#insane reader

[ziv-helpless]

I need Aemond x Reader fic where reader isn't a timid little girl.

Maybe she's his sister or cousin, or whatever actually, but she's equally as insane as him. It's known that Reader is kind of a female version of Aemond and that's why they go together so well.

Even the family tries to keep them apart despite the both of them messing around. They're this duo of insanity and match each others freaks.

Thank you for hearing my ramble.

[danniloversugar]

(Bad grammar, Not proof read give tips 🙏)

11:00 pm

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December 21st XXXX

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Gotham

`It was a cold winter night, the moon is shining brightly, illuminating every single part of the city. It's cold, very very cold. Why were you outside again? What was the reason? Why are you walking down this cold, dark streets of Gotham? Why? You were following a white rabbit and then- Oh, right...Dad Bruce Wayne, it's because of him. It was a cold winter night in the Manor, alone. Everyone was minding their own business. You? you were walking down the long hallway of the manor, your footsteps thud against the marble floor, you were following a white rabbit as it hurriedly hops away, it slowly disappears as it led you to a doorway, filled with voices from behind, you stepped forward. You placed your ear against the wooden door, you heard your father's voice. Talking to a stranger, a doctor? A police? You didn't quite see, nor can you quite hear clearly due to the door being shut. But all you could hear was... Dangerous, violent, and crazy. And the one thing you've never expect to hear one thing from your Father's mouth was... Arkham asylum, putting 'you' in Arkham asylum. Hearing that from him, everything starts getting hazy, blurry, everything around you is...Oddly moving. As your vision clears you see the white rabbit again, dressed in a small fine suit and a big blue checkered bow along with a monocle it always wore. Upon noticing the white rabbit, it hops and hops away once again, you didn't think twice as you started to follow it down to your own rabbit hole. Doom.

Now, back to where you are. It's very cold, you're cold, lost, and alone. You want Alfred's cooking, you want to taste it again...But you don't want to see them. You hate them. They're so mean. So rude. If they're in wonderland they would've been kicked out by now or for better, maybe the queen of hearts chop off their heads.

You stopped walking, you're very tired, your legs ache. You want to go back even though you hate them all, Damian must've still hate you for killing his other dog, it was so loud it's so annoying and it was SO mean for attacking the poor white bunny, he possibly couldn't have blame you for defending such an innocent animal! He should've not released it at the first place! It was not your fault that all Tim's files were missing, he lied about you destroying it! What a liar! He just hates you! He was ignoring you! And it's not your fault that there were small needles in Jason's sandwich! He was mean! Very mean! He pointed a gun at me! He deserved it! It was not your fault that Dick's equipments were all a bit...Unscrewed. It was not your fault he almost broke his neck! He kept defending Damian! You were hurt! He deserved it! And your father- Bruce, he was the most meanest of them all! He's harsh, very harsher than the queen of hearts. His heart must've been ripped out by the queen of hearts, maybe that's why he's been so cold to you! How cruel!

You huffed, a white puff of smoke formed due to the cold around you. Kicking a pebble, you sat down on the hard stone pavement. You're cold. You want home. No matter how much they hate you, or no matter how much you hate them. You want out. It was so cold... You should wait. Maybe someone will come for you, maybe Mama will come for you! That's what she always promised... When you're alone...She always will come and get you...Right? Maybe that's the same as before...You just have to..Wait. Yes... You're a good girl, you'll wait. You just..Have gotten... a little lost. A little patience wouldn't hurt. Would it? Right..Waiting...Waiting...And Waiting. You've waited until the clock strikes 12:00.

Unbeknownst to you, you're not quite alone. Someone is with you, A white rabbit, and a Mad Hatter.

[the-faceless-bride]

@xxshadowbabexx has inspired me! With this fic, I've decided to take it to the extreme. Because I love extreme and insane readers, it's my favorite. So this is gonna have a big warning for mean cheater 141 (most of them) and dark yandere like reader that will hurt people.

Warnings: AN ACTUAL INSANE READER! READER IS A YANDERE! FULL ON UNHEALTHY AND DANGEROUS YANDERE PERSON! A VERY BAD INDIVIDUAL! Cheating, gaslighting, making your partner listen/watch you have sex with someone else, blood, needles, violence, kidnapping?, blackmail, stalking, forcing to take medications implications of Murder, implications of necrophilia, manipulation, dubcon-Noncon affection, kissing, reader putting marks on themselves, hugging, im serious if you are sensitive to dark content then don't read this. There's a lot of uproar about dark content and im telling you please don't read it if you don't like it. Both The guy and reader are NOT good people. reader is insane. You've been warned.

Also, I wrote this while listening to Emotion repeatedly as I thought it was fitting in a psychotic way.

Characters (in order) - Soap, Konig, Ghost, Gaz, Price, Alejandro (no Graves or Roach, sadly I don't know enough about roach to write for him and I must inform you I am not a Graves Girlie. Maybe if you have some good Graves fic I can get into him but as of now Graves just doesn't do it for me, sorry.)

Whether you like it or not.

Soap - you were seeing signs everywhere. lipstick stains, perfume that wasn't yours, hickeys you didn't remember giving him. You were certain he was cheating, but with whom? You tried poking at him now and again but he would always say the same thing, "I don't know what you're talking about Bonnie.- Bonnie don't be so paranoid this cock is all yours. I promise.- Bonnie I don't know when you became a crazy jealous person but it hurts me you think I would do that."

All lies. You knew they were. You just never got any proof. At some point, you thought you were going crazy. but that was until you came home early one day after staying a night at your brother's new house. Johnny was home but there was another car... Your best friend. Johnny had her bent over as he sucked on her neck. You watched for a moment before hiding behind the wall, you had come just in time for them to finish and start re-dressing, you let the rage fester and infect you, feeling the anger and sorrow of the betrayal of not only the love of your life but your trusted friend.

When they both emerge from the bedroom and your friend locks eyes with you and her lips start trembling the rage finally boils over. Meanwhile, Johnny made his way to you. "Bonnie it's not what it-"

You shoved him from you storming your way to your once friend grabbing her by her hair and screaming in her face, you can barely remember what you said. You were in such a rage you had let spurs of names, insults, and threats all one after the other. Only stopping when you felt a strong hand pull you away. "Bonnie stop you're scaring her! It's not what you think!" you yank your arm from his grasp, "you're defending her?! You son of a bitch! You get her the fuck out of my house before I rip her fucking hair out!" you threaten and she scrambles out between the two of you. You follow her to the door, never reaching out to grab her but you yell at her the whole way out to her car, when she drives off you make your way back into the house to deal with Johnny.

"How dare you. HOW DARE YOU! YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS CRAZY!-"

"YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY BONNIE!- you're acting crazy right now!"

"CRAZY?! You were cheating on me! WITH MY FRIEND! I saw you!"

" You don't even know what you saw."

He begins to turn away from you... He thinks he can fuck you the night before. Tell you he loves you. FUCK. Your best friend. Then tell you you're crazy. AND GO BACK TO RELAX IN YOUR BEDROOM?!?!

You let out a cry of anger, betrayal, and disbelief as you pick up the big decorative clay vase before giving it a big swing and smashing it to pieces over his head.

Johnny slowly turned around "Bonnie..." blood trailed down the side of his head, trying to take a step towards you but lost his footing, sliding down the wall and slumping to the floor.

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Johnny woke up, his head pounding and his body chained to the cold hard ground. His head was wrapped and disinfected. He tried to get up but he was stuck. The chains were thick, whoever did this knew normal cuffs wouldn't hold him.

"Hey, baby." Johnny looked to his side, you sat at the top of the stairs to your basement. "Bonnie- wha- what happened? ... What did you do?"

You smiled and walked down the stairs before standing in front of him. "Johnny. You know I love you.", he stares at you. Maybe he'd pushed you too far.

"Bonnie. I- im sorry, let's jus talk bout this and we can-" he tried to reason with you, maybe if he could talk to you he could talk you down. Reverse a little bit of the damage he'd done.

"oh no, Johnny. I thought you liked my friend. So I thought I could give you one last hurrah! Before you don't get to see anyone again!"

You started walking up the stairs and Johnny began to slightly panic, "c'mon bonnie, I am sorry. Plus! You can't keep me here, the team would come looking for me!" he tried to reason.

"no! You are off due to injury remember? You are here for a good three years! And if it takes longer than you to break... Well, im sure I can give a convincing enough lie that you never made it home. Send them on a while chase looking for you!" you called from the top of the stairs, before grunting, and a large thud was heard as it banged on each step down the stairs.

Oh God. It was her.

It was her. Your friend. Her eyes were glassy and drained. Skin pale and bruised. Bloodied. Dead.

"well, Johnny. Have the last bit of your fun."

"wha- what..."

"do it. You don't want to feel what she did do you?."

"What?"

"you don't want me to have to hurt you, Johnny. Don't you?" you threatened. And Johnny knew he didn't have a choice.

He took hold of her cold body, these three years would be hell for him... He prayed that he wouldn't break...

Konig - you couldn't believe him. You'd caught him in the middle of undressing another woman. She screamed when she saw you in the doorway which prompted Konig to turn around in horror as he made eye contact, he stood up and tried talking to you as the woman rushed out the door sloppily dressing herself.

The excuse he gave you made your eye twitch and your fingers itch to wrap around his neck and squeeze. The only thing stopping you was his size. You knew that if you tried he'd have you on the ground in a matter of seconds. "I just wanted to prove to myself I was good for you!" you took a long look into his eyes. Before laughing. You laughed at him. And you laugh good and hard for thirty seconds, of non-stop hysterical laughter. And every time you looked back at him and saw his hurt expression it made you laugh even harder.

After your laughing fit you went eerily calm, before telling him in a straight face, it's ok. I forgive you.

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But Konig quickly got the idea that it wasn't true. One night when he came home from a mission, he heard strange noises coming from your bedroom. Konig tried to tell himself it wasn't what he thought. Maybe you were taking care of yourself? Maybe you were watching a video, or maybe... But Konig couldn't deny it for long as he heard the sound of a man grunting and you saying his name, Konig made his way to the room and there you were.

You were on your back the man was hunched over you his face in between your neck and shoulder, you Could see Konig standing behind the Man as the man continued to push his cock in and out of you, unaware of the danger he was in. You moaned louder to taunt the large dangerous man standing behind your lover for the night. "yes! Oh fuck! That's it~" Your moans were fake. Konig knew the difference as he'd heard your real moans many many times. "oh baby~ you're so much better than him! You know how to please with that cock~" you tried not to cringe at your fake words; this guy had no rhythm, no drive to please, and his cock didn't even brush against the spots Konig's cock bullied inside you. But you didn't care. You just wanted to hurt Konig. To bruise his heart and his ego. And it worked.

Konig grabbed the man by the hair and pulled him off and out of you, the man screamed in shock but you remained silent. Watching with a spiteful grin, Konig was just gonna toss the guy out. But then he noticed something... He wasn't wearing a condom... This random man had fucked you raw and came inside you... Dead. This man was dead. Konig didn't stop slamming his fist into the man, his jaw, his head, his neck, his ribs. Anywhere Konig could reach.

The man lay still on the cold floor. Barley breathing. He had some time before he succumbed to his injuries but Konig wasn't in a rush to help the man who fucked his love.

"how could you do this? Why would you hurt me in this way!? You- you-"

"I just wanted to be good enough." you said bluntly

"What...?"

"I just wanted to prove to myself I was good enough for you... That's just what you wanted too... Right, Konig?"

Ghost - he did it again. Lied again. Fucked someone else in your bed again. Again. And again. And again. You didn't get it. Had you not been perfect? Had you not helped him through night terrors? Through panic attacks? Through tearful nights when he had a particular dream about his family life? You were tired of it. Coming home and hearing moans that weren't yours. Finding used condoms that you know he didn't use with you. Clothes that weren't even close to your size were found under the bed or stuffed somewhere in his car. You hated it. You hated him. But God... You loved him. You knew he wasn't good for you, but you wanted to love him and he loved you in return.

He was out again, with his team... You hid in a seat in the far back of the pub. So out of sight Ghost still hasn't noticed you. But you noticed him, chatting up with a pretty blonde at the from of the bar. You hated her. You didn't even know her. But she had something that you didn't. You don't know what it is, but it must be something good. If Simon was out looking for it from her instead of you.

She giggled and batted her lashes at him, you don't take your eyes off them the whole time. You told Simon you'd be gone for the weekend. So when you noticed they were about to leave, you rushed to your car speeding to your house. Parking somewhere Simon wouldn't see, rushing inside and lit some candles, and pulled out some wine. And fix your hair to make it look like you had a romantic evening planned.

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When Simon walked in he was sloppily making out with the woman his hands running up and down her curves.

"Simon?" you asked quietly playing dumb. As if you hadn't been watching him, you'd been watching him for a few months now. Just out of sight. Plotting how you could go about your revenge. Ghost would be hard to break. He's emotionally dead and doesn't let much get to him. But everyone has a breaking point.

Everyone.

This caught Simon off guard. You weren't meant to be home. This caused a reaction from the woman he brought home, apologizing to you over and over begging forgiveness as she didn't know. Then turning to Simon and giving an earful of disgust at what he had done and was going to do with her all while having a loving and caring lover at home.

You played it up by crying, just like you'd done the first twenty times he'd done this before. This time it was fake, asking what you had done to drive him away. Making the woman chastise him further. Before shaping him and walking out.

After she left you stopped crying, which also caught Simon off guard. Normally you would go one of two ways when catching him in a lie or with lipstick stains on his shirt. You blame yourself and Simon reassures you that you are overthinking and not thinking straight (a lie) or you blame him and he says it hurts him that you a person he trusts let down his walls for (lie) and would accuse him of things he would never do (another lie)

But this time you did.

"You're just like your father." **SLAM**

Simon had instantly slammed you into the wall, his hand around your throat.

"don't. Don't you EVER say that again. I'm nothing like him. I protect and serve. Nothing like him." he looks at you with a hatred you'd never seen before, it made you smile on the inside.

"oh- really? You hurt me." You choke and Simon tightens his grip, warning you.

"you lie to me. You cheat on me. You tell me you love me and don't mean it-" **squeeze**

"you hurt me. Just like he hurt your mother-"

"SHUT UP." He slams you again,

"You're hurting me right now. Just like him." Simon takes a moment before dropping his hand from you as if you'd just burned him.

He stumbles away from you. But you follow, "It's ok Simon. I promise to forgive you. If you promise not to hurt me again."

You were fucking with him. You sounded like his mother, promising to not leave or tell as long as he promised to stop hurting you. Just like his mother pleaded with his father. So so many times.

You smile at him. He rushes away reaching for the door and opening it a crack, "Simon. Don't go. Don't hurt me. Not again. Be good. Promise me."

Simon's head was spinning, trauma and pain in the front of his mind.

"promise me, Simon."

Simon shut the door.

"I promise," he whispered.

Gaz - you didn't want to believe it. He was different. You knew he was! He was the one who made this place a beautiful world. He wouldn't. He couldn't! Your heart wouldn't be able to take it. But your world came crashing down on you, you had found panties that weren't yours and you had begun to panic, no. No, he wouldn't. This is a misunderstanding. You're gonna call him. He's gonna answer and be with his mates and clear all this confusion up. Yeah... Yeah, that was it!

You called Kyle and after three rings he answered, that's a good sign! And you were relieved. But that was quickly taken from you. A woman moaned into the phone as Kyle praised her in the back, "That's a good girl, let her hear you. She her your mine baby." your mind turned to static only a few words and phrases were heard,

"mine... Good girl... My girl. .. Perfect... Sweet... Pussy made for me..." your heart racing, pounding in your ears. It cries. It aches... How can this be fair? You stayed on the phone, on speaker as you hurried around the house. You had to fix this. Who was she? How dare she try and take your place.

You were made for Kyle. Not her. He said it to you so many times. He had to be lying to her. She- she must have forced him. That's it! That's the only thing that makes sense. Why would he cheat and answer the phone while doing so? That doesn't make sense! It was her you know it.

It hurts now. Knowing your darling was being taken advantage of. Don't worry Kyle darling. She'll learn to keep her damn hands off...

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Kyle came home around 11:50 PM, she truly kept him locked away. Your poor baby. Forced to do such disgusting things to her.

"Lovie? Are you in? I- I don't know what came over me I-" he gets interrupted. You're hugging him. Kyle stands still. Confused. He thought he was gonna have to convince you he was trashed, filled with alcohol, and didn't know what he was doing... But you're... Hugging him? "it's ok Kyle. I know it wasn't you. I know." Kyle for a moment, thinks things he's maybe gotten away with it. "don't worry, I won't let it happen again."

What?

Kyle jumps feeling a pin in his neck, he jolts shoving you to the ground causing you to hit your cheek hard on the floor, you whine as you sit up holding your hand to your cheek. You forgive him, you expected him to fight. That's why you didn't tell him your plan to keep him safe in the first place.

Kyle reaches behind him, pulling out the syringe that stuck out from his neck. His eyes quickly become blurry and his body slow and off-balanced. He tries to say your name but he can't his tongue is heavy and his throat is tight.

He falls to the floor with you.

When Kyle comes too; his head is pounding, his throat is dry, and his right cheek hurts. He tries to get up but he can't. He's strapped down to the bed. Kyle starts to panic, what happened last night? Where-

"good morning darling." Kyle whips his head to you, causing it to pound loudly in his ears. "what- what happened, where?-" You smile and sign as you set a tray of water and medications on the bedside table. "you're at home with me darling." you turn to him placing a damp cloth on his head. "why am I strapped to the bed?"

"well I couldn't trust you would stay put, would I?"

Huh?

"oh! Also, I made sure you won't ever be bothered again!"

"bothered?"

"yup! That woman from last night she won't hurt you anymore!" Kyle stared at you confused, she didn't do anything. He approached her and went back to her place, telling her that you were a crazy ex and that's why she agreed to let him answer.

"but- she didn't do anything." you frown at him, "She must have messed your brain up bad. It's ok! I'm gonna help and fix you!" you say as you reach for the tray.

A syringe and glass bottle at one end of the tray next to some pills as well as a bottle of water. He stared with wide eyes, "don't worry the pills are just to help with the pain from hitting your head."

"and the needle..."

"just for safety, I don't want to use it but I can't have you straining yourself and leaving ugly wounds on your precious skin my love."

Kyle tried to remain calm, he didn't know how much of your words he could trust. You held the pill out to him waiting for him to open his mouth but he didn't... You sigh, you didn't want to have to do this. You pick up the needle dipping the end into the glass bottle, filling it with liquid.

Kyle began to struggle and you held him down trying to keep steady while injecting the clear liquid into his arm. Kyle felt his body weaken, not in a sleepy way but his body started to not respond right away. You opened his mouth and shoved the pill inside, your eyes getting teary. why was he making this so difficult?

After giving him some water after a struggle and him trying to spit the pill out, he finally gave in. He'd try and reason with you later, right now his head hurt and he was tired.

You climbed over him. Kissing his cheek and snuggling him, he'd see you love him. You're hear to help him. Protect him.

He'll come around. You know it.

Price - You'd been running around all day preparing for Price to come home, you'd been waiting for so so long to get your hands on him again. He's been gone for eight months, you were sure he'd be aching for you. Just as much as you were for him.

But when he came home he was... Off. He wouldn't tell you what, "later" he'd tell you over and over "later" you thought maybe something happened on the field. But all his mates were alive you know that. So what went wrong?

It's not until a month later that he breaks the news. "Darling. I'm so sorry, but- I just- a lady at the Bar..." and then everything went silent to you. Price... Your husband. Your John... Jonathan Price had cheated on you.

You hug him, mid-sentence. He starts crying, begging you for forgiveness. Crying to get you to stay. Crying to be given one last chance. And you give it...

"I'll stay. I love you. I need you. I will give you one last chance-"

"thank you- thank you, Darling, I- I promise-"

"but. I get to give you the same pain."

"w-what?"

"im going to have sex with someone. But you won't know when. Where. Or who."

"D-Darling,"

"it might be a stranger from a Bar. It might be one of your mates... You won't know, and I won't tell you. You'll have to figure it out."

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It's been months now, and John has been paranoid. You go out of your way to stay late after work hours, to go out with your friends and not come home till late in the night, you hide your phone, and you grab yourself harshly to leave bruises.

John questions you about everything. Why did you stay late? Who was with your friends, and who did you meet? Why are you hiding your phone, who are you texting?... Where are the marks coming from?... He's attached to you any time he can be, and never leaves your side. And goes out of his way to please you.

Showing you that he will make up for his flaws, his mistakes. Showing you, that you don't need anyone else. Showing you he's sorry.

You never slept with anyone, you contemplated it. But you couldn't. You loved him too much. But he didn't need to know that, he's never been more attached to you than he was now. He even put work aside.

Maybe if you keep him on his toes, he'll become dependent on you. You know you can do it. Make him crave you and need you as much as you do him. It's just gonna take time, lying, and patience. You'd break him. You know you can. Nobody in the military could break this captain. Nobody. But...

They didn't know Johnathan Price like you did.

Alejandro - Alejandro was out at a bar, he had just gotten back from a mission. A long, tedious, and dangerous mission. You wanted to surprise him! You'd missed him so much, that you planned to 'Coincidentally' run into him at the bar. you knew when he came home, what time, and with whom. You had a few trackers and bugs planted on him, namely his phone and the bracelets he got back on his way home.

It was the way you got to know him so well in the first place, you were a friend and a trusted one at that. You knew if you planted a bug or two he wouldn't suspect a thing.

Now and again you would do this he would mention or mumble about in his own time, it would amaze him how you had done what he asked, "just a hunch" you would tell him. You didn't do it all the time to not make him suspicious but you did it when you knew he needed it. Which made him fall you you that much more.

You had dolled yourself up just a bit and made your way to the bar he was at with Rudy and you quickly became on edge.

"im flattered, ha," Alejandro laughed as the busty brunette pushed herself into his personal space, she brushed her nails against his arm. You feel an itch, an itch deep inside as your face turns red.

Why? You thought he was different, and yet here he was. You were ready to return to your car and wait for him... But then you saw him push her away.

"get off. I'm not interested, I already told you I'm in a loving relationship, now leave me alone." he put his foot down. And she pouted and huffed before walking away. You smiled and ran over to him, putting your plan back into play.

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You laid in bed, skin-to-skin. Still a little sweaty from the rough session you and Ale had. You kiss him, "im gonna clean up," he hums in response. He's drifting off to sleep and you smile at how comfortable he is with you.

You turn the water on, letting it run warm before stepping in.

You let the hot water run down your body as you wash your hair, you think about earlier. Your heart flutters.

You were so thankful, thankful he rejected her. He honestly scared you for a moment.

You thought about what you would've done, you were silly. You then thought about the bag of rusted sharp tools that sat in the trunk of your car. You were so silly to think you were gonna have to get ugly with Him.

[konigsblog]

the insane x insane couple with könig???? oh my god I never thought I needed that until I read it. oh my. your hands sculpt the best work of arts ever.

thank you :33 i'm so happy that you're enjoying my work! this is an old request, so sorry for responding late to it -- but i had some more ideas with insane!könig and insane!reader

// drug use

the pair of you are obsessive, controlling and manipulative. two manipulators attempting to sway the other's mind doesn't mix very well -- if at all! it usually results in könig fucking the anger out of you while releasing his frustration out on you. harsh, hard thrusts as he pounds into your tight asshole, making you pant and shudder with each painful thrust.

don't do drugs with könig, a recipe for disaster. könig will giggle, paranoid and needy for your attention. but you're just like him!! the pair of you are both climbing and grinding against eachother like two dogs in heat, moaning and making out with eachother all whilst maintaining eye contact, biting eachother occasionally while he grips your throat tightly.

insane!könig is a total bastard when it comes to you; he'll gaslight you, guilt trip you. two sobbing messes attempting to guilt trip one another, all while you slowly bounce on his fat, hard dick and promise him whatever if he agrees with you :( but he's so feisty and aggressive, never backing down as he hates being wrong. he'll grumble and groan while you plead for him to be kind when he puts you on your back. slapping your face harshly until you're both hitting and smacking eachother whilst having sex...

both bruised and out of breath, with könig's bloody nose dripping onto your breasts while you smirk slyly.

[ezri261]

Small drabble since I've been hit with writers block for quite a while and haven't posted part 4 yet.

Note: This is not apart of the personal assistant story.

What happens when reader is just as crazy as the yandere?

Yandere Scaramouche x Insane Reader

Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, ooc scaramouche, him just being overall clingy

"You're home quite early"

He snuggled up to you, letting his hands snake around your waist, properly giving you a back hug.

"I sent you a letter..?"

"What letter? I never got one."

"Oh, so they didn't send it directly to you..."

He suddenly let go of you and made you face him with his hands on your shoulders. He looked quite furious but you were used to his behavior.

"I told one of your men to send you a letter on why I'm coming home early, I suppose it didn't reach to you?"

Now, he was raging mad, how dare his subordinate not give him a letter that was meant for him?!

That night, he came home with a bloody clothes, with him carrying a chopped off head. The head looked unrecognizable, i seemed as though he tortured his subordinate until he got bored.

How'd he know that this was the subordinate that didn't send the letter? No idea either.

"(N/N), I have a surprise, come to the living room!"

He shouted, immediately hearing footsteps come downstairs. You came down, rushing since you missed your boyfriend husband. Of course, you knew what he went to do, you just didn't stop him because you were bored

"... Scara"

"Do you like it?"

He went closer to you, having a smile that could give nightmares for days. He wanted to see your reaction, your delighted face and your praises.

"You're such a good boy Scara... Always doing everything for me..."

You said endearingly, taking the head and inspecting it, before carefully setting it aside and going to cup his cheeks

"Thank you for the gift, darling. I appreciate it."

Scaramouche was no fool to your insane mind, he took advantage of it. He was ecstatic to hear that you were just as insane as him. He lived for it.

He smiled back up you and nuzzled his head on your neck, wanting more.

"Such a big baby... But you've done so many good things for me, like; killing people I don't like, giving me everything I want, giving me so much love. You deserve a reward, no?"

"I will give you everything you want just as long as you stay with me. And if anyone were to hurt you, I promise you that, I will bring hell upon them."

You took his head off of your neck and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Such a good boy... A reward is needed, no?"

I wrote this at 4am, so excuse my mistakes, and there will be no part 2

[confusedblakex]

I just want a date (Pt 1)

Pairing: Shota Aizawa X Reader (Gender Neutral)

Summary: A not-so-sane reader just wants to take Eraserhead out on a date

Wordcount: 1396

Warnings: Breaking of bones, asphyxiation and a few yandere thoughts

Requested by: @asilentcruellullaby​

Notes: I wrote this with a male reader in mind but it turned out gender neutral; The reader’s quirk is telekinesis or some form of it

Last edited: 15th November 2024 (final edit date)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

The hero ran into an alleyway as fast as her feet could carry her, she was running on pure adrenaline and fear to get away from you.

She slowed and slid down a wall, collapsing against the support behind her as her hand reached down to her hip-clipped communicator to call for backup. She thought she’d outrun you, and it made you smile at the fact she was so naive. Her fingers were only a hair’s breadth away from the button when her entire arm seized up entirely out of her control.

Silent tears fell down her face as you used your quirk and lifted her arm horizontally. A scream ripped from her throat as you twisted it back, snapped it, and let it drop to an unnatural position. Tears filled her eyes, and her vision became blurry as she sobbed from the pain. She heard your footsteps, but when she looked up to face you, she only saw a big blur of black and white.

“You don’t have to do this,” she whimpered in a pathetic attempt at not getting killed. This made you laugh, and you didn’t even try to suppress it.

“That’s so cliché, you know,” you mocked as you walked closer to the hero, stopping when you were just in front of her slumped over form, feeling so powerful as you looked down at her.

Though the entire scenario felt very cliché, and it made you want to roll around the floor in laughter.

“Besides,” you continued, doing a childish pout, “I’m only doing it to get someone’s attention…”

You let your eyes trail up to her neck and, with your mind, commanded the air to constrict around her throat. The hero began gasping for air as she suddenly felt the pressure around her neck, her ‘good’ not-broken arm rising to pry off whatever was around her throat, only to find nothing. It was certainly an amusing sight, seeing the panic in her eyes as she squirmed in her place for a bit, making gasping and gurgling noises until she could no longer fight off the closing of her eyelids.

“Nighty-night,” you whispered to her as you let go of your invisible strangle grip and crouched down to pull the communicator off her hero costume. The little dots on the screen that showed the locations of other heroes were all far away, around the distraction you had made earlier – all except one.

The one that was moving quickly towards the alleyway in which you were standing (or, more specifically, crouching). You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a voice behind you.

“I know you’re powerful, but you didn’t have to knock down an entire building to get my attention,” Aizawa said, as you stood up and turned around. He was wearing his Eraserhead outfit, but he had lifted the goggles so you could see his eyes.

“Shota!” you practically squealed with excitement, “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up.” You faked a pout again and gazed at him with an adoring stare. Oh, how much you wanted to run your hand through his hair and hold him and kiss him and-

“She’s not dead, is she?” he asked, looking to the unconscious hero who was slumped over against the wall behind you.

You blinked and looked at him with feigned innocence, resisting the urge to smile to yourself about how easily he distracts you.

“Nah, just unconscious and a broken arm, nothing too bad-”

“You knocked down a building.”

You froze for a moment after he said that. Is that a bad thing? A good thing? Was he just stating a fact?

“You didn’t respond to my code!” you retorted with a playful smile the moment it popped into your mind-brain. If he was stating facts, then so would you.

He looked at you like you had just missed something obvious.

“(y/n), spelling out the coordinates of a date location using the ages of the people you’ve kidnapped really isn’t the easiest thing to figure out.” He said in the most monotone voice you’d ever heard him muster.

You frowned at this. You’d thought it’d be fun and relatively easy to figure out, a little game for the two of you to play to make his ‘boring hero work’ a bit more fun.

“Yeah, well… It’s not exactly like I can just ‘call you up’” You said, throwing your arms up in sarcastic joy.

1- You didn’t have a phone.

2- If you did have a phone, you didn’t have his number.

3- Even if you had a phone and knew his number, you were still a wanted criminal.

Aizawa just sighed, and asked again.

“So, you knock down a building to get my attention?”

Okay, so, from the way he said it, it sounded like it was a ‘bad’ thing and not something a ‘normal’ person would do, so you mentally filed ‘knocking down buildings’ under ‘don’t do’ only so you could forget it all in an hour or so.

“Yes,” you confirmed. You just didn’t understand exactly what he didn’t understand.

“Why?”

Oh! This was the perfect moment! You grabbed him with your quirk and pulled him, so he was in front of you.

“Will you be my partner?” you asked in a daydreamy voice as you cupped his cheek with one hand and held his waist with the other, holding him close.

“No” he responded plainly, swatting your hand away from his face as he took a step away from you.

“Shota!” you whined like a child as he crouched down and busied himself with the still unconscious pro hero.

“Why not?!” you asked, crouching down behind him and placing your head on top of his. You were lowkey jealous that an unconscious woman was getting more attention than you.

“You make me work overtime.” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

This made you smile. A genuine happy smile. The reason he didn’t want to date you wasn’t because you were a villain or because you were diagnosed with a mental disorder (that you greatly disagreed with), Aizawa just didn’t care for labels. In his mind, it didn’t matter their gender or their job or their reputation – if he loved them, he loved them, and nothing else mattered. All of this just added to the endless list of reasons why he was perfect.

“Aww I’m sorry, my love, please forgive me.” you said softly, standing up and pulling him up with you before you turned him around and snaked your arms around his waist.

“Let me take you out as an apology? A nice restaurant and maybe a little stroll after? Hmm?” you asked, rocking the two of you from side to side in a gentle dance. He sighed and shook his head in a ‘no’ before resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Please…” you whispered, pulling out the pleading card. God, you would do anything for this man.

“One date, that’s all I ask of you.”

You buried your nose in his hair, closing your eyes and inhaling his scent. You wondered how much closer to him you would feel if you cut him open and crawled inside him?

“One date and I promise I’ll stop bugging you.” you whispered, hoping he’d take the bait. (No, you were never going to leave him alone, so it simply wasn’t realistic to say that you would.)

“No more overtime?” he asked as he looked up at you, sounding the cutest you’d ever heard him.

“No more overtime.” you confirmed with a loving smile.

“Fine,” he said, finally giving in, “one date-”

You suddenly picked him up and spun him around out of pure joy, squealing like a 5-year-old girl.

“Okay, okay.” he said as he pried your arms off him and dropped to the floor. “Don’t make me regret this…” Your smile grew uncontrollably wider. You had a date!

“You won’t, don’t worry.” you assured him, placing a kiss on his nose before you walked backwards and used your quirk on the wall behind you. The wall warped and reshaped so that you could walk through it, and you sent Aizawa a wink as you went.

The wall returned to its original shape behind you and Aizawa just shook his head, a small smile gracing his lips.

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The Devil Within (Avengers X Insane! Reader)

A/N: I came up with this a few days ago so I wanted to write it. Might even do a series or prequel about reader’s past and story.I really like this song so please you should hear it so you could all the badass feelings.Also I need @sebbys-girl and @fvckingavengers opinion please tell me how it turned out even though we don’t even talk to eachother hahahaha.Hope you like it!

Digital Daggers: The Devil Within

P.S:This is mostly reader’s POV.And has Steve x Reader.

P.S2: Reader has Dissociative identity disorder

Warnings:Violence,TOO MUCH Blood,Minor Swearing,Angst.

The Devil Within (Avengers X Reader)

I will keep quiet You won't even know I'm here You won't suspect a thing You won't see me in the mirror But I crept into your heart You can't make me disappear Til I make you

Anger flared threw your veins.A feeling in your chest making you want to scream until you were voiceless.You were mad.

“They all died because of you.Their blood is in your hands.And you enjoyed every second of it”

The voice of the HYDRA agent echoed through your head making you sick.You gritted your teeth, looking at the agents in fron of you.You gripped your gun thightly before you threw it to the ground,the sound of metal colliding with cement rining in the room.You looked down at your feet,trying to fight your inner demons.

I made myself at home In the cobwebs and the lies I'm learning all your tricks I can hurt you from inside I made myself a promise You would never see me cry Til I make you

They were chasing you,clouding your head with such images,trying to pull you into darkness.You tried to fight,tried to hide your dark side.As you looked up you felt been consumed by all the anger and madness.You realized something.

Your demons had won.

You were inside your head, begging to yourself to not do anything.You screamed,yelled and cried but it was useless.

From your back you took out your axe.Gripping it thightly like if it was your anchor and you took off your com, smashing it with your foot.You smiled wickedly,your eyes with a glint of madness and anger.As you laughed humorlessly, you slowly walked towards the group of agents.When you were standing in front of them,you smiled again and said.

“I did.And it felt so good,that I want to feel it again”

You'll never know what hit you Won't see me closing in I'm gonna make you suffer This hell you put me in I'm underneath your skin The devil within You'll never know what hit you

Avengers POV

“Where’s (Y/N)?”Steve asked to his teamnates.

“Last time I saw her she was in the east side. I don’t know where she is”Clint said.Steve only nodded and pressed the button of his com.

“(Y/L/N) where are you?” He was met with estatic.He tried again.

“(Y/N) answer me dammit!” He yelled.Making the Avengers flinch.Steve turned to Natasha.

“Nat You and I are going to the east side.The rest of you will be watching this cameras.We can’t loose her” Steve ordered.Walking towards the hall,Natasha following him.

Steve only wished you were okay.

Reader’s POV

As you finished your sentence,your axe cut off his head.The body falling to the floor,blood dropping to the floor slowly.You looked up to other agents, their faces now pale,realizing what they have done.They all tried to escape,but you locked the all the doors with your mind.

They all pointed their guns at you and fired, but your mind stopped all of them.Raising a hand,the guns in the agents hands came flaying towards you and you clenched your fist.Turning them into dust.

I will be here When you think you're all alone Seeping through the cracks I'm the poison in your bones My love is your disease I won't let it set you free Til I break you 

You looked at them, all frightened,vulnerable,just for you to destroy.

“This is going to be fun” You said walking towards them smiling like a Cheshire cat.

You'll never know what hit you Won't see me closing in I'm gonna make you suffer This hell you put me in I'm underneath your skin The devil within You'll never know what hit you

The first guard ran towards you,trying to stab you.you easily dodged him and cut off his arm and leg.All the guards ran towards you, trying to disarm you or harm you.You easily dodged and cut all of them.

A guard to your left tried to take your axe but you kicked him in the stomach and cut off both of his legs in one swift movement.He fell in the floor with a cry of pain and you enjoyed seeing him suffer.All that time fighting you had a mad smile on your face,slaughtering every agent in the room. 

It felt so good,you missed this so much.

I tried to be the lover to your nightmare Look what you made of me Now I'm a heavy burden that you can't bear Look what you made of me Look what you made of me I'll make you see

Avengers POV

They were all trying to find you in the cameras with not so many luck.They were going to give up until they heard Steve in the coms.

“I think she’s here in the east but the doors are locked.The room is 1456” 

They all rushed to the door.Not expecting to see what you become.

Reader’s POV

The last agent was in the floor,bleeding and crying for mercy.You smiled sweetly, like a mother looking at her newborn child and kneeled in front of him.You traced the side of his face with your finger thinking “I’m gonna enjoy this”

You'll never know what hit you Won't see me closing in I'm gonna make you suffer This hell you put me in I'm underneath your skin The devil within You'll never know what hit you

You took your knife out, cutting the chest area of his uniform first.Once there was no fabric in your way you cut a deep gash in his chest.Hearing him cry out in pain only made you more excited.You cuted deeper until you finally stabbed him.You twisted the knife inside him and took it out voilently.The lifeless body of the guard layed in the ground.Bleeding.You laughed and looked around you until you met a familiar pair of baby blue eyes.Your smile inmediatly dropping.

Avengers POV

They were horrified.The scene in front of them was horrifying.Limbs and bodies everywhere, blood in the walls.It was a nightmare.

They all looked at you,speechless.Wondering how their sweet and kind teammate could have done all of this.

Steve’s POV

Hesaw you in the middle of the room.He saw how you killed that man.You were mad.The sweet, kind and shy (Y/N) was gone in that moment.Your eyes were empty and full with madness and anger, you were covered with blood and had a horrifying smile plastered in your face.

But as you met his eyes,they were filled with regret and pain.

Reader’s POV

As you met Steve’s eyes, you felt a pain in your head and saw what you done.Looking around you, you saw blood everywhere, in your clothes in the walls in your hands.

You let your other side come out.And you felt awful for it. 

You let out a chocked scream as you looked around you and you fell on your knees.Gripping your hair and crying silently.You felt a han on your shoulder and looked up to see Steve trying to comfort you.But in his eyes you saw he was scared.

Scared of you

And as you stood up you heard a voice in your head.

The devil within You'll never know what hit you

(Thanks for reading this!!!!!! Sorry if this has a darker theme but it was came to my head.Anyways hope you liked it and please please please reblog it would mean so much to me.Bye!)