Ziaron's Abode

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The Stalker.

Title: Sway Me [Yandere L x Reader]

Synopsis: The one thing you have left is your ability to not eat. And now your kidnapper wants to take even that small consolation away from you. Commissioned piece.

Word count: 3044

Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, reader has an eating disorder, explicit eating disorder behaviors (including discussions of not eating, purging, hiding food) and eating disorder thoughts (mentions of calories, emptiness, nutrients, etc)

The sensation of a supremely empty stomach is a familiar one. You’ve been hungry before. Not just hungry, but empty. Running on nibbles and bites, or sometimes nothing at all. Fumes. Starving yourself until there is the wholly odd, unnatural sensation that feels like the interior of your stomach is trying to eat itself for want of anything else.

The quiet relief from these sensations is familiar, too. Relief that your stomach isn’t distended, that there’s nothing inside you but what you put into it. A blissful control that makes you feel, if even for a moment, that you are holding the reins.

So yes, yes, yes. All of that is familiar, memories that reach back so many years, from the first time you skipped a meal and felt powerful for it.

But the setting… the setting has changed. The company, too.

“Is your stomach bothering you again?”

Stalker yanderes who try their best to press themselves as far into the back of the closet as possible, begging to whatever diety out there that you don’t find them. And as they shift as quietly as possible, their hands come across a soft fabric. Imagine their surprise when they pick it up in the darkness and make it out to be your panties. 

Stalker yanderes who jerk one out in the closet, muffling their moans and heavy panting with your underwear, inhaling your scent deeply. 

Stalker yanderes who wrap it around themselves and bite down harshly on their shirts, trying their best to keep quiet as they come to completion. 

Stalker yanderes who hide silently in the closet, watching through the narrow gap between the doors as you do your little thing and start settling into bed. Who then creep out once they know you’re asleep and decide that they need a little reward for waiting patiently inside the cramped space.

Stalker yanderes who are quiet about their wants, simply relishing in a simple touch as you snore the night away. They cop a feel of your breasts, gently roll it around their fingers. Ones who just want to press up against you, give you a slight squeeze and pretend that this is normal, that they’re your boyfriend who came home from work late and not a perverted stalker who trespassed into your house. Others that like to kneel on your bed, press their crotch close to your face and watch you sleep as they rub one out and blow all over you. Some might clean you up, others might believe a little marking is necessary and leave. 

Stalker yanderes who jump onto your bed and tackle you, startling you awake and pinning you down, holding your arms in a vice grip. Who straddle your waist and kiss every inch of you, licking their lips slowly before kissing you fully. Who muffle your screams and cries with their mouths and hastily grab and grope, rubbing themselves up against your thrashing legs like it doesn’t bother them.

Stalker yanderes who don’t hesitate to take what they want from your struggling form, but others who just murmur soft praises and compliments, who promise that if you don’t kick it’ll be nice and you’ll both feel so good. 

Stalker yanderes who beg for forgiveness with soft words of love and devotion, who whisper apologies into the crook of your neck and kiss it tenderly even as they thrust viciously into your body, watching your eyes lull back and forth with exhaustion. 

Stalker yanderes who get lucky, getting to hold you in their arms as you pass out. Who can pretend that this is all normal, that this is meant to be, who whole-heartedly (and delusionally) believe that you’ll wake up tomorrow and accept them in your bed, accept them buried in between your legs and in your cunt.