#stars tw

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

as newspapers today dont tend to hire children, a modern day Tintin would run a clickbait YouTube channel, except the clickbait is 100% real every single time

he starts off as an irritating conservative pundit at 14, meets Chang then leaves the think tank paying him and launches his own independent channel and blows up shortly after. Chang helps with video editing and managing his socials and they often chat on video calls between adventures. Haddock, his foster dad, has absolutely no knowledge of his earlier videos.

[cal-kestis]

i love arm

[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

♡ A/N. Re-upload lol.

If you want to be added or removed from the tag list, just comment on the MASTERLIST of The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood. Thank you.

Official TAG LIST of “The Red Ledger”: @save4h , @rofkshinee , @songbirdgardensworld

❤︎ Fang Dokja's Books.

♡ 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.

♡ 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

[guildfordd]

DIEGO LUNA as CASSIAN ANDOR in Andor, Season 2 official trailer

[galactic-rhea]

probably the only instance ever anakin dares to talk back; as a kid dfsdfdfdsg

first || prev ||

[tip jar!]

[ziggy-solarecreator]

@jakeromanoart A FABULOUS piece I commissioned from Jake!

[wileycap]

AITA for striking my (M43) son (M20) when he rejected me as his father?

I understand that the title might have you thinking the worst, but please hear me out.

I didn't have a relationship with my son for basically all his life. This was due to my circumstances at the time: I went through a major personal tragedy and was severely injured, to the point of being on life support. To this day I have a lot of issues with my health.

I recently reconnected with my son. I immediately invited him to meet my boss (M92), in hopes that I could set him up with a job opportunity. I feel that this is significant. As far as I know, my son has been working in menial jobs in agriculture, but then apparently chose to leave that life and - to my shock - join a criminal syndicate.

I felt as if getting a good government job would be a way to turn over a new leaf in his life, especially given his past. However, he immediately became combative. I attempted to give him some guidance in managing his emotions, but he rejected that as well.

I'm sad to say that the argument became physical. Some blows were exchanged, but in the end, I was angry enough to strike him. I immediately felt very bad, and decided to offer him the government job on the spot. He rejected me again, and chose to leave very abruptly. I haven't had any contact with him since.

So, AITA?

Edit: Yes, I admit that to call it striking him was an understatement. To clarify, I cut off his hand.

Edit: However, I feel like it should be stated that I myself am a quadruple amputee and we have excellent healthcare.

Edit: I did not immediately identify myself as his father when we met. I think this was my mistake. I think he would have been much more receptive of my message had I done so. As it stands I only told him of our relationship after I had struck him.

Edit: My wife is not in the picture. To my knowledge she passed before his birth.

[dreamidoodles]

Emergency Contact in which the mission goes Wrong. some undercover ratiorine, some crossdressing but heavy on the emetophobia warning !! and mentions of drugs/poison

end!

”peacock” is their code word they use when there’s an emergency on either side (it was ratio’s idea), the poison ratio drank is aventurines eye color (not literal, just for the sake of visuals and i did try to keep this on the lighter side

i did this all for ratio whump

[kadzu3]

Kirionacore

[cheezitofthevalley]

space-themed pixels

[staticwaffles]

ANDOR | Season 2 Trailer

[hypertechnica]

in the middle of reading nana visitor’s book on women in star trek and i’m in shambles . i’m in shambles

she details in chronological order the women casted in star trek, their individual experiences and hardships as well as their marks left on audiences

the section detailing her own experiences as kira as well as an actress had me very emotional,,, i never knew the amount of things she endured + the infinite love she has for her character really adds context for her incredible performance in ds9

[arachnid-party]

made these like a year ago for valentines. is this anything

[youreturnhome]

KILL YOU GET RID OF YOU OPEN UP YOUR RIBCAGE TAKE OUT MY HEART THAT BEATS IN YOUR CHEST!!!

[fangdokja]

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,108

You shouldn’t have come.

The moment you step inside, the air shifts, thick with the scent of leather, wine, and something darker. Your stomach knots. The restaurant is dim, intimate, the kind of place where secrets linger in the corners, where the candlelight flickers just enough to make shadows dance. It’s the kind of place where no one looks too closely at anything that isn’t their own business.

You shouldn’t have come.

And yet, you did. Like a fool. Like a dog answering its master’s call.

He’s already waiting.

Your boss—your cruel, insufferable boss, the man you loathe more than anything—is seated in the booth, one arm stretched over the backrest, the other lifting a glass of dark red wine to his lips. He looks up when you enter, eyes hooded, lips curling in a knowing smirk. As if he knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. As if he knew you’d come crawling the moment he beckoned.

“Sit.”

His voice is smooth, laced with something you can’t name. Something dark, something dangerous.

You hesitate. For a second. Just a second.

A mistake.

His smirk widens, as if you’ve amused him, as if he likes the way your body tenses, the way your throat bobs when you swallow. He gestures lazily to the seat across from him, but when you take a step toward it, he clicks his tongue.

“Not there.” A slow exhale. His eyes rake over you, slow, assessing. “Here.”

Your stomach lurches. You glance around, but no one’s paying attention. No one is looking. No one will help you.

You step closer.

His legs spread, just enough to make space for you, just enough to force your body to press against his when you lower yourself onto his lap. His hands are on you instantly, gripping your hips, firm, unyielding. The heat of his body bleeds through your clothes, through your skin, until it’s inside you, suffocating, cloying. His breath is warm against your ear.

“Good girl.”

Your blood runs cold.

His fingers trace slow, lazy circles over your bare thighs, inching higher, higher, until—

You stiffen.

No. No. That’s impossible. You know you wore them. You remember sliding them up your legs before you left your apartment. And yet—

Gone.

The realization slams into you, sick and dizzying. Your breath catches, horror lodging in your throat. When? How? A phantom sensation lingers on your skin, something you can’t quite grasp, something that makes your stomach twist itself into knots.

“You didn’t wear panties for me?” he muses, voice dripping with mockery. “How bold.”

Your hands shake.

He already knew. Of course he knew.

His hand slides under your skirt, fingers teasing your slit, spreading you open. You flinch, thighs trembling, but you don’t dare move, not when his other hand tightens around your waist, anchoring you to him, holding you in place. Not when the restaurant hums around you, the quiet murmur of conversation a suffocating backdrop to the filth happening right under their noses.

“That’s right,” he breathes, fingers slipping inside with humiliating ease. “Stay still. Let me feel how wet you are.”

Your whole body burns.

You want to tell him to stop. You want to shove him away. But you can’t. You can’t.

Because you know what he’ll do.

You know what kind of man he is.

His hand wraps around your throat, tilting your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes gleam with amusement, with something darker, something cruel. The smirk on his lips sends ice down your spine.

“Don’t make a sound,” he warns, thumb pressing against the hollow of your throat, feeling the frantic pulse beneath your skin. “Or I’ll make sure everyone sees just what a little slut you are.”

Your lips part, but no sound comes out.

His fingers curl inside you, pressing against that spot that makes your body jolt, your thighs clenching around him. He chuckles, low and pleased, before pulling his fingers free, dragging them up to smear your arousal over your clit, circling slow, deliberate.

You don’t want this.

You don’t want this.

But your body betrays you, hips twitching, breath stuttering, shame coiling hot and tight in your gut.

Then—

A zipper.

Your breath catches.

No. No, no, no.

You shake your head, panic clawing up your throat, but his grip is firm, unyielding. His free hand slides down, gripping your hip, forcing you to feel it—the thick, heavy press of him against your entrance.

“Take me inside,” he orders, voice a low growl.

You don’t move. You can’t.

His hand tightens around your throat.

“Do it.”

Your body jerks as he pushes up, forcing himself inside, stretching you, splitting you open around the thick intrusion. You choke, nails digging into his shoulders, the pain sharp, blinding. He groans, low and satisfied, burying himself to the hilt, filling you, stuffing you full.

“Fuck,” he breathes against your neck. “Look at you. Taking me so fucking well.”

Your vision blurs.

It’s too much. Too deep. The position makes it impossible to adjust, impossible to breathe. Your nails bite into his suit, desperate, grasping, but he doesn’t care. He shifts, hips rolling just enough to make your body jolt, to make you whimper, a sharp, broken thing that dies in your throat before it can escape.

“Move.”

You shake your head. His grip in your hair is sudden, yanking your head back, exposing your throat. His hips snap up, sharp, punishing, and you slap a hand over your mouth, biting back a cry.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, thrusting up again, making you jolt. “You’re gonna sit here and take my cock like a good little slut, and you’re gonna smile like nothing’s wrong.”

His teeth scrape over your jaw, his voice a whisper of filth.

“Unless you want them to see.”

Your whole body tenses.

You know what he’s saying. You know he’ll do it.

So you move.

Your thighs burn as you lift yourself up, only to sink back down, your walls clenching around him. His hands grip your waist, guiding your movements, forcing you to take every inch, over and over. Every shift, every grind, every slow roll of your hips only pushes you deeper into humiliation.

“Fuck,” he groans, tilting his head back, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Look at you. Look how fucking desperate you are.”

You want to deny it. You want to scream. But you don’t.

Because he’ll make you regret it.

Because he always gets what he wants.

A flicker of movement catches your eye.

A phone screen.

Too late.

Your stomach drops.

Too late.

His lips brush your ear, smug, satisfied.

“Smile, sweetheart.”

♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.

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

Ace Attorney: Barok van Zieks, Miles Edgeworth

Arcane: N/A

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

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

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A

Death Note: Light Yagami

Demon Slayer: Giyu Tomioka, Muzan Kibutsuji, Rui, Yoriichi Tsugikuni

Dishonored Series: Daud

Genshin Impact: Alhaitham, Ayato Kamisato, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Kaeya, Pantalone, Scaramouche, Rex Lapis

Haikyuu!!: Atsumu Miya, Futakuchi Kenji, Kenjiro Shirabu, Oikawa Tooru, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintarou, Tendō Satori, Tetsurou Kuroo, Wakatoshi Ushijima

Honkai Star Rail: Anaxa, Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Jiaoqiu, Mr. Reca, Nanook, Sunday

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: Seunghyeon Kang

Hunter x Hunter: Ging Freecss, Hisoka Morow, Illumi Zoldyck, Knov, Leorio Paradinight, Pariston Hill

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

Jujutsu Kaisen: Kenjaku, Naoya Zen'in, Ryōmen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Shiu Kong

Kill The Hero: Park Yong-Wan

Love and Deepspace: Caleb

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Aamon, Claude, Gusion, Suyou

MONSTER: Johan Liebert

Naruto Shippuden: Deidara, Hashirama Senju, Hidan, Kakuzu, Madara Uchiha, Zabuza Momochi

One Punch Man: Amai Mask, Child Emperor, Stinger, Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: N/A

TOUCHSTARVED: Vere

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

Wuthering Waves: Aalto, Brant, Scar

Your Throne: Eros Orna Vasilios

If you want to be added or removed from the tag list, just comment on the MASTERLIST of The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood. Thank you.

Official TAG LIST of “The Red Ledger”: @save4h , @rofkshinee , @songbirdgardensworld

❤︎ Fang Dokja's Books.

♡ 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.

♡ 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

[nomohmoss]

With each triumph, you must confront yourselves anew, peering into the depths of your hearts and acknowledging the potential for malevolence.