#male reader x bnha

[writters-abyss]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬

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|→ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ

the start of the school year begins, new students arrive and freshmans turn into sophomores. the principal of U.A. decides to hire a new staff member to guard the students of the prestigious U.A. High. what happens if it's shota aizawa's old rival?

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[this is for male readers and gender neutral readers only. pronouns are (he/they). female readers or female aligned dni]

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Quirk: Gas Manipulation

this quirk allows the user to manipulate different types of gases. all of which includes steam, clouds, smoke or air. the only gas elements the user can't control is pure oxygen and nitrogen. trying to manipulate pure gaseous elements can take a lot of the user energy. in exchange for the energy used, the user must maintain a good healthy diet and a well built stature. the user can also create things out of the elemental compounds. eq. attachable and working wings (the elements must be very dense for it to work), puffs of small smoke for transporting small things, etc.

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Rain droplets tap against the building's roof. Clouds cover the city, sunlight barely passing through. A figure sat on the edge of the roof, dangling their feet.

Ring. Ring.

Their phone ringed. The figure pulled out the device, tapping on the answer button. "What do you want?" He said, leaving no room for pleasantries. "Ah, no hello, how are you? It seems your manners have slipped these past years." "Just tell me what you want already, I'm busy."

"I have an offer for you," The voice called through the phone. "I want to hire you, per say. You'll be guarding U.A.'s students, and I will supply you with all your needs." The figure stayed silent. "I know your current situation, and I've pulled a few strings to get the police off your tail."

"You need to offer me something better than that." The figure spoke coldly. "Fine. I'll pull a few strings to get your 'friend' out of jail." "Now that's better, I'll think about it." The figure smirked. "Expect an answer in a few days, just as I said earlier, I'm busy."

"Alright then," the voice answered. The figure hung up before the voice could speak another word.

'This is gonna be one hell of a year.'

[luviisabella]

“Where are you going?” his voice seemed so rough whenever he was sleepy, not that it bothered you, you found it cute how deep in sleep he was.

You had crawled out of bed after being lucky enough to get out of his grasp. Bakugou’s hands are big but his arms/biceps are a whole other story. “M’ sorry ‘suki, just needed to use the bathroom.” You softly smile seeing him pout and will probably grumble to himself about how you’ve left him there all ‘cold n’ alone’.

You loved that soft side of him. It was like eating a strawberry, seemed a bit sour but once you eat more it’s really sweet. Once you stepped out of the bathroom you crawled right back over him and laid facing away from him. You softly exhaled before closing your eyes until the sudden feeling of you being lifted up startled you. “Kats-“ you whisper, his hands found their way to your waist as he pulled you over on top of him, letting you get comfortable. He gently wrapped his arms back around you.

“No more gettin’ up. Lay down n’ sleep.” he mumbled to what sounded like himself.

You softly smile before lifting your head up to look at him, noticing his eyes were closed you kissed him on the lips and laid your head back against his chest.

You didn’t see it but he had a small smile after the kiss, his grip on you tightening a little.

“Goodnight ‘Suki” you whisper to him.

“Night doll.”

(I reckon he would call you doll because one time you smiled at him and you looked so surreal that the word fumbled out of his mouth on accident so now after you teased him about it he calls you it as a nickname.)

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: implied noncon, break-up, toxic relationship, crazy ex-boyfriend, intrusive thoughts, anger issues

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about gamer boyfriend who doesn’t know what he has before it’s gone…

You told him you were leaving, but it didn’t dawn on him that’s what you’d meant. He was deep in-game—he couldn't pay attention to your whining. He figured you went out to the store or something, but later, after midnight, he realized he was hungry, and you were nowhere. Not in the kitchen making dinner, not in his bed sleeping, and not in the bathroom either. 

Did you go home? He wonders, standing alone in the dark, empty silence—feeling a little put off at the sight of his room—how even in the dim light, it’s a clear fucking mess. You usually tidy up a bit for him, but you hadn’t this time—no, there’s old underwear and socks everywhere, shirts and hoodies too, empty cans and pizza boxes. It’s a bit gross, actually, he admits while scratching his neck. 

The drawer he’d dedicated to you in his dresser is open and empty. Did you take everything to get it cleaned? You are a bit of a neat freak—unlike him. Suppose that would be something you’d do. Weird of you not to take any of his laundry as well, though.

Oh, well. He shoots you a “gn bby” on his phone, then collapses on his bed and falls asleep—smiles a bit as he does so—it’s nice not having you here to tell him to undress and go shower first. Yeah, you can be such a nag sometimes.

He wakes up late in the day. You’re not there. Usually, you come over to wake him with some breakfast. He checks his phone—you didn’t reply last night. It isn't that weird—you were probably already asleep at that point. But why didn’t you answer when you woke up? There’s no way you’re still asleep, right? 

Fuck, he’s hungry.

“gm,” he sends—contemplates asking you what’s up but doesn’t. You must be busy with something not to have checked your phone yet.

The entire day goes by, and you still don’t answer. He doesn’t take it too hard. But he won’t deny being a bit miffed.

It’s when three days go by that he’s well and truly confused. He’s sent you several texts at this point, even called you a few times, getting a little worried something had happened to you before he got the message that he’d been blocked. 

What the fuck’s going on with you?

He thinks back to the last time he saw you. What did you even say? He can’t remember. Something about being tired—something, something—I’m leaving.

He swallows thickly. No… No way, that’s what you meant, right? No, can’t be. You love him. You’re his pretty girlfriend. The one that comes with his food and later comes back for his bowl. The one that sucks his dick under his desk as he goes on a kill streak. The warm pillow he uses when he finally drags his bad posture to the bed and falls asleep.

No. Where the fuck are you? Are you sick or something? Yeah, must be, right? So delirious you’ve managed to block him somehow. You were probably only trying to call him back. You were never so tech-savvy—a fever must have worsened it. He should go to you. He can bring his pc. Or no, he can get you and bring you back here. Yeah, that would be easier.

He calls your roommate, tells her he’s coming, and asks her to let you know to get ready.

“What are you talking about?” she says through a piece of gum—her voice all dull as if bothered to have picked up the phone. Or, rather, she sounds a bit drunk. There’s music in the background. “Girl broke up with you, didn’t she?”

His blood runs cold at that. A lump forms in his throat—a thick, unmovable lump that makes him think he’s about to throw up. “N-no, she didn’t.”

“Hey!” she calls out, not to him, though—she’s covered the mic with her hand. He only hears the muted distortion of voices and bass through it before your roommate comes back to him. 

“Sorry—she’s telling me a different story,” she relays, popping her gum in his ear before sneering—or, at least, that’s what he pictures. “Honestly, how long did you think she was gonna put up with cleaning up after you anyway? I know I wouldn’t last half as long as she has.” The lump in his throat grows thicker, swelling up until it's choking him. “Anyway, good luck.”

She hangs up, and he drops his phone. There’s a crack as it hits the floor. And then something wet on his face. Something hot. Something searing as it tracks down his cheeks and drops off like acid onto the floor. 

What should he do? What do you want him to do? To tidy up? He can do that! He’s not some imbecile like your friend makes him out to be who can’t even do the basics of chores. Of course, he can! And so that’s what he does—hands shaking as he tidies. 

It feels foreign, and he’s not even sure where to start. And it quickly proves to be a lot worse than what he’d thought. Beyond stinky clothes and dirty dishes, there’s trash, rotten food, sticky surfaces, and other things he can’t even put a name to. It’s gross, actually. Downright disgusting. How long’s it been like this?

Even after everything’s put in order, there’s a smell that lingers and no end to the dust he has to clean—cringing at the little insects that come crawling out of their hiding spots. Geez—has it really been this bad?

He falls asleep on the floor at some point—having completely forgotten to eat—then wakes up feeling awful the next day. The kitchen is barren, and so he orders take-out. Eats and then goes back to cleaning. There’s still a lot left.

It’s barely recognizable once he’s done. Nice and bright and tidy and clean. There’s a sum of a dozen large black trash bags in the hallway he needs to take out, but other than that, everything’s perfect—perfectly presentable to have you come over again.

Still, he gives it a couple of days. He knows you. You’re going to change your mind. You’re too sweet to be breaking up with him. Too nice. You wouldn’t just leave him, not like this. Yeah, you’re only trying to teach him a lesson—after a while, you’ll come back on your own. You’ll be ecstatic over what he’s done with the place—apologetic even as you tell him you were wrong about him—and then everything will go back to normal. Make-up sex and everything. 

But you don’t. No. You’re nowhere to be seen or found—even after a week’s passed. You’re still gone. And he’s starting to believe you might just be gone for real.

No. He sees what this is. You’re waiting for the grand gesture, aren’t you? He never knew you could be so petty—but it’s actually kind of cute. Fine then. He’ll play along—come crawling to you on his hands and knees with the best apology you’ve ever heard. And then you can end this whole thing.

And so he finds himself at your place, pressing the buzzer, not knowing if he’s catching you at home—if not, he’ll just try again tomorrow, and so on until he does. He hears someone at the other side of the door—they must be looking at him through the peephole. It takes a while before the locks click and open.

“Hey…”

It’s you. 

“Hi,” he smiles in return, happy to see you. He’s been so nervous, but somehow, your face and voice are enough to calm him down.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

Oh, of course. You weren’t expecting him. Still, it feels weird of you not to gush happily over the surprise and rush him inside. It’s not every day he goes outside—you should be a little impressed.

But no, of course, you’re playing the part of fed-up girlfriend—acting hard-to-get. He’s got you—he’ll play his part, so don’t worry.

“I wanted to apologize,” he announces. “I haven’t been a good boyfriend—I see that now. But I’ll be better from now on, I promise—come over, and I’ll prove it to you.”

As far as apologies and promises go, he thinks that sounded pretty smooth—not too desperate, not too demanding. Pretty slick, if he can say so himself.

And so, why aren’t you smiling? He can understand being nervous—so is he—but why do you look guilty?

“That’s really nice. And… I’m really happy you’re looking better. But…” you start, and his gut’s already wrenching. “I think you need more time for yourself to just… enjoy what it’s like to be independent, you know?” 

No, he doesn’t know. What are you saying? And why are you holding onto the doorknob like that? Holding it steady as if you’re planning to shut it as soon as you can—why?

“Thanks for stopping by. It was nice seeing you—it really was. Take care of yourself, okay?”

It’s shutting—his plans—disappearing right before his face. He knows he isn’t owed a second shot, but this isn’t fair. You can’t be serious—are you?

“What? No, wait—” He stops you, weighing his own hand on the door, keeping it open. “Listen, I’m good now. I’ve pulled it together, you’ll see—I’ll come in, and we’ll talk about it.”

You resist, using both hands to almost push the door back on him. “I have company, so—”

“What’s up?” another voice announces himself—deep and presentful. He comes into view behind you—taller than you, taller than him—looking down his nose at him with a raised brow. “Who’s this?”

You look a bit panicked—no, embarrassed. “Oh, uhm—”

Why are you embarrassed? “Who’s that?” The bitterness in his voice surprises even himself—loaded with the same type of spite he seethes with when players use cheats to win.

“He’s an old friend, but he was just leaving,” you say, but you’re not speaking to him. No, you stroke a hand over the guy’s broad chest, looking up at him apologetically before turning back to him again, voice strict in a way he’s never heard, “Bye.”

“But—”

You shut the door. On him. In his face. 

His skin crawls—goosefleshed and chilled. Was that a date? No, right? You have a brother, don’t you? Yes, must be. No way you’re dating. There’s no way, right? It’s only been a week… no way you’ve moved on in only a week, right?

You looked really nice—wearing that sweet blouse with all the little bows and that cute little skirt you’d always wear out on dates. Damn, when was the last time the two of you went on a date? Must be months ago, if he can’t even remember. 

Come to think of it, the two of you would always have sex when you wore that skirt. Yeah, it’s your fuck-me-skirt. Are you going to fuck this guy too now? On the first date? Is it your first date? No, probably not—who has their first date at home? That’s more like a third or even fourth or fifth date, right? Were you dating him while the two of you were still together? Have you been cheating on him all this time? Laughing at him behind his back—talking shit with your bitch-roommate? About what a pathetic loser he is? About how he’s a slob who can’t take care of himself? How he needs you? Have you!?

He shouldn't be texting you all this from a random number. He knows that, but the full realization doesn’t dawn on him before it’s too late, and he’s sent you over a hundred messages, some small and others at such a length they take up more than what the screen allows. What the fuck’s he doing? He’d bought the new sim so that he could contact you in an emergency, not to spam you with accusations like some crazy ex. 

He starts deleting them—in some desperate wishful thinking, with the hope you wouldn’t see them, but then the dotted line starts beating, jumping in taunt. His eyes are wide as he stares at it, holding his breath. Ten seconds pass before it disappears—no message sent.

You blocked him again. And he can’t blame you.

And yet, he can’t let you go, either. 

He spends the first few weeks hauled up at home—his flat becoming as trashed as ever as he doomscrolls all your socials through a fake account. You’ve deleted all the pictures of him—even the ones of yourself when you’ve been with him. There’s no evidence the two of you were even dating.

How could you do this? How could you erase him like this?

He has questions, and he needs answers. You can’t just do this—the two of you haven’t even had the talk—he hasn’t even got to say his side yet!

He just wants to talk to you—why won’t you let him? He just wants you to hear him out. He deserves that much. But since you’re not giving him any option of contacting you, he’s had to resort to medieval methods—lurking outside your apartment like some creep, eyes peeled on your building’s entrance, waiting for you to show.

He’s there for hours, patiently—refusing to go home—thinking he’ll be there all night if he has to.

But then there you are—coming out of the complex, stepping down the alley, dressed all nice for the night. You seem to be in a hurry—are you on your way to another date? Well, wherever you’re going and whoever you’re meeting, they can wait.

“I need to talk—” he doesn’t get the words out.

You’d noticed him following you and tried to out-pace him—make him lose interest. But the area your flat’s situated in is a sketchy one—at least for girls, and you’d made the decision long ago that you’d never walk outside unprepared. And so, as soon as feeling the stranger's hand on your arm, you whip around to maze him right in the face.

“Argh!” he screeches and stumbles back, hands covering his eyes. “Fuck—ow-fuckin’dammit, shit—what the fuck did you do that for? Fuck—”

You were going to make a run for it, but the familiar voice has you halt—wait a minute…

You call his name, and sure enough, it’s him who looks up at you through the teary redness of your pepper spray assault. 

“Oh my god, shit—I’m so sorry—I thought you were a—” you stop yourself. “Fuck—never mind. Come—” You link his arm with yours and lead him back inside the apartment you just left. “I’ll help you rinse—I’m so sorry.”

You rush him to the bathroom, seating him atop the toilet lid as you wet a cloth and start soaking his face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see it was you—” you apologize again. “Are your eyes okay?”

“Not really,” he hisses through clenched teeth, though steals himself soon after. “But they're getting better…”

His face unswells after a good thirty minutes, after which he’s able to keep his eyes open again—sore and no doubt bloodshot, yet fine, if not for that. You’ve moved him into the living room instead, having done what you could to rinse off your attack—having provided him with an apologetic glass of water. Now sitting with him, waiting for the effects to wear off.

It feels nice to be with you again despite the circumstances—but it’s awkward how you don’t speak.

“You look nice,” he says—trying to break the tension. It’s not as if the two of you are strangers, and so you shouldn’t act like it.

“Oh, I’m going to a party—roomie’s already there, so…” you say, sitting at the edge of your seat. “If you’re okay, I should probably head out… soon.”

A silence fills his head, as well as the room—a heavy stillness before a single word leaves him. “What?” His face sinks—part confusion, part offense, and something else—something that makes his voice come out accusatory and outraged, “You maze me in the face, and you’re just gonna fuck off to a party?”

Your eyes widen.“Well… it’s—”

“No—what the fuck?” He stands abruptly. His head’s so empty except for the blinding darkness slowly overtaking it—leaving him feeling boiling and all but nuclear. “That’s all I get? Are you fucking serious?” He’s shouting now—and then he’s on you, with one hand fisting your pretty dress and another around your throat. “First, you dump me without warning, assault me like some maniac, give me a lousy apology, and then tell me to fuck off? What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

You splutter his name and push, but it’s like fighting a wall.

“Where are you actually going dressed like that, huh? What’s so fucking important? Is it another date? What, with that same oaf I saw here last time? Or is it someone new already? I know how flighty you can be. I mean, fuck, I knew you were a little freaky, but I didn’t know I was dating a fucking slut!”

His strength comes as a complete and utter devastating shock. You’d think sitting in a chair all day would make any muscle obsolete—but the hands holding you don’t right now is more than anything you could hope to fight against.

“Stop! Get off me—” you cry, thrashing hopelessly as he lifts your dress and rips your lace panty down your thighs. 

A growl in his voice and nothing but rage on his face.

“If anyone can get it—I might as well help myself.”

♡ INSPO

♡ BNHA – Shigaraki, Dabi, Denki, Kirishima ♡ BLLK – Nagi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[shoyodon]

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who thinks tattoos are “so fuckin’ stupid.” Says its a waste of money just to put toxins in your bloodstream.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who rolls his eyes with a huff and mutters a quiet: “Don’t come complainin’ to me when you regret it.” Under his breath after you ramble on about interesting designs you saw online.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who, as much as he hates tattoos, has an equal if not vastly greater amount of love for his engagement/wedding band. Deep black obsidian band with a ruby red strip running around the center. He scoffed when you handed it to him after the two of you got engaged, told him you got it made specifically for him and said that it reminded you of his eyes. His huffing and puffing was a poorly disguised attempt at not letting the sentimentality make his heart race. You could tell he loved it by the red tinge on the tips of his ears that matched his band.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who gets into a scuffle at work while on patrol. The villain had managed to catch him off guard, and when he lifted his hands to shield himself temporarily they had managed to slice through one of his gauntlets like nothing. The surprise attack was all the leverage they had on him, though. Once he got his bearings it was over in an instant.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who reluctantly is pulled into an ambulance; his left arm and hand cut up badly from the attack. He sat on the stretcher with a bitter look on his face, not caring that his fingers nearly were cut off and were getting stitched up frantically by one of the paramedics, all he cared about was the bent, misshapen ring clenched in his other palm, which had to be cut off of his finger due to the injury.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who denies it vehemently when you ask him if the bad attitude hes had for the past few days is because his ring was ruined, claiming hes “not that sentimental.” but you still see how he keeps the bent piece on his bedside, and how he stays up late at night looking into places he can trust enough to repair it.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who, amongst watching various tiktoks of people repairing rings on his fyp, discovers someone tattooing their partners initials on their ring finger in lieu of a wedding band.

Newlywed husband! Katsuki who shows up home just a day after his doctor said his hand was completely healed with fresh ink on his ring finger. Your initials permanently engraved on his skin. His first and only tattoo.

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(Newlywed husband! Katsuki who shrugs, claiming its “safer than having the ring nearly cut my damn finger off,” but still leaps at you when you surprise him with his ring, freshly repaired, on a chain that he can wear under his hero costume.)

((Husband! Katsuki who never removes the chain from around his neck no matter the circumstance, and subtly shows off his tattoo any chance he gets; what could be better than one way to show off that he has the best spouse a man could ask for waiting for him at home? Two!))

[fangdokja]

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 474

You should’ve known better than to ignore his texts. Now you’re here, bent over a desk, your skirt hiked up, panties ripped clean off—and him slamming into you from behind. The empty classroom isn’t really empty. The door is wide open. Anyone could walk by. Anyone could see.

"You wanna act like a fucking brat? Then I’ll treat you like one." His voice is low, smug, dripping with amusement. Your cheek presses against the cold desk, nails digging into the surface as he forces himself deeper. "You’re lucky I’m even giving you my cock after all that attitude." You bite your lip, trying—failing—to stifle the shameless, wet sounds of him using you.

"Oh? Now you wanna be quiet?" A sharp slap lands on your ass, making you yelp. "Nah, bitch, you wanna act up? Let the whole fucking school hear how much of a slut you are." Your legs tremble, his pace brutal, unforgiving. Each thrust forces you forward, making the desk creak beneath you.

"What, not gonna fight back? Thought you hated me, princess." His fingers dig into your hips, hard enough to bruise. "Didn’t stop your cunt from sucking me in, though." You whimper, shame burning in your gut. It’s too much. Too rough. And your body is betraying you. "Fucking knew it. Acting all high and mighty—like you’re better than me—" he spits, yanking your head back by your hair—forcing you to look at the open door.

"But you’re just a nasty little whore who lets me use her wherever I want." Your breath hitches. A group of guys walks past the hallway. They don’t see you. But they could. Your stomach knots with a sick mix of terror and humiliation. "Shit, you just got tighter. You like that, huh?" He laughs, voice thick with mockery.

"Bet you’d love getting caught. Letting them see what a dumb little fucktoy you are." Tears prick your eyes. "You crying, baby? Poor thing." His grip tightens, thrusts brutal. "Nah, you don’t get to act innocent. Not when you’re dripping all over my cock like this." You gasp, another sharp slap landing on your ass.

"Fucking say it." His fingers tangle in your hair again, forcing you to arch back. "Say you love being my personal fuckhole." You shake your head, choking back a sob. Wrong answer. His hand wraps around your throat, cutting off your breath. "Say it, bitch."

Your vision flickers. "Or I’ll fucking leave you here—stuffed full of my cum—so the next guy can have a turn." A shudder racks through you. "Say it." Your lips tremble.

"I… I love being your fuckhole." He groans, his pace turning frantic. "Good girl." Your head spins, your body aching, bruised, used. And still, he doesn’t stop. Not until he’s done with you. Not until he’s had his fill. Not until he’s ruined you completely.

♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr policy, all characters are all of age.

Ace Attorney: N/A

Arcane: N/A

Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Shidou Ryusei, Yoichi Isagi

Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi,Hawks, Katsuki Bakugo, Villain! Midoriya Izuku

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: Hiroki Dan

Death Note: Light Yagami

Demon Slayer: Muzan Kibutsuji, Rui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Tengen Uzui

Dishonored Series: N/A

Genshin Impact: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Xiao, Rex Lapis

Haikyuu!!: Atsumu Miya, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kei Tsukishima, Keishin Ukai, Kentarou Kyotani, Kenjiro Shirabu, Oikawa Tooru, Suna Rintarou, Tendō Satori, Tetsurou Kuroo, Tobio Kageyama, Yūji Terushima

Honkai Star Rail: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Mr. Reca, Fallen! Phainon, Mydei, Nanook

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: Feitan Portor, Gon Freecss, Hisoka Morow, Illumi Zoldyck, Kalluto Zoldyck, Nobunaga Hazama, Phinks, Uvogin

I'm Not That Kind of Talent: Demon Aru, Duke Illuster Starbe, Eduardo Deserte, Nemeseus

Jujutsu Kaisen: Megumi Fushiguro, Naoya Zen'in, Ryōmen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto

Kill The Hero: Kim Woo-Jin, Park Yong-Wan, Se Jun-Lee

Love and Deepspace: Caleb

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Claude, Gusion

MONSTER: N/A

Naruto Shippuden: Deidara, Hidan, Kabuto Yakushi, Madara Uchiha, Zabuza Momochi

One Punch Man: Boros, Garou, Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: Fang Yuan

TOUCHSTARVED: Mhin, Player Character, Vere

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Bill! Sans, Dust! Sans, Error! Sans, Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Horror! Sans, Killer! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Shattered Dream! Sans, Underfell Papyrus, Underfell Sans, Undertale Chara

Wuthering Waves: Aalto, Scar

Your Throne: Eros Orna Vasilios

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♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

♡ Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

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♡ Book 6 [you are here]. The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood.

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[noyasmashing]

Virgin!Izuku, who is easily embarrassed by his inexperience, blushing and shaking when called out for his perverted stares. Despite being a famous pro hero, he admits he has never gone past a simple touch over the bra.

Virgin!Izuku, Who came in his pants with a cry when you palmed him through the fabric, whispering words of praise making him squirm. He tried to apologize, but his words quickly died as you popped him in your mouth.

Virgin!Izuku, can’t control himself as he presses his hips into your mouth, emitting soft, needy moans. Gazing at you with stars in his eyes as you give him the best pleasure he’s had in his life.

Virgin!Izuku, who quickly becomes erect once more after watching intently as you consume his baby’s without a single drop being missed.

Virgin!Izuku, breaks down in tears as soon as you playfully mock his quick climax, his hips thrusting against nothing as he whimpers and grasps at your hips.

Virgin!Izuku, that gasps in pleasure as you slowly lower yourself onto his throbbing erection, struggling to hold back from cuming inside when you whisper how amazing his cock feels inside you.

Virgin!Izuku, arches his back desperate to bury himself deeper inside you, tears welling up in his eyes as you stroke his cheek affectionately, expertly moving your body against his. With a loud cry, he releases himself as your warm walls tightens around him.

Virgin!Izuku, who twitches inside you, cum still leaking from his sensitive cock, your comforting words and heartfelt praises, make him cum again and again.

Virgin!Izuku, struggles to form sentences as you whisper dirty words into his ear, his hips squirming and moving away from you uncontrollably as you continue riding him.

Virgin!Izuku, who lets out a pitiful sob as you remind him, "I haven't cum yet, baby."

[pastelclovds]

thinking about getting the most despicable, diabolical, therapy needing man pregnant.

the burdens of being the strongest being can be so exhausting. he almost wants to quit and settle down with someone who he can trust with his life. but he’s gone through too much and has accomplished so many things to get to where he is. he’s close to abandoning that dream altogether. that is… until he met you.

you were equally as ruthless and powerful. you willingly gave your all to protect him and stumble his enemies. you grew closer to him on a personal level, and soon enough he saw you as worthy enough for his love and to bear your child.

you hissed in both pain and pleasure when he scraped his finger nails against your back as you continued to pound into his used cunt. your mixed releases from previous rounds spilling out against his inner thighs every time you thrusted inside his warm tight walls. his moans raised in pitch every time the tip of your cock hit his special spot.

he begs for you to make him pregnant and to stay with him forever. his arms tighten around your shoulders when you swear that you would stay loyal to him and give him as many children as he wants. you didn’t expect your promises to make him gush slick. you pick up the pace when he cries out that he’s close. you aim to hit directly at his sweet spot harshly, you didn’t think he’d get any louder.

your breathing became harsh when you felt your lower abdomen grow hot, signaling that your orgasm was near. you muffle your moan by biting into your lover’s neck as you bottomed out. filling his overstuffed pussy to the brim, to the point where it started squirting out and dripping down your thighs and his ass.

his thighs that remained wrapped around your waist tighten to an almost dead grip, as if he was afraid of you suddenly pulling out. as if you’d ever do that. your cock remained buried inside his loose cunt until you’ve gotten flaccid. plugging him up with your hot seed. you thought he was finished until he suddenly flipped you onto your back and started furiously bouncing on your hardening cock.

he was determined to milk you dry until you gave him what he always dreamed of. you didn’t complain though, he looked attractive on top of you.

“not enough. i need more. i want your baby.” the way he spoke with unwavering determination would’ve scared anyone. thankfully you always wore red tinted glasses.

arlong, makarov, kenjaku, sukuna, homelander, shigaraki, dabi, muzan, dio, ur fav characters <3

[matteglaze]

Thinking abt Todoroki Shouto, and how he isn't as dense as he comes across...

When reading fanfics Shouto is always oblivious and dense, and yes, I wholeheartedly agree with that—

But i feel like Shouto also does it on purpose, you know? Like, one day you're both talking, and he's just soo up close to your face. 'He probably doesn't realize' you rationalize inside your head, but no, he's definitely aware of the affect he has on you. Your reactions are cute, he thinks, cute in the way he can't seem to stop teasing you.

I think he'd pay extra close attention to people that are close to him, people he holds dear, so whenever you stutter, or your mind goes and blank and you think 'Oh, I hope he didn't notice that—' he does.

I think that's why I like the idea that he's actually a little menance, but the worst part is that he gets away with it !!

Whether it's saying something so humbling and out of depth— something that many would take offense to but think, 'well, he didn't really mean it that way— that's just how he is', NOPE!! he definitely meant it that way, but not clarifying anything saves him the trouble so why should he care yk...

Though, he mostly (all the time really) does it with you. Getting up in your personal space, saying things like "When we're on a mission together, I feel like I can handle anything as long as you're the one by my side"— and it flusters you sooo badly, but no, this is Shouto we're talking about, clearly he didn't mean it like that, right? Right? (And the entire time, he's trying to bite down a Cheshire grin)

So, yes, in the earlier years of being a hero he wasn't really great at communication and unaware of social cues— but now, he's practically evil with the way he acts around you.

Sometimes you think you see it; you're going to call him out on his behavior. There's no way he didn't know what he was doing when he held your face in his hands on a hot summer day, pulling you close and saying, "Is this cooling you down?" (No, actually, this was just heating you up)

But whenever you do call him out on it—

"You know, you're not that slick." You say one day, ice cream cone in hand as you walk next to him, bumping him with your hip. Your eyes slide over towards his mismatched ones, gauging his reaction closely. If you were anyone else you would have probably missed the slight quirk of his lip; the uplift of his brows. But you don't, and the grin on your face overtakes most of your features. Maybe today will be the day he finally admits it. Instead he doesn't speak, takes one lick of his mint chocolate ice cream and then he turns to you, a silent question appearing on his face. A taunt.

You let out a humourless breath, cone tight in your hand as you point it in his direction. Accusing him of something both of you know you won't be able to prove, but he knows you know, and you know he knows you know. But, it'd be really great if he could just admit it, because it's almost like a game.

A game between just the two of you.

"Don't try and act blonde now!" You chide, biting on your bottom lip to control the smile that tries to force it's way on your face.

Shouto smiles at your antics, leaning in close to you, and all of a sudden he completely invades your senses. The smell of mint on his lips is so close, and yet so far. He stares deeply into your eyes, and just as you thought you were getting closer to the truth— he brings his thumb up to wipe absent mindlessly at the corner of your mouth. He pulls back, looks you in the eyes, and takes a tentative lick at the frosty flavour on his thumb. With a cat-like tilt to his head, he says, "I'm not blonde?"

But, the worst part is whenever he speaks about you to others, he speaks so fondly of you; like one would do about their partner— but you guys aren't together. Sometimes he does it right in front of your face whenever you guys are at a hero gala. Shouto sees you talking to a new and upcoming, young, pro-hero and he immediately comes to your side. With how close he is, and with the things he says to them, "I can never imagine myself without them by my side." It gives people the idea that you're both, you know, a thing.

Little do you know, he's been playing this 'game' ever since high school, and even though the two of you aren't exclusive— it doesn't mean he can't get in his fun.

Todoroki Shouto is not good for your health.

[chaepink]

can you write about sub yan cumming too fast and having to overstimulating himself for us ☺️

sub!yan, dom!reader, overstimulation, whining, crying, teasing, masturbation

“I-It hic! It h-hurts, [name]!” Your yandere looks at you with glazed, glassy eyes, tears forming in the corners and falling as he pumps his dick fast.

“But darling, this is your punishment for cumming too fast. You caused this for yourself.”

He lets out a cry as he runs his own thumb over the tip, the pleasure making him shiver and for pre cum to leak out even more. There’s a small puddle of it underneath his dick and it slowly grows larger every time he cums.

You giggle at the lewd sight of his spread legs and how he’s watching your every move, wanting you to get closer and touch him any where.

“F-Fuck [name].” He lets out a desperate whimper. How many times has he cummed now? Three? Four? Your yandere doesn’t know, the pleasure and pain fogging his mind and making it hard to think. All he knows is that he’s close again and although it hurts, he doesn’t want to stop. His hand on his dick speeds up as the pleasure overwhelms him again.

“I-I’m close ah! Please l-let me cum, p-please?”

Grinning at just how pathetic he looks, you nod, wanting to see him fall apart again just from his own hand.

He sees you nod and lets out a cry as he cums, cum shooting out his spent dick and onto his already stained chest and thighs. He looks absolutely lewd like this but he looks so pretty at the same time.

Seeing his hand slow down, you only shake your head at him and he whines, knowing the words you’ll say next.

“Did I say stop darling? You’re not done till I say you’re done baby.”

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[yanluvr]

yan!shigaraki would pathetically fist his cock to pictures and videos he took of you when he believes you didn’t notice him. he follows you to your job, hangouts with your friends, and basically everywhere you go whenever he can; and if he can’t he’ll just sent one of the league members to watch you and report back to him. when shigaraki is playing his dating sims, he imagines the game’s love interest who is complimenting him is you. he only watches pornos if the person is a dom and shares some of the same figures as you.

shigaraki fantasizes about you pulling his hair and calling him names while also praising him and holding him close. he wants your lips to steal his first kiss, your hands and mouth to give him bruises and mark him as yours, and he wants you to have your way with him as you take his virginity.

when shigaraki sneaks inside your bedroom through your suspiciously open window, he goes to still whatever things he thinks you won’t notice are missing until he comes across a piece of paper that was being spot lit by your desk lamp. he walked towards the paper that was written in red ink spelling ‘surprise’. then out of nowhere you jump up from your hiding spot to tackle him onto your bed and put on quirk canceling handcuffs on him (where did you even get those?? he wondered).

you glared down at shigaraki like he was a useless insect, he really shouldn’t be turned on by this, but he is. your nonchalant expression turned sadistic as you watched your pathetic stalker try to blubber out excuses.

“well well well, the infamous leader of the league of villains stealing my clothes like a pathetic stalker. this is too funny. i should just call my many hero friends to take your dirty ass away… but fortunately for you, i pity you. so here’s what’s gonna happen.”

you run your hand down shigaraki’s twitching belly, unzipped the front of his pants, and slipped your fingers into his pre stained boxed to stroke his semi-hard cock into full hardness, all while he was whimpering pitifully and jerking his hips up along the movements of your hand. you watch his face like a hawk, grinning as you watch his expression change to lovesick and pleasure-filled.

“i’m going to give you the best fuck of your life, and in exchange: you’ll take me out on a date. we have a deal, stalker?”

shigaraki let out a shaky breath as he could feel the edge almost reach him, he nod his head and tried to resist kissing you right then and there. “y-yes, i’ll do whatever you want- oh god! f-fuck me, fuck me please!” he pleaded as his hands gripped onto your bedsheets for dear life.

oh you were gonna have so much fun with him.

[finsplurtz]

— put a leash on denki kaminari

y’all know the choker he wears stays on during sex, let him know just how pretty he looks wearing the choker, makes him act up. clip a leash onto him and use him like a bitch you’ll have him moaning like one

“OhHh..~! fuckkk ye..ah~” His face is smushed against the sheets, his knuckles turning white due to how hard he was gripping them. Holding onto the leash and and use it to fuck deep into him while pressing on his back to deepen his arch.

His voice is starting to tremble and turn into small sobs, his smile quivering. you’re slamming so deep into his tummy, his prostate being so roughly grinded against.

“k-keep go..’ng..bou—ta… com..~” He can barely keep his eyes open, his face is covered in tears and drool, his bangs sticking to his forehead, a mess.

He screams a moan, finishing all over the bed. fill him up to the brim and leave him twitching, a stupid fucked out expression on his beautiful face.

[writters-abyss]

"ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ. . ."

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| → ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ

the start of the school year begins, new students arrive and freshmans turn into sophomores. the principal of U.A. decides to hire a new staff member to guard the students of the prestigious U.A. High. what happens if it's shota aizawa's old rival?

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬

𝐄𝐱𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐬

𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐬 [coming soon . . .]

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"ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ. . ."

[luviisabella]

Bakugou does push ups with you on his back.

Majority of the time you’re just reading and enjoying the view of your boyfriend biceps.. other times you’re encouraging him and he can’t help the grin that spreads on his face knowing he’s eating up every affirmation you throw at him.

—

“You’re so strong kats’ you gently place your hands on his back as he continues his workout.

“Yeah ?” he groans and it’s hot, getting him to talk during this is probably your favorite part and he knows it

“Mhm”

“You should show me how those muscles really work tonight”

Now you’ve got him all riled up-

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: yandere, kidnapped hostage reader, prior punishment

♡ GN reader

Thinking about really nonchalant darlings…

Your name is yelled from the bedroom upstairs, shrill and panicked, and yet you stay put—groggy-eyed while pouring yourself a cup of freshly brewed coffee, thinking it’s way too early to be screaming.

The loud steps come second—thundering down the stairs in an angry rush.

Meanwhile, you lean against the kitchen counter and take a slow sip of your mug, awaiting the storm.

He rounds the corner like a livid search dog, nearly slipping at the harsh turn—out of breath, face warped, crazy eyes needing to do a double take before landing on you—stopping dead in his tracks like it was the last place he expected to find you. 

“Mornin'. You look tense…” you drawl, staring back at him over the top of your cup while taking another sip. “Wake up on the wrong side of the bed again?”

Bedhead, in his boxers, he looks at you like you’re the crazy one.

“What? D’you think I ran away again?” You sneer, chuckling dryly as he calms his strained breaths. “Jeez, have some faith. I’m not exactly itchin’ to relive what you did last time.”

He sighs, and his whole muscle-swole upper body sinks with relief, nearly glittering in the ceiling light, glossed in a thin sheen of cold sweat. It’s a real shame he’s a crazy kidnapper, or you’d be all over that willingly.

“You’re not supposed to leave the bed,” he mutters, dragging his hands through his hair in an effort to ground himself again—having been a hairpin trigger away from blowing a fuse.

“You’ gonna punish me for makin’ you coffee?” You scoff, handing him a matching coffee cup.

He doesn’t take it, even though you’d poured it for him and everything. Still looking frazzled, joined by puzzlement at your strange behavior, eyeing the offering with furrowed brows that quickly become suspicious of its contents.

“Oh, come on.” You take a sip from it yourself, proving you hadn’t done anything funny to it while rolling your eyes at him. “I’m just tryin’ to play along.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Kageyama, Sakusa ♡ BLLK – Reo ♡ AOT – Eren, Levi, Zeke ♡ DS – Muzan, Sanemi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[sansfangirl24]

Bakugo to me is the type of person who when you visit him on his patrols, he'll do something to piss you off or scare you

like he'll pretend to be stabbed and horribly injured on the phone, or something then laugh at you the whole time when you tell him you ran halfway across the city just to see him with some food in his hands perfectly fine. Or if your heroes together, he'll call you and say that there was freak accident, and he needs back up and when you get there the villain would already be defeated and everything looking perfect and he would like idk be there filing his nails, sitting on the villains back with one leg crossed over the other and he would look at you with the most judgmental look ever even though he didn't need any help in the first place and he would be like "I thought you loved me. now I know me and the safety of others isn't important to you"

definitely the worst thing he would do though is push you off a building only to use his explosions and save you, knowing he would never let you actually get hurt (he'd unalive himself if you got hurt because of something he did) and he would be laughing and snickering the whole time you're hitting him and calling him a jerk. I never really liked the idea of prankster Bakugo but scaring you half to death because of something Bakugo to me is *chefs kiss* perfection

[fangdokja]

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,247

You should’ve known better than to trust the town’s so-called gentle giant.

People always cooed about him, saying how sweet he was, how harmless. A big ol’ teddy bear with a deep, slow drawl and an easy smile. The kind of man that made grandmothers pinch his cheek and young girls whisper about how lucky some woman would be to have a strong, dependable man like him.

But you? You knew better now.

Because that big, sweet teddy bear had you folded in half on his bed, his monstrous hands forcing your legs back until your joints ached, until something deep inside you screamed in protest. The air in your lungs felt squeezed out, crushed beneath his weight, and yet—he didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down.

His drawl was still there, but it wasn’t sweet now—it was thick with dark amusement, a lazy cruelty as he watched you writhe beneath him. “Aww, sugar, you cryin’?” he cooed, thumbing away the wetness streaking down your cheek, only to smear it over your lips. “Didn’t know you were such a crybaby. Thought you were gonna put up a fight—where’d all that struggle go, huh?”

The bed groaned beneath his weight as he rolled his hips forward, sinking into you with a slow, deliberate force that made you shudder. Your breath hitched—no space, no room, the pressure unbearable. He felt it. He loved it.

“Fuck,” he hissed, half-laughing, eyes flickering down to where your body struggled to take him. His grip on your thighs tightened—too tight, the kind of tight that sent pain spiderwebbing through your flesh, deep enough to bruise. Deep enough to do worse. “You’re squeezin’ me so damn tight, sweetheart. Can feel you tremblin’ all over. Ain’t this just precious? Never thought my first time’d be like this, but damn if it ain’t a dream come true.”

Your mind reeled. First time?

It didn’t make sense—how could he be a virgin when he was fucking you like this? When he was brutal, merciless, dragging it out just to hear you whimper? Every inch of him felt like it had been made to ruin you, thick and hot and relentless. He saw the way your eyes widened, that tiny flicker of disbelief amidst the wreckage of your dignity, and he laughed.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” His grin was wicked, his breath hot against your cheek. “Yeah, sweetheart, you’re the first pussy I’ve ever had. Never had a girl before, never touched one neither.” He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, his voice dipping into something darker, something breathless. “Guess I was just waitin’ for someone real special. Someone I could break in proper.”

He punctuated the words with another deep thrust, making you choke.

He groaned, shuddering, his fingers flexing against your skin—pressure, deep and unforgiving, grinding down against your bones. You sucked in a shallow breath, but it didn’t help. Nothing helped. His weight was suffocating, bearing down like an animal pinning its prey.

“You’re takin’ it so good, sweetheart,” he crooned. “Thought you’d be fightin’ more. Thought you’d be scratchin’ and kickin’, but look at ya—just layin’ there, lettin’ me breed you nice and deep.”

Your nails scrabbled at his arms, but it only made him grin wider.

“That all you got?” he mocked. “That’s just adorable. Poor thing, don’t even know what to do with yourself, huh?”

The worst part was the heat building inside you, the way your own traitorous body clenched around him, gripping him with every slow, punishing stroke. He felt it too, because his rhythm stuttered for just a second before he growled, slamming into you harder—ruthless now, purposefully cruel.

“Fucking hell,” he panted, “you just beggin’ to be bred, ain’tcha?”

Your vision blurred as he folded himself over you, his weight pressing down, forcing you to take him deeper than you thought possible. You were going to break. You could feel it—your insides twisting, your spine arching too far, bones creaking under his strength.

He was everywhere. His scent, his heat, the low, ragged noises spilling from his throat. And that fucking voice—syrupy sweet even as he mocked you, even as he ruined you.

“Bet everyone’d be real surprised if they saw you now,” he murmured, dragging his teeth over your throat, biting down—hard. Not playful. Not teasing. A claiming.

You yelped, body flinching under his, but there was nowhere to go. No escape.

“Ain’t that funny?” he mused, lips brushing the fresh wound. “Everyone thinks I’m some harmless puppy dog, wouldn’t hurt a fly. But you know better now, don’tcha, sweetheart?”

You whimpered, barely able to breathe through the relentless pounding.

“Aww, sugar, ain’t no use cryin’,” he teased, licking the mark, tasting the heat of your skin. “You were made for this. For me.”

He drew back just enough to look down at where you were stretched around him, where his cock was bullying its way deeper and deeper into a place he had no right claiming. A long, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest.

“Mmm, look at that.” He pressed a palm against your belly, pushing down just enough to make you feel the outline of him, buried to the hilt. “You’re so fuckin’ small compared to me. ‘Bout to split you in two, but your pussy’s still suckin’ me in like she don’t wanna let go.”

He moaned, shuddering.

“Filthy little thing. Gonna make sure you’re stuck with me forever.”

His grip turned brutal, nails digging deep, skin bending under his touch. “Think I’d ever let anyone else touch you after this? Fuck no.”

He lifted your hips, changing the angle, and you screamed as he hit something devastatingly deep. His eyes rolled back, and he laughed, nearly delirious with pleasure.

“Ohhh, you feel that?” he groaned. “That’s what I been chasin’. That’s mine.”

His hips slammed against yours with bruising force, his breath coming faster. “Gonna fill you up so full,” he panted, his grip tightening to the point of pain. “Gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

You felt it before he even said it—the way his thrusts turned erratic, the way his breath hitched. His body shuddered, his muscles locking up tight, and then he was burying himself as deep as he could go, grinding against you, making sure he was locked inside as he spilled himself into you with a deep, guttural groan.

You felt it. Thick and hot, filling you in a way that made your stomach churn.

He stayed there, pressed flush against you, rolling his hips in slow, lazy circles, like he was savoring every second of it.

Then, finally, he leaned back just enough to look at you properly. Dark eyes. Heavy-lidded. Drunk on the sight of you wrecked beneath him. But his grin—his wicked, breathless grin—was the worst part.

“Guess you’re mine now, sugar.”

He chuckled, still grinding against your overstimulated body, his breath warm and sticky against your cheek.

“Ain’t no man gonna want you after I’m done. But that’s alright. Ain’t nobody ever gonna touch you again.”

Just me.

His voice was soft, sweet, but there was no mistaking the possessive growl beneath it.

“I’ll be real good to ya,” he murmured, his fingers tracing idle patterns over your trembling thighs. “Just as long as you remember who you belong to.”

He pressed another kiss against your throat, his lips curving into a cruel, satisfied smile.

“Don’t worry, sugar. I’ll remind you as many times as it takes.”

♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr policy, all characters are all of age.

Ace Attorney: Phoenix Wright

Arcane: PTSD! Jayce

Blue Lock: Shidou Ryusei

Boku no Hero Academia: Hawks, Villain! Midoriya Izuku

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: Hiroki Dan

Death Note: N/A

Demon Slayer: Kyojuro Rengoku, Tanjiro Kamado, Tengen Uzui, Zenitsu Agatsuma

Dishonored Series: N/A

Genshin Impact: Childe, Cyno, Itto, Venti, Fallen! Phainon

Haikyuu!!: Daichi Sawamura, Goshiki Tsutomu, Tendō Satori, Yūji Terushima

Honkai Star Rail: Argenti, Boothill, Caelus, Sampo Koski

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: Gon Freecss, Uvogin

I'm Not That Kind of Talent: Deon Hardt

Jujutsu Kaisen: Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori

Kill The Hero: Lee Jin-Ah

Love and Deepspace: Caleb

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Claude, Julian, Suyou

MONSTER: N/A

Naruto Shippuden: Deidara, Haku, Hashirama Senju, Hidan, Kabuto Yakushi, Minato Namikaze, Shisui Uchiha

One Punch Man: Sneck, Stinger, Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: Fang Zheng

TOUCHSTARVED: N/A

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Storyshift Chara, Undertale Frisk, Undertale Sans

Wuthering Waves: Aalto, Brant

Your Throne: N/A

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♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

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♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

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♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

♡ Notice #1. Not all stories are included in the masterpost due to Tumblr’s link limitations. However, most long-form stories can be found here. If you're searching for a specific yandere or theme, this guide will help you navigate The Library of Forbidden Texts. Proceed with caution

♡ Book 6 [you are here]. The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood.

♡ Notice #2. This masterlist is strictly for non-con smut and serves as an exercise in refining erotic horror writing. Comments that reduce my work to mere sexual gratification, thirst, or casual simping will not be tolerated. If your response is primarily thirst-driven, keep it to yourself—repeated violations may result in blocking. Read the RULES before engaging. The tag list is reserved for followers I trust to respect my boundaries; being included is a privilege, not a right. You may request to be added, but I will decide based on trust and adherence to my guidelines. I also reserve the right to remove anyone at any time if their engagement becomes inappropriate.

Test-Phase TAG LIST of “The Red Ledger”: @yanderedrabbles