#yan blog

[fangdokja]

You skate for freedom, but he’s about to make you his trophy.

Yandere! Hockey Captain

Word Count: 485 words

"You should’ve stayed on the ice, princess. That’s where you belong. Not here. Not with me." His voice is a chilling snarl, the echo of a predator savoring its cornered prey. His gloved fingers dig into the soft flesh of your jaw, tilting your face upward, his massive frame casting you entirely in shadow. "But it's too late for that. You should have ran away when you had the chance."

He’s the star player of your school’s rival hockey team—a man whose name carries weight like a sledgehammer. His reputation? Brutal, unyielding, feared. On the ice, his aggression is unmatched. Off the ice, his charm conceals something far worse.

"You skate for art; I skate to win. That’s the difference, little ice princess. And that’s why you’ll never outrun me." He’s watched you glide across the rink for months, an ethereal figure of grace and poise, completely out of place in his violent world. The first time he saw you, he hated you—wanted to shatter your perfection. But, now? He wants to keep it. Forever.

He cornered you after practice one evening, sweat slicking his brow as his skates carved into the ice just inches from your trembling form. "You look so scared," he whispered, grinning like a wolf. "Good. You should be."

His obsession is surgical, precise, cutting into your life with chilling calculation. Your skates go missing before a competition. Your partner is mysteriously injured. The locker room reeks of his cologne, though you never see him enter. You do, however, see him in the stands, watching you with eyes that burn like a dying star.

"Don’t act like you don’t like the attention," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "You think I don’t see the way you tremble? It’s cute, really. Makes me want to ruin you even more."

His touch is suffocating. When he finally corners you in the rink’s dimly lit storage room, the cold blade of his skate presses against your thigh—a silent promise of pain should you resist. "No one else can have you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair. "Not them, not the ice, and especially not the world."

Blood on his knuckles, sweat dripping down his temple, he drags an unconscious rival skater out of view. You’re screaming, but it doesn’t matter. "Shhh," he coos, his hands wrapping around your shaking shoulders. "You don’t need them. You’ve got me."

His love is a prison, dark and inescapable. When you wake up in his apartment, your hands bound with torn hockey tape, he’s sitting across the room, his hockey stick resting lazily across his thighs. "Welcome home," he says, the wicked grin never leaving his face.

"I’m your biggest fan now," he whispers as he leans over your trembling form, his voice a low growl. "And you’ll learn to love me. Even if I have to carve it into your pretty little bones."

You’ll never step on the ice again. Not unless it’s for him.

[rebpup]

i think a partner whos just as mutually obsessive and is a little freak about me would fix me rn. like yes oh my god need me, stalk me, send me creepy asks, tell me all your twisted fantasies, let me hurt myself for you, own me, make me your favourite.

[slxve]

"Sorry I already Love someone”

Surely you won’t mean that after I beat the shit out of them right ?

[crushingcasanova]

I want to go to places with you. Museum dates, aquarium dates, picnics or walks--anything with you sounds like the most fun idea ever. I'll take you out and take care of everything, love, as long as you're with me.

[seraph-fallen]

claim me as only yours. tie up and chain me. do whatever you wish with me. show me your love in every sick way you want.

i will thank you for it all.

[moonthebunny]

I’m desperate and pathetic. It’s all for you, I just want all your attention, please? I don’t deserve you but please?

[tillscure]

please send questions for shi who spins tales ^_−☆！

okay fuck it. making a yandere ask game.

🎀 - would you tie your darling up??? using what???

💋 - what's your love language?

💌 - do you write love letters for your darling??

🔪 - would you hurt your darling???

💻 - do you stalk your darling???

💊 - is your darling addictive??

🩹 - what would you do if your darling hurt themself??

⛓️ - do you have multiple darlings??

🩸- do you like blood??

💉 - how far would you go to get your darlings love??

[the-real-loser-otaku-girl]

Mfs say they want a "yan gf" till their actually obsessive and annoying

[jias-obs]

sigh i wish i had someone to talk too all the time. to spam with messages. to love. to adore. to just. be in the presence of all the time.

[w1l11am]

My first day without you will be my last day in general.

[fangdokja]

In this prison, there are no rules—except for his.

Yandere! Prison Warden

Word Count: 815 words

The iron bars clanged shut with a metallic scream, the sound ricocheting through the damp, desolate halls. He always made sure you heard it—a cruel ceremony of finality, a reminder that every door in this labyrinthine prison led nowhere but back to him.

He stood there, broad shoulders darkened by the dim, flickering fluorescents above. His uniform strained against his chest, every sinew rippling with power as though the fabric itself protested containing him. His shadow stretched long, cutting across the grime-encrusted floor, swallowing you whole even before his gaze did. Those eyes—shards of obsidian, glinting like knives—carved into you, stripping away any pretense of strength you thought you still possessed.

“You’ve been naughty again, haven’t you? You filthy worm.” His voice was a low rumble, as though the earth itself were growling beneath your feet.

Your breath hitched, the silence that followed his words louder than any scream. He noticed. He always noticed.

Stepping closer, his boots fell heavy against the floor, each step deliberate, like the ticking of a clock counting down to your undoing. The air around him felt different—he carried an oppressive heat, a suffocating intensity that seeped into your skin, branding you with his presence. His hand, large and calloused, wrapped around the iron bars of your cell, the veins in his forearm bulging grotesquely with restrained force.

“You think I don’t see the way you fight it?” His lips curled into a sneer, and his tone dipped, almost tender—mocking. “The way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention? You’re a terrible liar.”

His free hand reached into the pocket of his uniform, pulling out a key that gleamed wickedly under the poor light. He twisted it slowly, each metallic click loud enough to echo inside your ribcage. When the door creaked open, it felt like the walls themselves leaned in, conspiring with him to trap you.

“There are rules here,” he continued, stepping inside, the space shrinking with his sheer presence. “Rules you’ll learn to follow.”

You stumbled back, heart hammering, though there was nowhere to go. His smirk widened as you pressed yourself against the wall, trembling like a caged animal. His shadow fell over you, eclipsing the pale, flickering light until all you could see was him. His scent—a mixture of musk, metal, and something faintly coppery, like old blood—invaded your senses.

He crouched, his massive frame folding with a deceptive grace. The proximity was unbearable. His breath fanned your face, warm and slow, as though he were savoring your fear. His hand reached out, fingers brushing your jaw with a touch that was too gentle to be anything but sinister.

“You’re so delicate,” he murmured, his voice thick with mockery and something darker, hungrier. “So breakable. Do you know how easy it would be for me to take everything from you?”

His thumb traced the curve of your cheek, the calloused pad rough against your skin. “You think you’re strong, don’t you?” he mused, tilting his head as though studying a particularly fascinating insect. “That you can resist me. But look at you now, trembling, trying to disappear into the walls.”

The smile that split his face then was horrifying, a grotesque display of teeth. “There’s no escape from me. Not here. Not ever.”

His fingers curled around your throat, not squeezing, just holding—asserting his dominion. The pad of his thumb pressed against the hollow at the base of your neck, feeling your pulse race like a caged bird.

“Do you feel that?” he asked, voice dropping to a whisper that slid into your ear like a blade. “That’s fear. That’s submission. And I’ll make sure you learn to love it.”

When his grip tightened, it wasn’t to choke but to pin you, to remind you that every ounce of strength he had could snuff you out in an instant. His other hand, deceptively gentle, brushed a strand of hair from your face. His touch lingered, savoring the softness, as though cataloging every inch of you for later.

“You’ll call me cruel,” he said, leaning in so close his lips nearly brushed your ear. “But cruelty is love when it comes to you. Because if I didn’t care, I wouldn’t bother keeping you alive.”

The words left you frozen, the weight of their meaning sinking into your chest like lead. He stood then, towering above you, his shadow a living thing that stretched out to claim you.

“You’re mine, fuckin' filth,” he said simply, his voice devoid of any pretense of affection. It was a statement of fact, as immutable as the bars of your cell, as cold and unyielding as the chains he fastened around your wrists before leaving you in the dark.

And as his footsteps faded into the distance, you realized that the worst part wasn’t the silence he left behind—but the way a part of you longed for his return.

[ambrosiabloodd]

healthy love is cute i guess, but obsession? hell yeah. spam me, call me, yell at me, hurt me, degrade me, mess up my mental state, tell me i can never leave, give me rules, make it so i'm dependant on you. obsess over me, possess me, in every sense of the word, leave your mark on me. ♡

[rebpup]

how do you flirt?

stalking

[gurokichi]

What is my purpose? It’s to be yours, of course. I’m meant to serve you. You’ll want for nothing as long as I’m by your side.

[virtualimouto]

I only exist for you my love, they don't see me, they don't matter, I'm yours yours yours ..

[bugcorpses]

i want to be the only one you depend on. i don't want you to depend on others. what would they know about what you need

i know i can become what you'll need whenever it's necessary

so please stop looking at her stop talking to her stop acting like she earned it she doesn't deserve that praise