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Chapter 1 of my new byler fic, 'Should I Stay or Should I Go?' Is out now.

TW: suicide attempt. Reader discretion is advised.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83397931

Mike is unable to move on after losing Jane and tries to take his own life a few months after graduation. Will comes back from New York to be with him.

[anathegoblin]

Chapter 2 is out now! Check it out :)

[anathegoblin]

Chapter 1 of my new byler fic, 'Should I Stay or Should I Go?' Is out now.

TW: suicide attempt. Reader discretion is advised.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83397931

Mike is unable to move on after losing Jane and tries to take his own life a few months after graduation. Will comes back from New York to be with him.

[guitarskulls]

byler

ok what byler is everyones favourite can we share with the class now my favourite tbh is surfersahoy and vampwise

[mikeandwillsweddingofficiant]

i think 20s lesbyler, sharknilla, or cleradin

tag game cause why not: @wolfstarsbetterrhanyou @frogboyisatitagain @bylerpleaseandthankyou @bylerbean @and-you-said-yes @mikewheelerisaqueerler @cleradintragedy @autistic-trans-gay-aro-mike-w @mikewheeleriknowwhatyouare @cleradin7 @thefreakybyler & open tags :)

[cleradin7]

my favs?? probably hellcali, cleradin and lesbyler!!!

tags: @el7the7wise @girl-so-inlove @halflitpages @bulionzkury @wormfromlabyrinth224 @yoursleepdemon @heloisbyler

[halflitpages]

tysm for the tag!!!

i love love spideywill au byler and miwi currently

🏷️: @frogsdobegay @wondertwins-ahoy @gayzer-beam @ziggyzoomer @r5kittykat @mothwingsmayy @flickergatechild

[flickergatechild]

Thx for the tag

Mines gotta be Cleradin, Miwi, and Sevenspins ngl

@byebyebea @michaelqueerlerslipstares open tags <3

[byebyebea]

ty for the tag

i LOVE miwi and hellcali

@going-crazy-together @gloriouslygone

[gloriouslygone]

TYYY for tagging ^^

Sevenspins and Spidey Will x MJ Mike definitely. a bit of hellcali and surfsahoy too hehe

tags (no pressure): @mj-rulesdaw0rld @staticandballoons @skooldpadda @puppydogmike @sweetcreatureeternal @kweerdragon @the-birat612 @wiseheartheroes + anyone else!!

[the-birat612]

Thanks for the tag :D ^^

Me personally has got to be surfsahoy, MIWI (so cute ackk), hellcali (YESSS) and spideywill.

@sammiiiithedummest @anathegoblin @opossumwholovesbagels @amberstruck and anyone else!! So sorry if I tagged someone randomly. No pressure :3

[anathegoblin]

Thanks for the tag <3 I love love LOVEEEE Cleradin, Miwi(my babies🥺💙💛), hellcali, and epilogue byler <3333

Anyone can reblog ♡♡

[anathegoblin]

"He's not my Tammy."

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summary: Will's coming out, but I rewrote it and made it a little more intimate and personal with only Joyce, Jonathan and Robin in the room. And Mike overhears.

Ao3 fic link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82935296

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"..you need to know the truth."

Joyce blinked, a little confused. But Will was the apple of her eye- and right now he was.. distressed. Over what Vecna had showed him. Nightmarish things, she knew, and her sensitive boy was taking it to heart, getting teary and terrified at the thought of whatever it was, becoming true.

"Will... honey, what he showed you isn't real-"

"No, no, mom-" Will interrupted- "what happened in his mind didn't come from him. It came from me. And I- I don't want it to come true, I don't- so I.. I want to tell you the truth."

"Okay." Joyce nodded softly, shifting a little closer to his seat. "I'm here, baby. I'm listening. Tell me."

Will swallowed, breathing shaky, trying to gather his thoughts. "..mom I-"

"Is everything okay-?"

Will gasped, so did Joyce. They both looked up at the sudden interruption-

Mike. He was just standing there awkwardly, realising he'd walked in on a personal conversation.

"Yeah we'll be out in a minute." Joyce replied.

"Okay." Mike nodded and turned to leave-

"Mike." Will stood up quickly.

"Y- Yeah?" Mike turned his head.

"Can.. you send Jonathan in? Please."

"Yeah, of course."

"And- Robin too." Will swallowed, fiddling with his sleeve like he was worried he demanded too much.

"Sure- sure, I'll let 'em know." Mike gave an automated smile, leaving the room.

-

"Wanted to talk? About what?" Jonathan asked as their footsteps echoed in the hallway.

"Don't know, he didn't say anything more." Mike shrugged, looking at Robin like she'd know something but even she didn't know. But for some reason.. Robin felt like she had an inkling of what Will wanted to say. She glanced at Mike before the older ones stepped into the radio hall.

"You called?" Jonathan asked. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah- I just.. I wanted to talk." Will said softly, his face still flushed from tears beading in his eyes.

"Yeah champ, what's up?" Robin sat down along with Jonathan, Mike still standing in the doorway, waiting to be invited in. Which was odd.. there was a time where Mike would be there for Will without Will having to ask for it. And Will never minded it.

Will took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak- and was suddenly reminded of Mike's presence in the room. He looked up at Mike, the silence jarring and heavy. So much that the others looked up too.

"Could you- shut the door on your way out?" Will spoke finally.

Mike stared at Will like he just asked for his kidneys.

But he was quick to compose himself, Pretend like he was okay. Like everything was fine after Will didn't allow him to be there. Maybe it really was that personal. So much that he didn't want his best friend to know.

Will didn't miss the way Mike's jaw clenched. The way he looked down at his feet before nodding, like he had to mentally articulate instructions to his feet to step out of there.

"I'll be outside." He said, walking away a little too fast for normal and almost- almost shut the door behind him.

Mike walked out and a little away from there- but then his feet refused to even drag ahead and leave. His heart felt stuck- even though he knew Will didn't want him there. Mike grabbed the water bottle and chugged down some few sips, as if it were some numbing alcohol. Why did it leave a pang in his chest? He wanted to be there. Be there for Will and sit with him through whatever was eating away at him. But.. Will asked him to leave. So he'd leave. He wouldn't go against Will's wishes.

He was too lost in his own thoughts, just standing there ahead and away of the doorway when-

"I don't want you to see me differently... but I want you to know the truth. And the truth is that I..  I am different."

Mike suddenly snapped out of it, having overheard that.

"I am different."

/"what.. don't I understand?"

"That.. I am different. I do not belong."/

Mike's breath hitched in his throat. Will felt.. different? In what sense? The way El felt different? Why didn't Will ever tell him? Maybe Mike could've helped- or maybe.. maybe not. Maybe they weren't that close anymore.

Maybe Mike wasn't that important to Will anymore.

But now Mike couldn't move. He wanted to understand this. He wanted to understand Will. So he just stayed there, near the door, back pressed against the wall.

"I..don't want anyone to see me differently because I am like everyone else- all my friends, you know, D&D nights, arcade nights, and sleepovers, car drives and-  everything else." Will spoke, his voice a little wobbly.

"But I.. I realised at some point that I.. I was different. And it- it felt wrong, at first. Felt like I was a.. a mistake."

/"and when you're.. different..sometimes you feel like a mistake."/

"But- but there was a person who made me feel like I wasn't a mistake at all- infact that I was better for being different and- I.. I felt.. I felt so right with this person."

/"but- you don't make her feel like a mistake at all. You make her feel like she's better for being different."/

"Like- like I was just Will. Not broken, or a zombie boy or a freak or anything. I.. realised I had a- a crush on this.. someone.. and I just couldn't see myself with anyone but him."

Him?

"Him-?.." Joyce blurted out before she could even think it over.

"Mom." Will sniffled. "I.. can't see myself with a girl. Any girl."

Mike froze. He stood up a little straighter, processing that. Will liked a boy? Who? Was this someone from lenora when the Byers moved away?

"I thought of him when I had to kill the demogorgons. He gave me strength and I.. I felt.. when I accepted that I had feelings for him..I felt so free and everything made sense. I.. accepted myself.  But I can't move on even though I know- he- he isn't like me.."

Because otherwise the only boys Will had been around were the party.. and mostly-

"-and I'm scared I'll ruin what we have if I tell him. I don't want him to be my Tammy. He's just- "

"-Mike?" Jonathan was quick to put it together. And the silence followed by Will's quiet whimper told them all enough.

Even Mike himself.

Will liked a boy... and it was Mike.

Mike caught the gasp in his throat before it left him. He knew he'd hurt Will. But in Will's kind eyes, Mike only ever saw love. The need to be understood. And he'd always looked away because if he looked away, he could just pretend like he didn't see it.

The same way he'd pretended to not see Will crying in the van after he gave Mike the drawing, just to save himself unease. Save himself from looking into his own heart, that was begging to be understood.

He knew they'd grown distant and despite it all-

Mike was the heart. He was Will's heart.

The heart whose walls and vessels were covered with the colours of Will's love.

And the heart also pumped out love for Will.

"But he's not like me. And that's okay... because this- this is about me. I know I am different and... I'm okay this way. I just.. don't want you  all  to worry about me. This is who I am. I am okay."

Mike could imagine Will's smile. The relief of finally letting it out. He could feel Will's eyes softening, the tears finally giving way and streaming down his rosy cheeks.

"You're still my boy." Mike heard Joyce say with so much love. "You are perfect the way you are... and I love you."

That made Mike tear up, for some reason.

Like that was something even he needed to hear.

That he was still loved even after feeling so lost and misguided. That it was okay to be figuring himself out.

Will always called Mike, 'Mike the Brave.' But the real brave one was Will.. to be so open and brave to tell the truth, accept himself was the bravest thing Mike had seen anyone do.

Because Mike was the best at not being brave for himself. Not listening to himself, not accepting his truth.

But Will's words, they made him feel okay. Like there was still hope he could hold onto, be the brave Knight Will always saw him as.

"You'll always be my little brother." Jonathan sniffled with and hugged him, kissing Will's head as Will sobbed softly in his shoulder. Oh what privilege it was, to feel so relieved that he was crying in his brother's arms.

"I'm proud of you, Will." Robin smiled too, rubbing his back with a teary chuckle. She'd been there once too, scared and unsure. To know she could help Will accept himself was the warmest feeling in the world, to know she could be a safe person for someone so sweet and precious.

And outside, Mike wiped the tears off his own face. Like he always did. Alone but.. he wasn't confused this time. Because he knew how much he wanted to hear it too.

That someone was proud of him.

That he was not anyone's Tammy. He was just Mike.

His Mike.

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The Winner Takes it All.

[anathegoblin]

The roll was a 7. The date is 7th. Happy birthday to Mike, Jean, and I 🎂🎂

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[.-- .- -.- . ..- .--. ] part 2

Conformity gate/ Flayed!Mike au

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[.-- .- -.- . ..- .--. ]

Conformity gate au/Flayed!Mike

[anathegoblin]

To, the Boy who waited.

(Wyfilwma x Byler)

[anathegoblin]

Is it okay if I post my Byler edit on Tumblr? Yeah? Okay that's cool

Chainsawman x Mike Wheeler

[anathegoblin]

"He was just my Tammy."

The tower scene but I fixed it

[anathegoblin]

Do you guys remember me? I haven't posted here in YEARS lol

The Summer Will Died

[hurlingdown]

                     THE BAAAAD TOUCH!

synopsis. there’s a very thin line between the way animals fuck on the discovery channel and the way you fuck them. featuring shameless, rough sex with the arcane men, and a third secret option at the end. jayce, vander, silco, viktor.

tags. top! reader, sub! jayce, vander, silco, viktor. reader has a cock. rough anal sex, creampie(s), exhibitionism, infidelity, cumslut! jayce, doggy, riding, size difference, huge cock, belly bulge, size queen! viktor, sweat kink, strength kink, breeding kink, implied marathon sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, excessive amounts of manhandling, age difference, established relationships. cock-hungrified men. (lmao)

a/n. inspired by this song from bloodhound gang.

“does she know?” you pant into his ear, grip strong and sweaty on his hips, and jayce feels dirty, the way he’s being mounted like a bitch. “does she know about the way i fuck you? the sounds you make when i fill your pretty hole up?”  

he shudders, shaking his head, nails raking down your biceps as he tries to lift his head, to be less vulnerable in the way you’re taking him, but to no avail. he feels the hot burn of your palm at the back of his neck, and he finds himself back with his cheek pressed against the sheets, back arching with the violence of forcing his body to accommodate both pleasure and pain plowing away at his dignity. 

 “fuck!” he gasps, “let’s not, nnngh! talk about this. not, not right now.” it’s not the first time you’ve brought mel up in a conversation, but hardly ever more than an offhand comment, something to tease, something for fun. this… this was unknown territory. 

“why? you don’t like it?” there’s a strange displacement in your voice, a touch whiny, as though you were pouting at his denial. jayce thinks he’s going insane, because as manipulative as you were, there was no way he could say no to you. not with that look on your face. the one he can’t see but knows it’s there. 

“doesn’t matter,” jayce whispers. “it’s not ri- right.” 

you want to laugh. it’s not right? so it’s all right and just if he sneaks into your bed almost every other night for you to get him off simply because said girlfriend never could—nights of sweat and sinful lovemaking that end with him sneaking out of your room with a limp—but it’s not okay if you want to talk about it? how was that fair? 

“you don’t like her anyway, do you?” you mutter. “you should just get rid of her and be with me.” you tighten your hold on him. you want it to bruise. you want him to go home with your marks on his body. you want mel to ask about them and jayce squirming as he tries to think of a stupid excuse to fool her again. faulty gym equipment. sparring session gone wrong. you know all of his excuses. it’s funny, the way he tries to patch things up. “this is cruel… to the both of us. don’t you wanna get this over with?” 

“it’s- unh, complicated!” jayce moans, but there’s nothing complicated about it, he just doesn’t want to talk. doesn’t want to feel the shame and guilt making his guts tangle and heart pound—the way you fit into him so perfectly, so innately, like you’ve always belonged inside him, a missing piece to his puzzle. 

he bites back a whine as the thick head of your cock pushes against his swollen prostate, and he’s not sure if he can even feel his legs at this point. it’s humiliating, the way you’re cooing nasty words into his ear, handprints branding his hips as you tug him up only to slam downwards against him, pushing him further down into the mattress with every heavy thrust. 

“why? what’s keeping you then? hah. don’t tell me. does she fuck you like this too?” you snarl, sucking hot purple bruises down the column of his neck, salt and iron underneath your tongue making you hungry, and he keens. “so desperate for cock you’d let your girlfriend fuck you, jayce? well? does she fuck you as good as i do?” 

“noo,” jayce slurs, shaking his head, “nothing’s as good. you’re the best. love it. love you.” 

“really?” you bark out a laugh, and he nods dumbly, like his body’s conditioned to respond to your every whim, wanting to please, to serve. “well, i don’t see it at all. only thing you could ever be in love with is my cock.” 

“ah- ah, yeah, that too,” he whines, “love you more.” 

“liar,” you growl, and he sobs out at the way your length drags across his walls, thick and girthy, missing his prostate on purpose. it’s a punishment, jayce knows. he’s sorry. he feels so guilty. “pretty slutty liar. you’ll do anything to get stuffed, won’t you? even if it means cheating on your little girlfriend. you’ll even enjoy it, the moment you break her heart.” 

jayce shakes his head, tears blurring his vision. he can’t even say anything at this point, with the way you’re forcing him to take, fucking the words out of him. he can’t help being addicted to this. it’s too good. mel would understand, wouldn’t she? she would, if only she could have a taste of it. it’s not his fault. not really. 

“you probably think she’ll never know. you probably think she’ll never find out.” you’re talking again, but the sounds buzz by, barely intelligible. jayce swallows, letting your accusation wash over him. he has been careful, hasn’t he. surely she won’t know. surely she can’t know. “the way you start crying when you’re about to cum. you think she’ll never know about that, right?” 

he doesn’t know what you mean, but it’s so hard to think. there’s wetness on his cheeks and the low flame in his belly has blazed into a forest fire. he wants to cum. he needs it. he needs it hard and rough, bruises on his waist and hips and love bites on his collarbones, hard, heavy thrusts that make him feel dizzy and high and stupid, drowning him in the throes of pleasure that only you can give to him. 

“please,” jayce begs, tears streaming down his face. “i want, ngh… ah, want your cum in me.” 

and before he knows it, there’s the rush of hot cum flooding his hole, the sweaty press of your chest against his back, your hips trembling and bucking against his, and it’s so good it makes him see stars. but you don’t stop. it’s messy and filthy, and pure bliss when he feels you snake a hand into his hair and wrench his head up, rough and careless just the way he likes it. 

his eyes roll back before his cock starts helplessly spurting at the sight of mel standing in the doorway, watching him being bred like a whore.

VANDER

. . . vander thinks he maybe maybe made a mistake, telling you to be rough with him. because this is exactly the kind of rough he likes. 

“oh, fuck, sweetness,” he moans, arousal bleeding into his guttural voice as he arches his back and cants his hips backwards to receive your thrusts, taking you deeper inside, his ass bouncing every time you meet his hips with a wet, nasty ‘pap’. “t-thaat’s it, kid. right there, fuck, harder…” 

he’s clutching his pillow tightly, waves of pleasure shackling him to the bed as you’re pounding away at his hole from behind. you’ve snaked a hand into his hair to wrench his head up roughly, and a low whine pushes its way past his lips, punctuated by a sharp, deadly thrust aimed at his prostate. he’s pretty sure his own cock’s rubbed raw against the sheets, spurting so much pre there’s a sticky, slippery pool underneath him—easing the steamy push and glide. 

there are stars bursting at the corners of his eyes, threatening to consume his vision, and he can vaguely feel his toes curl and thighs spasm at every brush of your cock against his bundle of nerves. there’s sweat dripping down his face, a salty tang on his tongue, and he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, hearing nothing but his own heavy pants and groans, attuned to the rhythm of your thrusts. it’s too good. almost makes him feel young again. he’s halfway through his forties, and yet you’re fucking him like he’s twenty. 

vander can feel your hands all over him, pressing heavy bruises onto the tender fat of his waist and hips, bodily dragging him back onto your cock every time you ram forward, making sure to put your entire weight behind it. the mattress is letting out horrible creaking sounds, the headboard of the bed slamming into the wall in perfect tempo, and the both of you are going to regret this later, but fuck, he doesn’t care. 

it’s addicting. it’s violent. vander shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he is. 

“fuck, love, y’er gonna make me cum already,” he chokes out, and it’s more of a drunken slur, really — there’s something about the way you’re treating him that makes him dizzy and weak at the knees. his fists are clenched, grasping at the bedsheets every time he feels like snaking a hand between his legs and jerking off to your thrusts. he wants to enjoy it, savour it—the way you’re taking him, pressing him into the mattress like you’re trying to break the bed before you break him, gaze hungry enough to swallow him up in your lust. 

“go ahead and cum, vander,” you drawl, grabbing a handful of his ass before sharply spanking him across, the sting rewarding you with a full-body shiver. “i want you to cum like it’s your last night on earth.” 

who the absolute fuck does this kid think he is, vander thinks, and he quickly buries his face back into the pillow because he knows he’s going to get loud. you’re insane. insanely bad at dirty talk, but your hunger makes up for it. he’s never liked dirty talking that much, but fuck, if you weren’t something different. cum like it’s his last night on earth? he really underestimated how greedy you were. 

“cocky,” he wheezes instead, once he’s caught his breath, “y’er gonna, haah, hafta fuck me harder for that to happen.” it’s yet another bad decision, and he’s digging his own grave, he knows it. as if you aren’t already fucking him within an inch of his life—the bulbous shape of your cockhead digging into his prostate with such immaculate precision, pressing the shape of your handprints into his skin as you fuck him with your eyes, your hands and your cock. 

hungry. intense. unforgettable. vander doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of it. 

before he can even breathe, you’ve hooked one arm under his thigh, tossing him over onto his back like you’re flipping a fucking pancake, and vander’s not a delicate man by all means. without wasting a second, you’re pushing inside him again, groaning shamelessly as his wet, warm cave engulfs you perfectly. vander makes a desperate noise, eyes squeezing shut—there’s no pillow to muffle his cries or hide his expressions from you this time, but he’s far too close to be embarrassed. 

the new position’s got you so deep inside him, and it’s getting harder to breathe, almost as though he could feel you all the way to his throat. it’s uncomfortable and very inconsiderate of his aching back, but the mind-numbing pleasure hammering away at his sweet spot makes up for it. 

“s-so fuckin’ good, kid,” he pants out, arching his back with a moan as you reach down to grope at his tits, the muscles plump and soft with tender age, hole clenching around you tightly every time you tug at his perky nipples. his cock’s all leaky, drooling over his stomach and making a mess, and he’s so aroused it’s almost endearing. “fuck me… god, fuck me.” 

he’s going to cum hands-free, vander thinks, and shit, you’re going to be so smug about this after you’re done with having your way with him. vander sneaks a glance at you—eyelids fluttering, making little grunts of pleasure every time you bully your way into his tight wet warmth. it embarrassingly makes the back of his neck burn, makes him feel all hot and sexy and wanted. 

“yeah? best cock you’ve ever taken, vander?” you purr, and his breath stutters, seizing up with a yell and then he’s fucking cumming with you balls-deep inside him. guess you’ll take that as a yes.

SILCO

silco doesn’t know how long he’s been bent over in that same fucking position, but he doesn’t plan on making you stop anytime soon. 

“darling, not so rough. . .” he gasps out, nails raking down the expensive wood of his office desk while you plow away at him from behind, his hole sopping wet but tight, as though you haven’t cum two times in him already. he can feel his knees knocking into the hard front of the desk with every brutal thrust, the weeping tip of his erection grazing the cool mahogany, the pleasure inside him making his lower belly burn with a flame he hasn’t felt in a long time. 

“why?” you grin, draping yourself over his half-clothed stature, his pants yanked down to his ankles as he’s bent over to take. you shuffle forward, making sure his ass is pressed snugly against your crotch before giving an experimental roll of your hips, always reaching deeper, for more. “worried that they’ll hear?” 

silco presses his lips together in a thin line, tilting his face away from yours, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he were sulking. you laughed. it was just too easy to piss him off sometimes. 

“i’m just playing around, baby. your office is soundproofed, no?” you straightened yourself, running a hand over the smooth, sensitive expanse of his back before returning to your firm grip on his bruised hips. he gave a shuddering sigh, trying to relax as you started to rock into him again with strong, steady thrusts. 

“it doesn’t matter,” he rasps, “we’re, hah, being too loud… sweetheart. s-sevika is right outside.” 

“don’t care,” you mutter. “i’m pent up. ‘least you can do is let me fuck you stupid. you’ll let me, right?” 

silco makes a noise at the back of his throat, half from displeasure, the other half from the sharp curl of arousal in his lower abdomen, making his cock twitch and leak. fuck if it didn’t turn him on when you talked to him like this. he settles for burying his face into his arms, preparing himself for whatever you were going to put him through. 

“be gentle,” he whispers, letting out a shuddering sigh. “i’m not so young anymore.” 

you could feel a grin pulling at the corners of your lips. yeah. sure, you were going to be gentle with him. with him looking like that. 

“hngh, r-right there…” silco mewls out, knees buckling repeatedly as he tries not to think about how loud he’s being. he supposes he could gag himself with something, your fingers, maybe, get them warm and wet for you while you use his face as leverage to fuck him harder, but he knows how much his noises spur you on, and right now he really doesn’t want to piss you off. not when you’re indulging him so well. “that’s it… you’re so good… darling.” 

“not so shy anymore?” you hummed, licking a hot stripe up his neck, his gasp twisting into a whine. “think we can make you louder?” 

“sweetheart,” he sighs as he feels your hand wrap around his throat, and he tilts his head back to let you grip it properly. “you already know what i want.” 

“well, i don’t think so.” you smile, leaning down to press your cheek against his, working away from behind with short, firm thrusts that steal his breath away. “remind me. did we use the magic word yet?” 

but just as he’s about to answer with snark, there’s the rap of fists against his office door, and silco feels his heart plummet. not now, when things were about to get good—this was the worst timing possible. “everything alright, boss?” 

“yes,” silco pants, “fuck… yes.” 

you can feel his nails dig into the back of your thigh, warning you not to pull out. you’re thick and heavy, resting against his stomach, and silco feels so fucking good and full. you can’t stop now. not until he’s had his fill. he can vaguely feel your warm seed trailing its way down his perineum in a slow trickle, and fuck, he wants more. wants to feel stuffed even without you inside him, drowsy and content. 

he blinks, brows furrowing as he catches himself fantasizing about you yet again. should he even be having thoughts like these in his forties? was this healthy? sex with you was life-changingly—and now apparently hormone-alteringly good. 

“sir?” sevika’s growl interrupts his train of thought. and yeah, not to mention—his second-in-command is right outside his office, while all he can think about is cock. shit. your big, leaky cock, buried to the hilt inside his hole. he wonders if it’ll be gaping once you’re done with him. and oh. cum. loads of your cum, filling up every inch of space inside him. making it hard to breathe. making him swel— “is someone in there with you?” 

“yes,” silco wheezes dumbly as you roll your hips against him with meaning, forcing him to take you deeper. he trembles, shifting back slightly to fuck himself on your cock, forcing a sharp inhale from you. “we are busy. you’re, oh… dismissed, sevika.” 

the silence is loud, save for the almost-silent squelches of your cock maneuvering inside him with all the cum stored in his belly. 

you can feel his heart pounding from the way your chest is pressed against his bare back. or maybe it’s your own. his walls squeeze around you, sinfully tight, pulling a muffled moan from where you have your teeth sunken into his shoulder. fuck. he’s—silco’s actually into this. you’d have never guessed he would be such a freak, for lack of a better word, but with how things were going . . . you didn’t mind it. not one bit. it drove you crazy with want, if anything. 

“... if you say so, boss.” the sound of retreating footsteps fills you with both relief and disappointment, but before you could even process what that means, you can feel silco gazing at you through his lashes, low and scrutinizing and something needy. 

“did i say you could stop?” silco grunts. “fuck me.” 

you let out a shaky sigh, hips already bucking back into the warm mould of your cock—and the next sound that drives past his lips is a loud and unabashed sob of your name. 

you think you might have unlocked something new in your lover.

VIKTOR

“it won’t fit,” viktor slurs, moans tumbling out of his mouth as he gives a shaky roll of his hips. he’s not quite there yet, with only the tip sucked in, but he’s making good progress. “i’m terribly s-sorry, dear. your… appendage. it’s too big.” 

his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your hands forming a ring around his waist, strong and firm, a warm assurance that there was a possibility… although slight, that he’d make it. 

“it’ll fit,” you murmur, kissing the sensitive spot at the back of his ear, the one that makes him suck in a sharp breath and shudder. “you’re doing very good, love. just… a little more, yeah?” 

viktor looks down. it’s nowhere near a little more. you’re barely halfway in and he’s already thinking about quitting—has been, since the stupidly huge head of your cock breached his rim, making him feel a stretch that no amount of fingers or plastic toys could replicate. it was something extraordinary. overwhelmingly so. 

“please,” he mewls, forehead dropping to rest on your shoulder. “t-touch me? i think i’ll probably, hah, ease up a little if you would… oh, yes. thank you, dear. thank you.” 

it’s… in simple words, too much. you’re usually very considerate, taking your time with him with your fingers, rubbing on his tender walls until he loosens enough for you to slip another one in. the night would then end with you fucking his thighs, sticky and slick with his own cum. it’s good. it’s enough. that was until he started having thoughts of what it would feel like if you were inside him. 

but viktor would’ve never imagined it would be like this. the difference in size was just… comical. you were so deep inside him already, the impossible girth forming an obscene bulge over his abdomen, making him whine with the fullness. if this is already what it feels like to have you inside, then just what would it feel like to have you spill inside him?

he can’t lie—he’s spent nights waiting for you to fall asleep first so that he could scoop up some of the cum you had missed on the sheets, quietly fingering himself with the cold slickness. it didn’t feel right, even if it was yours. it just wasn’t the same. he wanted, no, needed to feel it for himself. 

it doesn’t help, the way you’re stroking him, ever so gentle with him. your huge palm covers his entire length without having to move much, huge thumb rubbing at his leaking tip, and viktor’s never been so hard before in his whole life. he’s so close already, hole fluttering around you uncontrollably, and it’s almost cute how it looks like it’s going to swallow you up. maybe it is. 

maybe it’ll fit. 

“last few inches,” you pant, fingers trembling slightly where you’re struggling not to press bruises into the cup of his hips. “can i-? please, vik. it’s so good. you’re so good. i just need a little more. please, baby.” 

“yes,” viktor blurts out, before he realises just what he agreed to—but within the next second he can feel something abnormally large pushing its way past his tight walls, faster and rougher than before, even as he tries to clench and hold still—it’s mean and a little too much, but then the back of his thighs meets hot skin and he nearly blacks out with the stretch of it all. 

“ngh,” viktor keens, trembling with exhaustion as he tries to settle into your lap comfortably with such a large intrusion within him. “soo full…” 

you sigh in pleasure, hands going back to his hips where they belong, pushing him down until you’re satisfied that he’s properly taken everything you’ve given him. it’s not a demand, viktor thinks, more like a comfort. telling him that you’ve always known he would’ve been able to take you in the first place. that this is where he belongs, filled to the brim with you and you only. 

he lets out a shuddering moan when you start to slowly bounce him on your lap, lifting him up with ease a good inch or two, before rolling your hips to meet his, pushing yourself deeper. “shit, vik…” you groan, and he cries out with every brush against his prostate, the sheer size of you making it impossible to miss it. “you’re so tight, baby… so perfect. i’m right here with you, okay? easy now, you’re doing so good.” 

you’re so good to him as always, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, but it’s different this time, and fuuck. viktor thinks he’s dying with how good it feels. he tries to steer his hips, to actually ride you instead of having you manhandling him up and down your cock, but there’s hardly any friction left now that he’s properly stretched, and any attempt results in him collapsing back to his knees, the pleasure making him weak. 

he settles for hanging onto you, arms wrapping around your neck and choking out little whimpers as you rock upwards into his waiting hole again and again, toes curling and nails scratching red trails down your back with the all-consuming pleasure.

it’s driving him crazy, the fullness, the simple thought of you pumping your seed and sperm into him, of making love with you. it’s nothing like the way it was written in the textbooks he had spent nights researching—it’s beyond anything he would have ever imagined. 

“please,” viktor sobs out, feeling strangely empty every time you pull out halfway, as ironic as it was—as though there was a chance you would leave him fully. the thought of it hurt. if only you could fit inside him forever. if only. “stay…” he cries, “cum inside. m-make me yours.” 

you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a hurried kiss, at the same time grinding so deep viktor thinks, for a split of a second, that that might be you he’s feeling in his stomach. the broken wail he gives is loud and muffled, and you lap up the drool on the side of his face, watching as your lover’s eyes flutter shut at the feeling of being filled, properly this time, to the brink of spilling.

masterlist!

[ourmondobongo]

Tsuda-san won the ViVi National Treasure Level Handsome Men 2023, in the Sexiest Male Voice category for his Nanamin performance!!

2nd place: Yuichi Nakamura (Jujutsu Kaisen: Satoru Gojo) 3rd place: Takuya Eguchi (SPY×FAMILY: Lloyd Forger) 4th place: Hiroshi Kamiya (Attack on Titan: Levi Ackerman)

[anathegoblin]

Mission: Househusband

A levihan fanfic(2/2)

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Summary: Time was running out fast, with Levi having to count his final moments on his fingers now. Hange had to find him, whilst making sure her squad was safe as well. The mission must not fail- neither shall she lose her husband. Countdown begins now.

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Warnings: swearing, violence, gore and gore description. Action/thriller modern au

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Characters- Hange Zoe, Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith,  Mikasa Ackerman, Connie Springer, Jean Kirschtein, Sasha Braus, Gabi Braun, Falco Grice, Onyankopon, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster, Armin Arlert, Miche Zacharius, Nanaba, Moblit Berner.

Link to part 1:

A levihan fanfic (1/2) ---------------- The renowned officer, Hange Zoe, has found herself in a dilemma- she has to now think on her feet,

Not proof read, we die an honourable death. Happy reading, hope you enjoy :)

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"Sorry- I'm sorry.. just hang in there for a while-" Mikasa's soft voice whispered as she tightened the gauze around Jean's arm, staining with blood as moments passed. He grit his teeth hard, tears brimming up in his hazel eyes as he buried his face in Connie's shoulder who he was leaning up against, painful gasps and groans and whimpers leaving him. The blood loss was starting to make him dizzy and lightheaded, which, at that moment, they had no other way to treat. They were still held hostage.

"Is he picking up?" Armin looked up when he heard one of the men whisper, to which his other buddy shook his head slightly- enough for Armin to pick up on the conversation. "This is bad," the blonde whispered to Connie, "He's lost too much blood. We need to rush him to the hospital." Jean's eyes were now closed- still leaning against Connie, rasping and somewhat heaving. "It hurts so bad..-" he grunted hoarsely, barely above a whisper. "Stay awake Jean- please-"

Hange was panicking by that point, unsure of what to do. Time was running out, and she had to find Levi wherever he was- dead or alive, she had no idea- and help her squad to manage out of there alive and well. Jean needed immediate medical attention as well- everything by that point was in a high risk of danger.

"Argh!" She kicked at the ground hard, trembling and pulling at her hair in frustration. There was too much to think of at once- it was blocking all the ways for her to think rationally and logically. "Okay.. calm down, Hange, calm down." She told herself, pacing in her feet. Now there was only one person who could help her.

"Do you still think we should kill him off?" One of the men whispered, to which his buddy replied- "well another bullet anywhere will kill him immediately. The blood loss might as well kill him slowly and painfully.." a sick grin spread across his face as he said that. "Let's kill someone else. That woman, maybe. With her more than half of their overall strength would be gone."

"And what about their leader? The scientist or whoever she was." "We'll send someone else after her. Clearly our men did a shit job. We'll let someone else tail her." He sighed, loading his gun again. The rest of them raised theirs too, aiming straight at the squad. They were helpless too, trying their hardest to keep Jean's consciousness coming back- but as every second passed, it was going in vain. "One of you just has to go." The man growled, making all of them look up. He aimed it straight at Mikasa- one move and he would shoot her, or shoot her either way. "Don't shoot her," Jean's voice whispered hoarsely, still leaning against Connie and bleeding profusely, Hazel orbs on the verge of shutting down. "Kill me instead.." he tried to raise his arm, shaky and dangling- to shield Mikasa.

     The woman's eyes welled with tears- with concern for Jean as well as with a realisation that there was probably no way out of this anytime soon. Who knows, by that time, even she'd be a corpse.

Maybe this was the end for all of them.

Mikasa closed her eyes, a silent tear rolling down the smooth of her cheek, waiting to get shot. The cold barrel of the gun against her forehead was making her heart beat harder and harder- now out of fear.

But instead of the ear piercing gunshot, a sudden slam of doors startled all of them- along with a bullet searing right by Mikasa's ear, puncturing her almost- assassin's hand and making him drop his gun and scream in excruciating pain, stumbling back.

"Erwin, I need you to help me."

"Drop your weapons and put your hands up! Up where I can see them!" Erwin's loud and fierce voice boomed, "Arrest them! Now!" Miche and Nanaba kept their guns aimed, rushing over to the men to handcuff them like Erwin had ordered.

"Please ensure my squad's safety for some time. I need to ensure my husband's well being."

"Commander Erwin!" Armin beamed out of relief, with a smile. "We have another problem here!" Connie yelled desperately, as Jean had gone completely limp, breathing ragged and eyes closed. "He needs immediate medical attention!"

"One of them is in immediate need of medical care."

Moblit went over to the injured man, checking up on him quickly trying to assess the situation. "You fucking bastards!" The other man yelled, managing to somehow elbow Nanaba in the face, breaking free as she was forced to let go and aimed the gun at Erwin- only to get shot through the head and get killed instantly. The bullet, however, came through the open window- Mikasa's eyes twinkled when her gaze spotted the assassin. The sniper took off her goggles and smiled triumphantly from atop the building, waving to the dark haired woman in the other building. "Sasha!"

"You can count on me, Hange."

"But- how did you find us? And what are you doing here?" Armin asked, still in somewhat disbelief. "Hange called me." Erwin replied. "She told me everything that happened. She's out to find Levi now, and I'm here. The situation escalated fast, so there was a need for immediate action." He explained. "We need to hurry," Moblit interrupted. "He's lost too much blood. We need to get him to the hospital." Connie helped Moblit to escort Jean out of the building, after the arrested men were escorted out too. "Commander-" Mikasa chimed in, and Erwin turned to look at her. "What about Hange San? Is she alright?" "Yes. I've sent Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco to help her. After we're done patching up Kirschtein, we'll see if she needs more help."

2 and a half hours. It'd been two and a half hours. Hange's eyes were frantically moving from screen to screen, reviewing the cctv footage from a few hours ago, to check what time exactly Levi had left the house, what Uber he sat in, everything. Their house had this big room where Hange worked- computers, cables, laptops, everything was there. Even the cctv footage from outside their house of the street. It had been two and a half hours since Hange's squad was ambushed, and followed the events of her getting separated from the younger ones. And Levi had left the house around 45 minutes before the whole ordeal of fuckery.

3 hours and fifteen minutes.

"Fuck," She sighed, panic coursing through her veins. The Uber and it's license plate was visible, and if he really did stop by the store, she needed to go there and check those cctvs. She grabbed the keys and rushed outside- bumping into Onyankopon and the two kids. "Hange San-! Are you okay? The Commander sent us to help you-" the 18 year old boy explained in a hurry. "Car? You came here by car-?" Hange asked the older man, still quite caught up in her own frenzy. "Y- Yes," Onyankopon nodded, immediately understanding that she'd need to drive somewhere, and unlocked the doors. "Good- drive me to the convenience store. I'll give you the directions. Please hurry."

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"Yes, from around 11:30 am to 12pm," Gabi explained again, her and hange on both sides of the computer operator, eyes watching the screen like a hawk. The car they were looking for didn't seem to pass by the store, let alone stop by for Levi to buy groceries. "This is bad," was all Hange said, pushing her hair back. "Hange San," falco stepped into the store, hurrying over to her with Onyankopon following him. They'd both went to different shops on the other roads to track the car via cctvs. "That Uber never took the main route. It took the road from the alleys a little behind the main intersection. I checked the footage from a store there." He explained. "Alley behind the intersection? But that's- far from here.. and it leads way away from the city after a point," Hange furrowed her brows in confusion.  "Had any of the men said anything rather particular that might help us find Mr. Levi?" Onyankopon asked as they all made their way back to the car.

"I wonder.. how long will he be able to survive without air or water?" Floch's words rang in her ears again when Onyankopon asked that question. "A tight space," She blurted suddenly. "A small, tight, suffocating place. No air or water."

"A car's trunk." Gabi concluded. "You mean that Uber's trunk? Is that where he could be?" Falco asked. "No, that's not possible." Onyankopon said, "the car is way too obvious to spot. I don't think it'll be the same car. Maybe he got put in some other car from that one, or the same car went somewhere isolated." "Isolated? Where possibly could it go?" Gabi asked- and it fell dead silent for a while.

The three of them looked at the left out brunette- too caught up in their discussion to realise that she'd started spacing out, breaking into a sweat and hands trembling. Her eyes were glassy and blank, losing focus; face white as a sheet. All of the worst possible scenarios were playing back to back in her head- and none of them were even mildly pleasant, quite obviously. "Hange San-" Gabi grabbed Hange by the shoulders, but it wasn't enough for her to snap out of it. "Hange San!" She shook the brunette, only then did her gaze regain focus and looked at Gabi. "We're going to find him and he's going to be okay." She reassured. "Do you hear me? We're gonna find him, and he's going to be okay." She repeated, and then Hange nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. Let's look for him." She said, sniffling and rubbing her nose.

No matter how hopeless it felt, Hange was stubborn. She wasn't going to lose her husband. Not today. Not like this. "There is a car dump area just a little away from the isolated parts of the city," Hange said, finally finding enough strength to churn up ideas and solutions. "All the worn-out vehicles, broken, crashed, end up there. If we make our car fly, we'll reach there in around 45 minutes. Or an hour at the most." Onyankopon nodded, getting in the car and started up the engine. "Let's go, then." And so their car zoomed out into the street- to find the Uber or any other clue there could be.

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Whatever sorry excuse of air was remaining in the tight space of the trunk, was getting heavy and smelling incredibly, disgustingly of metal- the metallic smell being Levi's own blood. He couldn't breathe properly anymore- his throat was closing in on him, all those useless kicks from inside and muffled groans were all in vain. He started to let go of the hopeless belief that just maybe someone, anyone could hear him and help him out. The wound in his gut was starting to worsen and get beyond excruciating- he just wanted to sleep, sleep and maybe that'll numb the pain. But a part of him knew, that maybe he would never wake up again if he went to sleep.

This was stupid, so utterly fucking stupid. He wanted to go back home, go back to the love of his life- lay in her arms, watch her smile, make her warm meals and make her happy. Just like the perfect life he'd been living just a few hours ago. He wished he could've atleast hugged her and kissed her, told her how much he loved her. The pain was just so overwhelming, he couldn't take it anymore. His senses were shutting down- not like there was a lot to focus on in that pitch black, claustrophobic ass small trunk- but he could feel himself shutting down. A soft grunt and sigh escaped his muffled mouth, as he closed his eyes and slipped out of consciousness- hopefully, to wake up somewhere better.. in the hospital, in hange's arms, or in afterlife.

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"These are way too many fucking cars.." Falco's eyes grew wide, seeing the sea of cars in the area. "And we're going to search each and every single one." Hange said, rolling her sleeves up. "Try to find the seemingly new ones. Anything suspicious, call me." And they all split up in different directions, examining and looking into the trunks of all cars they came across. At some point, Onyankopon called up Erwin to update on the situation, who offered to come help as they all weren't too far away. Soon enough Erwin and hange's squad, including Jean, who was stubborn on accompanying them with his broken arm in a sling- everyone was looking around the dump, opening and closing doors, examining licence plates, checking the trunks, what not.

They were well over 45 minutes into this activity by that time- Hange was extremely exhausted, and frustrated- and above all slowly losing hope. "Agh.." She sighed, tears brimming in her eyes. Maybe floch had lied about that in the first place. Maybe this was all to just waste their time. Maybe Levi wasn't even here- maybe she'd never see him again, or atleast in one piece. Cruel, so so cruel. Why did it have to be him? The man she loved- the most amazing, beautiful, grumpy man on the earth? This was all a sick, sick joke- but it was tearing her apart. She whimpered, letting a few tears run down her face before Mikasa consoled and reassured her. "You seem tired, Hange San. Please sit and rest for a while. We'll all keep looking." She comforted softly. "No- no," Hange sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. "I'll keep looking too. I'm sure there's-" She got cut off by a rather loud shriek from the other side. That sounded like Gabi. Deafening silence fell for a moment before Hange took off on her feet, running to where Gabi was, Mikasa following behind.

"What happened-" Hange asked when she saw Gabi and Onyankopon standing infront a car with its trunk open- eyes wide in horror, the young woman covering her mouth with her hands. Like they both had seen ghosts. The others came around too, but no one dared to look what they both were looking at. The only thing Hange noticed was the smudged, bloody handprint on the dicky. "H- Hange San..-" Onyankopon's voice broke as he called her. Hange gulped, heavy steps dragging her body towards the car.

Nothing in the world would've prepared her for the sight inside. Her blood ran cold, form freezing in her place.

There he was.

Levi's limp, almost lifeless body lying inside the trunk, in a pool of his own blood. His hands and legs tied up, mouth gagged as well. The blood loss and lack of air was so severe, his face had drained of all colour- skin just ghastly pale and slightly bluish purple. He was so limp and unmoving, not even breathing the slightest- like he was dead.

Hange could feel her world shattering in that instant.

"L- Levi.. Levi-" She forced herself to breathe, immediately coming back to her senses. "Onyankopon- help me-" She reached into the trunk, holding onto the unconscious man carefully and carefully pulling him out of there. They both laid him down on the ground, untying his limbs while tears threatened to spill out of his wife's eyes. Hange hated the way his hands flailed about like a ragdoll while she untied him, throwing the dirty rags away. He wasn't breathing- she lay her head against his chest.

It was beating. He wasn't dead.

"Levi- open your eyes! Can you hear me-" She examined the rest of his body quickly, the wound in his gut concerning her more and more. "Here- use my jacket to stop the bleeding-" Erwin took his blue jacket off, giving it to Hange who frantically pressed it against her husband's wound, trying to stop it from bleeding more. "Oi! Open your eyes- don't do this to me-" Hange spoke through gritted teeth, laying him down properly before putting her hands together on his chest to perform CPR. "Wake up!! This isn't funny-!" Jean moved away from there to call an ambulance, the commotion to revive him somehow, anyhow was getting frantic.

But everything was going in vain. He stayed unresponsive- each minute seemed like hours while she desperately tried to get him breathing again. "God- just wake the fuck up! I hate you! I hate you so much- you said we'd spend all of our lives together till we're all old and wrinkly- you can't leave me! You're a liar- you're breaking your promise!" She cried, giving a final hard compression that made Levi jolt up and gasp for air, but the wound made it way harder. Tears beaded in his eyes, an awkward, guttural groan of pain leaving him as he tried to steady his breathing- but the pain overwhelmed him, making him pass out again. But atleast he was able to breathe. Hange lifted his head on her lap, holding his cold hand to somehow let him know she was there with him still.

Disaster struck, however, when his breathing slowed down again after just a couple of minutes. His head tilting to the side, a thin stream of blood started leaking from the corner of his mouth.

This was bad. Another minute here and he would be dead- a slow, painful death.

Hange panicked, calling his name and trying to bring his consciousness back, scared even more than before now. Fortunately the ambulance swerved in just then, the nurses stepping out to examine him. both of the nurses glanced at each other with a certain look, before helping Levi onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. Erwin glanced at Hange, who was too shaken up so he volunteered to go sit in the ambulance with his injured friend.

Hange stumbled in her own feet, toppling over and almost fell down- Connie and Mikasa holding her in time, but she still sank to the floor. The shock of it was too much to handle- and she was blaming herself for everything.  Just- just maybe if she'd reached a little sooner.. her form trembled, hand holding her head and a choked sob heaving out of her gritted teeth. "Hange San," Jean crouched by her side, his hand on her quivering shoulder. "He's going to be okay. He's very strong.. and he's going to come back to you." Hange looked up at the man. His usually glaring, narrow orbs were full of comfort and sympathy.

"He's going to come back to you."  Right.. that was what he always did. No matter how bad things had ever gotten, Levi was always there, standing right by her side.

And now that bad things were happening to him, Hange wanted to be by his side too. "Y- yeah. Let's go to the hospital." She wiped her tears, getting up. "Let's hurry." The keys were tossed to Onyankopon and Mikasa, the group splitting into two and rushed to the hospital in two different cars.

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The silence was getting uncomfortable, anxiety rising every second that passed with them just sitting and waiting infront of the ER. How long had it been? One hour? Two hours? God, she didn't know. Every second spent there felt like hours. Onyankopon was standing by the wall, Gabi and Falco sitting on the bench infront of Hange. Hange stood up suddenly, making all of them look up. She looked so tired and unfocused, it was scary. She took a few steps ahead and sank to her knees infront of Gabi, pulling the younger woman into an embrace. Gabi was confused, but didn't question it. "Wha..-?" "Thank you, Gabi." Hange whispered hoarsely. "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have found him in time. Thank you."

After what seemed like ages, the surgeon finally stepped out of the ER with a small sigh. Hange immediately sprang to her feet, and so did the other three. "Doc, is he..-" "He's out of danger now." Hange felt like she would faint from relief right then and there. "However, he's lost a lot of blood. And the injury to his stomach is very sensitive. We're gonna have to keep him here for atleast two weeks, and then strict rest for a few months following. He's still asleep, you may see him after he wakes up in a few hours." The surgeon informed. "Yes- alright. Thank you, Doctor." Hange nodded, bowing slightly. And for the first time in absolutely chaotic long hours, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

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He opened his eyes to a monitor beeping softly somewhere in the distance. It took him a while to focus his eyes- he felt so drowsy. But he was quick to realise his head was resting on soft pillows- and a blanket was draped over him. Wait, was he in the hospital? It didn't hurt as much as it did before anymore. He actually survived all of that? He felt someone holding his hand, too. He sighed softly, finding enough strength to move his head to look at the person. Hange was holding his hand, head rested on the mattress, sleeping peacefully. How beautiful she looked, even when asleep.

He gave her hand a light squeeze- she awoke immediately, taking a second to process what she just felt. "Oh, you're awake!" She smiled, eyes gleaming. He used his other hand to lift off the oxygen mask so he could speak to her. "Yeah.." he replied in his hoarse, unused voice. "How long has it been- how long have you been here..? Did you eat anything.." He went to try and sit up, but the sudden pain that shot up from his gut made him wince and lie down again. "No no- you don't need to get up. Please rest." Hange said, getting up and moved closer towards him, running a hand through his soft raven hair. "You're so stupid, you know," She chuckled through her tears, that were threatening to spill out. Seriously, this man had went through an agonizing near death experience and the first thing he asks her if she'd eaten anything? He was too caring for his own good, so much so that she didn't deserve him. Silence followed for a while, before she sniffled.

"I'm so sorry, Levi.." She sobbed, holding his hand. "I'm so sorry.. if I'd known- if I'd reached sooner I-" she struggled to get her words out, guilt washing over her. "Hange.." he whispered, wanting to stop her. "This is all my fault- I should've been more careful-" "No, Hange listen to me.." he squeezed her hand assuringly. "If you hadn't come there- I would've been a rotting corpse by now.. you saved my life.." he said, eyes glimmering with life and love. "I'm still here- I'll always be here..you can't get rid of me so easily.." he smiled softly. "I love you so much, four eyes.. you made me greedy for life- for a life only with you in it.. I'm not gonna leave you.." Hange smiled back through the tears, a small laugh escaping her. Oh, how she loved him. "I love you too, shorty." She kissed his hand, leaning down to kiss his head too. "I love you so much. " every time she looked into his stormy yet calm, steel gray eyes, something always told her it'll be okay. And she was reminded of it this time as well.

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A few months later

"So.. the guy whose Uber I got in was the bad guy." Levi said, as he walked back with Hange from the convenience store, one hand holding hers and the other, a bag full of groceries. "Yup," She replied. "And you're still tailing him?" "That's correct, my love. This won't end till he and his brother are arrested." She explained. "So, what is the action plan here?" Levi asked.

"That's right, tell him the action plan." He smirked, aiming the hidden sniper gun at the scientist.

"Action plan? There is no action plan, love." Hange smiled, looking up at a building away from them.

That startled him- when she stared straight at him through the scope. "What the..?"

Little did poor yeager agency know, that alliance agency was now two steps ahead and unbeknownst to them.

He realised what his impending doomed fate was when she smiled sinisterly dark, raising her hand and pointed her index finger straight at him, like a gun.

"Bang."

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Thank you so much for reading! Shares, reblogs, reviews and suggestions, comments, everything is much appreciated! See you soon! 🥺💕💕

[anathegoblin]

Behind Closed Doors (Levi x Hange × Reader)

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Warnings: very fuckin filthy um, detailed smut, threesome, fem! Bodied reader(they/them pronouns used), reader has slightly stronger feelings towards Hange, oral, degrading, spanking, fingering, creampie unprotected,(PRACTICE SAFE INTERCOURSE PLS), and lotssss of smut

Minors DNI bro I've warned yall

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"What do you think we should do with this brat, four eyes?" Levi scowled, a small smirk on his lips as he cornered you in his room. He was short, yes- but his intimidating gaze made your knees buckle, sinking in and making you smaller under him.

Hange sighed, crossing a leg over the other.  She was sitting on his desk, shirt unbuttoned halfway and hair let down. "You know they like to watch or hear us from outside the door... they're so damn desperate- it's surprising. How about we be a little generous, eh? Bet they'd like a show." She looked straight at you, gaze burning a spark inside you. Her eyes narrowed, a devilish grin blooming on her face.

God, no wonder you loved her more than you loved Levi.

And Hange could tell so, too.

You loved both of them, not just either. But it seemed as if your feelings were stronger towards the brunette. Just her gaze was making butterflies dance in your stomach.

"Hm." Levi said, still hovering over you, "if it is how you state it, a show would be torturous.. they'd be in a mess by the end- just trying to satisfy themselves as well..." your heart was thudding so loud, it felt as if it was going to jump right out- and possibly, smack Levi right in the face. 

Hange got down from the desk, walking towards the both of you. "Move." She growled briefly, pushing Levi away from you. "Tch-" he hissed, stumbling off- but his eyes widened the moment she grabbed your wrists, leaning ahead and crashing her lips onto yours in a heated kiss.

You gasped, too overwhelmed to kiss back immediately.

It was happening. Hange was kissing you- a passionate, whole hearted kiss.

You almost passed out, but Hange pinned you to the wall, tilting her head to deepen the kiss and pushing herself as humanly close to you as possible, almost grinding her hips with yours. You came back to your senses after a while, entangling a hand into her messy yet soft hair, other arm wrapping around her waist to hold her close as you kissed back.

Her lips were soft, just like the petals of cherry blossoms. Hange was a tall and lean, sun kissed beauty with brown hair and brown eyes that sparkled with cheeriness. When she didn't smell like shit- that was, when she didn't bathe for days, she smelled like sunflowers- and the warm summer days.

The kiss soon turned into a make out session, hange grunting quietly as she skillfully explored your warm cavern with her wet appendage.

Lack of oxygen soon forced her to pull away, sucking in a sharp breath as you both gasped heavily to catch your breaths. You nearly went cross eyed, a string of saliva connecting you both still- hair slightly messier than before and kiss swollen lips, cheeks ablaze. You just hummed softly, blinking several times. "They taste sweet.." Hange whispered, loud enough for Levi to hear. For a moment you forgot Levi was there.

He rolled his eyes, " hm. Seems like just this got them stupid. Tsk- look at them. They look like a dumb idiot."

You did look like a dumb idiot. You were lost in your own cloud of happiness, not being able to get over the fact that you just kissed the person of your dreams. It felt magical.

You were so lost, you didn't notice the other two glancing at each other, exchanging smirks. They both started undressing, climbing onto the bed. You just gawked at them, staring as the clothes were tossed aside- giving you a view of their perfect figurines.

Hange's waist and legs- so slender, yet so well built and toned. Her light tanned skin glowing, quite a many battle scars littered across her body. Her sculpted abdomen, slight outlines of her abs showing. She undid her binder too- her perky breasts, small but so perfect for her body. Her soft, slightly parted pink lips, brown orbs shining and hair puffy, touching her shoulders- fringes falling over her forehead as she smiled at you.

She was a goddess in your eyes.

A work of marvelous art; as if God had picked up a paintbrush and with beautiful, soft strokes, painted an angel to descend to the human world.

Of course, Levi wasn't anything less.

Levi was a perfect example of masculine grace. He was quite more built than the scientist; muscular legs, arms and torso. His chiseled jawline, Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he tilted his head back. His smooth, soft raven hair in an undercut- eyes trailing down, your gaze fell on his sculpted chest and abdomen- he had battle scars too. His tapering steel eyes watching you, almost unnoticeable yet distinctive smirk on his thin lips.

He still had his boxers on, though- a perceptible bulge poking from inside the clothing.

He was breathtaking.

There they were- humanity's strongest and humanity's smartest; the two people you always fantasized about and deeply loved..  sitting infront of you, completely bare- as if for you to admire their physical beauty.

"Strip."

"Huh?" Levi's voices snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Strip, sweetheart." Hange repeated for him, adding that sweet nickname at the end which made you blush, eventually obey. You took the jacket off, then the gear harness- you weren't wearing all of it, so there wasn't much to take off. Shirt, belt, boots, trousers- till you were left in your undergarments.

They both took a while to look you up and down, eyes scanning your perfect, pretty body. "Come here." As always, Levi's brief way with words. You walked to them, climbing onto the bed. Hange ran her hands up your hips, and stomach, before gently pushing you back on the soft mattress, head resting on the soft pillows comfortably. "Let's satisfy you a little.." hange purred, peppering soft kisses down your chest and abdomen, sucking and biting at spots that made you whine and whimper softly. Those noises you were making were getting the other two excited beyond imagination. She tugged at the hem of your underwear, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Your core was already dripping, clenching slightly when the cold air hit your exposed area. "...and satisfy me as well." Levi said, working on taking his boxers off.

Your eyes grew wide on seeing how huge he was. You now understood how good hange must be feeling when he's inside her. It was crystal clear. "Be a good pet and open your mouth." Levi stroked himself, coming closer to you. "I've never done this before..." you finally spoke, jaw unhinged to take him in your mouth, "but I'll try my best." Both Levi and Hange exchanged glances, giving a soft nod. Hange brought her hand close to your hole, rubbing small, gentle circles before pushing her finger in slowly, staying for a second for you to adjust as a loud whine escaped your throat. "So wet.. did we get you like this, sweetheart?.." She slowly pumped her finger in and out as levi ran his hand through your hair. "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable and I'll stop. Don't hesitate." You nodded at the assurance, kissing his tip and sucking on it. You took a deep breath and opened your mouth, indicating levi to push in. He pushed himself in as much as he could, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Levi groaned when you hollowed your cheeks, starting to suck. At that moment, Hange started to pick up her pace up and pump her finger faster, pushing in another one. She came closer as you were busy pleasuring Levi, attaching her lips to yours bundle of nerves to suck gently while still fingering. The sudden pleasure made you jolt up, moaning against Levi's manhood- sending vibrations up it, making him grunt and tremble. "Sh- shit.. you're so good at this-" he sighed, grabbing your hair to thrust into you- now seriously starting to fuck your throat. You gurgle, shutting your eyes to focus on breathing through your nose; sucking and slurping greedily. Levi was in incomparable pleasure, your warm mouth serving him almost the same way as Hange's did- making him see stars. His precum leaked out, the taste spilling out on your tongue that was swirling around his cock. God, he tasted so incredible.

On the other hand, Hange had retracted her fingers and was now rubbing you, applying more pressure and going faster, tongue lapping greedily at your core. You cried out against Levi's member, legs thrashing and squirming, trembling when the pleasure overcame you fast- too much to handle or control; making you arch your back and tremble against hange's touch- hole clamping around nothing as you shot your release onto her fingers, moaning. A stream of drool leaked from the corner of your reddened, swollen lips as Levi pulled out of your mouth, strings of the drool connecting you to levi still. You panted, still dizzy from being throat fucked. He was throbbed and twitching, tip angry red and dripping with precum- but he hadn't released.

He got off you after gently wiping your mouth. "You did so well, pet." He sighed, brushing your hair away from your face. You sighed happily, smiling with satisfaction. "Mmm", Hange hummed, sucking on her fingers covered with your slick. "Tastes so good." She dragged her fingers up your slit again, raising it up for  levi to lap it up too. "Hm, not bad." Levi agreed- yes, that was his way of agreement. "You're not too tired eh, brat?" Levi asked as hange lay down beside you, spreading her legs. Levi rubbed her slit a little, taking note of how aroused she was. It earned a low moan from her. "You still have to pleasure your superiors." You nodded and sat up, but Levi stopped you. "Wait. You liked watching all this time, right?" "Huh?" Hange and you blurted out at the same time, confused. You both were expecting something else, but Levi had something different in mind. He stroked himself a few times, pushing hange's legs apart.

"So then, watch." Hange's eyes widened, "Levi- wait-" but she couldn't finish- a loud moan flew past her lips when levi slammed right inside her, starting to pound into her hard and fast immediately. "Tsk- hah..- so fucking tight as always-" he hissed, throwing her legs over his shoulders to gain better access and grab her hips. Hange could only moan and whine his name so loudly, bouncing from the impact of his thrusts- writhing, squirming, throwing her head back from being so incredibly stuffed and full of him. She grabbed his shoulders, running her hands up and down him back as her back arched, Levi leaning down to suck on her chest. "Oh god- ah! Levi! Fuck ngh-" She gasped, tongue lolling out of her mouth slightly as her noises grew louder than the noise of their bodies clapping against each other with every thrust. "Tch- q- quiet down-... you're- going to let the whole hq know-" he panted, pushing two fingers into her mouth. Drool dripped down her chin as she got silenced, yet didn't stop screaming his name and moaning against his fingers, almost gagging.

Levi could feel her tightening around his manhood, indicating she was close. He pulled his fingers away, starting to rub her clit harshly fast. "Don't release yet- hold it in-" he commanded.

You were just frozen in your place, staring at them fuck each other stupid. You brought your hand down, feeling the need to touch yourself. "Oi! Hands off- no touching yourself!" Levi's voice thundered, making you pull your hand off. "No releasing till I say-" he gasped, pounding into her as hard as he could, "s- scream for me you slut-" Hange started trembling, screaming his name and squirming so much, the degrading turning her on even more- so much, Levi had to hold her down and still. "Cruel, he's so cruel-" hange thought, but god- she enjoyed it so much. Her breaths were labouring as she heaved, eyes rolling back as she could no more form meaningful words- just moaning and whining as levi fucked her so hard she forgot who she was, mind going blank and stupid.

Levi stopped after a few  more thrusts, not letting hange or himself finish. "Come here brat- hurry-" Levi moved aside for you to get between the other two. "O- okay-" you scurried between them, looking over your shoulder at levi, "what do I-" you gasped as he pushed your head down between hange's legs, pulling you hips up and rubbing your slit. "Go ahead- pleasure your section commander..-" he pushed his fingers inside your core, even though hange had already stretched and prepared you. You realized what was about to happen, so you decided to immediately obey. You rubbed hange hesitantly which made her jolt up- she was so sensitive and swollen from Levi's doings. You stuck your tongue out, pushing it in her core and tasting her. "So fucking delicious-" you mumbled, lapping greedily immediately. Hange thrashed about- it felt as if her core was on fire, becoming only a whining and moaning mess. Levi aligned himself to you from behind, gripping your ass as he pushed inside carefully and slowly- keeping in mind that it was your first time. He groaned so loud when he bottomed out inside you- and you moaned out loudly against hange too. He waited for a while for you to adjust; then slowly, very gently started working himself in and out of you. You were even tighter than hange, it was making it so hard for him to not go insane. He started picking up pace once he made sure you had gotten used to the feeling, soon beginning to recklessly fuck you. His every thrust pushed your more towards hange, your tongue finding its way deeper into her. You moaned, whined against hange, who seemed only half conscious now- she was so lost in that overflowing pleasure from Levi and now you.

Greedy sucking noises, skins slapping, moaning, grunting- even Levi was losing himself. He smacked your ass hard as you winced from pleasure, mind going blank as you clamped down around Levi, screaming his name as your release crashed through your insides, reaching climax. Levi groaned loudly, a last thrust making him throw his head back and spurt his release inside you. You cried out, arching your back and trembling. A loud moan erupted from Hange's throat too as her back arched off the bed, her slick juices spilling out on your tongue.

The next few moments were spent in silence as the three of you panted, catching your breath. Levi slowly pulled out of you, laying down next to you. Hange turned to a side and pulled you into her arms and cuddling you into herself. You blushed slightly, snuggling in. Levi stroked your hair from the other side, then stroked hange's too. "You both did amazing." He whispered softly, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. You smiled and closed your eyes, happy and satisfied- like you were never before. In the arms of the two people you loved with all your heart and soul- the three of you fell into a deep, sound sleep.

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° yeah um.. uh... what do I even say um- I wrote this because I'm whipped and their slave yeah. Thanks for reading lol 😭

[anathegoblin]

The one to lead us

A titan hange fanfic

Summary: basically chapter 137- 138(?) But altered to make hange come back. Heavy heavy heavy manga spoilers. Hope you guys like it, enjoy :)

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Levi tried to take a breath, but coughed up blood instead. Now his ankle was broken, but atleast Connie was safe.

Safe from dying immediately.

The situation was worsening so fast.

Titans swarming left and right, mikasa going berserk, reiner almost dying, armin getting kidnapped, Pieck getting stabbed-

Levi's vision started blurring out, head drooping. His injuries from the explosion in the forest hadn't yet healed, and he couldn't fight properly. He nearly passed out when Connie's loud scream jerked him back into consciousness.

"CAPTAIN!! BEHIND YOU- WATCH OUT!"

It was too late.

By the time Levi turned out and grabbed his blade- he was halfway inside the titan's mouth that jumped right at him.

This was the end.

Or so he thought.

Something grabbed the titan and pulled it away from Levi, ripping its nape off in one sharp bite and let out a loud roar.

A wolf?

"Is that..." Jean's eyes widened on seeing the creature go feral, killing every titan in harsh and fast swipes. It had dark fur, horrifying pointed teeth that stretched across its snout dangerously. Pointed ears and sharp claws with swift movements, it was annihilating like it had lost its mind.

"The beast titan?!!"

"Who the fuck inherited it?!!"

The beast looked ferocious, and dangerous. Insane.

Just killing more and more and more.

Its long tongue lolled out every time it roared.

It really did look insane,

But it hadn't touched Levi at all.

Neither let any titan touch him.

Levi could only watch as the beast massacred titans as fast as lightning.

Almost as if it was protecting him.

Doing it all for his sake.

"Who the.." Connie mumbled to himself, an utter confusion of emotions in his brain.

"Wait- look closely!!" Jean yelled out.

"Its got an extra pair of eyes!!"

"Could it be.."

The titan let out a loud roar after stomping and crushing out another six titans.

"Commander hange?!"

"So you are..."

"Hange Zoe."

"Yeah, what you said." Zeke continued building his little sand castle, not looking up. She and armin stood beside each other. The sky was filled with starts and the beautiful illumination of the co ordinates.

"Stop the rumbling. That's enough killing."

Hange said. "I can't. Eren betrayed me. Now I'm stuck here."  Zeke replied helplessly, "I can't do anything about it. I never accepted to genocide. Believe me."

"But this has to stop!! It isn't right!!" Armin screamed. "Look, eren's friend. For as long as eren is in charge, I cannot do anything."

"Then what do we need to do to stop it?!"

"Kill him."

Hange's eyes grew wide on zeke's answer.

"You need to kill him."

"For as long as eren is alive, the rumbling won't stop. He can control everything because he has founder ymir by his side. The least I can do on my behalf...

Is hand my powers over." Zeke stood up.

" Commander Hange." He looked at her. "I wish to bestow the abilities to you."

Hange stayed quiet.

"If I do so, my royal blood will no longer be useful for eren. And the powers will not go waste either. You and eren's friend-"

"Armin-"

"Yeah whatever that is- you both will return to the normal world. Go back and stop the war. Stop eren. I believe in both of you... you are the brains of humanity. I'm sure you can strategize and stop this.

Do you agree to it, Commander?"

Hange took a deep breath.

"Yes, I agree to it.

Lend me your strength.

I will inherit the beast...

And I will stop eren.

I will stop this war."

"Very well so." Zeke shook hands with her, and looked at armin. "Good luck to both of you."

"Also- sorry to have almost killed your boyfriend."

"Wha-? He isn't my boyfriend- but I'm not quite going to forgive you."

"It's fine with me."

"Just go out there and stop eren. I'd be more at peace if that happens rather than your forgiveness. "

"Let's go, hange san."

The titan made sure that other titans were at bay as it gently picked up Levi in its paws.

So gentle, almost as if it immediately forgot that it had killed so many titans with so much rage.

Levi groaned as he lay motionless on its paws, trying to tilt his head and look at the titan, vision blackening out every few seconds.

He managed to catch a glimpse of concern in its eyes.

Even the extra pair of eyes.

"Four eyes..-" he whispered hoarsely and absentmindedly, letting his eyes close and exhaustion take over. Inside the flesh on the nape, hange sighed to herself softly. If it was for to make sure that the war will be stopped and levi will be safe, she would come back a hundred times over.

The titan now looked up and pointed at the sky. Everyone followed the direction.

A huge bird flew across the sky, swooping down to come and get them.

Gabi, Annie, and falco.

Hange broke free from the titan's nape, dark red titan marks running down from under her eyes. Steam was emitting from her left eye.

"Hurry!!" Her voice boomed loudly, addressing everyone. With so much hope and sense of leadership, all over again.

"Get onto the titan!! We have a plan to stop this rumbling!! For now- get on!"

Falco swooped down and everyone got onto him quickly. Hange jumped down, taking Levi with herself and got on too as falco flew them away from the founding titan. Levi was half conscious, blood smeared on his chin which hange gently wiped off with her thumb. He turned his head to look at her. "Four eyes..-? What is going on... am I hallucinating..? Are you seriously here..?"

"I'm really here, Levi." She held his hand assuringly.

"Does that mean- Zeke...-"

"Dead, yes. I inherited the beast. Try not to kill me, please. " She chuckled, and he just grumbled. But now- he was filled with hope.

Hange was back.

That was all he truly needed.

"I can't... how-?.." Jean stuttered.

"Doesn't matter a lot. Zeke negotiated with armin and m-"

"Is armin alright?!" Mikasa's voice interrupted.

"He's fine. No need to worry." Hange replied. "We can stop the rumbling now. We're a team, right? We're the fuckin' survey corps. We can do this." She smiled. "The Royal blood is no longer useful. We've made a plan to stop this... let's work together."

"Yeah!! Let's stop the rumbling!!" Jean boomed, and Connie followed. All of them were filled with hope and aspiration.

Their hange was back.

They can do this.

Nothing could stop them now.

Especially when Hange was at lead.

"Hange.." Levi called hoarsely; and she looked at him. "I'm sorry.. to let go of you.. I'm an asshole.. I can't believe I let go of you so easily... I'm- sorry..."

Hange only smiled, and held him close to herself- supporting him or so she claimed, but she only wanted to assure him and hold him close.

"Don't worry about it.. it's the past now. I'm here with you, that's all that matters. And I'm never leaving again." Levi nodded, leaning into her and letting himself thank heavens that this miracle had to happen and bring her back. Hange looked across the horizon, ready to explain the plan to everyone.

"We're going to stop this war... we'll put an end to it."

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*screams and throws a chair across the room* TITAN HANGE??? YALL REMEMBER THE BEAST TITAN HANGE THEORY? WTF IT'S 1 30 AM SEND HELP I MISS MY BBY SM

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