#concubine

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you were practically the only concubine sukuna ever asked for anymore.

because why would he ask for anyone else? you were the only woman that satisfied him. the only woman that dared to challenge him.

not that he’d ever admit it, but there was something special about you — intriguing. he often caught himself watching you pad around the gardens, barefoot, cupping the roses in your hands as you inhale their sweet scent, appreciating the little things in life as they came.

“tsk… pathetic humans and their need to romanticise everything…" he hisses under his breath, observing you from his window.

yet he refuses to look away, all four crimson eyes drawn to you, the way your soft body moves with such natural grace, the way you were alive with such warmth and curiosity.

the other concubines lived in fear of sukuna, moving like frightened birds when he was near — desperate to please.

but you?

you always adressed him with such casual confidence, like he wasn’t twice your size with four gigantic arms, four eyes, and a mouth on his stomach that looks like it wants to eat you alive.

what he enjoyed most about you was that you weren’t some frail, petite little thing like the rest of them.

sure, you were still pathetic compared to him, but at least you had some meat on your bones — full breasts, a soft stomach, hips wide enough to bare his children.

it got to the point where no one dared to say one bad thing about you, or even so much as look at you the wrong way. anyone that did seemingly ended up deceased or "missing."

sukuna would deny up and down that it was him when you’d ask, the man who takes pride in killing wouldn’t admit the lengths he’d go to for you.

"how strange," he’d say, his expression bored and stoic as always.

but you knew. of course you knew.

although, you only realised the depth of his quiet obsession when he began asking you to his chambers every single evening without fail.

you often take your time before meeting with him, combing your hair fifty times over, spending an extra hour bathing, not because you need to, because you can.

because you know he’ll wait.

"have i kept you waiting long?" you say, entering through the large doors as uraume closes them swiftly behind you.

sukuna’s eyes immediately find you, looking you up and down, both of his monstrous cocks hardening knowing what he’s about to do to you.

"…not at all," he purrs, a slight grin forming on his face.

A/N; making this a series so feel free to req some stuff! this is just kinda an intro post to it hehe

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wc: 420 ; suggestive, fluff, true form sukuna, heian period, concubine reader ; not proofread

true form sukuna! who can't help but wash your hair with his lower pair of arms when he sees you sighing after a full day of cooking and gardening for him. and it's totally not because he secretly enjoys taking care of you but also because he can't stand other maids touching you. 

true form sukuna! who uses his technique to cut the end of one of your hair strands as a mere warning after you risk it all to jokingly quiz him on his literature knowledge: “Master Ryomen, what happens in the 24th chapter of Murasaki’s ‘The tale of Genji’?” instead of giving into your antics he looks over slightly confused but definitely annoyed : “What now woman? I shall hear none of it”. 

true form sukuna! who loves sitting in the steamy and bubbly onsen with you. he doesn't hesitate to scoop you up and make you sit on his lap, making the water around you slosh around. one set of arms around your waist and one set at the base of your butt 

true form sukuna! who's as sadistic as ever even with his favorite concubine, demanding you to make the most complicated and time consuming meals there are, just to see you sweat and give it your all around the kitchen. it satisfies him to see how much effort you're willing to put in - and who are you to resist your king 

true form sukuna! who was most thrilled when he found out he was your first which funnily enough motivated him like never before. he swore no one else could give it to you in bed as well as he does 

true form sukuna! who orders the most expensive fabrics for your junihitoe, paying close attention to colors you'd like to be paired together even if he thinks they don't go well. he does it for you, even if he may not admit it 

true form sukuna! who can't wait for the maids to bring in the dessert and so he uses his arms to pull you closer to him, rough fingers prying at your kimono just to use his lower set of eyes to peek at your cleavage 

Concubine!Sukuna x Empress!Reader

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When you walked in, the sight should have suprised you. It was a whole mess, a massacre, anyone would be able to see it

but—

on the other hand, you saw it coming. You weren’t suprised. It had only been a matter of time when it would take place.

When he would finally snap.

You could almost hear how your handmaidens had stiffened behind you, but you were mostly unfazed at the massacre that probably had taken place just moments ago.

Your gaze lazingly flitting over the blood smears, splatters, dismembered bodies and organs strewn across the usually clean floors. As if it were some grotesque art show that was put on.

“It’s my gift for you, my love. They are not needed, not when you have me.” Sukuna was shamelessly sprawled out on your throne. Two hands lazily resting on the arms of the throne, one drawing circles on his thigh and the other supporting his chin. His face was set into a subtle grin, enough of a telltale sign that he was proud of his work.

With a curt nod towards your handmaidens, you dismissed them. Not bothering to look back how they scurried away. A soft hum emerged you as you walked closer to the bodies, well what was left of them atleast.

You could barely identify them, but you know well enough who they were. The rest of your concubines. All sorts of hands, feet, torsos were clattered at the foot at your throne. Gaze raising up to where Sukuna was still sprawled out as if he were the emperor himself, so you finally said something. “Normally i would punish you for this. Carelessly ridding of useful lives, i had purposes for them. I suppose you are somewhat right though. I don’t need them, when i have you.”

That made him twitch. Sukuna knew that you couldn’t be mad at him, atleast not for long. With slow and calculated steps, you made your way up to your throne. Disregarding the bodies and limbs that were sprawled all over your floor.

Your eyebrow slightly arched up as you carefully took in the way that Sukuna was sitting all sprawled out, as if the place belonged to him, as if he was the Emperor of the Kingdom. Not just a concubine of The Empress. He simply didn’t care. You could see it in the way he kept his chin lifted. If it were anyone else, they would have been sent to be executed already—But this was different. This was Sukuna.

And the part was, you did not loathe it. The way he acted. How he dared to challenge you in his bold ways, daring to stand out and defy against you. He was the only one who did not care that much for your title. Sukuna kept to his bold ways, which you secretly preferred much more than most who rarely dared to say anything in your presence.

Slowly Sukuna leaned forward, one of his hands reaching out to boldly grasp at your hip. Fingers bunching up the layered fabric you wore and you just tipped your chin up, waiting silently. “Let me rule alongside you. I know how to take care of you—Unlike these useless measley humans. They did not even fight back. How would you expect them to protect you?”

A soft scoff emerged from your lips at Sukuna’s words. Bold, as always. Not like you would have expected any differ from him. He’s always voiced his dislike for the humans that were employed by you, as if he deemed to think you above them—Despite being Empress, you were still made from the same flesh as those ‘Measley Humans’. With a soft hum, you raised your hand. Slowly letting it card through Sukuna’s locks. Pausing, before you lightly tugged on the colored strands, forcing him to look up at you.

“You forget yourself, Ryomen. If i wished to have one equal to me, i would have chosen one. Do not forget where you stand, beneath me..ordered at my desires.” Your grip tightened in his hair, your other hand raising to press against his chest—Pushing him back against the throne. One of your feet nudging his apart, forcing him to spread his thighs further open,—until you heard a groan emerge from him.

Instead of him getting pissed, he enjoyed it. You could tell the way he half liddedly looked at you and you out a scoff at the sight of him. Muttering a ‘pathetic’ underneath your breath. In some way, it did not suprise you. Sukuna was always devoted to you, no matter what (rightfully so) , but unlike your other concubines or even guards,—He meant it when he’d said he would kill for you and right now it showed.

It was sweet in some kind of twisted way, him murdering the rest of your concubines just so he could have you all to himself. That only he could and would take care of you. To be the only one taking care of your needs and praising your body and soul like a Goddess to be prayed to.

Obviously you could not resist such temptation, after all..you were only of human flesh.

Who were you to deny yourself the pleasure you rightiously deserve?

Sukuna’s voice, soon enough snapped you out of your daydream. “Just relax, your Majesty. Let me take care of you. You need not do anything now, not any time soon.” You almost felt yourself going slack in his grip as he brought you closer to him. Now standing between his spread thighs.

A shudder running over the back of your neck as Sukuna pressed and nuzzled his nose against your fabric covered stomach. Unable to help yourself as a staggered breath escaped from your lips.

What a minx he is

“Shh,—Let me do all the work.”

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I've been DYING TOO!! Thank you for the request! I tried to protect the secret of his ‘frog’ so I hope you like it!!

How scandalous! I wonder what the consequences would look like when the beautiful eunuch goes down on a concubine, Tehe!

The rear palace was a busy place, I must admit, and amid all its bustling chaos, certain corners remained.. Neglected from the public eye I should say. You were a mid-ranking concubine, yet to be visited by the emperor, though many knew how desirableyou were. And still, you found yourself wondering why he had never sought you out. How unsatisfying it felt not to have his attention!

So, you turned your attention elsewhere. To anyone, really—anyone who could fill the growing ache in between your legs. And how fortunate you were, that the one you found was impossibly beautiful.

He was pressed against the wooden beam, your servant long gone on errands, leaving the two of you alone, lips pressed against this deity-like eunuchs. His hands gripped your hips tightly, firm and unshaking, while yours roamed his chest and the side of his neck, holding him steady (or hostage, tehe) as you drank him in.

It was affecting him, clearly. The small, stifled whimpers when your teeth grazed his bottom lip, the way his fingers dug deeper into your skin. Your tongue tangled with his and your hands slipping beneath the hem of his robe, impatient to reveal the faint curve of his chest. His face was flushed, lips swollen, eyes wide and dazed. You pulled back slowly, eyes flicking up to his as your own robes fell from your shoulders, just baring just enough skin to make his breath hitch.

His face turned a faint shade of pink.

“This is highly inappropriate…”

“Does it matter that much to you?”

“Quite.”

Your tongue flicked across your bottom lip, teasingly enough in the moment.

“Of course it does. And I’m sure you’re not thinking lewd things about me, are you?”

“…”

He said nothing. His eyes flicked away, nervously glancing toward the door. Your piercing gaze only worsened the tension. You moved for his cloth belt, fingers tugging at the knot with mounting urgency, but his hand lifted to stop you. One wrapping gently around your wrist, the other rising to cradle your cheek.

“Impatient are we?”

He cleared his throat, your eyes slipping closed as he leaned down to kiss the side of your neck, his voice a breathy whisper against your skin.

“Are you even deserving of this…?”

He held you still, lips grazing your throat, dotting soft kisses up to your pulse point, where he nipped just enough to make your breath catch. You didn’t even realize how tightly your fists clung to his robes. With every soft nibble, every languid lick, your chest heaved. Then, with a soft chuckle, he swiftly turnt your back now against the wooden pillar, his body lowering to a kneel. One hand slid to your waist, keeping you in place, while the other pushed your robe aside with delicate precision. His lips found your thighs first, pressing soft, worshiping kisses to your outer and inner thigh. He gazed up at you with this sultry look that made a shiver run down your spine. His nose prodded against your poor slit to test you. Your moan broke through the still air, unrestrained, as your fingers twitched, craving to grasp the hair at his scalp. He hummed, clearly pleased with himself that he could pull such a response from you. He made quick work of it, diverting his gaze down to give a tender lick. He aimed to collect the slick that was already pooling so nicely for him. He couldn't help himself to a degree that he looked like a mad man lapping and sucking at your poor pussy like he was starved. Letting muffled moans of his pleasure slip with your own. And God, he loved the way the flavor of you was dripping down his chin. He looked up at you, demanding your gaze be on his as he quite literally unraveled you on the tip of his tongue. He pulled you closer by the backs of your thighs, holding you there like a captive.

Maomao : I am inevitable

Yang Concubine: A Subtle Seduction

Pairing: AMAB Dragon x AFAB reader

Warnings: Dominance/ Submission, teasing, praise, virginity, pounding, mating press, humiliation, public(ish) sex, egg preg, egg birth, charming.

“Lay Down.” The deep growl commanded as you stand helpless, shivering from his voice.

He seemed to enjoy your show a little too much, his spiked tail wagging like an excited puppy. At least this fate is better than any brothel, you were one of the “lucky” women sent to entertain King Oberon.

You give an internal sigh as you give in to his orders. He crawled on top of you, sharp claws wrapped around your neck.

“You seem, too soft. Why don’t you show me some teeth?” His sharp teeth all shown in a sinister grin. He lifted a claw to the edge of your mouth, pulling your cheek to entice you. You give a pitiful squeak; to be fair you’ve always been afraid of dragons (for good reason).

“Am I a joke to you?” Smoke left his nostrils as he grasped your neck tighter, shortening your breathing. “Make yourself worthy of a king.”

You bite his hand, not out of anger, not to escape, but simply to regain a full breath.

He recoiled slightly, looking at his claw. No blood, barely a mark on his tough, scaly skin. You’re even more scared, you’re in trouble now, he could easily kill you for this.

His crest scales puffed up as he returned his wide, Cheshire-like smile.

“Good girl,” He hissed. Nuzzling his snout against your bright ginger hair, giving short sniffs.

💭“Oh thank the gods he’s just freaky.” He licks your neck with a slight sizzling sting; kissing your whole face. He began to undress you with rapid eagerness, his tail wagging faster. It doesn’t really matter if it gets damaged; the matrons gave it to you.

“What a plump pretty thing.” He stroked a claw under your chin, then down your body as he grabs your hip. You’re not the skinniest concubine in the castle, actually a little chubby. You're surprised you were selected with how different you looked from the others. He grabs your other hip as something touches your flower. You whimper in shock and embarrassment.

“Aw, how cute.” He teased, as he inserted himself inside you. It stings a little, from both his size and your now deflowered maidenhood. Traces of blood seeped when he pulled out, slamming your thighs as he rammed back inside. He continued this ritual while his forked tongue slithers around yours, mixing saliva. You feel warm, maybe this is what magic is. Your thighs clap as he goes faster. Moans escape your lips as your blossoming flower is drenched in pleasure. He was relentless, rough pounding that reached your womb, stretching you, filling you.

He paused to change position, now embraced in a mating press before another on-slot of poundings. You get a sense of lightheadedness, your body tingling as he seems to grow bigger.

“You finish when I say you can!” Oberon’s voice boomed. He pushed himself harder against you, his panted moans drawn from an animalistic pleasure. It was hard to follow that order, but you didn’t have to wait long. He rammed inside you for the last time, as his seed gushed down. You feel like you’re floating, legs shaking with a little bulge forming inside you from his gift.

He finally releases you, some seed leaking out of you as he orders you to stay.

“Don’t make me regret keeping you.” An ominous threat before curling to bed, you in his arms.

And regret he never did. He forbid you from wearing clothes, so you were decorated with a rhinestone collar with many other jewels and gold. The other women muttered and glared in your direction. Men of every species met with fire and teeth when they got too close for Oberon’s comfort. You dance and play your flute to him every night, ending with his lustful urges even when the bulge grew bigger.

You were clearly pregnant, your stomach tight as his eggs filled your womb. Soon the time came to birth his heirs; but of course he made it difficult. It was already difficult as is, they were dense and hard, he let the first one pop out. The second crowning, he pushed back inside, multiple times.

“I can keep this going we might get a happy ending.” He taunted, pleasuring himself.

💭“What a cruel creature,” You vent to yourself. He still holds your hand as he lets you lay all the eggs. You have little time to rest before he’s back to pounding you, refilling you with his seed. You’re too tired to bark back.

He pulls at your collar when you wonder off, often playing rougher with you in retaliation.

“On your knees.” You obey, getting to suck his dick.

“Sit.” You obey, either getting snuggles on his throne or giving a lap dance.

“Fight back.” That was your favorite command. You could grasp his horns, bite, dig your nails, anything you wanted. You can’t do any injury given his anatomy, he just needs to know you’re putting effort.

“Bad Girl!” He spanked you for disobeying, but that made you like being a bad girl. So, he found a different solution. He painted a rune on you, paint from an enchanted rose. You try being a bad girl, but with a snap of his claws you are struck with a vibrating feeling, trembling in pleasure, you squirt numerous times.

“Now are you gonna be a good whore?” You nod your head while shaking and orgasming.

“I want you to say it.” He tugs your fiery hair with one claw as magic leaves the other. The feeling intensifies, trembling more as your loud groans echo the castle walls. Everyone can hear you.

“I’ll be a good whore! I’ll be a good whore!” The only words you can muster with your animalistic moans before urinating yourself. He releases your curse, you lay on the ground in exhaustion.

“You may rest.” A generous promise while leading you to bed.

“Remember, I can just snap my claws.” He threatened as he let you be.