#ocs x reader

Sarvak the tiny World Eater and Saveth the Night Lord were curled around one another. The two always fighting and teasing but it seems in their sleep they forgive one another. Snuggling close like twin brothers, but you know they will pull apart and hiss at one another when they awaken. That is more so amusing.

Scarab the Thousand Son seems to be in a strange, otherworldly hover. His armored form crisscrossed but still hovering you're bedding as if meditating. You’re surprised you don’t question the possibilities of this marine. To be curious of how he’s doing that, but you think that would be like messing with a Ouija Board. You might get cursed or something kin to that. You just… leave him be with the way he sleeps.

Atheloca the Death Guard, perhaps the sweetest one of the group is already awake. Always awakening when you do, giving you a hallow stare with that helmet of his but the sounds he makes too are of the latter. He always tries to sway you to sleep longer so he could snuggle close into your warmth once more. His sounds almost sad-like while he purrs up at you, and honestly? You’re not sure if you’ll want to go to work this morning.

Perhaps you can make an excuse? Get a doctor’s note from the apothecary… but knowing some apothecaries? They would rather let you work to death unless it affects a marine. Maybe you could say the little marines are not sleeping well? Ah, but apothecaries are much more keen than regular human doctors… hmm.

You must have zoned out for a moment as a second alarm spooks you out of it. Your reaction like a car jumping to the ceiling. Of course, you didn’t but it did spook the rest of the marines awake. Growls and hisses leaving every single one of them, expecting something to be dangerous but no. It was just you getting spooked by the alarm.

“Sorry.” You apologize softly, your hand coming down to steady and pat every single blue, red and green armor that has rolled further into your lap like your lap was a doodlebug awaiting. “Didn’t mean to frighten.”

Sarvak grumbles and huffs at you, more focused on putting his anger on Saveth who hisses and chirps at him like a frightened bat. Scarab says nothing but he does stop his strange hovering. He’s now standing on your knee looking up at you with disdain or curiosity. You’re unsure.

Atheloca, again, is awake from the first alarm. Rumbling up at you, grasping on of your fingers that tries to soothe them all. His helm hollow yet his moment says otherwise.

“I should get to work.” You sigh, trying to move your hand away from Atheloca but it seems as if he doesn’t want to let you go. A low but rather cute warning sound coming from him as he pulls your finger back to him as if to say ‘Stay.’

“Cute.” A sound of tired amusement comes from you as you shake your head. Perhaps he knows that you’re not getting enough sleep yourself? Perhaps he knows you don’t like your job? You don’t know what goes down through their tiny minds, but you do know that you care for them. They are not to be disregarded. You’ll be damned to have your bones crushed by a brother World Eater, a psycho mind from a Thousand Son, a rotten body from a Death Guard or your skin being flayed by a Night Lord. You were tasked to protect them, feed them… You wouldn’t want to risk angering Astartes than your work.

“I need to make money to live.” You coo softly down at them. Trying to convince them (and yourself) that it’s how it’s going to go. Your fingers gently patting the top of their helms to try and soothe them once more.

Yet Atheloca isn’t having it. Neither is the rest of them.

All of them are chirping and growling at you. Telling you off, surely, but you can’t understand any of their words. They all just sound like a flock of Finches or Budgies to you, and it didn’t help that you could imagine them with angry fluffed up fathers too. It was cute but slightly annoying…

“It’s how we humans live.” You sigh, shaking your head at them as if disappointed in them. “Work, eat, sleep, repeat. It’s what the working class does.”

They didn’t seem at all pleased with that answer. You could feel their gaze turning into a ticklish fire and you can’t help that twitch of a smile. You know, the one where your parents think you’re lying but you’re not? You just somehow find it funny?

Oh, but they don’t think it’s funny.

A deep sigh leaves your lips when they seem to have a collective thought to give you their best pouting performance you could ever see from them. Saveth and Atheloca don’t hesitate to be vocal and give you their heart-breaking cries while Sarvak and Scarab don’t even look at you as if you killed their trust.

Oh, damn it all.

You scoop them all up and into your arms. Their surprised squeaks feeling very amusing to you as you lay back down on your back. Letting tiny marines to settle on your chest. Your hand coming up to slightly cup them to protect them from an imaginary threat.

“You’re lucky.” You scoff, pretending to be angry. Your eyes looking them over one by one. “Lucky that you’re all cute and stubborn… You win this round.”

Sarvak chuffs back out you, seemingly not liking to be called cute but you do see him perk up at another challenge… Scarab doesn’t do much but settles back into his hovering, meditating state. Though it definitely feels as if he’s more relaxed than usual. Saveth doesn’t hesitate to curl right up to you, and neither does Atheloca. The little love bugs you sometimes tease them with. They don’t know what ‘love bug’ means but tilt tone sounds attentive.

Gosh, you’re so lucky you get paid handsomely to keep them alive.

“@kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.”

“Me?” You blink repeatedly, shuffling backwards the closer she leans in. “I mean, I just don’t think I’m the right person for the job. If it makes people happy, then I support it, but deep down, I worry I’d feel like I’m exploiting someone’s feelings just for a few extra bucks. Morally speaking, I’m not so sure I like the idea…” 

“It’s not exploitation,” she insists. “People know what they’re signing up for. At the end of the day, it’s a buyer-seller relationship. Someone pays for the service being advertised, and they receive it. As long as you’re not ambiguous about what you’re willing to do for the amount that you’re charging, people know what to expect. Of course, I’m sure there might be the occasional asshole here and there, but if they do anything inappropriate or violate the terms, you can report them through the app and they’ll be banned from using it.” 

You’re not quite sure how to respond to that. Some extra money would be nice. You’re a university student with all sorts of loans, so it’s not like you’ve got excess cash lying around. And it’s also true that you’ve been looking to apply for a new job lately, since your old manager was a total ass and you ended up quitting. 

Still. A girlfriend-for-hire? Someone like you? It’s just really difficult to imagine. 

“I actually think it’d be a good experience,” Ava goes on. “You’ve never really put yourself out there before. I know everyone dates at their own pace and stuff, but you shouldn’t have to be afraid. Who knows? Maybe you’ll meet some cool people and want to date them for real. And even if you don’t end up going for them, you still make some money, so either way, you’ve got nothing to lose.”

You chuckle weakly. “Yeah, I just don’t know. I feel like I’m better suited for traditional jobs. But thanks for the vote of confidence. I’m glad you think people would actually be willing to pay to date me.” 

“Girl, you seriously need to believe in yourself more,” Ava sighs. “I’m telling you, you’re a catch. But at the end of the day, it’s your call. You shouldn’t force yourself into anything if you feel uncomfortable.”

You smile and nod in agreement, and sensing your discomfort, Ava decides to change the topic.

But for some reason, you feel a twinge in your chest, and it’s hard to keep your mind from wandering.

Later that same day, you’re lounging on the couch, mouth agape, having just downloaded the app on your own phone. 

“What the hell am I doing…?” 

You tell yourself that it’s just simple curiosity. Yeah. That’s all it is. Ava piqued your interest earlier, and now you just want to scroll through in more detail to get a better sense of what kind of people use this platform. 

The app is called ‘Partner For Hire’. The name isn’t particularly inspired, you have to admit, but you suppose it communicates its point rather effectively and leaves no room for ambiguity. Ultimately, this is a transactional relationship, and it’s probably for the best that clients know what to expect. 

You can use the app as either a buyer or seller. Meaning that you can create your profile and advertise your services, or simply list yourself as a prospective client and what your hobbies and interests are. In that sense, it’s kind of similar to most dating apps, since you have to take a flattering photo to go along with whatever blurb you’re providing. Of course, just because you try to solicit someone’s services doesn’t mean there’s any guarantee they’ll accept. This is an app where you can run everything yourself, and of course the company takes a cut of your profits, rather than an agency that matches you with a client regardless of whether you want to accept the job or not. 

There’s definitely a lot of flexibility, and you can easily choose who you want to pretend to date. If someone is interested in hiring you, they submit a request to be able to contact you, and once you accept, you can message them directly and establish the terms of the dating contract, such as the length and what particular services will be provided. 

You scroll through the list of boyfriends/girlfriends being advertised on the app, and honestly, it seems like there’s a decent amount of money to be made. Of course, a lot of that comes with building a good reputation and improving your ratings and visibility so more people will want to hire you, but it actually seems like a decent amount of people are able to make a living off this sort of thing. 

You bite down on your lower lip. Should you really go ahead and just do it? Like Ava said, there’s probably not much to lose. All the transactions are managed on the app, so you can easily report people who try to skip out on paying. Clients have to link their banking and personal info, so they’d be taking on a big risk by trying to scam people. You’re sure it might happen from time to time, but based on the reviews you’ve read, the company is really good at enforcing their policies and making sure everyone gets paid.

The money seems good, and it would definitely help take some pressure off your student loans, but ultimately, the biggest thing you’re struggling with is your moral compass.

People are willing to spend money for this kind of thing, and that’s entirely their choice to make, so it’s not like you’re extorting them or anything. Still… you wonder if it’s actually okay to profit off of someone else’s loneliness. You’ve never worked the kind of job that requires you to cater directly to another person’s emotions, and it kind of freaks you out.

But maybe Ava is right. There are all sorts of people in this world. Maybe some of them are just curious to try the app out. Maybe others just want to get their families off their back by pretending like they’re dating someone for a little while. There’s no way to discern everyone’s motivations, so perhaps there’s really no point in thinking about it at all. 

Most importantly, this could be a good thing for you. Life has been stagnant recently, and it’s true that you usually hesitate to put yourself out there. You’ll never learn what you do or don’t like if you keep on avoiding everything. This could be a chance to learn a lot about other people, but also, to learn more about yourself. 

Yeah. It’s time to stop overthinking for a change and just try something new. 

Thus, feeling unusually determined, you spend the rest of the day setting up your profile (finding nice selfies was the longest part of the whole ordeal), and with a resolved huff, you post it and officially go live on the app. 

You’re not really sure what you were expecting, but needless to say, there isn’t any immediate feedback. It probably takes a while for people to stumble across your profile, and even then, there’s no guarantee they’ll want to go out with you. 

I guess I was getting worked up for no reason. Certain people might find success with this kind of thing, but it’s probably not as easy as it looks. 

You scratch your cheek, suddenly sheepish over how needlessly excited you got earlier. You’re not used to stepping out of your comfort zone, so you must have gotten a bit carried away. 

For the rest of the evening, you set your phone aside and come back to reality. You get some homework done, make dinner, and by the time you’re ready for bed, you’ve pretty much forgotten about the whole thing altogether. 

That is, until you check and see that you’ve missed a notification.

“Huh? Someone viewed my profile and wants to message me?”

You’re undeniably taken aback. Not just because it’s happening a lot sooner than you expected, but also because it means that contrary to what you first thought, people are interested in you. 

Having minimal experience when it comes to dating and romance in general, you have to admit, the thought of being viewed as desirable is immensely flattering. 

Curious to see who wants to hire your services, you click on the user’s profile.

His name is Isaac, and he’s twenty-one years old, set to complete his undergraduate studies at the end of the year. He goes to a different university than yours, thankfully, because you can’t help but feel like it would be incredibly awkward to bump into him on campus after pretending to be his girlfriend. He’s studying to become a doctor, which means he’s still got a lot of school ahead of him, but you’ve always had a lot of admiration for people who are willing to commit to their goals and work hard. 

Also, even though you don’t want to sound shallow or anything… he’s really, really attractive. 

You frown. Granted, there’s more to a person than their appearance, but based on how he comes across in his profile and what his future career is, he doesn’t strike you as the type of person who would struggle to date someone.

But again, you can never know what’s going on in a stranger’s life. And there’s no real way to find out why he decided to join the app.

Apart from speaking to him directly, of course. 

[𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬?]

>>[𝐘𝐄𝐒]

After a momentary delay, the screen loads into a messaging interface, allowing you to see what Isaac sent you and respond to him directly.  

You stare at the messages without blinking, just taking it all in. So, there really are people like him out there, who use these apps for reasons other than seeking companionship. It sounds like he’s not too interested in dating for real, but his parents are putting a lot of pressure on him, so he just wants an escape. Honestly, you can’t blame him for it. Your parents were overbearing for the better portion of your life—even now, as an adult—so you can understand just how suffocating it gets at times.

All of a sudden, you don’t feel too bad about accepting the job. It doesn’t feel like exploitation in the slightest. In fact, you’d be helping someone resolve a frustration situation, while getting paid in the process. It actually sounds like it could be rather fulfilling. 

More importantly, you decided to be more confident and try something new. You refuse to back out now. 

You stare at the messages without blinking, just taking it all in. So, there really are people like him out there, who use these apps for reasons other than seeking companionship. It sounds like he’s not too interested in dating for real, but his parents are putting a lot of pressure on him, so he just wants an escape. Honestly, you can’t blame him for it. Your parents were overbearing for the better portion of your life—even now, as an adult—so you can understand just how suffocating it gets at times. 

All of a sudden, you don’t feel too bad about accepting the job. It doesn’t feel like exploitation in the slightest. In fact, you’d be helping someone resolve a frustration situation, while getting paid in the process. It actually sounds like it could be rather fulfilling. 

More importantly, you decided to be more confident and try something new. You refuse to back out now. 

[𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]:

You’re admittedly a bit nervous, especially since you want to do a good job and avoid letting him down, but mostly, you’re feeling excited. All of this is uncharted territory for you, after all. Never in a million years would you have imagined taking on a job like this. 

And you really shouldn’t have.

You don’t know it yet, but this will be the cause of many, many regrets. 

Shit. I’m starting to have second thoughts. 

Even now, you still can’t believe you’re really going through with this. After talking to Isaac and ironing out the finer details, you agreed to join him for a family gathering and pose as his girlfriend. You expected for him to have quite a few requests, but luckily, he seems pretty laid back about the whole thing. The better portion of your conversation was spent on getting your stories straight so as not to incur any suspicion, and since you’ve always been a good student and a hard worker, you promptly memorized everything there was to know. 

And now, it’s finally time to put this plan in motion. 

“Hey,” Isaac greets. “[Name], right?”

It’s the evening, since his parents are hosting a dinner party. The event is supposed to be pretty casual, but you still dressed up semi-formal in the hopes of making a good impression. He never explicitly mentioned how strict his parents are, but since they’ve been on his case about getting a girlfriend, it never hurts to go the extra mile. 

"Hi, Isaac,” you smile. “It’s so nice to meet you.” 

“You, too,” he nods. He’s considerably taller than you, and every bit as handsome as his picture suggested. Unless his personality is god-awful (which you probably would’ve picked up on after messaging him for so long), you’ve got a good feeling that most girls would be interested in him.

Still, everyone is different. He might have really high standards, or maybe he wants to focus on his studies, or perhaps it’s just a case of having never met the right person. Whatever the reason may be, his parents shouldn’t be pressuring him to date someone, and if you have the means to help him out, you’ll happily do it. 

“You look really nice,” Isaac says. He tilts his head to the side. “I hope you didn’t feel like you had to dress up to impress anyone. The most important part is that they believe I’m seeing someone so that they finally ease up a bit.” 

“Oh, I just did this for my own peace of mind,” you reassure. “I made sure to memorize everything you told me in advance, so I’m confident I can convince them that we’re the real deal. Even though this is technically my first day on the job… I promise not to let you down.” 

You blush, feeling rather flustered. The idea of being someone’s hired girlfriend is still a lot to wrap your head around, and you certainly don’t want to make empty promises, but you have every intention of giving it your best shot. Isaac is in a stressful situation, and you’re resolved to do whatever you can to fix it. 

“Can’t wait to get this over with,” Isaac sighs. He opens the passenger door and gestures for you to step inside the car. “Don’t worry. I know you might be feeling a bit uneasy, but I promise I’m not a serial killer or anything like that. I won’t hold it against you if you have 911 ready on speed dial until we get to my parents’ house.” 

“I trust you,” you insist. “I’ve heard good things about this app, and it sounds like they take safety seriously. They’ve got your information in their system, after all. Plus, I can tell that you’re a nice guy. It’s just a gut feeling.”

“I appreciate it,” he smiles. “Anyways… I guess I’ve stalled for long enough. You can probably tell that I really don’t feel like going. But the sooner I get them off my back, the better.” 

“I’ll be the best girlfriend you can ask for,” you beam. 

It’s a promise to him, but also to yourself. You are committed to taking this new job seriously, and for the rest of the evening, you will do whatever it takes to blend into the role that’s been thrust upon you. There’s no reason to get worked up. At the end of the day, all of this is pretend. It won’t be anywhere near as complicated as a real relationship.

Right?

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"i'll be damned..." kj breathes out on a huff of disbelief. the words cause your eyes to flick to him. his body wants to shudder under your gaze. cam remains quiet. "ain't never seen a peeper as pretty as you..."

you're eyes squint, not understanding him. smiling a little at the look on your face, kj turns to cam. a silent moment passes between the two of them before cam repositions himself back onto the tree he was using to keep himself upright, stroking his cock with out looking away from you.

"keep goin'," he croaks out, spreading his feet apart like they were before. kj slides behind him with no objections, smacking his head into cam's ass a few times before plunging back inside.