Hiii Quick Question. Whats The Final Request Ur Gonna Do Before You Go On Hiatus? Just Curious Bc You've

Hiii quick question. Whats the final request ur gonna do before you go on hiatus? Just curious bc you've been posting a lot lately. Make sure to take care of yourself as well, mate.

Hello! it’s a platonic Yandere Pieck x Child Female Reader. I’ll quickly write this one up and I will to be on hiatus for Tumblr unfortunately :<

In the meantime I’ll be completing my other story which is on Wattpad and Quotev. Thanks for asking mate and have a good weekend ❤️

I’m having writers block and I need to get this request done quickly. 🥲

Also thinking about changing my Masterlists look to make it more aesthetic, y’know?

can you please do a yandere Erwin x fem reader and some smut please 🥺

Charming Commander

A/N: this is my first time writing a whole smut scene so please tell me if it’s alright 😭🥲 Yandere! Erwin Smith x Female Reader

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the Survey Corps' headquarters. Inside, the halls were silent, most of the soldiers having retired for the night. In a secluded corner of the building, Y/N sat at her desk, trying to focus on the reports in front of her. Her mind kept wandering, thoughts drifting back to her commander.

Erwin Smith was a man of remarkable presence, his authority and charisma unmatched. Y/N had always admired him from afar, drawn to his strength and unwavering determination. But recently, his attention had become more intense, more personal. She couldn't deny the thrill it gave her, but it also filled her with unease.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching broke her reverie. She looked up just as Erwin stepped into the room, his blue eyes locking onto hers. He closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet space.

"Y/N," he greeted, his voice low and commanding. "Still working late, I see."

She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. "Yes, sir. Just finishing up some reports."

He moved closer, his gaze never leaving her. "You work too hard. You should take better care of yourself."

She offered a weak smile. "I could say the same to you, Commander."

Erwin's eyes darkened slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Perhaps you're right."

Before she could react, he was behind her, his large hands resting on her shoulders. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine. "Erwin..." she started, but his grip tightened slightly, silencing her.

"Shh," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "You don't need to say anything."

Her heart pounded as he began to knead her tense muscles, his fingers skillful and firm. She knew she should protest, but the sensations were overwhelming. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck. "You're so beautiful, Y/N," he whispered. "I've watched you for so long, admired your dedication, your strength."

She closed her eyes, torn between the pleasure of his touch and the nagging fear that this was crossing a line. "Erwin, this isn't right," she managed to say, her voice trembling.

He turned her chair around to face him, his expression intense. "You belong to me, Y/N. I've waited long enough."

Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, claiming her in a fierce, possessive kiss. She gasped against his mouth, the taste of him intoxicating. His hands roamed her body, pulling her closer, as if he couldn't get enough of her.

Despite her initial resistance, she found herself melting into his embrace, her body responding to his touch. He lifted her onto the desk, pushing aside the papers in a flurry. His hands moved to her blouse, deftly unbuttoning it, his lips trailing down her neck to the swell of her breasts.

"Erwin, please," she whispered, a mix of desperation and desire.

He paused, his eyes meeting hers with a dark, hungry look. "Please what, Y/N? Tell me what you want."

Her breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

He smirked, his hands sliding up her thighs. "I'll show you."

In one swift motion, he pushed her skirt up, his fingers finding the heat between her legs. She moaned softly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. Erwin watched her intently, his own desire evident.

"You see, Y/N," he said, his voice a low growl. "You were meant to be mine."

He pushed her panties aside, his fingers delving into her slick folds. She cried out, the intensity of his touch overwhelming. He kissed her again, swallowing her moans as he explored her depths, his fingers curling just right.

"Erwin," she gasped, clutching at his shoulders. "It's too much..."

He didn't relent, his pace increasing, driving her closer to the edge. "Come for me, Y/N," he commanded. "Show me that you belong to me."

Her body obeyed, the tension building until it snapped, a powerful climax washing over her. She clung to him, her cries muffled against his chest. He held her close, his breath ragged.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, she looked up at him, her vision hazy. He smiled down at her, a possessive glint in his eyes. "Good girl," he murmured. "You're mine now, Y/N. Never forget that."

He gently lifted her from the desk, carrying her to the small bed in the corner of the room. Laying her down, he began to undress, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity in his gaze made her shiver, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling within her.

"Erwin..." she began, but he silenced her with a finger pressed to her lips.

"Just let me take care of you," he whispered, his voice soft yet commanding.

He joined her on the bed, his hands exploring her body with a mix of reverence and possessiveness. His lips followed, leaving a trail of kisses that ignited her skin. When he finally positioned himself between her legs, she felt a rush of heat, her body aching for him despite the turmoil in her mind.

Erwin entered her slowly, his size stretching her in a way that was both painful and exhilarating. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. He paused, allowing her to adjust, his eyes locked onto hers.

"You're mine, Y/N," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Say it."

She hesitated, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I... I don't..."

His grip tightened on her hips, pulling her closer. "Say it," he repeated, more insistent.

A mixture of fear and desire compelled her to comply. "I'm yours, Erwin," she whispered, her voice trembling.

He smiled, a dark satisfaction evident in his eyes. "Good girl."

With that, he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, driving deeper with each stroke. The intensity of his gaze never wavered, as if he was branding her with his possession. Her body responded despite herself, the pleasure building with each thrust until she was trembling beneath him.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Let go, Y/N. Show me you're mine."

Her climax hit her with the force of a tidal wave, her body arching beneath him as waves of pleasure washed over her. She cried out his name, her fingers clutching at him as if he were her lifeline. He followed shortly after, a deep growl rumbling from his chest as he found his release within her.

For a moment, they lay tangled together, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. Erwin held her close, his possessive grip never loosening.

"You belong to me, Y/N," he murmured against her hair. "And I'll never let you go."

As the reality of her situation settled over her, Y/N realized that escape might be impossible. Erwin's love had twisted into something dark and unrecognizable, and she was trapped in his web, with no way out.

In the days that followed, Erwin's behavior remained intense and possessive. He rarely left her side, always watching, always aware. The other members of the Survey Corps noticed his increased attention towards her, but no one dared to question the commander.

Y/N tried to find moments of solitude, times when she could think clearly and plan an escape. But Erwin was always there, a constant, suffocating presence. He would touch her, kiss her, whisper dark promises in her ear. His obsession knew no bounds, and she feared what he might do if she ever tried to leave.

One night, as they lay in bed together, Erwin's arm draped possessively over her, Y/N made a silent vow. If there was any chance of escape, she would take it. She would find a way to break free from Erwin's twisted love, no matter the cost.

But for now, she had to bide her time, waiting for the right moment. Because no matter how deep Erwin's obsession ran, Y/N knew that her will to survive was stronger. And she would not let him control her fate.

As she drifted off to sleep, Erwin's hold on her tightened, as if sensing her thoughts. "Remember, Y/N," he whispered against her ear. "You're mine. Always."

With those words echoing in her mind, Y/N closed her eyes, determined to find a way out of the darkness that had consumed their love.

Can I request yandere bertholdt x kidnapped reader if your comfortable with it?

Fake Comrade

Yandere! Bertolt Hoover x Female Reader

Y/N awoke to darkness, a thick blindfold tightly wrapped around her eyes. Her wrists ached from the restraints biting into her skin, and the cold, hard surface beneath her sent shivers down her spine. She struggled to remember how she ended up here, panic slowly rising in her chest.

Footsteps echoed in the distance, slow and deliberate. She froze, heart pounding, as they drew nearer. The blindfold was yanked off, and she blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the dim light. A tall, shadowy figure loomed above her, and as her vision cleared, she recognized him.

"Bertolt?" she whispered, disbelief coloring her tone. His usually gentle face was etched with an unsettling intensity, a fervent glow in his eyes that she'd never seen before.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured, crouching down to her level. "I didn't want to do this, but you left me no choice."

She stared at him, trying to reconcile this version of Bertolt with the quiet, kind boy she had known. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "You don't understand how much I care about you. Every time I saw you with someone else, every time you smiled at them instead of me, it tore me apart. I couldn't stand it anymore."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled against the ropes. "Bertolt, this isn't right. You can't just... take me like this."

His expression softened, and for a moment, she caught a glimpse of the Bertolt she once knew. He reached out, gently brushing a tear from her cheek. "I know it's hard to understand now, but I'm doing this for us. For our future."

"You can't force someone to love you," she whispered, voice trembling. "This isn't love, Bertolt. This is obsession."

He flinched at her words, but the determined look in his eyes didn't waver. "Maybe it is. But I don't care. As long as you're with me, I can protect you. I can make you see how much you mean to me."

The door creaked open, and Bertolt stood, casting one last, lingering glance at her. "Just give it time, Y/N. You'll see. You'll understand."

As he walked away, she felt a sinking dread settle in her stomach. She was trapped, alone with a boy whose love had twisted into something dangerous and suffocating. And as the door closed behind him, she was left with nothing but the chilling echo of his footsteps and the oppressive weight of his obsession.

Hours passed in the dim room, the silence broken only by Y/N's ragged breathing and the occasional creak of the building settling. She tugged at the ropes again, but they held firm, chafing her wrists and sending spikes of pain shooting up her arms. Desperation clawed at her insides as she tried to devise a plan. There had to be a way out.

The sound of a key turning in the lock jolted her from her thoughts. The door opened, and Bertolt stepped in, carrying a tray. He set it down on a small table and approached her, his expression softening when he saw the fear in her eyes.

"I brought you some food," he said quietly. "You must be hungry."

Y/N glared at him, defiance warring with her hunger. "I don't want anything from you," she spat.

Bertolt's shoulders sagged, but he didn't retaliate. Instead, he simply sat down beside her, his large frame making the room feel even smaller. "I know you're angry," he murmured. "I understand. But I'm doing this for us, Y/N. You have to believe that."

She turned her head away, tears of frustration blurring her vision. "You can't keep me here forever," she said, her voice breaking. "Someone will come looking for me."

He sighed, a pained look crossing his face. "I know. But by the time they find us, you'll understand. You'll see that we belong together."

Days turned into weeks, and despite her initial resistance, Y/N found herself growing weaker. Bertolt was always there, a constant presence, watching over her with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness that made her skin crawl. He took care of her needs, bringing her food and water, but he never loosened her restraints.

One evening, as the sun set and bathed the room in a soft, golden light, Bertolt sat down beside her again. He looked different this time, more vulnerable, as if the weight of his actions was finally starting to wear on him.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" he asked quietly.

Y/N didn't respond, but her silence encouraged him to continue.

"It was at the training camp. You were struggling with your gear, and I offered to help you. You smiled at me, and in that moment, I knew I wanted to protect you. To keep you safe from everything."

She closed her eyes, the memory bittersweet. "I remember," she whispered. "But this isn't protection, Bertolt. This is imprisonment."

He reached out, gently taking her hand in his. "I know it seems that way now. But one day, you'll see that everything I've done was for you. For us."

As the days continued to pass, Y/N's hope began to wane. The reality of her situation settled over her like a suffocating blanket, and she realized that escape might be impossible. Bertolt's love had twisted into something dark and unrecognizable, and she was trapped in his web, with no way out.

One night, as she lay awake in the darkness, she heard Bertolt's soft, steady breathing beside her. For the first time, she allowed herself to really look at him. The boy she had once considered a friend was now a stranger, his face marked by the weight of his obsession.

In that moment, she made a silent vow. If there was any chance of escape, she would take it. She would find a way to break free from Bertolt's twisted love, no matter the cost.

But for now, she had to bide her time, waiting for the right moment. Because no matter how deep Bertolt's obsession ran, Y/N knew that her will to survive was stronger. And she would not let him control her fate

Hear me out…

They look the same.

I have one more request and then I’m going on hiatus for tumblr 🥲