#concubine reader

[scap34]

Sub! Four-armed! Emperor! Heian!Sukuna x Top! Dom! Concubine! sadistic! male! Bratty! Reader

Patience is a Vice <3

warnings: oral sex, self degradation, blowjobs, cussing, mentions of violence and cannibalism

Summary: Sukuna took you in as a concubine. You were caught with servant.

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Sukuna was going to run out of patience. 

He always did. 

Talkative men, desperate for his approval. Eager women, scantily dressed, vying for his attention. These were all common sights.

He accepted gifts from men with too much wealth and too little spine, indulged in the company of women all too willing to slip beneath his sheets in hopes of securing his favor.

But in the end, his patience snapped and he slaughtered them all. Leaving Uraume to clean up the mess. Lounging on his throne of massacred bodies. 

He was going to run out of patience with you too. 

“Sukuna! You’re not even listening!” A sharp tug on his hand brought him back to awareness. Your hand carded through his hair. Your pink lips pulled into an unhappy frown that bordered on a pout. 

“Pay attention to me! Can’t you tell I’m talking here?” You snapped at him annoyed. No one dared talk to him like that. Death would be a mercy for those pathetic fools, one they wouldn’t receive till it was too late. 

How dare a pathetic puny human like you, talk to him like that? 

Your hand yanked his hair harder. He winched slightly. “Got it?” He gave a brief nod. You sighed and loosened your grip on his hair. 

“Are you sure you can even do it?” You retorted, almost bored and questioning. Like he was incapable of it. He could snap you in half, gorge himself on your organs. Tear your spine out and rip your skeptical eyes out. 

Your foot brushed against his bulge. A low choked groan left his throat. 

“I can.” He replied gruffly, voice hoarse. You huffed, your lips pressed into a sulky pout,bored annoyance flickering in your eyes.

“You better. You killed my last one. Next time—”

“Shut up.”

His hands tightened around your thighs, a silent warning. Sukuna’s four eyes burned with fury, his brows knitting together in a storm of barely contained rage—fury that would have made any ordinary person wither.

But you? You barely reacted. Instead, you let out a grumpy huff, lips pressing into a pout.

Disobedient little mortal.

He could snap you in half, reduce you to nothing with a flick of his wrist. Compared to him, you were insignificant. And yet, you sat there, utterly unbothered.

“I’ll kill anyone else,” he shot back, voice edged with warning. “You don’t need them.”

“And why is that?” You challenged, yanking his hair without hesitation. A wince flickered across his face, quickly replaced by irritation. “And don’t cut me off!”

Sukuna should rip out your tongue for that. He should cleave your hand straight off, watch you choke on your own blood as he laughed.

Instead, he let out a low, disgruntled grumble.

“You have me.” 

Why was he letting you order him around? Why did he just let you do as you wished?   

You were his slave. The one he’d picked off the streets. Your fierce attitude and unbroken gaze despite your battered body inciting his desire to conquer. 

He’d taken you off the streets, saved you from being sold as a slave. And instead had made you his concubine. 

You were meant to serve him, kneeling at his feet, draped in silks that exposed your lithe body and adorned in chiming silver accessories. You should have been vying for his attention, desperate to please him, to remain in his favor.

It was you who should have been begging for his time, his touch, his attention. 

For all intents and purposes, you were. 

You were the one naked on the bed. Your unblemished soft skin on display. The soft slight curve of your stomach from a lavish lifestyle that he provided. Long slender limbs with the hints of muscle exposed, and bare for him.

So why was he on his knees for you? 

His towering frame, hunched down kneeling in front of you. His upper hands were resting on your soft thighs, the other pair, caressing your ankle and calf. 

“And how good are you? You haven’t made me cum once.” You retorted. Sukuna gritted his teeth. 

How dare you mock him? Did you think he did this often? He was the King of Curses. He didn’t make a habit of doing this with common, weak, pathetic humans.

You tugged your leg from his grasp. “If you can’t do it then send someone who can.” He was going to tear your heart out and eat it. 

His hand immediately held your fleeing leg. His warm, calloused hand wrapped around your ankle. His hand wrapped all the way around fingers touching. 

He could easily break your legs, sever your Achilles tendons. Make sure you never leave him, force you to crawl. 

You didn’t look phrased. Pretty lips curled down in annoyance, like he was dirt under your feet. 

His hand immediately loosened around your ankle. “I,” he forced the words to leave his mouth. “Can do it. Don’t leave.” It sounded like begging even to him. 

Your thighs flexed under his hold, and you tapped your chin, like you were thinking. Like the King of Curses, pleading for you. Begging to please you, make you cum, wasn’t enough to convince you. 

“Fine. Last chance.” You relented and shifted back into position. Your legs open, and spread, showing off your pretty cock. 

He was going to run out of patience one day and then he was going to kill you. 

He leaned closer. One hand reaching over to gently hold and rub your cock. The rest half holding, resting on your hip, and legs. He licked the tip all the way down, trying to mimic the way his other concubines pleased him. 

A soft moan left your mouth. The sound immediately perked him up. He could make you finish, and he would. 

He licked the head of your cock, and sunk down. He took you in fully, deep throating you, without gagging. The sounds that left your pretty lips, had him shifting, his own cock growing harder. Your hand instinctively yanked his hair, adding to his growing arousal. 

The King of Curses on his knees, sucking you off like a common whore. 

When you finally finished, he swallowed all your cum. The sticky sweet yet salty taste was so you,that he couldn’t help licking his lips clean. 

You were a sight to see in your ecstasy. Face flushed and loose limbed. You looked down at him, pupils blown and his hearts, the ones he swore were dead, thumped in his chest. The look in your eyes so close to desire, to something more, that he wanted. 

“Did you cum?” You were frowning at him now while examining him. The question had him pausing. Did he cum?

His bottom pair of eyes darted down, while he kept looking at you. His thighs in his loose trousers were slick with cum. Fuck. He did. He doesn’t even remember when. 

Your leg pulled from his grasp and foot pressed at his muscled chest. He should have you killed for this. Putting your foot on him, like he was less than you. 

“Nasty.” You tsked, at him, pushing him away from you with your foot. You were too weak to push him, but nevertheless he leaned back. 

Sukuna was going to kill you one day. Rip your spleen out and watch you beg for mercy. 

His hand curled around your ankle gently rubbing circles, as he leaned down and kissed your calf. 

“Don’t leave marks.” You ordered lazily, sitting above him without a care in the world. Lounging like you held the power.  Hands that had killed and destroyed, wrapped around your body. They didn’t hurt you, holding your body with a gentleness Sukuna didn’t know he could possess. 

He licked the patch of unmarked skin, tempted to skin his teeth into you. Leave his mark on your unblemished skin. Make you his. Not just in name, but in every way possible. 

He wanted you to want him, like he craved you. 

Like how he worshiped you. 

He’d burn the world for you and you knew that. You had everything at the tip of your fingers. No matter what you wanted, he’d bend over backwards to cater to you. 

Conquer you? You already had him twisted around your pretty fingers. 

“Sukuna,” your sweet, cruel voice called. “Get out of my room.” 

One day he was going to run out of patience and he was going to kill you. 

“Okay.” His voice was rough. He left a fleeting kiss on your soft thigh, hands brushing over your exposed skin, like they wanted to skin into your bones and stay. 

He pulled away, ignoring how his cock throbbed, already hardening again. Your eyes drifted down his muscular tattooed body. He wanted to preen, show him off to you. Incite your desire and make you come to him for your needs. 

Your burning gaze landed in his tented pants. You didn’t look bothered. Your beautiful eyes glimmered and your lips curled up in contempt. 

“And don’t call anyone over.” You were a cruel little thing. Denying him release using another, and not letting him indulge in you. His arousal grew, his stamina already recovering despite his latest orgasm. 

He shot you a glare, his jaw tightening before he gave a stiff nod. “Fine,” he muttered, reluctant but yielding.

You hummed, pleased. “Maybe I’ll call you back later,” you mused, tossing the words out like a bone to a begging dog.

He was a king, an emperor—worshipped, feared. People groveled for the chance to warm his bed.

And yet, here he was, hanging onto your lazy, teasing words, hunger coiling in his gut at the mere thought of you summoning him again. Like he was nothing but a cheap whore for you. A thing to warm your bed in the darkness of night. 

What could he do but nod, shifting slightly in a futile attempt to hide his growing interest? His body ached—for you, for your touch, for the sweet sounds of pleasure only you could give him.

For your cruel words and that maddeningly pretty face.

“Well? Get out.” 

Sukuna was not a patient person. But you made him feel more than anyone else. So it made sense you were the exception.

[whatsgoesaround-cums-around]

His greatest Ally

PART ONE: Problem Solver

Heian Era Sukuna x concubine!reader

CW: Implied rough sex (NOT READER), so much historical politics, BAMF!reader, smart!reader, courtroom politics

SLOW BURN THIS IS SFW

a/n i did so much research but at somepoint i gave up. some things are historically accurate and some arent, idc, i just want my historical drama.

A noble woman such as yourself has been made into the Emperor's concubine, and frankly you could do worse. But little things are slipping between the cracks, and you've never been one to stand back when something can be done- so you do what you do best. Quietly solve problems. However, there's a new problem, the Emperor wants to know who's been doing the work of ten people- and he want's to know now.

It'd been two weeks since you had joined the Emperor's harem. You and two other women at his beck and call. Soji- convinced she's to be the Empress, constantly trying to win favor in court; and Hana- sweet but if the noises you've heard are to be believed, she likes it rough.

Then you. Eldest daugter of a noble family, raised in the very courts you now watched idly. The only thing you're to do in court is look pretty. It's.... frusterating to say the least. Especially considering you were literally made for this. Your eyes are fixed on everyone- reading body language like Soji reads poetry. It's painful how these nobles lie through their teeth- and how the Empire suffers for their ass kissing.

The Emperor has been battling for weeks on end, fighting a war with a clan on the eastern border of Edo, acting as the commanding officer for the Shogunate- which while below his station he insists upon.

Of course when you first arrived you made friends with the staff. Anybody who wants to know what is happening in the palace knows that information travels by the mouth of the lower classes. It takes nothing for you to know the servants, and even less to probe just enough to establish trust, and then the flow of information.

Perhaps thats why you're the first to notice when things stop running smoothly. Someone in charge of paying the servants retires- something that was planned in advance- but due to the war there is no replacement. You hear worried murmurs from your servants about how they don't know if they'll get paid- because nobody knows the how the former financial worker organized.

two weeks of worried murmurs which build into panicked chatter finally make you enter the mans office. It takes you days to read through past ledgers, reports, all of it- but when you finish you under stand the system inside and out.

Once you learn the system it laughably easy to fill out all of the ledgers and divvy up coinage- including any missed backpay. You pass the filled out information to the treasurer- and the staff is paid. It becomes a task, something you spend your hours alone in the palace doing.

The next thing that slips through is you notice that when court meets- nobody goes over the transcript. When you realize you have to sit down for a few minutes. Court transcripts must be gone over at least twice- they're the only record of what happens in a court room- and if not checked the transcriber has the abillity to alter history itself.

So you gain another task. You start transcribing court, it takes forever, but the sanctity of the Empire is ensured. Court is meeting daily, and you record everything. However, the nobles are speaking of things, palces, and people that you are unfamiliar with. So you do some digging. You establish a simple network- you recieve weekly letters from various servants in every major noble household in Japan- and stars did it take so long to establish your network but fuck it's worth it- and from minor lords across the prefectures.

You compile....... cheat sheets? Summaries? Regardless of the termonology, you compile information. You've pages upon pages of information about various nobles, their dirty secrets, tells, goals, anything and everything. Then you condense it into just a few sheets of paper- updates on major players at the time, moves being made, and best of all places to press on to make it hurt.

Then the season changes, and someone needs to submit the next croprotation. it takes minutes, and you leave it in the courtroom. It passes with little question as to who created the plan.

Other little things like that happen, you'll edit a proposed law and leave it in the court and it will be considered, a proposal for the coming years budget, it's..... a little intoxicating knowing how much power you wield even if it's indirectly. But you continue to work, why would you stop? It keeps you busy, keepsyour mind sharp, and no one else is going to do it, so you might as well. Then The Emperor returns.

You continue as usual- except now your leaving your notes and updates in his study. You have months of information- so you leave the scrolls about each noble in court on his desk, then you set the annotated law proposals (summarizing and suggesting alterations), proposed trade routes (you know what places are struggling before the noble's do- the poor feel pain before the wealthy), and the court transcripts all on his desk.

The first few days nothing comes of it- though considering Hana and Soji are basically trapped in his private chambers you're not suprised- then you finally see him enter his study.

It's a complete coincidence- you're passing his study as you head to the gardens and his eyes flick over you. It's a brief flick of his eyes and entierly dismissive so you carry on- but as you walk away you hear a loud "What the fuck?"

You smile to yourself and head to the gardens.

Court comes three days later- apparantly people are being questioned about the notes and their involvement. But nobody realizes its you doing it all. You're not trying to be sneaky or dishonest- but if you're found out odds are they'll force you to stop- and things are running so well it'd be a shame for you to stop now.

All the concubines have been summoned to court, you're all seated to the sides of the throne. Soji and Hana sit together- murmuring quietly. Finally the Emperor enters- holdign the notes you dropped off last night. His foot steps are heavy as he walks and sits on his throne. "Silence." His voice is low. "who did this?" He holds the notes up, the court room breaks into whispers.

"Not us your majesty." The nobles say eventually.

The Emperor growls. "Then who is transcribing court? proposing trade routes? Handling financial matters?" He shouts standing up form his throne. At his outburst you realize he can't find out it's you- you value your life and he's furious. "Surely one of you knows something!"

The nobles all panic faintly buefore shaking their heads.

"Useless." He hisses, sitting down with a thump.

"Perhaps its the servants?" Sojo says looking to him. "Would they not have the combined knowledge to perform this?"

The Emperor hums. "Perhaps, but the handwriting is to well done to be a peasant."

"Does it matter who they are?" Hana asks frowning.

"Of course it matters! We know nothing of this person's motives- nor their qualifications to be handling such information!" A noble shouts.

The nobles murmur in agreement. "Perhaps its a spy- lulling us into a dependant pattern!"

You raise a brow- this is spiraling and spiraling fast. "Perhaps," You start, glancing around. "this person doesn't wish to be found. There's no name attached, this is the sort of thing that people want to claim. This is done intentionally anonymously, can we not just.... move on? When we check the validity everything lines up. Nothingis being reported incorrectly- therefore.... whats the issue?"

The Emperor meets your eyes and a shiver runs across your skin- but you maintain your face. "perhaps you're right." He murmurs finally.

Slowly court moves on, and finally you get to see the Emperor in action. He's quite the sight. He doesn't speak much, watching, listening, you can see his mind working behind his eyes, sharp and analytical.

When he speaks his voice sucks the noise from the room, it commands attention without trying. When someone proposes something absurd he quirks a brow and they fall silent. Every action is loud and purposeful.

You can't help but be charmed. He handles court sharply, as if he's still on the battlefield. As if he expects nothing but obedience and loyalty.

Sure he's ruling with an iron fist, and he's smart about it, but you can't help but feel that he could be smarter. He works with what he sees- nothing more nothing less. But it means he misses the nuance, the sublte motions and moments.

He's moving chess pieces in response to threats, zoomed into one part of the board, ignoring the subltly developing as other pieces move quiet and quick.

Lucky enough for him, you're happy to expose the sublties for him. After all, if the problem is he isn't seeing something, the solution is to show him.

Night falls, and you set another stack of papers on his desk and leave.

[untoldstar]

yandere! emperor x fem concubine! reader x fem yandere! concubine

You’ve been chosen to be one of the emperors concubines. You still have no idea why on earth they would choose you. Apparently the emperor has taken notice of you and demanded to have you added to his harem of concubines. With the emperor himself insisting on it being you, you had little room for refusal.

And that’s how you found yourself here, being escorted into a large lounge like room, the floors covered in silk throws and pillows with women sprawled on top. Some naked, some half dressed, and others covered in silk robes. They eyed you as you walk in their gazes half filled with curiosity and half filled with disdain.

In the back you see a woman lounging with pillows all around her arranged in a way where she’s propped up comfortably, her slender pale body covered in flawless flowing red silk. Her gaze meets yours and and her lips stretch into an almost feline-like smile. She ushers you closer and you comply. Forcing your legs to keep going when they stiffen under everyone’s stare, their eyes following your across the room as if they’re the lions and you just walked into their den.

“You’re the girl the emperor requested.” you dumbly nodded not opting to say anything yet. Her eyes scan you, amusement and curiosity spreading through her face “How interesting..” She mutters before patting the space beside her. You think that gesture must have meant something significant because just at that moment the intensity in the room melts away and you feel all the watchful gazes that were trained on your back drift away making your shoulders visibly relax.

You sit beside her, your body much more stiff and closed in on itself in comparison to her leisurely sprawled body that reminds you of a lazy cat “He caused quite a fuss to have you here, which means you are important. So, I will be the one to teach you.” Your brows pinch and you start fidgeting with your finger “Teach..me?” She raises a brow “Yes, teach you. I’m in his favor. And since it seems you have certain significance to him you will be taught under the very best.” A smug smile pulls at her lips and it only adds to the uneasiness in your chest “And you’ll be teaching me..what exactly?” A small frown creases between her brows at your words. She leans closer lowering her voice, her flowery perfume enveloping you “You are aware of what it is to be a concubine, yes? Of what you must do?” A deep blush creeps up your face much to her amusement and you hesitantly nod “Yes! yes I..I’m aware of what I must do.” She nods curtly “That is what i’ll be teaching you. Along with other things so you can satisfy him. I cannot send you to his chamber as the stuttering red faced mess you are right now. No- I shall transform you.” Mischief glints in her eyes and you worry over what will become of you the longer you stay her. She suddenly stands up, her shoulders square with conviction “No better time to start than the present.” She nods her head at you and turns around, the silk flowing around her and causing that flowery perfume to waft over to you once again.

Still a little dazed and weary you get up and follow her into your new life.

“This is my sleeping chamber.” She pushes the double doors open gesturing around her to the wide tidy space. Your eyes scan the room in awe. The bed covered in heavy soft sheets. Thick expensive rugs under your feet. All the fabrics painted in beautiful pink and lavenders colors with golden threads intertwined creating beautiful designs. Your eyes land on the wooden vanity covered with expensive looking perfumes, jewelry and different containers felt with powders. She gestures towards the soft cushioned chair in front of it “Take a seat so we can begin our work. He’ll want to see you today.” You jerk “Today?! Isn’t it soon..Shouldn’t I be more prepared?” She doesn’t look the least bit concerned or amused instead she gestures towards the chair again and you comply “He can be a bit impatient at times” A small smiles pulls at the corner of her lips. She pulls a small glass box and a brush without even looking, seemingly have done this a dozen times before. She gets to work on your face and the both of you fall into silence the only sounds are those of different brushes gliding across your face. As she focuses on her work you can’t help but admire her appearance. Soft fair skin, red as blood lips, long black silky hair. Her beauty reminded you that of a siren. Glorious but deadly. You are brought out of your daze when she tips your chin up with two slender fingers smiling proudly at her work “He’s always had an eye for beautiful things..” Your cheeks heat up and you feel the urge to return the compliment because she’s enough proof of her words but you think she already knows that “Now. How about we get you some different clothes hm?”

After you were given silk robes similar to the ones the other women you saw earlier wore she lead you back into the same room “Now you can rest here and do what you like until he calls for you. The girls spend most of their time here.” You nod and from your peripherals you see a girl make here way to you both, her gaze fixed on you in interest “My my~ You did well Ruby. I hardly recognized her.” She says in a sultry feminine voice and reaches a hand to tip your chin up when Ruby swats it away “Of course. That shouldn’t be surprising not the least bit to you.” You catch a hint of annoyance in her voice and the other girl doesn’t seem fazed instead she smiles at Ruby as though the both shared a secret before turning to you again, stepping closer, far too close for your own comfort “Why don’t you come sit with me? I’ll introduce you to the other girls and we can have some tea to calm your nerves.” Ruby lifts a hand and grips your shoulder a little too tight and the girls gaze slides to your shoulder “She’s quite fine with me.” She must have seen something in Ruby that made her relent. Simply crossing her arms and stepping back with a sly smile on her face “Fine. Maybe we’ll have our fun later~” She purrs and side steps both of you making Ruby scoff.

Ruby’s grip on you hadn’t loosened after that until you were sitting snug right beside her. Where she could keep an eye on you and make sure no one else was preying on you.

You felt odd between them. Unfamiliar. They looked like strange creatures to you. Would you truly become the same one day? You couldn’t even imagine having the same confident and seductive energy they do. You wonder if they were like you when they were first brought here.

And the expensive silk on your skin feels foreign. Soft and cool against you. It felt quite nice. Now that was something you could definitely get used to.

You tried to relax and calm your nerves. Sitting more comfortably, enjoying tea and pawing at the different selections of fruits. Ruby didn’t talk to you much so you mostly observed how she interacted with the other girls. They truly liked her. Swarming her, throwing compliments at her left and right, gushing over her beauty. Although she was sitting on the same cushioned floors they were you could almost see her sitting on a high throne instead with the way she was revered. The emperor must really favor her “You have a terrible habit of staring don’t you?” You jerk “Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ She swats a hand in disinterest “I don’t care for apologies.” Your jaw snaps with an audible click and Ruby shift so she’s facing you “I take it you’re more comfortable now yes?” You nod and give her a small smile “Yes much more. I’ll admit I felt like I was going to faint from the nerves when I first stepped a foot in here. I’m sure everyone could see it on my face.” You huff a laugh and look down at the cup of tea between your palms in embarrassment “That’s not enough.” You lift your head up and are met with a hard stare “..What is?” She lets out an exasperated sigh “That’s not enough for me. I need you to be better than this…Come closer.” You set down the cup and shift closer to her “Don’t be shy now. A little closer.” You can’t help but comply her order. She still doesn’t look satisfied as she leans her face close to yours “Hmm no I can’t have you embarrass me. After all everything you do is a direct reflection of me from now on..” She brushes a thumb against your bottom lip before closing her eyes and capturing your lips, humming in satisfaction “I haven’t tasted something so sweet in a long time~” Her hand drifts down to your hip squeezing gently. She trails a soft kiss down to your chin “Tilt your head back..That’s it good~” She kisses down your neck making you let out delicious little gasps. Your eyelids flutter open and you see a few pairs of eyes on you “Everyone is-“ She hums and leaves sloppy kisses on your shoulder making the robe fall to side and painting the perfect lewd picture “That’s alright~ They won’t bother us.” One of her hands tug the ribbon of your robe, the fabric slowly loosens around your body and you feel heat igniting in you. Your breath growing shallow with a strange excitement that’s abruptly interrupted when her movements halt. You look down to see her head turned to the side. An irritated look on her face. She reached to cover you and arrange your robe elegantly again “Oh~It seem he just called for you..”

“And I was just starting to have fun.”

[cassiefromhell]

Blings, Rings, & Other Things

Sukuna x Concubine!Reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: mention of sex, nakedness

a/n: i tried my hand at sukuna. don’t squint too hard. as always, requests are open, pls send me things because I'll write anything and I'm bored

You need to ask Lord Sukuna for a new necklace.

You sit in front of your elegant mirror, lounging on the ornate carpet with all of your necklaces laid out in front of you. Diamonds, emeralds, sapphires. But no rubies.

How do you not own a single ruby necklace?

Your Lord gave you a stunning red dress for the ball tonight, one that flatters you in every way. But somehow, you have no necklace to match. And it’s crucial that you look impeccable, because an extremely politically important Lady and her full entourage arrived last night, and they will all be at the ball, too. Sukuna’s whole harem was invited, expected to dress to reflect on his power. Which consisted of you, since he had permanently dismissed all his other concubines months ago.

But you had no ruby necklaces.

You sigh, running a hand through your still-damp hair. Your dressers will be here soon, pampering you for the event ー maybe you could get one of them to grab you a ruby necklace from… somewhere. You weren’t sure where Lord Sukuna got all those exquisite things.

A soft knock comes on your door, and you straighten, quickly jumping to your feet. Your maids will kill you when they see that you’ve been sitting and pondering instead of finishing your hair. You place all your necklaces back where you had them laid out on the bureau, hurriedly arranging them nicely.

The knock comes again, just as you’re crossing your large room to get to your dressing room, where your silk robe is hung up. Because you were stupid enough to be sitting around naked, and now you’re definitely pissing off your personal staff with your tardiness.

“Just a moment, ladies,” you call out, taking the robe down. “Not clothed yet!”

“I don’t mind,” a purr of a voice says against your ear, familiar hands wrapping around your waist.

You flinch, practically flying off the ground, then slowly sink back into Sukuna’s gentle embrace, your bare back leaning against his outiftted chest. 

“By the Gods, you scared me,” you murmur, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “You’re so fast, I couldn’t hear you coming. I thought you were Izumi and Murasaki.”

“You called me ‘ladies,’ so I assumed so,” he hums.

Sukuna takes your chin between his index finger and thumb, gently tilting your head up to look at him properly. He gives you a tender kiss, something that’s so rare from Sukuna, with his… well, brutish persona. But he gives you that softness in this moment that you so crave, his tongue dancing with yours.

When he breaks the kiss, you open your eyes and gaze up at him. You chew your bottom lip. “Is something happening? You were supposed to be in a meeting with the Lady and her advisors until an hour before the ball, and it’s only just past noon…”

He releases you and takes one long stride backwards to lean against the wall. “I left early.”

“How come?” You ask, slipping your robe on and raising a brow. “Did something happen?”

“Yes.”

You narrow your eyes. You know Sukuna usually tries to keep you out of courtly matters; he says he doesn’t want you to carry the burden that he does. But right now, he’s being exceptionally quiet.

“Are you going to elaborate?” You turn and leave the dressing room, figuring you may as well finish drying your hair as you talk. At first you had assumed he had visited for sex before the long night ahead of you both, but the atmosphere has dimmed down quickly.

“The visiting Lady Taira and her advisors have come with a marriage proposition between myself and Lady Taira, organized by her cousin,” Sukuna replies, tone giving none of his emotions away.

Marriage!

You nearly trip and fall, but quickly recover, taking a sharp breath and continuing to your dresser. You refuse to let something so little bother you. After all, no matter how many fancy things he buys you, or nights he lets you stay in his bed instead of immediately sending you back to your chambers, or times he tested the words “I care for you,” when he thought you were asleep, you are merely a concubine. A woman to be kept pretty, to be called upon for sex or comfort or every once in a while, someone to complain to. You know this. And so, with an unshaking hand, you grasp a dry hair towel and watch him in the mirror.

“That’s a very good offer,” you hum, traitorous heart thrumming in your chest. “Lady Taira is said to be the loveliest lady of all. Your council has been trying to get you to marry for months now. She would be a nice candidate for you, I think.”

He scoffs, sitting on your bed. Your eyes meet in the mirror. “She is not the loveliest lady. Not even close.”

“Oh? Well, a marriage to her would surely be beneficial,” you turn to face him with now-dry hair. “When will you announce the engagement?”

“I did not accept the offer.”

You blink. And again. And again. A moment ago you thought your heart couldn’t pound any harder, and you thought wrong.

“Why?”

“Because my council isn’t the King of Curses. I am. I dictate who I want to marry, and it is not that Lady,” he crosses one set of arms over his chest, the other propped up behind him as he watches you. “However, I do feel that I need a Queen of Curses.”

“Ah,” you turn back around, getting a comb and raising it to your locks, starting to work out the tangles. “Still looking for candidates, then?”

I could be your wife and queen.

You shut down that thought immediately, and not a moment later your Lord speaks again.

“It could be you.”

You freeze.

“My lord,” you sigh, slowly lowering your combing hand. “Please, do not speak words you do not mean.”

“Don’t call me Lord.” 

He’s behind you in an instant, taking the comb out of your hand and picking you up, spinning you. After a flash of movement, you’re sitting up on the bureau, effectively raising you the multiple feet in height it takes for you to be eye level with him.

“You never call me Lord,” he frowns.

“I did once.”

“Yes, because Uraume was there and you’re terrified of them.”

“…That’s true.”

He leans in, speaking against your ear. His hand slides up your thigh. “It. Could. Be. You.”

Eyes widening, you swallow thickly. “…Why?”

He continues to talk against your ear, fingertips digging into your hip through your silk robe. “Because you are the only female that I enjoy the company of. That I have never once wanted to kill—”

“That’s not true.”

“What?”

“You wanted to kill me when I stole your kimono and wore it in front of all the other concubines, then they nearly killed me—”

“Don’t interrupt me.”

“Continue on.”

He sighs, pulling his face back and holding your chin steady with a hand, staring you right in the eyes. “If I am to take a wife, it will be you. If you do not want the responsibility, then I remain wifeless, damn the council. If I want an heir, you will be the one to carry it. If I want a companion, you will be there. Do you understand?”

You nod slowly.

“Words,” he growls.

“I’ll be your wife,” you blurt.

He smirks. 

“On one condition,” you raise a finger, sticking it in front of his face. “I want a ring. No need for a big fancy proposal, but a nice, handpicked by you, pretty engagement ring. And we both have to wear wedding bands.”

He makes a face, nose scrunching.

You scowl, putting on your best mean voice — your attitude is the reason he likes you so much, anyway. “Oh, boo hoo, Mr. Curse King hates rings. You don’t have to wear it all the time. But we must own them.”

He narrows his eyes, then huffs. “Fine. Two out of seven days of the week.”

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Three, and every time we fuck.”

“I assumed that was already part of the deal, but yes, three.”

You bare your teeth. “Four out of seven or no wife.”

Sukuna leans forward, biting your bottom lip. “Fine. Four.”

“Then I’m your fiancée.”

“I’ll announce it tonight.”

And suddenly, it all feels so… real. This is actually happening. You’re marrying Sukuna.

With a squeal, you jump into his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him. You kiss him, first his mouth, then his cheeks, then all across his neck.

“Gods, that’s enough,” he tries to push your face away, but he keeps holding you up in his embrace. 

You bite his hand gently, and then whisper into his ear. “Hello, Husband.”

“I did not anticipate you to be so excited about this, woman.”

“Say it.”

“Wife.”

want a part 2 of engagement sex and fiancee duties? request it (and anything else) in my asks

[yanyanboi]

Yandere emperor x fem reader

This has some angst but a lot of fluff

When I say little yandere emperor I mean when he was not actually emperor but like next in line, yandere emperor does not actually become emperor until his 21 birthday

Ok ok how do you guys think about Yandere emperor x concubine darling, like yandere emperor knew reader sense they where little kids because reader’s parents where the head chefs so reader was always in the kitchen which just so happened to be yandere emperor’s hiding stop when he was running away from his math tutors, and sense the first time yandere emperor meet reader when they where tiny little kids he has been absolutely obsessed with her, like little yandere emperor collected every single thing that reader had thrown away, and little yandere emperor also recorded everything little reader said weather that was a comment on how her food was to spicy that day or what her cleaning duties where that day, but these little meet ups turned into play dates, little yandere emperor demand that little reader was his play buddy and that she was to be at his side ever single second of the day, and little reader had no problem with this because now she got to skip her daily cleaning and cooking duties to play with her best and only friend because god forbid little reader had other friends then little yandere emperor, and as little yandere emperor grew up to he began to spoil reader, giving her dresses and jewelry that she would have never even imagined of if she never met yandere emperor, and yandere emperor became more obsessed and possessive towards reader, he never lets her out of his sight and won’t tolerate others trying to talk with her even if it’s her parents, yandere emperor soon began to have dreams about reader when he turned 18, he dreamt about marrying reader and making her the empress, she would have lots of heirs to provide for him and they would live happily ever after and rule together, but this dream was destroyed when his parents betrothed him to a princess from a different country, Yandere emperor was angry and right fully so, this bitch from a different country is going to ruin the relationship that he has with reader and then the anger turned into sadness because Yandere emperor is thinking about how he’s betraying his reader his future wife, or was supposed to be his future wife but now, now this homewerking bitch princess is ruining it all for him, so when Yandere emperor told reader about the engagement between the princess he was crying on his knees begging reader for forgiveness, begging reader to not hate him, crying with snot dripping down his noise while talking about how it is a forced engagement and how sorry he is and how he would never touch or talk to the princess and how the princess means absolutely nothing to him all while your just sitting there trying your best to comfort him and asking why he’s so upset about this and why he needs forgiveness from you,

the day that the homewerking princess came over to yandere emperor’s palace he ignored her and didn’t even look at the princess all while paying 100% of his attention and affection towards reader, if one where to see how the two where interacting with each other they would think that reader was the one marrying yandere emperor not that princess who seemed to just be in the background, pushed aside in favor of his reader, and this did not go unnoticed by his parents, who where extremely worried about his behavior, they both had thought that yandere emperor would of benefited from having a play buddy so he could socialize with someone his own age, but it seemed to backfire once yandere emperor had refused to give up reader and favor her from his future wife, but yandere emperor’s parents thought that if reader where to become a head chef at the palace she would be to busy to interact with yandere emperor therefore he could be closer to his future wife and develop a stronger bond with her, so his parents set a plan in motion, it was late at night when they summoned Yandere emperor and reader to have a meeting, Yandere emperor thought that this parents finally realized that reader should be his wife and that the engagement was called off with that princess but he was severely mistaken because what came out of his parents mouths was that reader would no longer be his play buddy because he was 18 years old now and was no longer considered a child so he does not have the time for friends that won’t give him political power and because of this reader would now be the head chef for the princess kingdom as a gift, now not only where you scared because you just found out that you will be separated from your best friend sense childhood but you will also be saying goodbye to all of your friends and family to move to a completely different country that you knew little about and serving the royal family there when you knew did not know how to make a simple dish because you only had to worry about entertaining the young emperor not learning how to cook for others, and just as you where about to beg and cry Yandere emperors parents to let you stay, but they was a huge bang, and you looked over to see a that yandere emperor punched a whole in the wall,

Reader is going NO WHERE do you hear me.

Sorry if the end is rushed I wanted to work on pt3 of yandere jock lol

[yumeekoi]

emperor trueform! sukuna x concubine! reader headcanons??? 👀👀👀

[gulnarsultan]

How about a Yandere Mehmed (Suleiman's son) in love/obsessed with his brother Mustafa's favorite concubine.

La trajeron de Grecia y ella sabe mucho de artes, literatura y mitos y llama la atención de ambos hermanos ( sería problemático ya que estaban muy "cerca" en el programa )

It's total chaos. I really like this request. I hope you will like it. Please feel free to write more requests.

~ Most likely Mahidevran Sultan or if still alive, Valide Hafsa Sultan chose you. You are always chosen from other women with your beauty and many skills.

~ You are succeeding in being Prince Mustafa's favorite and favorite concubine. He never ceases to invite you to his side. It takes you wherever possible.

~ Maybe you meet Şehzade Mehmed by coincidence or in a place you went with Şehzade Mustafa. He wants to know why you are so important to his brother Mustafa.

~ Researching you causes him to have obsessive feelings towards you. He wishes that you were presented to him.

~ If you have been with his brother, it is not possible for him to take you anymore. However, he will only want to take you if you are a concubine in the harem.

~ Hürrem Sultan soon realizes that there is something strange about his son. He is surprised when he finds out about your reason. If you weren't with Şehzade Mustafa, he would try to recruit you into his son's harem.

~ Hürrem Sultan will take advantage of this situation. He will use you to increase Mehmed's desire to ascend to the throne and to see Mustafa as an enemy.

~ Mahidevran Sultan does not want you to get too close and chat with Hürrem and her children. It warns you to stay away from them.

~ Mahidevran Sultan wants you to get pregnant as soon as possible. If you have children, it will be impossible for you to go or be taken.

~ Mihrimah Sultan will want to spend time with you. Esmehan Sultan (Sahuban Sultan's daughter and because she is in love with Mehmed) will be jealous of you. The other concubines of Şehzade Mehmed are very jealous of you.

~The other concubines of Şehzade Mustafa will be very jealous of you. The fact that you are the prince's favorite makes many concubines angry.

~ When Şehzade Mehmed sees that you and your brother are together, the gets angry and jealous. He promises himself that when he ascends the throne, he will make you his.

~ Şehzade Mustafa is a smart man. Your brother will soon realize that you have feelings for you. She does not hesitate to make her jealous and angry by having happy moments with you in front of her eyes.

[duramaters]

Something Gained // Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Synopsis: You had been one of King Loki’s concubines for five years now, there were others, but you did not know them, and you did not care to. You were Midgardian, brought to Asgard as a bargaining chip with a consortium of other women who faced the same fate. Odin’s fall into Odinsleep had thrown the Nine Realms into chaos and so the leaders of each realm had offered Loki anything he could possibly want to keep him satiated and avoid the possibility of war. Unfortunately, offering up their women was part of that deal. One night during your assigned evening with King Loki, he reveals his true form. Your response is… unexpected.

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You straightened your posture on your approach to the palace, mentally preparing yourself to argue for your life against the King of Asgard. The guard who had delivered the letter was waiting for you at the entrance to the palace grounds, he smiled down at you gently and you couldn’t help but wonder if he already knew your fate.

“This way please, miss.” He ducked his head and began walking, you followed obediently, taking in the scenery of the gilded architecture and lush gardens before you entered the golden halls. As you neared what you could only assume to be the throne room your stomach began to protest and you could feel your heart in your throat. Your palms started to sweat and you lightly brushed them against the thin fabric of your skirts in a feeble attempt to dry them. The guard pushed open the ornate doors and announced your arrival but you were too fearful to look up and see the king as you tentatively stepped into the room. As soon as you were over the threshold the guard turned back and closed the doors behind him, sealing your fate.

“Hello, pet.” Hearing the arrogance in his voice made you bristle and you immediately looked up with a glare, but the king was not on the throne. He was instead lounging rather seductively on the steps leading up to the dais, biting contentedly into a rather juicy looking apple. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took him in, eyes raking over his leather clad form, savouring the view after weeks of abstaining from it.

You remembered yourself and dropped into a low curtsey as you stepped forward.

“My king.”

“I must admit, I am rather impressed.” Confusion overtook your features at his blunt reply. “I half expected to be set upon with torches and pitchforks as soon as you fled my chambers.” You huffed at that.

“I would never-“

“I know.” He interrupted. “I have been watching you these past few weeks. When you didn’t return on your usual day I was quite offended, but I understand that serving a monster isn’t to everyone’s taste.” His dismissed his own words with a flourish of his hands, apple disappearing, but you interjected.

“A monster?” You stared at him, gaining courage when you saw him arch a dark brow. “A devious serpent, yes, but a monster? No.” The man before you had the audacity to chuckle and then look amused at your confusion. “I didn’t return because you seemed quite insistent on throwing me out. Launching a chair at someone isn’t exactly a welcoming invitation to return. Your majesty.” You coughed lightly, shocked at your own insolence.

The king had the good grace to look sheepish at the mention of the chair and rose from his position on the stairs.

“Yes I sincerely apologise for that, I hope you can forgive me.” Loki stepped softly towards you, a contrast to his usually confident stride. When he reached you he extended his hand but hesitated, hovering over your injured shoulder. “Is it alright?”

“Yes it was just bruised, I told everyone I had fallen from my horse.” You shrugged, staring down at his boots and trying to ignore the blush rising to your face at his proximity. He let out a breath and you could feel the cool air from his mouth on your lips.

“I know you haven’t told a single soul about what you saw-“

“How?”

“I’ve been…keeping an eye on you. Magic has many advantages.” The smug smirk returned to his face and your eyes widened. What else had the king seen while he had been keeping an eye on you? Your blush deepened and he grinned at your realisation. You hadn’t been completely successful in your attempts to forget the pleasure you had been receiving from Loki before he had given in to his anger that night.

“As I was saying,” his tone was once again serious, “I know you have kept my secret. I just wanted to tell you how appreciative of that I am, considering you could have easily told the entirety of Asgard and I would not have blamed you.” You looked up at his face, seeing the sincerity in his eyes as he regarded you with a look of admiration. Quickly looking away you bit your lip lightly.

“Have you always known about…about your true self?”

“No.” With that quiet admission, the king recounted the story he had been told by Odin five years before, about how he was not Loki Odinson as he had been led to believe, but Loki Laufeyson. A frost giant. A monster.

A shy look crossed your face and the king grew curious about your reaction. He lifted your chin with his long pale fingers, but you refused to look him in the eye. “Speak, you have not hesitated to voice your opinion thus far, don’t start now.” He demanded.

“It’s just…I didn’t think…I don’t think, that you looked that bad, your majesty.” Loki stepped back in surprise at your cautious confession.

“Oh pet, what you saw was nothing. A mere hint of what I truly am.” With a predatory grin Loki lifted the magic of his Asgardian form. His pale skin began to transform into a deep cerulean blue with raised markings appearing across his face and neck. You silently wondered if they continued down his chest. The change in his eyes was what startled you. The ocean blue eyes of an Asgardian king had been replaced by eyes that were now the colour of freshly spilt blood. You assumed this big reveal was an attempt to scare you so that you would proclaim him to be the monster he truly thought he was. But you just didn’t see it. He still looked like Loki, the man you had shared a bed with each week for five long years. He didn’t intimidate you, you felt sad for him but you knew if he sensed your pity it would reignite his anger. You smiled up at him gently.

“I’ve seen worse, my king. Nothing in the Nine Realms is more monstrous than Volstagg the morning after a night of feasting and heavy drinking.” You chuckled to yourself at the mental image.

Your genuine lack of fear surprised the god of mischief and he returned to his Asgardian form without comment. Loki’s silence was very loud and you glanced up at him. The man looked awestruck and simply managed to blink at you rather owlishly.

“Will you please come back?” He asked, almost nervously.

“Come back, my king?”

“On your usual days. Will you please come back to me?”

You couldn’t help but suck in a breath at the display of vulnerability he was showing you. All you could do was nod as your gaze flicked between his eyes and his, now even more tempting, lips.