pairing: modern au amab!hange zoe x fem!reader mini series
summary: Hange’s day at the office surrounded by their coworkers' families triggers an overwhelming desire to start a family with you. One thing lead to another and now you’re faced with the challenges of pregnancy and the chaotic joy of building a life together.
tags: 18+ (mdni), nonbinary amab hange, they/them pronouns for hange, female reader, domestic fluff, pregnancy, smut on the first and last chapter, no use of y/n, married life, some attempt at humor lol
status: in progress!
chapter 1: juno (nsfw)
After coming home from "Bring Your Child to Work Day," Hange has a sudden, overwhelming fixation on building a family with you.
chapter 2: have a baby (with me) | coming soon
While trying to logically process Hange's sudden proposal, a chaotic babysitting test run proves they’d actually make a fantastic parent. But before you can overthink the future, a sudden wave of morning sickness leads to a shocking discovery.
chapter 3: bump on the road | coming soon
Hange turns into full-on attentive spouse mode while treating your pregnancy symptoms like a high-priority research project complete with weird homemade remedies. Beneath the hilarious over-parenting, you share sweet, intimate moments with Hange as your due date draws closer.
chapter 4: the arrival | coming soon
The big day finally arrives and Hange’s usual chaotic energy turns into a mix of emotions as you welcome your child to the world.
chapter 5: one more time? (nsfw) | coming soon
A rare moment of quiet gives you and Hange a chance to reignite the spark that started it all.
a/n: my tumblr writing comeback… kinda nervous! i hope you guys like this little self indulgent fic of mine. stay tuned for the chapters!
currently thinking about dad's best friend!hange (featuring levi as your dad lol)
tags: 18+ (mdni), suggestive (no smut actually happens but it's getting there), implied age gap, reader is of legal age, subby hange if you squint, not proofread
dad’s best friend!hange is completely helpless against you, and you knew exactly how to wrap them around your little finger.
dad’s best friend!hange who gets completely flustered whenever you drop by their office wearing something that catches their eye. you make a point to sit right beside them, leaning in close to hand them a coffee, intentionally letting your knee brush against theirs while watching their gaze drop helplessly to your lips.
dad’s best friend!hange who gets completely derailed while "tutoring" or helping you with work because you won't stop testing their limits. you’ll lean over their shoulder to look at their notes, your chest lightly pressing against their back, whispering your questions right against their ear just to watch the blush creep up their neck.
dad’s best friend!hange who tries so hard to act like the responsible adult when you ask for help, but you make it impossible. you’ll reach out to fix their collar or push a stray lock of hair out of their face, letting your fingers linger on their jaw until they catch your wrist, breath hitching as they look at you with total surrender.
dad’s best friend!hange who gets caught off guard when you "lose your balance" in their cluttered study and deliberately fall into them, hands coming to rest firmly against their chest, forcing them to wrap their arms around your waist to hold you flush against them.
dad’s best friend!hange who tries to keep their cool while sitting at the dinner table with your dad, only for you to secretly slide your foot up their leg under the table, watching them nearly choke on their drink while trying to keep a straight face in front of levi.
dad’s best friend!hange who gets flustered when you catch them staring. instead of looking away, you just give them a slow, knowing smirk from across the room, watching the way their hand visibly trembles as they adjust their glasses.
dad’s best friend!hange who stays completely still when you initiate the goodbye, stepping up on your tiptoes to press a warm, agonizingly slow kiss right to the corner of their mouth, leaving them utterly breathless and stunned.
dad’s best friend!hange who tries to gently remind you of the consequences, murmuring a low, strained “you’re playing a dangerous game when your dad is literally in the next room,” right after you lean in to whisper something entirely shameless into their ear while levi makes tea.
dad’s best friend!hange, you notice, is running out of self-control. every subtle move you make, every lingering touch, every heavy look you send their way is driving them crazy, and watching them struggle not to give in is the absolute best part.
pairing: modern au amab!hange zoe x fem!reader mini series
chapter summary: after coming home from "bring your child to work day," hange has a sudden, overwhelming fixation on building a family with you.
tags: 18+ (mdni), nonbinary amab hange, they/them pronouns for hange, female reader, domestic fluff, no use of y/n, breeding kink, mating press, breast play, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, praise kink, daddy kink, not proofread
word count: 1.3k words
status : in progress!
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The air in the apartment was quiet, broken only by the low hum of the fridge and the steady sizzle of minced garlic hitting hot oil in the pan. You were standing by the stove wearing a shirt that Hange owned and soft shorts, casually stirring a pot of pasta sauce, enjoying the rare, peaceful lull after a long day. The warm kitchen overhead light cast a cozy glow across the counter, the rich aroma of crushed tomatoes, basil, and garlic filling the room.
The front door unlocked with a heavy, familiar click.
Hange stepped inside, kicking off their shoes with a tired groan and tossing their jacket onto the chair by the entryway. But instead of their usual loud, energetic burst through the door, there was a warm, hyper-focused look in their eyes—locking onto you the second they rounded the corner into the kitchen.
"You're home early," you smiled, looking over your shoulder.
Without saying a word, Hange walked straight over, wrapping their arms tightly around your waist from behind and burying their face into the crook of your neck. They took a deep, heavy breath, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right over your pulse point.
"God, I missed you," Hange murmured, their voice low, raspy, and thick against your skin. "I couldn't focus on a single thing all afternoon."
"Rough day at the office?" you asked, leaning back into their chest and melting into their solid warmth.
"No... just insanely distracting," Hange chuckled softly, the vibration running straight through their chest and into your back. Their hands pressed firm against your hips, thumbs tugging idly at the waistband of your shorts. "It was 'Bring Your Child to Work Day' today. Kids were everywhere. Moblit spent half his shift panicking because a toddler almost spilled juice all over his keyboard, and Historia brought her little girl.”
Hange pulled back just enough to look down at you, their eyes shining with something deep, tender, and helpless. They tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, long fingers lingering on your cheekbone.
"I spent all day looking at them and thinking about us," Hange admitted, their voice dropping to an honest, breathless whisper. "I couldn't stop thinking about coming home to a house full of our kids. A real, chaotic, gorgeous family. I want that with you so fucking bad."
Truth was, Hange’s mind had been completely in the gutter all afternoon. Beyond the sweet, domestic idea of raising a kid together, watching everyone else's chaotic home lives had triggered a train of thought that had made it impossible for them to sit still at their desk.
Hange had spent hours staring at their monitor, completely unbothered by emails, vivid scenes flashing through their mind of what your body would look like carrying their baby. They had envisioned the warm flush settling over your skin, your hips getting softer and rounder, and your breasts getting swollen, ridiculously full, and heavy in their hands as your body changed. The raw, possessive thought of you growing round with their child—completely filled, marked, and remade by them—had left them aching with a desperate, heavy heat that had been building up all day long.
Before you could even answer, Hange’s hands slid straight under the hem of your shirt, long fingers gliding up over your bare stomach to cup your breasts directly.
"Hange- wait, the food-" you gasped softly as the sudden chill of their metal wedding band pressed flat against your warm, bare skin, making your breath hitch right as their wide palms took your weight with a rough, needy friction.
"Forget the food, baby," Hange growled softly against your ear, nipping your lobe while their thumbs flicked over your hardening nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. "Turn it off."
You reached back with a trembling hand to slap the burner off, letting out a low moan as Hange pulled your bra cups down, popping your breasts completely free. They kneaded your chest greedy and firm, rolling your erect nipples between their fingers until you were squirming hard against them, your heels lifting slightly off the floor.
"Fuck, you're already so sensitive," Hange breathed, voice raspy and scalding against your neck. "Imagine how you're gonna feel when you're carrying our baby. When these get even bigger... heavier... spilling over my hands every night..."
"Hange, you're crazy..." you managed to breathe out, gasping as their thumbs pressed extra hard against your aching peaks.
"Crazy for you," Hange shot back instantly, a low, wicked chuckle vibrating against your collarbone. "Crazy about putting a baby in this gorgeous body."
You whimpered, your thighs involuntarily pressing together as a slick heat bloomed between your legs. Hange felt you shudder and grinned against your skin. Grabbing your waist with effortless strength, they turned you around and lifted you straight onto the edge of the kitchen counter, right next to the cutting board.
The sudden height difference put you right at eye level, the sweet, emotional mood instantly snapping into pure, thick tension.
Hange reached out, rucking your shirt up all the way over your head and tossing it onto the floor, stepping right between your knees. "Look at you," they muttered, dark eyes drinking in the sight of you before leaning down to bury their face right in your chest. "So fucking pretty like this."
They took one hardened nipple into their mouth, swirling their wet tongue around the tip before sucking deep. You cried out, hands flying into their messy hair to hold them close while Hange pulled with a firm, steady rhythm. They moved back and forth between your breasts, sucking, teasing, and pinching until both peaks were dark, swollen, and aching, leaving you breathless and restless.
"Hange... please... it's too much," you sobbed softly, your head falling back against the kitchen cabinets.
"Tell me you want it," Hange demanded softly against your wet skin, their breath hot and heavy against your chest. "Say it."
"I want you... god, Hange, please-"
"Not yet," Hange muttered, sliding a hand down your thigh, rucking your shorts out of the way, and yanking your underwear down to the floor in one smooth, aggressive pull.
"Screw it," Hange groaned against your inner thigh, pressing a searing, open-mouthed kiss over your bare skin before pulling your legs wide. "I need to taste how bad you want this."
Hange dropped to their knees between your thighs and didn't waste a second. They dived right in, taking you into their mouth with pure, unhinged devotion. Their tongue worked you over in deep, heavy strokes, pairing a relentless pressure over your sweet spot with low, dirty hums that vibrated straight through your core. Hange kept playing with your bare breasts while they ate you out, pinching your sensitive peaks every time their tongue lapped up your slick, eating you out so greedily that your hips bucked helplessly off the counter.
"You taste so good," Hange purred against your dripping heat, pausing only to look up at you through messy bangs, eyes dark with lust. "So wet for me already..."
As Hange worshipped you with their mouth, a wave of profound love washed over them, grounding the wild, frantic heat of the moment. Holding you like this always brought back a rush of tiny, permanent memories that proved you were the only person made for them. They remembered that night three winters ago when you stayed up until four in the morning making terrible instant coffee just to sit with Hange while they finished a grant proposal, never once complaining. They remembered the soft, sleepy smile you gave them last month on a rainy Sunday morning, bedhead messy, pulling Hange down into the sheets just to snuggle for five more minutes. Every little piece of you—your patience, your laughter, the way you grounded their chaotic world—was the real reason Hange wanted this so badly. You weren't just the person they loved; you were the only person they could ever see starting a family with.
Just as you were sobbing their name on the edge of a wrecked climax, Hange stood up, breathing hard, eyes dark, blown-out, and completely consumed. Gathering you up in one swift motion, Hange carried you straight down the hall, uncaring of the trail of clothes left behind, and threw you down onto the mattress in the center of the bedroom.
With your clothes long discarded on the floor, they pinned your legs up toward your chest. Exposed like that, with your knees folded clear back against your torso, Hange stripped out of their pants—not even bothering to reach for the nightstand or look for a condom. There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in them; just the intent of their confession hanging heavy in the room over you.
"Look at me," Hange panted, aligning themselves right at your entrance, eyes burning down into yours with fierce, possessive adoration. "Look at me, sweetheart. I want to fill you up."
"Do it," you begged, whimpering as their bare tip nudged against your dripping entrance. "Fill me up, Hange."
Hange shoved forward, sinking all the way inside you in one heavy, continuous, agonizingly deep push.
You let out a sharp gasp, nails digging right into their shoulders. The angle was insanely deep, stretching you so wide you couldn't breathe, the sudden fullness knocking the air straight from your lungs. Hange didn't wait—they leaned down, capturing your mouth in a hard, messy kiss, tasting you on their tongue while their hand reached down to squeeze your breast in time with their heavy thrusts.
Even in the haze of deep, bruising pleasure, Hange’s heart swelled to near-bursting. Sliding into you raw felt like coming home. They thought back to the very first time you ever said 'I love you'—stumbled out over dim sum in a crowded diner, flushed and embarrassed, while Hange had almost choked on a dumpling from sheer joy. They thought about how, out of everyone in the world, you were the only one who truly accepted all of Hange's weirdness, who looked at their brilliant, chaotic mind and chose to love every single piece of it. That overwhelming gratitude poured directly into every sharp, heavy drive of their hips.
"Fuck... you feel so tight around me," Hange groaned into your neck, picking up the pace until the headboard was slamming rhythmically against the wall. "Tell me you're mine. Tell me I'm making a baby with you right now."
"You are," you whimpered, panting heavily as the deep, direct thrusts drove you out of your mind. "I'm yours, Hange, all yours..."
"Hange... fuck... Hange, please-" you whimpered, the unbearable depth, the friction, and the constant touch on your chest driving you completely crazy.
You threw your head back against the mattress, completely overwhelmed as your body tightened around them. "Please, daddy-"
The word had barely left your lips before Hange froze for a fraction of a second, dark eyes snapping wide with a sudden, wild fire.
"God, say that again," Hange growled, a dark, dangerous smirk breaking across their face.
"Please, daddy... fuck me," you gasped out, completely breathless.
Before you could even finish the sentence, the title completely shattered whatever restraint Hange had left. They snapped, picking up the pace into a brutal, relentless rhythm. Every thrust hit impossibly deeper, pounding into you raw and fast enough to make the bedframe creak and knock the breath right out of your lungs. Hange kept your legs pinned high, staring right into your eyes with a crazy, possessive intensity every single time they buried themselves to the hilt.
"That's it, good girl," Hange groaned, kissing your jaw, your neck, your lips, refusing to slow down for a second as they drove you straight over the edge. "Take it all. Let me put a baby in you. Take every drop."
That was the absolute end of you. The dirty talk paired with the deep angle, their hands on your chest, and the sheer intensity fueled by that one word shattered your control completely, sending you flying off the edge as your inner walls squeezed tight around them in violent, frantic spasms.
Watching you ruined under them broke Hange’s last thread of restraint. With a low, guttural growl of your name, Hange pounded in one last time, driving as deep as physically possible and pumping completely raw inside you, pouring themselves into you until you were full to the absolute brim.
Sweaty and breathless, Hange slowly collapsed over you, keeping their weight slightly off on their elbows while staying plugged deep inside. They buried their face in the warm crook of your neck, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as both of your heartbeats hammered together in the quiet room.
Hange pressed a few messy, lazy kisses along your throat, their big, warm hand sliding down from your overstimulated chest to rest heavy and possessive over the flat expanse of your stomach.
"We're gonna make such a mess of a family," Hange murmured with a smirk against your skin. "And I can't wait."
a/n: first attempt at writing smut lmk how it is 😭 also requests are open for one shots and other fic ideas!
there will be a Pikuhan Week taking place from 10 January - 16 January 2022 !
it would be great if you could join us for this celebration ! Any form of art is accepted ! Fanart, fics, playlists, edits ! Anything Pikuhan related ! More information can be found on @pikuhanweek, @pikuhandaily or @totallycorrectpikuhan on twitter ! or feel free to send me a message on here and i try and help !
Claire! Will you be doing Pikuhan Week in January?
hey! sorry for the late response. i'm not quite sure since pikuhan week falls on the exact time as my exam week. although if i do have enough time, i'll probably just continue my old drafts :)
Here is the list of fandoms I'm willing to write for:
Attack on Titan
Haikyuu
Bandori
Etc. (You can ask if I can write for a certain series, of course. Those listed are my main fandoms.)
Take note that in animes and in TV series where most characters are minors, I would only write smut for adult characters. Fluff is okay for any of those.
Character x character and character x reader is also okay for me. The only instance I don't write for it is when the two characters are minor x adult and the likes. I do not condone proships.
There really isn't much to take note of for now, but except that I do not write the following genres of smut:
incest and stepcest
extreme age gap
anything with animals (may it be the characters or the reader)
but aside from those, anything should be fine. Just take note that it may take a while for your requests to be made especially since I'm busy with school most of the time.
Layouts
Here is a list of fandoms I make layouts for:
Neon Genesis Evangelion
Haikyuu
Attack on Titan
Sailor Moon
Nana
Bandori
You can always request for me to match a header for your chosen icon/pfp.
