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- IMAGINE: Telling Jon that you are pregnant with his child.

Jon sits in a chamber together with Sam, doing some paper work and preparing the war against the white walkers. You thought Jon would be alone here and so you look surprised at Sam. “Oh, excuse me. I thought I would meet only you, I will come back later.” Sam stands up from his chair and stretches his back. “No, it alright. I need a pause anyway and Jon too. I will go to the maester to send some ravens.”

“Thank you Sam.”, you smile at him and head towards Jon, after the door is shut. He looks tired and you just want to take him to bed with you. “Is anything wrong?” he asks and look curiously in your eyes, Jon way to look at you always melts your heard. “No, nothing is wrong. Well, not really. I don’t know how to tell you this, but I have to, someday you will find it out anyway-“

“Y/n, just say it how it is. You don’t have to be afraid or something like that.” You take a deep breath and try to find the right words. “Alright. I'm pregnant with our child, I know this ain’t the right time to have a child..” Jon pulls you into his arms and holds you tight, while you close you eyes. He doesn't talk but the way he holds you is all you need right now. “He will hopefully grow up in a better world.”

“Or she.”

“Oh...”

#game of thrones imagine #game of thrones #jon snow #jon snow x reader #jon snow imagine

- IMAGINE: Newt seeing you for the first time.

You enter the ministry of magic to get to work. While passing a colleague, Theseus Scamander, you can see him with a man who looks quite like him. Newt can't get his eyes off of you. “Newt? Newt?! Are you listening to me?! You are in great trouble and I don’t know if I will be able to get you out of it!” Newt doesn't pay attention to Theseus, all he can think of is the beautiful woman, who just has passed him.

#harry potter #fantastic beasts imagine #fantastic beasts and where to find them #newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #harry potter imagine

Hey there! I was wondering if you could do a sherlock one with #1 and #21? Thanks!

It's up, hope you enjoy it :)

A late night walk

Fandom: Sherlock

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Words: 1069

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long to write again. My life is a little struggle right now but I want to update twice a week now. I hope you enjoy reading this story! ♡

“Y/n! Open the door!” You sight. It is 10 PM and all you want to do is to lay on the couch and watch some trash on the TV, but Mr. Sherlock Holmes himself thinks it is his job to keep you awake with silly stuff for a case. Well, actually it is his job, you work for him since almost one year and he loves it to keep you busy. All day and all night. You enjoy your job but it ain’t easy always, Sherlock doesn't like you but he likes your work. John likes you and your work. You like John, your work but maybe you like Sherlock a little bit more than you should. This confuses you a lot. Sherlock ain’t a good boss, but when you spend an evening together in his flat, trying to solve a case, then there is a kind of feeling in the air. He doesn't speak, you either, but sometimes Sherlock looks at you. You feel his gaze and when you look back to him his reactions are always quite weird. One time he threw you out of his flat. The other day he took his laptop and he went silently in the kitchen and continued to work there. Sometimes his behaviour hurts your feelings but with the time you got used to it and to the thought, that he would never like you back.

“Sherlock. Go away, I'm not done with my work yet. I can't help you with the case right now.” You shout from your couch and you don't even think about getting up to open the door. “But it ain’t about the case. I need you to come with me.”

“Sherlock I said no, I want to go to bed soon.” You can hear him sight on the other side and soon there are steps to be heard. Thank God, who knows where he wanted to take you. You lay down and soon your eyes get heavy until you drift into a dream.

“Y/n?” Somebody strokes your cheek carefully and you open your eyes to see some blue eyes looking down at you. Suddenly it hits you like a punch, Sherlock sits next to you, stroking you cheek while he is so close that you can smell his perfume. How did he came into your flat? You push him away and try to get up. “Sherlock Holmes, what are you doing here on my couch in my flat?” He stands up and tries to not look into your eyes. “I told you already. Please come with me.”

“But no. I want to sleep, I don’t want to work now!”

“No, no work. I need you to come with me. Please.”

“I hope for you that it hasn't anything to do with a murder, a corpse or something like that. Promise me this!”

A smile appears on his lips and he nods. “Promise.” You go to your bedroom and change to something warmer, the night is cold and you don’t know where Sherlock wants to take you.

Minutes later the both of you walk through the streets of London. The air is frosty and you can see your breath. Sherlock doesn't talk but the silence is somehow comfortable. Sometimes people pass you, laughing, joking, being loud, but that doesn’t bother either one of you. You don’t know where Sherlock leads you, this town seems to be a different one than at day. “So.. how was your day?” It isn't easy for Sherlock to do small talk and you see how hard it is for him to try it. “Well, I worked with you, it was a pleasure as always. Then I went home, had some food and after that I fell onto my couch. It didn’t took long until you arrived and now I'm here with you.”

“Right..” That is all Sherlock has to say and the silence is back again. As much as you enjoy it, you have to find out where you war going. “I'd like to know now where we are going.”

“To be honest I don't know.” Sherlock is strange, that's a fact, but even for him it is a strange situation. “Okay then what are we doing here?”

“I like London at night. It's way more peacefully and quite. It’s calm and beautiful. Just like you.”

“What? Sorry?”

“Excuse me, I had a strange thought today. Maybe it is because of this case. You know, work can drive you crazy. Maybe I should take some time off? Well, we will see us tomorrow, have a good night.” Sherlock turns away and looks up into the sky.

The way he treats you hurts a little bit but it is Sherlock, isn't it? That’s the way he is. “Okay then.. good night.” You turn around and begin to walk home. Your stomach hurts and you are disappointed. Suddenly you can hear Sherlock yelling your name. “Y/n. Please wait.” You face him and he comes quickly towards you. “I'm not good at this. I'm sorry. I have never done this before.”

"Done what?"

“Liking someone. Liking someone more than I like myself. I don’t know how to handle this. I like the way you talk, the way you look so concentrated while doing different things. Being and working with you a pleasure but I want more than just work with you. I like you and all I want to know is.. would like to spend some time with me? Not with a case or something like that. Just us two doing anything you like.”

“Do you mean a date?”

“If you like to called it so. Yes.” It’s like a strange dream, you stand here with Sherlock. The night is cold and the stars are shining. You discover a whole new side of this mysterious man, a side he didn't know it would exist. “Okay Sherlock. I would love to have a date with you.” A smile appears on his perfect lips and it seems like he is a lot more comfortable right now. “You don’t know how happy I am right now. Would you like to come with me? Don't get this wrong. Maybe we can order some food.”

“At 11 PM?”

“Come on we are in London. I would be dissapointed if there ain’t a restaurant which doesn't deliver at this time.” You laugh and nod. “Okay, let’s go.”

The both of you go into the night, heading to Sherlocks flat and into a night full of new feelings.

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Omg i just saw your post recommended to me by tumblr, i just want to ask how many requests you got? I have an idea but i dont want to tire you or overwhelm you if you’ve got a lot already... bye bye <3<3<3

Hey, I currently got 7 or 8 requests but today was the last day at school so I'm free now for the rest of the year. That means I will be able to write more so send me a message and we can talk about your idea.💞

Hi! I.m a new follower. I have a prompt request: Fluffy #26 from your list, said by Mycroft Holmes to the reader, his friend since childhood (if you do reader inserts). Please and thank you! I can’t wait to see what you do with it!

It's up on my blog. I hope you enjoy it, maybe you'll leave a message to let me know what you think of it.😋💞

Only you.

Fandom: Sherlock Holmes

Pairing: Mycroft x reader

Words: 1962

A/N: This was a request with a prompt from my new prompt list (“It was you. The whole time only you.”) It is my first time writing Mycroft and I hope it is okay the way I've wrote it. I hope you enjoy reading it. ♡♡

PS: Requests are open guys. :)

It is a rainy day at the beach. You are new in this town and there are no children which want to play with you. Most of the time you would be here building sandcastles.

A boy stands in front of you, looking down at your building. “Can I play with you?” You nod but still being curious about him. “My name is Mycroft. And yours?”

“Y/n"

“Okay y/n, should I go and collect some shells for the castle?”

“Let’s collect them together.”, the both of you stand up and begin to walk down the beach. The wind is cold and the sky is dangerously grey. Slowly you started talking with Mycroft and you had a lot of fun. “Who lives in your castle? The queen?”

“No, she already has one. That’s my castle.” Mycroft lays his shells in your tiny hands and rubs the sand of his knees. “Can I live there too?” A smile appears on your face. There aren't a lot of children which try to play with you, the reason is you seem to be strange to them. All the time you play alone, but now having someone, who wants to spend time with you, fills you with joy.

Since this day you've been friends with Mycroft. Together you were able to hate other people and to judge them. But time changed, after school Mycroft began to work in London and you moved away to study. Not to forget the last time you've met which went awfully wrong.

“Miss y/l/n, I need to see you.”, your boss ain't a nice person, you hate him and if you could you would resign from this job, unfortunately you need the money.

Sitting in front of him makes you uncomfortable, his dirty eyes pierces you, his yellow smile causes nausea. “So Miss y/l/n, we need you to go to London for a meeting. We got a new client and I need someone who can represent this company in the best way. You aren't my first choice, I wanted Miss Davis to go but she thought it would be a great time to give birth to her baby.” You can tell that he's angry. He ain't angry because I have to go, you know that, it’s because there is one less mare in his stable.

“I'd go myself but I have to take care of another client. So you have to go. Tomorrow is the meeting.”

“But I'm not prepared, I don’t know the client, I don’t know the case, nothing.”

“Believe me, you know the client, he will tell you about this case.” You don’t have a choice, a nod is all your boss gets before you leave his office.

You sit in a warm car while the rain runs down the window. It’s a typical day in London and you enjoy this because this city has its own charm. The last time you were here was some years ago. Mycroft invited you to see his new workplace, while you weren't sure if this is legal Mycroft gave you a private tour of the whole building. “Mycroft? I’m not sure if this is allowed.” All you were able to hear was a laughter and a click when he opened another door with his new, own keys. “I don’t know since when you care about rules..”

“I still don’t care about rules but Mycroft, this is the fucking Buckingham palace, you can lose your job!”

“Not if no one finds out.” He opened a large door and behind it was a balcony. You stepped out, enjoying the sight over the large estate in front of you. The night was cold, a little bit windy, but beautiful. While you looked into the sky Mycroft stepped next to you. “I can't believe how beautiful this is. It's strange to imagine you working here. Well... no, it suits you.”

A smile appeared on Mycrofts face. “Thank you.” He hasn't talked that much the last few days, that made you uncomfortable. There was a special connection between the two of you, he looked differently at you, talked softer and his hands searched for more contact than usually. You liked it, since a very long time you felt some kind of love for him, of course Mycroft knew that. Not only because of his brilliant mind, Sherlock mentioned it every time you've visited them at home, which made you mad. But Mycroft never lost a word about it, so it was a suspicious feeling knowing, that he tried to come closer to you now. “Y/n, there is something I need to tell you. But I don’t know how and it’s not the right time...”

“It’s okay Mycroft. I feel the same.” Finally, you thought, it’s going to happen.

“I know. Y/n, the thing is.. this is my work now. I don’t know what will happen in future, what kind of people I will meet or problems. I don’t know how to handle this with you on my side.” You felt like a train hit your stomach. “So what do you mean?”

Mycroft sighted while he tried to avoid eye contact. “I guess we will have less contact in the future, I need to concentrate on my work and on Sherlock.” Tears filled your eyes, suddenly the cold air bothered you, everything bothered you, even Mycroft. “So you brought me to this beautiful place to tell me that you have feelings for me but don’t want to spend time with me in the future. It’s like a cut to get away from me?!”

“Y/n.. no, please let me explain-"

“No this is egoistic Mycroft Holmes. I know you have problems with feelings, I know that you don’t know how to handle them sometimes but this is just huge crap.” The tears began to run down your cheeks and Mycroft didn't know what to do. “Escort me out. Now.” He looked down at his feet, nodded and showed you the way outside. None of you talked while you walked through the building. At the gate Mycroft tried to talk to you. “Don't go just like that.”

“You want me to go!”

“No.. yes.. but not like that. Not after all this time.” His voice was shaking, he tried to reach for your hand but you took it away. “Goodbye Mycroft Holmes.”

“Goodbye...”

This memory causes you to feel sad. All the years your thoughts were by Mycroft, what he's doing and how. You miss him but there was no way to get in contact with him again. Until now..., the heat rises in your head, your palms begin to sweat. Mycroft is this important client and as soon as it is clear to you the door of the car opens and you have to go out. Two huge men are waiting for but your thoughts are only about Mycroft. “Miss y/l/n? Please come with us, your new client waits inside.” You can’t remember walking these hallways with Mycroft but perhaps you are just to excited to see him. One man knocks at the door and a silent “Come in" could be heard. You enter the room and there he sits.

A little bit older than the years before but also greater just like you've imagined him all the years. His eyes meet yours and his hard expression gets soft, for a couple of seconds he doesn't know what to say. “You can go now, thank you.”, the men get out of the room and now it’s just the two of you. “Y/n...”

“You look good.”

Mycroft clears his throat. “Yes well.. uhm. Sherlock. He is in trouble.” It is a surprise to you, not that Sherlock is in trouble but that he needs help is something new to you. The both of you talk about the case just like you’ve never met before but your looks at each other were full of feelings. “I will stay in London until this problem is solved.”

“Thank you. Do you got a hotel?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” Silence. You just look at each other, feeling the tension in the air. “So, you are my client?”

“Great.”

Silent. Again. You are angry about the fact that Mycroft behaves like you two don't share a past. “Why me?”

“Sorry?”

“Why did you have to get me here to solve this problem. After all these years of silent I have to come here to help Sherlock?”

“What do you want? Talk about the years which have passed?”

You smiled ironically. “Perhaps?! We’ve been friends for a long time, that’s what people do when they see each other again after a long time!”

“Okay, what do you want to hear?” All you want to hear is that he missed you, that he is sorry. “You know Mycroft, I’ve thought a lot about this moment. How we will meet again, why and how it will end.-“

“So did I.”

“To be honest, I don't know how to handle it. You seem so strange but at the same time so familiar. I have missed you so much but also I've hated you. I don’t know anything about your life right now. Do you have a wife? Do you have children?”

“What do you think?”

“I don't know! I guess I want you to be happy. And that’s it.” Mycrofts expression don't reveal anything, this man still is a huge secret to you. “Is there somebody in your life?” You shake your head and look down at the desk. Mycroft stands up from his chair, walks to the window while his hands are behind his back. “This evening a couple of years ago didn't went as I wanted it to. I loved you and this new job and all the problems and dangers made me fear for you safety. I didn't wanted you to get in trouble or danger because of me. I wanted you to be save, maybe it was the wrong way to push you away so you would be save.”

“It was.”

Mycroft turns to you. “I know.” He steps away from the window towards you, your stomach is filled with butterflies and your cheeks get rosy because of the heat in your head. “I wish I could turn back time so we could be together and I could take care for you. There ain't anybody in my life, it was you. The whole time only you. I never was able to escape from my love for you and maybe it was also wrong to get in touch with you like that but I needed to see you again, even if it would be the last time.”

“Do you want it to be the last time?”

“My good y/n of course not. But I could imagine that you want it to be and I would understand this.”

“I don’t want it.” Mycroft reaches for your hand, looks in your eyes and smiles. “May I can have the permission to kiss you?” You nod and the soft feeling of his lips appears on yours. It feels like a dream after all these years. You interrupt the kiss after a couple of seconds. “You arranged this, don't you? It isn't a coincidence that I have to solve a problem for Sherlock.”

“There ain’t no problem to solve.”

“Mycroft!”

“How was I supposed to get you here? Calling you after all these years? Showing up at your door?”

“You know where I live?”

“Of course. I needed to know that you are safe. I didn't spy you but I knew your problems and some of them I've solved for you.” You don’t want to know how or why, all that matters is Mycroft. There will be time to argue with him about that but it ain't the right time.

#sherlock x reader #sherlock oneshot #sherlock #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #mycroft x reader #mycroft oneshot

Hey love 💕 can I ask for 5 and 50? ☺

If you could tell me which fandom and person/s I would like to write for you. 😋♡

Hello ladies and gentlemen.

I know it’s been a long time since I've wrote something but here I am. Ready for some requests. Feel free to request something with the prompts down below or request anything you want. I'm here, I want to write. I hope some of you will hit my ask box.

Have a wonderful Christmas time. ♡

Fandoms I write for:

• Sherlock

• Game of Thrones

• Harry Potter

• Fantastic Beasts

• Hunger Games

• LOTR/ The Hobbit

• Vikings

• Pretty little liars

I will write everything you want, including smut.

General prompts:

1. It’s very late, where are we going?

2. I won't do that.

3. Let’s play a drinking game.

4. Have you seen my pants?

5. Catch me if you can!

6. That was me..

7. Are you cold?

8. Didn't you read the sign?

9. Guess I'm a little bit drunk.

10. But that’s mine!

11. We have to be quite.

12. Prove it.

13. Why are we whispering?

14. Oh my God, I'm having so much fun!

15. Don’t tell anyone!

Love prompts:

16. Let’s have a dance.

17. I never loved someone as much as I love you.

18. Do you want to marry me?

19. Are you jealous?

20. I just want to protect you!

21. I can't stop thinking about you.

22. I'm lonely without you.

23. Let’s cuddle now

24. You'd be a great parent.

25. Let’s have a baby.

26. It was you. The whole time only you.

27. I'm only dreaming of you.

28. You feel like paradise.

29. I will never leave you.

30. You are my home.

Angst prompts:

31. Tell me I'm wrong.

32. You fucked it up.

33. I can explain.

34. Leave right now!

35. Please stay with me.

36. How much did you hear?

37. Can you hold me please?

38. I trusted you!

39. Let me help you.

40. Thanks for nothing.

41. They are not back yet.

42. Guess we are over now.

43. That’s the reason why I’m alone.

44. No one likes you.

45. I never loved you.

Smut prompts:

46. Fuck me. Now.

47. Take off your clothes.

48. Bend over.

49. Want to have some sex?

50. Moan. Louder.

51. Get on your knees.

52. Say it.

53. Your body is so beautiful.

54. Close your eyes.

55. Deeper!

56. Why don't you stay the night?

58. Get out!

57. You are amazing.

59. Turn the lights off.

60. Your first time?

So I'll stay right here, waiting for your ideas.

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Affirmations for fanfic authors

It’s okay to take a break. - We all need time to recharge, and your fans will still be there when you get back!

It’s okay to go from fandom to fandom. - Nobody is going to criticize you for following your muse, and if they do, then you know who not to associate with in the future!

It’s okay to have a niche. - If smut is where it’s at, then write smut. If you’re all about the fluff, then schmoop away. If angst is what does it for you, then invest in tissues. Nobody has the right to tell you that you should be doing something else if that isn’t what interests you!

It’s okay to be critical of your own work. - Just don’t allow yourself to become so self-deprecating that you freeze!

It’s okay to ask for help. - If you’re unsure of a trope, concept, fact or universe, reach out to your circle of friends. Chances are, they’ll be more than happy to help you because they want to see you succeed!

It’s okay to ignore criticism. - Constructive criticism is only constructive if it helps you. If someone says something that doesn’t assist or improve you in any way, then please feel free to ignore whatever nugget they are imparting, because chances are good they don’t have the best of intentions for you!

It’s okay to stop writing all together. - Your fans will miss you (and chances are good you have way more than you realize,) but sometimes, you just gotta do you!

It’s okay to write with whatever method works for you. - Long writing marathons where you bang out 12,000 words in one day? Great! Linear, dry style that means you occassionally get stuck because you can’t figure out this scene, but it’s all worth it in the end? Rad! Piecemeal work that you thread together at the end? Fabulous! As long as it works for you, there is no wrong way to write!

It’s okay to have fun. - I think this goes without saying, no? But it seems that sometimes, authors need permission. So consider this permission to wile the hell out, and enjoy the ride!

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I think there’s a few of us needing this right now, myself included.

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signal boost for my writer friends

Warning: Daddy!Kink

You come home after a long day at work, throwing your bag into the corner. "Babe? You home?" Your husband yelled in the bathroom. Slowly you inhaled:"Yes who else should be here?"

"Come into the bathroom. Guess you need a little punishment for your behaviour." While you took your shoes off, you headed upstairs. You just wanted to hug your husband after a long day at work, cuddle and head to the bed. You opened the door and there he stood. Fully naked, looking at you while his dick was thick. "Do you wanna suck this dick?" This was quite a suprise. You were staring at his long member while you felt a familiar feeling between your legs. Slowly your knees touched the ground, you headed toward his dick. Your tongue licked the tip and tasted the pre cum. Harry locked at you and your eyes met. "Be a good girl and suck. I will make you happy afterwards." Your hands began to stroke you could hear moans out of Harrys mouth, after you closed your mouth around his long member. "My god y/n.. yes.." Harry started to thrust into your while he held your head. His hand began to take your hair and you could feel the sweet pain while he pulled it. The control turned him on, your tongue playing with his tip, feeling how you suck him. You could tell that he was close and suddenly he took his dick out of your mouth.

"Stand up." As he said you stood up and looked him his eyes. Harrys lips met yours, his tongue played with yours, his fingers slipped into your jeans and began to play with your clit. "Guess you want to have some relief, don't you? You've been a good girl." His fingers began to be slippery as he played with you. Moans escaped your mouth your nail grabbed into his arms. "Say it to me."

"Please, take me."

"Please take me?", you could hear him laugh slightly.

"Fuck me daddy."

Your orgasm wanted to escape your body. "Don't you dare to come.", he whispered in your ear, starting to push one finger inside, feeling how wet your were for him, "I will make you come if you deserve it. Do you deserve it baby girl?"

Your vagina started to contract while Harry thrusted his fingers inside of you. "Hell, Harry yes. Please."

Soon you would come but just before your could have your orgasm, Harry pulled his fingers out, leaving you disappointed. "Turn around baby, I want to see your pretty ass while I fuck you.", Harry said and slapped your ass. Sweet pain went through your body. Slowly you turned around while you take off your jeans and thong. Your hands touched the wall, your eyes closed and you knew you were ready. Harry put his dick gentle inside of you but his thrusts were hard and wanting. His fingers grabbed your hips and you began to moan.

"Louder." he just whispered. You began to almost reach your climax so you moaned louder. But that enough for your man. "I said louder babe!" So you began to moan as if you both were alone on this world. "Say yes daddy!"

"Yes daddy! Fuck me!" , your moans began to be screams.

"Good girl" His thrusts drove your crazy, Harry slapped you again and your orgasm hit you hard and your legs were shaking. While your orgasm reached its high, Harry came inside of you, moaning your name. You felt his breath at your cheek, he took out his member and you felt his hot semen at your leg. "So, let's head to the bedroom honey."

Part 2 in the bedroom? ;) :)

#harry styles #harry styles smut #one direction #harry styles imagine

Can you please do a part 2 on the Jon Snow cheating!! Please?

I will write two different parts, one with a happy ending and one which will break your hearts.

Telling Sherlock you are pregnant would include...

- Telling him that you are pregnant and he can't believe it first. "What? What about birth control?" Oups, seems like you forgot to take your pill.

- "I can't raise a child. He or she has the best chance to become a murderer because of me. I can't show enough love and attention and that will be the tragic reason why our child will kill people. Because it thinks that I will show my attention for them then!"

- You laughing about all the crazy ways Sherlock thinks about how he will ruin your childs life.

- "He has a high function sociopath as a father. An uncle who is quite strange as his father. And an aunt who is in jail. Guess you can visit your child there too sooner or later." "Guess you mean our child!", you simply reply.

- You hugging him and trying to comfort him. "Our child will be somebody with a great mind and hopefully with a lot of curls."

- Sherlock kissing your forehead:"You have changed my life in so many ways. And all the things you did too me were so good. I guess I have to read a lot of baby books the next couple of months."

#sherlock x reader #sherlock imagine #sherlock

You sat in a laboratory together with John, Sherlock and Molly. The last case was quite hard for Sherlock and he asked you all for help, even though he didn't wanted to.

You tried to hack into the computer which belonged to the victim. Suddenly your phone vibrated and you looked at the screen:

"Stop looking so hot while work." Your eyes searched for Sherlock and he sat across the room looking at you while he sat infront of a microscope. "Stop watching me, do your work.", you simply texted back and continued to work at the computer. Again your phone vibrated:

"I imagine how I take off your shirt, your bra and how I begin to play with you tits." Your face turned red and you didn't dared to look at Sherlock.

"I like it when you turn red. The same way as you do as I take off you slip."

"Stop now you crazy man."

"Imagine how I begin to lick your sweet spot, how my fingers slide inside of you." He wasn't the only one who could play like that, you thought. You smirked and began to write: "Imagine how I sit at your lap and let you slide inside of me."

Sherlock stood up and looked at you: "I got it, I need to go to the flat. Y/n, come with me. We need to get this done."

#sherlock #sherlock imagine #sherlock x reader #sherlock oneshot

One Mistake.

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

Words: 1071

A/N: My heart kind of broke as I saw when Jon slept with Dany. I totally ship them! But I ship myself more with Jon, so I thought of a one shot about Jon cheating. Maybe I will write a sequel.

Requests are open! :)))

Winterfell was your home now since Jon claimed it back. You were his queen even though you had the feeling, that you didn't belong there. You loved your husband and you shared his bed long before you were married. Maybe it was the reason why you also shared two kids befor you were married to him.

Jon didn't wanted his kids to live as bastards and so he asked you to marry him. Not only because of his own past, he loved you like nothing else in this world.

You were screaming because of the pain between your legs. The septa spread your legs and smiled at you: „I can see the hair. Dark and beautiful. Just a little bit more and you can hold your child in your arms.“ You smiled and tried to push as hard as you could. The last two times you gave birth was way more easier because Jon was at your side, held your hand and whispered nice words into your ear. This time he was away with the dragon queen and you were alone in this room with the septa and Sansa. She was excited as you about this child. Maybe because all your children were girls, but you didn't care about that, the most important thing to you was, that your children were healthy.

After the last push you heard suddenly a scream and looked at the septa. She smiled and wrapped the baby into towels: “A beautiful little prince.” You held him in your arms and saw Jons face in his. “What is his name?”, Sansa asked and stroked your son so carefull as if he could break. You looked in her eyes and smiled soft: “Benjen, Jon wanted this name since our first child.”

Time flew away with your two kids, Benjen had the eyes and the smile of your husband and Elisa and Nialla were just happy about their new brother.

One day you were taking a walk with your children and then the sound of a horn could be heard. The gate opened and you saw your husband with his entourage. Daenerys stood beside him and they came in. With a smile you walked toward Jon and he looked happily at the bundle in your arms. “Would you like to say hello to Benjen?” Jons eyes widened and he hold his arms in front of you to get his child to his chest. “He looks just like you. Hopefully he will be like you too.” Suddenly Jon looked painfully in your eyes and gave you the baby back. You didn't expected this reaction and the words in your throat get stuck as Jon said, that he needs to talk with everybody in the hall.

He passes you and headed inside as did Daenerys. You followed them and gave your children to the nurse. The thoughts in your head almost made you crazy, Jon never showed this behavior in front of you and you knew that something is wrong.

In the hall you sat next to him and whispered in his ear: “What did I do wrong.” Jon didn't gave you an answer, looked shortly to Daenerys and then faced the people in this room.

Somehow you felt a heavy pain in your heart and you had the feeling, that he wasn't the same Jon as he left. The whole time he talked about his journey you thought about the way you imagined Jon seeing you again. That he would kiss and hug you, that he would spend time with you and the children. But you sat here, no kisses and no hugs. No love for you or for your children.

After he finished talking about the journey the both of you left to look after your little ones. Your daughters ran at their father and hugged him tight: “We missed you so much.”

“So did I.”, he said and lifted them up. He played with them, fought playfully and gave them kisses. You had Benjen in your arms and walked to Jon: “He is healthy. No problems while giving birth to him.” Jon smiled again and looked at his son. “I hope he will be just like you.”, Jon whispered and looked in your eyes. A smile escaped from your lips and you blushed, as you did always if Jon makes you compliments. You wanted to kiss him but he turned away and looked out of the window. “There is still some work that I have to do.”, he walked out and again you stood there alone.

At the evening you laid in your bed, waiting for your husband, naked in hope, he would make love to you. He came in and you could see that he was tired. But that was never a reason for him to say no. “Oh you are already in bed?”, he asked absent-mindedly and took of his clothes. “Yes..”, you said and pulled the blanket a little bit down to show your breast, “I thought we could.. you know-”

“Not this night, I'm sorry.”, he came into your bed and closed his eyes.

Somehow Jon just hurt you a lot: “Tell me, what is going on here. What happened at this journey? Is everything alright with you?” Jon took your hand and didn't dare to look in your eyes. “I made a great mistake.”

“Then tell me this mistake. There ain't such a mistake that could torn us apart.”

“Oh.. y/n, there is one and I made it.”, Jon looked in your eyes and you saw how desperate he was, “I shared the bed with Daenerys. Just one time but I know that it was a huge mistake and it won't happen again.” The words cut your heart, your husband slept with another woman and that was all you could think of. You took your hands away from his and began to cry. Jon wanted to embrace you, but your fists pushed him away. “Don't you dare to touch me! Don't you dare to touch me ever again!” You get out of the bed, put on a nightgown and ran out of the chamber. You cried and tried to stand while your broken heart pulled you to the floor. “Y/n, what is going on?”; it was Sansa, she hugged you and whispered words in your ear to comfort you. But no words in this world could take the pain away which you had.