#yandere hacker

[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"). :)

[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

[camirawrites]

still logged in.

tw: doxxing, bullying, mild swearing

fem!reader

word count: 1303

part2

★ yandere!hacker who used to be that kid everyone called a genius, the one who solved logic puzzles for fun and finished coding bootcamps before puberty, but all that ever got him was jealousy and resentment. kids shoved him around in school hallways, told him he talked too much about things no one cared about, his teachers hated the way he made them look dumb. his parents didn’t understand, they thought he just needed to try harder to fit in.

★ yandere!hacker who got into the most prestigious college in his country, only to find out that he constantly felt understimulated. by semester three, he stopped showing up. by semester four, no one noticed he was gone.

★ yandere!hacker who stopped going outside altogether and learned how to disappear instead. the world made more sense from behind a monitor, where he could build his own version of reality, one with rules he understood and people he didn’t have to talk to.

★ yandere!hacker who only left his house for college exams and passed with flying colors. after graduating he didn't feel like becoming a corporate slave, waking up daily at 5 a.m just to reach office at 9 a.m and return home at 7 p.m if he was lucky. he didn't take well to authority, hr, the whole shtick. after all, they're all bullies who claw their way to the top of the corporate ladder, crushing any competition in their path, keeping the worker ants in their place and squashing anyone who dares defy their authority. he'd prefer doing something independent.

★ yandere!hacker who gets a sick kind of adrenaline rush every time he breaks a firewall, finds a forgotten backdoor, and when a secure server folds under his hands like wet paper. the deeper he digs, the more he starts to realize how valuable the things people try to hide really are. he becomes his own ecosystem, a one-man black market, hoarding stolen data and selling them like he's a merchant on the silk road. he doesn't ask who the buyers are or what they want to do with the information. he doesn't care. you want data? he'll sell it to you. for the right price. everyone pays, eventually.

★ yandere!hacker who wasn’t looking for anything in particular that night, just scrolling through a streaming site, hoping to kill some time, until he stumbled across a small stream with soft lighting and a laugh that made his chest ache. you were sitting there with your silly overlay and your chat full of inside jokes he didn’t get, and still, he couldn’t look away. your smile feels like static on his skin, something about your voice made him feel like there was more to life than codes and numbers, and he stayed for the whole stream without even realizing it.

★ yandere!hacker who starts watching every time you go live, even when his eyes burn from lack of sleep and he hasn’t eaten since yesterday. you talk to your chat like they’re your friends, like every username is a real person you care about, and he starts to wonder what it would feel like to have you say his name in that same tone. he clips every time you laugh, every time you thank a donor, every time you look just slightly off-camera. he stores the clips on his pc, replaying them every time you log off.

★ yandere!hacker who finds it adorable the way you call your fans "lovelies." you say it with that little sparkle in your voice. so bright, so warm, so damn cute.

★ yandere!hacker who creates a profile and starts sending cute little donations during your streams, just enough to be noticed, never enough to seem obsessive. he draws fanart too, even though his hands shake when he works on them, and he spends hours perfecting every detail, trying to emulate your favourite art style. when you react on stream, your face lighting up with surprise, he covers his mouth and nearly cries. you said his username out loud. you smiled at it. you said thank you.

★ yandere!hacker who starts sending more fanart, each piece improving upon the last. seeing your wide, bright eyes every time you see his gifts is enough to make his day. he sends you one extra special piece. you open it without much thought, without knowing it contains the key to your online space. it’s a banner art for your channel, in high quality, completely free to use. his message reads: “for my favorite lovely lady💌.” you gasp aloud, covering your mouth with your hands as you try to stop the tiny tears of gratitude from falling down your face. "thank you, ilovenekogirls420. it's... beautiful," you manage to say, trying your best to not laugh at the cringe username.

★ yandere!hacker whose breath hitches as you say his username. he finds it endearing, the way you try to keep your composure. but he's even happier that you let him walk right into your life. he can hear your breathing. your laughs. your hair as it brushes against your headphones.

you gave him the key.

you didn’t even know it.

★ yandere!hacker who knows your lock screen wallpaper now, hears the music you play when you're cleaning, watches the way you curl up on the bed to answer emails after a long stream. you cry sometimes when you think no one’s at home, rub your eyes with the heel of your hand, look so tired and so alone that it makes his throat tighten and fists shake with rage.

★ yandere!hacker who starts starts checking your inbox, your DM drafts, the brand messages that never get replies. he sees it all: the missed payments, the eviction notice, the sponsorship brand who ghosted you, the rude pr agent who brushes you off in the emails. he grits his teeth, enraged. those fuckers used you. they dared to mistreat the one person who he has grown fond of. there will be hell to pay.

★ yandere!hacker who snaps. he hacks into the sponsor’s internal communications system. he finds spreadsheets, payroll records, contracts. he reads their internal emails, their petty office complaints, their careless jokes about how easy it is to take advantage of small creators.

★ yandere!hacker who gets to work with an ice-cold demeanor. he publishes the ceo's address, phone number, social security number for the whole world to see. he posts anonymous leaks. he sends a whistleblower document to every major news outlet he can think of. even if he gets caught from being too sloppy, he doesn't care. he's doing it all for you. he wants justice for you.

★ yandere!hacker who grins as the company panics after a few days. he watches with amusement as they email you, offering to pay you back triple of what they owed, plus a huge bonus. it would be enough to cover living expenses for a whole year.

★ yandere!hacker who watches you cry on stream the next day, overwhelmed and grateful and stunned that someone, somewhere, had your back. you thank whoever helped you, call them your guardian angel. he stares at the screen for hours after the stream ends, hands shaking, whispering that he’d do it all over again if it meant you’d smile like that.

★ yandere!hacker who, for now, is content with how he handled the situation. the way he rewrote your reality from the shadows makes him feel useful, like he has a purpose again. he doesn’t need recognition, not yet. still, he hopes to break the digital boundary with you someday. he imagines what your voice would sound like in the same room, not filtered through a screen. he imagines reaching out, not through your phone, but with his actual hand. would you flinch? would you scream? would you understand?

only time will tell.

[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?”

[mydrink-n-my2step]

Hacking To Your Heart-Yandere Hacker x Chubby insecure reader

You stumble upon an ad for a malware app, unbeknownst to you, it's an invitation to potential stalking.

Author's Note//: AHH Mira's back again! I hope this story is okay for y'all. Let me know what I can do better. BTW: Best Buy is an electronics store where you can also get your technology items fixed by the workers (Geek Squad)

TW//: Fluff, attempted angst, mild smut, masturbation, misuse of work uniform, stalking, internet hacking, Revenge, spoiler: excrement(NOT KINKY, revenge use), y/n is afab, y/n is also pretty desperate. Okay, I hope y'all enjoy this.

DISCLAIMER: I don't condone these behaviors. Please do not act out these actions that my characters commit. PLEASE DO NOT!!!!

6.5k words

Yandere Hacker x Chubby Insecure reader

Five months. It has been five months since he saw you. In January, at his job at Best Buy, you asked for one of the Geek Squad members to help fix your computer screen, which unfortunately had the infamous blue screen of death. You wanted to cry when others before him couldn’t solve your tumultuous problem. They were incapable, teenagers who wanted to make money, so they lied on their resumes that they were experienced in tech. However, Yandere Hacker was more experienced in his field and life. 

You were so thankful once you saw your normal laptop’s wallpaper. It's the dull background you contemplated a week before the change that put a toothy grin from ear to ear. Something in the back of your mind told you to kiss him, but you shut that down immediately. 

Aloysius felt proud of himself, seeing your smile. How your chubby cheeks moved and your eyes creased. It wasn't just the fact that he solved a customer’s problem, but seeing the look on your face, that was the kicker. He loved it when customers expressed their gratification, yet this was different. He was figuratively eating up your joy. Licking the plate and all. “How much is it?” You asked, though he didn’t respond; he was too busy lapping at you. You waved at his face so he could snap out of his daze. “I-I only pressed a few buttons. D-don’t worry, ma’am, it’s on the house.” He was going to miss seeing you in his workplace. Even after his shift, on his way to McDonald’s for dinner, in the shower, and in his bed, he still remembered you. There was Something about you that brightened his day and many more days, weeks, and months to come. 

February came, and despite it being great that he didn’t see you, because you didn’t have any electronic problems, he was still melancholic about that reason. At least come around to buy some snacks or walk around the computer section. He’s aware about your computer being faulty, dammit he only pressed a few buttons and factory reset your old ass electronic. When did you get that computer anyways? In 2015???? Anyways.

February 14th came around. It was typically a day that Aloysius avoided or simply didn’t care about. Until you showed up. He was wiping down the cash register and locking up when the doors slid open. There you were, dressed in a shiny sheer black dress with a pink hibiscus starting from your lower abdomen to your knees. You had on these black Mary Jane flats that had a black bow on them. Your hair was flat-ironed and bumped at the ends, the rest was up in a bun. You were going on a date. But first, you had to drop a gift off.

“Good evening, how may I help you today? Oh, it’s you!” He says, unfortunately, cringing at his response. 

“Um, hi, I wanted to stop by and gift you something.” You opened your bag to pull out a tiny box of chocolates. You had ordered them from a Swedish chocolatier in town. It was a luxurious selection. Almond chocolate, Hazelnut, A strawberry coated in dark chocolate, toffee-covered chocolate. A chocolate orange peel and a bonbon. Luckily, Aloysius wasn’t allergic to nuts. He opened the box, despite knowing his boss would scold him. Fuck it, I’m the manager. “This is for me? Thank you so much, ma’am.” He said, popping the hazelnut one into his mouth. Though he was severely lactose intolerant, his shift was only 30 minutes left. 

“No, I wanted to thank you,” You read his nametag, “Aloysius, nice name. I wanted to thank you for what you did a few weeks ago. That was actually my work computer. I was going to return it the day before, but you saved me, so I bought you a gift. I hope you liked it. I don’t know what you like, so I got some of the popular flavors.” 

“Again, thank you so much! What’s your name, if you don’t mind? I would like to see you again, outside of this store, of course.” 

“It’s Y/n, and here’s my Instagram.” You gave him your Instagram account. He does have an account, though he doesn’t bother to use it at times. But this time, he might bother checking you out. At home, he typed your account in, seeing it pop up in the search, he pressed it. Y/n L/n, a fellow tech nerd and your zodiac sign emoji. That was it, but you had a plethora of photos. Your post count was 580. Was he going to scroll through all your posts all night, maybe, did he care that he was going to stay up all night stalking your Instagram account? Hell no. 

Later that night, he was already at post 301 when he saw that you had finally followed him. And also posted a story. Oooh, a story, maybe she’s talking about me?

In your story, you had posted a picture of an original meme that was captioned, When a series of dates went horribly wrong, so you wrote you your diary about how the world doesn’t want you to meet the one. A little dramatic, but okay. 

Poor Y/n, he thought, immediately going to your DM’s to text you. 

@alo.wtf: Hey Y/n, how are you?

@your_insta_acount: Nothing

@alo.wtf: Are you sure? Your story says otherwise.

@your_insta_acount: Ok, I went on a date, and they stood up on me

@alo.wtf: Oh, I’m sorry

Don’t worry about that person! They don’t deserve you!

@your_insta_acount: tysm Aloysius, but I just can’t help but think I’m the problem. 

Maybe it’s because I’m not pretty enough. 

@alo.wtf: What? You’re so beautiful, Y/n! It’s pretty clear the guys that try to knock you down are pricks! 

You’re gorgeous.

Maybe I went a little overboard with that text. He thought, unsending the text message right away. Unbeknownst to him, she already saw it. 

@your_insta_acount: U rlly think that? 

@alo.wtf: ofc

—-—-

Fast forward to now, you are searching online for a way to watch your favorite show without the costly fees. You weren’t in the mood to pay for any streaming services. To you, they were your enemy, sucking away your paycheck just to give you the bare minimum, like a deadbeat boyfriend. You clicked on a website that had plenty of pop-up ads that you couldn’t remove, or else they would lead you to another website. Some of them fake porn webcams. This scenario bothered the hell out of you, so you decided to watch your favorite YouTuber. Of course, you waited for the ads to end. All five million of them. But one had caught your eye. It was a computer malware protection ad that was a minute long. It showed an older woman who was talking about her computer being plagued with viruses. So her son recommended an app that she could use. The advertisement previewed the app before telling you to download it. 

Something in you didn’t want to download the app, but you felt the need to. So you went to grab your phone, and went to the App Store to search for the app. When you found the app, it had few to no reviews and zero downloads. It must’ve been a new app. But the description was pretty convincing. So you downloaded it. At first, it asks for your name, then your email address, and your pronouns. Weird, but you allowed it. It did ask for your Social Security number, but you decided not to put that in. At first, it was a requirement to put your SSN in, but the screen had glitched when you weren’t looking, changing it to “Optional”. So you skipped that part and were finally in the app. You were in. In the system. 

On day one of using the app, you noticed that the camera light was blinking red. It was night, you were busy…doing something important. Long story short, you were touching yourself. The lights were dim, and you had just turned your Hitachi wand on to the highest level. It was a night of disappointment and pleasure. Another failed date led you to this. Your fingers caress your nipples, you grind against the wand’s head. Muffled breaths leaving your mouth as you grind on your bed. The video you were watching was of another person pleasuring themselves while their partner watches from the side. The freak you were. 

Nights like these, you wished it was another person stimulating your poor pussy. Maybe that cute guy at your nearest Best Buy, what was his name again?

“Ah…ahh, ugh, Aloy…Aloyy~” You moaned as you came undone in your panties. Grinding against the Hitachi one last time to ride out your high. Dropping your phone on your bed, your hand lies gracefully against your hot pillow. Unbeknownst to you, another person was watching you the whole time.

 Aloysius was his name, and stalking was his game. 

Meanwhile, Aloysius was sitting by his gaming setup, in the dark, watching your face as it contorted to an orgasmic face. Your mouth was moaning his name unintentionally, from thinking about him. Aloysius and his blue uniform shirt, his charismatic demeanor, and his shiny, dark, wavy hair that went past his shoulders. 

He wondered what else you could be thinking of. Accidentally gave himself an erection. He rubbed himself through his pants, your constant breathing arousing him more. His work pants were about to be stained with his precum. He remembered when you showed up in that tight dress. The tropical dress that insinuated your curves and showed your pudge. The way your breast filled up the top. Your hair and the way you smell. That cutesy brown sugar smell you had that nearly had him hard at his job. Your voice and that box of chocolate. You must want him and he knows it good and damn well!

Aloysius’ fingers unbuttoned his pants hurriedly. He was too impatient to unzip his pants, so he shoved his hands into his pants. Gradually jerking himself off. Rubbing his head while he was leaking precum still. His index finger pad was going slowly, so he could enjoy the pleasure. Since you put your phone away, he closed his eyes, picturing you in that dress again. You and your pretty smile and cheeks. He imagined provocative things about you, too. You are doing unbelievable things to his imagination.

Soon, he would ejaculate in his pants. Grunting while saying your name out loud. Sure, his neighbors would’ve said something, IF he had neighbors. He lived pretty far from his job. His house is tucked away from society, in 15 acres of woods. It was not much to be considered living in a rural area, but he enjoyed believing that. 

Once he was done, he opened his eyes, looking down at his mess, then flicked his eyes at your screen. You were deleting the video from your phone. Your eyes are squinting at your screen. He chuckled at you, grabbing a tissue to wipe away his ivory mess off his pants. He was going to enjoy this so-called malware app of his.

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It was the month of May. You were taking a hiatus from dating apps for a short period to focus on yourself and work. And so far, it has been a bummer. 

You were gaining weight from stress eating. The girls in your recent work meeting were making backhanded compliments on your project. No one in the Zoom meeting was confident or cared enough to say something. You felt zeroed out. Being one of the only plus-size members of your team of game designers. The staff often behaved like piranhas with their crude comments. 

Some days, you would binge on fast food; other days, you would starve yourself. It was unfortunate for you and Aloysius. He knew something was up when he caught on with you skipping some meals and only going out to walk for hours. It felt like torture to him, seeing his baby harm herself to please others. If she were with him, he would protect her from those types of people. Sure, he was not the brawny type, but with his technological arts, he was capable of hacking into people’s technology. Playing mind games and even taking their information and selling it online. 

Aloysius took this opportunity to DM you on Instagram. He waited for several minutes for you to open your phone and see his message. 

@alo.wtf: Hey Y/n  :{

….

You never opened your phone. You were busy crying in your bed. And he was able to hear. Oh, if only he were there to console you in his arms. Go through your recent work messages and harass the people who were picking on you. Wait, that’s exactly what he will do! Opening your Messenger app, he went through your chat log. Pressing on a person’s name. He figured out through previous messages was the person who was harassing you the most. This girl is named Amanda. Saying backhanded stuff about you and your project. Prepare for what tomorrow brings her. 

@your_insta_acount: Hey Aloy

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You showed up at work, seeing people crowding someone’s cubicle. Amanda’s. When you walked by, you stopped, seeing her items covered in shit. Yes, human waste. You wanted to laugh, but if you did, your coworkers would suspect you of being the culprit. So you walked by your only friend, Jeffrey. 

“What the hell happened?” You whispered. 

“We don’t know, but Amanda saw this and screamed. She went to the boss’s office to report it.” He responds. 

Would it be wrong to assume that Aloysius had defecated on the girl’s desk? Yes, but it’s a possibility. Maybe he did it, maybe he had asked another person to do it for $400. Who knows. 

Work was canceled that day so that the janitors could clean her desk, and Amanda was forced to resign. No one could track down the perpetrator, so they assumed that since she hated the job and the majority of her colleagues, she did this herself. She couldn’t defend herself, so she took her leave and packed the next day.

As you were starting your car, you noticed that your phone charger was chewed on. What the hell? Today was crazy as hell, and it’s only 9 AM. But this allowed you to visit Aloysius at Best Buy. While you drove there, you checked to see the time Best Buy opened. You were going to wait an hour for the store to open. 

As you parked in the parking lot, you noticed someone with a low black ponytail walk up to the store. Aloysius had a keychain of keys in his hands, whistling a tune while he was entering the store. You exit the car, running up to him.

“Aloysius!” You called, reaching him as he turned around. Once he noticed you, his eyes brightened. Almost as if they twinkled. He went in to hug you. The hinted of Dove bodywash permeated your nostrils. It smelled similar to your favorite body wash. Pomegranate. It was the same as your body wash at home. 

“Y/n, how are you doing today? You look wonderful.”

“Oh it was a lot of shit. Can I come in? I need to buy something.” 

“Normally, I don’t allow customers in while the store is still closed, but y’know what, fuck it.” 

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Aloysius starts his cash register while you search for a phone charger. You end up finding one, heading to the front to pay for it. He couldn’t stop himself from cheesing. Grinning from ear to ear as you looked so good in your work clothes. Your job doesn’t require you to wear a uniform, however, you like to go above and beyond to look your best at your job, mainly so people won’t pick at you. Aloysius couldn’t stop staring at your chest, how your bosom jiggled while you moved, while you breathed. Again, he was taking you in; your scent, clothes, and face and eyes. When they travel from your wallet to him. He grips the counter, stifling himself from doing something he might regret.

“O-ok…the total will be $11.99.” He says as sweat trickles from his forehead. Suddenly, the store grew hot. You pay for the charger, stowing your credit card into your wallet. “Hey, are you doing ok, Aloy? You’re sweating a lot.” 

“I-um, excuse me for a moment.” Aloysius leaves for the employee lounge. He felt his skin turn hot from you. You waited for him to return so you could talk to him some more. You waited seven minutes. He had assumed that you would’ve left around minute five, but you stayed. It shocked him when he turned and saw your face. 

You were on your phone, which was glitching and still flashing a red light on the camera light. “Hey Aloysius, what does it mean if my phone is flashing a red light? This is a constant thing that won’t stop at all, even if I turn my phone off.”

“Let me see?” He asked, knowing that he might get caught in this situation if he “figures out” what is wrong. You waited for his diagnosis with concern in your visage. Only to be conflicted when he told you nothing was wrong.

“Excuse me?” 

“Yeah, I believe that it’s just your phone acting up. How long have you had it?” 

“For over a year now.”

“Yeah, that could be why,” he lied, “and it’s getting hot.” He said, placing the phone on the counter and shoving it back to you. He would never be able to have you for his if he admitted to tampering with your electronic device. Lying was wrong, and Aloysius was against lying to his loved ones, but he didn't want to lose you. 

“I suppose I should buy a new one.” You said, shoving it into your bag. “Well,” he started, “just because it glitches and the camera flashes doesn't mean you need a new one. I can fix it for you, i,f of course, you allow me to take you on a date?”

“A date? I guess that's the deal, here you go. Also, do you know where the restrooms are?” 

“In the back, where the office furniture is. You should see the alcove that has a sign that says ‘restroom’.” 

You leave with Aloysius left putting your password into your phone. The password he knew by a guess from your date of birth on X. Forgetting that you didn't tell him, you turned around, asking for your phone so you could put your PIN in. Aloysius convinced you that he could put it in himself, telling you to trust him that he’d forget it in a minute. He won’t.

While you're gone, Aloysius went exploring. He went through your photos and social media accounts. Analyzing your behavior on the phone. He was having a field day taking a ‘look’ through your phone. And he may have deleted the Hinge app from your phone. Whoopsie!

When you came back, you expected your phone to be fixed by your tech wizard of a friend, but unfortunately, it was the exact opposite. Aloysius wanted to feel bad, but he knew he wouldn't be able to see you anymore if he removed the tracking app from your phone.

Since you were off today, you offered to see him during lunch for a quick meal. He suggested that he could take a day off to hang out with you. You disagreed, telling him he should stay at work and not worry about you; however, he was firm with you, telling you that he had never taken a day off before, which was true. He was loyal to his side hustle, Best Buy. 

He decided to take you to his grandparents’ cafe, Agape. It was a little bungalow situated near your workplace, on the outskirts of your town. He wanted to introduce you to his maternal grandparents before he introduced you to the other family members who also work there. 

Entering the older cafe, you were greeted by a sweet, sticky smell, Baklava. His grandma and sister were whipping some up in her kitchen to sell this morning.

“Yia-yia, Papous? I’m here!” 

His grandpa, who was playing a game with his older cousins, poked his head between the dining room’s threshold. A wrinkly smile was etched on the elder’s face. He stood up from his chair, walking slowly to greet you.

“Hello there, you must be my grandson’s girlfriend? How are you doing?” 

“I’m doing great sir, I’m merely a friend.” You said, shaking his hand. 

“Ah, I see,” suddenly, he called for his missis. She was busy stowing her dessert into the stove when he called. She hurriedly ran out to see what the problem was. 

Agape, the grandfather, took his wife’s hand into his when she showed up. She was a tad bit younger than he was, her silver and black hair in a wavy style and bun. She wore her apron, which had little ducks on the bottom hem. 

“Hello there,” she greeted in her native tongue, “it’s a pleasure to meet you finally.”

“Finally, meet me? What do you mean, ma’am?” You ask, taking her hand into yours to greet her formally anyway. You glanced at Aloysius, who smiled at you while his arm snaked around your waist. “I’ve been told about a pretty lady who had gifted my grandson a box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day. He was so grateful!” She replied. Your face got warm from her response, and so did Aloysius’. He then cleared his throat, insinuating that he was going to take you to a table.

“Find a table, I’ll be right with you shortly.” She says as she leaves to gather some menus.

It had never occurred to you what type of man Aloysius was. But today showed you: While eating, you accidentally had some syrup on the corner of your lips. Aloysius, who was watching you, took his napkin, dampened it with his spit, and wiped your mouth clean. You noticed the crescents on his fingers. He must be working hard. Maybe one day you will give him a chance. A chance to show you the boyfriend he would be. Or maybe it’s all in your head, and he doesn’t feel that way; he’s only nice to me because I’m nice to him. You thought as the warm smile on your face was decimated as you took time to realize that fact. 

Aloysius noticed, asking what was wrong. You told him nothing, remnants of the smile appearing only for a brief moment. He wasn’t going to accept your response, cupping your cheek and scooting closer to you. “If there is something wrong, you can tell me, Y/n.” 

You sigh, “I just can’t shake this feeling that you’re only nice to me because I’m alone.”

“That’s not true at all. I’m nice because I’m a nice person, but I’m behaving this way because…well, because I like you.” He exclaims.

“You do? Oh great, now I feel like a fool for what I said.” 

“No, don’t feel that way. You’re perfectly fine.” You smiled at him, your cheeks flushed.

“Do you like me?” He asks, grinning at you, hoping his assumption would be true.

“I—I don’t know,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just need a little more time to figure out what I'm really feeling—would that be okay?”

Aloysius paused, frozen in place as though your words had physically struck him. His fingers, which had been resting so delicately on your cheek, slowly retracted close to your purse. You felt the absence of his touch like a sudden drop in temperature. His eyes didn’t leave yours, but you noticed the subtle twitch in his right eye, a small betrayal of something turbulent beneath the surface.

He took a step back, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he were trying to smile and failing miserably. “Ah,” he said, voice tight, strained. “Right. Of course, uh, would you like another milfei? I’ll order it for you.”

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Your trip to Aloysius’ family-owned cafe was, in your belief, felt like the first time you ever experienced joy from a man. Without sex. It gave you this idea that you did deserve something remotely similar to love. From someone like Aloysius, or supposed, Aloysius himself. However, he did sound extremely hurt from your rejection. Even though he is currently holding your hand while taking you inside the grocery store, he still has that disappointed rejection facial expression. You didn’t realize what was the main purpose of coming to the grocery store.

“Hey Aloysius, what are we doing here?” 

“I wanted to make some dinner for you. It’s the least I can do.” You were confused by his answer, asking him where he would be cooking. “Oh, I should ask, can I make you dinner at your home?” 

“Um, sure, this should be nice, thanks.”

As the two of you entered the store, Aloysius just stood there. Staring into the entrance. With his hands in his pockets, he hesitated to enter the actual store. You took notice of his behavior immediately, placing your hand on his broad shoulders. “Aloysius, is everything okay?”

Aloysius jumped as your hands rubbed on his shoulders with care. Damn he felt extremely disappointed for not being your boyfriend right now. Though he doesn’t mind holding your hands, he drew the line at more physical touch without your permission. “Y-yeah, I’m fine Y/n. Hey, on second thought, I have to use the restroom. Why don’t you pick out what I can cook for you, then I’ll pay myself, okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows, but didn’t question him.“I suppose I’ll see you later.” You said, taking a shopping cart and leaving for the grocery aisle. Aloysius stayed behind, pulling a key out of his pocket.

On the noodle aisle, you found a packet of fusilli noodles. An idea popped up in your head. Why don’t you eat spicy fusilli pasta? Aloysius might enjoy it too. Searching for a pasta recipe, you found a simple and cheap one. All you needed was the pasta, onions, garlic, crushed tomatoes, heavy whipping cream, and parmesan cheese. 

 On the way to the cheese aisle, you noticed that Aloysius had beaten you to it. He had Parmesan in his hands, shooting it into the shopping cart when he turned around.

“How did you know that I needed Parmesan?” You asked, low-key concerned. 

He hesitated to answer you until he came up with a thought, “Everyone loves Parmesan. It’s a nice little snack when I’m cooking for you.”

“Shredded cheese? If I were paranoid, I’d assume you were reading my mind.” Aloysius only laughed, walking next to you to move your hair away from your face. “Don’t install fear into yourself,” was all he said before taking the shopping cart from you and pushing it to the front of the store.

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In your apartment complex, you managed to bring seven bags of groceries all at once to the third floor. Aloysius, on the other hand, was tired by the time he had reached the first floor. 

“Damn ha, how are you not winded?” He asks, catching his breath, while crouching by the rails. His ebony hair was sticking to his forehead and neck, his skin was pink from the humid air (Curse the summer!), his thigh and calf muscles bulged, and he looked too good for someone out of breath. 

A smile stretched your lips, he looked too attractive. What was wrong with you now? You thought of him as merely a friend before, but now you could sense your Progesterone levels surge, causing you to feel aroused. “Y-you, wanna get inside and drink some water, honey?” Honey, why would I say that? 

Aloysius looked up slowly, as if the sound of his pet name on your lips had reached into something deep inside him and stilled like wax. His breathing, which had been ragged and uneven just moments ago, began to quiet, like a storm pulling back from the shore. There was a flicker in his eyes, part vulnerability, part reverence, as though that simple word had the power to ground him, to tether him back to reality. For a moment, he just stared at you, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that finally matched your own; your little pet name had become his anchor. 

“Honey?” He questioned, genuinely surprised, “That’s a cute pet name.” Your stomach was tied in knots, you felt embarrassed immediately. The little tint of red was prominent as a permanent marker’s ink. Your apartment was only five feet away, but you were too stiff to move. Aloysius stood up, his bags of groceries still in his now red hands. He placed his right-hand bags onto his left hand, patting your back and leading you to your home. He waited for you to find your key and open the door, however, it was not in your bag. 

“What the hell?” you muttered, still searching for your key. You were on the verge of spiraling until Aloysius remembered that he had your key. “I’m sorry, Y/n, I forgot to mention, it fell out of your bag when we were at the store.” He says, taking it out of his denim pockets. You were going to take it from him, however, he had already shoved it into your lock. Swiftly, he unlocked your door, pushing it open to see the inside of your home. He was never able to see the whole house through your phone, so he was amused by how homely it was. 

“Oh God, thank you so much, Aloysius. I swear you’re a lifesaver!” 

“Thank you, and I must say, your home is very beautiful.” He allowed himself to enter the one-bedroom apartment. Aloysius took in your apartment’s aroma, almost passing out from how similar it smelled to you. The musky smell that lingered with your strawberry-scented candles you had blown out several hours ago made him remember that you were human, his human. If only he could bask in the smell for the rest of his days.

You giggled at him, though you felt weirded out by his behavior. If he behaves like this when girls invite him over to their homes, you’re in for a confusing night. 

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Aloysius watches you in your kitchen as you wait for him to finish cooking the meal. Cooking was never his forte, but he could change for you. If it means you would finally admit your feelings for him. He is aware that you are conflicted with what you want from him, yet his impatience is killing him. He does so much for you already. What will it take for you to wake up and see that he was the man for you? 

While he was wrapping up, tasting the sauce to see if it was missing something or not, he went ahead and surveyed your apartment. Though it was a tad bit messy, something he wasn’t fond of with former girlfriends, he decided that it was okay to have a slightly messy home. One, because he values how you have your style that he will adapt to when he moves in with you today, and two, he wouldn’t mind being your cleaner anyway, as long as he has access to your materials.

“Dinner is ready!” He called, seeing you flicker your eyes to his. You stood up and sat at your dining table. “I can’t wait to try your cooking, Aloysius.” Yeah, me too, baby. He thought, scooping some of the spicy pasta onto your plate. Picking up both of the bowls and taking them to you. You had clasped your hands together, rubbing them together in excitement. Setting the plates next to each other, you noticed that he chose to sit next to you. Which made you smile at him a bit, placing your hand on his and squeezing it.

“Dig in.” The first bite you took reminded you of eating your grandmother’s meals. You didn’t understand how, but Aloysius embodied your grandmother’s cooking into his. It had you tearing up, setting your fork down. “What’s wrong, Y/n?” you look at him, despite your vision becoming blurry from your tears. “I’m sorry if I’m being dramatic, but your cooking is so great. It reminds me of my grandma’s. I learned how to cook from her, and this takes me back to when I would be in the kitchen with her.” Your words had tugged at his heartstrings. God, he wished he could topple you on this table right now.

“Y/n, be frank with me, please?” He asks, scooting his chair closer to you. “How do you really feel about me? I know this is too early to ask, I’m just dying to know!” His tone came off as a little bit whiny, but he didn’t care to acknowledge it. 

“Aloysius, what’s gotten into you?” 

“I just need to know, do you like me, or not?” He spoke in a calmer tone. 

“Maybe I do like you; I’ve been leading you on, and that’s not fair, you don’t deserve someone who toys with your emotions.” 

“Don’t worry about my emotions, I’m just glad that you feel the same way. But it’s not fair that you admit your truths while I don’t.” Suddenly, Aloysius stood from his chair and left. You assumed he would leave your home until you heard your front door lock, followed by a key falling on the floor. And a hissed fuck. 

“Aloysius, what’s going on?” you called, genuinely concerned right now. Aloysius returns, holding onto a pink key. You looked at the painted metal, then back at him. Also contemplating if it was too late to run. 

“This key…” he murmured, holding it between two fingers like something sacred. “I had it made while you were shopping.”

Your breath hitched.

“I was going to wait—wait until you invited me into your life. Into your space. But since we’re being honest now…” His voice lowered, a reverent kind of hunger curling around every word. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

He took a slow step forward, his smile faint but trembling with something unhinged.

“I love you, Y/n. I’ve loved you since the moment you stepped into my world, all soft eyes and hesitant hands. You think I didn’t notice the way you looked at me? You brought me chocolates. That meant something.”

Your stomach twisted. That wasn’t how it happened.

“I know temptation when I see it,” he whispered. “And you—” his gaze dragged across your body like a caress, “you’re the sweetest kind.”

A chill spilled down your spine. Every instinct screamed Run. But your back was to the wall. He had cornered you perfectly—just like everything else

“Aloysius, what is up with you?” 

“What is up with me? What the hell’s up with you? You’re not getting the memo! I’ve done so much for you, and you haven’t said, “Thank you, Aloysius” to me at all! Especially when I fucked that girl’s cubile with pig shit.” 

“Wait a damn minute–you did that?” Aloysius nodded, seemingly proud of himself for his disgusting action.

“What the fuck?” you mouthed, covering your mouth as you were belching. 

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, baby. I had to do it, like how I had to create that app for you to think it was a malware detector, when in reality, it’s a fucking tracker.”

“So it’s all you! That’s why you wouldn’t fix my phone, because of the tracker? What the motherfucking hell you stalking piece of shit?” Eventually, Aloysius set his key on the table to cup your cheeks. He leaned in to rest his forehead on yours, sighing from finally touching you. “I didn’t hack you to be creepy or anything—I just needed to understand you. The real you, not the version you show everyone else. Your texts, your camera feed, your search history… they helped me see you. I know what makes you smile, what keeps you up at night. It’s not stalking—it’s love. I just…needed to know.”

For a moment, the whole apartment grew quiet. Aloysius took this opportunity to press his lips against your plump ones. Not holding back or leaving his place. When he was done, he got up and pulled at your arm, “Come on, let me show you something?” As he leads you to your couch, you take your phone with you. 

“Give me your phone.” Doing as he said, you passed him your cellular object, he typed in your PIN, sliding his fingers across the screen to press on the malware app. You couldn’t believe it. You have a stalker, and he knows every single thing about you. You felt violated, yet…secure? Despite him knowing what you do on a day-to-day basis, you couldn’t help but feel as though you’re warming up to the idea of having a guardian angel. A wicked yet safekeeping idea that was your reality. And when he showed you the tracking app, he made you feel less scared. 

“This is crazy,” you murmured, “It’s wrong, I know, but I just want to protect you, I love you, baby.” He sat on your couch, pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. “This is only the tip of the iceberg of what I would do for your love. Just let me love you.” He says, pulling you closer to kiss you some more. His flesh pink lips were damp from saliva. Aloysius waited for so long to finally have you. To feel you, to touch you. And you’re allowing him to do so. And maybe that was the scariest part—you were letting him. Not because you believed this was love, but because pushing him away felt heavier than giving in for a little while longer.

So, you stayed.

Not because it was what you dreamed of, and definitely not because it was right. You knew exactly what this was. Aloysius didn’t love you in a way that respected space or boundaries. He loved you like he was trying to rewrite your code—like affection was something to be extracted, not earned.

But you were tired. Tired of pretending everything outside his reach was safe or kind or waiting for you. He was the one who paid attention, even if it was through a screen he never asked permission to look through. And while that should’ve terrified you—and sometimes still did—there was also a strange kind of clarity in it. No guessing, no masks. Just his version of the truth, invasive and unwavering.

You didn’t return his feelings. You probably never would. But in a world where you'd been ignored, overlooked, forgotten… being seen, even too much, felt like something. Not comfort. Not love.

Just something.

And for now, that was what you had.

[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]

[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?”

[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.

[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)

[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.

[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☺♥

[kituono]

· ୨୧ · · Yandere Hacker hc

W/c : 301

A/N ┊I kinda went crazy bout this, becareful out their folks. This piece of work is used for entertainment purposes and no ones ip is actually being stolen! Also this is not proofread (゜ﾛ゜;ﾉ）ﾉ enjoy dis hc heheueheueu

PAIRING ┊Yan!Hacker x Reader

TW ┊mention of phishing links, cyber hacking, blackmail,

Yandere!Hacker was a recluse individual; he stayed inside his home all day, looking at his screen and watching some random videos, sometimes he'd play video games but he just exploits it to get what he wants. That was when he came across one of your posts and immediately followed you, your personality online was cute to him. Curiosity got the best of him, and he wanted to see what you looked like.

Yan!Hacker set up a phishing link for you in hopes that you'd fall for it, he pretended to be one of your beloved fans and commented on one of your posts, and sent you a link to a website.

“Aww! I love your blog, sm! Your post reminds me of this one cat pic I saw. Https://insert-cat-linkheredon'tclickit. com "

He was baffled on how you just easily fell for it. When you clicked on that link, it exposed your sensitive information to him; Once he takes you for himself, he should really tell you about all the mediocre scams; maybe he'd teach his future kids about it, too.

Yan!Hacker would go so far as to check up on your security footage, he watched as you were bathing and eating. In his eyes, nothing was wrong with what he was doing; he was just checking up on his future partner, he'd secretly just take pictures or video record you doing your normal routines. He kept them in a secret folder for him to just pleasure himself with.

Yan!Hacker uses scummy websites he made to get people so he could get information from them and exploiting peoppe for money in exchange he doesn't share their sensitive info. It was an awful practice, but he did make money off of it. A significantly large amount of money...

Using all the information he had from you, he decided to finally strike. He sent you countless dm's about how he has your information. It was blatant blackmail; if you didn't comply with him, he'd leak your info, and your life would be ruined forever. Any group chats, Dm's, and past deleted photos will be exposed if you didn't love him and him alone.

@kitsuvio

[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-

[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.

[3-dsimp]

Man i just want to cuddle with hacker for a while , tbh he seem quite comfy xdd

The Hacker is very comfy but at the same time he can also be a bit scatterbrained whenever his thoughts of you occupy his mind too much. So do be careful when cuddling with this needy hyperactive hacker because cuddling might just turn into something more should he happen to put his mind into acting on behalf his impulsive desires…(>^ω^<)

@rinx707

[devourable]

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