littledarknesgold

[littledarknesgold]

Rust and blood

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, Mention of blood, kidnapping, there may be descriptions of unpleasant things.

Rough female hands braided your hair with the tenderness of a mother. You never thought you would attract the attention of a real Saint.

Your parents told you about her when you were younger...and when your parents were still alive.

A ray of hope, Saint of the Emperor himself. No one was worthy of her, including you, but it's better not to say this in front of her. The last time you said something like that, she scolded you and you didn't want to upset her.

You sat quietly while Celestine braided your hair, until you had a quiet moment without people swarming around the Living Saint with numerous prayers and requests for blessings or advice.

But you couldn't complain about it, after all, it was you who had the honor of being almost always next to her, and not them.

You also couldn't complain much, since Celestine constantly reminded you that you had no one left except her and you couldn't argue with that.

Sometimes. Just for a second. You felt like something was wrong. Everything around you was wrong and strange, like a dream, a play in the theater.

But every time doubts devoured you, hands always appeared. Loving. Calloused. Motherly.

And covered in blood.

[littledarknesgold]

Twisted thread

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, description of a murder, unpleasant descriptions, in short, everything as usual.

(Advice to Astartes owners: if your friends, acquaintances or family members start to disappear, do not panic and do not let your space marina out of sight)

A silent shadow slid behind the woman into the alley. The silence of the night city was broken only by a wet pop. No scream, no cry for mercy, everything quickly and without unnecessary movements.

The bloody pinkish mess flowing from the corpse's skull gave off a barely noticeable smell of vanillin.

The Space wolf calmly wiped his gauntlet on the fur on his shoulders. What had once been a man had become a corpse, as quickly as the leaves fall from the trees in autumn.

It's nothing personal, she just happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time and offended the wrong person.

She may not have deserved it, but Wolf wasn't going to tolerate insults towards his woman, especially from someone like her.

At the thought of this, his face again distorted, revealing his fangs, and he could not hold back a low growl.

However, despite the dead body on the asphalt, there was an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, as if this was the only correct path.

@vthestalker

[littledarknesgold]

Useless Science

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, kidnapped.

Cold metal fingers scraped across the glass of the stasis capsule.

Trazyn collects many beautiful things, but you were the crown jewel of his collection.

Whatever world he was in, he had never met anyone like you. You were a beautiful combination of flesh and bone, a marvelous specimen of Homo sapiens.

Trazyn placed you in a stasis capsule, in your glass coffin, like an ancient human fairy tale. Sometimes he touched your lips, dreaming of feeling their softness on his living flesh, because his cold and passionless body could not convey the same sensations.

Necron sometimes imagined himself as your knight, who is looking for a way to return to his normal body in order to break the spell and reunite with his beloved, who is immersed in an enchanted sleep.

"Only true love's kiss will wake the sleeping beauty" - this is what Trazyn repeated seeing your beautiful body in the capsule. He may not have had the old breathing and warm body, but desire and attraction, he did not need it. They made their way through the joints, between the plates to his very core, to his very soul, making the Innumarable feel alive again.

Metal fingers lovingly touch the glass. He has never met anyone like you and probably never will, but he doesn't need that anymore.

@vthestalker I will never stop thanking you

[littledarknesgold]

Destiny Teeth

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, kidnapped.

One of your colleagues said that having Astartes chasing you is romantic. You wanted to punch that coworker in the face.

Even if you weren't a girl, you still felt uneasy with the feeling of eyes on your back on the street.

'Perhaps' you could have cared less about being a man, which is what your friends told you, and at first you didn't pay attention to it either, because apparently Space Marines only messed with women, but maybe at that moment you could have at least run away, but now no one will know.

You tried not to stay late at work and didn't take shortcuts through the courtyards, but you underestimated the determination of the top pursuer...

A huge armored hand covers your mouth and drags you into the darkness of the gateway.

Perhaps you really should have spent more time on this.

Now you wake up in an unknown place with no windows and only one iron door.

But don't worry! Now you have a new companion, who, by the way, locked you here.

[littledarknesgold]

Moon calf

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, Mention of blood, Mention of birth, there may be descriptions of unpleasant things.

You open your big eyes, reflecting the stars. The cold wind caresses your wet body, soaked in vernix caseosa and birth fluids.

Your mother grazes next to you, her large, corpulent body shifting awkwardly, yet with some grace, from hoof to hoof.

You were born on a starry night, when the sky was covered with myriads of stars. Far from the farm and the pasture where your mother would normally be sent. She did not want you to be taken by farmers, as they had taken her two earlier calves.

The wild scent wafting from the open plains and misty forests fills her with a sense of danger, but she is willing to take the risk to keep you.

The first months and weeks you learn to walk and run like all calves. Your mother follows you around anxiously, keeping an eye on you.

She is afraid of the possibility that you will be carried off by predators, so if she loses sight of you, she lets out a loud roar that echoes through the hollows and meadows.

Like all calves, you would like to explore the world around you, but your mother prevents this by constantly pushing you towards her udder with her muzzle.

She does not want to listen to your protests, insisting that you suckle from her udder as often as possible, even after you have ceased to be a calf, although for your mother you will always be a child, your mother still feeds you with her milk, calling you with a loud moo if you have gone too far in her opinion.

[littledarknesgold]

Delusional

Warnings: yandere, mention of murders, persecution, obsession, possession, description of something unpleasant, somnophilia, non-consensual sex, mention of impregnation, smut.

Heavy hips rose and fell carefully, trying to contain the desire to speed up the pace, but he couldn’t do that otherwise his owner would wake up and then his plan wouldn’t work.

The Astartes bit his lip, clutching the sheet with his hands, suppressing moans and sobs full of lust.

He couldn't risk this chance to finally get what he had wanted for a long time.

The sheets beneath him became damp and covered in a sticky whitish liquid - a symbol of his love and devotion to his human.

He had never wanted it so much with anyone other than his human. He had purposefully rejected other Astartes even when in heat. His netro yearned for his true mate.

Unable to contain the last impulse, a deeper groan escaped from his throat, and a new portion of semen covered the sleeping human's stomach, but even this noise did not wake him. The Space Marine chuckled. This was the result he was looking for, the sleeping pill was working, that was a good sign.

Having cleaned up a bit and hidden the traces of his crime, he curled up around his man, purring like a contented, well-fed cat.

He buried his nose in his human's hair, closing his eyes and already imagining his master's surprise when the Marilenlings were born in a couple of months.

Art belongs to this author: @vthestalker

And thanks again for this to my best assistant in the world)

[littledarknesgold]

No Prayer At Midnight

Warnings: yandere, mention of murders, persecution, obsession, possession, mention of torture, mention of violence.

(A quick word of advice for all Space Marine owners: you don't want to come back for days with the scent of another Astartes on you, especially if you have a somewhat jealous companion.)

The massive heavy door creaked as it opened and the small human prisoner was blinded by the light coming from outside.

However, this did not last long and the door slammed shut again behind the back of the Brother-Interrogator who had entered.

The man tied to the floor cringed at the sound of the Dark Angel's rattling sabatuns. The owner had known him for many years, this Brother-interrogator he had never even allowed the thought that his mate, his companion, could do something like that.

The Astartes leaned over the prisoner, his seemingly clumsy fingers stroking the man's hair with loving care.

The poor guy no longer screamed, did not demand answers, did not try to argue or reason with his Dark Angel, because it was pointless, nothing would change.

The Space Marine kept his eyes on his man and took the whip off his belt. He never thought his human would need such harsh discipline, but in the end, he helps his man repent and then they will begin to live as they should have long ago.

Away from all those boring humans distracting his human, away from the other Astartes who seemed to him to always be trying to steal his human.

He had been planning for a long time how it would be just the two of them. Just him and his human.

Just the two of them. Alone.

Art belongs to this author: @vthestalker

Thanks for your help!

[littledarknesgold]

Rotting Stones

Warnings: yandere, mention of murders, persecution, obsession, possession, description of something unpleasant.

The air was filled with a disgusting gurgling, squelching and rotting smell.

A pale, warm, damp fog hanging over the ground covered bodies teeming with larvae, worms and frozen in a semblance of death.

Grandfather's Blessing has almost completely filled the planet, except for the last bastion that refuses to surrender.

As far as the eye could see, swamps stretched around the bastion, painting the surrounding area the brownish-green color of military uniforms, diluted by the occasional crooked trees that blackened against the sky.

Dense clouds of insects circled above the water, creating a continuous hum that mixed with heavy, squelching steps.

A solitary, stinking figure, pus dripping from its filters, approached the bastion. The only sentry, his face wrapped in rags, raised his weapon.

The rotten giant stopped in complete silence. The sentry remained with his weapon raised, although he knew he could not harm the figure.

The sentry already knows why +he+ came, but refuses to surrender, no matter how the gentle gurgling voice of the traitor-Astartes admonishes.

The giant remains for several hours, neither of them saying a word, each waiting for the other to give in.

+He+ can't wait for his stubborn little goat to come with him, to accept the gifts of the Father of Diseases, so that +he+ can pick her up in his arms and envelop her in his miasma and merge their rotting flesh together.

The guard is waiting for this hell to end. His eyes are watering from the stench.

It's getting close to dawn.

[littledarknesgold]

Mortarion x girlfriend reader When the other villagers saw him as a stranger, she saw him as a man who just wanted to be loved. During a great crusade across the galaxy, on the Death Guard's flagship, Mortarion marries and feels happy for the first time in a long time. Typhus kidnaps Y/N and forces her to enter the service of the god Nurgle under threat of Mortarion's death. Nurgle takes a liking to her and makes her a princess of decay. After centuries in Nurgle's garden, she meets Mortarion and explains everything to him. They both hate their forms, but they have no choice but to suffer forever.

🥸🫶

What is sorrow to the living is joy to the dead.

Warnings: mention of rot and insects, mention of loss, soft yandere.

You were different.

Mortarion knew it from the start, when you spoke to him without fear back on Barbarus. To others there he was as much a monster as his foster father, but not to you.

And when the time came to join the Emperor's Great Crusade, you stepped into the stars as fearlessly as you did that day, stepping out to meet him.

At first, everything was a bit complicated between you, but then it became easier, you got used to each other, liked each other, and then got married. Realized that you can't live without each other.

The Primarch of the 14th Legion never thought he would be ready for such great responsibility, nor did he think he deserved your affection, but you have calmed his troubled soul.

Your souls merged in a sacred marriage, becoming one and it seemed that nothing could separate you, but then the Horus Heresy came, and then, as if that weren't enough, Grandfather Nurgle. But you were together, so it wasn't all that bad, right?

No. Even you were taken from him, his ungrateful son Typhus stole you. That little bastard...

The Swarm Lord hid you in the Gardens of Nurgle, where Grandfather blessed you (or cursed you?) generously.

Mortarion's existence became a torment, not only because of his hideous new appearance, but also because he did not know what had happened to you or where you were. His soul was torn and torn in a fever.

His only source of joy, love and comfort was taken away from him and the Prince of Decay had nothing left to cling to. Until you were reunited again, though now you were more like a larva or caterpillar.

Burying his face in your gelatinous flesh, he realized the rotten tears.

You were together again and he made a promise to himself to get you both out at any cost, even if it was just a lie and you both were stuck here forever.

[littledarknesgold]

Shadow on the wall.

Warnings: yandere, mention of murders, persecution, obsession, possession.

You froze, huddled under the table. Listening to the sounds and to your ancient instincts, telling you to freeze and become as small as possible, unnoticeable to whoever is in your apartment.

You never expected that your apartment, which you thought was the safest place on earth, would turn out to be a nightmare trap.

You had no idea the evening would end like this. You had no idea that the sound of a light scratching on your front door was anything more significant than a wild or stray animal. This was your price for the mistake.

Horror gripped your organs with an icy, clawed paw, forcing you to swallow your cries and any sounds.

Now you were remembering all the weird shit that happened this week.

But what was the first sign?

A pack of stray dogs disappearing? A lonely Blood Angel wandering around your front door? Maybe a couple of your friends are missing? Or maybe scary ruby-red eyes looking into your windows at night? It doesn't matter now. It's too late...

You hold your breath listening to the sounds in your apartment. It's so damn quiet. As if even the neighbors don't exist through the wall.

Maybe it's gone?

Your hopes were not destined to come true, because a huge figure covered you with a shadow under the table.

[littledarknesgold]

Are you accepting a request for a primarch x reader ?

I'm open to any requests (literally any), but I haven't tried writing a pairing like this yet. But if you have ideas, I'm always ready to listen to them.

I'll post something a little later, maybe, but it might not be soon.

[littledarknesgold]

Lost in the night

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, Mention of sex, kidnapped.

Perhaps you did not pray hard enough or strongly enough and that is why you ended up here in this cramped, stuffy and at the same time damp cell.

You were not a heretic or one of the rebels, but you were captured by the Angels of the Inquisition and brought here, you were asked many questions, to which you answered meekly, hiding nothing.

You were not told why you were here or how long they would keep you.

The inquisitor's cold gaze pinned you to the spot every time and you didn't dare raise your eyes from the floor.

You preferred not to wonder why the questions became more and more personal each time, and the inquisitor's hand began to rest on your thigh.

You preferred not to remember or ask questions when you were pulled out of your cell and brought to the chambers of the lady Inquisitor.

Perhaps it was not a great price to pay for being well fed and having access to a warm shower and a large apartment in exchange for your mistress having access to your body at any time. Sometimes she was forced to leave for long periods, but each time she returned your body ached for the next week and you hardly got out of bed.

Perhaps you too are doing some work for the God-Emperor, helping one of his loyal servants cope with the strain of her duty.

[littledarknesgold]

Thanks for the correction (I'm just not used to attention and strangers talking to me)

A Brief Respite

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, Mention of blood, Mention of killing an animal

(Tired of all this sushi and hype around the Astartes, the man actively rejects the idea of connecting with the Space Marine who begins to hang around near their home)

You wake up again to rustling and scurrying sounds outside, it seems that even the fact that you bought a house in the wilderness did not help you escape from being stopped from being disturbed, but at least you were able to escape from something else, from this maddening fanaticism for these damn Astartes. Space Marines. Or whatever they are called? In short, from these creatures.

They came out of nowhere, speak an incomprehensible language, do whatever they want and most importantly, everyone is delighted with them (not everyone, but most people), even your shitty friends, in whom you thought you would find common sense, one after another got hooked on this shit.

You feel sick from this, you want to take a double-barreled shotgun and shoot yourself, but this is not the first time the world has gone crazy, right?

New rustling sounds outside force you to get out of bed and, throwing open the window, shout, "Get out, you garbage rat!"

For a while the sounds stop and with a feeling of deep satisfaction you wait back in bed, already closing your eyes you jump from the sound of broken glass.

Something flew through the window and slammed against the wall, falling to the floor, leaving a dark stain of blood on the wall.

You couldn't fall asleep until the morning. Only in the morning, in the light of the merciful sun, you saw a 'gift' (or a threat?) - a dead rat, or rather what was left of it after hitting the wall.

With disgust and revulsion, you threw the rat into the trash, washing the blood stain off the wall all day. You had heard enough about the manhunters among the Astartes, so the next night you slept fitfully, hugging your gun.

However, it was of little help when a huge shadow broke into your house.

[littledarknesgold]

I'm not sure if this is supposed to have a sequel because I intended it to be a drabble (or whatever it's called? Is there supposed to be a sequel to something like this??)((In any case, if someone still wants a continuation, I will write it))(((And thanks again for paying attention to me)))

A Brief Respite

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, Mention of blood, Mention of killing an animal

(Tired of all this sushi and hype around the Astartes, the man actively rejects the idea of connecting with the Space Marine who begins to hang around near their home)

You wake up again to rustling and scurrying sounds outside, it seems that even the fact that you bought a house in the wilderness did not help you escape from being stopped from being disturbed, but at least you were able to escape from something else, from this maddening fanaticism for these damn Astartes. Space Marines. Or whatever they are called? In short, from these creatures.

They came out of nowhere, speak an incomprehensible language, do whatever they want and most importantly, everyone is delighted with them (not everyone, but most people), even your shitty friends, in whom you thought you would find common sense, one after another got hooked on this shit.

You feel sick from this, you want to take a double-barreled shotgun and shoot yourself, but this is not the first time the world has gone crazy, right?

New rustling sounds outside force you to get out of bed and, throwing open the window, shout, "Get out, you garbage rat!"

For a while the sounds stop and with a feeling of deep satisfaction you wait back in bed, already closing your eyes you jump from the sound of broken glass.

Something flew through the window and slammed against the wall, falling to the floor, leaving a dark stain of blood on the wall.

You couldn't fall asleep until the morning. Only in the morning, in the light of the merciful sun, you saw a 'gift' (or a threat?) - a dead rat, or rather what was left of it after hitting the wall.

With disgust and revulsion, you threw the rat into the trash, washing the blood stain off the wall all day. You had heard enough about the manhunters among the Astartes, so the next night you slept fitfully, hugging your gun.

However, it was of little help when a huge shadow broke into your house.

[littledarknesgold]

A Brief Respite

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, Mention of blood, Mention of killing an animal

(Tired of all this sushi and hype around the Astartes, the man actively rejects the idea of connecting with the Space Marine who begins to hang around near their home)

You wake up again to rustling and scurrying sounds outside, it seems that even the fact that you bought a house in the wilderness did not help you escape from being stopped from being disturbed, but at least you were able to escape from something else, from this maddening fanaticism for these damn Astartes. Space Marines. Or whatever they are called? In short, from these creatures.

They came out of nowhere, speak an incomprehensible language, do whatever they want and most importantly, everyone is delighted with them (not everyone, but most people), even your shitty friends, in whom you thought you would find common sense, one after another got hooked on this shit.

You feel sick from this, you want to take a double-barreled shotgun and shoot yourself, but this is not the first time the world has gone crazy, right?

New rustling sounds outside force you to get out of bed and, throwing open the window, shout, "Get out, you garbage rat!"

For a while the sounds stop and with a feeling of deep satisfaction you wait back in bed, already closing your eyes you jump from the sound of broken glass.

Something flew through the window and slammed against the wall, falling to the floor, leaving a dark stain of blood on the wall.

You couldn't fall asleep until the morning. Only in the morning, in the light of the merciful sun, you saw a 'gift' (or a threat?) - a dead rat, or rather what was left of it after hitting the wall.

With disgust and revulsion, you threw the rat into the trash, washing the blood stain off the wall all day. You had heard enough about the manhunters among the Astartes, so the next night you slept fitfully, hugging your gun.

However, it was of little help when a huge shadow broke into your house.

[littledarknesgold]

Maybe I should clarify, I just wrote this under the inspiration of an older fanfic by another author. Why does his human need any children at all? Isn't he enough? I think he should look at it from this side.

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, Mention of blood, Mention of infanticide

The small bundle in his arms barely moved as he took it into his large, armored hands.

The fabric had slipped slightly, revealing the sleeping face of a newborn who had recently been screaming loudly, causing his human to fuss around his cradle.

This crying was driving him crazy, he wanted to shut up this little loud throat, it would not be difficult, but it would make his human cry and get upset.

Stupid, stupid his human, why does he worry so much about something so useless and pathetic like this baby when he has him? Isn't he better than this ugly, demanding little larva? He's better than this in every way.

Oh! His poor, narrow-minded human simply hasn't realized it yet, but there's nothing to worry about, he'll take care of everything and then his human will see.

A wet, soft crunch filled the nursery. The previously soft-colored blanket in which this was wrapped had turned crimson.

The previously moving lump in the blanket fell silent...forever.

As if nothing had happened, he wrapped what was left of the newborn back in his blanket, rocking the bundle soothingly so as not to attract the attention of his human. He slipped out of the nursery and then out of the apartment with silent steps.

He had long ago noticed a quiet place in the park where his human used to often walk...so it was time to add some fertilizer to the soil.

[littledarknesgold]

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, Mention of blood, Mention of infanticide

The small bundle in his arms barely moved as he took it into his large, armored hands.

The fabric had slipped slightly, revealing the sleeping face of a newborn who had recently been screaming loudly, causing his human to fuss around his cradle.

This crying was driving him crazy, he wanted to shut up this little loud throat, it would not be difficult, but it would make his human cry and get upset.

Stupid, stupid his human, why does he worry so much about something so useless and pathetic like this baby when he has him? Isn't he better than this ugly, demanding little larva? He's better than this in every way.

Oh! His poor, narrow-minded human simply hasn't realized it yet, but there's nothing to worry about, he'll take care of everything and then his human will see.

A wet, soft crunch filled the nursery. The previously soft-colored blanket in which this was wrapped had turned crimson.

The previously moving lump in the blanket fell silent...forever.

As if nothing had happened, he wrapped what was left of the newborn back in his blanket, rocking the bundle soothingly so as not to attract the attention of his human. He slipped out of the nursery and then out of the apartment with silent steps.

He had long ago noticed a quiet place in the park where his human used to often walk...so it was time to add some fertilizer to the soil.