#Yandere hacker

[2-dsimp]

Yujin is 21, so he's old enough to drink in plenty of countries right? So, what type of drunk is the hacker? Is he more clingy and attention needing than usual? Does he behave with no sense and forgot how to use a door and accidently closes an open door on himself and not know how to get out? That last question is totally not based off my own pet doing that often to herself lol I just think a drunk Yujin would be funny to see, and rather cute if a bit annoying lol. Totally fine if he doesn't drink though. -just a rambling anon

Tw: suggestive

Honestly the hacker is very unpredictable when drunk, he can be melodramatic to happy go lucky or everything in between. Though be warned, he does have his horny switch, which can be activated if someone mentions milk. Since he’s got a heavy lactation kink.

[mic-qw]

Yandere hacker x reader

Warning: Kidnapping, manipulation, emotional abuse, psychological violence.

They met online. He sent a message, and you replied. From that moment on, you started talking. The chemistry between you was undeniable. You liked the same things, vented together... you could talk until dawn.

He was sweet, but not in an overbearing way. He made you laugh and listened like no one else ever had.

After getting to know each other more deeply, you decided to meet in person for a casual outing. He offered to pick you up, but even though you liked him, you preferred to go on your own—just to be safe. He understood without hesitation.

You agreed to meet at his house. He sent you the address. It wasn't a sketchy place or anything that raised red flags. Actually, it was a nice, ordinary, clean house, with plants at the entrance and a stone path leading to the door.

You rang the bell, and within seconds, he opened the door with a smile. He was wearing a light hoodie, and his hair was a bit messy.

"I'm so glad you came," he said, eyes shining.

He invited you in. A faint scent of lavender lingered in the air. The inside of the house was neat and nicely decorated, which surprised you a little.

You first sat in the living room. He offered you coffee—you accepted—and you both sat on the couch. The conversation flowed just like it did online. You laughed, joked, enjoyed yourselves.

Once you finished your drinks, he offered to show you his room. You smiled and agreed.

You went upstairs. The hallway walls were lined with framed photos, probably of his family. When you reached the second floor, you noticed it was dimmer than downstairs. His room was tidy, with a few posters and plants. What stood out most was his computer setup—a large, expensive-looking, professional station.

While looking around, something caught your eye: a collectible figure you had seen online weeks ago but couldn’t afford.

“Wow! It’s beautiful,” you said, stepping closer.

“You like it?” he replied, smiling as he joined you. “Then it’s yours.”

You were surprised and immediately declined. You knew how expensive something like that was.

“Is your room always this clean?” you asked, teasing.

“No,” he admitted, lowering his gaze shyly. “I cleaned it because you were coming.”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or blush. So you did both.

You sat on some cushions on the floor next to the bed. He crossed his legs, resting his hands on his knees, and you leaned back in a more relaxed pose. You talked about everything. Work or school frustrations, shows you were watching, memes. He listened as always, attentively, occasionally tossing in a comment or a joke.

You felt calm with him. He seemed like a good guy.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” he said, standing up. You nodded.

He left you alone in his room. You sat in silence for a moment, simply looking around. Everything was in perfect order. The plants well-kept, the posters aligned. No tangled cords, no stains on the carpet.

You got up—not out of curiosity, just to stretch a bit. You walked around. Approached a shelf filled with figures, programming books, tech manuals, sci-fi novels...

Then you noticed his desk. A shiny mechanical keyboard, gaming mouse, a closed laptop, and three monitors—all turned off. You wondered what kind of job could afford him all that.

And then... a sound.

A notification.

One of the monitors lit up on its own. Nothing too odd—maybe it was set to do that. But the screen that popped up wasn’t random.

You weren’t one to snoop through people’s stuff. You knew it was wrong. But it was a folder. And it had your name.

You didn’t open it. Didn’t even get close. Just stared at it. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe it referred to someone else. But what if it was about you?

You stepped forward. Just one step. Curiosity took over.

You clicked. The folder opened. At first, it didn’t look strange. There were subfolders. Some dated. Others labeled: “Voice,” “Photos,” “Chats,” “Favorites.”

You froze. Your instincts told you to sit back down and act like you hadn’t seen anything. But something in your chest twisted, and you opened one of the folders.

Photos.

That’s when the chill hit you. Every image was of you. Screenshots of conversations, pictures you’d sent him, photos with friends or family. But the worst were the ones you didn’t even know existed. One was clearly taken in your room—from your laptop’s camera. You were changing clothes.

You closed the photo immediately.

You opened another folder: Voice. Dozens of audios. You listened to one. It was you. Laughing, singing, saying meaningless things.

You covered your mouth with one hand. The other still held the mouse. Your breathing quickened. Your heart was racing.

You backed out to the main folder. There was another subfolder. No name. Just a number:

"003"

Videos.

You opened one. It started with the interface of a phone camera. It was you—in your bathroom, showering. Singing as you washed yourself. Filmed from above. As if the camera had been placed on the ceiling.

Your stomach twisted. You felt like throwing up.

When had he recorded that? How?

You closed everything as fast as possible—just before he came back.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

You spun around. He stood at the door. But he wasn’t smiling anymore. His eyes, once warm, were cold now. Empty.

“Why did you touch my computer?”

You didn’t answer. You stepped back.

“I can explain,” he said softly.

Another step back. Still, you said nothing. He stepped toward you—and the last thing you felt was a dull thud to your head.

You woke up to a loud buzzing in your ears and an uncomfortable tightness in your wrists. You were tied to a chair. Ankles, too. The lights were dim, warm. The air smelled of lavender... and metal. It didn’t take long to realize: this was a basement.

Then you saw him.

He knelt in front of you, smiling—just like he used to.

“Finally awake, sleepyhead,” he whispered, like everything was normal.

He gently caressed your cheek with his knuckles. The touch sent a shiver down your skin.

Fear grew inside you. Your vision blurred. Tears welled up.

“Shh... don’t cry,” he said, wiping your tears. “It didn’t have to end like this, you know? But you made me do it, darling.”

His fingers traced the side of your neck slowly.

“Who told you to look at things you weren’t supposed to? To snoop?”

He stood and walked behind you. You felt his breath at your ear.

“But it’s okay... I forgive you. Just because you’re the love of my life.”

He came back into view, crouched down to your level, and smiled. That twisted, sickeningly sweet smile.

“From now on, I’m going to keep you here. With me... forever.”

He lifted your chin with two fingers. His gaze locked on yours—so intense it felt like it could reach into your soul.

“Do you like that idea? Just you and me, my love. No one else. Ever again.”

And without waiting for a reply, he leaned in. His lips met yours—soft at first, almost reverent... but then it turned hungry. Desperate. A wet, possessive kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth without resistance.

You felt trapped. Not just physically. Emotionally, too. Because deep down, a small part of you shivered at that kiss. Even though you knew it was wrong.

When he pulled away, he looked at you with gleaming eyes. His thumb brushed across your lips—now red and wet.

“You’re never going to leave. You know that, right?”

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere Hacker x Reader

Warnings: Usual yandere activities, stalking and masturbation

(Guys I'm running outta Ideas and I wrote this cuz I got hacked but everything's fine now)

He was your typical geek always inside and he was a master hacker, but he only used his hacking skills to troll everybody but that all changed when he met you.

He was on discord when you joined the server at first he paid no mind to you but when he really got to know you he got intrigued and wanted to know more about you and the only way he could do that was to stalk you online.

Unfortunately, you were pretty private online so he couldn't find that much about you, so he decided to use those hacking skills for good use. The moment he saw your face he was mesmerized, he never thought you'd be that gorgeous and from then on he watched you 24 7.

This man had no limits to his stalking he watched you do everything including watching you change, this horny weirdo usually masturbates to the thought of you freshly out of the shower boundaries don't even exist at this point.

He absolutely despises to see you talking to other guys online or simping other fictional characters to the point were he messes with the websites so when you check them, they "mysteriously" crash whenever you want to go on them.

This poor baby works so hard to keep you away from other people online when he cant even muster the courage to send you a message or try to speak to you. (pls give this adorable weirdo a chance)

Sorry it was short I might continue stay hydrated and let me know if any of you guys can make me a pfp☺♥

[noirscript]

call intercept

pairing: yandere!hacker x agent!reader

warning/s: yandere | obsessive behavior | manipulation | stalking | hacking | possessive behavior | implied kidnapping | isolation

note: i miss writing something for yandere hotline.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST | COMMISSION | TIP JAR

The office is nearly empty at this hour. Only a handful of agents work the late-night shift, and most of them are stationed in separate rooms. Fewer employees mean fewer distractions, and fewer distractions mean higher pay. It’s the trade-off for working at 2 AM, for willingly isolating yourself in a job where disappearances are just another workplace hazard. But the money is good—too good to pass up. And so, you endure.

“And that’s why you’re the only one for me, darling! You get it, right?”

You force a bright laugh, leaning back in your chair as you twirl a pen between your fingers. “Of course, of course. You’re very… devoted.”

The caller on the other end giggles, their voice laced with exaggerated glee. “Right? Ugh, I wish I could just scoop you up and keep you forever!”

Fake.

Like so many others, their words lack the weight of true obsession. You’ve handled enough calls to tell the difference. The ones who call the Yandere Hotline for fun—playing pretend, enjoying the fantasy—are harmless. It’s the real ones you should fear. But, strangely, you never seem to get those.

“Unfortunately, our time is up,” you say, glancing at the timer on your screen. “Thank you for calling.”

“Aww, already? Well, I’ll call again soon, my love! Mwah!”

The line goes dead. You exhale, rolling your shoulders as the weight of another empty interaction slips off of you. The pay is good, but the work is draining. Playing the role of someone’s darling for hours on end wears at you in ways you don’t want to acknowledge. It’s why you’ve been looking for a way out.

You minimize the call interface and pull up the job listings you were browsing earlier. Nothing great. Mostly low-paying positions that won’t cover your expenses. Still, anything is better than this place. The way management ignores the disappearances. The way you feel eyes on you even when you’re alone. The way—

Your headset beeps. A new call. No caller ID.

Your stomach tightens.

You hesitate for just a second before answering. “Hello, and thank you for calling the Yandere Hotline. Who am I speaking with today?”

Silence.

Then, a soft sigh crackles through the line. “You’re still here.”

The voice sends an odd shiver through you. Familiar. Low, smooth, and intimate in a way that makes your skin prickle. You shift in your chair, eyes flickering toward the CCTV camera in the corner. The red light glows steadily, watching.

“I thought you’d be gone by now,” the caller continues, voice lined with something almost… relieved. “I saw what you were searching for.”

Your breath stills. The job listings. The open tabs on your screen.

He knows.

“I—I don’t know what you mean.”

A soft chuckle, almost sad. “Don’t do that. Don’t lie to me.”

Your fingers tremble over the keyboard. There’s no flagging system, no way to report calls. The company doesn’t care what happens to you, as long as you keep answering. The only way out is to leave, but even that feels impossible now.

“I get it, you know,” the caller—no, Elias—continues. His voice is so gentle, so coaxing, like he’s trying to soothe a frightened animal. “You need money. You need stability. I understand. That’s why I’ve been helping.”

You swallow hard. “Helping?”

“I’ve been keeping you safe,” Elias murmurs. “Blocking the real ones. Letting the fakes through. They can pretend all they want, but they’re harmless. I made sure of that. I made sure you only had to deal with the easy ones.”

Your heart pounds. The rerouted calls. The strange drop-offs. The fact that you never—never—get the ones who are truly dangerous. It all makes sense now.

“How?” you whisper.

“I have access to the system,” Elias admits. “I wasn’t going to interfere at first. I was going to take down this whole disgusting place. But then… I heard you.”

His breathing stutters, as if just remembering that moment is too much. “I found you.”

Your mouth goes dry. He’s been there all along. Watching from the other side of the line. Pulling strings. Keeping you in a controlled bubble, away from those who would actually take you.

And now, you’re trying to leave it.

“I tried to be good,” he says, voice shaking. “I thought I could just listen. Protect you from afar. But you’re slipping away from me.”

A pause. A raw, desperate inhale.

“Please don’t leave.”

His voice is barely above a whisper now, reverent, pleading. “You don’t understand what it’s like for me. Knowing you’re there, but not being able to reach you. Not being able to hold you. I can’t—” He cuts off, his breath coming ragged. “I don’t want to do anything extreme. But if you go… if you disappear from me, I won’t have a choice.”

Your fingers curl into a fist. “You wouldn’t.”

Silence.

Then, so soft you almost miss it—

“Try me.”

A sharp shiver races down your spine. You glance toward the CCTV camera again, half-expecting something—someone—to be standing beneath it. But there’s nothing. Just the blinking red light.

Elias exhales shakily. “Say my name again.”

You hadn’t even realized you said it. But now, the air between you feels heavier, thick with something suffocating.

The line crackles.

“I could make it so no one else gets to hear you.”

The line hisses, the static thickening like something alive, slithering into your ears. The light on the CCTV flickers once. Twice.

Then, for the first time, it turns off.

And the screen of your computer—your only tether to the outside world—goes black.

A new message appears.

LOOK BEHIND YOU.

The office lights flicker—then cut out entirely.

The room plunges into darkness, the only glow coming from your now-useless monitor. Your breath catches, ears straining for any sound beyond the hum of the dead air.

A faint creak.

The hairs on the back of your neck rise.

Shadows shift against the dim glow of your screen. There shouldn't be anyone here. You're the only one working this late—

Then, the dim reflection on your blacked-out monitor shifts.

A shape. A figure standing just behind your chair.

A breath, so close it skims your ear.

And then, a whisper.

"I told you not to leave me."

noirscript © 2025

Taglist: @hopingtoclearmedschool @violetvase @zanzie @neuvilletteswife4ever @fandangoballs @mel-vaz

[your-local-evil-crow]

Yandere hacker meeting headcanons 

Yandere hacker, who you first met in a Discord server's vc.

He had already been watching you in the server for a while now,(he only joined the server so he could watch you to begin with) but never really interacted with you until then. 

You first talked to him once you noticed his pfp was your favorite character from one of the fandoms you’re in.

He seemed really nice and liked almost everything you liked. So you added him and you continued talking outside of the server.

On top of being nice he was really funny! His demeanor was so unserious that it was honestly really hard to remember the whole stranger danger thing.

As you continued talking to him, you realized everything about him was similar to you in some way, shape, or form. (political opinions, favorite characters, hobbies, etc.)

I mean, it was almost like he hacked into all of your social media accounts and found out what you like just so you’d like him!

You learned really quickly that he cosplayed and cross-dressed in his free time(he also said something about dressing up for missions, but you regarded that as another one of his jokes)

Let's just say you fell for him really fast. He seemed like the perfect partner, and with dating apps failing because you never got any matches, (literally not even one.) combined with having no real friends, you were lonely.

And you best believe he takes advantage of that.

Thank you all so much for reading this! I had to deprive myself from water just to force myself to finish it. 

I can’t exactly think of a name that fits him, so please leave some recommendations. (I want his name to start with an S or L so ig it's kinda limited, other suggestions are still on the table tho)

[ozzgin]

Ozzgin more than ever I really need a hacker yandere out to fight injustice done against me. Because why was my bank account hacked and someone tried it ed to steal 500$ bucks from me. Luckily I was able to lock my card and my bank is sending me a new one but I'm so so anxious at this point 😭

Yandere hacker would never let some twerps swindle me for my money like this(I'm sure they're a bunch of kids since the person tried to buy cs go ). He cares deeply for my digital footprints.

Oof, sorry it happened to you, pookie. Though I doubt a yandere would help you out of the goodness of his heart... content: gender neutral reader, obsessive behavior, manipulation, stalking

Yandere!Hacker always makes sure that your digital presence remains untouched. Through some sheer luck or unknown forces, you've never had to deal with any kind of online misfortune. You'll offer your friends a sympathetic smile whenever they bemoan the persistence of some internet pervert, but you've been spared of such predatory approaches.

You'd almost be tempted to believe that these said malicious attacks are mere myths meant to scare the unseasoned traveler. You've never been hacked, never been scammed, never had your data or photos stolen from anywhere. Maybe you're just particularly careful, you tell yourself.

In reality, you've been under the watchful gaze of your online stalker. He dutifully keeps track of every move and every click you make. If someone were to save one of your photos for later purposes, for example, he'd immediately track them down and make sure they can never access a computer again.

Yandere!Hacker doesn't protect you out of pure, selfless intentions, however. When it comes to invading your privacy, he's a meticulous sleuth constantly outdoing himself. It's just, you see, no one else should have this kind of control over you. From the moment he stumbled upon your profile, he knew you'd be his. Thus, he can't allow anyone else to interfere with his grand adoration.

Your dating apps always fail to show you any matches, your flirty messages from suitors never arrive. He'll watch through the webcam he's hacked into as you sigh, disappointed, from yet another case of being ghosted. Oh, sweet, darling (Y/N), give him a little more time.

Yandere!Hacker isn't quite satisfied with watching you from afar. While it certainly is endearing to observe you in your raw, innocent obliviousness, while he frequently touches himself to the exhilaration of voyeurism, being a passive bystander can become exceptionally boring. He often wonders if your skin is as soft as it looks, or if you smell as sweet as he likes to imagine.

"This can't be..."

Tears well in your eyes as you stare, helpless, at the notification: your bank account has been drained. Someone must've emptied it, and - as a consequence - you are now utterly penniless. Just as another sob escapes your mouth, your screen lights up with a new message. An acquaintance you don't remember too well.

"Is everything alright with you, (Y/N)? I just wanted to remind you that you can always count on me for anything. I mean it."

He leans back in his chair with a grin. Now he waits. You're desperate enough that it shouldn't require much convincing for you to move in with him. Of course you can have his spare room. No, he truly doesn't need anything in return. You're his dear friend, and he's at your service.

You can always rely on him.

[More Yandere Stories]

[vixellate]

Introducing !! -‘๑’- Yandere! Hacker

KATO MIURA ✧ ⌨️❤️‍🩹

. ✧. ┊ "I'm yours. Forever.." / DARK CONTENT! MDNI

Kato Miura. Your childhood friend. Your oh-so innocent neighbor. And your mutual crush. You grew up together - growing closer and closer with each passing year and giving each other many firsts. Your relationship blossomed so naturally. As if it was fate. But he worries. Kato is sick. Too sick. Most days, he can only watch you through a screen! He can't enroll in your university. He can't take you out as much as he wants to. And even if you come to visit him as often as you can, It's torture. He wants to be with you, hold you, feel you...

So, when he notices his cousin taking a liking to you shortly after his family takes him in, he makes a deal with him. With Ivory. The one who can move, walk, and touch where Kato can’t. The one who can take his place when he’s too weak to stand. The one who can follow you to areas where there aren't any cameras or speakers. He doesn’t mind sharing you! He's willing to share with Ivory, as long as you're happy. As long as he can keep you near.

[camirawrites]

still logged in. [part 2]

part 1

tw: obsessive behaviour, cyberbullying, mild swearing

fem!reader

word count: 1314

★ yandere!hacker who used to feel proud every time he wiped a troll off the internet, disabling accounts one by one. it was thrilling at first, the justice of it all. but lately, it feels more like a duty. because now you’re getting popular, and the wolves are circling. jealous viewers. fake friends. disgusting dms. whenever someone calls you a slur or says something cruel, he gets to work. one by one, they fall like flies. you never see the mess. you only see peace.

★ yandere!hacker who beams with pride from watching you thank the chat for being so kind lately, saying how grateful you are for having such a wholesome community. he smiles to himself, knowing it’s only because he took out the trash. after the fiasco with the company refusing to pay your sponsorship, your popularity has skyrocketed, with thousands of people flocking to your channel to support you. naturally, he's happy that his precious lovely lady is getting the support she deserves. but still, moderating your streams for free without your knowledge does pull his attention away from his data-selling business.

★ yandere!hacker who hears you call it fate. a "guardian angel" you joke, laughing off how the trolls just vanish. "someone out there must really love me," you say with a grin. he whispers "i do" to his screen like it’s a prayer. you look so radiant when you're happy, it makes the virtual blood on his hands so totally worth it.

★ yandere!hacker who notices the way your eyes linger a little longer on one viewer’s messages. a new regular. someone kind, funny, a bit geeky and nerdy. someone who gets your references. someone who makes you chortle with their witty remarks and comebacks. he takes a mental note of the person, who goes by the username sunnyboi.

★ yandere!hacker who at first tells himself it's fine, harmless. just a fan who wants to interact with you. but then they collab with you. they get your number. you talk with them off-stream. you sound excited. and after a few weeks of interacting with sunnyboi, you allow him to moderate your streams. it makes the hacker sick. it makes him furious. who the fuck is this bastard who dares to talk with you?

★ yandere!hacker who knows he fucked up by being too kind towards you and giving you too much space. he should have ripped the little weed out before he even got the chance to blossom. frankly, he feels hurt that you would give sunnyboi the role of moderator after a few weeks, whilst he works tirelessly day in, day out to keep your online space safe.

★ yandere!hacker who reroutes sunnyboi’s internet through a junk server. adds a tiny script that makes his stream drop frames every few seconds. enough to make things awkward and glitchy during your collaborations. a subtle chaos that makes him look unreliable. he watches as sunnyboi tries to laugh it off, fumbling with his settings while you stay patient and sweet. too sweet. annoyingly sugar-honey-syrupy-sweet. sweet enough to give anyone diabetes with your mere presence. you apologize on stream, covering for sunnyboi. the hacker watches with narrowed eyes and clenched fists. why are you defending him? why do you sound so worried? you're worried about the wrong person! after the stream, sunnyboi posts a long apology message in your discord dms. the hacker deletes it before you can read it.

★ yandere!hacker who sees how you slowly begin to lose patience with sunnyboi, complaining to him how he should appear more professional when streaming with you. after all, viewers need high-quality streams. he sees how you become more agitated as the weeks go by, and sunnyboi's stream quality worsens.

★ yandere!hacker who does feel sad whenever you're upset. you deserve peace, relaxation, and rest. but he brushes his feelings aside, convincing himself that he's only doing this for your own good. to teach you a painful, yet ultimately valuable lesson.

★ yandere!hacker who leaks a deepfake video of sunnyboi saying awful things about you, how he's only with you for the clout and popularity, how he finds you ugly, unappealing and a fake bitch. he digs into sunnyboi's past and finds things that are... harmless, mostly. old tweets, cringy posts, late-night vent rants. nothing that should ruin someone’s life. but he tweaks them just enough. adds a few lines. removes context. edits a few screenshots. crafts a narrative. lets it leak as well, fueling the controversy. the internet does the rest.

★ yandere!hacker who cackles like a mad dog when sunnyboi's monetization gets flagged. hate raids show up during his streams. it's a perfect revenge.

★ yandere!hacker who, as usual, hides his tracks well. nobody suspects it was him. nobody can trace anything back to him.

★ yandere!hacker who listens to your confused voice on stream as you defend the guy at first. "it must be a mistake... my lovelies, please refrain from making speculations until we have sorted things out..." but over time, your voice shifts. unsure. shaken. you remove sunnyboi from the moderator position and block him on all socials. you stream alone once again, only socializing sparsely with other members of the streaming community.

★ yandere!hacker who watches you fall back into your old rhythm, a little sadder, a little wiser. you’ve stopped talking to most people behind the scenes. you don’t collab anymore with the first person who is nice to you. your streams? they’re peaceful. your community is kind, mellow, tightly knit. you start laughing again and smile more. you start saying things like, "i think i’m okay being alone. Maybe i just needed time to remember what i’m doing this for."

★ yandere!hacker who clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "no, my lovely girl, you shouldn't be alone. you have me, your guardian angel." he bends forward and places a soft kiss on his monitor where your lips are. he imagines the feeling of your soft lips pressed against his. "you're mine... i'm always going to be there for you... your guardian angel." he whispers to himself.

★ yandere!hacker who spends his nights drawing fanart of you. cute stuff. sketches of you laughing, making peace signs, wearing cat ears. silly little au comics he never posts. obviously, it's an au where only you and him exist in the universe, where he has you all to himself. his room is covered in printed frames of your reactions, your memes, your merch. he makes stickers out of your emotes and slaps them on his pc. he might need to buy a new one soon.

★ yandere!hacker who submits one of his drawings under his alias, ilovenekogirls420. it’s a cozy piece of you sporting your signature merch, sitting at your desk with a mug, headphones on, eyes closed with a serene smile gracing your lips. you open it on stream, eyes lighting up as you gasp and share it with your viewers. "this is so cute!" you squeak, your voice radiating excitement you can barely contain. "ilovenekogirls420... i remember you! you're one of my regular viewers! you're so talented! whoever you are, thank you sooooooo much!" you pause for a second, almost asking who the artist is in real life, but stop yourself at the last second. "i wonder what the backstory behind your username is... oh, well. you must like it, and that's all that matters in the end, right?" you smile, close the fanart, and move on, reminding yourself to be careful. you interact with your "lovelies" but keep a respectable distance from them, not wanting to involve them in your private affairs. no need to make everything personal, right?

★ yandere!hacker who leans back in his chair, satisfied smirk plastered across his face, content yet cocky. he doesn’t need you to let him in.

because he’s already there. watching you without you even noticing.

[yanaleese]

Karma but super cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WUV YOU CHUBBY AND ADORABLE LITTLE CUTIE

YOU CAN HAVE ONE YUCA CON CHICHARRON AND TWO YUCA CON CHICARRON-

[untoldstar]

male!yandere hacker x fem! reader

warnings: reader being watched from their webcam without their knowledge, nsfw content, obsessive behavior and infatuation, stalking, readers privacy being breached.

hey! I'm sure someone will find this hot but this is your reminder to stay safe and be careful. It's super easy for someone to watch you at any time. This might be a silly lil post but this is a real thing that happens so stay safe loves and cover your webcams.

yandere hacker! Who simply stumbled upon your webcam one day having done this a million times before, honestly how do people still allow themselves to be so vulnerable like this? it's laughable.

He doesn't care for their files or their credit card information and he isn't selling the footage on the dark web or anything he's just..bored to put it plainly.

yandere hacker! Who watches you do mundane ordinary things, he sits there for hours watching you listen to music, watching your favorite series, type out your essay that's due for next week, he finds himself focusing on how you bite your lips when you're concentrating on the events unfolding on your screen or how you furrow your eyebrows and don't take your eyes off your screen for a second as the words flow out of you when your typing out you essays.

He hacks into your files to read what you write, sometimes sneaking in a small edit of his own on your work hoping you don't notice.

He accesses your monitor so he can feel like he's a part of your routine, bringing his own snacks as he watches your movies with you, reading your texts with your friends, listening to your playlist with you. He only took notice of his growing obsession for you when he realized he hadn't hacked into a single webcam since seeing you. He felt it was really getting bad when he'd find himself spending hours on end at his desk simply staring at you until his eyes became dry and blood shot.

When you're not doing anything particular on your computer he still keeps your webcam on his screen monitor as he goes about his day so that whenever you use your computer he knows immediately.

yandere hacker! Who never used his skills for perverted reasons, he didn't watch webcams to catch a girl changing or find some dude jacking off to porn. That didn't interest him in the least. But when he glanced at his monitor and caught a glimpse of you lifting your shirt over your head, your back facing him, he just couldn't look away, his eyes were glued to his screen. A small tiny voice in his head prayed that you'd turn around even if just for a moment.

He internally thanked god when a ding sounded from your computer, the notification showing up on the corner of his screen as well and for once he found your friend actually useful.

You turn around and walk to your screen bending down and squinting your eyes slightly to read the message and he feels his dick hardening, a visible tent forming in his pants.

It starts to become a habit. A routine even. Watching you get out of the shower, hair still dripping wet, skin glistening and flushed from the hot water. You remove the towel from around your body and chuck it at a nearby chair, starting with your routine by applying your body lotion and oil and that's when he starts getting comfortable in his desk chair and slowly unzips his pants. His favorite part is just about to start.

Wet lewd sounds and heavy breathing fill both of your rooms, he was pleasantly surprised when he discovered that you occasionally like to take care of yourself after having a shower and soon enough he joined in too.

He pants as his hands move quicker around his cock matching the pace of your fingers moving in and out of you, biting back his moans so he can hear yours clearly. With a shaky hand, he reaches over to his mouse and raises the volume. Your moans and whimpers echo loudly from his monitor.

He finds himself liking being a part of your activity here too, he edges himself waiting until you're close so you can both come together. After the first few times, he started recognizing your body's signals, your whimpers become a pitch higher, your pace becomes more sloppy and desperate than steady, too focused on chasing your high, and your hips start meeting your fingers halfway.

His head falls back and he lets out a loud moan as you both come at the same time. Both your hands slow down and your chests rise and fall as you catch your breaths and he feels a warm twisted feeling bloom inside his chest, the way you're both in sync makes him feel like he's there with you, touching you with his fingers inside you instead of your own.

The fog inside his brain clears up and he looks down at his lap to his cum leaking and covering his hand. He feels perverted like he reached the highest level of intrusion. These feelings always swirl around his chest at moments like this but they always go away as quickly as they come because he knows he can't stop.

You're just too sweet, and you seem to have fallen right into his hands and he's not letting you go.

[devourable]

warmup for today: gene experiencing cramps (he has shit pain tolerance)

[2-dsimp]

《The smutty hitman chronicles》

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→【The Hacker: Milkies?】

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! throatpie, deep throating, praise, overstimulation, mention of lactation, breeding, and impregnation.

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『Yandere! Hacker that’s always spontaneous in everything he does. Whether it be from wrecking enemy databases or just casually trolling people online to pass the time. His unpredictable nature shines true in any setting he’s in.』

『Yandere! Hacker who’s the definition of an orange cat boyfriend. Always unhinged and in general an overly affectionate bundle of jittery joy when it comes to his loving darling.』

『Yandere! Hacker who loves everything about you from head to toe and is fascinated time and time again by your body anatomy. Reason why he’s got his hands on you 24/7 and due to his boundless obsession and curiosity. As to how you function on a daily basis being so soft and squishy compared to his lithe and hardened form. Regardless, You’re always kept on your toes whenever you’re in close quarters with the clingy fiend.』

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“Yujin, honey, are you alright? You’re spacing out again.”

『You hummed in an amused tone as you looked from beneath your lashes. To see your hacker boyfriend eyeing you with an intense glint in his sharp feline eyes that were up to no good. You jolted slightly when you felt him abruptly shove his hands down your crop top to greedily cup both of your jiggling boobs. Giving them a good hard knead.』

“Yeah, uh huh I’m fine babes it’s just—Wow! Your tits are so heavy and perky! So perfect to suck on…”

『Yujin drawled, dumbly in pure admiration as he went on to pinch and tweak at both of your nipples like they were joysticks. All the while his fleshy tip lightly dragged against your lips and chin smearing precum all over your face. As you were on your knees fondling his hairless balls and jerking off his pulsating shaft.』

“I read somewhere that mentioned how woman could lactate. Is that true? Of so, can you make that happen like right now, pretty please? I really wanna start milking you plus I’m thirsty.”

『He begged needily as he was completely fixated on your enticing mounds. Which had him utterly whipped at the thought of seeing milk dribble out those puffy areolas. That Yujin adored and revered to be the cutest thing of all. All the while he let out a throaty purr from how you started to lavish your wet tongue on his cockhead coaxing his salty sweet pre straight from the tap』

“Jin, listen I’d have to get pregnant in order to lactate. I can’t just do it at will on my own. It doesn't really work that way hon”

『You explained gently from how oblivious the 20 year old lynx hybrid sounded. Remembering how Yujin admitted that he didn’t have any definitive knowledge on the birds in the bees. Since he was raised in a very sheltered environment for most of his upbringing by strict caregivers.』

“Oh really? Well that's an easy fix! I could easily knock you up if that's what it takes baby cakes! All I gotta do is make sure to cram my spunk in every cute little hole you've got right?”

『Yujin chimed with a fanged lopsided grin and before you could even correct him with the right terminology. He suddenly thrusted his hips, forcing his thick cock deep into your mouth with each drawback of his pelvis.』

“Now that I think about it, I guess creaming your lovely throat would be good for starters~ you’d love that huh baby? I can just tell from from the way that sweet pussy is dripping all over the carpet~”

『He cooed lovingly, staring down at you while meanly squeezing your cheeks to get a close up at his dick. That was stretching open those plump lips that he fantasized kissing for all eternity. You were gripping his thighs for life support trying not to choke』

『As Yujin became Hellbent on pumping your throat full of his jizz to help fulfill his agenda. Of turning you into his lovely milk dispenser so that he’d be able to suckle on your swollen breasts. And admire his litter growing inside of your tummy for hours on end whenever he's slaving away in his room full of monitors and PCs.』

“Oh fuck, I think imma cum soon! You’re doing so good for me, so fucking good! just like I knew my pretty girl would. I swear Imma take the best care of you, make sure that my mate never goes in need of anything”

『He babbled, drooling from the tightness of your esophagus closing in on his throbbing meat. In tandem with how you squeezed his family jewels that were bloated with semen ready to make its home inside of you. And It doesn’t take long before Yujin goes completely ridgid tangling his clawed fingers in your scalp to further plant his crotch right against your face.』

『You could only process a deep hiss escaping your lover as your mouth was filled with nothing but his thick warm seed. He held your head in place and forcing you to savor every last drop of his cum that marinated your tastebuds. Yujin whined softly in protest at the thought of pulling away too soon.』

『The Hacker almost didn’t wanna pull out of your heavenly jaws at all but he still had his quota to fill. So with great reluctance he pulled out and look down at you with satisfaction. Brandishing a smile full of childlike chagrin as he sent you clutching for your pearls with his daunting words. Which hinted at the fact that you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.』

“Welp that’s one hole down baby only two more to go~ but this time I’mma fill ya up more than once since I gotta make sure that it all sticks mkay?”

[devildomartist]

Okay, i'm actually kinda giggling at this but...

Yandere! Scammer. Don't ask me why 😭

Yandere! Scammer who sent you a phishing website, and unfortunately.. It looked a tad bit too convincing. It didn't take long for him to gain access to your info. He stole from your bank.

Stole your identity, creating a fake account to scam other people. But when he went to take one of your pictures, he was stunned. Smitten even. You were beautiful. Your eyes, your hair, the way you smiled at the camera.

Fuck.. He was falling. And he was falling hard.

He gets side tracked, spending the day looking through your stuff and just keep falling in love the more he learns about you. Meanwhile you're on the other side crying on the phone to the bank about the money.

He realizes he can do something about this. So.. He reaches out to you... As a cyber security expert. Intending to help you better secure your account and warning you of other sleezy people (Can't have them falling in love with you. Your information is his and his only... Well, of course also yours too).

So now you have a professional scammer cybersecurity expert helping you track down the man responsible for your plight! (He's purposefully fucking up and going offtrack on the "investigation"). :)

[dolskele]

🥊Luca the Delinquent🥊

→ A shady guy that sells/does equally shady things for PC as long as they pay good $$$

(Luca as a Person of Interest/secret LI)

Personality: Aloof, sadistic

Occupation: Criminal (working under Landry), Student

Role: People of Interest, Love Interests(determinant)

Relationship: Helpful, boyfriend/girlfriend(determinant)

Interests: Money, the Player

Unique Stat: Trust

· Shop includes: Dismissing (kidnapping) LIs (Kylar, Whitney, Avery) through sending them to the Underground Brothel/Remy's Farm/???

·Sells hard to get items, protection to ward people off (police, molesters), etc

·Even though he has a lot of money, he lives in the Barb Street Flats (PC can encounter him there)

·Mean + demeaning in a teasing way, can and will get violent

·If PC reaches high trust, he's unlockable as a LI lol

(You reach high trust by spending a lot of money)

^^^ him getting won over with sweet hard cash

(Extra info in tags for fun)

[wishful-thinking-is-dumb]

Platonic Yandere John Wick

John Wick x Continental Employee Reader

It was a quiet Saturday morning at the Continental, it wasn’t very busy this time of year. Besides all of the shady hitman and crime lords that stayed here periodically. Well, it was only hitmen and crime lords that stayed here due to the hotel being a neutral zone. There were dire consequences to anyone who broke the code.

You somehow found yourself employed here after you got mixed up in a bad situation. You were good with computer, and the man at the front desk thought it would be a lovely idea for you to put your skills to use.

Your job on paper is the IT department, you are the whole department. You help Winston, the older man at the front desk, with any computer issues that he might stumble upon. You help with the Wifi, cable and anything to do with electronics.

But The Continental also offers a new service to its VIP members, a resident hacker. Guests can hire you do do some freelance work for them. You’ve done a couple of jobs, hacking into emails and encrypted hardware for hitmen.

It was stressful work, and the people who hired you have made sure that you won’t be a loose end. You haven’t spoken much since you found yourself in the Underworld, but at least you have free food and a room.

You are in the lounge, trying to figure out what’s wrong with one of the lamps, it wouldn’t turn on. You are pulled from your thoughts when Winston approaches you, you stand up from where you are sitting on the carpet.

He looks over all of the wires that you have pulled from the lamp, he frowns a little. But at least you promised him that you would clean up after you were done messing around with the lamp to see if it could be saved.

“No luck?” He asks, a polite smile on his face. You shake your head slightly, glancing down at the lamp laid on the floor. He sighs a little, seemingly disappointed that the lamp was unsalvageable.

“A shame, it was an antique.” He states as he watches me start to clean up, getting all the screws and wires out of the way. You don’t reply to his comment, and he doesn’t expect you to respond either. You don’t talk much.

“Don’t worry about cleaning up, I’ll get William to do that.” He says, that smile still on his face, it never quite reaches his eyes. William is one of the bartenders in the lounge, he usually is in charge of generic upkeep in the lounge when there aren’t any guests around.

You huff as you stop cleaning up your mess, standing up and facing Winston again.

“Do you need something?” You ask him quietly, wanting to get to the point. You aren’t one for small talk. Winston sighs in mild amusement, he finds your blunt demeanor endearing.

“I do need your assistance. One of the guests requires your services.” He says in his customer service voice. You nod a little as William approaches and starts to tidy up your mess, putting the broken lamp into a garbage bag.

“I’ll go get my computer..” You mumble, walking out of the lounge and into the front lobby.

“Where are they?” You ask Winston quietly, there are a couple of people hanging around in the lobby.

“Mr. Wick is in conference room 2 on the second floor.” Winston replies, handing you your computer from where he keeps it behind the front desk. You take the computer from him and nod.

You enter the elevator in silence, you press the button for the second floor and you wait. The air in the elevator is thick, you are anxious. You hope that you don’t get a target on your back by helping this man. There is always a risk.

You exit the elevator and step out into the hallway. To turn to the right, past a couple talking to each other and into Conference Room Two.

You close the door behind you, and at the end of the long table, is a man in a black suit. It’s John Wick, what could he possibly want from you.

He nods in greeting, seemingly thrown off by how young you are. You couldn’t be more than 19, how did you get mixed up in this line of work?

You give an awkward smile, and you sit to his left at the table. You open up your computer and you turn it on. You are unnerved by the way he is looking at you.

“What do you need done?” You ask him quietly, booting up some of your hacking softwares. You glance over at him before you look back at the computer screen.

“I need you to trace this frequency.” He says, sliding you a USB drive. This will be a little difficult, tracing a frequency from an audio clip? You could be here for a while. You take the drive and you connect it to the computer, you pull the audio clip and drop it into one of your softwares.

He watches as you type away on the computer and as you compare frequencies from all over the globe.

It takes you about half an hour to tell him the rough location of the frequencies origin.

“Munich, Germany.” You mumble, turning the computer screen to him. He hums, and he hands you a large golden coin. The currency of the underworld.

“Don’t you think you’re a little young to be in this line of work?” He asks quietly, his accent Russian-American. He tilts his head a little towards you, waiting for your answer.

You shrug, looking away from him and turning the computer screen back towards you. He frowns a little at your non answer.

“I’ll talk to Winston about letting you go, you’re to young for this.” He says firmly, standing up from his chair. You close the computer and turn it off.

“I’ll be back in a couple of days, I’ll discuss this with Winston before I leave.” He pats you on the shoulder as he passes you, he leaves the conference room and closes the door behind him.

[vixellate]

Is Kato a yandere too??

Are you playing me rn or..