Ex-boyfriend Sukuna (Heian era) - is in big trouble with you -his new lovely concubine.
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — who doesn’t even know you broke up with him, because you are his concubine and he would never believe for one second that you even have that option.
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — who laughs in your face when you tell him you’re distancing because you heard he’s sleeping with another concubine. -“I’m the king. I do what I want.”
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — who tries to talk to you and tells you to stop being such a brat: “You’re mine. Act like that, woman.” But you strictly refuse to come to his chamber again.
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — who would love to kill you for your bratty attitude, but for some inexplicable reason he just can’t, and that drives him crazy.
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — one late night he can hardly believe it himself, but he misses you, and when you refuse again to come to his chamber, something in him snaps.
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — suddenly finds himself dismissing every woman he slept with in his palace except you, because you’re so fucking stubborn.
“Stop looking at me, woman. I didn’t do this for you. They were bad concubines anyway.”
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — who is sure you must be the strongest sorcerer of his era he’s ever met, and somehow you cursed him, because now you’re lying in his king-size bed with that fucking self-satisfied smile on your face — not as his concubine. No. As his new, beautiful wife.
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-tried something new today if you enjoyed, reblogs/notes mean a lot..🤍
-have a nice day/night wherever you are ♡ love yaa
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summary - every year, your village performs a tradition of sacrificing one human life to the king of curses, ryomen sukuna. this year, that life is yours. you were meant to be left to die, but instead, you're carried to his palace, wrapped in silk, and forced to be his concubine. what starts out as a blood sacrifice turns into a binding tether to the man who was meant to take your life.
author's note - guys.... i'm so sorry. i was hesitant to start posting cause my consistency when it comes to literally anything i enjoy in this miserable life is horrendous. pls Forgive Me.... i'm just uploading what i have so far for ch2 so i can post SOMETHING.
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chapter 2
You’re led to a large room filled with cushions and racks of kimonos of all colors and designs. Hands fly around you as you’re dressed up and down like a customizable doll, a blur of colors whizzing in front of your eyes.
They decide on a pale lavender kimono with tiny embroidered flowers that wraps around you like it was made just for your figure, plush silk draped over every curve of your body. Your hair is combed and brushed until it shines, and two of the women simultaneously apply touches of makeup to your face, covering any scars or bruises. They don’t manage to cover the slit across your forehead, however – it remains prominent, a reminder of the events that led you to be in this situation.
The walls of the dark hallway whisper with the voices of doomed souls, painted a red so deep it looks like raw flesh. Each footstep seems to bounce off the walls and reverberate back to you, making your ears ring.
Two of the women from earlier flank you on each side until you reach a large mahogany door. The dark brown wood is engraved with swirls and letters in a language you can’t seem to recognize. One of the women grabs the large handle and smiles tightly before opening the door for you and not-so-gently pushing you through. You’re about to turn around and question them when the door is slammed shut in your face.
Swallowing thickly, you slowly turn around and look at the front of the room, the sight nearly making you jump out of your skin.
In all his malevolent glory, Sukuna sits atop his throne, legs spread, four arms framing his intimidating form. He’s glaring at you, an unimpressed look on his face. It makes you feel oddly exposed.
“Come,” he commands, his voice bellowing through the room, flaring goosebumps all over your body. You slowly walk towards him, stopping at the steps of his throne and folding your hands in front of you nervously. You keep your gaze glued to the floor, too afraid to speak.
He scoffs at the pathetic display and leans forward.
“I said, come,” he snaps. You flinch slightly then toe up the steps to stand right in front of him, your gaze locked on your feet. His abs linger in your peripheral.
One of his four hands shoots up and grips your jaw, his entire hand dwarfing the width of your face. He turns your face from side to side, scanning you. You shift under his scrutinizing gaze, feeling a cold sweat trickle down the back of your neck.
But despite his intimidating, scary, 7 feet tall, will-snap-your-neck demeanor… he's kinda hot. Your eyes discreetly flicker over his face while he looks you over, taking in the markings on his skin.
He has surprisingly good bone structure — sharp jawline, high cheekbones, eyes that are currently staring into your soul. He's well-groomed, which you'd expect from someone so powerful.
Sukuna hums as if he's deep in thought and releases your face.
"Sit," he commands, lazily gesturing to a small ottoman beside his throne with a flick of his wrist. You sit down slowly. He doesn't take his eyes off of you.
You spend the rest of the day (night? You're not really sure how time works here… wherever here is) in his chamber, sitting silently as you observe him. He generally sits and stares ahead with a pissed off expression on his face, occasionally muttering ominously under his breath.
Sometimes, a few servants will come in with various scrolls to show him (which he mostly rips up and burns in their faces) or reports about curses around the area. He seems to just dismiss them. After what feels like hours of sitting there like an invisible spectator, he turns back to you. One of his hands lifts and he gestures to you then in front of him.
"Stand, girl," he snaps. "Quickly."
You scramble to your feet and move to stand in front of him, still unable to hold his gaze, folding your hands in front of you. His dark red eyes scan you from head to toe, causing your skin to erupt with goosebumps.
"Turn."
The fear deep in your skin makes you act before thinking, immediately turning around, giving your back to him. He hums noncommittally before telling you to leave. Thank goodness, you think, taking your chance and scurrying out of the room before you have to endure more of him.
Walking back down the hallway you came from, you spot the doors to the concubine room and push them open, slipping inside and shutting the door behind you. The women inside look up as you enter, and you spot a few familiar faces from earlier. The tall, pale woman with the hip-length brown hair steps forward, flanked by two other girls. She smiles at you gently and takes your arm, leading you to the bedroom while explaining the daily routines of the concubines and what to expect. You soon learn that her name is Miyuri. It seems she's a kind of leader, or perhaps she's been here the longest.
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As the next few days pass by, you struggle to adjust to your new "life" in this dark, macabre palace. It's like you've been transported to a completely new dimension, a whole other world way beyond the small village you were so used to. Every evening, a servant comes to the door and announces which concubine Sukuna has requested for the night before leading them out. The possibility of being chosen scares you more and more every day that passes. You try your best to lay low and keep a low profile within the palace in general, spending your days doing chores with the other girls — you clean the bathtubs, water some plants, occasionally help out in the kitchen, or try to do anything to pass time and keep you occupied.
In your mind, being chosen by Sukuna can only mean you're going to be pulverized. The idea of having sex with him, spending an entire night in his room, at his mercy — nothing scares you more. Even though you always see the concubines return alive and looking very well the next day, you never fail to notice the slight limp in their steps or the way they sit down slowly with a slight grimace.
After two weeks go on like this, you start to feel more comfortable in the possibility that Sukuna won't call on you anytime soon. Maybe it's because I'm new, you think, trying to convince yourself. You've created a sort of routine for yourself, doing different tasks every day to try and stay unnoticed. So far, it's working — or so you thought.
One evening, you're sitting on the floor in the main room with the other women. Miyuri is sitting behind you, combing your hair and getting ready to braid it for you. Suddenly, the large door swings open, and you look up to see Sukuna himself standing at the door. Your heart drops. The other women pause what they're doing and bow respectfully, and you go to do the same, but then he speaks.
"You," he says, loud and commanding. "On the floor."
Shit, shit, shit…
You silently curse and clench your eyes shut for a second before looking up at him. You can feel your whole body trembling.
"Um… m-me?" you mumble nervously.
"Get up."
You quickly get to your feet, Miyuri's prior brushing making your hair fall smoothly. The other women are incredibly confused, some of them whispering amongst themselves. Sukuna has never come to personally take a concubine back to his room with him. You step forward, your legs feeling like they're made of jelly. He stares at you then turns and leaves, like he's expecting you to follow him. He doesn't need to tell you. You exchange a look with Miyuri before rushing out of the room to catch up with him.
I am thinking... about Integration-adjacent AUs, where the Mandalorian empire is OFFICIALLY anti-slavery but they have a fun little exception for criminals and POWs. This is mostly just implemented as "stick 'em in the brainwashing tower," but
Satine has a concubine. Obi-Wan.
People are very critical of this not for moral reasons, but because Obi-Wan is too clever by half and keeps offering political opinions, despite being half-naked and draped in sheer fabrics and gold chains etc.
He's not even force-cuffed! He could be using JEDI MIND TRICKS!
He also keeps having shady conversations in dark corners with Satine's political rivals, and her allies are worried that he's here as a plant by the Trads to destabilize her rule and destroy the New Mando movement in pursuit of a Glorious Ideal because Obi-Wan is somehow(?) more Mando than Satine herself is.
Cut to behind the scenes and it's revealed that Satine and Obi-Wan met YEARS before, and fell in love in part because of shared ideals regarding pacifism and anti-imperialism, and hatched a plan for him to be FAKE captured so she could request him as a "pet" to keep at her side but actually he's her secret weapon and there fully of his own choice, and he's playing the trads like a fucking fiddle.
Obi-Wan did go through the brainwashing tower when he first arrived (they already planned on him being her concubine, so it wasn't a surprise when the Mandos put him through an unusually horny training regimen) and hasn't given anyone reason to put him in the brainwashing building since, because he feels a duty to stay at her side.
Probably this initially takes place through the POV of like... Anakin or Jango or something. As soon as some Crucial Plot Element is done with, Obi-Wan just kinda stands up and stretches and goes That Was Fun, I Should Go Now, and then he and Satine flirt a bit about how he has to return to the Jedi as the awe and horror builds in everyone around them, realizing what the hell has been going on for the past few years.
Bo-Katan, who's like twelve, off to one side: So does that mean you're actually going to marry him now that he doesn't have to pretend you own him?
Obi-Wan: Oh, I'm afraid not. I've enjoyed my time with the Duchess very much, but I've a life to get back to.
Bo-Katan, who was being half-raised by him since the parents died and Satine took over: NO!
Anakin, smug, at Bo: And he's taking me with him!
It is at this point that Bo-Katan attempts a murder.
(NGL this came to me as a flash-in-the-pan vibe from one (1) sentence in this smut fic by @bittodeath, but also halfway through I realized I was kind of bouncing off of this AU I did a few months back.)
🎵 If I said you could never touch me,
You'd come over and say I looked lovely 🎵
This is a small sample of an AU I've been messing with in my head... if you'd like for me to continue it please let me know by voting in this poll! This is not yet on AO3, as this is a small sample of a larger one-shot.
Pairing: Queen!Natasha Romanoff/Concubine!Reader
Summary: You were raised in the role of a concubine, and gifted to Queen Natalia Alianovna Romanova accordingly. She never touches you. Instead, she summons you to sit in silence and sends you away, day after day, week after week -- denying the only purpose you were ever meant to serve.
Tags: Concubine AU, Royalty AU, Power Imbalance, Sexual Politics, Referenced Institutionalized Sexual Exploitation, Emotionally Repressed Natasha Romanoff, Eventual Hurt/Comfort, Unreliable Narrator, Miscommunication, ANGST!
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: This AU really reallyy hurts me a lot because there's so much going on between these two that they both struggle to communicate to each other and AUGHHHH. I will say not to expect a declared relationship of any kind between these two, but I would??? classify it as a slow burn as much as it can be as a one-shot. Eventually! This is just a small sample but I can assume the final piece will be around 10k? I'm a sucker for mutual yearning man.
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Queen Natalia Alianovna Romanova is not human.
That is what the rumors say about her, and that is what you were told just before meeting her
“That woman is something else, I tell you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile, in all the years I’ve known her,” Lord Stark had said to you, “People like that usually have… elaborate tastes.”
He winked at you, then, something you had learned to mean he thought what he had said was funny. You offered a laugh in response; not much, there was only so much space you were permitted to occupy. Just enough to satiate the man.
There are rumors about him, too. That he’s a heartless womanizer. That is why you had doubted the rumors about Queen Natalia.
Lord Stark is not heartless, not really.
You were born into the role of concubine. You consider yourself lucky in that way. You’ve had no other life to miss. Despite your lower status, Lord Stark had raised you like one of his own. Your quarters were kept clean, you were well-nourished, and most importantly, you were educated. Other houses deemed traditional education unnecessary for concubines; they believed the time wasted could be spent teaching more specialized topics. Lord Stark didn’t think much of the other houses’ opinions.
You weren’t necessarily considered well-educated in the eyes of people like the court, but you had been taught basic math, reading, and writing, along with whatever hobbies Lord Stark had happened to be entranced with when you approached him.
Lord Stark is, however, a womanizer. That is why you should have known that the rumors about Queen Natalia are true.
An untouched concubine is a highly valued gift. One that most would be eager to accept.
Queen Natalia was anything but.
Lord Stark had loudly commanded the court’s attention upon his arrival, as was expected of him. You kept your eyes trained on the floor, as was expected of you. He introduced you, not by name, but by your age, education (the kind that mattered for concubines, no one cared much for the books you could read), and your virginity.
The court fell quiet. Nobody had dared offer a concubine to Queen Natalia before. She did not approach you, did not stand from her throne. Several moments of silence had passed in the court, one that no one dared to broach, before you heard her voice then.
“I accept.”
You were ushered away to your new quarters soon after. They were nice, much too nice for someone of your status. You could only assume that they were quarters meant for guests of the crown, hastily assigned to you as there were no quarters built for concubines in Queen Natalia’s castle.
You do not indulge in the grandeur of them. You are not meant to; it is not your place.
Queen Natalia did not summon you for days. You were fed, bathed, and clothed, but never summoned. You didn’t mind, at first, but it was only delaying the inevitable. You wished she would get it over with so you could adjust to her preferences and your new life, rather than leave you wondering about possibilities in your chambers.
When she did summon you, it was without ceremony. A servant had simply approached, told you that “Queen Natalia requests your presence”, and left. When you had swallowed your nerves and exited your quarters, a guard escorted you to her chambers without a word.
She did not rise at your arrival, nor did she spare a glance. She had simply gestured to a chair near the fireplace and ordered you to sit. You did so, keeping your gaze trained on your lap. You did not fidget, despite your nerves about the situation. You simply sat and waited for further instruction. Instruction that never came.
Queen Natalia worked as if you were not there, flipping through papers and signing her name when necessary. When she was done, she sent you away.
“You may return to your chambers.”
You had hesitated, at first, and wondered if you had missed a cue. You did not question her, though. It is not your place. You stood from your seat, kept your gaze trained to the ground, and returned to your chambers.
You did the same the next day, and the next. The times at which you were summoned differed, but the routine remained the same. Queen Natalia very rarely spoke to you other than to dismiss you. The first time she did, you weren’t entirely sure how to respond.
“You don’t speak.” She had said suddenly, as an observation more than anything.
You flicked your gaze away from your lap, then, just enough to see if she was looking at you. She wasn’t.
“Yes.” You had said quietly, just barely audible, unsure if she was actually speaking to you.
“Do you choose not to?” She had asked, though she still did not look at you.
Her wording had confused you; the presumption of autonomy. It is not your place to choose.
“I can speak if you’d like.” You offered, because she had wanted you to reply.
She did not utter another word until your dismissal.
That was the extent of your interactions with Queen Natalia. She never touched you. She never even looked at you. At first, you presumed that she was not one to trust easily, that she needed time to grow comfortable enough in your presence to indulge in what you were to provide. You are her first concubine, after all.
But she never asked anything of you.
Any questions she asked you were about you, the way you hold yourself, your silence. Not once did she ask for any favors you could provide.
It was not until you had overheard a servant that you realized the truth.
“She was just being polite. Could you imagine the repercussions if she were to deny such a gift?”
Accepting you was the politically convenient choice, and that was all. She had never planned on indulging in you and is likely planning on disposing of you as soon as it would be politically acceptable.
Queen Natalia Alianovna Romanova is not human.
Not because she will dispose of you, but because she never intended to use you at all. To be used and discarded is the nature of a concubine; to be ignored is something else entirely.
I'm sorry but after reading both Rook and Vil's concubine HC's I'm astounded MC isn't pregnant
LMFAO WHAT IF YOU GET PREGNANT AND NO ONE CAN TELL WHOSE BABY IT IS AHAHHAH
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like. you feel like shit so you go to the doctor who so happily tells you that, congratulations, you are pregnant! while you are just ( ╹▽╹ ) oh fuck, who fault is it. is it Vil's or Rook's??? you probably won't find out until you finally give birth and see whose baby reminds you more of who
bringing back this idea from lilia concubine au what if you give birth to twins. one of vil the other of rook. both blond babies with your eyes colour a fucking NIGHTMARE
So now you gotta tell to the possible baby daddies who are, after hearing the news, excited and so happy!! They can't wait to start a family with you and have the baby babbling about nothing around, they are so excited they look like little kids themselves. None of them really care if the baby isn't his, they will both act like a father to the baby! You basically have a big, large family now.
Also if you think they will leave you be when you are pregnant think twice, because they won't. They both find you so pretty while pregnant with their, maybe, baby they can't help themselves but be all over you, kissing every inch of your body while they thrust deep inside of you. If you give birth to the other baby that's okay, they will accept with a happy smile, but they promise to themselves that you are going to give birth to their baby next
"When I'm alone with you,
I forget those who have
touched me with anything
other than love and reverence;
I find sanctuary in your sheets,
in your arms wrapped around me.
You are clean, you are warmth,
you are the home I've never known."
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Some art for @adaphyl and my concubine au, just something soft between Lotor and Keith because I think about them all the time. If anyone's curious I might yap about this au on here (I might do it even if no one wants to hear it because I have free will).
Also, Keith is not genderbent in this au. He's a pre-op transman and because of circumstances in this au he doesn't bind.
