Grumpy!Nick Wagner x oblivious!sunshine!fem!reader
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Warnings/Word Count: brief angst, jealousy, r is a little bit oblivious, minor injuries, mention of alcohol, confession and PDA. r is a detective, mentions of smut, yearning. r is nicknamed Sunshine.
Summary: Nick Wagner has always been grumpy, ever since he was a kid, he's been grumpy. But something about you makes him smile. The way you greet him every morning. Before handing over a blueberry muffin from the bakery you go to every single morning before work. Nick has gotten tired of you complaining to Daphne and Morgan about your failed dating life. So he decides to take action, but what happens when you don't register that he's flirting with you for the past year and a half. Nick is on his last leg trying to get you to let him treat you right. So when you show about to a party at his house that's he's throwing for everyone, in a beautiful sundress, Nick can't keep his eyes off you.
Word Count: 2.3 k give or take
If one thing was for certain, it was that Nick Wagner was a yearner. Anybody could tell you that, that the grumpy captain, once he fell in love with something or someone, he yearned.
Now, Morgan was tired of him yearning for one of the new detectives that had joined months ago. Morgan and Nick's relationship was more like a fling because she felt like it was just about sex. So she ended it, he took it pretty hard, but he got over it. Morgan noticed how Nick had gotten nervous whenever you were around, how he would always find an excuse to be near you. Morgan and the rest of major crimes (she hoped) could tell you were clearly oblivious to how he felt and didn't notice the signs obviously. And Morgan was in fact tired of it so she came up with a plan.
In her defense it was a great plan, she knew you had just gone on some date that Daphne had set you up on. So all she had to was ask about your date, and get Nick's attention. Shouldn't be too hard right? She thought to herself while she got ready for the day.
"So, how did it go?" Daphne asked as you entered the bullpen. "Horrible, all he wanted to know was if I could put on sexy cop uniform when we had sex." You state as you hear Morgan's heals clicking against the tile. "How was the date?" Morgan asked sitting the the corner of Karadec's desk. "I'm never going on another date ever again, why are men so ughh." You groan as you set your stuff on your desk before refilling your candy jar with more of those lollipops that Captain Wagner likes likes.
"That bad, what did he do?" Morgan asks curious. "Asked if I could wear a sexy cop costume if we had sex, and if I could do it every time we had sex." You state not noticing Captain Wagner coming up behind you.
"Geez, talk about an asshole." Morgan states. "Then he let it slip that he was married and had like two kids, and asked if I was okay with being his side chick." You state making Nick frown.
You look up to see Captain Wagner towering over you. "Oh hi, didn't see you there." You state as you feel his hands brush across your hips.
"I saw how disappointed you were last night when my candy jar was empty, so I stopped by this morning to fill it back up." You state making him nod. "Thank you for doing that sunshine." He states as he leaves his right hand on your hip, before reaching over to grab two lollipops from the jar.
"How's your morning been?" He asks pocketing the candy. "Been okay, though last night made me wonder why I even try to date. I think I might be better off being single." You state before shrugging.
"How come you never get me candy when I'm sad that's your candy jar is empty?" Morgan asks as Daphne grins at how Wagner's hands are now fully grasping your hips, keeping you against his chest. "Because I'm her favorite, isn't that right sunshine?" Nick asks. "Technically, Daphne's my favorite, but you run a close second." You state making Nick pout. "That's mean." Nick states going to take his hands off your hips when you lean back into his hold.
"Not my fault, she likes me better." Daphne teases. "Though, this date you set me on was horrible." You interject getting Nick's attention back on you. "You went on a date?" He asks rubbing circles on your hips with his thumbs, neither of you noticing how Morgan and Daphne are grinning. "Yeah, guy was a total dick, wanting me to dress up if we ever had sex." You mutter before frowning when you feel Nick tense up.
"Asshole." Nick mutters. "It happens most of the time, whenever my date finds out I'm a cop. Either it's that comment or it's the comment of I probably slept my way to the top." You state your voice slightly cracking. "That one always hurts, because its not true." You stutter before turning the other direction and walking out of the bullpen. Nick doesn't even hesitate two seconds before he's trailing behind you.
"Walk him like a dog sis, walk him like a dog." Daphne sings. "So, did you see his hand placement?" Morgan asks. "I did, possessive much." Daphne states. "I mean, at least he yearns for her hard, its sweet." Daphne states as Morgan starts going on and on about how Wagner should just go for it, and ask her out only for Daphne to cut her off. "What if it doesn't work out?" Daphne asks. "He's probably scared to lose her. Not only would he lose her a partner, he'd also lose his best friend." Oz states.
Nick was following her into the family bathroom before she could lock the door. She let out a small scream which he muffled with his hand. "Waggy, you scared me." She stated as she felt his hands leave her lips before it traveled down to her hips. "Those men who think you're only a detective because you slept your way to the top are idiots." Nick states. "They are complete idiots if they think the only thing you're good for is sex, you don't deserve them sunshine." Nick states pressing his forehead to hers.
"Are you still coming over tonight, with Ingrid?" She asks. "Yeah, as long as you're okay with me spending the night." He states fighting back so hard to not kiss her. "I mean I wouldn't mind if you did, even though you lived right next door." She states softly smiling as she grabs ahold of his belt loops before leaning back.
"I guess, I'll see you tonight, Sunshine." He states as he goes to turn away. "See you tonight, be safe out there Cap." She states before standing on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek. She walks out of the bathroom leaving a stunned Nick Wagner.
Daphne finds you in the lounge panicking. "Yo, you good?" Oz asks handing you a cup of coffee. "I did something, and I left him in there." You state as Daphne just sits beside Oz. "What did you do? And more importantly, who did you do?" Daphne asks. "I kisses Wagner's cheek." You state suddenly causing Oz to choke on his tea. "He just looked so worried about me, so I grabbed him by his belt loops, got on my tippy toes and kisses his cheek." You stammer. "What did he do?" Daphne asks surprised by your actions. "I didn't let him do anything, I left the bathroom." You mumble.
"Wait, were you two the ones who were in the family bathroom?" Oz asks. "You took forever, men's bathroom is out of order and I'm surprised you guys didn't have line of people waiting on you." Oz states as he feels one of Daphne's hands travel to his thigh. You don't say anything before you leave the lounge. "Probably going to get lunch, it is her lunch break." Oz states. But you never made it to your lunch break as you got stopped by the flirty new rookie office David Turner.
She was just trying to get out of the conversation with David when he leaned closer. "So, I was thinking maybe you should go out with me." David states cockily. "I mean it would look so good for me if my friends found out I bagged a detective. What do yah say, sweet cheeks?" David asks not letting her get a response out before going on and on about how he could be so good for her. It was starting to make her nauseous.
Soto came into Wagner's office before glaring at him. "One of the new rookies, David Turner is flirting with Sunshine, and he's being completely inappropriate with her, and she's uncomfortable." Soto states as Nick gets out of his chair. "He's not taking no for answer, in fact he won't let her give him an answer." She states before continuing. "He's being real touchy, Nick, she's uncomfortable to say the least." Soto states as Nick takes off walking faster than normal. And instead of taking the elevator, he practically bolts down the stairs.
He almost runs into Oz before coming to a stop where this so called rookie (not for much longer if he had a say in it) was practically feeling up Sunshine, his sunshine. Before anyone could stop him, he was behind her, letting his hands find their home on her hips. She was tense as hell when she felt very large familiar hands on her hips. His lips pressing against the top of her head, but apparently David Turner turns his attention to Wagner.
"Oh hey Captain Wagner, I was just about to ask Sunshine her if she wanted to go out with me later tonight." David states not hearing the low deep growl that Wagner lets out stunning the entire Bullpen into silence as they all turn their attention to the scene in front of them. "Do you think you could, I don't know let her out a bit earlier than normal?" David asks grinning like there's no tomorrow.
"No can do Davis." Nick states. "It's actually David." David starts but gets cut off. "You see, Sunshine and I have plans tonight, and I don't really think its best if you try and ask her out." Nick states fully growling at this point. "Well she didn't say anything, so I don't believe you, besides she can do better than you." David states as someone mumbles "he should not have said that." "I mean I'm fresh meat, I can still get it up yah know." David states grinning fully proud of himself.
"I think you're done here." Nick states holding out his hand. "Badge, and gun please." Nick states. "You can't be serious, she's a woman, she's not even that good of a detective." David starts before continuing. "I mean are you seriously gonna destroy my future for some bitch." David asks making Nick crack. Before anyone can grab him, he's got you behind him and he's shoving David Turner into the wall behind him.
"Watch your fucking mouth!" Nick growls not noticing how Daphne and Morgan move you towards the opposite side of the room. "Wow, you really are crazy." David states only to get interrupted when he feels warm hot liquid run down his face. Morgan gasps as she watches Wagner punch David in the nose, so hard that there's a crack. That's when David's Sargent comes out.
"Captain Wagner, this is a surprise." Noalle Covanatich states. "Your rookie's done, he's sexually harassed and assaulted my detective." Nick states. "Which detective, if you don't mind me asking?" She asks as she holds out her hand for David's badge, duty belt, and gun. "Sunshine." Nick states quietly. "You're done, Turner. And don't even think about applying to another force or into the military because I will be making sure no one takes you." Noalle states as David storms off. "Have a good day, Captain." Noalle states as she turns and walks away.
Nick notices everyone staring at him. "What are you guys looking at?" He demands before adding. "Get back to work!" He growls before storming off to his office.
"That was so hot." You state suddenly. "It was so hot." You state as daphne pretends to fan you. "The way he just gently put you behind him, so you wouldn't get hurt when he slammed the man into the wall. I've never seen him so angry." Morgan states as she takes a sip of her coffee. "I'm gonna go check on him." You mumble walking towards Nick's office before going up the stairs quickly as you possible can.
You find Nick sitting at his desk, papers are on the ground, things have been clearly thrown about. Nick looks up from where he's seething before seeing you. He immediately rushes towards you before gently cupping your face in his hands. "Did he hurt you?" He asks checking you over. "He just kept touching me, and I'm glad you stopped him." You mumbled. "But you got hurt." You whine as you grab his bloody knuckles before grabbing the first aid kit off the floor and pushing him towards the couch in his office. Nick stumbles as you push him onto the couch, he looks up at you completely wrecked. His hair is all messy as you run your nails through his hair before sitting directly on his lap. "This might sting, but if you're a good boy, I might reward you with a kiss." You state.
Nick just watched as you patched him up. He waited patiently and quietly for his kiss. Once you were done, you looked up at him. "Can I have my kiss now, since I was a good boy?" Nick asks shyly. You nod before holding his injured left hand up before kissing his now patched up bloodied knuckles. You let his hand fall down to his side, when you feel his other hand cup your face. "I thought I was getting a kiss." He whines as he leans down, pressing his forehead to yours. "I did, I kissed your knuckles all better, you were a good boy. You are a good boy, Waggy." You state. "Can I tell you that what you did back there was so hot, it was sweet but so hot." You state but he cuts you off with pressing his lips to yours.
When he doesn't feel you kiss him back, he pulls away fucking scared that he's fucked up everything. He waits for you to say something, but all you do is full on straddle his lap, before tangling your hands in his hair and pressing your lips to his.
So this is way too long so I'm going to make it a short series.
soft yandere! Okarun discovering he likes you + tries to confess scenario
warnings: fem!reader, anime spoilers up to episode 9, bullying, slight jealousy/possessiveness.
Originally an ask sent by @samejeu and became a full-fledged scenario instead.
special thanks to @thatstrangesheep and @bdudette for being my beta-readers in this piece! With that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show~.
divider by @cafekitsune
Okarun did not meet and befriend you in school as he had with Miss Ayase. Instead, he saw you three times a week in the early hours of the morning. He delivered newspapers around the city and you were part of the crew that opened up the book cafe on the bottom floor of the local department store. You always thanked him for the newspapers with a small tired smile before heading back inside to drop them off, or after he placed them by the door for you so that you could finish sweeping the entrance and pull out the chalkboards featuring the daily specials.
Occasionally, you offered him a drink on the house, but he always politely declined before racing off to his next destination.
Not only were you a kind and diligent employee, but you actually listened to him when he ranted about the articles in his alien magazines, citing how such conspiracy theories weren’t possible and why. You didn’t look at him with disinterest, annoyance, or tried to shoo him away. You cared about what he said and offered a few words of your own as you placed the outside chairs down the gravel or wiped down the windows.
Truthfully, he thought you were just being nice to him all this time, until his opinion of you changed one afternoon.
He didn’t feel like going home right away on that day, so he decided to chill in the cafe with his precious books for a few hours. He didn’t know some guys from homeroom went there too. When they saw him sit at one of the booths with a drink he ordered, they all walked up to his table and tried to rile him up like they tried to do every day. One of them thought it would be funny to pour hot coffee on his head until you stood in front of him, frowning with your arms crossed.
“Sorry fellas, but I’m going have to ask you all to leave. We do not tolerate our customers being harassed.”
“Huh? We’re just having fun!”
“Would you like me to call a security officer and have him escort you out of the cafe? He should be coming in soon for his afternoon pick-me-up. He’s a nice guy, but without his caffeine?” You whistled. “Man, I would not want be within ten feet of him. So what will it be? Are you gonna walk out of here, nice and quiet, without making a scene and disrupting the other customers, or are we really going to get the authorities involved?” You shrugged. “Your choice.”
Okarun had never seen those guys move as fast as they did after hearing your words, grumbling and calling you some unpleasant names under their breath. But you either didn’t seem to care or even heard them because you turned to him and asked if he was okay. He said he was, though he was wondering what was tomorrow’s daily special because he wanted to bring a friend here. You smiled brightly and cheerfully explained the menu, citing your own recommendations before your boss called you to come back to the register. You sheepishly excused yourself, wishing he would enjoy the rest of his day, and disappeared from his line of sight.
You were tough and spoke out against others like Miss Ayase. He was sure she’d like this kind of place, maybe. He’s still getting to know his new friend.
It turned out that she did like the book cafe after the following day; she wasn’t too happy about there being a lack of books on aliens and ghosts, but she liked the decor and the services. It was a cool place to hang out and chill before resuming the search for his stolen balls.
He just wished Miss Ayase would stop assuming he had a crush on you because he does not. Just because he enjoys seeing you on his route or for a bit after school does not automatically assume he’s romantically interested! Yes, you were a girl, but a guy can know a cute and hardworking girl with no romance involved! It’s called having friends, and yes, you were most definitely his friend!
His heart pounds at the sight of you because he’s happy to see his friend! He gets jittery because he doesn’t want to fumble with his words and cause any misunderstandings, leading to jeopardizing the friendship he has with you! He does not chew on his nails when he sees you talking to a more handsome guy at the counter because he’s jealous. He knows that guy from Class B, or has heard about his playboy reputation, and doesn’t want you to get caught up with a jerk like that! He’s just being a concerned friend!
“Dude, you are totally in love with her. It’s so obvious that it’s almost painful to watch you talk to her.” Momo deadpanned. “Honestly though? I’d rather you go out with her than that delulu chick who thinks you’re a demon and I’m trying to take over the world with my powers. At least she goes to our school.”
“She goes to our school?!”
“Of course she does! She’s in Class D! I see her on lunch break when I go get juice! How did you not know that?!”
As soon as he finds out that you do indeed go to the same school as he and Miss Ayase, the teasing from his friend got worse and so did the fuzzy feelings in his stomach whenever he met you on the rooftop during lunch.
The realization that he cared about you as more than a friend was when you had seen him in a compromising position with Miss Shiratori behind the school. Nothing happened between her and him. She was trying to kiss him based on the assumption that a guy should accept a girl’s confession and kiss her! He was just trying to get away, and he lost his footing! There was nothing going on between him and her!
But all you did was just stare at him for a long moment before you quickly collected the juice boxes you dropped on the grass and sprinted away, apologizing for interrupting his moment with Miss Shiratori. It didn’t help that Miss Ayase was with you too, and boy, was she mad. Miss Ayase refused to listen to his excuses when he lied about working on a report and stormed off. Then the Serpio tried to take his junk and Miss Shiratori somehow transformed into Acrobatic Silky. They beat them, but just by the skin of their teeth. Literally.
Now? Well, he needed to make his feelings known to you and clear up the misunderstanding before Miss Shiratori made it worse. He just hoped that you would hear him out and listen to what he had to say. Miss Ayase agreed to help on the condition that he told you the truth and no bullcrap.
Okarun is not the best at expressing himself, and he judges people too quickly. He knows this. But he wants to be a better person. For you.
Miss Ayase showed him various methods on how a guy can confess to a girl in the magazines she and her friends read. Confessing to you directly? Nope, that won’t happen. Same with writing a poem. He will never do a video because he’s totally camera-shy. Texting was an option until she pointed out it would feel impersonal or too casual and you’d think he was joking around when he definitely is not.
In the end, he wrote it all down. From what really happened between him and Miss Shiratori, to how he really feels towards you. He placed the letter inside your assigned desk along with a little plushie.
Just…please read what he has to say.
He wants to know more about you. Your likes and dislikes, what makes you smile, talk more about the occult, and protect you from anyone who would want to hurt you. Don’t push him aside like so many others have done. Please.
How about Ragatha, Jax, and Pomni getting jealous because their partner is being flirted at by their evil counterparts?
Words: 732
Fandom: The Amazing Digital Circus
Ships: Jax/reader, Pomni/reader, Ragatha/reader
Warnings: jealousy, sex mentions
Pomni
- She's more confused than anything. Did you really like her evil counterpart?
- Sure, she'd used a few swears when she first got here, but she wasn't that vulgar. Should she be?
- You could barely understand what Evil Pomni was trying to say; everything but the word 'sex' was censored.
- Just as she tried to wrap an arm around your waist, Pomni appeared, holding up a bat.
- She takes your turn for the rest of the game.
The door to your room creaked open. Pomni had rushed off as soon as the adventure ended, following Jax to who knows where.
The lamp clicked on, and you found Pomni lying across your bed in a robe. "Hey [---]"
"Pomni?" Something crunched under your feet; were those rose petals? "What's going on?"
"What do you think's going on?"
"No, seriously, why are you in my room?" You sat down next to her, brushing rose petals off your bed.
Red-faced, she sat up and held her robe closed. "Don't you want to [---]?"
"What!?" You turned red. "Pomni, we can't. We literally can't; it's not possible."
"But she said—"
"Who?"
"Evil Pomni! She was talking to you..." Wrapping her arms around herself, she looked down at the bed. "Sorry"
"Oh," gingerly, you pulled her into a hug. "I don't care about her, she's just an NPC."
"You don't?" She wiped a tear from her eye.
Shaking your head, you ran your fingers through her hair. "No, and you don't have to try to be like her."
"Okay," she pulled away, setting her hands in your lap. "You're not upset we can't..."
"No," you looked to the side. "Also, Bubble's here."
"Bubble!"
Ragatha
- Half sad, half insecure
- Why would you let the worst possible version of herself flirt with you? Her evil counterpart was everything she tried not to be. Everything her mother was
- Tears fall down her cheeks, and before you can notice, she's crying on the sidelines. Kinger tries to give her a pep talk, but he's not very good at it.
"Ragatha? What is it?" You rushed to her side, wrapping your arm around her waist. "What's wrong? Did Jax say something?"
"Y/N?" She looked up at you through tears, wiping her eyes. "...sorry."
"For what?" Her plush body slumped against you as you sat down next to her, pulling her into your side.
A soft sob was all the warning you got before she had her arms wrapped against your torso, crying into your clothes. "...do you like her more than me?"
"Like who?"
"Her," with a shaky hand, she pointed to her evil counterpart, who was trying to hit Evil Orbsman with her bat. "..."
"No! No!" you stifled a laugh. "definitely not"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I love you, Rags" gently, you pulled her into a kiss. Salty tears flowed into your mouth before you pulled away. "Don't worry."
"O-okay," blushing, she nodded and leaned over to rest her head on your chest. "I love you too."
Jax
- He is PISSED.
- There's no way you're talking to that pink freak, not to mention flirting with him.
- Throws a ball at Evil Jax
- Oh, it hit you? I guess you need your boyfriend to take care of you far away from him.
- Insists you have a concussion
"Ow!" A softball smacked into the back of your head; pain radiated from where you were sure a bruise was forming.
Gently, Evil Jax reached up and ran his fingers through your hair, feeling the bump. "A-are you okay?"
"Heey, Y/N." Jax appeared next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you behind him. "You're missing all the good stuff; Gangle's up to bat."
"Did you just hit me with a softball?" You glared up at him, rubbing your head.
Pulling you away from his evil doppelgänger, Jax scoffed and tightened his grip. "What? No, you're confused."
"Then who hit me?"
"You know, confusion is a symptom of concussions. You need to sit down."
"Y/N?" Kinger walked over to you, leaning down to check your head before backing off when Jax growled, baring his teeth.
A hand ran through your hair, wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you onto his chest.
A thwack came from the field as Zooble hit a ball, tossing the bat to the side and walking over to you. "Geez, Jax. Really leaning into the whole maid dress thing, huh?"
There are eyes on you that you don’t feel. For the first time in your life, you don’t feel them. You’re engrossed in your phone as you swing gently in the hammock chair on your porch. The one that’s been continuously taken care of and maintained by him.
He watches you as you smile and bite your lip, your thumbs moving a mile a minute as you send reply after reply and wait with bated breath for a response in return. Even clearing his throat does little good. Is he really so invisible to you, now?
“Who is he?” he asks, muttering to your younger brother as he stands at the entry gate in your front yard. Your brother is confused, unsure of who he’s talking about. He looks around, until Sukuna looks at him directly. “You aren’t that stupid, are you? Look at her. Who’s the idiot she’s texting?”
Your brother looks in your direction, the cogs coming to life in his brain as he realises what he’s talking about. He smiles at him, but it soon fades as he sees your uncles disgruntled expression.
“Oh, she’s been bringing this guy around a lot called Megumi but she keeps saying they’re just friends. We all think it’s bullshit but—”
“That’s enough.” he groans. He puts his finger and thumb into his mouth and whistles loudly. Your eyes dart up from your phone, your giddy expression soon changes to one of surprise. “Hiya, princess.” he greets you, disappointed expression unchanging.
You get up from your seat, dropping your phone, and walk over to him. Even with both of his hands filled with gift bags, he wraps one around you and holds the small of your back. He kisses your cheek sweetly, pulling away to look at you properly.
“You’re getting prettier by the day, sweetheart.” he finally smiles. “You should drop out and become a model.”
“Looks fade, uncle Ryo, I’ll be a lawyer ‘til I’m old and grey.” you smirk. “You got us gifts again? You didn’t have to.”
“Speak for yourself.” Yuuji mumbles as he walks by you and into the house.
Your uncle shakes his head at him, a warm smile returning to him as he looks at you. You allow him to guide you inside, your phone a distant memory while his hand holds your shoulder.
You join Yuuji in the front room, sitting beside him on the couch while your uncle places the bags in front of you both. He sits nearby, in your dad’s old chair, while he watches you both sift through your gifts.
Well, you assume he’s watching you both. But those ruby eyes of his remain perfectly fixed on you. They wander to Yuuji every so often when he expresses gratitude for the gifts he’s received, but all he cares about, truly, is you.
“Is this a new laptop?” you ask, jaw almost dropping to the floor as you see it. “This must have cost a fortune. You didn’t have to do this.” you smile.
“It’s fine, I got you both one. What’s the point of my sister having kids if I can’t spoil them? Where is she, by the way?”
“Wait,” you stop him as you go through the rest of your gifts. “New stationary, bags, files. You got me all of this stuff for college? Thank you.” you beam. You jump up and sit in his lap, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing tightly, the intensity makes him wonder if you’ll ever let go.
Unfortunately for him, you do.
“She texted me a few minutes ago saying they’ve changed her shift and she won’t be back until late.” Yuuji says nonchalantly as he continues looking through his stuff.
“What?! She said she’d give me a ride tonight. I’m gonna have to get a taxi, where’s my phone?” you ask, leaping up from your seat in your uncle’s lap as you check all of your pockets. You head towards the front door to check the last place you’d been with it, when you suddenly feel his hand encase your wrist.
“Talk to me.”
“She’s meant to be taking me to the movies for my d- uh, I’m meeting a friend.” you explain.
“Boyfriend, you mean.” Yuuji mumbles before coughing loudly to cover up his comment.
“Shut up.” you snap back. “But I’m gonna have to book a taxi and start getting ready now in case I’m late. Thanks for the gifts, uncle Ryo.” you smile as you turn away to leave. But he squeezes your wrist hard, pulling you back to him.
“I’ll take you. Alright?” he tells you. “Just let me know when you’re ready to go.”
“Really?” you smile. “Thank you.”
“… What are uncles for, hm?”
Hours pass, time spent doing your makeup and choosing an outfit with texts sent to Megumi in between. Sukuna’s foot has been tapping incessantly as he waits for you, resisting the urge to check in on you every five minutes. He’d give anything to be in your room while you dress, allowing him to approve of your attire.
But instead, you appear hours later in a pair of shorts that would make him lose control in his younger years, but even now, he feels stirring in his slacks. A slight tightening that he’s fighting to ignore.
“Not leaving anything to the imagination, are you?” he grumbles, looking you up and down. You’re too irritated by his comment to notice the fact his eyes linger on your bare midsection and rake over your chest. Your little crop top almost looks too small for you, to him, with the way it accentuates your tits. “It’s a bit much for a movie.”
“Don’t start, I’m not changing. It’s so hot out I just wanna be comfy. Can we go?”
“Move, then.” he scowls.
You scoff, walking out ahead of him. He watches as you walk away before trailing after you. You’re mistaking his rage for sulking. You’ve never seen your uncle angry, not really.
If only you knew, he’s seething.
You spend twenty minutes in the car with him, panicking that you’re going to be late. You’d hate to picture Megumi there, waiting for you all on his own. You’ve texted him a few times to let him know you’re on your way, but you’re yet to hear back from him.
“Can you, like, do something?!” you ask before gluing your eyes back to your phone.
“What?” your uncle responds, teeth clenched as he looks over to you. His anger brewing further as he sees Megumi’s name with a bunch of heart emojis at the top of your phone. “Should I pick up the car and carry you it through the streets for you, darlin’?”
“If it’ll get us there faster, yes.”
“Tch.” he scoffs. “You know the world won’t end if you put your phone down for five minutes.”
“I’m letting him know I’m gonna be late! Is that alright with you?!”
“Him. The boyfriend, not friend. You lied.” and before he can stop himself, he speaks without thinking. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
Your eyes widen at his words. And you can’t decide if you’re furious or devastated. Ashamed? Is he ashamed of you? You don’t know why he would be. He’s never said anything so mean to you before. In fact, you don’t think he’s ever said anything cruel to you in your life.
“What’s your problem?” you speak, your volume a little louder than intended.
“You are. I don’t even recognise you. Throwing yourself at college boys and dressing like a little slut. I thought I brought you up better than that.”
“You didn’t bring me up. Just because you visit with gifts every few months doesn’t mean you’re my fucking dad, Ryo. You’re barely an uncle.” you bite back. There’s more you could say, but you’re silenced by an incoming text from Megumi. “FUCK! I’m so stupid. Take me home, I got the time wrong.”
He grunts, turning the car around roughly before he parks down a nearby alleyway.
“Get out.” he orders.
“Huh?”
“Get out of my car, princess. You think you can disrespect me like that in my own fucking car? Get out and call a cab.”
Your heart sinks when you realise he’s far from joking. He actually wants you to get out of his car. In fact, he’s waiting for it. It’s hard to know if it’s genuine, if he’s legitimately planning on leaving you in a creepy alleyway all on your own and driving away. You hope he’s just trying to scare you, but the air is getting thicker.
His stare becomes harsher.
Your heart beats faster.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to disrespect you…” you pout. “Don’t make me get out, please. You’ve been so… off with me today. And I’m embarrassed I got the time of this date wrong and—”
“So it is a date after all, huh?” he sighs.
“We’re, ugh, we’re friends but—” you cover your face in embarrassment. “We keep talking about taking things further, but it’s just a movie I don’t know if it’s a date. Maybe we’re just gonna be friends forever and he isn’t interested at all.” and with that, you’re officially sulking, humiliated that you spilt your little secret to your uncle of all people. You feel his eyes on you, but you don’t want to look.
If they’re the same harsh eyes that told you he’s ashamed, you don’t want to see them ever again.
“Is that why you’re dressed like an easy whore tonight? Hah? Thought he’d be more interested if you put more on show.”
“Why are you being such a dick?!” you yell. The silence is too much, his bewildered face catches you off guard. It’s like he hadn’t expected you to raise your voice. You both maintain your silence, equally at a loss for words. But it goes on too long, and unintentionally, you feel the need to fill it. “What, are you jealous? Bet it’s been a while since you got any action, old man.”
“Old?” he scoffs. “What are you talking about, action? You wouldn’t do that… would you?” he asks, there’s venom coating his tongue, but it’s overridden by curiosity.
“Why do you think I dressed like such a… ‘little slut’, huh?” you laugh as his expression changes once again, he’s uncomfortable, so you decide to poke the beast. “We got seats in the back row… I don’t even care about the movie, it’s just an excuse to put our hands down each other’s pants.”
“That’s enough.”
“Why?”
You watch him as he unbuckles his seatbelt with haste. If you had blinked you would have missed it, and it’s not long before he does the same to yours. You’re weightless as he pulls you from your seat and into his lap, a few pathetic ‘ow’s’ leave your lips as he positions you over him.
“What are you doing?” you ask him, a combination of worry and curiosity overwhelming you.
“You really wanna get felt up at the movies by a little college boy? How pathetic you are… I thought you were better than that.” you’re too stunned to speak as his words consume you. Has he always been so protective of you? Has he always had this side to him? You don’t want to move. You barely want to think in case he doesn’t like how your thoughts sound. You gulp, nervously, and he smirks in amusement.
His fingers trail lightly across your chin before he holds it carefully between his thumb and forefinger. He licks his lips as his eyes examine your features. There is hunger in his ruby irises, a starved man sizing up the meal he’s worked so hard for.
But he’s patient.
He thinks it’ll be fine, nothing he does will make you object.
Though he can’t be too careful. So he proceeds with caution, allowing his fingers to carry on tracing downwards. Your wide eyes turn to a heavy lidded gaze as you feel the pads of his fingers softly dance across the column of your neck. His eyes follow the path they take, looking up once or twice to make sure you still aren’t opposed to his touch.
You gulp, again, when you feel him touch atop your breasts, and his eyes stay fixed on yours for a moment longer. But he’s greedy, now, unable to withstand the growing bulge in his pants or the thoughts he has about you in order to cure him.
He hooks his index finger into the low scoop of your crop top and pulls downwards. You’re unable to stop yourself from shuddering, and he looks up at you with a sympathetic stare.
“This is… wrong.” you speak, a slight whimper in your voice.
He grins, though he tries to hide it from you.
“How can it be wrong, sweetheart?” he asks. He holds your hips in heavy hands and pushes you down onto his clothed erection. “Feel how good you make me feel? Let me make you feel good, too. Megumi won’t satisfy you, I promise you that.”
“Ryo…” you sigh, soon stifled as he helps you roll your hips onto him. “It’s wrong… you know it is…”
“Well, maybe I don’t care,” he hisses, his cock leaking from the friction between you. He allows his head to droop back against the head rest behind him, smiling up at you as he realises you’re beginning to move all on your own. “I don’t think you do, either.”
Your eyes fill with water, and you bat your eyelashes in a bid to dismiss it. How did this happen? How did you get to this point? Maybe you’ve been waiting for Megumi for too long. Maybe some part of you knew you’d end up here with him. And maybe you want it just as much as he seems to.
“Naughty girl… give me a kiss,” he demands, fingers caressing the column of your spine before he pushes you down towards him.
A little whine escapes your lips before you submit to him. The feelings of his bulge nudging against your clit is enough to make you lose all sense. It’s clumsy and uncomfortable, a chaste kiss as if you were kissing your uncle turns into a sloppy, tongue tangling kiss as you soon dismiss that familial bond.
He pulls away, groaning slightly before he yanks down your crop top and exposes your bare tits.
His jaw tenses as he looks up at you again, as if he were withholding something he so desperately desired to say. But instead, he silences himself, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking experimentally.
Your eyes roll back into your head, your hand carding through tufts of pink hair. It’s been a while since you’d been intimate with anyone like this, the sensation making you weak and needy. The slightest touch feels enough to make you cum, though you hold back, savouring the way his hand holds your other breast and rolls your nipple between his finger and thumb.
You wonder if he sleeps around a lot, you wonder if he’s gotten laid recently. You want to know how good he is. You’ve heard from girlfriends that older men do it better, but you’ve never experimented so cavalierly, you wouldn’t even know where to meet one.
Little did you know you’ve had an older man vying for your attention all along.
“How do you like it?” he asks, breath fanning across your drool soaked tit before he swaps which one he suckles. You hiss a little as he grazes your perked nipple purposefully between his teeth.
“I— It’s good,” you say, shyly, body heating up further when you hear a small laugh leave his lips.
“No, baby. How do you like to fuck?” he asks again. You think you might pass out from the shame. Though it’s shameful enough that you’re allowing your uncle to suck your tits. You screw your eyes shut before opening them again, hoping that this could possibly be a bad dream you just need to wake up from. But he’s still there when you open your eyes, still looking up at you with a cocky grin as he observes your embarrassment consuming you.
“I don’t— I don’t really—”
“You’ve proven yourself to be a little slut, so you must have a preference. What happened to that mouth of yours, huh? You were so desperate to talk about your little classmate touching you up later.” he reminds you, and you pant from the humiliation. Any attempt to wriggle away is halted by him wrapping his arms around your torso and keeping your body glued to his. “How many little pricks have you let slut your cunt out, sweetheart?”
“Ryo…” you gasp, breathing becoming erratic. It’s too much, he chuckles as you start to fan yourself. “I don’t know anymore. I can’t think.” you explain.
“Have you lost count, princess? That’s disgusting, don’t you think?” he tuts, mock repulsion lacing his words. He only half means it. He’s disgusted that so many useless little boys have felt you wrapped around them without any inkling of how to truly satisfy you. “They don’t matter, now. No one will make you feel as good as I’m going to, you won’t want anyone else when I’m through.”
“This is… it’s a one time thing. Okay?” you tell him, and his smug smile only grows wider.
“We’ll see,” he starts, his fingers dig into the flesh of your ass as your shorts ride up. A pathetic yelp flees from you as his stinging palm lands on your body. “I don’t really care how you like it, I was just curious.”
“… how do you like it, Ryo?”
“It depends, princess.” he bites his lower lip. “But if it’s just this once, you’ll let me fuck you how I like. You’ll be a good girl for uncle Ryo, won’t you?”
You blink a few times. Are you really so easily manipulated? Are you really still grinding down on the throbbing bulge of your uncle? Your silence speaks volumes, to him. And with his patience wearing thin, you find yourself being thrown awkwardly into the back seat.
He takes a deep breath before stepping out, from behind the wheel and opening the back door.
You watch him as he unbuckles his belt, and he smiles when he notices you watching. He slows down the action, allowing you to savour the sight of him undressing. He stops after his cock springs free, slapping off his abdomen and leaving a pretty trail of pre on his pristine white shirt.
“Have you never seen a big dick before? You look scared.” He chuckles. You don’t say a word, and without realising you’re shaking your head. You thought you had, but apparently they were nothing in comparison to actual big dicks. You’re terrified, almost horrified, but you can’t look away.
Not until he tells you.
“Sluts take it from behind. Turn around.” he orders, and you immediately position yourself onto your hands and knees.
You squeal when his fingers curl into the waistband of your shorts and yank aggressively. He doesn’t pull them off, they remain around your thighs and keep your legs perfectly pressed together. His cock throbs at the sight, holding one of your ass cheeks and moving your lower half from side to side. You’d decided to forgo panties, and he couldn’t be happier.
The sight of your drooling cunt makes up for what has felt like an eternity of patience.
You scream, again, as you feel a multitude of spanks in quick succession. He thinks he might legitimately lose it at the sight of your holes clenching, and surprise rips through you as you feel a thumb pressed to your puckered hole. You cover your mouth to stop you from yelping at the unexpected touch, but he merely groans.
“Have you taken it here before?” he asks.
“… no… I h—aven’t,” you answer honestly. He hums in contemplation. He spits down onto your asshole and rubs his thumb across it gently.
“Next time, hm?” he muses to himself. Despite his words, he guides his cockhead to your tight hole. The thick tip rubbing teasingly against it. He doesn’t breach it, but the teasing alone feels pleasant. “I think you’ll like it…”
And with that, he moves from your rear entrance and plunges brutally into your drooling slot. You cry out, the unexpected entry taking you by surprise. He hushes and coos as your walls adjust to his girth.
The intensity of the pressure gives away to pleasure soon enough. Internally, he wants to be rough with you. He will be rough with you. However, he can’t ignore the fact that you are and always have been so precious to him. The thought of hurting you is hold him back.
But a deeper, darker part of him with a bruised ego overrides his conscience.
His fingers grab your hair harshly and wrap around his hand as if you were a dog on a leash. He pulls you until your back arches gloriously for him, and he uses the leverage to fuck into you harder.
He’s all too aware of the risks he’s taking. If anyone were to walk by they’d see exactly what he’s doing and has made no attempt to hide. Standing confidently outside the car with your ass on full display for anyone who’d dare to look. He could get arrested, your family could find out.
But it’s been too long of a wait for this taboo coupling for him to let something so trivial deter him from this. From you.
He’d like to hold off in favour of extending your pleasure. He’d like to see you cum and make a mess of his cock before he fills you to the brim with his creamy load. He’d like to see your pussy twitch and struggle to hold in his kids after he fucks them into you.
But he’s just a man, after all.
He doesn’t care if you cum anymore. He did, but this is for him. His heavy tip rocks repeatedly into your sweet spot and your raucous moans are bound to catch attention sooner or later. He’d love to stifle you in some matter, whether by covering your mouth or shoving his cock down your throat. But he can’t. His hands are still filled as one remains wrapped around your hair and the other keeps a bruising grasp on your hip.
He wants to tell you to shut up, he wants to tell you you’re being too loud and you’re soon to be spotted. But he can’t, he’s proud of you. Your pussy begins to suck him in and pulses around his thickness.
He chuckles and further fuels your shame as your pussy begins to gush from the pressure. Clear liquid jets out of you, dousing his cock, your shorts and his leather seats as you cum from the staggering sensation of being ploughed by your very own uncle.
The sight has him gritting his teeth as he uses your quivering cunt to reach his own satisfaction. His head falls back as he spurts stream after stream of viscous white cum into your womb. The warmth makes you hum contently, giggling as his movements slow, still determined to fuck his seed deep into you. He doesn’t even want to pull out, but the chill of the night air brings him to his senses.
You’ve been lucky to get away with this.
He pulls out, admiring the sight of his sperm dripping down into your shorts as he tucks himself away.
Your body is tired, but you find the strength to pull up your now soiled shorts before slowing making your way back to the passenger seat. You sigh, taking a few deep breaths as you contemplate what just happened.
“You look tired.” your uncle says casually as he starts up the car.
He’s right. You look at yourself in the mirror before you fold it back up, too disgusted with yourself to even look at how dishevelled and smeared your perfectly applied makeup has become. It’s all ruined. There’s no point in seeing Megumi, now. As excited as you were, you can’t go like this. You can’t let him see you like this.
Whenever you see someone walk by as your uncle drives you home, you can’t help but think they know. When your car stops at a red light, you think the people in the car beside you know. If you go and see Megumi tonight…
He’ll know.
YOU: sorry Megs, can we reschedule? My uncle just got to town x
MEGUMI: of course. don’t worry about it, have fun with your uncle x
He reads your messages out of the corner of his eye, and does all he can to supress the satisfied smirk desperate to break out across his face. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife, he understands. You did something wrong. But that isn’t why it’s so quiet.
You’re quiet, and uncomfortable, because you liked it.
You can’t make eye contact with him, because you liked it.
And you can’t talk to him normally, because you want to do it again.
Your body language tells him all he needs to know. He’ll be in town for as long as you need to wrap your head around this. As long as you need to confess how desperately you desire him once more. It’ll only be one more time. Every time you tell him, beg him, crave him to make you feel good again, you’ll say it’s the last time.
But that one last time will never come.
Poor Megumi, he has no idea just how much fun your uncle intends to have with you.
TW: Jealous behaviour, possessiveness, foul language, belittling, manipulative behaviour. Threat, kidnapping. (They're primarchs, they can be pretty scary!) Sexual references but no sexual content.
Expect some Yandere primarchs!
A/N: some primarchs would handle a break up well, others...... not so much. Just thoughts id have a play around.
honestly I think my writings been a bit meh at the moment, just trying to get back into it
Lion El'jonson
Lion watched you with narrowed eyes, standing between you and the door with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
"You are not doing this"
You scoffed, hefting your bag on your shoulder.
"I absolutely am doing this. and you cant stop me"
He stepped forwards, gripping your wrist and hauling you towards him until your were pressed flush against him. His other hand tilted your jaw up towards his face, forcing you to meet his scowl.
"You are not leaving" he snarled. "You are mine. You wanted this"
"And now I don't. Now let me go Lion"
Lion growled, a deep rumble reverbing through his chest. HIs grip tightened on your arm and your face.
"No. Tell me why."
Rolling your eyes and grimacing, you jerked your chin, pulling yourself free and staggering back a few paces. Lifting your hand, you began using your fingers to listed off your reasons
"You're stubborn, you're arrogant. You always have to be right-"
"I am right. And I'm right about this" he cut you off with a wave of his hand. "I'm not letting you go. But that doesn't matter. because you don't want to leave"
Exasperated you threw your hands up in the air and hufffed.
"Lion what are you-"
He was on you in a split second, lifting you and tossing you back onto the bed. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and came face to face with him leant over you.
"You clearly just need to be reminded of who you belong to" He muttered, placing his lips to your throat and working his way upwards. "Isn't that right"
You groaned, tangling your hands into his hair and loosing yourself in the kiss.
Fulgrim
One more night wouldnt hurt
Right?
"You cannot be serious"
Fulgrim glared down at you, fury etched across his face. You refused to meet his eye, choosing to keep your gaze locked onto your bag, tossing in the bare essentials.
"What has brought this on?"
"You never have time for me, Fulgrim"
"You knew what you were getting into"
The bite in his voice had you stalling. The usual sweetness in his tone gone and replaced with anger and bitterness.
"I did. I thought I could handle it"
He took the bag from your hand and tossed it aside, kneeling before you and taking your hands in his own.
"You don't understand what you're doing" He whispered.
You brushed your hand over his face, flipping a long strand of silver hair over his shoulder.
"This is how it has to be"
You turned to leave, feeling a vice grip on your upper arm.
"No" his voice low and dangerous rumbled through you. "We are perfect together. I wont let you ruin in"
Perturabo
You hammered your fist against the iron walls, kicking and screaming into every corner of your cell. You flipped over the small nightstand, ripped the sheets off the bed and shrieked into the air.
"Perturabo, you cant do this!"
No reply.
"Perturabo I know you can hear me!"
A door hissed open to your right, revealing the primarch. He stood seething in the doorway, arms crossed and scowling.
"You cant keep me here forever" you barked, storming up to his and glaring. "You have to let me go"
"No."
His reply was curt, his voice terse with a bite to the edges.
"You attempted to leave" Stepping towards you his eyes flashed in the dim light. "You promised me forever then tried to leave"
"You killed them all" you whispered, voice breaking. "Olympia is gone, you sister is gone and you-"
"Yes" he growled, grabbing your cheeks and twisting your face up towards him. "They are dead, you live by my grace alone. Remember that"
He turned to leave, slipping out through the door and glaring at you. "You loved me once, when you remember that, we can talk"
AS the door sealed shut behind him with a pneumatic his, Perturabo inhaled deeply, before slamming his fist into the wall, denting the metal with a ringing thud.
"They'll remember" he snarled, pulling his hand back and flexing his fist. "They'll remember"
Jaghatai khan
The roar of an engine hummed, growing louder and louder as you jogged across the open plains, searching for any place to hide. Steadily the hum turned into a roar, motes of of dust flying into the air behind you.
You lungs ached and your muscles screamed, begging for you to rest, but still you pressed on, towards the horizon as the sun began to dip low, casting red streaks across the sky.
A strong arm hooked around your waist, lifting you into the air and knocking the wind from you. The jet bike vibrated beneath your chest as you were dropped across the chassis like a hunters prize. The bike gradually slowed and you struggled to sit, slipping down the metal finding yourself straddling the rider.
Jaghatai looked down at you curiously, your hands pressed to his chest to keepyosuelf from slipping any further towards him.
"This is foolish" He said quietly, releasing the hand of the bike and sitting upright. "Its dangerous out here"
"I didn't want to take up any more of your time" you replied curtly.
He sighed, wiping his hands on his trousers before reaching for your face.
"Come back with me to Quan Zhou. We can talk about this"
"There's nothing to talk about. In case you havent noticed, Khan. You are not a talker."
"One night. If you decide you want to leave, you can find a ship in the morning, rather than trekking across chogoris"
He stared at you, stern eyes burning into you and you groaned, slouching. You wrapped your arms around his waist.
"I'm leaving in the morning."
The bike rumbled into life and screeched as he turned it back towards the dazzling city.
"Of course you are"
Leman Russ
Snow crunched beneath your feet. stark and fresh, you sunk up to your knees in the frozen drifts, struggling against the bitter wind. Glancing back over your shoulder, the light of the Aett flickered faintly through the thick branches of the the forest, casting the faintest of light into the star blanketed sky.
Snap
You turned at the noise, breaths coming in short busts and hanging in the air in a frozen cloud before dissipating into the night. You turned on the spot, peering through the shadows beneath the towering trees, desperately trying to find your path again.
"Little wolf, where are you going?"
Lemans voice rang clear through the dense wood, echoing around before dissipating. You spun towards the noise, instantly loosing your sense of direction all over again.
"I'm leaving, Leman" you called back, struggling to calm the shake in your voice.
"Oh are you?"
Bright eyes appeared briefly, reflecting the shallow moonlight before you were barrelled over, spinning and rolling through the snow. You found yourself pinned, your arms held above your head and another hand on your hip.
"And where will you go?" his lips brushed your ear, sharp canines trailing down your neck and lingering above your jugular. You could feel the wolf twitching, adrenaline pulsing through him from the hunt.
"Anywhere away from you" You whispered.
He chuckled, deep in his throat. "Oh little wolf, do I scare you?"
"Yes"
He paused at your tone. Pulling back his blue eyes searched your face with a frown, the amusement falling from him rapidly.
"You can leave" He replied carefully "I will not make you stay" The hand on your hip trailed to your thigh and he smirked.
"But I think you like being a little scared." he released you wrists, cupping your cheek. "Don't you,"
Rogal Dorn
"I want to be dropped at the next imperial world we pass. I will arrange passage back to Terra from there"
Rogal watched silently as you packed your bags, steely eyes staring into your back as you carefully explained how he; the praetorian, had failed.
"Its no ones fault."
That's not what he heard.
"Its ok" you continued. "I know you're busy. I'm not going to make you choose between me and your duty. This will be easier for both of us"
Easier for you perhaps.
You looked over your shoulder at him sadly, waiting for an answer, but clearly not expecting one.
"Although maybe it is a stretch to think you'd struggle with this at all."
Rogal cleared his throat, reaching for your cloak that hung by the bed. He gripped the material in his hands, feeling the warm fur he'd tanned himself brushing across his fingers. He held it out to you and you took it from him with a sigh.
Or tried.
HIs grip didn't slacken, only tightened with each tug you gave to the cape.
"Rogal, I-"
"I'd prefer you stay" he said curtly, finally finding the words. He withdrew the cloak, lifting it up out of your reach.
"Its a little too late now, Rogal. Please give me my coat"
Rogal tossed it aside, stepping forwards to tower over you.
"The next planet is weeks away. We have time"
He knelt before you, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder.
"I am... not an easy man to talk to" he began "I value actions, over words. Let me show you I can be more for you"
You stalled, sighing and crossing your arms with a soft shake of your head.
"Rogal its not-"
"Please"
The sincerity in his voice made you pause.
"Please. Let me try"
Konrad Kurze
"Do you think you can just leave" the voice hissed, following you down the darkened alley of Nostramo.
"Do you think you can lie to me, deceive me, and get away with it?"
"I didn't lie to you!" you cried, sprinting through a narrow gap and scraping your arm against the rough hewn wall of the derelict house. The air felt cold and thin, faint mist lingering on the breeze along with the coppery scent of old blood.
"Just leave me alone, I'm done!"
"Well I'm not done with you"
A shadow flashed in your vision and you veered, skidding around a corner with a despairing wail. You ran until your head swam and your legs began to buckle, followed by quiet whispers and the sound of taloned nails on stone.
You rounded the side of a crumbling building and froze, the sight before you leaving you weak.
3 men stood around a pile of bodies, bloody knives still in hand and sneers etched across their faces. One turned to you, gore still slick on his cheeks.
"Look here boys, we've got another friend to play with"
"No, please i-"
The group moved towards you, the bloodied man reaching for you with a maniacal grin and raised dagger. You closed your eyes, waiting to feel the bite of the blade and the cold grip of fingers on your throat.
Instead you heard a garbled choke, like someone coughing up water and a heavy thud.
Then silence.
Reluctantly you opened your eyes. The men lay dead at your feet, bodies broken and blood quickly pooling into the sodden ground. Kurze stood on the other side of the growing bloodstain, staring at you with dark eyes and a single fleck of scarlet ichor on his cheek.
"Konrad" you sobbed, legs finally giving way as you fell to your knees.
"Shh pretty think" He cooed, stepping over the bodied and squatting beside you. He ran a long thin finger along your cheek, collecting a tear and rubbing it between his finger and thumb.
"No one will hurt you. You're mine"
Sanguinius
"It isn't supposed to be this way"
Sanguinius watched, baffled as you emptied your draws into a duffle bag. This isn't how it ends, this cant be how it end.
"I cant be here, Sanguinius." You shoved a shirt into the bag, wrinkling the material in your haste. "Your astartes almost killed me. Its too much"
"No, he didn't, i would never let anything happen to you"
You turned to him, eyes wide and chest heaving.
"And when you're not here? When you're on another bloody crusade, what then?"
He didn't answer, reaching for you and hissing when you recoiled away from him. This isn't what he'd seen. you were his, his last light to keep him grounded as he headed towards his inevitable fate at the hands of his brother.
"I Love you, Sanguinius. But I cant stay" you crossed your arms over your chest, holding yourself tightly under the angels furious gaze.
"If you love me, please let me go"
The primarch cocked his head, thinking for a moment before his eyes hardened.
"Raldoron!"
"Yes Lord" The captain entered swiftly, slamming his hands to his chest in the aquilla.
"My companion is feeling unwell" Sanguinius said coldly, unresponsive to the increasing panic in your eyes. "They will remain confined to their quarters until I say. Am I clear"
"Of course, Sire"
Sanguinius walked towards the, bending low and brushing his lips to your ear as he passed.
"Don't worry, my love" he murmured. "I will keep you safe. And these thoughts of leaving will soon be gone"
He patted your shoulder and slipped past the captain, who simply stared at you though lifeless green eye lenses.
"Please Raldoron" you whispered.
The captain shifted slightly, his hand resting on the pommel of his combat knife.
"Take a seat. " he rumbled "All will be well."
Ferrus Manus
"No"
You halted, looking at the primarch in shock as he led you towards his workshop.
"What do you mean no"
You scrambled after him, struggling to catch up with is long stride that carried him swiftly towards his forge.
"No" he replied again, holding the door open for you as you followed him inside before snapping it shut and dragging a large bolt across to lock you in. "You are not leaving"
"You cant just decide that" you scoffed, pacing around him as he settled at the work bench.
"I can. And I have" The sound of metal on metal rang through the room, the necrodermis on his hands scratching across the object in his hand.
"Ferrus you're being ridiculous-"
"No" his chair fell back with a clang as he surged to his feet and stormed towards you. "You are being ridiculous. You are wasting my time with petty issues and moot points. I will hear no more of this. You are not leaving" He reached down, slipping a thin silver collar around your neck, it beeped and closed with a click.
"In case you get any more foolish ideas" he snarled, tapping the metal.
"You cant keep me here!" you barked back, scrabbling at the necklace. It beeped at the contact and the data slate on Ferrus' hip buzzed.
"Now I'll always know where you are" he smirked, silencing the tablet. "Try and leave. See where betrayal will lead you"
Angron
You shuddered as Angron flung another chair at the well, reducing it to splintered timber and frayed fabric.
He spun to you, the long cabling of the butchers nails swinging around his shoulders as he snarled and stormed towards you, easily tossing a desk through the air to clear his path.
"You cannot leave!" He bellowed, towering over you with wild eyes and clenched fists. "You cannot leave, i-"
He stuttered, doubling over and shaking his head. Staggering forward, he rested his hand on the wall, breathing heavily and struggling to bring himself back from the edge of madness.
"You cant go" he growled, between bellowing wheezes. "I need you here. I you you to-" He howled, collapsing to his knees and clutching his temples with both calloused hands. Snarling like a wounded animal, he fell onto his hands and knees, eyes and teeth gritted in pain.
"Angron please" you sobbed, pulling your knees to your chest "Please stop"
The primarch shuddered as another wave of pain wracked his body.
"Please" he groaned, blindly reaching for you "Please. You cant go. I need- The nails-"
Shaking you slid towards him, gently taking his hand and squeezing his fingers. He panted, sweat dripping from his forehead.
reluctantly you shimmied closer, placing your hands either side of his head and pulling his face up to look at you. At your touch, the shakes running though his body slowed and his muscles began to relax.
"Its ok" you whispered shakily "I'm here, I'm here"
Angron exhaled, visibly relaxing and slowly opened his eyes, the scream of the nails fading beneath the lull of your voice.
"You. Cannot. Go"
Roboute Guilliman.
"You are adamant on this?"
You shrugged, cupping your mug between your hands and sipping at the steaming liquid inside.
"It is not my first choice but needs must, as they say"
Guilliman peered at you over the rim of his glass, pragmatic as ever, but with a faint furrow in his brow. He sighed, pulling the glass away and turning it in his fingers, watching the liquid splash against the rim.
"And what needs are those"
His voice had an unfamiliar edge to it, one he had never taken with you and you paused, considering your words.
"You have a duty to the imperium as lord regent and it is clear to me that I am taking up time that is best used for other duties."
"And you feel you are in a position to make that decision for me?"
Guilliman placed his glass down with a sharp noise, a crack splitting glass along its crystalline surface. You faltered, seeing anger on the primarchs face.
"My time is finite and my duties expansive. If I choose to spend a little of that time with you to stop myself from going quite mad, the imperium will forgive me, am I clear"
You nodded, placing your own mug down softly and watching the wine slowly drip from Guilliman's cracked goblet. The table groaned quietly as Roboute lent forward, resting his elbows on the surface and locking his fingers together.
"Now tell me. Do you want to leave? Or can I expect to see you this evening as we had planned."
"I will wait you in our chambers, my Lord" you sighed, brushing a hand across your face.
"Very well. You may go"
You rose to your feet, stalling at the door to his office when he called after you.
"I know you meant to help. But don't ever do that again. If you were to leave-"
He shook his head and waved you off.
"I will see you tonight. that is all."
Mortarion
Mortarion squatted beside you and watched you shudder and gag, aches creeping into your body as Nurgles blessing spread through you.
"Please" you coughed, clutching your chest as pain blossomed through you.
"Its ok" he wheezed in a puff of toxic smoke, curling his pale fingers around your chin and tilting your head upwards. "Accept this and we can be together"
"No" you clawed at his hand, the colour draining from your face leaving you pallid and sweating. "Please Mortarion, I don't want this"
He laughed, releasing you and rocking back on his feet in glee.
"Oh little thing. Its not about what you want."
You tried to reply, tried to beg or please, but all you could do was choke as fluid filled your lungs.
"Don't worry" Mortarion soothed, running his hand over your head. "The pain will be over soon." He faltered, watching black liquid leak from your mouth and nose.
"Ah i see what the worry is. I will still find you beautiful my love. Nothing will ever change that"
"mor-t--"
Your body began to convulse, your bones creaking and snapping as your mouth stretched into a terrible sharp toothed grin.
"You wanted to leave" he whispered, watching your body writhe "But now, you'll be mine forever"
Magnus
Your eyes were wide and bright, purple light flashing in your pupils and a soft, carefree smile played gently across your face. You were seated on Magnus' lap, leaning back leisurely on his broad chest and staring absentmindedly at the large book in his hands.
"Are you comfortable, my dear?"
Your head bobbed slowly up and down and when you replied, your voice sounded far away.
"Yes Magnus, very comfortable"
He chuckled darkly and flipped to another page, clawed feet stretched out across the chaise and iridescent wings sprawled behind him, draping across the floor.
"Have we changed our mind yet? shall we see?"
He clicked his finger and you slumped, like the wind had been take out of you. Groggily you sat up and rubbed your eyes, blinking around the study in confusion. You jumped to your feet suddenly as memories flooded back to you.
"Magnus? where am I? what are you doing?" you stuttered to a stop, taking in his daemonic form. "Magnus.. what.."
you staggered backwards, shaking your head, eyes now fearful and panicked.
"Please, please let me go i want to go home"
"oh my dear" the primarch drawled, setting his book down and swinging his legs onto the floor. "You are home, remember? You're mine"
I don't want this, I want-"
Magnus clicked his fingers and your shoulders sagged, eyes softened as the purple light danced through you again, showing visions of a time long gone, when magnus had courted you beneath the shadow of Tzicas pyramids.
"Never mind" he sighed "We'll try again later"
Horus Lupercal
"Let me go. Now"
Horus sneered at you, stepping towards you and forcing you to step back until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards. He slammed his lightning claw into the bed beside your head, tearing through the fabric and mattress in an explosion of feathers
"Oh? do you not love your lord husband anymore"
You glared back, not recognising the man you had loved.
"You are not that man any more, Horus"
"No" he laughed. "I am so much more"
His free hand trailed up your thigh, pausing at your hip.
"Why do you want to leave? do I not give you everything you desire" he mused, voice husky as he bent down closer. "are you not... satisfied?"
Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers trailed suggestively over your stomach.
"You killed them all" you whispered back, tears pricking your eyes. "At Istvaan, you did that"
Horus snorted, dancing his fingers higher up your stomach towards your chest and then to your throat.
"People die" he chuffed "But us? We will live forever"
"I don't want that. Not with you. You are not Horus"
The warmaster recoiled like he'd been slapped.
"Have it your way" He snarled, stepping away and swing the door open.
"Abaddon!"
The first captain appeared at the door, already glowering at you with barely hidden disdain.
"Yes, Warmaster"
"See that my Beloved does not leave their chambers without my express permission"
Ezekyle nodded, palming his bolter.
"With pleasure"
Horus cast a last frustrated look at you as he made to leave.
"Maybe you need time to accept the new order. Maybe you are simply weak. But let me make it very clear. You cannot leave."
Lorgar
Lorgar stared a the handwritten note left on the bed, the ink still wet and tacky on the page. The words were written with great care, the letters curling and twisting in beautiful caligraphy.
But the words themselves were bitter, vile things.
"Kor!"
He was too forward, came on too fast, too intense. You needed space to revaluate, but you didn't want to hurt him.
Well that last part was a lie.
Lorgar was on his feet, striding towards the door with a rising fury in his throat. Phaeron barrelled though the door, almost ploughing into the primarch in his haste.
"Lorgar, what-" He paused as the word bearer shoved the letter under his nose, snorting and huffing with something between rage and grief.
"They cannot be allowed to leave " He hissed at the captain "I want them back"
The astartes mused over the letter a second time, carefully handing it back to the primarch.
"Lorgar, perhaps it is best if we take this as an opportunity. their Prescence-"
The primarch twisted, kicking a chair over and sending it spinning acrsss the room. His face contorted, warping the tattoos along his cheeks and brow.
"I want them BACK" He barked, jabbing his adoptive father in the chest. "Whatever means necessary i want them returned to my quarters, alive"
Kor grimaced and dropped into a bow.
"Of course"
He turned on his heels and stormed off, listening to the primarch drop into prayers for his consorts safe return to a god that neither listened nor cared.
"Any means necessary" he sneered, checking the the rounds in his bolter.
"Any means"
Vulkan
Vulkan observed you quietly, helping you collect your items that lay scattered around your shared room on the flamewrought. You gathered shirts, trousers and various odds from around the room, mulling some of them over before tossing them aside.
"I wish you would reconsider" he sighed, handing you a shirt.
You took it from him gratefully, balling it up and stuffing into your satchel.
"I know. But i cant. With the imperium at war, i cant be a distraction for you." you brushed his hand gently "If they were to find me, they could use me against you. Besides, i don't want an angry traitor chasing me down to get to you. Its easier to end things now"
"You would be safer staying here"
"We would both be safer if I was far away from you, Vulkan"
The primarch handed you a bangle and you hesitated before taking it from him. Delicately wrought in gold, the bangle twisted with drakes chasing brilliant rubies and emeralds set deep into the metal. You turned it, admiring the way it glinted in the light.
"please reconsider" Vulkan knelt, slipping the bangle over your wrist and clutching your hand. You looked at each other in silence, the weight of the bracelet getting heavier by the second and the grip from his warm hand getting stronger.
"Please?"
Corvus Corax
You walked through the street, hurrying with the last few stragglers to make it home before darkness settled over the city. Rain drizzled from the darkening sky, slowly turning into thick heavy drops that saturated your shirt and drenched you down to your skin. The streetlights flickered and spluttered, igniting as darkeness settled over the hive city and windows began slamming shut.
You shuffled along the cracked road, hood pulled tight around your head to shelter you from the rain. You stuck to the shadow of towering buildings and dreary alleyways, trying to shake off the feeling that something was following you.
No matter how many times you spun, took winding twists and turn, you still felt eyes on your back. The sky continued to darken, soon leaving you wondering the city alone in the pitch black of twilight.
"You shouldn't be out here"
You jumped at the voice, panicking you ran forward, slamming into a wall of warm muscle. A heavy hand steadied you and you finally recognised the man before you.
"Corvus? What are you doing here?"
The raven said nothing, gripping you face in both hands and turning it side to side, his thumb sliding over a small graze on your cheek.
"When you said you were leaving, I didn't think you were serious"
You shrugged his hand off you and clutched your sodden coat around you like a blanket, the fabric squelching beneath your fingers.
"We hardly see each other I'm surprised you even noticed I was gone"
Corvus frowned, cocking his head to side and watching you shuffle way like a bird of prey.
"You left, because you never see me?"
"Is that so surprising"
He shrugged, rolling his broad shoulders.
"No one has ever complained about not seeing me before"
"I...dont know how to respond to that"
His eyes narrowed and he reached for you again, slowly and carefully like he was afraid you would run, or break.
"You shouldn't be out here" he repeated again carefully " Return with me now and we can discuss this"
You shook your head stubbornly.
"No, im not going back just for you to van-HEY"
Corvus swept you up and slung you over his shoulder, quickly barrelling through the streets with practiced ease.
"Corvus put me down"
"you wanted to see me more. I am simply fulfilling your wishes"
Alpharius/Omegon
"You cannot keep me here"
"Then leave."
Alpharius smirked as you scoffed and stormed down the hall away from him, steps echoing around the metal hull.
"What an ass" you seethed, turning right and barrelling straight into
"Alpharius? What, but how? you were-"
The primarch laughed at your confusion, eyes bright and mirthful as he watched you stagger back.
"What's the matter" he mused, reaching out for you "I thought you wanted to leave and yet here you are running right back into my arms"
"Oh leave me alone"
He calmed slightly, raising his palms placatingly.
"I'm sorry. Please come back, lets talk about it"
"You're always like this" you yelled, exasperated. "Its like I'm dealing with two different people. First you tell me to leave, now your asking me to stay, I'm done!"
Turning on your heels, you took off again, checking over your shoulder to see him still standing in the hallway with his hands up in surrender.
"Jerk. I'm done, I'm over this" you paced forward, intent on finding the nearest thunder hawk and learning to pilot it to the nearest planet.
"Going somewhere?"
Alpharius stepped out from a side corridor, catching you in his arms and spinning you as your shreiked.
"HOW?! HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS" you howled, scrabbling at his arms to free yourself.
"You just cant stay away can you" he muttered against your ear. "I thought I told you to leave"
"5 minutes ago you asked me to stay!" you slid from his grip, landing with a thud that jarred your knees. Alpharius cocked his head with a grin.
"I didnt say that"
"I did"
you whirled, seeing Alpharius standing behind you.
and in front of you.
"Omegon, you're confusing them"
You felt dizzy, your head swimming as the twins crowded you up against the cold steel of the ships walls.
"You broke up with me" Alpharius purred, tilting your chin up.
"But what about me" Omegon laughed, running his hand over your cheek.
Saying im in a polycule when your boss asked why so many ppl is visiting you at work is literally the worst possible response
Now whenever you hang out with one of the characters, they will act obnoxiously affectionate, and when you ask them why they're acting like that, they'll just hit you with-
"because we're in a relationship are we not? A polycule is a relationship after all!!"
Digging your own grave fr fr, should've answered-
"I don't know boss, ask them not me, they're the ones visiting me."
(these characters DEFINITELY watch your every move)
Remember when I said that people viewed Reader as a hoe before the misunderstanding of a polycule-?
If you think being in a polycule is worse, than imagine your reputation on the line because you didn’t say anything about being in a ‘polycule’, even a mention of cheating and everyone is viewing Reader like they are meant for the slums than be treated as a decent human being.
People whispering about you, giving you looks, either jealous or looking down at you and laughing about you in their private group. People outright are bold enough to refuse anything for a cheater, remember society is based HEAVILY on reputation. And that meant you could possibly be kicked out of your job.
So it was either thou in the cobblestones or being ‘companion’ in a whole group of people you didn’t know. One is literally worse than the yanderes, and that is people being cruel to those that ‘cheat’.
So imagine you trying to rack your brain, wondering why people are looking at you strangely, a guy even tried to approach you as ‘easy’ hook up during your working hours, even some of your friends are confronting you while you’re silent, almost afraid of going to work.
So when you say that you are in a polycule, everything seems to stop, people’s glares lightened up, apologetic yet you know that they are still judging you for your ‘lifestyle’. Your friends are really the only few that apologize for confronting you, they really feel bad about making you forced out of the closet.
But onto some more lighthearted stuff about the possibility.
Just imagine Kon visiting you at work, being affectionate, holding your hand and technically not being inappropriate, you are just confused, wondering why the pharmacist showed up at your job and he says,’Oh we are in a polycule, right?’ Your body stiffened as the colleagues around you stared at you, wondering or being suspicious before you just nod, squeezing his hand so you could get the haters off your back.
Like could you imagine after not knowing someone, claim you are in a polycule to save face, and suddenly you see all of these attractive guys and women and suddenly your neuron is tuned in IMMEDIATELY, like could you imagine being like ‘Oh no! I’m probably going to have to break it to them!-‘ one look at the 6 or even Anjo Nala and you are like,’…..Maybe we CAN work something out….’
Lol- imagine introducing them to your family, could you imagine thanksgiving, just suddenly everyone is arguing after Ri rage baited your cousins so hard, Luocha has just rejected your aunt from trying to hit on him, Anjo Nala just serving herself a plate while Gallagher is trying to nab the turkey, and Ri ends up rage baiting so hard that your uncle nearly jumped across the table, safe to say that only your grandparents approved because they adore Gepard and Tooth fairy. You might suspect that your grandma and grandpa have a crush on Shamane.
Your Aunt when she sees you with another man (she wasn’t told of the polycule):
Hi! So basically I got so excited about how well you wrote my F,MC having a Male Bestie request, that my brain immediately thought up a sequel of sorts!
So pretty much what I thought was that while MC is staying in the human world She, Her Bestie and them end up having some food in her apartment, They end up really enjoying it and compliment MC on her cooking however MC then clarifies that it was actually Her Bestie who cooked it.
So how do you think they’d react to their perceived rival being a good cook?
I hope this is interesting enough for you to write.
This is a semi- continuation to THIS request
TWs: jealousy, unhealthily so
THE BROTHERS reacting to MCs Male BF cooking
Lucifer
"Hm... I must give praise where praise is due... good job."
Lucifer's reluctance saying those words is evident, very evident. He would've preferred it if it came from you, especially since it would've given him an excuse to invite you to cook with him, perhaps over a bottle of wine or demonus... alas, God has once again crossed his plans. With grace, he throws jabs at your friend that could easily be covered up as his personality. Lucifer is petty.
Mammon
"Ain't no way a dude's gonna cook this good!"
Refuses to believe it while simultaneously scooting his chair closer to you. Will start finding the randomnest critique points while shoveling forks full of food in his mouth. Things like 'the oregano isn't green enough' or 'the color of the plate doesn't match the color of the sauce' flow out of his mouth. He loves it, it tastes great, but he'll be damned to give your bestie that compliment in earnest.
Leviathan
"Oh so you're not just the best friend but also the personal chef?"
EN-VI-OUS! This guy makes you laugh, knows your darkest secrets, has probably seen you change and now, it turns out, can also cook good food? He's like Mr. Perfect and that makes Levi grit his teeth and clench his fork so hard, it quite literally bends the metal. His mind is a mixture of wanting to drown the guy and thinking of how he can be good at these things, too, so he may direct your attention from your bestie to himself.
Satan
"Oh, really? Do give me your recipe some time... or rather, let's cook together next time, I want to get it just right."
Manipulative little shit. He'll butter up to your bestie and become HIS best friend under the disguise of perhaps poisoning him or at least finding out enough about you so that he may have you running straight into his arms. No way will he let a little human get in the way of what he wants and what he wants is you. You'll see, he's the better choice.
Asmodeus
"It's nearly perfect, you know!"
He doesn't have anything against you having a male best friend per se, he just wants to be your number one in everything and there just isn't enough space on the best friend throne, you know? He is Asmodeus, for crying out loud and he'll make sure you're not moaning around that fork again any time soon. He'll take cooking classes with you, seduce you with chocolate and sweets and have you nice and honeyed against his naked body before you know it.
Beelzebub
"Hmpf... good."
Suddenly, none of those compliments he gave mean anything anymore. It IS good food and he will continue to eat it, but he's also suddenly closer at your side, his hand reaching under the table to place a possessive hand on your thigh while he silently glares at your bestie. He's no fool, the Avatar of Gluttony knows that food is the way to someone's heart and he's determined to reach your heart first, no matter how good your best friend is.
Belphegor
"Really? It kind of tastes like this poison I tried once..."
You know Belphie, you know he's a demon and you know he's a little shit. Suddenly, he's talking, a lot. He talks about every and any crazy story he can think of concerning food, making it as unappetizing as possible. In the end, only Beel is still eating at the table and Belphie's eyes are full of mischief, knowing he got under your bestie's skin. So much so, that the poor guy is suddenly thinking he did poison the food himself...
