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bunny-yan · 11 months

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yandere hacker and yandere ai pt 2? i loved it 🫶🏼

This post will be apart of our sharing is caring series. Thanks for 200!

yandere!hacker & yandere!ai x gn!reader x yandere!stalker

TW: language, implied masturbation, stalking, implied vouyerism, language, no minors allowed —

Sitting in front of a ridiculous amount of monitors, he worked diligently. Fingers flew across his keyboard, eyes flicking back and forth to make sure things remained consistent and there weren’t any errors in his task.

As per usual, he was behind on handling one of the requests from a client, but he would catch up and get it handled on time. He always did. He supposed he could’ve done his work while spending the night watching you go through the mundane list of tasks you repeated every night, but he was afraid that his distracted eyes would make a mistake and he would be searching for hours trying to figure out what he did wrong. If he told the truth, he just didn’t want to take his eyes away from you. The time he spent watching you shower after a long day of work, brushing your teeth, and getting ready for bed was sacred. He didn’t want to miss a single thing, especially if you strayed from your normal routine. Sometimes you’d spend hours scrolling through whatever social media you decided to keep at the time, but there were some days where your action of choice proved to be more… interesting.

Of course, he could only live with the knowledge that it was happening since Eve saw fit to shutdown your cameras whenever you were in a precarious state. He was still thinking of ways to bribe the AI to let him have a bit of fun, but his current offers proved insufficient as her walls only got harder to break through.

A flashing in the middle of one of his monitor’s caught his attention and despite his sleep-deprived state of mind that usually ignored any and all distractions, he paused as he looked at the red text alerting him that there was movement in your apartment.

“They’re supposed to be at work. Why did they come back so early?”

They are at work. They’re currently having lunch Sophie Anders. 32. Blood type: A. Has been working since-

“Okay, okay, skip the details. If they’re at work, what’s tripping the sensors?”

An intruder.

“What?” he asked, feeling a spark of irritation as he cleared his screen to pull up the cameras he placed for “protection” in your apartment.

Clicking through cameras that showed your bedroom, bathroom, living area, he stopped when he saw a bulky figure in the kitchen.

“What the fuck?” he whispered underneath his breath, attempting to get a closer look at the creep who broke into your apartment, but they were wearing a mask and hat that shielded most of their face.

From what he could see they were pretty built. The long sleeve shirt the stranger wore, stretched nicely to show off his body.

Gritting his teeth, he put the camera view of the kitchen on full screen to see what this guy was doing and to his disbelief, he was using your kitchen to make food, humming “Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You” as he did.

Was he just some stranger off the street who wanted a quick snack?

He shook his head as he watched the guy moving expertly through your kitchen, not hesitating in his reach through different cabinets to get the materials he needed.

It was suspicious.

A strange guy looking for a snack shouldn’t have been so intimate with your kitchen. Unless he’d done this before.

It only further proved his suspicion when he began to organize the items in your kitchen. Pots of varying sizes were stacked neatly, seasoning was arranged by type and size, he even rearranged the placement of your cups and plates for better access.

It was crazy.

When he finished making the food, he placed it on a plate before putting clear wrap over it and placing it in the microwave.

The food wasn’t for him. The food was for you when you got off work.

He didn’t even have enough time to come to terms with that fact as he instantly left the kitchen. Scrambling to follow this guy around your apartment, he watched as the stranger went in and out of your bedroom, gathering clothes that were haphazardly lying around before placing them in the washing machine in your laundry room.

I have no record of them hiring a maid.

It’s because this guy wasn’t a maid, though it wasn’t odd that Eve assumed that.

He washed the dishes he used to make your dinner, swept, mopped, vacuumed, climbed into your bed before burying his face in your pillows.

No, he wasn’t a maid. You had a fucking stalker.

His horror at the realization only grew when the guy unzipped his pants, still lying comfortably in your bed as he-

A pop-up block appeared on the screen as a nervous emoticon.

“That fucking-”

Should I alert the authorities?

His fists were white as he grabbed his desk, trying to stop himself from throwing the monitor across the room. He wouldn’t lose control. His anger would only grow at having to replace the monitor.

“No.” he said through gritted teeth.

There was no guarantee that they’d catch the guy. He also didn’t want to tip them off that something was amiss and have them accidentally stumble upon one of cameras, although he doubted that would happen it was better he was safe than sorry.

I could send them a concerning email and have them come home early to catch him in the act.

“And have them in the same place? Absolutely not.”

This guy was smart. Considering he came while you weren’t around, it was safe to assume that he knew your work schedule. He didn’t have to worry about getting caught since you lived alone and from how laid back he was about exploring your apartment, it was clear that he’d done this before. If you were to go home he’d either hide until he found a way out without being discovered or take that as a chance to take advantage of you. He didn’t like either of those options.

“Can you figure out his identity?”

He would have to remove his hat and mask in order for my facial recognition software to work properly. As it stands, I am unable to ascertain his identity.

Eve had only infiltrated your electronics. It wouldn’t be difficult to gain access to the cameras that surrounded your apartment, but he would have to set that up manually or risk exposure.

His eyes made their way back to the monitor when the block disappeared. Clearly spent, he removed your sheets to throw them in the washing machine after moving your clothes to the dryer.

He had never been so pissed off and clearly at a loss for what to do. The situation only worsened when the stranger went into a bag to retrieve what he recognized as mini cameras.

He felt fear stab his gut when he walked towards the corner of your room, going exactly where his own camera was placed before pausing as he peered into the lens. He watched as the stranger’s eyes narrowed, cocking his head to the side before laughing.

Bringing his face close to the camera, he wondered what the guy was doing before freezing when he pulled down his mask and mouthed the words, Fuck. Off.

He didn’t hesitate to remove the camera before crushing it, screen going static.

Oh, dear.

He knew Eve couldn’t really comprehend emotion, but there must’ve been something in his expression that let the AI know that he was truly pissed off. His anger only grew as the stalker swept ever corner of your apartment, destroying all of his cameras one by one before replacing them with his own.

He was forced to access your computer camera and he temporarily gained access to it in order to threaten this asshole.

Are you sure that this is a good idea?

“This asshole doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.” he growled underneath his breath.

It didn’t take long. He watched the figure bring the dried clothes into your room to begin folding them before he paused to read the blaring message on your computer screen.

GET OUT, blinked repeatedly and obnoxiously.

The figure tucked the paid of underwear he was going to fold into his back pocket before getting up and going to your desk. With his hands on the side of the screen, he was afraid that the anonymous figure was going to shut your laptop without acknowledging him, but he pushed the screen back instead.

“Can you hear me?” he asked.

Yes.

He was going to get upset that Eve responded without his prompting, but he was too distracted by what this guy wanted.

“Good. I was worried I’d have to make contact earlier than I planned in order to chase you away.”

Who are you?

“I’m their boyfriend.” he said, sitting back in the chair.

This is a lie. They are not currently in a relationship. Any contact from potential suitors has been blocked.

“Well, they just don’t know it yet.”

You are a stalker.

“That seems a little harsh.” he said, narrowing his eyes as he looked into the camera. “I’m just keeping them safe from creeps like you.”

“You’re the creep. Walking around in their apartment as if you own the place. Doing what you did in their bed. You’re disgusting.”

Even transcribed what he said, but after reading it, there was a visible grin from behind his mask as his eyes crinkled.

“Jealous?”

His fist smashed through the monitor before he knew what he was doing. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to the fury he felt. He had never wished to be able to strangle someone through the monitor as much as he did right now.

He’d be pissed that he ruined his monitor later, but the fact that the broken screen showed multiple strangers only made his anger worse.

“I’ll do you a favor and not let them know that there’s someone creeping around them so return it by fucking off. You come anywhere near them, you’re dead.”

He ended the conversation by closing the laptop and the monitor went dark. He sat in silence for a while, fist throbbing as he thought over the interaction with that stalker.

He had been provoked. They knew of each others’ existence and now it was a race to see who snagged you first. He had intentions to approach you and although he was content with simply watching, he’d rather die than see you end up with that asshole. Of course, he had ever intention to ruin whatever relationship you eventually got in, but this was different. This was personal.

You should get your hand looked at. I can put in a new order for a monitor if you would like me to.

“I would like it if you shut up.”

Just trying to be helpful. I understand that with competition comes an intense desire to win and due to your reclusive nature, there is little chance of that happening.

“Not helping.” he growled.

My apologies. I will review the helpful part of my program and make changes regarding the section dealing with honesty.

This fucking AI.

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milkteabinniechan · 21 days

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It’s probably a stupid idea but imagine your at a Stray Kids concert, and your front row with your friends. Chan comes close to the edge on stage near you and winks to you. You think nothing of it because like he does that to everyone. But at the end of the concert he slips you a piece of paper with 1 single sentence. “After the concert, go to Hotel Grande and go to room B6.” You decide to go bc why not and you expect maybe Chan there or something but all of them are there, and they all are really horny. They always talk about wanting to date someone who knows nothing about stray kids but what if Stays are the ones who turn them on. Fem reader

hello??? When I read this I was literally kicking my feet and giggling hehehe 👹👹👹

(this was so fun omg)

First of all, the idea of stays being the ones that really turn them on is so intriguing. But to be in a room with EIGHT MEN seems like an Olympic sport to be honest (sign me up).

Chan is the one to get things started since he was the one who slipped you the note. They are all on a tour high so the thought of having a fan in their room is too good to pass up. Chan is definitely into kissing. (Those big, full lips??) He likes when the other person uses their tongue a lot. He moans into your open mouth, his cock already painfully hard.

Simultaneously, you have Lee Know and Changbin undressing you and kissing the revealing bare skin. The feeling of their hands covering every part of your body sends chills all the way through you. Lee know buries his face into your neck to breathe you in, Binnie starts to grind on your leg.

"My turn." You hear Hyunjin say. Hyunjinnie loves to eat pussy, he just does. He's already on his knees in front of you. Lapping you up. You only glance down at him for a moment before Felix grips your jaw and plants a heavy, wet kiss.

Anyone that doesn't have their hands on you have their hand on their cock. Long, concentrated strokes from Seungmin and Han. Tiny moans slips through their open mouths as they watch Hyunjin tongue twist and swirl around your swollen clit.

Jeongin follows Felix's lead and grips your face to kiss you next. Saliva and spit swopping between the three of you. You can feel Lee Know and Changbin sliding their hands up and down your bare ass. Carefully spreading your cheeks, waiting for an opportunity to slip inside.

Chan watches from the outside for a moment. Proud of this fun he orchestrated. Then he instructs his members to stand aside. That he's going to let you choose which one of them you want first.

#milkteabinniechan #asks #anon ask #stray kids #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz ot8 #stray kids ot8 #sharing is caring #chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix lee #seungmin #jeongin

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