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i wonder what you'd say to me if you were my brother. would you help me let go? or would you tell me to keep fighting? as long as you held me, i don't care about the rest
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waking up between hange zoe and shoko ieiri, the two women you hate the most ╱ mdni, mild dub con, fingering, spitting, scissoring, aftercare, emotional vulnerability, mean!shoko, soft!hange ˚.✦
You wake up tired, somehow. Eyes heavy and with a light headache, you can still hear the music of the party in your ears even though it ended hours ago. When you rub your eyes and recover your conscience, you realize that you’re naked from head to toes, you feel the cold brushing your breasts making the nipples harden. Then, looking at the ceiling and the feel of the sheets, you realize that it isn’t your bedroom at all. And after that an arm wraps around your waist. And from the opposite side, a head tucks in your neck. A dull throb that reminds you exactly what happened last night… even if the details are still blurry and swimming behind the headache.
You turn your head slowly, dread crawling up your spine.
On your left, messy brown hair spills across the pillow. Hange Zoe. Of course it’s fucking Hange. Those round glasses are sitting crooked on the nightstand, one lens smudged. Their mouth is slightly open, breathing deep and even, like they don’t have a single regret. Their arm is the one looped around your middle, fingers splayed possessively over your stomach.
On your right, Shoko Ieiri is tucked against your neck, her dark hair tickling your collarbone. She smells like cigarettes and that stupidly expensive lotion she always uses. One of her legs is thrown over yours, bare skin sliding against bare skin as she stirs.
You feel sick. Not because it didn’t feel good (god, it felt too good), but because these are the two women you can’t stand. Hange with their loud and chaotic energy that always drags you into some insane experiment or argument. Shoko with her lazy sarcasm and the way she looks at you like she already knows every weak spot you have. You’ve spent the last year snapping at both of them, avoiding them at parties, rolling your eyes every time they showed up in the same room.
And now you’re naked between them, covered in marks you don’t even remember getting, and your body is still humming from whatever the hell the three of you did.
“Morning already?” Shoko’s voice is raspy, sleepy, right against your ear. She doesn’t move her head, just presses a lazy kiss to the side of your neck like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “You were so cute last night. All whiny and desperate.”
Your face burns. “Shut up,” you mutter, you try to sit up, only for Hange’s arm to tighten around you.
Hange makes a pleased sound and nuzzles closer, lips brushing your shoulder. “Mmm, don’t move yet. You feel too good right here.” Their hand slides up, palm cupping one of your breasts like they own it, thumb lazily circling your already hard nipple. “God, you were loud. Kept begging for more even when you were shaking.”
You shove at their wrist, but there’s no real force behind it. Your body still remembers the feeling too clearly: hands everywhere, mouths on your skin, the way they worked together like they’d done this before. The way you came so hard you saw stars and probably screamed both their names.
“I don’t… I don’t remember much,” you admit, hating how small you sound. “Just that it felt… really fucking good.”
Shoko chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your neck. She lifts her head just enough to look at you, brown eyes half-lidded and amused. “Of course it did. You came three times on Hange’s fingers alone before I even got my mouth on you. Then you rode my face like you were trying to break the bed.” She smirks. “You hate us so much, but your pussy didn’t get the memo.”
Hange laughs, bright and loud even though it’s barely morning. They prop themselves up on one elbow, messy hair falling into their face as they grin down at you. “She kept saying ‘I hate you both’ right until she was crying from how good it felt. It was adorable.” Their free hand trails down your stomach, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just above where you’re still sore. “Want me to remind you? I can be gentle this time.”
You slap their hand away, but your thighs press together on instinct. “Don’t. This was a mistake. I was drunk, you two are… you two.”
Shoko just hums, nipping at your earlobe. “Drunk enough to beg us to fuck you together, but not drunk enough to forget how many times you said ‘please’.” She shifts, pressing her body flush against your side, one hand sliding down to rest on your hip. “And look at you now. Still wet just thinking about it.”
You hate that she’s right. Your body is already reacting again, nipples tight, pussy soaked despite the headache and the mortification.
Hange leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth, voice dropping into something softer but still teasing. “We can pretend it never happened if you want. Or…” Their fingers trace lazy circles on your thigh. “We can do it again while you’re sober. See if you still hate us when I eat you out and Shoko’s sitting on your face.”
Your breath catches, you should push them both off, you should grab your clothes (wherever they are) and get the hell out of here. But the way they’re both touching you, the memories flickering back in flashes: Hange’s eager mouth between your legs while Shoko kissed you stupid, the way they laughed when you came so hard you couldn’t speak…
“I… I need a minute,” you whisper, voice shaky.
Shoko smiles against your skin. “Take all the minutes you need, baby. We’re not going anywhere.”
Hange just grins wider, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “Yeah. And next time you wake up between us, maybe you’ll remember every single second of how good we made you feel.”
You close your eyes, trying to ignore how your body is already betraying you again, thighs slick and heart racing. You hate them. You really, really do. But you don’t get up, before you can think if it’s a good decision or not, you lean into Hange’s touch, letting their hand roam your body, testing how your body reacts to them.
“You’re sensitive, right?” Hange asks, pinching your poor nipple before soothing the pain with her tongue. You whimper in response, nodding a little and turning your face to Shoko, who’s just watching the scene. “It’s alright, we’ll be gentle.”
“Talk about you,” Shoko adds. “I love seeing her dumb and fucked out. Look, can’t even pretend she hates it.”
You try to glare at her, but it comes out more like a pathetic little pout. “Shut up, Shoko…”
She just smirks and grabs your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look at her. “Make me.”
Before you can snap back, Hange’s hand slides down between your legs. Their fingers are careful, tracing through your folds like they’re memorizing every inch. You’re embarrassingly wet already and Hange lets out a delighted sound when they feel it.
“So slick for us,” Hange whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. Two fingers slide inside you slowly, stretching you just right. They curl gently, stroking that spot that makes your thighs shake. “That’s it… just relax for me.”
You moan before you can stop it, back arching a little into their touch. Hange keeps the pace slow and sweet, fucking you with steady thrusts while their thumb brushes your clit in lazy circles.
Shoko watches for a second longer, then leans in close. “Open your mouth.”
You hesitate, breath hitching. She narrows her eyes. “I said open.”
Your lips part on instinct. Shoko pushes two fingers past them, pressing down on your tongue. She slides them deeper, to the back of your throat and you gag softly around them.
“Good girl,” she says, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Suck.”
“Mmph!” You do, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around her fingers while Hange keeps fingering you. The contrast is dizzying. Hange’s touch is so soft and caring, crooning quiet praises against your neck. “You’re doing so well, darling… taking my fingers so nicely. Feel how wet you are? All for us.”
Shoko twists her fingers in your mouth, pushing them in and out slowly. “Look at you. Hating us all year and now you’re drooling on my fingers like a desperate slut.” She pulls them out for a second, strings of spit connecting them to your lips, then spits directly into your open mouth. The warm spit lands on your tongue and she immediately pushes her fingers back in, spreading it around. “Swallow.”
You do, whimpering around her digits. The humiliation burns hot in your chest, but it only makes you wetter. Hange feels it and moans softly, speeding up their fingers just a little.
“She likes that,” Hange says happily, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Her pussy just clenched so hard around me.”
“Of course she does,” Shoko sneers, spitting into your mouth again before feeding you her fingers once more. “She acts all tough but she’s just a needy hole who wants to be used by the girls she pretends to hate.”
Hange nuzzles your neck, still fingering you with that gentle, perfect rhythm. “Don’t listen to her too much, okay? You’re so pretty like this… so good for us.” Their thumb keeps rubbing your clit in soft circles, building the pleasure higher and higher while Shoko keeps fucking your mouth with her fingers, occasionally pulling back to spit on your tongue again.
“F-fuck, Hange… Hange please nghh”
You’re shaking between them, moans muffled around Shoko’s digits, hips rocking weakly to meet Hange’s hand. Every time Shoko spits, you feel yourself clench harder around Hange’s fingers. The mix of Hange’s soft care and Shoko’s mean words is driving you insane.
Hange kisses your cheek tenderly. “You can come whenever you want, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”
Shoko laughs low and cruel, pushing her fingers deeper into your throat. “Yeah. Come on our fingers like the pathetic little bitch you are. We both know you’re dying to.”
Your eyes water, but you can’t stop the building heat. Hange’s fingers curl just right, Shoko’s spit-slick fingers keep sliding over your tongue and you’re trapped between soft praise and sharp degradation. You hate them. You hate how good it feels.
“M’close! S’close ah!” You’re shaking hard, back arched off the bed as the orgasm crashes closer. Your hand weakly pushes at Hange’s wrist, but they just keep going, fingers curling deep inside you with that same gentle but steady rhythm.
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Hange murmurs right against your ear, voice so soft and sweet it makes your pussy ache. “You’re doing so good for me. I’ve got you, I promise.”
Before you can even catch your breath, Shoko yanks her fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit dripping down your chin. She wipes them on your cheek like it’s nothing, then suddenly moves, shoving one of your legs up and out of the way.
“Enough of that soft shit,” she says. “My turn.”
She climbs between your thighs fast, lining her wet pussy right up against yours. The second her slick folds slide against you, you gasp. Shoko doesn’t wait. She grabs your hips hard, nails digging in and starts scissoring you with rough rolls of her hips. The friction is brutal and perfect at the same time. Her clit drags hard against yours with every snap, wet sounds filling the room as she grinds down without mercy. It’s so much harder than Hange’s gentle fingers.
“F-fuck… Ah! Shoko!” you cry out.
“Yeah? That’s what I thought,” Shoko sneers, hips slamming against you harder. “Look at you, this sloppy little cunt is dripping all over me.” She grinds in tight circles, making sure your clits rub together with every move. “Bet you’ve been fantasizing about this while you were busy hating us, huh?”
Hange stays right by your side, one arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you close. Their free hand cups your breast, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between their fingers. “You’re so beautiful right now… taking everything she gives you. Such a good girl.”
You moan loudly, the mix of Shoko’s rough scissoring and Hange’s sweet touches making your head spin. Hange leans in and kisses you, tongue sliding against yours while their thumb keeps playing with your nipple, pinching and tugging just enough to make you whimper into their mouth.
Shoko laughs breathlessly, never slowing down. She fucks you harder, hips snapping so the wet slap of skin on skin echoes. “Fuck, you’re soaking me. Feel that? That’s how much your body wants this even if your stupid mouth keeps saying you hate us.”
Hange pulls back from the kiss just enough to speak, lips brushing yours. “You’re doing amazing, darling. Look how pretty you sound when you moan like that.” They kiss you again, softer this time, while their hand keeps massaging your tits, switching from one to the other, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples in slow circles.
You can’t think straight. Shoko is scissoring you so hard it almost hurts, her clit grinding relentlessly against yours, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through your whole body with every rough thrust. Your hips jerk up to meet her on instinct, chasing more of that brutal friction.
“Shit, too much, t-too much ah!” you gasp, but your legs spread wider anyway.
“Too much?” Shoko mocks, leaning down to bite your shoulder. “Then why are you fucking yourself back on me like a desperate whore?” She speeds up even more, grinding down with mean snaps of her hips that make your clit throb.
Hange kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then down to your neck. “It’s okay if it’s a lot, sweetheart. You can take it, mm? You’re so strong and so pretty when you let go for us.” Their mouth finds your nipple again, sucking gently while their fingers keep playing with the other one, soft and loving like they’re trying to balance out Shoko’s roughness.
You’re crying out with every hard grind from Shoko, body trembling between them. The pleasure is building so fast it scares you. Hange’s gentle kisses and praises keep melting you while Shoko’s mean words and brutal scissoring push you right to the edge.
“Come on,” Shoko growls, hips slamming harder. “Cum for me, you pathetic slut. Make a mess all over my pussy.”
Hange nuzzles your temple, voice warm and encouraging. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.”
Your whole body locks up, a broken moan ripping from your throat as the orgasm hits you like a wave. You shake violently between them, pussy pulsing hard against Shoko’s as you cum, slick coating both of you.
Shoko doesn’t stop scissoring you through it, riding out every twitch and whimper with that same rough pace. “That’s it. Good little bitch. Look at you soaking the sheets.”
Hange keeps kissing you through the whole thing, soft little pecks on your lips, your cheeks and your forehead, while their hands stay gentle on your tits. “There you go… such a good girl. I’m so proud of you. You did so well.”
You’re panting and wrecked when it finally starts to fade, body limp and trembling. Shoko slows her hips but doesn’t pull away completely, still grinding slow and lazy against your oversensitive clit.
Hange smiles down at you, brushing sweaty hair from your face. “See? You’re okay. We’ve got you.”
Shoko smirks, voice still mean but a little breathless. “Pathetic how fast you came. But cute.”
You can only whimper, caught between hating them and already wanting more. Your whole body feels heavy and way too sensitive. Shoko finally slows her hips, giving one last lazy grind against your soaked pussy before she pulls back with a wet sound that makes your face burn.
“Fuck… that was messy,” she mutters, but her voice isn’t as sharp as before. She flops down on your other side, chest rising and falling fast with a thin sheen of sweat on her skin.
Hange is already moving, gentle as ever. They press soft kisses all over your face, little pecks on your forehead and the tip of your nose. “You did so good, sweetheart,” they whisper. “So pretty when you let go like that. I’m really proud of you.”
You whimper quietly, eyes still half-closed. Your thighs are trembling and sticky, and the ache between your legs is deep now, but in a good way. Hange notices right away. They reach over to the nightstand and grab a bottle of water that must have been left there last night.
“Here, drink a little,” they say softly, helping you lift your head. You take small sips, the cool water soothing your dry throat. Hange wipes the corner of your mouth with their thumb when a drop escapes. “Good girl. Just like that.”
Shoko watches the whole thing with that lazy smirk, but she doesn’t say anything mean this time. Instead she rolls onto her side and reaches for the blanket that got kicked to the foot of the bed. She pulls it up over the three of you, tucking it around your shoulders with surprising care.
“Don’t get used to this soft shit,” she says, but there’s no bite in it. She scoots closer anyway, pressing her body against your back so you’re sandwiched between them again, this time all warm and safe.
Hange smiles at her over your shoulder, then turns back to you. “You okay? Not too sore?” Their hand slides down gently, not between your legs, just resting on your hip, thumb rubbing slow circles into your skin. “If anything hurts, tell me. I can get a warm cloth or something.”
You shake your head a little. “I’m… fine. Just tired. And kinda embarrassed still.”
Shoko snorts softly against the back of your neck. “Embarrassed? After you came so hard you almost cried? Cute.” But then she presses a kiss right below your ear, surprisingly gentle. “You were hot though. Really hot.”
Hange chuckles quietly and leans in to kiss your lips, no tongue this time. “Don’t be embarrassed, darling. We loved every second, you were perfect.” They pull back and brush your sweaty hair away from your face. “Want me to rub your back a little? Or just cuddle? Whatever you need.”
The warm and safe feeling from a minute ago is already slipping away. Your skin feels sticky and used, your thighs still slick and every little ache between your legs reminds you exactly what just happened. You feel dirty. Really dirty. Like you let the two people you’ve spent months complaining about turn you into something pathetic and needy. Your stomach twists. You shift uncomfortably under the blanket, trying to pull away a little, but Hange’s arm is still draped over you and Shoko’s body is pressed close against your back.
“I… I feel gross,” you whisper, voice cracking. You can’t even look at them. “This was so stupid. I let you both… and now I just feel dirty. Like I shouldn’t have done any of that.”
The words hang in the air for a second. Hange sits up a bit, their messy hair falling into their eyes as they look down at you with a worried expression. “Hey, hey, no. Come here, sweetheart.” They gently pull you closer, wrapping both arms around you so your head rests against their chest. Their hand strokes your hair in soothing motions. “You’re not dirty at all. Not even a little. You were beautiful. You let yourself feel good, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
You shake your head against their skin, eyes stinging. “But it’s you two. I’ve hated you both for so long and then I just… spread my legs and let you fuck me like that. I feel cheap.”
Shoko lets out a quiet sigh from behind you. She doesn’t move away. Instead she slides her arm tighter around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder. Her voice is still a little raspy, but the mean edge is gone.
“You’re not cheap. Stop that shit right now.” She presses a kiss to the side of your neck, surprisingly soft. “Yeah, we’ve been assholes to each other all year. But last night? This morning? That wasn’t you being pathetic. That was you finally letting go with people who wanted you just as bad.”
You sniffle, still feeling that gross twist in your chest. “I came so hard I couldn’t even think straight… while you were calling me a slut and spitting in my mouth. God, I let you do all that.”
Hange cups your face with both hands, tilting it up so you have to look at them. Their eyes are warm and serious, no teasing grin this time. “Listen to me, okay? You didn’t ‘let’ us do anything you didn’t want. Every moan, every time you pushed back against us, every ‘please’… that was you choosing it. And it was hot as hell, but more than that, it was honest. You’re allowed to want things that feel dirty. It doesn’t make you bad or gross. It just makes you human.”
Shoko’s fingers trace slow circles on your stomach under the blanket. “And for the record,” she says quietly, “I only call you that stuff because I know you like it. Not because I think less of you. If it ever stops feeling good, I’ll shut up. But don’t lie there feeling ashamed like you did something wrong. You looked fucking incredible falling apart between us.”
You bite your lip, tears threatening to spill. “I just… I don’t know how to feel normal after this. My body still feels all… used.”
Hange kisses your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your eye where a tear almost falls. “Then let us help you feel clean again. We can take a shower together if you want. Or I can run a bath. Shoko’ll wash your hair and I’ll massage your shoulders, whatever you need. We want to take care of you.”
Shoko nods against your shoulder. “You’re not gross, idiot. You’re just a girl who came really hard with two people who are crazy about her. That’s not dirty. That’s lucky.”
Hange smiles gently and presses another kiss to your lips. “We’ve got you. Both of us. You don’t have to figure everything out right now. Just let us hold you a little longer, okay? You’re safe here. And you’re wanted exactly like this.”
You stay quiet for a moment, letting their words sink in. The gross feeling is still there, but it’s smaller now, pushed back by Hange’s warm hands in your hair and Shoko’s steady arm around your waist.
“…Okay,” you finally mumble, voice small. “Maybe the shower sounds nice.”
Hange’s face lights up with that bright, gentle smile. “Yeah? Then let’s go. I’ll make the water just how you like it.”
Shoko gives your waist one last squeeze before sitting up. “I’ll change the sheets so you have something clean to come back to. We can talk about it more later, or fuck it out, whatever you prefer.”
You let out a watery laugh despite yourself. Hange helps you sit up, keeping an arm around you the whole time and Shoko leans in to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your cheek.
a/n: as i promised, it's here. i wrote this between two nights lowk just going insane, but i liked how it turned out!!
fxf - (nsfw) mock sympathy
━ you love when she coos you over the edge
“Aw, my poor baby…” Her voice is a soft, dripping sweet purr right against your ear, her warm breath fanning across your skin in a way that makes goosebumps break out all over your arms. She’s hovering right over you, holding herself up on one forearm while her other hand rests heavy and warm over your knee. She knows exactly what she’s doing to you, knows that the gentler and more mock-pitying her tone gets, the harder it is for you to keep your composure.
You turn your face away into the pillow, your cheeks burning as you try to bite back a helpless whine. Your hips give a small, involuntary twitch against the mattress, completely betraying the desperate ache between your thighs. “You’re struggling so hard, aren't you?” she murmurs, letting out a quiet, amused chuckle.
Her touch slides up from your knee, slow and agonizingly patient, her fingers skimming over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh until she reaches the thin fabric of your lace panties. She hooks two fingers under the waistband, tugging them gently to the side to expose your slick, aching heat. “Look at you… just so sweet and needy for me.”
“Please…” the word slips out broken and small, your fingers knotting into the bedsheets as you try to chase the touch of her hand.
“Shh, I know, sweet girl. I’ve got you,” she coos softly, her voice carrying that infuriatingly comforting, patronizing edge that turns your brain to complete mush. She sinks down between your legs, her fingers finding your wet seam with ease. She slides two fingers inside you in one slow, relentless motion, stretching you open as her thumb comes down to rest right over your clit. You arch off the mattress with a high, breathless cry, your head throwing back as the pleasure hits you like a physical wave.
“Aw, look how good you take it,” she whispers against your inner thigh, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your skin while her fingers begin a steady, rhythmic stroke inside you. Every time she curls her fingers up into that sweet spot, her thumb circles your clit, dragging another desperate whimper from your throat. “Is it too much? Hmm? Poor thing… you just can’t help yourself, can you?”
The sweet, mindless fog of overstimulation rolls in fast, completely stripping away your ability to think or resist. All you can do is hold onto her shoulders, completely at the mercy of her hands as she gently coos you through an orgasm.
In Attack on Titan, one of the most unsettling, yet fascinating, aspects is realizing how the viewer ultimately understands Eren Yeager's motivations, even when they cross any moral boundary. The work builds this in an almost cruel way: for years, the Eldians lived surrounded by walls, terrified by Titans and believing themselves to be the last humans alive. When the truth about Marley emerges, everything takes on an even greater political and historical weight. The Eldians were not only hated; they were treated as an inferior race, confined to specific zones, used as weapons of war, and constantly reminded that they "deserved" to suffer for the sins of their ancestors. It's impossible not to see parallels with real-life persecutions throughout history, especially with the ghettos and concentration camps imposed on Jews during World War II.
The way Marley treated the Eldians transforms the conflict into something far more complex than "good versus evil." The armbands, segregation, state propaganda, and collective fear create a society based on racial hatred. The work shows children growing up believing they were born wrong. Eren witnesses this and realizes that, to the rest of the world, the inhabitants of Paradis Island would never be seen as normal humans. They existed only as potential monsters. In this sense, his revolt ceases to seem simply like revenge and begins to seem like despair.
The reason so many people emotionally connect with Eren is because the series makes the audience feel the same powerlessness he feels. After losing his mother, his friends, his childhood, and even his own freedom, he understands that there is no true dialogue between Marley and Paradis. The hatred had been ingrained for generations. For him, the entire world desired the extinction of the Eldians; so destroying that world seemed the only way to protect those he loved. The narrative is constructed so that the viewer thinks: "If I had lived through everything he lived through, maybe I would have reached that point too."
But what's most interesting about Attack on Titan is precisely the fact that the work never treats this as something heroic. Even understanding Eren, the anime shows the absolute horror of his choices. Marley is presented as a cruel and oppressive system, but there are also innocent people living there: children, families, ordinary people manipulated by propaganda. The series questions to what extent suffering justifies repeating violence. The Eldians were victims of an inhumane system, but Eren's response ends up creating another equally monstrous tragedy.
In the end, perhaps the brilliance of aot lies in this: it doesn't force the audience to support Eren, but it makes it impossible to ignore why he became who he became. The anime transforms anger, trauma, and historical persecution into something profoundly human, showing how cycles of hatred can destroy both the oppressed and the oppressors.
to a girl who feels like sunshine in human form would be such a beautiful contradiction. Hange is chaotic, loud, obsessive, sleep-deprived half the time, covered in ink stains or Titan blood, while you’d be the person who gently fixes their eyepatch strap and reminds them to drink water. Somehow, it works perfectly.
Warnings: Brief mentions of smut. Hange uses the pronouns they/them. WLW relationship, bottom fem reader × top hange. Art credit: @_akakyle
— Hange would absolutely adore how soft you are. Not in a weak way, more like… you make the world feel survivable. After years of violence and loss, they’d look at you like you’re proof humanity still deserves saving. Sometimes Hange would pause mid-rant about Titan anatomy just because you smiled at them, and suddenly they forget what they were saying entirely.
— They’d tease you constantly for being “too sweet.” If you brought them tea or patched up a scrape on their hand, Hange would dramatically gasp and clutch their chest like: “Careful, sweetheart. If you keep acting like this, I might actually retire and become domestic.”
— Hange is the type to fall asleep at their desk from exhaustion, and you’d quietly drape a blanket over their shoulders. They’d wake up hours later with blurry vision, realizing you also left little notes in the margins of their research like: “Please sleep tonight.” “You’re important too.” “Eat something besides coffee.” They keep every single note.
— Hange would love physical affection in random bursts. They’re not always calm or graceful about it either. One second they’re explaining some horrifying scientific concept, next thing you know they’re hanging off your shoulders from behind, burying their face into your neck because they decided they missed you mid-sentence.
— And because you’re so gentle, Hange becomes softer around you without realizing it. The rest of the Scouts would notice immediately. Levi would probably look mildly disturbed the first time Hange willingly stops working because you asked them to rest.
— You’d also be one of the only people who can calm their spiraling thoughts. Hange carries the weight of leadership heavily, even if they hide it under humor and energy. On nights where they can’t stop thinking about everyone they lost, you’d sit beside them in silence while they talk quietly into the dark. Hange isn’t used to being cared for emotionally, so the first time you hold their face and tell them they don’t have to carry everything alone, they genuinely don’t know what to say.
— Hange would absolutely worship the little things about you. The way you laugh softly instead of loudly. The way your hands feel warm when you hold theirs. The way you always try to see good in people even after everything. They’d look at you sometimes with this unreadable expression, like they’re trying to understand how someone so kind survived such a cruel world.
— And despite all their eccentricity, Hange would be fiercely protective of your gentleness. Not possessive, but protective in the sense that they never want the world to harden you. If someone made you cry, Hange’s entire demeanor would shift instantly. Calm. Sharp. Dangerous.
— At the same time, they’d encourage you to stand strong too. Hange would never infantilize you for being soft. They’d admire your kindness as a form of strength, because in their eyes, remaining good in a horrible world is one of the bravest things a person can do.
— Hange would fall first, but they’d fall so hard it would alter the orbit of their entire life.
— Hange would be the kind of partner who acts teasing and chaotic on the surface, but the second the two of you are alone, all that attention locks onto you completely.
— They’d be obsessed with the contrast between you and them. You being all soft smiles, warm hands, sweet voice, pretty dresses or oversized sweaters, meanwhile Hange looks like they haven’t slept in three days and just came from dissecting something questionable. They’d joke constantly about how someone so “heavenly” ended up with them. “Sweetheart, you do realize I’m probably the worst person in these walls to fall in love with, right?” But they love that you’re soft. Love it. Especially because it makes them want to unravel you a little.
— Hange would flirt in a very intense, unfair way. They’d lean way too close while talking, smiling when they notice you getting flustered. They’d absolutely love watching your face heat up when they whisper things directly into your ear just to see you lose focus.
— Hange is incredibly observant. They memorize every reaction you have without even trying. The little gasp you make when they kiss below your jaw. The way your fingers clutch their sleeve when they pin you against a wall playfully. The specific look you get when you’re trying to act innocent while wanting attention. They notice all of it.
— Hange would also have a huge thing for hearing sweet girls say bold things. You being shy and angelic most of the time only makes it worse for them when you suddenly say something teasing back. It genuinely short-circuits their brain for a second.
— They’d absolutely adore physical affection. Kissing you everywhere just because they can. Your hands, shoulders, cheeks, forehead. Hange feels touch-starved in a way they rarely admit, so when you willingly cling to them, they melt immediately.
— They’d be so smug about making you flustered. If you try hiding your face in their shoulder, they’d laugh softly and tilt your chin back up just to look at you. “You’re adorable when you get shy, you know that?”
— Hange would also be surprisingly patient. They’d never rush you into anything. There’s something almost reverent in the way they’d treat you when things get more intimate, like they can’t believe someone so gentle trusts them enough to be vulnerable.
— At the same time, they’d absolutely enjoy corrupting your sweet image a little. Not in a cruel way, more like loving the contrast between the angel everyone sees and the side of you only they get to witness. The quiet little sounds you make when they kiss you slowly over your panties. The way you become clingier when you want attention. How easily you melt when they praise you.
— Praise would definitely be a huge thing with Hange. They’d love telling you how pretty you are while watching you completely fall apart from it.
— Afterward? Hange becomes unusually soft. Tangled together under blankets while they absentmindedly trace shapes onto your skin and ramble quietly about whatever’s on their mind. They’d kiss your knuckles sleepily and mumble things like: “You’re dangerously easy to love, you know that?”
— Hange would absolutely have a weakness for seeing you dressed in soft, delicate things while looking at them with complete trust. It does something dangerous to their brain. Especially because Hange themselves is so messy and intense, they’d stare at you sometimes like you’re a painting they accidentally got bloodstains near.
— They’d love getting you flustered in public without anyone else noticing. A hand resting on your waist just a little too low. Leaning down to murmur something teasing while everyone else is talking. Brushing their lips against your ear and pretending innocence when you almost choke on your drink afterward.
— Hange is a menace when they realize how sensitive you are to praise. The first time they call you “good girl” absentmindedly and see the way your entire expression changes? They never recover from it. Suddenly they’re using praise constantly just to watch you melt. “There you go, sweetheart.” “That’s my girl.” “You look so pretty when you’re needy.” They’d say it in that low, amused voice while fucking you in the most delicious way you've ever seen.
— Hange would also adore when your sweetness cracks a little around them. Not because they want you mean, they just love knowing they’re the only person who gets to see you become clingy, breathless, impatient, or a little desperate for attention.
— You trying to stay composed while Hange keeps kissing your neck slowly just to ruin your focus? Absolutely their favorite game.
— They’re also incredibly tactile after stressful days. Hange spends so much time carrying responsibility and suppressing exhaustion that physical closeness with you becomes grounding. Some nights they’d practically collapse into your lap, arms wrapped around your waist while they bury their face against you and mutter: “Missed you all day.”
— Hange can switch moods terrifyingly fast. One second they’re joking and teasing you with that smug grin, the next they’re looking at you with this heavy, intense expression that makes your stomach flip. Like the entire room suddenly narrowed down to just you. That intensity would probably make their kisses feel overwhelming sometimes. Slow at first, almost playful, until they get addicted to the little sounds you make and suddenly they’re holding your jaw gently but firmly, kissing you like they’ve been deprived of affection for years.
— Hange would love when you initiate affection too. You climbing into their lap while they work? Wrapping your arms around them from behind? Playing with their hair absentmindedly while they ramble? They completely lose their train of thought every single time. “You can’t do this to me while I’m trying to focus.” Meanwhile they are absolutely not trying to focus anymore.
— Hange would be deeply attentive to your comfort. They’d constantly check your reactions without making it obvious, adjusting immediately if something feels overwhelming. There’s a lot of care hidden underneath the flirting.
— Aftercare with Hange would be unbelievably soft too. They’d turn almost sleepy and affectionate afterward, holding you against their chest while tracing lazy circles into your skin. Probably talking quietly about random things because hearing your sleepy little responses makes them smile. They’d also 100% kiss the corners of your mouth while grinning like an idiot and say things like: “You know you’ve completely ruined me, right?”
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content: mdni, hange has a cock, dubcon bc sex pollen, pussy eating, desk sex, slight boss/employee power dynamic
a/n: small diversion from my usual levi content bc i've been promising @sugurusalpha that i'd write hange for waaaay too long. this is for you, my love <3
Your new boss is…a lot. You'd been warned repeatedly that they can be a little more on the eccentric side, but you figured that was better than some hard-ass with a chip on their shoulder. Besides, the job pays well and, quite frankly, was the first thing you could nail down after graduating. Being able to work in a lab is most of the reason you spent all those years in college anyways; chasing down that feeling you first had as a child, messing around with chemical reactions in science class.
What you hadn't expected was Hange Zoe. 'Eccentric' was the understatement of the century. They move through the lab like a tornado, mussed hair thrown half up, glasses always just slightly askew as they mutter excitedly to themselves under their breath. Its always lively, that's for sure. You've taken to following behind them, pushing their coffee cups away from edge of their desk and sweeping their furiously scribbled notes into orderly piles before they can lose them.
But all in all, Hange is a genius. Brilliant in every way that matters, lauded with more awards than they can list off the top of their head. Its an honor to be working with them on…whatever this is.
That's the other thing about this job; you have no goddamn clue what it is you're actually doing. The job offer was vague; just 'medical lab tech' written in bold letters. Now that you're here, it seems to be more along the lines of assisting Hange with some pet project that they've not exactly been forthcoming about. But whatever, a paycheck is a paycheck and you can't help but find them more than a little charming.
It's another late night at the lab, the clock turned long past any hours that would be deemed remotely acceptable to still be working. Hange had offered to send you home hours ago, along with the rest of the staff, but you couldn't quite find it in yourself to leave them alone with stacks of notes and findings to go through. Especially because you've learned well enough by now that they are never going to get to it themselves.
You're sat at a small desk in the corner of the lab, the sound of Hange's enthusiastic muttering as they tinker with another formula turning to a pleasant sort of white noise in the background as you sort through piles of paper. Notes upon notes on various known aphrodisiacs and another stack dedicated to animals who emit pheromones. All of it only leave you more confused as to what all this is actually for.
You are interrupted by the sound of glass shattering, followed by a loud curse.
You're on your feet in a moment, rushing over to access the damage. Hange looks up from the shattered beaker at their feet, their eyes widening at your approach. "Oh, I wouldn't—"
You're hit by a strange scent immediately, something that's floral and horribly musky at the same time. You grimace, stepping back. It's as if someone hadn't showered for a month and then went and took a bath in their grandmother's perfume.
"Hazardous?" you ask, mentally going over every safety procedure that's been drilled into you.
Hange only shrugs, always a little too blasé when it comes to matters of safety. "Guess we'll find out."
You're about to ask what the hell they mean by that when you're hit with a wave of dizziness, causing you to sway on your feet. "Hange, what the hell was in that?"
Hange's hand catches your arm, steadying you before guiding you backwards to sit on the edge of the desk. You can feel where each of their fingers press against your skin and it's like fire being injected into your veins. You're suddenly far too hot all over, as if you've come down with some sort of fever.
"Hey, you okay?"
You feel their hands gently lifting your chin, thumb stroking gingerly against your cheek. You open your eyes and you feel your stomach erupt in sparks.
You always knew that Hange was attractive. You'd noticed it the moment you walked into this lab the first time, from the moment they greeted you with a grin and an outstretched hand. It was always easy to ignore, buried in damage control and work. But now? It's like you physically can't look away. You're unsure if you've ever seen anyone so goddamn alluring in your life.
Warm brown eyes scan your features, brows creased in…concern? Maybe a little. But there's a manic edge to the way they're looking at you and you realize it's the same look they get when they're working on their experiments. Their hands trail down, pressing against your pulse point for several moments.
"Fascinating." They mutter, dropping their hands away to reach behind you for a notepad. You can't help the slight hitch in your breath as their body presses close to yours for just moment before they begin furiously scribbling away and murmuring quietly to themself.
"Heart rate is elevated. Breathing is shallow too."
You're pretty sure you should be offended at being turned into a literal science experiment but it's hard to focus on anything other than the sudden heat burning through you. "Hange, seriously, what did I just inhale?"
They barely glance up from their notebook, still scribbling away. "Temperature seems high too."
You sigh, watching them for several more moments. Their cheeks are dusted in a faint pink, their chest rising and falling rapidly as they write. They're always excited when they think they've made a new discovery but this seems more intense than usual.
When they finally glance up at you again, their pupils are blown wide. "Do you feel anything…" They pause, sucking in a shuddering breath. "Anything else?"
There's no good way to tell your boss that the only thing you're feeling right now is an intense need to jump their bones. Damn it, what even is this project?
But they inhaled the same fumes that you did so maybe they're experiencing the same affects? "What about you? Are you okay? You were right there when it shattered." Your concern is only half-feigned. You do genuinely care if they're okay.
"Aroused."
You weren't expecting them to be that blunt about it but you suppose you should have. This is Hange after all. They continue talking, their excited voice only making you feel weaker.
"Which is fascinating. That wasn't the intended affect here but I suppose it makes sense, but still. We should get whatever notes we can—"
They cut themselves off, suddenly dropping down into a chair, hand pressing against their forehead. "Shit."
You should be concerned, and you are, really. It's just that the way they're sat now, legs spread gives you an obscene view of their crotch and the bulge pressing against their slacks. Your jaw drops and you swear you can feel yourself drooling as they run a hand through their messy hair.
"Can't…can't work like this." They mutter, chest heaving. It seems whatever thin threads that were holding their focus together have finally snapped. "You should just…go home. There wasn't anything toxic in that. You should be able to sleep the affects off."
You don't budge. You're not sure you could with how weak your knees feel. And they sound so…disheartened. You want to help, even in this state. You know you shouldn't say the words that are on the tip of your tongue. It's inappropriate. Completely.
"I can help." The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, your voice coming out hoarser than you expected it to. "I mean, if it's for the good of the project."
Hange glances up at you, raising an eyebrow. "You wanna help with this?"
You swallow hard, nodding. You're certain you're making a grave mistake here, but you can't help it. They look like they're in as much agony as you are at this point. "I…could use some help too."
Their expression changes then, face cracking into an almost feral grin. "Yeah?"
Their hands are suddenly on your thighs, face right up next to yours. You can feel your body react, every cell going up in flames from just this amount of touch. You can barely grit out one word in response, your coming out as more of a whine. "Yes."
A notebook and pen are shoved into your hands. "Good. Then make sure to take lots of notes. This is for science after all."
You don't have time to process their request before they are tugging you closer to the edge of the desk, slender fingers hooking in the waistband of your pants. Your fingers clench against the notebook, a soft gasp spilling from your lips.
The next few moments are a blur of need as they push your knees apart, gripping your thighs tight as their head dives between your legs. You shiver as they drag their nose down your pubic bone, stopping to inhale deeply. Oh fuck.
"Shit, you smell so good." They mutter before darting their tongue out and licking a long stripe against your dripping folds.
You jump, body tensing at the intense wave of sensation that tears through you as their tongue finds your clit, circling it just right. "Oh my god."
"Taste good too." Their eyes dart up, meeting your gaze from between your legs and you nearly lose it at the sight alone. "Take notes. Need you to write down everything you feel. Gotta know if your senses are heightened right now."
You could tell them with certainty that they are. You can feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes just from the way they lap at you, messy but somehow exactly on point, much like everything else they do.
You lift the pen with trembling fingers, scribbling down notes that you're sure will be completely illegible tomorrow.
You feel two long fingers press against your fluttering hole before pushing inside, sliding in with ease. You let out a strangled moan, pen breaking through the paper from how hard you're pressing.
"Fuck, you're clenching me so tight already." They mumble against your clit, the words sending vibrations straight to your bones. "Write it down."
You whine as their fingers drag in and out of you, building to a perfect rhythm that has you arching against their face. You do your best, jotting down words that are barely scribbles, but your eyes are watering already, heat coiling in your stomach.
They pick up the pace, as if sensing your impending break. "Don't be shy." They coo, voice muffled against your folds. "Go on and cum for me, beautiful."
Their fingers curl inside you, pressing right against that sweet spot and they lave at your clit with their tongue. You shatter with a cry, pen and notebook clattering to the desk as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, tearing through your convulsing body.
They don't stop. If anything, they only seem to grow hungrier, lapping up your release like they're starving for it. "Fuuuck." They groan, looking up at you again. "Gonna need another. Not enough data yet."
You only nod frantically, not willing to argue. Your orgasm is barely faded and you're still aching for more.
They pull away, standing to their full height and bringing their fingers to your mouth, sucking them clean of your juices. Their other hand reached down to pull at the button of their slacks, pulling their cock out with ease. "Lean back for me. This is going to be a long night."
me periodically checking for the dvd release of supergirl 2026 so i can buy it to show my support and also so i can watch it over and over and over again
with how much everyone's hating im scared there'll never be another movie like this
did anyone else find this movie to be incredibly healing or am i like an easily entertained chud or something 🥀
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Nobody could deny that the sun was beautiful. Its golden rays beamed brightly, illuminating anything it graced its touch with. It provided warmth and growth throughout humanity, balancing earth perfectly. There was nothing like it.
Kara’s mind drifted as she watched the sunshine peak through the thin curtains, casting streaks of yellow light on her face. Music played loudly in her ears—the booming sound a distraction from the overwhelming sounds the world emitted.
She couldn’t understand how this could be home for anyone. It was so loud, so congested. Kara also realized how much animosity there was on earth. How much people hated each other—and for such stupid reasons.
It was all just too much to take in.
Though—a small shred of hope sparked within her whenever you touched her. Kara felt your soft hand squeeze her shoulder, your body moving closer to hers over the soft mattress.
When Kara first arrived on earth, she never thought she’d meet anyone relatable. But then she met you—Clark’s cheerful co-worker who he may or may not have had a tiny crush on. You were sparkling and so kind. You reminded her of her people on Krypton.
Yet you still had an awful past. Both of your parents died in a car wreck, and you were torn away from your home at a very young age. There was no one else to care for you, meaning you were forced into foster care.
Going in between schools constantly, never finding your place, never finding your people. You seemed to drift in space for a while too, just like her. Therefore—it was easy to connect with you.
Obviously, Kara couldn’t tell you that she was an alien from another planet—but her story was true enough. She was from a town far away, and had to leave behind all of her family and friends to start fresh.
Now she was in bed with you—eyes heavy from not sleeping and heart aching. She wanted to like earth because you and Clark were there. But, it just wasn’t the same—and it never would be.
Kara turned her body to face you, arm circling your waist quickly. You could see it in her expression how tired she was, her eyelids threatening to close. It hurt so much to see she her struggling like that. You removed one side of her headphones from her ear and leaned in close.
“Kara..it’s ok, you can sleep now.” You whispered, your voice seemingly making all else go quiet.
Kara tugged you closer, her face buried in the crook of your neck. You rubbed her back up and down in slow patterns, soothing her. Your legs curled between hers—bodies pressed together like glue.
Everything suddenly felt right. Kara felt her heart begin to bloom at the sensation of your skin against hers. Her blood ran warm and her pulse steadied.
“You make everything feel ok..” She’d whisper into your flesh, lips pressing against your own soon after.
You gently moved your hand to cup her face—soon sliding it back to her neck to stroke the baby hairs there. Your mouths melted into one another, a combination of soft lips and all but innocent breaths.
When you pulled back, Kara’s eyes remained closed. You were where she found tranquility and peace. Wherever you were she knew she had to be.
You were home now.
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a/n: something short and sweet bc I loved supergirl so much.
