smut king and queen

Thranduil’s Talented Tongue - Thranduil x Reader

This Thranduil x Reader fanfic is based on the above imagine by @elven-nicknacks.

And believe me, the king takes his obligations very seriously. So better be prepared for some steamy action with Thranduil’s talented tongue.

I decided to take this one-shot towards a teasing side and include some very light bondage. But admit it, dominant and in control Thrandy is just absolutely irresistible. So I hope you enjoy your time with the King of Smirkwood ;). And I am definitely not sorry for the smut, the queen deserves a loving treatment from her king.

You can also find this one-shot on AO3.

Length: 3.986 words

Disclaimer:
I do not own Thranduil (unfortunately), nor any of the other characters from Tolkien’s Middle-earth. I do not make any money with this, this is purely for entertainment.

Thranduil’s Talented Tongue

With an exasperated sigh you slammed the door shut behind you, the wood creaking dangerously on its hinges. You were fuming and in a bad temper. „Ah! Those endless meetings!“, you grumbled to yourself, cursing under your breath as you fought to unfasten your cloak. „They drag on forever. Can they not spare the king for one evening?“

You stomped towards the bed and kicked off your slippers seeing with satisfaction as they bounced off the bedpost. „Why do I need to do without him and go to bed alone? They are all just boring officials with boring reports about boring things.“ 

You flung your cloak into the furthermost corner of the room and threw yourself onto the soft bed, enjoying the springy feeling as you bounced up and down softly with the momentum of your body’s motions. A naughty smile dawned on your face as you were reminded of all the other times the bed had bounced and shaken vigorously those countless times when Thranduil had made love to you there. He was such a passionate lover, tireless and ever striving to please you, his queen. You loved his playfulness and the fact that you could instil in him such desire that he would eventually cast away his self-restraint and do all those unspeakable things to you, his kisses burning on your skin, their imprint remaining on your body as a delicious memory. Just thinking about what he did to you sent flashes of heat through your body and you could feel your core begging to be caressed by his hands as they wandered all over your body just to find the spot that longed to be touched the most.

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My Baby, My Pet

Prompt: Could you please do a hc where Neko!Dan has a heat and Phil helps him?

Author’s Note: DUH DUH DUH DUHHH Delivery from the Phan Smut Queen!!! (why am I like this sometimes) Ask for a hc, get a fic, apparently. (1.7k words)

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My King || Taehyung

Request - hey! can I ask for a King!Taehyung au wherein he’s married but he’s like “I will never stop loving you.“ ?? smut. thank you! :–)            

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader (ft. Jeon Jungkook)

Genre - King! AU, smut, kind of fluff

Summary - Being the Queen’s sister, also the King’s sister-in-law, you have an exceptional place in the King’s heart and he proves it to you.


It had been a year since your older sister and the King of the Silla Dynasty had gotten married and a year and a half since you had been his mistress.

Obviously, your sister didn’t know about it, and sometimes, it did hurt you that you had to hide away such a hideous truth as this from her. But then Taehyung, the King, and your lover, would sweetly convince you that for love, there are things that need to be let go.

For one, you hated, no, despised the fact that you had to live in his castle as his mistress. You had, for so long, wanted to either live as his wife, or just break all ties with him and go back to your Father’s kingdom.

But then, not too long ago, Taehyung’s father, called you to his chamber and informed you that you were to marry the youngest prince, Jungkook. Now, he was great, you wouldn’t deny that Jungkook was a sweetheart and if you ever did marry him, he would take care of you. In fact, you saw this as a perfect opportunity for you to actually ‘redeem’ your life that you lived as a mistress and get to live with someone who would give their undivided attention to you.

But, you knew this was somewhere close to impossible. You were deeply in love with the King himself, and knowing Taehyung, the last thing he would allow is you getting married to his younger brother. So, you decided to meet Jungkook first.

You were on your way to Jungkook’s chamber, when a hand pulled you into a secluded basement room, another hand clamping your mouth shut. You began thrashing around but then heard a familiar voice, ‘Y/N, it’s me!’ Your widened your eyes and you stopped struggling against his grip.

He left you and you turned around, staring at him with an appalled look, 'You scared me, Jungkook! What are you- why are we in the basement?’ You looked around, only a flame not far away, illuminating the room.

'I had something to tell you.’ He looked at you with scared and unsure eyes, and you nodded your head, your eyebrows furrowed.

'Father told me about the engagement. He wants us to marry and all that. But, Y/N, I’m sorry- I can’t marry you.’ He said. You simply stared at him, and he averted his gaze from yours as though he thought you would get really upset about his confession. But you a felt slight happiness bubble in your chest.

You laughed, making him look at you with raised eyebrows, 'You’re laughing?’

'Of course, Jungkook. I was coming to ask if you really wanted this marriage or not, myself.’ You told him, another laugh escaping your lips as he let out a heavy sigh of relief before chuckling.

'But-’ You calmed yourself down, your stomach hurting from laughing too much, ’-What’s the reason, if I may ask?’

His smile faltered a little before he stretched his lips again, 'I have given myself to another person already. It is her who I want to marry. Besides, I know Hyung-nim and you have something going on.’ He smirked, now it being your turn to raise your eyebrows.

'What? Jungkook, how did you-’ You panicked, but he laughed. He held your shoulders, 'Don’t worry, Y/N. Hyung told me all about it. We’re much closer than you think. Also, not to offend you, but, Hyung’s right, Noona can be a snob sometimes.’ He looked at you apologetically. You smiled, a fist of guilt clenching your heart, 'I know. She- she gets…violent sometimes.’ You agreed, referring to your sister’s short temper.

You both walked out of the basement and into the corridor, where you both conversed about new things and all kinds of gossip that were trending in the palace. You both decided that you might as well inform his and your father that you and Jungkook will not be getting married to each other.

'But what will I tell Father?’ He looked at you with worried eyes. You thought for a while, 'Why don’t you tell him the truth?’

Jungkook looked at you as though you had asked him for his head, 'No, no, no. I couldn’t. Father would never let me-’

'Look, Jungkook; Although I’m not his daughter, I can still say that Namjoon would still take your decision to consideration. He’s your father.’ You smiled at him as your hand went to rest on his cheek, caressing it lovingly. He sighed, 'Okay.. I’ll try.’

With that he was gone to talk to his father, and you went your way, deciding to take a stroll in the palace grounds.


As you walked in the garden, your hand feeling all of nature’s work, occasionally smelling the flowers that bloomed, your thoughts wandered to Taehyung.

Maybe it was time that you cut it off with him. It was already time for them to bear a child who would be Taehyung’s successor. And you didn’t trust yourself to be able to take it well when that would occur.

It would all be for your, Taehyung’s and your sister’s good. No child would want to find out their father didn’t love their mother. That would be a nightmare, for everybody involved.

As you walked along the flower bed, you heard a male voice, whom you unmistakably recognized as Taehyung’s. You took in a deep breath, deciding it would be better if you got it over with today and right now.

You followed in the direction of his voice and you almost ran to him when you noticed he was talking to someone.

'Darling, you know we decided for later. Why do you want a child all of a sudden?’ His voice stayed nonchalant as he stared at your sister who had her back facing him.

'I’m sure your father is expecting a grandchild, because I know my father is. We don’t have to do what we decided before marriage.’ She spat, turning around to face him. You crept behind the bushes so you were looking at both of them from the side.

'But I prefer we do as we planned. It would-’

'Do you not love me anymore? Is that why you are delaying?’ She walked to him, her chin tilted so she was looking him in the eyes, but he didn’t look down at her, he simply stared straight ahead.

'Of course I love you, my dear. I just-’ He began but your sister grabbed his robes, making him look down at her.

'Then prove it to me.’ You heard her whisper before pulling him down to kiss his lips, an audible gasp leaving your lips which thankfully went unnoticed by the couple. Your heart ached, as you watched them and their lips mold with each other’s. You knew he loved you, and not her, yet, you could never ignore the emptiness that begins to form inside you as you witnessed such things.

You got up from your crouched position, and began walking away, a tear slipping your eye. You would talk to him later.

'Y/N, when did you get here?’ You heard your sister call you. Your heart, legs, and mind, stopped working all together. You stayed stationary, only your hand moving up to your face to wipe the tear from your cheek. You turned around, a stiff smile plastered on your lips as you looked at the both of them. She was still holding on to his robes and he had an arm around her waist.

Ignoring all of it, you said, 'Oh, I didn’t mean to bother you two- I’ll go.’ You were about to turn around when Taehyung called you this time, 'Nonsense. Come here, Y/N.’ Those words held such deeper meanings that he knew only you could decipher. You limbs ached as you walked to them, a heated feeling surrounding you.

'Yes, my King?’ You addressed him, like he usually asked you to when you both were alone and, well, having fun.

He let his lips twitch at the reference, while your sister gave you a judging look. As you and Taehyung talked, your sister missed out on all the secret messages you both conveyed to each other through your eyes or even by just mere words.

'Y/N, is there something wrong?’ Taehyung noticed your slight hesitation as you replied, 'No, your Majesty. Everything is fine.’ You smiled, but he didn’t fall for your façade.

'My dear,’ Taehyung turned to his wife, 'When did you say you will be leaving to meet your Father?’ He gave you a side glance and you sighed.

'In an hour.’ She said as she took a flower in her hand.

'Are you not joining your sister, Y/N?’ He looked at you, clouds of lust already beginning to form in the brown orbs of his.

'No, I’m not.’ You said, before telling him you had somewhere to be. You knew you were to go to his chamber in an hour, and until then, you’d practice what to tell him. You bowed, before bidding goodbye to your sister and left.


Sweat began to form on the surface of your palms as you got closer to Taehyung’s chamber, your heart falling to your stomach, an ungodly nervousness building inside you. You repeated the words you had to tell him, and you reminded yourself time and again, that no matter how much he tried to woo you, you would turn around and leave.

And, oh, how hard it was just to get an opportunity to speak as he already had his large hands all over you within seconds of opening and closing the door.

'Taehyung- ah -no, wait,’ You moaned as his hand found your sensitive nub already under your robes. His other hand began untying the knot of silk on your waist, before pulling your robes apart, his lips kissing yours as his hand massaged your breasts.

You knew it would be too late if you let him take over your feelings, your mind already getting hazy, as his tongue ran it’s tip under your ear, getting a mewl out of your mouth.

'My beautiful Y/N, it has been so long since I last got to feel you like this.’ He mumbled as his mouth went down to your breasts, before coming back and picking you up by your legs.

'Taehyung, please-’ He cut you off again as he kissed you passionately, before settling you on his mattress, him already having gotten rid of his clothes.

He pulled down your robes, exposing your naked body to him, his hand gently caressing the skin wherever it landed on, his tongue licking his lips before leaning down to kiss you. You placed your palms against his chest, stopping him.

He pulled away, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you, 'Is everything alright, my love? You seem to be troubled since morning.’ He eyed you with genuine worry, tears beginning to form at his words in your eyes.

'No, no, Y/N. Did I cause you pain? Was I not supposed to do something?’ His attention was now completely deviated from your naked body to your face, all the lust fading away.

'I-I can’t Taehyung.. I can’t do this.’ You said as your hands came to your face, a you sobbed into them all the pain in your heart throbbing against your chest.

'Why.. Y/N, did someone tell you something? You have never been so scared before.’ He cooed as he pulled you to him, resting your head on his chest, on which you cried. You had to calm yourself down before you trusted yourself to speak, 'We can’t keep decieving my sister like this.. You and I have to move on. For her sake and for ours.’ You let out a choked sob, his hand caressing your hair gently.

'Y/N, I know you are worried about your sister. And frankly, my love, I am too. That is why I am deciding to break off our marriage. I don’t care if our dynastic succession depends on this. I know my Father would understand me if I told him that I love you.’ He explained, you having ceased your crying.

'But, no-’

'Y/N,’ He placed his index finger and thumb under your chin before tilting it up to make you look at him, ’I will never, in my life, stop loving you. You are everything to me than I could ever imagine. Losing you would be like losing a part of myself. Besides-’ He chuckled, ’-My father doesn’t enjoy your sister’s company. He loves you like his own daughter than her.’ He smiled at you, before placing a loving kiss on your lips.

'She’s happy with you, Taehyung-’

'She has been sleeping with my cousin, Y/N.’ He said as he placed you down on the mattress again.

'She- what?’ You exclaimed as his head dipped into the crook of your neck, beginning to place open mouthed kissed until your breast.

'Yes. I caught her not too many nights ago.’ He mumbled against your skin before moving southwards to your throbbing core.

'But, she doesn’t know?’ You breathed, your hand going to his hair, tugging at his chocolate brown locks, as his face rested between your thighs.

'Of course she doesn’t. If she did, she wouldn’t have kissed me in the garden today, or asked for a child. It’s her trick.’ He said as he ran his tongue the whole length of your sex.

'No- but -why didn’t you- ah -tell her a-anything?’ You arched your back as his tongue flicked harder and faster against your sensitive nub, before he began sucking it. Pecking it, he came back up, his nose shining from the juices it had touched of yours.

You gasped as you felt him enter you, 'Wouldn’t it be more fun if she caught us and act tragically, only to let this new information- you’re so tight, darling - disclose in front of my father?’ He groaned as he began moving inside you.

'As much as- faster, Taehyung -tempting that is, I don’t think I look forward to her catching us.’ You let out a breath as you felt the pleasure pool in your stomach, him complying to your request.

He began moving faster, your skin slapping against each other, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist as he leaned in to kiss you, your lips molding into a lustful kiss.

'I agree. We should just focus on not getting caught by the servants right now.’ He giggled before his face twisted into a snarl as his movements got sloppier.

A string of profanities left both of your mouths as you both came undone, you screaming out his name as his hand found your clit, overstimulating you, 'Taehyung!’

'Mm?’ He smirked down at you, before leaning in and pecking your forehead.

'We’ve got a whole day ahead of us, Y/N. And I’d like to use all that time to show you just how much I love you.’ He looked at you expectantly.

'Yes, my King.’


Originally posted by leojuseyo

THE FEELS

Sex With Loki Would Include:

- You calling him king
- Him calling you queen
- ‘Take your anger out on me’
- Him being really rough and dominant but never hurting you for even a second 
- HAND HOLDING TIL THE END AND EVEN AFTER
- Hair pulling. You pulling his and his yours
- SO MUCH SEX THOUGH
- He would make a night out of it all
- Other times he would be spontaneous like if he was mad or jealous 
- SECRET SEX IN ASGARD BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE SO HOT
- Drunk sex
- Sober sex

I am in the middle of writing Rowaelin smut where the mating bond locks in during the middle and Aelin gaps and Rowan cries and tells her he knew for a while and thats why he was so mean at first…she was the first since Lyria

And then of course…more smut commences 

Fair Maiden

Requested: no

TW: threesomes, foursomes, medieval times? Lol

Summary: basically the LARPing episode but with extra stuff and no LARPing 

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Originally posted by bilbo-baggins

The small village of Lawerence was nestled in the woods on the outside of the Winchester kingdom. Many of it’s inhabitants loved the village and the kingdom that reigned. Food was plentiful, wealth was distributed as fairly as possible, and monsters were kept at bay.  War, while frequent due to the Angeles and Satanis kingdoms, was fought gallantly by the knights. 

The knights were a favored sight among many young girls and guys. Bragging rights and beers were bought for anyone who could bed one. Beding one was fairly easy, but once the stunning Dean Winchester took his oath as King Winchester he stopped his wolfish ways. There were still rumors though, of his marriage to Queen Charlie Bradbury- Winchester formerly of Oz. She was suspected of sneaking off with a young maiden every so often. No one could confirm it, but fair y/n wore the deep red colors of the Winchester kingdom around her wrist.  

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WidowWinterShock (Natasha/Bucky/Darcy ?)

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Walking Dead

King & Queen

AJ Styles/OC. For Anon: Inspired by that pic of AJ in a crown. He’s cocky, letting being “king” go to his head, enough so that after a hot and heated promo with reader he waves the club to bring her to his dressing room where he’ll deal with her after his match. She thinks he’s joking but they guard the door and simply shrug when she complains. When his Majesty comes back fired up from his win, bare chest and dripping with sweat, she gives in to the heat between them & lets him show her how good it’ll be to be his queen. Inspo: Treat Her Like a Queen, Fuck Her Like a Whore.

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King/Queen of Hell Award: Best Other characters

@not-so-natural-spn won runner up in this category in the Wayward Scandi Bitches Awards I co hosted with @winchesterswoonathon

Stef requested: Of course I would love it to be with Cas. Maybe something dirty, but without the actual smut. Like, some innuendos here and there, foreplay, dirty talk, but without actual smut 

It turned a littel smuttier than planned cause … well Cas! Hope you still like!

You had been hunting a Rit Zien all week. You were tired, and the suffering the angel had caused had made you angry. So angry, in fact, you had started taking it out on poor Cas. Biting at him everytime he tried to make sure you were okay, or blaming him for everything under the sun that had gone wrong on the hunt. You felt bad, but that hadn’t been enough to stop you in the moment. His hurt puppy dog expression made you cringe, but still it wasn’t enough to make you stop. What did stop you, however, was Cas’ change in demeanour.

“Why do angels have to be such dicks!” You growled at the Winchesters, who shifted uncomfortably in their seats, silently glaring over at Cas who stayed expressionless on the bed. And that was when it hit you. The now very familiar feeling of his grace caressing your thigh, dangerously close to your core and his voice echoing in your head.

“Not all angels are dicks, Y/N. Just like not angels know how to use one right.” The line was so cheesy it almost made you giggle, but the anger over the case still boiling within you, stopped it.

You just sent Cas an ice cold glare, but he stayed expressionless as his grace all of a sudden cupped your sex. Making you wet instantly as his voice sounded in your head again

“Not all angels know how to punish, bad little girls either, Y/N.” The low rumble of Cas’ deep voice seemed to travel your entire body, and you had to fight not to visibly shiver as he continued, “Luckily, I do, and you have been a very bad girl. I think I might have to punish you when we get back home.”

A sly smile slid over Cas’ face as he watched you shift in your seat, glaring over at the Winchesters who had their noses buried in their books yet again, oblivious to what Cas was doing to you.

You bit hard down on your lip, stifling the moan that threatened to fall from your lips, as you felt Cas’ grace slide past your folds and caress your wet heat, making a warm feeling course through your entire body.

“Or I could try and improve your mood right now? Is this helping, Y/N? Or maybe I still need to spank you when we get back home? Bend you over that desk of yours and pull down your panties. Make you feel the sting of my hand on that perky little ass of yours.”

“Jeez, Cas!” You thought, knowing full well he was in your head and able to hear every sinful thought you were having, feeling your need for him. He knew just how badly you wanted his cock inside you. He knew just how painful your desire for him to fuck your brains out against your desk really was. And he knew just how close you were to whimpering his name out loud for Sam and Dean to hear.

“You want me to make you come, don’t you Y/N/N? You want me to make you come feeling my grace inside of you as you are imagining my dick slamming into you.” Cas’ voice was a low growl in your head, and you practically screamed yes at him internally, as you fought to keep your breathing even.

Cas’ grace started vibrating slowly inside of you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, and when you thought you could take it any more, his voice sounded again.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You will have to wait. Bad girls don’t deserve to get off that easy.” And then you were robbed of his grace ,feeling empty and hollow in its wake. With Cas’ grace gone, you could no longer control yourself. You spun around on your chair facing the bed as you screamed at him.

“What the hell, Cas?!”

Cas just smirked at you, seemingly pleased with himself as he got off the bed, “I am going to get. Do you guys want something to eat? So you have energy for later.” Cas looked you straight in the eye as he uttered the last part of his sentence, and then he was out the door. Leaving you alone with the Winchesters’ confused stares.

“Did we miss something?” Dean questioned with a grin and you felt your cheeks flush red, silently cursing your angel, hoping he would here and punish you for that later as well.

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King and Queen

Originally posted by crowleyslittleminion

Pairing: Crowleyxwife!reader
Word count: 1,109
Warnings: Smut, swearing
Request: @jamiemuell Just an idea, may the wedding, and the special night after cuz they had to go so long with out touching each other ? For part 2 of hush pet
Hush, Pet
Tagging: @nerdflash @faegal04 @damalseer @i-am-not-a-freak @vika-hiddles @mein1928 @craftersdust @panic-everywhereabouteverything @thisistheonly-nameleft @snow-leopardfetishist


It was your wedding night, finally. You and Crowley decided to hold off sex until that night. Both of you were going insane with want, and there had been a few times you’d wanted nothing more than to call off the agreement. A year was a long time to go without sleeping with the man you loved.

Somehow, you had made it. You’d planned your wedding with him, had spent the night in each other’s arms (you sleeping, him reading), gone on dates, and gone on hunts. At the moment, you were lounging in the honeymoon suite of your motel. He’d gone all out for this. He was currently standing at the end of the bed, removing his jacket. “You look radiant, love.” He smiled at you.

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King Domistair - Chapter One - The Beginning

(Alistair x Lissa, 852 smut filled words, NSFW)

Warnings/tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Dom/sub, Consent, Safewords, Spanking, Orgasm Denial ,Orgasm Delay/Denial, Forced Orgasm, Ass Play, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Forced, Finger Sucking, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering

The Queen was completely nude on her knees, pale arms stretched behind her back. Each hand grasped the other arm’s elbow. Her breasts were perked up, waiting for her King. Her hair was unpinned, loose blonde curls fell below her shoulders. Blue eyes were closed in anticipation. She was in for it this evening. She had stolen far too many secretive glances at her King, and at one point during the dinner with important dignitaries, she had slipped her hand onto his leg, and squeezed it lightly.

The King responded with a firm grasp on her hand, and a disapproving look of warning. Oh, she knew she was to be punished.

The past ten years as King of Ferelden had been good to Alistair. He proved to be a more than competent leader, and was favored much more than Anora ever had been. His Queen, Lissa, was a noble second in command, and the King had often referred to her with questions. He was assertive and confident, something Lissa was proud to see. Lissa believed she had it in him, he wasn’t just some bumbling fool that Morrigan once thought he was.

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