If You Arent Busy Can I Request Hc For Anakin Of How He Would Feel About His Darling Not Liking Him You

If you aren’t busy can I request hc for Anakin of how he would feel about his darling not liking him you can make up the reason why or she can just hate him because she can she doesn’t a need a reason

I Hate You

Pairing: Yandere!Anakin Skywalker X f!Reader

Warnings: Obsessive, possessive, jealous behaviors; mentions of kidnapping, death, isolation; slightly swearing

Anakin will do anything to win your love.

Really, anything.

You want dresses and jewelery that are as flashy and almost impossible to reach as the royal family wears?

It's yours. Damn, it's fucking yours.

He's ready to kill. Always. Whoever it is.

Just tell him.

"I will love you if you destroy a planet full of innocent creatures."

And let Anakin blow it up in a second.

Just love him.

Just give him your love.

But you don't love Anakin no matter how hard he tries.

He looks into your eyes with hope and expectation. "I wonder if she will love me this time?"

But no, you turn your back on him and say that sentence that broke his heart.

"I don't love you. In fact, I hate you."

Anakin doesn't understand. He can give you anything you want. And he gives you everything you need.

Then why?

"You kidnapped me."

He kidnapped you because the galaxy is so dangerous. Every living being that passes by is so dangerous. He can't risk your life. You have to stay by his side, otherwise sinister beings will hurt you or want to kidnap you to make you theirs. No, Anakin doesn't take it. He blows off each of them with his lightsaber.

"You don't let me out of the room."

Let horny scumbags see you and be turned on by your beauty? You're only his. He's so jealous of you that he can't stand the thought of someone looks at you but him. So showing off your perfect curves and angelic skin isn't for him. If they see you, he'll stab his lightsaber in their eyes. Only he is allowed to see you.

"You don't let me talk to anyone. I'm so lonely."

You have Anakin. You can talk to him. You don't need anyone else. He's ready to adore every word that comes out of your mouth. Ready to shower you with love and attention. He's doting on you so much that you're about to suffocate from the affection he gives. You still feel lonely because he's the only person you see. But Anakin doesn't accept that and gives you more attention in other ways.

"You killed all those innocent people. Including children. You're a monster."

He did it to protect you. All to protect you. Just your heart and brain are too touchy to handle this. So he doesn't force you to understand why. He doesn't like when violence is mentioned to your sweet ears. It only shows how naive you are to believe there are good in a race that wants to harm you.

He does and will do anything for you. So why don't you love him?

There is no reason. No single reason. Why. don't. you. love. him?

He gets furious about it. A lot indeed.

His fury is getting worse over time.

He was patient at first.

He was as patient as he could and was waiting for the day when you would give him your love.

But years are about to pass and you still don't love him.

Besides, you say you hate him.

He certainly doesn't take it well.

His obsession with you grows so much that he doesn't even want you to get out of bed. He just wants to bring everything you need and you love, and spend his every second he can to adore you.

"Look, everything you need is here. Even stuffies, jewelry, colorful pens, papers, books, and more. Our bed is wide enough to hold them all, you don't have to get up."

Then the way he spends time with you changes.

Sometimes he sits across from the bed and just watches you. He looks so intensely that sometimes you get scared. His gaze is so stern. Because he's lost in your beauty.

You turned your back once.

"Turn your face to me, my angel. I want to see your sweet little face."

His voice was so deep, so hoarse. You got scared and turned back.

"You'll never turn your back on me again, alright, my angel?"

His voice was soft as he was talking to you but he didn't smile, his eyes were so dark. Threatening. A threat to everyone but you.

Sometimes he sits next to you on the bed and asks what you're doing, asking you to show him. He wonders about everything you do and why you do. He's so interested in what's going on inside your cute little head.

Sometimes he sits you on his lap and gets busy with your body. Smells your neck, kisses your cheeks, caresses your hair...

But he's definitely scary when he's not with you. So angry, so miserable, so aggressive, so dangerous.

He's not mad at you. In his eyes, it's not your fault. Just something's going wrong.

His anger isn't against you, but against everyone and everything.

The reason you don't love him must be the fault of something else or someone.

The deaths of the innocent are increasing.

There are planets slain around.

As for you, you'd better accept any attention Anakin gives you.

Because someone else may lose a hand when you don't want him caress your cheek.

I'm just saying so you know.

And Anakin is now on the dark side.

All for you.

All to get your love.

At any cost.

You will never reciprocate his love?

Then he'll devote his life to your reciprocation until his last breath.

Even if it means the end of the galaxy.

this is probably my favorite piece to date, the emotions, the way i wrote it-

i cannot explain to you how proud of myself i am :)

i know we all just fell in love with Captain Howzer, but Ner Ram’ser still has ahold of my heart :) ❤️ Once again, if you wanna be added to the taglist, just let me know in the comments ☺️

Wolffe encouraged for me to write this because of how i said Crosshair would smell like the ocean, and i just need to get my feels out :) i also used some word prompts for this, so please…

enjoy :) 🥰❤️

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Crosshair x GN!Reader Drabble: He was gone all the time. It felt so… empty. Some days you even wondered if he wasn’t just a figment of your imagination. Some days he came home, in the doorway to your apartment, pulling you into the living room, arms wrapping around you. Those days were the days you knew he was real.

Genre: Fluff, and a tad bit of angst, but not a ton, I promise.

Warnings: None, besides established relationship, but not mentioned

Word Count: 1,033 words, 5,633 characters

*Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to the Star Wars universe, nor do I own anything relating to the Clone Wars universe. I do not own any characters, places, or things unless they are of my own creation.*

Picture is from Pinterest

Word Prompts: Cuddly, Warm, & Soft

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I am so scared that some days you don’t even exist. But then you walk through the door, and I know it’s going to be okay. - Moons

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// In The Tide Of Warmth //

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It was the days when he came home, home in your arms, to your sweet kisses and languid touches. Where you would open the door of your apartment, hope bubbling in your stomach that perhaps it was the one you had been waiting for all this time. Tearful gazes and arms thrown around necks. Cradled bodies against the other, and a whisper that came from his lips:

“I’m home, my love. I’m home.”

Those were Crosshair’s favorite days.

They were yours too.

He had come home late in the night, the Coruscant traffic glowing through the bay windows of your apartment in the night. The sky was blue, deep in the hue, lighting the sky with a color that looked like that blue that was reflected off of a raven’s wings. Pearly stars scattered the night, neon greens and cherry reds from signs all around.

Then there was the warmth.

He had instantly led you right to the living room, clinging you to his chest in his moment of need. For you.

There would always be a void in your relationship with the sniper. He, away in active battlefields and war zones. You, tucked safely away in your apartment, going down to the farmer’s market in your neighborhood every Thursday.

It was an ache in his heart, one that he carried as soon as he left the threshold of you, his home. One that Hunter felt when he met his brother the next morning in the barracks. One that kept his eyes open as his brothers slept peacefully around him at night, unaware that he was missing his own peace.

One that stayed in the muscle behind his ribcage until he came home once again. One that was staved off in the short time you two were able to be in the other’s embrace.

The void couldn’t be filled, but you made the most of the little time you received with him. Always.

It was in your living room, the one that had shadows casted on the floor from the signs outside, where you clung to the other.

Swaying oh so gently. No music, but then again you never needed music. The traffic outside of the glass was music in itself. Shouts and beeps, the rushing of engines and motors clunking.

Warm. Your nose nestled into his neck as it had so many times before, his hands wrapped around your back, fingers softly tracing your waist. Your fingertips gently play with the curls in his hair. Supple lips pressed delicately to your collarbone, then your neck, resting for a short time on your shoulder before repeating the cycle anew.

It was quiet, save for the music of speeders coming through the walls. An occasional mumble, tired, soft hums. There was no battlefield here. No aching hearts here.

Only serendipity.

“I made cookies earlier.”

It was a whisper from you, barely audible.

A quiet chuckle, one that barely reached your ears. A smile on your lips, unknown to him. You begin to pull away to grab the treats you had baked in the early afternoon, the grip on your waist tightening.

“No, no yet.”

You could have cried at that moment. The guard he had so meticulously built around everyone else, including his brothers, falling before your eyes as you snuggled your way back onto his arms.

You breathed in his scent, the smell of blaster fire filling your nose. Even in your home, in his arms, the battlefield still lingered. Always waiting, watching. Never quite leaving you. Or him for that matter.

There was something else.

It was a breezy aroma, one that reminded you all too well of the planet he had come from, one he told you that haunted his dreams.

It wasn’t a bad smell though.

It was… comforting.

“You smell like the ocean.”

The swaying did not stop, nor did his soft touches, but the kisses halted. Breath hitched, lodged in his throat.

“Is- is that bad?”

You pull back from his neck, missing the fragrance instantly. It was a nervous gaze that met yours. Scared, unsure.

It was a quiet laugh and the softening of your heart as you gazed back at him.

“No, it smells like you. Reminds me of you as a person.”

“Oh?”

It was a soft giggle from your mouth, a smile that almost struck him straight through the heart before your explanation finally came.

“The ocean is rough, right? Perhaps a bit mysterious? When people first meet you, you’re mysterious and a little rough.”

You chuckle softly once again, but you don’t miss the way his eyes look fearful, panic quick to swoop in.

Your reassurance comes faster.

“After a while though, the ocean calms down. It becomes serene. You open up, you’re funny and nice-”

“Nice?”

It was a soft smile from you that made his eyebrow raise higher.

“Yes… you’re sweet.”

He was sure the butterflies in his stomach were stuck in his lungs.

You smiled at him sweetly. Sweetly. Just like you said he was. Out of all the words you could have chosen, he didn’t expect the one you did choose.

He loved it.

“Well, I think you're sweet too. Very beautiful, and… sweet.”

A sutter in your heart, some beats skipped. Neither of you were quite sure who leaned in first, or who nuzzled their nose against the other’s.

What you did know was that when your lips met, it was pure bliss.

Lips that were a tad chapped captured yours, soft and gentle. Slow, he took his time, just like always. It was his way of trying to savor every feeling he got, the feelings of which he carried in his bones while he was away.

It was him that pulled away, nestling himself back into the crevice between your neck and shoulder. It was you who cuddled back into his hold, pulled so close that your hearts beat as one.

Swaying oh so gently, with the scent of salty waters filling your nose. The nightly traffic continued, but the stars still shone bright in the night sky.

Shining softly on two lovers, gently swaying in the moonlight.

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Lovers End Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, emotional abuse, threats, minor depiction of violence, toxic reader and unhinged Bucky.

Words: 1128.

Summary: Your marriage is falling apart, and you’re done trying to save it when all your spineless husband does is crying at night when he thinks you can’t hear him. Little do you know how horrifying Bucky can be.

P.S. It’s not me, it’s magnificent @navegandoaciegas and her awesome ideas! Also inspired by TDDUP!

Just in case: this story (hopefully series) doesn’t involve beating or death of major characters!

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“Seriously, Bucky? Fired?” You clenched your fists, glaring at your gloomy husband furiously and thinking of throwing something heavy at him out of frustration. “This is the second time in just one month. Second fucking time! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He said nothing, lowering his gaze to the floor: he knew well you were tired of him being unemployed for over half a year now. Since he left active duty, nothing came off like it was supposed to, and Bucky could understand why you were getting more and more impatient with him.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered under his breath, but you cared little for his constant apologies. 

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Hey! Can I request yandere!Karl Heisenberg? I love your blog aesthetic, it’s so pretty 🤩

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

𝐓𝐖! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐮. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭! 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭! <𝟑

♫ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 — 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆

( 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎: 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 )

oof, holding the heart of heisenberg is a treat and a half

you were once a humble villager, spending your days with dirty knees out in your garden

however, curiosity prevailed once again and sent you into an abandoned mineshaft, signs reading, “DANGER!” and “DO NOT ENTER!” adorning the entrance

and with that, you began your adventure into the dark abyss with only a shattered lantern to defend yourself with

maybe you’d find a crystal or two that would compliment your cottage, you considered

maybe you’d find a rare trinket that would sit well in the duke’s purse, you pondered more

“fucking lycans! what did i say about-…! well, you’re not local. are you, sugar?”

and just like that, you have now been captured acquainted with karl heisenberg

you would have never guessed that being mistaken as some werewolf-mutant would send you spiraling into the factory that the village whispers about in terror

your sparkling wonder with the world, your heavenly features that rival aphrodite, and your enchanting character that'd make any soul with a functioning brain drop to their knees

i mean, can you really blame him for being head over heels?

you are by far the most captivating creature he has ever met…

and now you have become the most valuable thing in karl heisenberg’s life! congratulations!

karl never paid too much attention to keeping a conventional profile, but now that he’s got this beauty on his hip, he has to make a good impression!

he’ll polish the factory spotless (to his best ability) and clean up his appearance, finding a tailor in the village and flaunting a new coat that isn’t discolored by oil and blood

(he even ties his hair up to keep a modest appearance 🥴🥴)

you’re perplexed by how softhearted the man your neighbors titled the “big bad wolf” is, but as i’ve said before, this man is possessive

and these tendencies root from karl’s jealousy and insecurities (thank you miranda)

he’s aware of how replaceable he is; he knows that if you had to choose between him with his lycans up in a factory and some prestigious civilian who'd help you further pursue your love for gardening, you’d pick the latter

however, if you console him of his worries with even the fairest of reassurance, he’s on cloud 9 with a melted heart and weak knees

and you can’t think of a single soul who’s given you the same praise karl has given you

not even the village creep whose stares made you nauseous or the drunk who swore you were the reincarnation of a greek god

karl himself isn’t even sure if he can stop himself from drowning you in the praise you deserve

however, when the lords all meet together, that gooey-eyed man you once knew and adored is replaced with the facade of the villain you once presumed to be (give him any form of affection and that facade will shatter in a millisecond, btw ;))

yes, by request from mother miranda herself, you are obligated to attend every meeting at your lover’s side

she has taken notice of karl’s devotion and how his anger simmered with you on his lap, almost like a pacifier to a baby

just don’t be surprised if he tries to slice the gills off the fish-out-of-water or nearly tears the head off of the broken barbie doll if any of them let their eyes wander

for lack of a better phrase, karl has that “i-hate-everyone-in-the-world-but-you” attitude

but if you’re not at his side?? oh boy…

all that machinery of his has to go to some good use, right?

with cameras, microphones, trackers, there’s never a moment this man can’t keep an eye on you

whether that’s by sending the lycans to watch and protect as you wander about or looming over you as you explore the factory, it is impossible to escape from his grasp

but his tone is so sweet and his embrace is so warm, why would you want to leave anyway?

Being called pet 🤝 Being called doll

The need to be dependant

and looked after

Soft Crosshair Headcannons

because I feel like we're all gonna need them here in a few hours

I stole this image from @rebekadjarin <3

Loves it when you play with his hair. When he first realized how comforting it was, he didn’t know how to tell you that he wanted you to play with his hair more often. So, because he is everyone’s favorite bastard, he just started pouting whenever the two of you would cuddle-- constantly tossing and turning, making a little ‘hmph’ noise every so often. You caught on pretty quickly, though, and it’s become part of your nightly routine to have him lay on your chest while you play with his hair. You did tell him that he needed to work on his communication skills, though.

If the two of you are both just sitting together in silence, he likes to sit you between his legs with your back pressed to his chest. He loves being able to feel you close to him, and you love that he’s warm (seriously this man is a walking furnace). Sometimes, if you’re showing him something you’re reading or working on, he’ll rest his chin on the top of your head so he can see over you.

Typically, the two of you will fall asleep somewhat close together, but when you wake up, Crosshair is always completely wrapped around you. If you have to get up, it takes you a few moments to figure out how to untangle yourself from the mess of limbs.

If you guys are on a planet with nice plant life, he’ll gather some flowers for you when he has the time. Most of the time, he’ll show them to Tech first, just so that he can make sure none of them have any sort of poison or other adverse effects. Once, you stuck one of the buds he had picked on the end of his toothpick, and he had it there for all of three seconds before he started sneezing uncontrollably. That was how you learned that Crosshair was allergic to Ithorian Roses.

The two of you are constantly bringing each other water because you’ll forget to drink it otherwise. Tech always complains about how inefficient it is, since “if you’re getting water, why not just drink it yourself?”

Crosshair loves cats. He turns into an absolute child when he sees one and will stop in the middle of the street to pet one if he has the chance. Wrecker almost convinced him to sneak one aboard the ship, but Hunter shut that one down pretty quickly.

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Sometimes, when the two of you both finish, he’ll just collapse down on top of you and completely ragdoll. If he has time, he’ll lay there and listen to your heartbeat for a while.

If you guys have a really rough session and you end up crying, he’ll hold you by the cheeks and absolutely smother you with kisses and praise. He won’t stop until you’re smiling and laughing and he’s sure you know how much he loves and cares for you.

Loves play fighting with you. If he’s needy and wants your attention, he’ll tickle your sides until you’re on the ground and wrestling with him. Every time, he pretends to be surprised that he’s suddenly hard and grinding into you. More than once, he’s taken you just like that, the two of you dry humping on the floor like teenagers, both half-laughing, half-moaning.

Goes absolutely feral for PDA, even if it’s innocent. He’s so possessive and loves showing off, so every time you hold his hand or tap him on the shoulder to tell him something, he loves the slight little glances that everyone gives the two of you. Just knowing that you’re his and that you’ve chosen to be with him gets him half-hard in his blacks.

Will whisper dirty things in your ear because he thinks you’re cute when you’re flustered. His favorites are little bits of praise: “I’m thinking about how pretty you look on your knees, mesh’la”, “You look so damn good right now. Wanna drag you off into an alley and fuck you ‘til you’re screaming”, “Such a good girl for me. How do you want me to reward you when we get home?”

Always tries to stay awake until you fall asleep after sex, but sometimes, he’ll KO after about two minutes. He looks so peaceful and content when he sleeps, and you always give him a kiss goodnight on the forehead, even if he can’t feel it.