Is It Insane To Say That I Wish Someone Who Acted And Looked Like Hange Would Cuddle Me To Sleep.. And

is it insane to say that i wish someone who acted and looked like hange would cuddle me to sleep.. and perhaps BE MINE! . WHAT THE FUUUUUCK IM KICKING MY OWN FEET AT THIS. does tumblr judge people who are in love with fictional characters or will i be accepted with open arms

ok so wait imagine hange smoking while getting zown with you… iykwim 🤭

Splayed out on the bed, your legs tremble and vision unfocused as Hange watches you gasp for air. They're sitting in front of you, wearing a wifebeater and loose sweatpants. You had lost count after they delayed your orgasm for the third time. You look like a mess. Your lips swollen from biting them and tear stains on your face.

The sound of Hange lighting up a cigarette snaps you out of your dazed state. You watch as they hollow their cheeks and then blow out smoke.

"You're staring." They say as a smirk forms on their lips. You look away, feeling shy and gaining awareness that you're naked and look like a mess. The scent of the cigarette fills the room, feeling more humiliated by the second. Your eyes stare at the ceiling as you feel frustrated by the lack of stimulation. Attempting to be sneaky, you try to touch yourself for some relief. Stupid idea. Hange is right in front of you. They take the cigarette out of their mouth and lightly graze the burning end on your inner thigh.

"Ow! What the fuck?" you flinched. "I don't remember giving you permission to touch yourself." Hange retorted.

You peel your hands away from yourself, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes to gain patience for the situation. Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands spreading your legs.

"Don't move.", you hear Hange firmly say. You tried to obey as much as you can, but it's hard not to tremble when they're touching everywhere except the needy spot between your legs. Hange traces patterns on the skin of your inner thighs, feeling their warm breath on you.

Tears are welling in your eyes. You're so desperate for a release. "Hange, please..." you barely whisper. "Hm? I didn't quite hear that." Hange slurred because of the cigarette on their lips. You inhaled deeply, trying to gather courage to ask Hange to touch you.

"Please touch me. I really need to cum." You sobbed. Hange takes their hands off you to take one last hit of the cigarette. They toss the rest of the cigarette away. "Since you asked so nicely." They replied before kissing you sweetly.

ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵃʰᵃ ⁽*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ⁾ ⁱ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ˢᵗʳᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵘʳ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ ᴵᴹ ˢᴼᴿᴿʸʸʸ ⁱ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶜᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗʰᵒ read part 2 here

who would've thought the ecology class that i took last semester would add some spice to my hange headcanons

a praise towards hange's character is a praise for me too

Hange: You're either a smart fella or a fart smella

Levi: ...

Hange: By the looks of it, I'm the smart fella here so

hange zoe

I do like characters who do not exhibit any hint of sexuality in any way because they’re too busy being tormented by the narrative. like “yea I might be gay or whatever but the labyrinth is growing so I can’t worry about that shit rn”