Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Yuuta coddles you even more than before. He placates your constant crying with your favorite snacks, activities, and other sources of entertainment. 

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He does weird things unprompted. If you have your socks off, he’ll randomly touch your toes, maybe even put them in his mouth if he’s down there. He doesn’t care if you kick him and give him a bloody nose again; he loves every part of you, especially the shocked noise you made that has him aching in his pants. Good thing he doesn’t care about your boundaries!

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Yuuta can’t help but regale you with declarations of love and loyalty, sometimes getting mist eyed and overwhelmed that he gets to spend every waking moment with you. He would do anything to keep you safe, and tells you every dark secret he has (most pertaining to things he’s done for/to you).

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Yuuta understands at first; it’s a scary transition. But over time, he starts to take it more personal, wondering why you fight the person who feeds you and gives you nothing but love</3 Eventually he would restrain you or use other more medicinal methods to subdue you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Yuuta really hates when you try to escape :( He’s understanding at first, but as time goes on, he begins to take them very personally… and if you get particularly close to escaping, he’s not above handicapping you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

In the case you do get close to escaping his grasp, it’s when he forcibly removes your ability to walk. If not, it’s the constant violation he subjects you to; Yuuta has forced you to do really strange, humiliating, and painful things…

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Yuuta enjoys the current situation you have; him going out on missions every so often that end with him coming back home to you. Eventually he would like to trust you enough to roam the rest of the house when he’s not present, but that will require some serious stockholm syndrome on your part.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

At first it drives him crazy to see you merely speaking to another man; wondering if he’s not good enough for you anymore. But just as quickly, he snaps out of it with a hand at the hilt of his blade. Why is this strange man bothering you, anyway?

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Yuuta gets really nervous when he’s around you, buzzing with the urge to consume you whole. You can tell he’s suppressing something which registers in your mind as creepy. As hard as Yuuta tries, he just can’t really be normal in your presence. 

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

The way Yuuta imagined it would go, is not how it went at all. He had this fantasy of meeting you under the cherry tree, confessing his love to you with his heart racing in his chest, maybe even kissing you. In reality, it was a rainy day, sitting across from you at some diner, when he chokes on his words that he is desperately in love with you, and has been since the moment he met you. And he’s grasping your hands way too hard, and doesn’t let go when you try to pull away. He may have overdone it.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I think Yuuta is mostly himself, just more unhinged. He feels way too comfortable telling you his every waking thought and lacks impulse control when it comes to doing things to you. He’ll put his tongue in your ear just to see what it feels like, not caring to even ask first.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

It depends on the offense. If it’s something small, he won’t do much except chide you.  However, if you say something really nasty to him, try to escape, or deliberately hurt yourself, you leave him no choice but to pull the noncon card… 

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

X

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

I would like to say he’s relatively patient? At least, he doesn’t lash out on you when you complain or cry about your situation. It just makes him sad to see you like that, and he gives you as much space as he possibly can before he crawls back and humps your leg or something.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you die or successfully fall off the face of the earth, Yuuta will not be much longer for this world</3 (whether that be by neglecting his health afterwards or straight up falling on his sword)

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

I think he would pretend to feel guilty about it, but truly, he has no remorse. With him is where you are safest, and he would do it all again in a heartbeat. And of course he’s never letting you go, silly!

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Yuuta is desperately afraid that you’ll be taken away from him. It definitely stems from his experience with Rika. Speaking of which, he acts much like the cursed spirit by constantly being at your side and crossing your boundaries whenever he gets the chance. 

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Yuuta will brush away your tears, but something deep and dark inside of him likes it. He can handle when you scream, but doesn’t want to alert the neighbors so he usually tries to shush you. Isolation doesn’t make much of a difference when he’s the only face you’ll see for the rest of your life :D 

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Yuuta is a strange individual. He has a lot of perverted fantasies that he wants to reenact, loves to force you into compromising positions and make you feel icky. But he always makes sure to give you extra treats afterwards!

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

The best way to weaken him is to play into his fantasy. He’s bound to make a mistake then; forgets to lock the door or leaves his phone unlocked. But it will take a lot of time, and by then, you may be stockholmed already >.<

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

As in physical abuse, I think it would be a last resort. But of course he hurts you when he wrestles you down on the bed and grabs you way too tight with those clammy hands of his, spearing himself into you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Yuuta believes he met you for a reason, that you two are destined to be together. He’s seen crazier things in his lifetime. He’s willing to give you whatever you want (minus your freedom) if it means you’ll love him.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Yuuta already hears wedding bells the first time he meets you. He tries his best to build a friendship with you, but he stumbles and fumbles over himself, unable to hide his feelings from you. Whether you reciprocate or not does not change the fact that you will be living in his basement very soon!

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

You swallowed, not sure if that was a good or bad thing for your leg. You leaned back on the steel table, cold against your exposed thighs. His hand pushed your knee against your chest, pressing his body weight against your side as he did so. You weren’t sure what this could tell him about your knee; it felt more taxing on your hips than anything. 

“Is it bad, doc?” You laughed, nervous from his intense silence.

His hand probed from the back of your knee down to your glute, massaging the tense muscles. You couldn’t help but groan from the stretch, tipping your head back at the excruciating yet pleasurable sensation.

Then you felt a finger slip between your skin and the fabric of your shorts, prodding at your cunt. You seized up and he quickly drew back, clearing his throat and wiping his nose.

“Just ice it and get some rest.”

With that, he left the training room. You pressed your legs shut together. Surely he didn’t mean to do that… his finger must have slipped. It was an accident; he had pulled away, hadn’t he? Oh god, you wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye after this… how embarrassing! But it would be okay, neither of you would speak of it again. 

Sanemi was a good coach—assistant coach and athletic trainer. At first, you were terrified of him. He had a nasty reputation on the field; you had never seen a player given so many red cards. But he was an amazing striker, scoring more goals even if he did tend to hog the ball. All it took was one unfortunate injury to ruin it. You had gone to that game; it wasn’t pretty.

You knew this probably wasn’t where Sanemi wanted to end up, the assistant coach to his hometown’s small college soccer team. He was only a few years older than most of the players, which sometimes didn’t help his case. Half the team hated him and his short temper, while some would whisper how he’d boned their older sister when he was in his prime. 

Of course, you got along with him just fine. Not that you were close with him, but you respected him as a coach. He wasn’t such a bad guy if you just listened to his critiques. Most times, his corrections played in your head when you made the game-winning goal. 

You noticed that after the incident, he was a bit snappier with you. You could make the same mistake as your teammate, but you’d be the one to run the mile instead of them. Didn’t make the pass? That’s ten pushups. Any wrong move and you were subject to stadium runs. 

By the time you returned from your punishment, practice would be over. With your teammates filtering out of the locker room, you’d be on the metal table for another inspection. And the slips became more frequent, pushing your boundaries more and more. People were starting to notice.

“What’d you do to piss him off?” One of your teammates asked in the locker room one day as they slipped on their jersey. 

“Yeah, Coach Sanemi has been running you ragged.” Someone else piped up in the crowd of sweaty bodies. “Did you say something about his leg?”

Another voice. “He’s very sensitive about that.”

“Or is it something more… personal?” The teammate you shared a locker with, one you considered a friend, raised the question.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You hoped your face didn’t give it away.

“Wait, are you fucking him?” A dramatic gasp that called for everyone’s attention. “Is that why?”

“No.” You huffed, fixing your shoelaces. “And it’s not like that, either. He’s just an asshole.”

“I dunno… Maybe he’s only hard on you ‘cause he likes you.” Your “friend” says in a sing-song voice.

You slammed your locker door before storming off, fists clenched at your sides.

“Well he’s definitely rubbing off on you with that attitude.”

At practice, when he tried to make you do some ridiculous punishment lap because you messed up a play, you stood your ground. 

“I’m not doing that.” You huffed. “How are we going to be prepared for an actual game if I’m not here?”

“Who says you’re going to be in the actual game?” He fired back. “And for talking back, you’re walking the track for the rest of practice.”

You wanted to spit at him, but you bit your tongue. Fuming, you stomped around the track until the sun went down and the floodlights went out. Everyone had already been dismissed by then, but Assistant Coach Sanemi watched you from the sidelines.

“Can I go now?” You finally asked when the track brought you close to him. The frigid air bit at your raw skin. “I’ve been walking for hours. Practice is over.”

The moon didn’t light his features; you could only really see make out his silhouette.

“Did I say you could stop?”

You stopped dead in your tracks, frustration bubbling in your gut. “Did I hurt your feelings or something? You’re being so unfair to me, making me do these bullshit exercises for no reason—”

“Unfair?” He laughed, stepping closer and enunciating his next words as if you couldn’t understand him. “I’m your coach. I’m supposed to train you. When you don’t perform well, I have to discipline you.”

“But it’s stupid shit!” You yelled, throwing your arms in the air. “It’s shit that everyone else does—”

“But you’re not everyone else, are you?”

He wasn’t yelling, but his words rang in your ear. It was only then you realized how close he was to you, nearly chest to chest. The air which was cold and breezy became still and humid in the blink of an eye.

“You’re special.” His eyes flicked down your body, illuminated by the moon. He reached for your arm, but your reflexes were quicker as you stumbled back. 

“Don’t.” You said in your sternest voice. “Don’t touch me.”

He rolled his eyes, following each time you pivoted away. “You didn’t seem to mind the other times.”

Your stomach dropped. So he was doing it on purpose. Fear creeped into your frustration, going cold in the pit of your stomach. Silence fell over you as you floundered for a rebuttal. You made one last attempt to appear big before the predator in front of you.

“You’re a fucking loser.” Your voice dripped with venom, if a little unsteady. “Just because you can’t play doesn’t mean you have to make everyone around you miserable.”

There must have been some truth to your statement, because his hand seized your throat, effectively shutting you up. Your eyes bulged from the pressure, your vocal cords flattened. He shook with a rage you had only seen from him once—when he sustained the injury that made him your coach and not a professional athlete. The memory flashed in your mind, an image of him so small on the field from your view in the bleachers, him screaming FUCK!!! as he looked at the monstrosity that was his leg.

You tried to push him away, but it only led to a struggle that had you pinned to the turf with him on top of you. When you tried to kick him, he painfully drove his knee into your bad one, forcing it sideways against the ground. You squawked at the pain.

“Even with an injury, I’m still stronger than you.” He whispered coldly in your ear. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.”

“My- my knee!” You wheezed beneath his choking grip, mind focused on the future instead of the threat on top of you. 

“What? Scared you’ll end up like me?” He laughed. “A fucking loser?”

You clawed at his hands around your throat, but he only applied more pressure to your soon-to-be injury. Howls of pain escaped your mouth as you felt a tendon in your knee quake, close to snapping. 

“I’m sorry!” You fawned, tears blurring your vision. “I’m sorry, Coach.”

“Now you’re sorry?” He drawled lowly. His free hand prowled over your body. “You were being such a brat just a minute ago.”

A sob flooded from your mouth as his hand slid under your jersey, feeling the expanse of skin. His fingers fiddled with the underwire of your bra. 

Inviting a co-worker to your husband’s house from a job you weren’t even supposed to have in the first place. You had just been so lonely lately, and the man resembled Suguru just enough to spark something inside of you. So you invited your male co-worker over for drinks while your husband was meant to be away.

Thinking back on it, Suguru must have been watching somehow. He must have known you had gotten a job to collect a little money for your eventual escape and said nothing. But it seemed he drew the line at some strange man entering his home and making out with you in his bed. That was the only way he could have gotten there so fast, releasing a shikigami to pry the guy off you and wrestle him to the floor in a flash of blood and anguished screams until he went silent.

The bed jostled with Suguru’s weight.

“Who was that stranger?” He tutted condescendingly, smearing blood across your cheek. “Are you alright, honey?”

You tried not to focus on your peripheral vision; the crumpled body of your co-worker who was never supposed to be here in the first place. If you had never gotten that job, never tried to leave…

“How did that thing get in here, anyway? You didn’t let him in, did you?”

Despite your efforts to speak, no words came. You could only stare up at him, in nothing but your underwear, covered in blood that was not yours.

“You weren’t cheating on me, were you? No, my good girl would never do that.”

His face hovered above you now, his long hair obscuring your vision of the other man on the floor. Part of you was grateful.

“But it wouldn’t hurt to check…” His fingers slid under the waistband of your loose shorts, beneath your panties, feeling the wetness there. Suguru hummed as he rubbed you. “Hmm… are you this wet for him or for me?”

“You,” you gasped instantly.

His eyes darkened, a leering grin forming on his face. He crawled down your body, wiggling your shorts and underwear off. Once bare, Suguru wasted no time in tasting the sweetness between your legs. You were completely embarrassed; none of this was going the way you expected, and part of you felt silly as you twitched under his dexterous tongue. You couldn’t stop yourself from writhing as his tongue jabbed at you, eliciting cries from your throat. Your hands pressed at his shoulders; to push him away or for purchase?

You had missed Suguru like this, moans bubbling from your lips as you began to rut into his face. His arms wrapped around your thighs, spreading you as wide as he wanted, devouring every morsel. 

You don’t know how long it went on. You trembled beneath him as he licked your cunt raw with his fat tongue, and worked you with expert lips. Yet, your body hovered at a painful precipice, ready to snap your body in half but never quite reaching it. And it was becoming too much.

The moans that escaped you were choppy, mixed with harsh breaths as you struggled to stay still. Sweat rolled down your neck, and your back cramped from the perpetual arch it was in. Not to mention, your insides were burning alive from Suguru’s tongue.

“P- please…” you finally gasped. “Please.”

His eyes flicked up, eyebrows furrowing as if to ask please, what?

“Let me cum.”

You felt the smirk on your cunt as the rapid flicks of his tongue turned into languid laps. The tips of his fingers snuck into your hole, and a generous hand of his reached up to choke your breast. It felt like being struck by lightning, your vision fuzzing around the edges and your body going taut before release.

For a moment, it was only you and Suguru. It was only the aftershocks of an orgasm and heavy breathing. 

“I’m sorry I’ve neglected you so long, little love…” he comes up to press kisses against your burning hot neck. His hands fumble at his lower half, pulling his trousers down enough to guide himself into you. The stretch made your eyes roll, hands grasping onto his shoulders. “Is this better?”

You hummed in agreement, taking a moment to look down at where he penetrated you. The sight made you whine before your head lolled back, training your sights on him instead. He was so handsome, just as you remembered. 

“You know just how much I love you, don’t you?” He groaned as his hips rocked in and out of you. “You know you could have anything you wanted. You would only have to say the word.”

You were too cockdrunk to process his words, just moaning yes as you relished in every stroke of pleasure he bestowed upon you. How could you ever think someone could do it better than him?

“The next time you need something, just ask.” He purred in your ear as his cock nudged a tender spot inside of you. “No more of these senseless jobs and disgusting co-workers. You only need me. I can give you everything.”

Suguru was reaching his end quickly, but so were you. It had been much too long since you’d last been intimate together; and obviously you weren’t the only one pent up. You tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him in for a ravaging kiss. His own hands fell onto your clothed chest, prying the garment off so he could feel your nipples between his fingers. 

You moaned into his mouth as you came, tugging on his hair while your hips bucked from the pleasure. Suguru quickly brought a hand down to your hips to keep you steady as he chased his high inside of you. You held him close as his warmth pooled inside of you, scratching the itch only he could relieve.