#themadqueen

[phoenixblack89]

My dear queen @lily-themadqueen-andpinky has sent me a pretty gift!

I'm so happy!

[dndknight]

#themadqueen

Szulitya, Wolf of the Court

Illustration of a character from The Wildercourt, the graphic novel I’m (slowly) working on. Szulitya is a tertiary character, but she’s a lot of fun to write and draw.

[godgivendimples]

Same energy tbh 🤷🏾‍♀️

[alchemisoul]

Feeling cute I might break the wheel, or burn them all, idk...

"Half the Targaryens went mad, didn't they?... What's the saying? 'Every time a Targaryen is born the gods flip a coin."

- Cersei Lannister

[katevcreates-blog]

A sketchy draft of Cersei’s dress and armor from Blackwater. Forgot to include the goblet of wine, but don’t worry...it will definitely be there in the final version. 😁🍷🦁 #Cersei #CerseiLannister #LenaHeadey #KingsLanding #Blackwater #Wildfire #TheMadQueen #ALannisterAlwaysPaysTheirDebts #WineAllTheTime #CostumeDesign #CharacterDesign #PaperDolls https://www.instagram.com/p/BmPGVQRhM40/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1f5ra2xunx5vc

[bakerstreethound]

Tags: @disneymarina @viper-official @lily-themadqueen-andpinky @frostandflamesfanfic @starks-hero @wint3r-h3art @ilovewhiteroses @roguelov @honeybeezgobzzzzz @novaracer

Sherlock tags: @coping-via-clint-eastwood @ilovefanfictions @ravencatart @aephereal @turkisherlockian @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds @classickook @strangelockd @azu21 @battledress @sobeautifullyobsessed @mary-johnlocked @shadowrosess @starstruck-loner @withalittlehoney @bluebellinbakerstreet @deepbatched

A Single Touch

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut, hints of soft (sub) husband Sherlock/dom Sherlock, gentle teasing, mentions of marking, tenderness, and feelings

Summary: A peaceful afternoon in 221B takes a turn when you become insistent on needing Sherlock's attention and he indulges.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: Hello my lovelies, I hope you are all well. I hope you enjoy this little treat for I adore Sherlock so and he deserves the love and attention even when he can be annoying. Special thank you to @strangelockd for beta reading and loving this story from its conception. She is now the official aunt of this fanfic. As always, comments and reblogs are most appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

You smile to yourself as you look around 221B, enjoying the rare peaceful afternoon on the couch, your favorite book discarded on the coffee table. Sherlock’s features are calm and relaxed and you grin despite yourself, knowing how much he hated to admit he liked this…whatever this supposed routine had become.

Your fingers ruffled gently through his curls, his breath coming steady, occasionally shuddering when you tugged harder on them to tease him. You gaze upon him fondly, watching his cheek quiver, lips pursing while he flips a page of his novel.

So that’s how it was going to be, then. You smile to yourself, for you do so love a challenge. 

Carefully you tug his curls once more, earning a raised brow in return, until you reach for the book, pulling it from his grasp, not before inserting the bookmark into place; you don't have the heart to dog ear the page like a heathen. 

“I was reading that,” he huffs, feigning annoyance, yet his eyes shimmer in mischief and mirth. 

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it? Surely you can think of something.” 

He shifts, sitting upright on the couch, watching you intently, dark fierceness flashing for a moment in his eyes. “I’ve considered no less than five options.” 

You smirk at his practicality and calculating mind, and shake your head in amusement, before you climb over onto his lap, swinging a leg over to straddle a thigh. Ever so slowly, you lean into him, pressing your lips to his forehead, relishing in the faint sigh he releases.

His grip on your waist tightens as you settle yourself fully, tracing a thumb along his lower lip. You relish in the widening of his eyes, the faint twitch of his cheek, mind, and body fighting to take over whatever impulses have him in a frenzy.

You adore the push and pull and could fall into it for eons. With him, every touch, every instinct of yours screams yes for it all is right, almost too good to be true. 

“Damn you.”

“Whatever for, dear boy?” You murmur not a care in the world, nuzzling his neck before grazing your tongue over a sensitive spot, relishing in the way his shoulders tense as he fights off a shiver. 

He says nothing else as you continue on your merry way, smirking to yourself at his reactions, the way he gripes your waist tighter, fighting off the anticipation of your lips latching on to his neck for what feels like the hundredth time.

Even if it is the hundredth time, he wouldn’t tire of it for a moment, for it is you, and that’s all he wants. 

You in every moment. 

It’s what you want as well, want to show him how much you love and adore him, how you can never get enough of him. How you deserved him you wouldn't know for he is everything to you and more.

You press another kiss to his waiting lips which accept you eagerly, your hands running down his torso, and you sigh. 

How was this your husband? 

He softly pressed a kiss to your lips and you gracefully fell into the feel of him, wanting to adore him. Your heart ached in kind, a mixture of melancholy and longing, desperation and want. It is your form of love, all because of him.

Through the years you count him as one of your greatest blessings, but the words catch in your throat when you try to speak them aloud.

You hope he knows, surely, he does for he’s the only one who braved your tumultuous shores, the depths of your heart, and still he stayed. 

He stayed unwavering and you as well through it all. Thoughts of these flood his mind, for he’s all too enraptured with your form, the way you melt into him, the way his nails dig deep into your waist. He jolts slightly at the praises that pull from your lips, a slight blush creeping along his cheeks at your words. 

“You don’t….that’s not…” he struggles to voice and you offer him a smile, kissing him once more, whispering your pleas in tandem. 

“Let me help you…” you sigh into him, tugging his lower lip, earning a low groan before shifting on his lap, his hands reading to your back, gripping you impossibly tighter. 

“Then I should help you, darling.”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, the teasing tone sending shivers down your spine in a delightful manner and you welcome it. You both require a reprieve and it starts with a single touch. 

One of love. 

One of need. 

One of desire. 

One of desperation. 

That’s how you find yourself an hour later on your shared bed, engulfed by sheets and the delicious heat of his lips on your own, tongue trailing along your body, his deep sonorous baritone edging you on. 

“I said every inch, my dear,” his voice rumbles from his throat igniting your body from the inside out, “Isn’t that right?”  Your shirt slides higher up your body as inch by inch your upper body is revealed to him and Sherlock smirks, delighting in the situation. 

You roll your eyes, shuddering as his hands grip you tighter, before pulling the rest of your shirt off, promptly discarding it on the floor, not a care in the world. His gaze bores into your back and you fight off a shiver to no avail.

You can feel his smirk searing to your back before he presses the gentlest kisses along your spine and you melt in kind before he sucks a mark, making you squirm. 

“Not…fair…”

“Nothing about you is fair,” he growls.

You groan in kind, letting him do as he pleases, pulling you impossibly closer to him, heat radiating between you, sending you aflame. It was only a shift of the hand, a brush against his wrist, and the tension filled him to the brim like lightning before it struck.

You shudder when his finger brushes back along your body, melting, completely undone by him and his embrace. He traces the marks he made along your spine, and you bite back another whimper, causing him to whisper in your ear. 

“I want to hear you make those pretty noises for me, alright?” 

You swallow, knowing he’s not asking and when he kisses you heatedly, you let yourself fall into the abyss and infinite as you’re made one, relishing in the warmth, and eternal bliss you fall into every time you’re here safe in his arms. 

All it takes is a single burning, aching touch. 

And you fall together. 

Down in the abyss where love and pleasure combine, something else you can’t quite fathom or remember, but it’s enough. All you could ever want and more; the gasped pleas from parted lips, hand entangled in those sinful curls, your bodies forever intertwined. 

******

[daniikinz]

Here’s a progress pic of last night’s WIP! I need a teeny tiny eraser to get those small highlight details. I hate drawing braids. I think that’s all. #gameofthrones #Daenerystargeryen #jonsnow #themadqueen #thegodstossacoin #art #graphite #workinprogress #notfinished #workdoodles https://www.instagram.com/p/B7UzuZ_h9bS/?igshid=183d2n9ge04x1

[pamperedandprimed]

“I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons.” #daenerystargaryen #got #gameofthrones #season8 #themadqueen #cosplay #makeup (at Brunei) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxsvyE_BN69/?igshid=9yamojyixqpt

[saltypopcornau]

Only five more sleeps - time to die Mad Queen - it’s been a long and sad journey of many ups and downs and I will truly grieve for the end of this show and all the wonderful rich characters. . . . . . . . . . #movies #movielove #movieblogging #movietrailer #gameofthrones #moviectitic #filmcritic #hollywood #arthouse #boxoffice #atthemovies #atthecinema #instamovie #moviereview #aryastark #themadqueen #thelastepisode (at Kings Landing, Westeros) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxdcsJ0FLKO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1c0m4chd5qxp8

[sarcasticarepa]

Many of you will agree with me that the last episode of #GoT was pretty bad. First off who didn't see Danny turning into "#themadQueen".. And so you're telling me #Cersei didn't even get eaten by a #dragon or get stabbed in the tuat by #Tyrion? But instead got smashed by falling rocks?? What a waste of time! I have no idea how they're going to make up for this shit next week. But I guess stay tuned for the next episode of #DragonBallz! 😬 #GameOfThrones #UndercoverLatino #LatinoSecreto #SarcasticArepa #ArepaSarcastica #ColombianWhiteboy #ChicoBlancoColombiano #funny #jokes #comedy #comedian #Gracioso #Chistoso #Chistes #Comedia #cómico #hijueputa #standupcomedy #standupcomedian #Comediante https://www.instagram.com/p/BxcS1GZhFsR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1fv9gicsjs5o3

[mafiaviking]

Fuck me #DaenerysTargaryen  has lost the fucking plot!! #GOTS8E4 #GameofThrones  #theMadQueen #weareFUCKED i still stand by #AryaStark  for the irone throne 🧐😎💪🏼✌🏼️🖕🏼👌🏼 https://www.instagram.com/p/BxHW5hSASTK_9UXlQ5L9NDieY6kGoDc6_G2oA40/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ev8lxz02nov9

[maybe-a-little-wicked]

GOT season 8 spoilers:

Dany: 

‘I’ve lost the only person who’s ever known the real me as he died in my arms, the man I love is my nephew and has a stronger claim to the throne that I’ve been fighting for since day one, and I will never have the love and respect of these people even though I nearly died fighting for them. My child was murdered before my eyes, my best friend held hostage and beheaded right in front of me, I’m alone in the world with no one to love or call family. I’m losing the war, and I’m still expected to play by the rules of these so-called ‘saints’ while Cersei destroys everything and everyone.’ 

Varys: 

‘My god it’s the mad king all over again. A psychopath, completely unstable. We need to get rid of her immediately.’ 

Me: Of course she’s unstable you absolute moron! Perhaps instead of preaching goodness and right or wrong you can maybe actually have a good plan or utilize that vast spy network of yours that you seemed to think was so amazing a few seasons ago. If you’d done that, Rhaegal wouldn’t have died and Missandei wouldn’t have been captured and she wouldn’t be spiraling because of loss, grief, and rage! Honestly, I’d probably be in the same exact position as her! *Heaving air* If you turn away from every leader who disagrees with you on something then you’re going to never have a leader you follow. You’ll be that spider in the garden with no true allegiances who’s trusted by no one the rest of your life! GAH!!!

[bakerstreethound]

Tags: @disneymarina @viper-official @lily-themadqueen-andpinky @frostandflamesfanfic @wint3r-h3art

@ilovewhiteroses @roguelov @honeybeezgobzzzzz @novaracer

Sherlock tags: @coping-via-clint-eastwood @ilovefanfictions @ravencatart @turkisherlockian @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds @classickook

@strangelockd @azu21 @battledress @sobeautifullyobsessed @mary-johnlocked

@shadowrosess @starstruck-loner @withalittlehoney @bluebellinbakerstreet @deepbatched

Heavy is the Burden

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x gender-neutral reader

Warnings: comfort, soft Sherlock, gentleness, pure fluff, mentions of anxiety, loneliness, panic, and sadness

Summary: After a long day of errands and classes, you finally return home seeking solace and basking in the warmth of Sherlock.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 765

A/N: Hello my lovelies, I know I haven't been as active writing fic as I have in the past year, but inspiration struck me a few days ago and I managed to write a little comfort story. I hope you enjoy! My summer classes start up in a few days so I hope to find time to write even then for my beloved detective. Graphic by @firefly-graphics. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Time trudges on, even when you open the door to your flat, closing the door softly, the grocery bags and your backpack hanging off of you adding to the weight of your exhaustion.

You don’t want to think about the endless list of words going through your mind, determined to overload your evening and the next before they have begun. Such is the toll of an anxious mind, always on edge waiting for something to happen, sending you into a panic.

It’s a burden you carry the push and pull thriving off chaos, with you addicted as it holds you in your clutches, your form of motivation. The notion of rest exhausts you as you set the grocery bags on the counter and your backpack on a kitchen chair. 

Methodically, with practiced ease, you assemble the groceries out of the bags and put them away by memory, your brain on autopilot. Everything is in its place, your heart calms its rapid beats, and you take a deep breath. The same goes with your backpack as you take it to your bedroom, place your laptop on your desk, and hang the bag over the chair.

You take another breath, inhaling the fading scent of Sherlock - leather, musk, and faint cigarette ash. Your heart twinges at the thought of him, how he holds you, caresses you. It’d been a while since you had seen him between you working late and him solving cases with John.

You can’t remember the last time you’ve properly relaxed without some garish nightmare plaguing your thoughts or worrying about the best way to structure your days. 

These days your mind is both your greatest asset and enemy, causing you more than enough heartbreak for a lifetime. You take another breath and change your clothes into something more comfortable, a clean but beloved graphic tee paired with soft lounge shorts and one of the many hoodies Sherlock liked to steal and wear from you.

You inhaled, catching his scent again, only this time your eyes well with tears, the full brunt of the week hitting you in tandem. 

Despite your apprehensions, your tears fall and you cocoon yourself in a blanket wishing it were a hug instead. Your eyes close and you find yourself drifting and you let the burden slip away, falling into that lovely abyss of sleep. 

A soft gentle warmth soon encompasses you and you draw to it, a moth to a flame, nuzzling into a familiar chest, the scent of familiarity, of home enveloping you. 

“I’m here, I’m home,” he murmurs into your ear unsure if you’re completely awake, but you adore it, adore him all the same. 

You shift against him, nuzzling deeper into him and he chuckles, pulling you closer so you can hear the steady thrumming of his heart, the one he told you on quiet darkened nights that it belongs to you.

“You’re back, you came back!” You mutter softly, burying your nose into the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply, your warm cocoon of a blanket slipping from your shoulders. You don’t care for he’d returned to you and you want to shower him in kisses. 

He chuckles, stroking your back, sending shivers down your spine and you press up closer to him, basking in the simple warmth of him, not having to speak a word. He knows the mood you’re in, anxious yet somber, sad but bone-weary sadness that’s embedded deep in your body, part of your soul. 

“Shall I warm us up some soup?” he asks, his fingers threading through your hair gently, making you melt impossibly more. 

You yawn at the thought of warm soup, and the crunch of toasted bread. “Only if I make us grilled cheese to go with it.” 

“That sounds wonderful.” He smiles, the corner of his lip twitching a fraction almost revealing the full shy boyish grin you’ve come to adore, the one reserved for you. 

Carefully, he helps you to your feet ensuring you are not dizzy before taking your hand and leading you back to the kitchen. Suddenly you are grateful you grabbed extra bread and cheese at the store.

You fight off a smile as you watch Sherlock scurry around the kitchen, and you toss your eyes skyward thanking quietly the force of nature bringing the both of you together. You do not know what you would do without him, John, and Mrs. Hudson in your life. 

You wipe away a stray tear, wrapping around behind him for a hug, your hands resting along his waist. Dinner can wait ten minutes more. 

******

[phoenixblack89]

Not me casually writing a 'What if' cos of @lily-themadqueen-smut-art....

Nope can't prove anything...

[alchemisoul]

Whether you liked the ending or not, that's fucking rich regardless. Who did this? I truly love the cheeky little bastards who make the dank ass memes that lighten my mood and make my day...

#dankassmeme

in a long time, and just wanted to text you put some effort

[twdsunshine]

3K Followers Writing Challenge Masterlist

Here are the super fluffy contributions to my 3K Followers Writing Challenge!  I have loved all of them and I will add any others that get posted when I am tagged.  Thank you so much to those that took part!

Storm by @twdeadfanfic

Daryl Dixon x Reader.  During a run, Daryl and you have to wait out a storm on a cabin.

I loved this so much - it was super cute and I know if I had to hide out and wait for a storm to pass I’d definitely want to do it with Daryl.  The fluffy moment where they dry each others hair made my heart melt.  Beautiful!

You’re Mine Now by @lily-themadqueen-andpinky

Daryl Dixon x Reader.  The reader makes a drunken confession.

I mean... Daryl taking care of drunk reader and then the next morning...  This is the cutest thing ever and I’m so here for it.  Also, I love how put out the reader is over the spaghetti :)

All Along The Watchtower by @pulplorrd

Daryl Dixon x Reader.  The reader and Daryl keep watch together.

My favourite Daryl era and my total weakness.  I love that it’s written more from Daryl’s perspective and I love this fluffy little moment.  It’s so perfect!  And Daryl totally is a superhero!

Morning Bliss by @fxlminare

Daryl Dixon x Reader.  A slow start to the morning in the home you share with Daryl.

I mean... sometimes the most mundane moments can actually be the fluffiest and this definitely captures the best things about a relationship to me.  The teasing and the laughing...  You can feel how comfortable this exchange is.  Literally love.

Magic by @thewalkingdead-imagines​

Negan x Reader.  Negan takes you on a surprise trip to one of his favorite places on earth.

Uck, I love stories where Negan’s away from the Sanctuary and from all of his responsibilities so his soft side can come out.  They make me melt.  And just the image of leaning back against him and letting him wrap you up - that’s what we all need in this pandemic, I swear. 

Thank you again to those who took part - I know it’s not easy to write with everything going on and I appreciate you conjuring up some lovely fluffy goodness for me.