperm.”
“Oi, they work very well, thank you.
The number of condoms I’ve fill can be proof,” Harry smirked, his teeth taking
his bottom lip as he chewed on the flesh lightly. “Besides, they work well and
we’re going to make babies. Lots of ‘em.”
“Alright. You have the easy part. All
you have to do is spunk in me and then I do the hard work,” you grunted,
jumping from the counter and stepping, with a large step, over to where Harry
was standing. His arms behind his waist as he tugged on the strings and undone
the knot at the base of his back, removing the neck of the apron and placing it
over the back of the stool underneath the kitchen island. “M’just goin’ to get
changed. Anything in particular? My pyjamas? My underwear?”
“I’d love for you to come down naked,
but, I’d like to eat rather than have sex with you on the counter,” he
whispered lustfully, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you to his
body. “I love you. Wear a nice something. We don’t get to go out but, it’s
always nice to dress up in our own house, right?”
“I prefer this anyway,” you smiled,
“it’s so much more private and we can kiss and be intimate without people
catching us in the act or taking photos or interrupting us.”
You loved his fans and his strong
fan-base supporting his every move.
And he loved them just as much.
They got him to where he was today and
he never stopped showing his appreciation, no matter he was; walking the
streets, getting a coffee from Starbucks, making a breakfast stop for the two
of you in the later hours of the mornings, eating in a restaurant with you
between lunchtime and dinner-time, or on his morning run when he was dressed
down in his hoodie and a pair of running leggings with his hair pulled back
into a tight bun with loose tendrils falling down his face and sticking to his
skin with the sweat building up in layers.
You’d been interrupted on many dates
and you understood that they were excited to see the one they admired and the
only that they loved with their entirety and the one that they had been wanting
to meet since the moment he was able to greet fans and take selfies with them
and hug them tightly as he whispered his ‘thank
you’s to them. But it was always nice to have a date in the comforts of
your own home, where you were one another’s company without the feeling of
being stared at or spoken fondly of or interrupted for chats and photos. It was
never part of the ideal date Harry had in mind, and it was then (in times when
all he wanted was to enjoy a dinner with you) that he wished he could click his
fingers and have the privacy he desired – privacy where he was left alone to be
intimate with you as you went out on normal dates and experienced the normality
of a relationship that should have come with the relationship you had together.
“You’re definitely right, although we
still run the risk of Horan coming up the steps and knocking on the front
door,” Harry chuckled, “he’s missed me.”
Dinner had gone down a treat.
With washed plates and full tummies and
wine-flavoured lips that were pressed together in soft kisses, the both of you
were content and happy and pleased with how the night had passed. The
conversations entailed of anything and everything that was unrelated to work,
because it was a Friday night and all you wanted was to unwind from the
stresses and forget about the work you would go back too on Monday morning –
the stresses of looking after children for a little under 5 hours, in a busy
nursery block, where your attention had to be divided by those who were in need
of being noticed and heard and where you had to be fully aware of what was
Conversations entailed plans being made
to visit his mother in Cheshire – because Harry claimed that he ‘never saw mum
as much’ and that he wanted to get more recommendations on food he can treat
He spoke about holidays and when you
had time off so he could whisk you away to an exotic country and treat you like
a queen – Hawaii and Greece being the top countries he mentioned more often
than none, and it was clear cut that he’d been researching hotels and flights
and seeing when the best time to go would be where the rooms weren’t all
occupied and you would be left alone to spend time together.
You spoke about parties and get
togethers as well as the newest upcoming party, slash, get together that Grimmy
was holding in a couple of weekends at his home – a Summer party that required
everyone to be there with booze and food and their party hats on because he
claimed it was ‘going to be the best
party thrown out of the entire list of parties thrown for Summer that year’.
But as the night came to a close, and
Harry’s hair was washed and dried from egg whites and yolk, and the both of you
were dressed in your pyjamas – a nice fitted yet thin sweater upon Harry’s body
with a pair of his black joggers hanging down his legs, whilst you dressed in
your sleep shorts and a loose white t-shirt of Harry’s that had gone through a
lot in it’s life time – lounging on the sofas with reruns of old programmes
that the two of you used to cuddle up and watch.
“We should head t’ bed in a bit,
Gorgeous. I can see you’re almost falling asleep over there,” he chuckled, the
sound rousing you from your state of tiredness. “S’almost midnight and you look
exhausted,” he stated, yawning soon after.
“Coming from someone who’s been cooking
all day and looks even more tired than me,” you teased, dropping your phone to
your chest and propping yourself up on your elbows. “Come sit over here. F’we
fall asleep, we fall asleep. I jus’ want some cuddles, really.”
And you need not say more.
Because he was up in a flash, and
making his way over to you, shuffling himself behind you and spooning you close
to his chest. His feet knotting with yours, with your ankles bashing together
every so often, and his arm snaking around your waist and settling upon your
belly where his fingers began to draw soft circles into the material of his
“You’re so comfy. Love bein’ this close
to you, Gorgeous.”
“Hmm. S’my favourite position,
honestly,” you whispered, twisting your body around and wrapping your arms
around his neck as you pressed your chest to his. “Love you,” you whispered,
your lips brushing against his.
“I love you too,” he whispered back,
before pressing his red wine-tasted lips to yours.
YOURINSTAGRAM: Hi, Peaches. Come cuddle with me. I miss your warmth and your cuddles and just you in general. You’re so close but so far. @harrystyles.
As a welcoming present/returning present I've decided to gather 27-ish of my favorite Pick-Up lines. Yes some will be well known, others not so much. I hope this will be useful to you, or you just find it funny! An like/reblog would be ace.