imagine a night


Iceland by the light of the full Moon. Just watch this one, this is great. I literally can’t find anything better to say, just watch it.

TFLN #11

Should I do a daddy kink and smut warning on this? Probs. Daddy kink and smut warning. Also, the beginning inspiration for this before my mind went in an entire different direction was this.

Previously posted to my old account.

Harry. Missus.

Harold. I have a question.

What’s with the pout, brussel sprout?

Excuse me?

You look melancholy. What has my boy’s feathers ruffled?

When did I look melancholy?

Today, Mr. Grumpy Gills.

Looks like someone got some pics taken when you left the gym.

And might I add… you look mighty darn fine.

Love, I’m not sad, that’s just my face.

That’s what they all say…

Was it leg day? Your legs look nice.

Oh, I hope it was ass day.

Gives me an excuse to massage it tonight…

Arm day, but you can still massage my ass tonight if you want…

I’ll never turn down a good ass massage.

What if it was from Niall?

Get me really drunk and then we’ll talk. x

Harold, I have beef with you.

Tell me…where in the FUCK is your scruff?

There’s a little left there, love.

No. Nope. It’s not enough.

Everyone kept telling me to shave it. I just figured it needed to go.



I miss it. Yes, it was annoying at times and my thighs were chafed, but I liked it on you.

Scrap what anyone else thinks. I’m sorry I ever told you to trim it.

Maybe I’ll grow it out a little before promo season starts. Jeff won’t let me leave the house looking like a bum.

Yet he lets you walk around wearing socks and sandals.

Hey, that’s enough out of you.

I’m also glad to see you retired the grey hoodie for yet another grey hoodie.

Oi, I think you’re looking to get punished.

Hm? And what if I am?

What are you going to do? Rub your five o’clock shadow on my thighs?

I can think of a few things, missy.

Is Daddy going to give me a spanking when he gets home?
Daddy is going to fucking destroy you when he gets home.

Tell me more.

And why should I?

Because I know how to make Daddy feel real good. And maybe if he tells me, I’ll do everything he wants me to do.

When I get home, I don’t care where you are, I’m going to fucking tear every piece of clothing off of you and fuck you right there. Pound my cock and get as deep as I can. I want you to feel me with every step you take tomorrow.

But I’m not going to let you finish. I don’t think you deserve it.

I think you should prove to me you deserve it.

I’ll give you whatever you want Daddy.

I think that pretty little face needs a makeover. What do you say?

Cover me, daddy. I want it all. x
I’ll be home in 5.

You’re in for a long night, missy.

madhardy replied to your postDo you ever think about how lucky we have been to…

honestly how easy would it have been for them to utterly ruin this show? turn it into some machismo obsessed pirate version of game of thrones??? IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO EASY AND INSTEAD WE HAVE SOMETHING NUANCED AND HUMAN AND BEAUTIFUL

it would have been………UNBELIEVABLY easy fsdjklfskdjlf. you’re so right. which is part of why I think that’s what most people expect from this show before watching. I’VE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY TO BE PROVED WRONG :’’)

and tbh, it’s really easy to sit back and point out the flaws in something that’s finished, and much much harder to create that thing from scratch. every time I remember that and then remember all the things this show got so right, I’m just like………….that is miraculous. I never would’ve been able to do it. it’s just beyond me. they have done some really spectacular stuff 👏🏼

Continued from @shoegazerx‘s lovely art HERE

Will had never been more confused.

Hannibal had been gone nearly a fortnight but he could not get the huntsman out of his head. Imagined encounters filled his nights and hopes for the huntsman’s return took up his daily daydreams.

The dwarves, in particular Beverly, seemed to be amused by his enthrallment.

“Something she cannot have control over,” Beverly said, clapping him on the shoulder, “Love.”

Will was quick to assure that it was not love. He knew that this was not, nor would it ever be.

Though mere days later, the Prince would know what it meant to have his heart broken.

Will had been practicing with the bow, the hand-carved arrows felt so right in his hand, when the familiar voice shocked him into missing the target.

“You’re still here, Will, I would have thought you gone.”

Will blushed, turned to get another arrow. “There has been no reason t…”

The hand on his shoulder made Will startle; he turned abruptly and fell into Hannibal’s embrace. The huntsman smirked, “The danger of the Bedelia’s army is not a reason? The woman herself?”

Will pulled back, chilled and somewhat annoyed. “You last spoke as if you yourself did not fear her so why…”

Hannibal pulled out his dagger and to Will’s surprise, an apple.

“I fear no one, Prince. That does not mean you should feel the same,” he cut a piece of apple and chewed it.

Will had not had apples in ages, the orchards were too close to the castle to be safe. “You have been to the Whispering Woods.”

Hannibal smiled. “I have been many places, done many things,” he cut a piece of apple, stopped just short of eating the piece and offered it to Will. 

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Late Night Cuddles || Jughead

Just some Jughead fluff to help my obsession Pairings: Jughead Jones x reader Your POV A laugh escaped your lips as you covered your face with your hands and curled into his side. Jughead wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he tried to suppress his laugh. Jughead moved slightly so that he was hovering above you, pinning your hands by the sides of your head. Your giggles died down as you got lost in his blue eyes. A grin spread across his lips as he looked down at you. Suddenly becoming self conscious, you shifted under his gaze and looked away from his eyes, a blush forming on your cheeks. “Stop.” you mumbled, looking back at his eyes. “Stop what?” He asked, the smirk forming on his lips once again. He leant down, his face only a centimetre away from yours. He breath fanned over your face as he closed the ga, pressing his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss before he pulled away. “Beautiful” He whispered before pressing a kiss to your cheek and laid back down beside you. Grinning you laid your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his chest. “I love you.” You whispered closing your eyes. “I love you too.”

Originally posted by juptern

More than one night

Title: more than one night

Anonymous asked: Sherlock x reader , the reader was pregnant and never told him so she left, years later her son, who is just as smart as Sherlock deduces he is his father… Please (:

Characters: Sherlock, you, your son Max

Pairing: Sherlockxreader

Warnings: one night stand?

Word count: 522

________________________________________________________________________________________ It had been years since you had seen Sherlock Holmes. It was an one night stand and you were surprised the detective had agreed to something like that. It was the best night of your life but the two of you agreed to never talk about it and to never see each other again. That all happened a long time ago and you were sure it wouldn’t come back to haunt you, yet there he stood. The one and only Sherlock Holmes. High cheekbones, coat turned up and the blue scarf tightly wrapped around his neck. You wanted to vanish, to run away and never look back but you couldn’t. You would have to play it off smoothly. You didn’t want your son to get suspicious and most of all you didn’t want him to know he came from an one night stand. “come on Max, I’ll get you some ice cream” you said. “I’m 14 mom, stop talking to me like I’m 4” he said irritated. “fine, then you pick what you want to do” you said tired. “I want to see why there are so many cameras over there” he said already running off in the direction of the famous detective. Fuck this can’t be good you thought. “Max wait” you shouted. Slowly the detective turned around, recognizing your familiar voice. “Y/N?” he asked astonished, standing only a few feet away from you. “hello Sherlock” you greeted him. “you lied to me!” Max exclaimed. “you told me my dad was fighting in Vietnam!” he screamed. “Max please” you tried to calm him down. “he’s my son?” Sherlock asked slowly. You nodded in agreement. “are you sure?” he asked again. “yes Sherlock of course I’m sure” you said starting to get irritated. “I’ve missed you Y/N” Sherlock said. “you missed me? You could have called or deduced where I was couldn’t you?” you asked astonished. “I didn’t think you would want to see me after that night. I didn’t think you would want to be with me” he said softly. “at first I didn’t” you confessed. “but I started to miss you too Sherlock. I tried contacting you some time ago but I never got a reply and I thought you wouldn’t want to be with me” you whispered. “would you want to move in with Y/N?” Sherlock asked out of the blue. “what?” you asked breathless. “I understand if it’s too much to ask but I’d like to have you by my side” Sherlock confessed. “what about Max?” you asked. “he’s my son Y/N, I would love to be a dad to him” Sherlock said looking at Max. “you will never leave us?” you asked. “never” Sherlock said as he placed a kiss on your temple. “Max come on over here” you shouted. Max came a running. “do you want your mom and dad to live together?” you asked him. “yes!” he shouted excited. “then it’s decided” you grinned. “I’ll show you my apartment, we can live there if you want to.” Sherlock said. I might have to inform John he has to move out then he thought to himself.

Originally posted by lockjawn


In honor of my new-found love of Harry’s little mustache-beard-scruff thing, here is this. Also, if you want to talk about Harry’s little mustache-beard-scruff thing, please come on over to my inbox.

PS. This is a continuation from TFLN #4, which is kind of a continuation of TFLN #3.

PSS. The candle scents are taken from Yankee Candle’s website, because I didn’t know this loser would show up at an actual candle store only days after I post my candle TFLN. So, don’t go looking for these scents at Diptique. You will be very disappointed.

Previously posted on my old page.

Harry. Missus.

Hey, H. Question.

What’s up?

Two things. One, yellow looks good on you. Actually, no. Three things. Two, why do you always look so confused in pictures? And three, who you buying candles for?

Who said I was buying candles?



I might’ve bought us something…

If it’s not the chocolate layer candle, don’t even bother coming home.

Even better.

Bear with me on this.

Dear lord, please give me the strength to deal with this man…

I bought us the Nutcracker candle.

I’m going to crack your nut.

Babe, it smells like a dream! You even said so!

YES, but I thought my scruffy boyfriend would smell the chocolate layer cake candle and cum his pants!


I’m in public.


Don’t even start with me.

Jesus, I kiss you with that mouth.

I will happily take the nutcracker candle, but only if we light it while we dress up in matching ugly Christmas sweaters while we bake cookies while listening to Mariah Carey’s Christmas album on repeat.

I’m sorry, this isn’t a Harry. Who is this?

Oh, shut it you loaf. Elf is on tonight, you in?

You bring the wine, I’ll bring the cuddles.

And the Nutcracker candle?
And the Nutcracker candle x
Just please, don’t crack my nut. I would like to repopulate with you one day.

Oh, is that so?

Yes. Yes it is.

Don’t even start with me on that topic. I saw Meredith and Ben’s baby, and I cried for about five minutes.

That cute, huh? x


Harry I want a little one so I can play with its tiny fingers and toes.

Well if it’s my kid it won’t have tiny fingers and toes.

Let me dream, will you?

Speaking of tiny fingers and toes, why haven’t you trimmed the scruff, hm?

Wait, what?

My thighs hurt, Harry. They are red. You can’t have an early breakfast anymore unless you do something with your second run through puberty.

You were telling me how much you loved it this morning, if I am correct…

“Oh, Harry. You look so handsome and rugged, I just can’t keep my hands off of you. You look so sexy. I just want to take you right here.”

Okay, that’s exaggerated and you know it.

But I do look handsome and rugged…

All the time. You don’t even have to try. X

Now, I’m in dire need of Will Ferrell, your cute butt, and the smell of cracking nuts.

Oh fuck me, I rhymed.
Okay :) x

  • Piper: Why am I not a banana?
  • Annabeth: Because your genetic code dictates that you are human. However, it should please you to know that you share 50-60% of your DNA with a banana.
  • Piper: Woah, thanks, Annabeth
  • Percy: Are you telling me that some people are 10% more banana than other people?

I want the reunion for Feysand in ACOTAR #3 to be as dramatic as the first time we saw Rhys in ACOMAF at the wedding.  I want a bunch of chaos and confusion going on and then out of nowhere Rhys appears, bows in front of Feyre and say, “My High Lady” with a smirk in front of everyone.

Dress (Sugar daddy!Calum smut)

Summary: You wear a dress guaranteed to send Calum up the wall (okay pls I can’t do summaries but it’s sugar daddy and they fuck and ahhHH hot stuff!)

Word Count: 4.8k (SO LONG OH MY GOD)

Warnings: There’s three sections of smut! Yes, three! Also daddy kink and bondage ;)

A/N: Jfc you have no idea how much effort I’ve put into this! I really hope you like it, I think it’s pretty good, if I do say so myself <3

Originally posted by cashtonkinks

For my CEO!5sos blurb night with @felicityash and @pretendtobepunkrock!

Crisp shirts. Sparkling cufflinks. Neat sheets. 

Just some of the many things that spring to mind when you think of him. 

Calum Hood, CEO of Hood Incorporations, hasn’t left your mind ever since you met to discuss a partnership deal. Your father owns a business similar to Calum’s and you, his devoted daughter, handle some of the more day-to-day tasks, including meeting with the extremely attractive business partner.

From the start you knew Calum was different. Maybe it was the elegance in which he operated, the silky smoothness embedded in his voice. 

Or, perhaps, it was the fact that he’d had you spread across his desk within ten minutes of your first encounter. 

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Happy Holidays!!

Find yourself the nearest Light Bulb of Unusual Color and make a wish!

Hoping you’re surrounded by those you love and are staying warm!

Jefferson: So what I believe you are trying to say, is “thank you”.

Hamilton: “Thank you”?!

Jefferson: You’re welcome!

Hamilton: N-no that’s not what– i mean, why would I ever say–

Jefferson: I know it’s a lot. The hair, the bod..

Hamilton: oh my god