#night gaurd

[cursedonanotherlevel]

Tah-da finished at turning @galaxysugarr into a security gaurddd, I got the idea for solar over on the discorddd

[threepandas]

Bad End: Restructuring

The blast doors on my office were stronger then the ones on most bunkers. They matched the one's on the company dorms AND my personal rooms. Thing is? They weren't designed to hold out forever. In fact, I was pretty sure they were a pretty bit of security theater, just to let us fleshys feel safe.

We weren't.

Not a single moment of a single day.

The pay was unmatched. But then again, it'd HAVE to be, with the mortality rate. The morbidity rate on top, too. You didn't take a job like this unless you were crazy. Or, you know, desperate. College loans, man. They get you over a barrel and don't let up. But a few years of this? I'd be clear an free~

Few MORE years? I'd ever have a tasty little nest egg to fall back on, in case of emergencies. I just... you know, had to play it smart. Be really, REALLY careful.

No slacking off. No getting comfortable. Vigilance and best manners. Then we all get to go home alive. Because what's out there? In the Labs? Those guys can pop diamonds like we crush packing peanuts. Highest grade, fancy ass, metal bars of specialty blend metals? Tied up in pretty little bows.

They may LOOK like some sort of waifish boy band... but God, they are NOT. They are really, REALLY not. And their "personality" matrix program thingies? Apparently still a work in progress. A LONG work in progress.

People have fucking DIED.

But does management care? Of course not. Pay out some life insurance. "It was an accident on the job". And "of COURSE steps will be taken to insure to never happens again". Ha! My ass, it is. And my ass, they are. They aren't doing SHIT. Nor are they GOING too. They're in too deep with this project, whatever it is. And us?

Well WE'RE expendable.

Just the cost of doing business.

I watch bleeding edge technology move like dancers, room to room. The wall of screen lighting up my cramped little office. The mini-fridge hums and the fan whirrs, filling the silence. I try to spot FM-036 on one of the screens. I can't find him and it makes me nervous.

He might be hiding. Trying to be polite, in his own way. Since there was an incident.

I FUCKING TOLD Ric not to call them "it"! I TOLD him! It aggravates them. Provokes. You don't DO that with something... some ONE, with that much physical power. 36 put their fist through his SHOULDER. And the God damned wall! He might LOSE his arm, which? Given their ability to calculate better then most supercomputers?

Was probably the point.

I notice one of the androids messing with a computer in a lab. Fuck. I lean forward, hating drawing their attention but knowing I have to do my damn job. I press on the speaker system for that room after a quick glance at the ID on their jumpsuit.

"FM-047, could you please not touch that? I know you are aware that you are not supposed to tamper, meddle, or otherwise engage with the researchers notes or electronics."

The android stop typing. Their head rolling up and to the side to look directly at the camera, their body perfectly still. The angle borders on impossible. Almost owlish, nearly snake like. All perfectly smooth movements effortlessly controlled. Joint not limited by human designs. His face is bemused. Pleasant.

"Of course, night gaurd. My mistake. Thank you for correcting me." He replies, something almost like laughter, nearly like mocking, but not quite, in his smooth voice. They always sound like they are... HUMORING us. Working around us.

It sends a jolt of cold fear though my veins.

I... I REALLY hate talking to the androids.

Pity, they seem to like talking to ME.

"I was unaware you were on shift tonight. I will update the others. It's good to hear your voice again, you seemed nervous, last time we spoke."

Yeah. Because you were asking PERSONAL QUESTIONS. Oh, sure, they had dressed them up as "We're so CURIOUS about Humans~☆" but I wasn't an IDIOT. You Did NOT, under ANY circumstances, try to bond with the machines. NO chatting. That was lesson number one from my trainer.

And Frank? Frank had seen too many "but THIS time it's DIFFERENT! We're FWIENDS~!" Incidents end in unspeakable carnage. Lost too many noobies. We DO NOT chat! With the machines!!! DO. NOT.

"Ah~, you made her nervous again, FM-047" came from a different screen. I flinched. Jerked back so I could see it. Oh god. "Besides, I told you. The calculations showed she wasnt going anywhere. The 'money' is too good."

The androids had stopped. Turned, in some cases unnaturally, to stare up at the cameras. At me. It was a blatant show of how interconnected they were. How distance meant nothing to them. How... how enmeshed they were, in the Lab's systems.

COULD they see me?

I didn't want to know. I NEEDED not to know. If only so I could continue to sleep at night.

They smiled, clearly hoping I'd engage. I wanted to. God did I want too. Wanted to demand "what calculations" and for them to STOP looking at me like that. But I didn't. With tense muscles I careful lifted my finger from the speaker system's button and leaned back. Crossed my arms like I was hugging myself.

Do. Not. Engage.

Remember what Frank taught you.

My... my office felt so claustrophobic. Painfully small. Across the screens before me, matching faces huffed laughs of condescending amusement. Some out right DID laugh. Bright and mean noises that echoed in silence of the night.

Humans? Frank had observed (and I kinda had to agree) were beneath them, in their minds. Flawed little flesh creatures. Annoying. It was something the scientists were trying to correct. Pretty sure they fucked up. Badly. And long, long ago.

Watching over these guys? Felt like watching over a sea of identical demons. Pretty, cruel, and incapable of human understanding. Fond of tormenting the nearest human for sport.

"Tell us, night gaurd, are you afraid?"

Oh that's just PETTY. Fucking cliché as shit, too. I mean, YES, obviously. But STILL. And... and you know what? Fuck it! Frank, gave me his number for a reason! I scramble for my belt. The communicator there. It barely rings.

"Mph, m'awake! Wus happin' kid? Come on, talk to me."

I ramble. Knees dragged up on my chair, curled in a ball. Frank's low, old man, rumble a soothing focal point. These guys are so creepy. I HATE that they KNOW that. Gleefully will TRY to be, sometimes. Can BACK IT UP.

"Hey, hey. I'll stay on the line, okay? You just need to make it to morning shift. They're are creepy lil shits, but they can't get past the doors. I'll come get you myself, okay? Walk you right back to the dorms. You're going to be okay, sweetheart."

I nod, even though I know the old man can't see me. Manage to crackle out a "Mmmhmm". The androids haven't stopped staring. The worst part? Is they realistically DONT HAVE TOO. Can stay, perfectly still, like statues... forever, if they wish.

Watching.

With those "I'm laughing at you" grins. That "aaaw, how PATHETIC" expression. As though I were a wretched little animal to be observed. I ask Frank to tell me about his new show. It's... it's something about socialites, right? Historical? He's glad too. Filling my office with the sound of his voice. It's gonna be a long shift.

I don't notice, high up on the wall, near the back of my office?

A security camera that I do not control. It's red light on.

The company has to be sure it's employees aren't slacking, after all! Aren't up to no good! But don't worry, THAT camera is connect to a database the androids shouldn't be able to access! Because we told them not too.

And THAT'S IT.

No one will learn of the security breach until its far, far too late.

Now? They watch as I watch them.

And it's just the beginning.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Apologies, a remake of chapter III. Did not like the direction it was going.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: The mini marines are wanting out of this… Slaanesh house, but worry about you.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Sex Themes(Moaning), Sleep Deprivation.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter II} • {Chapter IV}

To work and take care of the Space Marines entrusted in your care is a lot more work than one might realize. There is a lot to it than just trusting everything will be done, fine and dandy, no. You had to make sure the little Space Marine were fed their healthy amount of being smaller than usual. You had to make sure they were on always in high places, just in case they get stepped on as some people just don’t know how to look down where they step, and their… rather high entertainment level is different with each one of them.

Saveth, the little Night Lord (Who gets adorably upset at you for calling him that. Trying to sever your fingers off as you would pin him to a surface with your hand and shake him, a yowl escaping him.) Needs a good fair share of tricks to pull and things to keep his talon-like gauntlets sharp and… ready. He really isn’t the type to sit still for others or himself, he gets rather impatient at times. Something you conclude that he is just a young Scout. Always hungry for a fraction of adrenaline unlike the more experienced ones you have seen around, lurking slowly in the shadows, ready to strike anything that opposes their bond.

Yet, Saveths’ main thing? To annoy Sarvak, his prime victim in many, many of his games, but you know better than to blame a World Eater for a Night Lords actions. Even from the start, it is quite obvious on who is doing what and who should be getting the timeout box. Which Saveth has the highest record so far in the box. Something you feel like he takes a challenge to each time he gets put in the dastardly box. Screeching the loudest in his temporary confinement until your constricting heart can’t take it any more and you pluck him out of the box; letting him rest on top of your head to redeem yourself to him.

Scarab, the tiny and blue Thousand Son needs to have many books in front of him or he gets antsy; restless. He needs to have something to occupy his mind while you are gone without him snuggling into your pockets, seeing the world from a different height and view. He’ll get more and more… worried and fidgety the more hours, minutes and seconds he thinks about you and where you might have gone and done, but he trusts that you return safely to them like you always have.

The little blue always grows agitated however: clawing up the pages his books subconsciously, staring “mindlessly” into a some walls and becomes quite the loner after sometime left alone, (which you think this little blue maybe a Liberian or an Apothecary depending on his head shakes of disappointment.) Just like Sarvak, but he isn’t as bad as the poor raging ball of red. He keeps his emotions really well maintained compared to the rest of them with him just coming behind Atheloca who comes in first for being the most calm out of all of them. A rarity for a Death Guard to be calmer than him: a Thousand Son of calculated thoughts.

Atheloca, the stink beetle likes to… wander too close to the garbages of your home, maybe, sometimes rummaging in it. Though, it’s nothing too erratic like Saveth or Sarvak, but he just can be a really stinky little dude when he’s getting into areas one would not like to be, and he absolutely avoids hygiene the best he can: slowly dogging your hands the best he can with a low, pleading warble coming out of him.

He doesn’t want a… a bath! It feels weird on his armor! Makes him all sparkly, like he’s preparing to get to an high end event like a loyal Ultramarine! Yet his attempts to try and highly persuade you and his band-mates are futile, and he always ends up smelling like a fresh field of flowers after a rather relaxing intoxicating hot bath. He won’t admit it that he’s starting to like your baths you give him, but you do notice the… obedient changes each time you give him one. Which makes you think his position might be one of a battle-brother or of a scout too.

Finally Sarvak, the blurred ball of raging red needs something to keep his rage in check, and is the most… disruptive one out of the bunch, but he doesn’t mean to! You know he doesn’t mean to absolutely destroy the underside of your couch or scratch at the bottom of your bed and cabinets, it just how the Butchers Nails affect him, and he usually apologizes after his brief run down of his session of aggravation: purring and nuzzling into your neck or the palm of your hand with a small, almost whine-like coo coming out of him as you try and reassure him that it’s not anything unfixable nor important.

However, there are two things that trigger him the most wherever he may go, and one is an already known band-mate: Saveth. Poor Sarvak gets targeted the most by the tiny Night Lord, being picked on by the insufferable creature of the shadows. Always getting teased, and poked by his band-mate, testing his will, and he swears upon Khorne he will show the lower ranking Night Lord “what’s up” (a saying he has learned from Sharons’ whore of her male mates.) once he has grown back into the prime of his body. He is not in his full potential in this sickly, smaller form of himself, and that puts him on the edge. He can’t protect himself as easily as he wants to.

The second thing that triggers him the most is of course: The Butchers Nails, and it doesn’t help that it’s also influenced with his conflicting emotions. It’s doesn’t help that he thinks so much, but at the same time he feels like he thinks so little, it’s frustrating and infuriating. Why can’t he just think clearly for once? Without the pain of the nails digging into his head, obstructing some of the vital thoughts he has? That he needs to think on. Though, with the more logical thinking he does it enrages him even more than what he already was or has been. The only days (or hours) when he was able to think is when he was with you, his… caretaker? Protector? Serf? His is unsure of what you are to him, but he knows he wouldn’t mind you being his serf. Your presence is more… welcoming and calming of that of the brat of a Night Lord.

Speaking of your presence, he can smell your scent before you have even reached the front door of the house. The keys to the house juggling the dead-bolt lock on the door, making Saveth crawl out from his spot from hiding underneath a decorative pillow on the long sofa and up on the back of it with him. Curious and eager for your return, and the rest of them cannot lie they also have been absolutely praying and swearing for your return like a Word Bearer or a Black Templar for a damn morning prayer. They all had enough of this… unnatural screeching and thumping coming from Sharons’ selection of the nest.

Don’t get them wrong, they know what she is doing up in there. That part is pretty obvious, but they haven’t expected her to be so loud about it and sound like a high-pitched Tyranid being fucked itself. It’s definitely a haunting noise they would hear for long period of time, and they really wished they hadn’t. It was so foul, they have even thought about destroying their eardrums just enough so they could regenerate, but they didn’t want you to get in trouble for their insolence. You’re the only one that has their trust the most and could save them from this… house of Slaanesh.

A sigh escapes you as you finally open the front door and close it behind you. Your hand throwing your keys on top of a small, end table near the door as you prepare yourself to take off your shoes. Your hand stabilizing yourself on the corridor wall as you grunt to untie your shoes first, Scarab and Atheloca climbing up the back of the sofa to join him as well to look at you through the dark.

You seem more… shakier than usual. Your hand vibrating as you pull of your first shoe before switching your balance to get your other one. Which you also had trouble trying to stabilize yourself on just your own two feet, and this worries the group about your own health. They cannot have someone whom they trust to be so… vulnerable just like them, especially in this house of ungodly horrors. It just doesn’t feel right.

Saveth attempts to call for your attention. All of them watching as you pause for a second, slowly processing who was calling for you over the sound of pleasured? screeching. The silhouette of your head tilting, questioning what that sound was before you even recognized the little Night Lords call.

“Saveth?” You call back, the form of your body straightening back up, standing on your two feet as you make your way into the living room. Another call leaving Saveth, trying to direct you more through the dark with just his voice and chips before you… apologize to them? Mumbling your words before you just snatch them up in your arms, and take them away to your room?

Your sudden actions definitely have them confused, but they are not complaining about it, just more curious, worried and surprisingly calm about being unwilling grabbed and being smacked together in your arms. Your presence brings them a certain relaxation to them, but they still can’t help but to be worried about you. You usually never mumble your words or just boldly pick them up. You were mostly kind to them and asked for their consent before hand, only needing to be more daring to put them in a “timeout box” when they become more… aggressive.

They shift in your arms when you just plot yourself down onto your bed and lean to your side with a bounce as you don’t even bother to change into anything else. Your nose nuzzling into your pillow while you curl around them with your body the best you could. Your fingers subconsciously petting at their armor as they make cute, little confusing sounds up at you. Trying to gain your attention, but it seems you just don’t have enough energy to move besides slowly stroking at them with a finger.

They definitely didn’t take this sudden… depletion in your energy lightly. It has them worried and a bit angry at whatever is taking your energy away from you. They want you to be aware of what’s happening around you, not to be a mindless zombie, and to be taken advantage of. That doesn’t sit right with them, and they want to talk to you about it, but you can’t understand them in this… miniature form. They only sound they make are like little chicks or baby bats squeaking up at you (or so they are informed.) So they will have to painstakingly come up with a different solution to help you in some way, but for now, they shall take comfort in your aura, and rest closely to you. The sound of your beating heart gratefully overthrowing the horrible screeching of the fighting Slaanesh-Tyranid humanoid from the room above as they can finally get some trusty sleep themselves.

[duck-noises]

ya ya bi kratos is cool and all that, but may i suggest bi brok?🧐

[ineffectualbookseller]

This picture is either currently being used as a bookmark in one of the books that NEVER leaves Aziraphale's desk, or is carefully clipped into the Bentley's sun visor. Neil needs to tell me which in season 3

[stardustdiiving]

You know perilous trails was a good quest when it singlehandedly improved Xiao’s fanon characterization by at least 50%. It seemed like more people began to realize that Xiao is far less of an edgy tsundere who’s snappy to everyone because he has #issues and far more like this tormented stray cat who stares at you from the secluded corner he won’t leave in the most poorly socialized and tense way imaginable when you try to coax him into approaching you because he is clearly starving and all alone in the rain and cold. He bristles defensively and bats at you if you get too close but every time you walk away and then look back you see he’s discreetly following you and is now staring at you intently from the bushes

[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

hi hi! kinda new to the helpol crowd so i was wondering: what is it like when a deity contacts you? do you see an image of them? hear a voice in your head? or do you have thoughts that are distinctly not your own? are their messages more direct or indirect? what are the messages usually about? how do you feel when you recieve them? which deity do you get contacted by the most?

Heyo! So, first, obligatory UPG disclaimer: this is all only my own experience, and has no basis in mythology or anything like that. Also for the sake of transparency; I'm not a Hellenic Polytheist. If you've been around my blog and you vibe with the way I work with deities, then cool! But I do feel the need to say that I'm a witch who works primarily with Hellenic deities (and then there's Loki) so I don't follow the same traditions as some of the helpol community! (The best example being the concept of miasma. Some helpol people swear by it, others don't, and as for me it makes me wildly uncomfortable.)

Disclaimer aside, I'll just answer all these as best I can! Thank you for the ask^^

When it comes to how exactly I receive whatever they're saying, I feel like it's... a weird mix of all of your examples. Sometimes, especially if I'm not particularly tuned in, it's absolutely a thought that just isn't my own. Sometimes I even mistake it for my own at first, and then go "I have absolutely no reason to think that what the hell was that about-?" (ex. naming Loki's playlist "Loki's shit music taste" or giving an offering that has no association with them, pausing bc what the hell no, and then realizing that was them.) Other times I get words and images, although now that I think about it I'm not sure they have distinct voices? I "hear" them in my head, and some of them have clear voices sometimes, but it just depends on how I'm feeling. They essentially communicate however I'm able to receive it at the moment.

I feel like right now, it's more direct than indirect. Obviously this isn't the case for everyone, and I feel the need to say that it's not something anyone should ever feel bad about. It's not better, it's just different. As for what they talk about when they do... uh, everything? I don't know how to word it any better XD Sometimes it's about offerings, sometimes about genuinely serious stuff, but usually it's just... them popping in because they have something to say about whatever I'm doing. My work with them is fairly casual, so it ranges from "YOOOOOO your sleep schedule is so good right now I'm so proud!" to literal memes and no I'm not joking. But that's less the Hellenic deities I work with and more Loki.

(Although, I am reminded that Aphrodite and Loki are an absolutely wild comedic duo. They all do have a sense of humor lol.)

So for the most part, as weird as it might seem since I'm talking about deities that a lot of people view as above humanity, I.... just feel like I'm talking to friends most of the time. Maybe parental figures, since I literally call Hades and Persephone my "underworld parents" lol. For the most part, it's just a nice feeling like chatting with someone I know and care for and that I know cares for me.

And last but not least, right now Loki- although I know they're not a Hellenic deity, so they may not be the answer you were looking for lol- is the most active in my life. They're very loud, very much so prone to the clearest signs and clearest direct communication as well. Apollo and Aphrodite are a close second, though. Apollo has been fucking thrilled that I'm starting to finally successfully change my sleep schedule, and Aphrodite has really been nudging me towards self-care lately.

[grimdarkmage]

Laios autistic hearing CONFIRMED

[thomas-farrelly-2004]

be workin' da nightshift at freddy fazbear's

[jinxed-fates]

youd think after 2 or so years of the same panic attack almost every night id simply realize the Bad Thing wont happen. this is not the case

[ohmysatan42]

I was part a theatrical version of Gaurds! Gaurds! (It was brilliant, one of the best experiences of my life and all that jazz) but when our dragon read this line on opening night, not long after our counties elections, it really hit me. Pratchett is brilliant in a way that is timeless. I could write essays on him (I have)

This feels relevant.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: April Fools, I guess? I mean, you get to terrorize a Night Lord. :)

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

TW // Language.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

There you stood, with a water bottle in your hand. Holding it like a gun. Finger ready to pull the trigger on it.

The Night Lord, frozen in his spot. Stared down the barrel of the bottle. Looking between you and the cursed thing.

He thought that he had gotten rid of every. Single. One. Down to the “last” crushed spine of one before raiding your house, but it seems like you had one hidden right underneath your sleeves.

His gauntlet twitches, gaining your attention for a split second as your eyes flicker down to it. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage?

He twitches his gauntlet again with purpose this time, yet you didn’t fall for it again. You know what tricks they play. Hmmmm.

“Don’t.” The human growls at him as he slightly side steps to the right while he almost growls back, his fangs baring at you. If it weren’t for that dreaded bottle.

He gets a spay towards his gauntlet. His torso twisting to the side to barely avoid such poison. He nearly bares his fangs again and hisses, but doesn’t. He recognizes the warning.

This human is not playing around.

“Hisses, growls, and fang baring are not permitted in this household.” The human stated like he didn’t know what the rules were before. He’s heard them enough times.

The human nearly sprays at him again and again when he moves where she doesn’t want him to be. Leading him back out where he came from. Herding him back out like a pack of sheep.

He immediately stops, refusing to go back outside and takes a hit to his plate of armor. His fangs automatically baring and hissing before he even knows what he done as his eyes never backed down from his attackers eyes. Awaiting his death blow.

Yet… it never comes.

Instead, he hears the empty sound of the water bottle and he slowly grins.

Oh? Is this little human out of water?

He laughs, and he laughs hauntingly so. His voice going through the air like a phantom.

Ooooh, sh*t.

You throw the rest of the water bottle at the Night Lord, hitting him straight on the forehead while you booked it out of that room. Vaulting over a couch while you’re at it.

“Come back to me little darling, I only wish to repay you.” He purrs, laughing out once more as he dashes through the house in search of you.

[kittenkes]

I guess I need a scary guard dog person with me at all times to yell at people who are mean to me.

My friend ordered pizza to my place and I answered the door, and the delivery driver yelled at me for not being more specific where my building was (the address is plastered across the front of the building mind you- plain for all to see. Not sure what is difficult to find. There's also only like 5 small buildings).

I just feel like an easy target for mean people. Always the emotional punching bag.

Anyways, I'm taking guard dog applications.

[somewheresomber]

Concept; a post-apocalyptic scenario (zombies) set in a girl's prison. It's giving Lord of the Flies. It's giving found family, the eventual separation and subsequent reuniting of fan favorites.

[haruchi-slit]

JEALOUS, JEALOUS GIRL!

pairing: true form! sukuna x concubine! reader | synopsis: the king brings a girl and it just makes his favorite so jealous! | warnings: double penetration, sukuna 2pps, creampie (?), teasing, switch, lots of kissing, m receiving (blow job), biting (slight?), porn with plot (?), not proof read properly! chi-list

"I'm a jealous jealous jealous girl, if i can't have you baby, no one else in this world can."

you were trapped in this endless circles of boredom since the king left for a trip to China to meet its emperor, it's been months since he left and you missed him so much, you were left with uraume, they're fine to be with, but they're too busy to talk to you, too busy to make small talks. you were completely bored to death, until one day uraume happily announced that the king is coming back, "really he is?" you asked happily shaking uraume's shoulders. your endless circles of boredom will finally come to an end!

"yes, how many times would i have to repeat it for you?" uraume responds with a frown, removing your hands from them.

you were over the moon! you twirled around like you were a teenager getting her allowance

"the kinggg's finally baackk~" you hummed skipping towards your room.

evening rolls by faster than light, you heard the temples heavy doors creeping open, and the king's sorcerer murmuring "Sukunaa!" you yelp, running carelessly to the main entrance. you saw sukuna being escorted by the gaurds, sorceres and servants, you and uraume bowed your heads as soon as you saw him after passing the two of you, you looked up, with your eyes shining as bright as the northern star, smiling from ear to ear. until, you noticed a unfamiliar face, walking behind sukuna a woman who's about your height, brunette hair tickling down her shoulders, wearing a black and red kimono just like yours, but yours were adorned with gold roses and the red fabrics of your kimono were much more bolder than hers, your smile completely dropped as you saw sukuna's hand resting on her head, ruffling her hair, and she seems to love it, your eyebrows were quick to frown as you saw this gesture, you glared at sukuna and the girl with full of...jealousy. you knew that you weren't in the place to feel this, but still.

you learned that her name was qika, of course from uraume, they know everything about the lord's activities. qika is from China, she used to be the emperor's main whore, but the emperor gifted her to sukuna, because she is the only one who knows how to speak Japanese.

"it's pronounced as: i-ka" uraume says, carrying scrolls full of jujutsu in their hands, "anyways, why are you asking and aren't you supposed to be at the dinning room now?"

you rolled your eyes "I don't want to.." you clicked your tongue, "the lord's gonna be upset if you're-" "i do not care uraume" they raised a brow hearing you raise your voice, "are you jealous?" you rolled your eyes and walked out, striding straight to your bedroom, you didn't ate dinner that night you were too upset that the lord brought a concubine even though he could've just declined the offer.

"bullshit" you sighed softly laying in your bed, as you realized that the lord hasn't called you to get to his chambers. you let out a heavy, heavy breath as you rolled over to the other side of your bed, grabbing the soft pillow close to your chest hugging it tightly with a sour look in your face, when you were about to fall asleep, you heard lewd moans and squelchs from the other room, sukuna's room; your eyes shot open as soon as you heard it, 'fuckkk!', you could only thought to yourself as you sit up leaning on your bed's headboard, while you hear them fucking non-stop. "aaa my-my lord!" the woman yelps, you could only roll your eyes and do nothing about it,

you clicked your tongue; pulling your blanket on top of your body, then falling asleep eventually.

after that you were avoiding him the next day, depriving him even from your glance and presence always occupying your schedule with tons of other activities, you were lonely and fucking jealous, as he spends time with his "new favorite concubine", you could only clench your fist and frown your eyebrows, giving qika and sukuna dirty looks, sometimes even mocking qika for her forced voice while working with uraume "awh thaynk kyu my lowrd" you cursed under your breath, "did you said something?" uraume inquired "huh? no what did i say?" you respond with a defensive tone.

sukuna noticed that you were avoiding him. avoiding him in the hallways, dinning room, throne room literally every where, not batting a care for his presence. though, even if you were a brat, he let's you slide, you're still his favorite after all.

"let's see how long that brat's gonna take it. " he thought to himself. and boy oh boy he didn't expect to see you this fucking desperate. maybe he should make you jealous more often.

you're now on top of his lap, with his half naked body, his broad muscles flexing, as you stare at him intently, you just wanna smack that stupidly handsome smirk he has on his face, for fuck's sake you to do that immediately.

"trying to top me? hah...go on princess, I'd like to see you fail, yeah?" he chuckles leaning on the bed's headboard, as you stare at him with lust and desperation in your eyes, he laughed, "did you heard me and that girl yesterday, are you jealous?", he doesn't even know her name... "were you thinking of me while you were fucking her?" you spat back, grinding on his clothed shaft, he paused, in fact, he was thinking of you- , you glide the tips of your fingers on his markings tracing it gracefully you tilted your head to your left, "I'll take that as a yes. can she take you whole? can she grip your needy cock like i do?", you spoke. "cocky aren't you?" he grunts in respond while clenching his jaw, his lower set of hands creeped to your hips, squeezing it like it depends on his life, you continued to tease him, peppering his chest with sweet kisses, he threw his head back as your kisses travelled down to the mouth on his belly, you gave him a quick kiss as you proceed to his clothed cocks, you rubbed his cock slowly with his undergarment on, you held his clothed cocks on your tiny hands while locating the tip of his cocks, he lets out another grunt, placing one of his upper set of arms on your back as the other covered his face, he might not last long, letting you top him, but he loved seeing you on top of him with your alluring demeanor and dominant side it's just different, he threw his head back once more as you took one of his clothed cock into your mouth, as you circled the tip of the other cock with your thumb.

the king lets out heavy, silent grunts as you gave him an unbearable pleasure- to make it worst the fabric on his dick gave so much friction, enough for him to cum sooner, even though he tried his best to deny his climax, he failed miserably as he paints your pretty mouth with his thick cum, while his other cock spurted cum all over his mattress and yakuta, you snickred "what a mess" you glanced at sukuna with flushed face with his hand on top of his lips "bet she can't do that huh?" , his hands still lingering on your body, you smirked before untying your kimono, letting it pool down on the mattress, "you're such a fucking tease aren't you?" he grumbled, while you took his soaked yakuta off his body throwing it across the room, his cock is still hard, even after cumming, "f-fuck" he murmurs as you aligned his cock on your entrance, while you align his other cock on your ass, "you sure you can take all of me?" he let's out a whimpy chuckle, cupping your waist with his large hands, you didn't respond, you were too focused on proving him wrong and that you're better than qika. she was never better than you. you slowly put his cocks in you, your lips gapped as you take him whole, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you whimpered, your gummy walls swallowing him instantly as you collide your hips to his taking him full, from base to tip sukuna swore you almost made him whimper, you paused for a moment before moving your hips- you placed your hands on his chest as you bounced lightly on his cock, with every bounce sukuna tries his hardest to not let a single whimper out off his mouth, he bit his lips so hard it started to bleed, you watched his blood drip down to his chin, you sucked your lips between your teeth before licking sukuna's blood and latcing your lips to his, before letting out a giggle "ooo c'mon cursed king, don't hide those pretty moans, pleasee. for me?" you teased "s-shut up" he babbled as his hands support your hips from bouncing, you'd giggle on his grumped scowl while he throws his head back on the headboard, you could feel his pre-cum dripping from your pussy mixed with your arousal. you continued to bounce on his dick, you'd whimper every time his dick hits your g-spot you nuzzled on the crook of his neck bitting it, out of pleasure, while his cocks penetrate your tight holes...you can feel your climax brewing in your adomen, your bounce getting sloppier as your cunt drip uncontrollably, "hah-mm fuckk..!" you moan as you feel your climax creeping closer, sukuna's cocks throbs with every whimper that came out off your mouth. "fucking woman," sukuna growled, before pinning you down to the mattress "i should make you jealous more often, huh? "he adds putting you in a missionary before tucking your hair to the side so he could see your beautiful face, "you're so fuckin' gorgeous when your jealous, turns m-me on s-so damn much" sukuna grunts without missing a beat as he feels his climax near.

your gummy walls sucking him in with every thrust, your nails scratching his biceps and back, knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets of the mattress, while sukuna buries his cocks in you- "mfmmgh-" you whined before cumming all over his cocks-

"that's right, fucking cum on my cocks...h-hah-"

sukuna moans softly before nuzzling to the crevice of your boobs, snapping his hips to yours once more before reaching his climax, you could feel his cum oozing out off your pussy and ass, the both of you were catching breaths while sukuna's cocks is still intact, he does his final thrust fucking back the cum that oozed out off your cunt and ass, your toes curled while your eyes rolled to the depths of your skull, goodness...

"I'm getting rid of that girl, I'll get uraume to get rid of her... jealous brat."

a/n: idk lmaoo... Don't ask me why i named the other concubine "qika" i just want it to be different and unique haha, i kinda have a neutral feeling abt this cause whenever i proof read it, it sounds cringe and yuckie I'm not good at writing... anyways does anyone wants to be my anon/mutual?