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thinking about frustrated and stressed hange

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Hange Zoe who is a graduate student and just gets so frustrated after teaching a class. They come storming home after they finally answer the hundredth question about when the next essay is due, or patiently explaining why someone lost two points for mislabeling a measurement in their lab. They slam the door to your shared apartment open, tie already loosened, spindly fingers unbuttoning the front of their shirt. They spot your lazing form on the coach, eyes brightening significantly as they practically jump on you.

They kiss you deeply, hands already working at your sweatpants, shimmying them down your hips as they move down to mouth at your neck. Red blossoms at your throat, their lips leaving a trail as they move down your body. They lavish your breasts through the thin cotton of your shirt, teething at your pebbled nipples while your arc into them, your hands burying themselves into their hair. Hange moves on just as quickly, pushing your shirt up to your breasts and biting at your stomach before continuing down. Single-minded.

They kiss your clit once, fleeting, a brief pressure that has your hips bucking. Hange stares up at you from between your thighs, breath fanning over your wet curls, their glasses fogged and hair falling out of their bun. A single long digit prods at your entrance as they continue to stare, leaning down just enough capture your clit between their lips. You whine. Hange sucks, cheeks hollowing at the force, teeth catching on the sensitive flesh, all the while two fingers push smoothly into you. A hoarse scream escapes you, hands scrambling at the rough fabric of the couch, thighs slamming shut around Hange’s head while you throw your head back, eyes rolling. Hange’s free hand rakes down your abdomen, dull nails biting into your flesh, they pull away from your heat briefly, “eyes on me baby.”

Your eyes snap back to them, staring into their blown-out eyes, and their hand stops just above your curls, and presses down at your stomach, another finger teasing your entrance. A particularly aggressive suck has you shuddering, colors flickering in your vision, black spots dancing.

You float as Hange laps at their mess, sucking their fingers clean, humming, their gaze just as intense as before. They shimmy back up your body slightly, just enough to nestle between your thighs better, tucking their head to your stomach. You play with their hair as you catch your breath, carding through the damp hair, scratching at their scalp. Hange presses into your hand, eyes slowly falling shut as they shift, pressing a gentle kiss to their scratches, “thank you love.”

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hange and their strap

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hange loves fucking you with a strap, the way you squirm under their thrusts, shuddering whenever they manage to hit just the right spot. their gaze is almost clinical when they fuck you, hard and with no mercy, intent on giving you as many orgasms they can, as fast as they can. they like the way your legs shake, how if they get you worked up enough, your legs tremble around their waist, jerking and uncoordinated. grinning when you try to pull them tighter to you, but you’re simply too weak. shivering at the way tears stream unsteadily down your cheek, leaving their whole body burning.

but before they fuck you hard, they like it when you sit on their lap, strap pushed deep into your cunt, keeping you nice and full. they like to fill out paperwork, to read reports, while you squirm against them, shifting in their lap to give yourself just a little bit stimulation. sometimes they’ll take pity on you, their fingers lazily circling your clit to give you a bit of relief while their other hand signs a form.

other times they’re mean. they press down on your hips, hard, keeping you from moving even an inch. they slap your ass when you wiggle too much, leaving a blotchy red on your skin, hot to the touch. and when you get too comfortable, they rake their nails up your thighs, leaving you bucking in their lap. or a harsh slap to your pussy, while you whine under their hand, trying to pull yourself off their strap. they pull you tight to them, bottoming out again and whispering a warning in your ear.

when they fuck you after this it’s as much of a punishment as it is a reward, praise mixed with harsh insults, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. they caress you one moment and shove their fingers against your tongue until you gag the next. you’re lucky if you can walk properly in the morning, sore and covered in marks. but hange is always doting on you afterwards, apologies falling from their lips for pushing you too much (no matter how much you say you like it), pressing kisses to your sweaty face and hugging you tight to them.

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thinking about pieck after a long mission

pieck can never stand up straight without wincing after a longer deployment, always hunched over and fighting the instinctive urge to be on all fours. she can do it, she’ll walk properly, biting her tongue bloody as she does, always standing up-right in front of the eldian soldiers, she’ll put on a brave face in front of the parades welcoming the titan shifters homes. but porco is always nearby to catch her if she stumbles. it’s when the group finally gets inside the eldian warriors’ compound that she allows herself to relax, accepting zeke and porco’s help gratefully.

and when she finally sees you, standing further down the hallway, just out of view of the rest of the public? she practically shoves the boys away from her, stumbling the few feet into your arms and practically collapsing, an odd mixture of a hug and being used as a crutch. she shoves her face into your neck with a tired sigh and you can feel her eyes lashes fluttering against your neck. when you laugh, she bites down on the skin on your neck, merciless. at your yelp, she has the audacity to laugh, demanding that you take her to the physical therapist. you always do as she commands, pressing a long kiss to her hair, shifting so you take more of her weight and leading her through the winding halls of the compound, listening intently as she murmurs about her time away.

despite having a titan known for stamina, it’s her literal super power, pieck always manages to push it too far. it leaves you worried at the dark bruises under her eyes and lethargic movements. when she finally goes to sleep after a long deployment, truly sleep and not the quick naps during deployment that last less than a couple hours, she’s asleep for at least a full day. and you are, according to her, required to stay with her. she’ll latch onto you, grumbling and pulling you tighter to her when you try to escape. the only reason you get to leave is to get her food when she demands it, feeding the sleepy warrior fruits and sweets even though she can barely keep her eyes open. you press kisses to her lips between bites, heart swelling with the little giggles she gives.

when she is in her titan form, she gets hungrier much slower than normal. the titan isn’t her body, she hardly moves at all, never expanding much energy beyond mental. she doesn’t eat much on missions, it’s not necessary for her, she’s rather save it for her soldiers. but by the time she gets back, she misses eating food. so you gather all of her favorite foods, as much decaf coffee you can manage to get a hold of and prepare a feast for her. and the way her face lights up when she sees all of the baked goods and fruits spread across your dining table when you two finally make it to your guys’ quarters is always worth how much lighter your wallet feels. you both sit down to eat the muffins, the scones, the strawberries and apples, you warm up and assemble crepes for her. you love to watch her eat her food, smiling at the little grins she has when she eat something she likes, the hums of pure happiness. porco has told you more than once how much of a dope you look when you watch your girlfriend. when she eats her full, you usher her to the shower, packing up the leftovers for the morning, or whenever she demands more. you’re only given a few minutes before she’s yelling, calling you into the shower with her with a pout in her voice. and who are you to deny an eldian warrior?

pieck is a monster when she gets back from missions. once she’s finally cleared from her physical therapist, comfortably full and finally clean from an actual shower after months of rag washes, she’s all over you. she’s relentless, pressing heated kisses to your damp skin as you try to dry off from the shower, she could care less about the water still dripping down her pale skin, rivulets rolling down between her breasts. you try not to drool as you trace the water’s path. she pushes you out of the bathroom and onto the disheveled bed in your distraction, taking the towel from your hands and throwing it somewhere. she’s beautiful in the bedroom light, dark hair flowing loosely down her back, her skin unmarked and perfect and eyes black as night. she crawls over you with a smirk, dragging her tongue up your stomach, between your breasts eyes lidded as she stares up at you. she mouths at your neck, leaving marks to match the bite she’d given you earlier before she makes it to your ear, “show me just how much you missed me, darling,” before she’s capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

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Hange is a handsome thirty-year-old section commander, regardless of their quirks, they’ve had plenty of one-night stands with curious women in local towns. What woman doesn’t love a person in a uniform? The more towns you visit, the more women you meet absolutely infatuated with Hange, who could literally care less about them.

At first, they’re completely clinical about the whole thing, mapping out exactly what makes you fall apart in the quickest way. The first night you sleep together? They leave you too exhausted to reciprocate, thighs shaking almost violently and flinching away at even the gentlest of touches. It leaves you limping later that night as you walk back to the barracks. A walk of shame indeed.

It takes a while for them to get used to the idea of receiving, and the first time they came under your hand was breathtaking. It wreaked them, left them heaving, shivering under your touch for the few minutes following. They were quick to show you their gratitude until you were begging for a break. There was no walk of shame home that night, instead you found yourself tucked against their front.

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thinking about pieck finger and how she’d love to show herself off

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god she’s so pretty and she knows it.

pieck who likes to walk around in only your spare button up - loose on her shoulders, barely covering her breast - and skimpy underwear, wandering through the eldian warrior unit’s wing for everyone to see.

how she loves to tease people. to embarrass reiner with a clueless look as he tries ask her to change. only to turn around and wink at you after he walks away confused and red. she knows that porco has liked her for years, calling to him with endearments, letting her fingers linger, dragging over his muscles with a smirk and gentle whispers. only to skip over to you and press a sloppy kiss to your cheek. even messing with her own crew, favoring one over another on a simple whim to see the chaos it causes.

she learned how to stop her bodies healing process simply to keep your marks on her for a few more hours. giggling as you turn bright red at the sight of the bites you’d left on her pale skin, the purple bruises lining her throat. she loves to put them on display, content in everyone knowing what she’d been doing last night.

she likes to make out with you in the warriors common area, in the kitchen, and sometimes even in the war chiefs meeting room if she can convince you. she’ll seek you out like a homing missile, a little smile on her lips, and eyes lidded and blown out when she looks at you. she’ll pull you to her, conveniently having you trap her against the nearest surface as she grabs at your collar. she whines at how she misses you, that she just wants a kiss, all with a little pout on her pretty lips that’s impossible to say no to. and it's when your sucking at her neck, pulling at the back of her thighs while she grinds against you that somebody walks in. it’s then that she pulled you tighter against her, fingers winding through you hair while she smirks at the unfortunate soul, maintaining direct eye contact as she calls your name in a breathy moan.

she wants to show herself off for you, to make other jealous of you because you certainly don’t do it enough.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

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Hange is very open about what they want. It’s not uncommon for them to slam a book down in front of you, the cover always very telling, grinning ear to ear as they explain they want to try something. Or to come up to while you eat, whispering their most recent dream about you in your ear, laughing when you choke.

But there is one thing they’re reluctant to talk about, stuttering and turning bright red at even a mention. They love to make you cry. It’s hardly even a secret, hell, you play into it sometimes to get what you want. You just don’t quite understand how much they like it, how your tears make them go feral, barely able to control themself.

Hange wants to push you as far as you can go. They want you shaking underneath them, unable to think about anything other than them. They love it when you beg, tears slipping down your cheeks, your words unintelligible through your sobs. Teasing as they order you to come, but pull their fingers away when you’re about to crest. They rut against your thigh as they watch you, leaning up to lick the tears on your skin, kissing at the salty trail left behind. They’ll laugh as you continue to blubber, snot running down your nose unattractively, gleaming eyes watching as your hips press into their hand, and pull away from the stimulation erratically, reveling in your torture.

Last Post -> Cum

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

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Hange loves the taste of your cum, the taste, the smell, the very concept. They’re messy with it, smeared across their face when they eat you out, coating their fingers or strap, shining in the candlelight. They love to eat you out, smearing your slick across your inner thighs, hands pressing tight to your hips as they hold you down when you buck, pulling you closer when you try to escape while their fingers leave a sticky residue across your skin.

They love to make you taste yourself, shoving their fingers into your mouth, pressing against your tongue until you’re drooling, spit pooling around their fingers, dripping down your chin. Even better, they like to watch you get on your knees, leaning heavily against their thigh with lidded eyes. How easily you are guided to their strap, mouth dropping open without prompting to take them into your mouth. The way you shudder at the taste of your own cum coating the leather, moaning as a flurry of praise leaves Hange.

They like to clean you up too. Mouthing at your hips where they left a mess from holding you down, unable to stop themself from sucking another bruise along your hip bone on the way. Licking up your thighs, starting close to your knee and working their way up to your pussy. Never breaking eye contact as they go. God, is Hange thorough, accidently working you up for another round as they lick through your folds, always pausing to give special attention to your clit.

When they’ve finally decided you’ve had enough, they clean off their own fingers, humming around the digits as their cheeks hollow out, sucking your juices off them. They love to lean up and kiss you, your cum still on their lips, licking into your mouth as they moan at the taste.

Last Post -> Body Part

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

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Hange loves their hands, rough from years of use with callouses built up from ODM gear. They are proud of them, and they love the way you react to them. They love it when they catch you staring, eyes blown out and red dusting your cheeks.  They love the look of their hands on your back, how small you seem in comparison. Or how they can envelop one of your breasts in one hand, deeply satisfied with the ability to simply hold. They especially love the view of your pretty skin flushed, marred by their handprint. Or the look of their hand splayed across your neck, your lips puckered in a pretty ‘o’ as you breathed shallowly, eyes lidded as you looked up at them. God, it made them melt.

Hange is a boobs person, through and through. They adore how your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath as they lead you into an orgasm, stuttering gasps leaving you as your thighs lock tight against them, holding their hips tight to you. They love the way your blush spreads down your chest if they push hard enough, a splotchy pink that covers your skin. They love marking up your boobs, biting into the side hard enough to taste blood, holding you down as you keen against them. Leaving dark crimson marks down your sternum, taking time to make sure they’ll last hours, even with your accelerated healing. Sucking bruises around your nipples, ever so careful to avoid the actual pink flesh, until you’ve got a nice circle around your nipple, and goddamn will they make sure the marks are even. They loved to play with them as they eat you out, smiling against your cunt as you arched into their hands.

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Aftercare (w/ hange zoe)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

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Hange loves their cuddles. Always quick to wrap you in blankets - they always buy the softest blankets they can find whenever they’re in the market - cocooning the two of you in warmth. A mandatory fifteen minutes at minimum of cuddling, they’ll pepper kisses across your skin, anywhere they can reach, while you murmur nonsense. If you guys are about to go to sleep, they’ll ramble to you as you nod off against them.

Of course, there might be the more serious portions of aftercare that come with any of the heavier scenes that you two might participate in. Hange always cares for any injuries they might’ve left on you, intentional, or not. They’ll rub salve into any bruises they leave on you, pressing a little too roughly on the colored flesh to watch you squirm, cooing at you before pressing a gentle kiss of apology and moving on. They wrap even the tiniest of cuts – despite your insistence that they’ll be gone by morning. Licking at the blood of a cut if their feeling particularly sadistic.

And just when you’re about to slip into sleep, they’ll pull you out of the warmth and into the frigid air, apologies spilling from their mouth. Hange would help you slip into a pair of loose boxers and pull your arms through the fabric of her softest dress shirt. They’d button up the shirt as you slumped against them, adoration filing their voice as they talked. Gentle hands lead you out of her quarters and to the building’s communal bathrooms. They’d push you to the toilet, telling you to pee while they fill a glass of water for you to drink. It was tradition at that point. You would lean against the counter as they knelt at your feet and wiped away the mess they’d made between your thighs.

And when they finally let you sleep, it would only be with them sprawled across you, legs entangled under layer upon layers of heavy blankets to fight against the cold.

I'm going to be going through the Alphabet with Hange as I work on a rather large story about the scientist. But I'm trying to make it slowburn, which is so hard when I have horny brain rot. Gonna try my best to distract myself with this so... stay tuned for the next one, should be out a few days (: