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Whos ready for all the halloween fanfics to come out? I know i am 😈 (just one of many fan fics)

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does anyone remember the chokehold this scene had on the aot fandom or is it just me. #reminiscing..

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every time someone writes my baby jean kirstein as a jerk fuck boy, cheater, toxic, disrespectful to women and extremely popular, an angel loses his wings; because he would literally be the og yearner, he's a big loser who thinks he's a popular guy, bro could never use women, he would be a hopeless romantic, a soft spoken man, nervous around the girl he likes, respectful, overprotective, he would always put the person he loves first, probably the best boyfriend/husband in this world.

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Wc: 1.5K

Warnings: This IS smut, read at YOUR own risk. Reader is a female, Hange has a dick, and Exhibitionism / risky sex.

Also this is not proofread!! 

You and Hange have been together almost a year now. However, you two have had to keep everything private and secret. 

Why? 

Well that was because you are a cadet she’s a commander. If anyone were to find out about you guys relationships, it would get you both in trouble. Even if you were 18+ it was still not seen as appropriate since Hange was nearly in her 40’s and like before, you are a cadet she’s a commander.

It’s been times that you guys have done stuff that has almost got either one of you in trouble.

 It’s the coming in with red lipstick marks on her white shirt or you coming in with painful looking hickeys.

Because of this and because of her Titan research, has been a little more distant with you. She feels like y’all are being a little too risky with the relationship.

But you wanted to see her so that’s what you did.

When you walked into her office, you weren’t greeted with a sight that would please you much. Hange was in her office, the palm of her hand rested on her forehead while her elbow sat on the table with a clicking pen in her hand. She was looking really stressed out right now.

 She had beads of sweat coming down her forehead, a cup of coffee next to her and scattered papers on the walls on the floor and on her desk. 

“Hange, what’s going on with you? You’ve been drowning yourself in work and you’ve been avoiding me. I miss you.”

“It’s work.. As much as I care about these Titans. I’m the only one contributing into the research of them. Erwin is dead, so it’s pretty much just been me and everything keeps piling up and it all ends up coming down to me. I don’t know what to do anymore.” Her gaze shifted to the papers all on her desk.

“why don’t we take a break, hmm? I can take your mind off of it for a while..” You said in a suggestive tone.

Hange perked up when she heard what you said, her tired expression becoming more lively. 

Your smile became a smirk as you went up to her and sat on her lap. 

She took in your lips, kissing you with passion. Your hands came up to cup her face, her own hands heading down to hold the waist that she loved. 

You began to soft grind onto her, deepening the kiss by adding a little bit of tongue. You can feel her start to get hard under you. 

She wasn’t the only one having a reaction.

You felt your pussy’s wetness soaking up your underwear. Soon you pulled back, both of you panting with a saliva trail holding y’all’s lips together. Once you had caught your breath you climbed under her desk.

“I don’t wanna distract you too much, so you can get back to it.”

She looked down, her mouth slightly open. “Okay..” She got comfortable before starting to study again. She was way more motivated by what you had did to her so she scribbled away on her paper. Lost in studies, she hadn’t realized that you were still under the table unzipping her pants.

 It wasn’t until the tip of her pulsing dick was in your mouth. Her lips quivered and she nervously swallowed, one hand finding your head. Her slim fingers thread carefully through your hair, making way through your tangles till she managed to get a solid grip. 

Just then there was a knock on her office door which was opened right after. It was Levi. Hange tapped your head with her fingers trying to tell you to stop. You did so, you mouth hovering over her swollen pink tip.

“Have you finished the paperwork yet?” Levi asked.

“Ye-yeah.. I’m almost done with the paperwork!” Hange replied, trembling over her own words.

“I’ll come back to get them, try and have them done by 5:00, sharp. Don’t spend you time messing around..”

“I got yo-“ She was cut off by the feeling of her entire dick being engulfed by the warmth of your mouth. Her thighs clenched around your head, crushing you a bit. 

Levi raised an eyebrow. “The hell?”

Hange sat stiffly, the feeling of you sucking her overwhelming her.

“I don’t even want to know..” Levi walked to the door and stopped in front of it. “Have those papers done by the time I’m back.” He said before leaving, closing the door behind him. He said something as he walked away but it was audible enough for you guys to hear.

“Y/N! You can’t be doing that! You could’ve gotten us in trouble..” Hange said a little panicked. 

However you looked up at her with those puppy eyes while sucking her off. She couldn’t stay mad at you at all. She leaned back in chair, her head falling as she panted and gasped. The feeling of your mouth was taking over her body. 

The veins in her dick were pulsing more than before.

Hange was getting close now. She grabbed your head and started to fuck your face. Her dick was coated with a bunch of slobber from you now. She dick a few hard thrusts into your mouth that made you gag, till she painted the back of your throat white. 

You were quick to pull back, catching your breath. Hange let the rest of her cum out onto your tongue. When she was finished, you swallowed the salty sweet cum and wiped off your mouth. You got from under the desk and stood up, your back facing her way.

She grabbed your pants and slipped them off, you panties falling with them. You lowered, your hips hovering over her dick. She positioned it towards your leaky entrance, shoving it into you.  

You moaned loud at the feeling. “Shh..lower your voice baby..” she whispered in your ear. After taking a few moments to adjust, you began to bounce on her lap. The sounds of your skin hitting hers filled the quietness of the room. 

You panted, occasionally letting out moans and squirms. You didn’t wanna upset Hange by being too loud so you kept your volume to a minimum. 

Your bouncing was boring Hange so shhe slid herself out of you. “Wait what?..Why’d you pull out-“ She stood up and bend you over onto the her desk, a bunch of paper falling to the floor. 

She put her dick back into you, your pussy quickly wrapping back around her.

“Fuck Y/N..” She said in a husky voice. She began to thrust into like an animal. You were panting heavy, a tear coming out of your eyes.

“I told you to lower your voice, not to be quiet. Lemme hear you baby..”

Which eat each thrust, you began to get louder and louder. Hange liked that so she smacked your ass, plunging her cock even deeper into you. When you pushed past your cervix and into THAT spot, you couldn’t help but make another loud moan, arching you back.

“Oh?..right here hm?” 

Never let Hange find your g-spot because you knew she would be abusing it until you came on her dick. And that’s just what she did.

Her thrusts had more force in them now. Hange put your face into the desk you gripped onto the edge of the table for support. You were being too loud so she had to shush you one way or another. She smacked your ass, slowing in speed and higher in force.

The clapping that filled the room was so loud now. Your pussy felt like it was on fire. You reached down to rub yourself but Hange swatted your hand and did it herself. She flicked your clit until it was SORE. You felt something coming, and it wasn’t just orgasm.

All of this was too overwhelming. Tears fell from your eyes and you were drooling all over Hanges paperwork. Your mind was hazy, the only thing that your mind could register was the feeling off her dick slamming into you.  Your legs were starting to get numb under her.

The feeling of your pussy clenching alarmed Hange. “You gonna cum, hm?? Yeah cum on this dick..” She said, recklessly flicking your clit side to sides you let that pressure that was building up inside you out. You had squirted all over Hange and her abdomen, for the first time. It turned Hange on so much..

“Damn..that’s a lot..” She said, as she kept going. The feeling off your weak pussy clenching her making her wanna cum even more

“P-please..no more..it’s to much..!” You moaned out, but Hange didn’t listen. She wasn’t gonna stop until she got to cum too. She thrusted into you harshly before filling you to the brim. She groaned out loud.

When you tried to pull away, she didn’t let you. “Mm mm..keep it in mamas.” She felt thrusting the cup inside of the you, not letting it out. Slowly, you relaxed and submitted to her as you had no other choice.

“That’s my good girl..”

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She’s the high I can’t survive

Summary:

You're just trying to keep your head down and stay clean. College is meant to be a fresh start. But when your roommate drags you to a frat party, you meet Ymir: sharp tongue, smug smile, and zero regard for boundaries. You don't know her, but after that night, you can't stop thinking about her.

She's everything you should stay away from...

so of course, you don't.

Chapter 1: Boxes, Blondes, and Bad Feelings

You’ve never been good with change.

Even when it’s supposed to be exciting—like moving into your first college dorm, starting fresh, wiping the slate clean—your stomach still twists itself into knots. The drive here was mostly quiet, filled with half-hearted small talk and long stretches of silence that none of you tried too hard to fill. You told yourself this was supposed to be a new chapter. But now, standing in the dorm hallway, clutching your bags and facing a door with your name on it, it doesn’t feel new. It just feels unknown.

Room 312.

The door’s cracked open already. You pause for half a second before nudging it the rest of the way.

There’s someone inside.

She’s kneeling by the dresser, carefully folding clothes into drawers, but she stands up the second she hears you—so quickly it’s like she’s been waiting, listening for your arrival. Her smile is immediate, bright and a little too wide, like she practiced it.

“Oh! You’re here!” she says. “Hi—I’m Historia. You must be Y/N. Right? Please tell me you're Y/N.”

You blink. “Yeah. That’s me.”

She lets out a breath like she’s been holding it for hours. “Thank God. I was worried you’d be one of those people who doesn’t show up until the next day or something.”

She crosses the room and holds out her hand. You shake it, still trying to process the overwhelming wave of... friendliness.

“Sorry,” she adds quickly, pulling her hand back. “I get kind of nervous meeting people. Not in a weird way! Just—I don’t know, this whole roommate thing feels like a blind date, and I didn’t want to be the terrible one.”

You can’t help the small smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth. “You're fine. Definitely not terrible.”

She laughs a little, relieved. “Cool. Okay. Yeah. Cool.”

You drop your bags by the empty bed and glance around. Her half of the room is already coming together—soft pillows, a few photos tacked to the wall, a pastel throw blanket folded neatly at the end of her mattress. It’s lived-in in a way that makes your side look like a hotel room.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d be like,” she says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and sitting back on her bed. “I looked at the roommate list like, twenty times. You had the sunset profile pic, right?”

You nod. “Guilty.”

“I liked it,” she says, fast, then winces. “I mean—not like, liked liked it, I just—okay, I’m saying too much.”

You laugh, and it seems to relax her a little.

“Seriously, you’re good,” you say. “I’m not exactly a social butterfly either.”

“Oh, thank God,” she breathes, flopping back onto her bed. “I was so scared I was going to end up with someone who wakes up at 5 a.m. to do yoga and never talks.”

You unzip your duffel bag and start pulling out clothes, trying to feel normal. She keeps talking, filling the silence with stories about her hometown (“small, kind of boring, lots of cows”), and her panic about whether to bring a mini coffee maker or not.

There’s something about her—genuine and a little jittery, like she’s trying really hard not to mess this up. It’s endearing, honestly.

As the sun dips low and paints the room gold, Historia glances at her phone.

“So… there’s a party tonight,” she says, her voice light but cautious. Like she’s trying not to scare you off. “Just something casual. First weekend kind of thing. I was thinking about checking it out. And I thought maybe you could come with?”

You glance up from your bag, your fingers pausing on the edge of a hoodie.

“Tonight?”

She nods, quick. “Yeah, but no pressure. Like—zero pressure. I just figured, I don’t know, it might be fun? A distraction?”

There it is again—that flutter of unease. But this time, it’s sharper.

You don’t just not like parties. You don’t do parties. Not anymore. You promised yourself that.

The late nights, the music pounding like a second heartbeat, the drinks you never wanted but always took anyway, the version of you that only came out when things blurred. It’s not who you want to be anymore. You’ve worked hard to leave that person behind.

And this—this is exactly the kind of night that could undo it all. No rules. No control. No one to stop you if you slip.

You know better.

You should say no.

But when you look over at Historia, your resolve starts to crack.

She’s fiddling with the hem of her sleeve again. Her smile’s still there, but it’s faltering at the edges now—like she’s already bracing for the letdown. You realize, in that moment, that she’s just as nervous as you are. She doesn’t want to go alone.

She doesn’t want to be left behind.

And you’ve been there. More times than you’d like to admit.

You force a small smile. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll go.”

“Really?” Her whole face brightens, like you just made her week. “Okay. Great. You won’t regret it—I mean, hopefully not.”

You nod, trying to ignore the warning bells ringing in your chest.

“Let me just change or something,” you mumble.

“Nothing fancy,” she says quickly, clearly trying not to seem too excited. “Just like… cute but not ‘I tried really hard’ cute. Or whatever makes you feel good.”

She means well. You can tell. And she’s sweet. Nervous, kind, maybe a little too eager—but genuine. It’s not her fault.

It’s yours. Because you said yes, knowing full well you shouldn’t.

You tell yourself you’ll be careful. You won’t drink. You’ll stick close to Historia, stay in control, leave early if you have to.

But deep down, you know that’s not always how it works.

You know what it feels like to lose yourself in a room full of strangers and wake up the next morning not remembering what line you crossed.

You know how easy it is to fall back into bad habits when no one’s watching.

And still… you’re going.

You’re going because she looked at you like a lifeline. Because you couldn’t bring yourself to leave her hanging. Because even now, with everything you’ve learned the hard way, you still have trouble saying no.

What you don’t know is that someone’s going to see you there—really see you.

Someone who won’t care about lines or rules or what’s good for you.

Someone who’s going to throw your balance off completely.

You don’t know Ymir.

Not yet.

But you will.

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Hii I’m a new writer and I was wondering if this seems like an interesting story? It’s a Ymir x reader btw!

She’s the High I Can’t Survive

Summary: You’re just trying to keep your head down and stay clean. College is meant to be a fresh start. But when your roommate drags you to a frat party, you meet Ymir: sharp tongue, smug smile, and zero regard for boundaries. You don’t know her, but after that night, you can’t stop thinking about her.

She’s everything you should stay away from… so of course, you don’t.

(PLEASE LMK IF YOU’D READ THIS! Also should I also post it on tumblr👀 maybe Wattpad too…)