If there's something Perturabo can't stand is you gawking at him while he works. Staring up at him like a lovesick puppy. Do you have nothing better to do with your time?
No?
Fantastic.
Ignore his face turning pink. It's just warm, he grumbles.
What if he started at you? Annoying right? Watching you sit there, tinkering with scraps with that stupid smile. You weren't doing terrible. Quite the opposite actually. The small contraption build was beginning to function fluidly.
You were lucky that he found you adorable-
Fuck.
His eyes narrow and he huffs, turning away. Maybe staring wasn't that terrible.
hello I see you do perty x reader x dorn. since we're already pissing perturabo off may I introduce you to my favorite ship also known as dorn x calliphone. obviously not a request or anything I just hope you enjoy the concept.
Oooohhhh imagine Calliphone will fall in love with Dorn all by herself, without Rogal even trying, he has his own crush on Inwit (the reader. Bc x reader fics is an olny thing i can do bc lmao) and Perturabo will be absolutely pissed about it and will definitely try to seduce Dorn's crush as some kind of revenge because he's sure his brother made Calliphone fall in love with him on purpose to get on his nerves...lol
This is an expected duty and he will treat it like one.
Youāre treated like a defensive checkpoint: deposited on the far side of the bed, wrapped up in blankets and furs, and then he lies down beside you. Alas, somewhere in that theoretical understanding of cuddling he failed to understand that he should probably be facing towards you - or even touching you in any way, and not just lying in wait, facing the door in case of intruders.
Guarding you.
You can make the most of this by snuggling into his back and heāll allow it. Donāt worry, heāll get better over timeā¦ hopefully.
Fulgrim - III
Surprisingly awkward.
In his quest to make it perfect, to set the mood, to make sure he doesnāt touch you too much or too little and precisely ready what you want in this moment he comes off stilted and slightly stiff.
He settles into it quickly though, ever adept at reading your mood and pulls you into his chest, letting you rest against him and pressing languid kisses atop your head. When youāre clearly relaxed and enjoying his effort he loosens even more and it makes for a very cute evening together.
Post heresy bonus:Ā
Coils around you confidently trapping you between thick ropes of his winding body. Enjoy being pet like the little well, pet you are.Ā
Perturabo - IV
Oh good lord, a feat in and of itself you got him to agree, but once heās had it once heās a tsundere addict so watch out.
That first time though, that first time is for you to coax him into being more than an unmoving iron wall. Showing him what tender touch and unburdened human affection feels like.Ā
He leans into your hands as you sit up upon his chest and caress his wires, letting out low rumbles you didnāt think was possible from your nigh unfeeling lord. Itās an addictive feeling youāll try to replicate over and over.
Jaghatai Khan - V
Itās a cute date where he takes you out into the cold wilderness and shows you how well he can provide for you.Ā
Hot roasted meat skewers, look at these thick furs he brought for you, still cold? Donāt worry, thatās what his arms are here for, to hold you close and make you feel secure.
Just lean into his arms and let the warmth seep through as he looks down at his little hawk adoringly. Heāll press little kisses all over, your cheeks, nose, the top of your head, everywhere.
He carries you back because he doesnāt want to put you down.
Leman Russ - VI
This man is the most tactile creature known to the Imperium.
Heās already had his hands all over you, arms slung around you and had you over his shoulder plenty of times before he just decides to scoop you up for a lazy cuddle session.
By this point youāre already boneless and buried in a pile of wolf, both fluffy and human alike. Too bad if youāre too warm because youāre not leaving any time soon, not with his head laid on your thighs and arms spread across you to snuggle in the dogpile.
Rogal Dorn - VII
Emperor help him but he doesn't understand.
He understands theoretically and physically what happens but youāre going to need to walk and talk him through every step as he dutifully obeys.Ā
āLift your arm - no, thatĀ one, thatās right. And now put it down. Gentlyā¦. Perfect.ā
Once youāre settled in with him though heās a nice steady presence, sort of like a weighted blanket but better because he makes you feel beyond safe in his arms.Ā
Konrad Curze - VIII
Work is cut out here, and you might want to try bathing him beforehand unless you want to pull away covered with ā¦ bits.Ā
Manage that first and he will actually cradle you somewhat tenderly, like you are fragile porcelain that will crack, which may very well be true from his perspective. His body cages around you and protects you from the world, even if you are entirely alone together.Ā
Just let him hold you, maybe even press shaky kisses into you, and he only mutters about the demise of humanity maybe once or twice (that's an improvement on normal)
Sanguinius - IX
What a dreamā¦ if you didnāt have hair or feathers in your face every other minute.
Trying to manoeuvre in a way that his wings arenāt pressed uncomfortably beneath him, youāre not pulling and lying on feathers, and his long hair generally tangling as you both tango into position makes for quite the challenge.
You both laugh at it though, giggling and clutching each other at the absurdity of trying to make it work and eventually succeed into settling together. Itās soft, itās sweet, it's perfect.
Post heresy bonus:Ā
He plagues you in dreams of futures that could have been - fragments of his soul echoing through the warp and into your head the same way the black rage does.
You curl up against his cold sarcophagus and nobody stops you.
Ferrus Manus - X
This man could not take a hint that you wanted to cuddle him if you tried, so youāre going to have to take heavy handed initiative here.
You should forever treasure the look on his face as you triumphantly approach with about five oven mitts from the kitchens cobbled together into unholy abominations of fabric and begin stuffing them onto his hands with no explanation.
By the time heās stopped rebooting enough to ask questions youāre already climbing up into his arms so he can hold you in relative comfort while he can walk around.
He will make a papoose like design for your second cuddling session so he can hold you close while he works unimpeded.Ā
Angron - XII
Heās screaming, crying, throwing up (ā¢) - WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE GOING TO HOLD HIM CLOSE FOR A PROLONGUED PERIOD - ARE YOU MAD???
The answer to that one is probably, yes.
He holds still like a statue but trembles still as you curl into his lap, leeching his warmth. Maybe after a few sessions to calm down you might actually get somewhere.
Roboute Guilliman - XIII
Surprisingly good at this. Actually knows how to enjoy his limited free time and just scoops you into him and lounges back.
Heāll hand feed you fruits while you snuggle into him and enjoy each other's presence. Finds it very cute when you try to feed him back, kneeling up on his lap to reach and feed him what looks comically tiny in comparison.
Heāll definitely find more time to put aside for this, ending up very refreshed from just a little time with you.
Mortarion - XIV
This man is nervous beyond measure, please reassure him over and over and over.
And smooch him.
Lots.Ā
Very uncomfortable with physical touch and probably doesnāt get better on your first try either. But, itās a very, very important step to getting close with him - sort of like getting close to a feral cat.
Give him affection but donāt overwhelm him and soon enough heāll be coming to you at all hours of the day to steal you away for some quality tactile time in your arms.
Post heresy bonus:Ā
MTV: Welcome to my swamp - where I have made a nest just for you.
He will help you carefully climb in then clamber in on top of you, wings spread wide and covering the both of you like a canopy. Surprisingly nice if you donāt mind the smell because Mothtarion is soft and fluffy.
Magnus the Red - XV
The first time you cuddle is actually psychically - in your sleep.
Heās just so excited to get close to you, and thereās not enough time in a baselineās day - so why not enjoy time together in dreams too?
Except youāre not as lucid as he is to start with, sleepily demanding cuddles from him that he very amusedly gives as you clamber onto him and press up into his chest. When you come around a little your face is as red as he is, apologising until he squeezes you closer and laughs as he kisses your forehead.
Horus Lupercal - XVI
One day when meeting him in his office before going out for a date he simply reaches out, swiping around your waist and pulling you confidently into his lap. Heāll wrap an arm lazily around your waist and press a kiss into your temple before telling you to sit tight while he finishes the last of his work.
Itās so smooth itās criminal, and leaves you blushing and him smirking - what exactly did you expect?Ā
From then onwards he loves having you sat on him, especially when someone comes to visit him so he can put a possessive hand on you and flex his prize.
Lorgar Aurelian - XVII
He looks at you like a puppy for days until you figure out what he wants because he wonāt ask for it. Just longing, staring and yearning until you give him permission.
Then his hands are all over you, mapping you out.Ā
Straight from 0 to 100 immediately for this man.
Youāll have to temper him back heāll whimper and then comfort him gently for a long, long while before heās willing to move from your side.
Vulkan - XVIII
Heās vibrating in excitement, heās been waiting for this for a while but wanted you to be comfortable and ready knowing how physically intimidating he can be. But once youāre ready heāll be spinning you around in his arms before spiriting you away to a pre-cooled room so you can stand being close against him for longer (yes, he was that prepared).
Such a cuddly man, petting and nuzzling and the whole works. Heāll make sure youāre beyond comfortable. Constantly checks in with you, massages you, holds you just right.
Itās just right for you both and ends up as very addictive stress relief.
Corvus Corax - XIX
When you ask him to cuddle he immediately melts away into the shadows, which honestly makes you upsetā¦ until he materialises some time later and nervously brings you to a nest he made just for this.
Accept and heāll be strangely happy, settling in with you in your own private little place.Ā
This ends up becoming somewhere you can go to when youāre feeling down and or just need him and heāll come as soon as he can, with you often finding treats or treasures left for you there to tide you over until he can arrive.
Alpharius/Omegon - XX
Idiot sandwich cuddle session.
Theyāre goofy and youāre stuck between them.
Throne help you because they have plenty of stupid questions to ask you to entertain themselves over the hours they keep themselves barnacled to you.
āWould you still love us if we were tyranid wyrms?ā type questions.
Donāt answer properly and theyāll poke you and whine, unless you bribe them with snuggling in deeper.
Good luck soldier.
Bonus: The Emperor
Youāre the nervous one here - mostly because youāre already struggling to comprehend why heās chosen you of every human alive and everything feels very unreal.Ā
So when he quite literally sweeps you off your feet and carries you bridal style it's accompanied by a shocked yelp. Which he laughs at.
The custodes are struggling not to go insane - oh well.
Heāll perch you in his lap while he sits back on the throne, and youāll tremble like a chihuahua in a handbag while he pets you. At least he makes sure the two of you arenāt disturbed while you acclimate.
It ends up being a sort of introductory trial for spending a lot more time cuddled up to him.Ā
At his desk, in meetings, in the lab - who is going to tell Him no?
Heās in that cute little chiton today, which seems to have ridden even further up his backside than the last time he wore it in your presence. It doesnāt look like he altered it, though Perturabo could probably take up the gold keyed hem a millimeter a day without you noticing. He wears no undergarments as is traditional, a hazard striped belt at his waist giving the appearance of a tucked in blouse and miniskirt from behind. The kind of thing Administratum officials wore in the office. All he needed now was some power heelsā¦
Heās detached from the noosphere with his cables tied in a loose bundle, staring out of the faux windows lining his sanctumās reinforced walls. Of course, he can see every pixel of the viewscreen no matter how densely clustered they are, where even an Astartesā eyes would believe they were gazing at the Olympian sky.Ā
Your feather duster comes along the windowsill, then traces the line of his hip. Why shouldnāt you? Heās been stood there like a statue for hours now. Statues needed dusting. You brush the duster along the backs of his thick, hairy thighs and watch a visible shudder tremble those massive legs. Each one as broad as your shoulders, girthy like a barrel of wine. You glance up without really paying attention where your duster trails.Ā
The rainbow feathers tickle across his hefty balls and his ass clenches so hard you can almost see the muscle beneath his generously padded cheeks. Off around his hip and youāre back to the windowsill, then the desk.Ā
His gaze falls upon you with the weight of a collapsing star. He canāt speak. Quivering, he knows not what to feel, be it rage at your audacity or the hot, curling honey in his core that threatens to leak out through his cock.Ā
He could command you to finish dusting him, berate you for slacking on your duties. But still, his voice does not come, and worse, neither do the words form sense in his mind.Ā
All he has is a heady blank static swimming in the void where his sharp intellect usually lived.Ā
Inspired by @gh0st-nebulae 's handsome crab! Oviposition
Perturabo grumbled, nearly growling as he trawled over his smoking beach. His heavy crab legs thumped into the stand, forelegs flipping over broken parts and kicking them aside. His woven sack sat around his body, still light from his recent collecting.
A crash seared across his wide beach, black smoke still rolling from its final landing. Itād disturbed him from preparing his nesting area and he was growing more displeased with how few things were worth collecting. Even the few sparking wires heād come across were barely worth collecting.
Crashes from both sea and air were common around his islands and he was more than happy to scavenge from them, building his domicile to perfection. Even though weapons were few and far between, he still set up proper defenses. The likes of Dorn couldnāt hope to ruin his home, especially not with that soft body of his.
He smirked to himself, using his claws to snap the sturdy metal in two. See Dorn do something that, with all his blubber. His claws couldnāt even pierce his weakest armor.
Movement caught his attention, sharp eyes locking on. Glass crunched and shattered and there was a huff of effort before a body hit the sand with a thud. A sound of pain danced across the sands and he caught a strong smell of blood.
He treaded forward, moving aside broken pieces of their plane. A human was dragging herself forward, one leg oozing blood. It was deep, but not quite gushing yet. Heād seen plenty of humans die and she would, too, if he didnāt interfere.
She was fighting to live, though, pulling herself away from the burning wreckage. She spat out sand and winced when a flame threatened to reach out for her, holding her arm up in defense. Her flight jacket took the heat and she chose to shuck it off instead of trying to save it.
He stepped towards her, crunching the broken wing and gaining her attention, her eyes widening. Blood dripped down her forehead, a prominent bruise already budding. She breathed heavily and he had no doubt her vision was swimming, but she still wrenched a knife from a sheath on her thigh.
He snorted a laugh. āYou think that could stop me?ā
She pushed herself away from him as he continued to approach, knife wavering. āY-Yesā¦ noā¦ā
He batted it away, knocking the blade from her hand before he pinned her wrist under his foreleg. She collapsed without any fight, breathing heavily, eyes wide in fear. He bowed down low, frowning at her. āNo,ā he answered. His eyes raked over her, the torn shirt, the rip in her pants, the glass cutting her forearms, the sand biting her face. She would live, he decided.
She kicked up, the motion weak and bouncing off his plated underbelly harmlessly. āNoā¦ā
He reached down, grabbing her in his hands. She gave a futile attempt at struggling before slumping, leaning into him as he carried her off. Yes, she would survive. Her injuries werenāt so bad he couldnāt repair her as well.
Perturabo took his time undressing her and then cleaning her body. There was a fresh pool of water - filtered and warmed by his own clever devices - and he was more gentle than believed as he cleaned her wounds. She woke briefly here and there to struggle against his wandering hands but when he snapped at her, she immediately quieted.
Heād never had a little companion for himself. He laid her down in his soft nest and set food out for her, staring as she slept. Heād covered her in a blanket heād woven himself one evening, too small for his shell, but more than adequate for one human.
He grumbled, looking away from her. He needed to distract himself for the time being. She would want to heal in peace. Seeing his face had never been very welcoming for anyone, let alone humans.
The human slept and ate and healed over the course of several weeks, using the blanket as a makeshift dress. She slept in his nest, curled up with her pitiful knife clutched in her hand. She ate the food he gave her, even going so far to thank him. She even began helping him repair pieces, her smaller hands useful where he needed fine tools.
It was inevitable, however. A biological need that demanded to be cared for. Usually, heād handle it himself, but nowā¦
He had a partner.
She was easily persuaded, too, and that was how she ended up under him, on her knees, her face buried in the soft bedding. He laid low behind her, hands exploring her soft flesh. He couldnāt help himself. She was so soft, her body so malleable and human, her legs spread out for him to admire her slit.
He tilted his head, plunging two thick fingers into her. She sucked in a breath and he stared at her, watching her reaction closely for signs of pain. She showed none, so he took the cue to start thrusting his fingers, plunging them in and out of her.
He was large, so of course he needed to prepare her. She was only human, but it made her soft and pliant in a way that he simply wasnāt. She had no hard shell to protect her body and heād never been more grateful for it. The scar on her leg was still fresh, standing out starkly against her skin and it was a hard reminder that she was human.
Her body was accepting of him, though, stretching around his fingers and already wet. She moaned soft, rocking back, tilting her hips slightly. He acknowledged the movements and responded accordingly, adjusting his fingers and thrusting them for her pleasure.
He almost snorted to himself. Here he was, caring for someone elseās pleasure and enjoyment. She must have made him soften up. Pathetic. He was better than that. Yet, here he was, preparing her for his cock.
He lifted himself up once heād deemed her suitably relaxed and wet, human slick dripping down his fat knuckles. His plates had already parted and he rubbed the head of his cock with his wet hand, coaxing it to extend out. It was too heavy to stand on its own, relying on his hand to hold up the fat shaft.
He crawled close to her, squeezing the fat shaft of his cock. She glanced over her shoulder and he saw her breath catch at the size before he pressed himself forward, pushing the blunt head of his cock against her wet hole. Sheād tensed and he grumbled at the resistance, a lingering heaviness in his lower belly reminding him of why he was doing this.
He pushed into her, grunting at her tightness. She squeaked when the head of his cock entered her and he tilted his hips forward, forcing himself in deeper. Her cunt was wet and soft, pliant to the way he forced himself to fit inside her.
He rocked his hips, pumping them, easing himself in deeper as he stimulated her. She rocked with him, clinging to the nesting material. She spread her legs wider, moaning out as her slick gathered and dripped down the length of his cock.
His hand locked her hip in place, gruning as he finally relaxed his internal grip. āHold still.ā
His eyes fluttered as he relaxed and small eggs slid from his cock, pushing deep into her body. Each one was barely as big as her fingertip, but there were hundreds of them. It was a shame they would go unfertilized, but this was a far better solution than finding a partner for them.
His head tipped back and he groaned openly as they quickened, sliding out of his body and filling hers instead. He could feel her squirming, her gasping and moaning clear to his ears. He groaned low in his throat, rolling his hips, easing the small eggs deeper into her body, filling her womb with them.
She gasped and moaned into the nest, clutching at blankets, wondering distantly how sheād ever gotten here. And, yet, she did nothing but watch as her own stomach grew, rounding out with his eggs. Her body was his to command, another of his projects that he formed with his own hands and claws.
