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ragnarokhound · 6 months

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AND AND AND a vampire letting himself get bitten is I know you do not feed like me, but I would be that for you if you needed it. I know how it feels to be on the other side and I’m giving it to you oughhh AND THE MUZZLE???! Who is it protecting, really? Tim from getting ravaged or Jason’s conscience? Is it ensuring that he doesn’t hurt anyone or that he doesn’t touch anyone but Tim? Getting to the point where Jason is so deep he can’t pretend he doesn’t want to. That’s when the muzzle can come off -🐺🦇

"I know you do not feed like me, but I would be that for you if you needed it. I know how it feels to be on the other side and I’m giving it to you" - *softly sobbing into my pillow over this T_T OTL

"Is it ensuring that he doesn’t hurt anyone or that he doesn’t touch anyone but Tim?" - AND I'M UTTERLY RABID ABOUT *THIS* to the point that uh. I put off responding to you because I had to write this:

“I still don’t think we need it,” Tim complains, turning the key in the lock. It clicks shut with a small snik.

Jason doesn’t budge an inch.

“Sorry, princess,” he says, his breath puffing warm past the cool metal bars against Tim’s neck. “Them’s the breaks. We agreed: if you don't bite, then neither do I.”

Tim feels his face heat. He huffs, settling back on Jason’s thighs and leaning back into the arm Jason has around his waist. He presses the key into Jason’s chest for him to take.

The muzzle is big on him, a loose cage of steel and leather; reinforced in certain places with silver. When the transformation takes him, he’ll grow to fit it— which, by the way, was not an easy measurement to get.

“That’s not strictly true,” he says, thinking about how he’d been forced to wrestle Jason down to the ground to wrap the measuring tape around his big furry head. He’d needed to use teeth to do it.

They’d both been bloody and sweaty by the end of it, and Tim was finding fur in places he didn’t want to dwell on for the next month. But at least it meant the wolf was in a playful mood for the rest of the night, and not a murderous one. Some nights it took longer than others to make that transition.

Jason raises an eyebrow. He puts a heavy palm over the key, trapping Tim’s hand against his heart.

“Oh? Please, enlighten me.”

Tim scowls, and he knows he must be practically scarlet from the lazy smirk sharpening Jason’s mouth, the smug glint in his eye. He loves to see Tim turn red.

“Quit it,” Tim scolds. “You know what always ends up happening. We go out, and then you get fussy, and what else am I supposed to do? You always goad me into biting you.”

It’s true, too. Tim thought Jason was bad enough outside the full moon, but that’s nothing compared to the unleashed desires of the wolf. Jason continues to look smug, and Tim narrows his eyes.

“Every. Single. Time,” Tim can’t help but tease, sinking the fingers of his other hand into the scruff at Jason’s nape and watching his eyelids flutter. “You can’t help yourself. You need it.”

Jason growls low in his throat, hand flexing over Tim’s. The moon hasn’t risen yet, but Tim swears his teeth have gone sharp.

“Shall we reevaluate, then?” Jason asks, voice low. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “How about this. The muzzle stays on—”

Jason pushes Tim’s hand to his own chest, then slides his hand with slow intent to flutter at Tim’s hips, digging into the meat of his thigh and pulling him flush to Jason’s core. Tim watches his lips move, hypnotized, “—until you take it off.”

Tim wraps his fist around the metal, feeling the weight of it in his palm and all it implies— and meets Jason’s dark gaze with his own.

#OwO #woof woof bark bark awooga #SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU HANGING ANON BUT I HAD TO DO IT TO EM #🐺🦇anon #my writing #jaytim #i'm NOT WELL ABOUT THIS VERSE #this is going to lead into Actual nasty monsterfucking werewolf sex but not until I'm done with my other fics OTL #i CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS #the wip mountain is fucking insurmountable #🐺🦇#asked and answered

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lunarspew · 19 days

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Hiii hello bites you bites you bites you. What are your personal headcanons on spamton?

OUGHHH is bitten is bitten is bitten

they change up so often I see someone's cool headcanon and i just incorporate that into my world view - yoink

UH OK (this got a little long sorry) but here's some of em

Puttin' it under Cut Lol

He was always kinda an asshole! - It was more endearing when he was younger/an Addison but he's always had a big head. Posturing to hide insecurity, fake it till you make it kinda deal. And then he just never stopped.

Like imagine ur lil buddy who always says he's hot shit (but needs u to pay for his drinks and still gets carded cus hes short) suddenly had unlimited money and no one to check his ego. Thus Spamton was born.

Underbite! - I've seen this a lot recently, I feel like but! I love the idea of him having an underbite. Like it was more subtle as an Addison and being Puppetfied just exaggerated a looot of stuff he didn't like about himself.

[Pardon our Interruption]'s have always been a thing - as a Spam Email Addison he had to find certain workarounds to ad blockers and spam blockers. The brackets were supposed to be a Feature that he could use at will, but they kind of never gave him an off button.

The Voice would help him turn [interruptions] into the right words/full fledged ads, when not inflating his clicks. The more scrambled and Puppitfied he got, the worse the [brackets] got as well.

They get worse when he's more upset.

I kinda see them as word association, if that makes sense? He's trying hard to say what he Actually Means but he's so scrambled that he's just got to go for 'good enough/close enough'. I actually find his way of speaking really hard to imitate 1:1 to how he is in-game so . This is how i do it lol.

Cat affinity - he will lie up and down that he hates cats that he does not like pets does not want a pet but he has fed alley Tasques since he was an Addison, even during his Big Shot days, and there are a few around the Trash Zone that are sort of buddies with him.

He was supposed to be a Red Addison - This i flip-flop on a lot. Sometimes i HC him as a plain white addison (cus email) and sometimes i HC that he is defective. I also think it would be funny if he was supposed to be red and because that's a close color to Pink that's why he and Pink Addison don't get along lmao.

Stimming - He clicks his teeth (bad. dont do that, bad for your teeth) and hums and whistles a lot when alone. The teeth clacking can be kind of disturbing if you round a corner and see some guy in an alley unhinging and rehinging his jaw to get Big Noises.

Free time - he uh. he doesn't do a lot, when business is slow/hes too tired or weak to try and sell his junk. He mostly sits in his shop and daydreams or relives old memories from being a bigshot.

Horrible posture - guy has. oh god this guy. his back. oh god. someone put him in a panini press cus he needs that shit fixed. downside of being able to sleep anywhere is what it does to your damn spine.

Puppitfication - This one is one of my favorites. I don't have strong feelings about Acid Bath theory, for me it's kinda meh. I think he's always been short/compact, and I think turning into a puppet took a looong time, was painful, and he ignored it. The more he prayed the worse he got. Think like, peeling skin/Addison fur off. Teeth getting too big/not being able to drop the smile. Losing control of your limbs and voice, suddenly seeing the [strings] and looking up to see the [cross you bare].

He has lips! - Sorta. I have him operating on cartoon logic. If he needs lips for the situation/it would be funny, it happens. My in-universe excuse for it is just magic - monster's are made of magic and the lips just Happen when he needs them. Usually it's a big emotion (big comical frown) or something he has to do on purpose.

Ball Jointed Doll - pretty common. BJD body, save for stomach which I think is a canvasy/maybe rubbery texture.

He is fat - he is old he is fat he has a gut I will not back down on this.

Greying hair - he got his hair dyed during BS era and now he keeps it black any way he can. Motor oil. Grease.

He stinks - dude smells like ass. Dude smells like hot garbage and bad body spray. you drop him in a lake and it turns grey and all the fish float up with little x's on their eyes.

Heart on a Spring - this one I'm not too solid on. I think all Addisons have spring loaded hearts! I can never decide if [Heartonachain] happens because of Neo or if it's pre-corrupted/already corrupted/like that. But he has a little compartment on his chest that can open and his heart (Soul) can pop out. It has a mind of it's own/it's his Soul so it kinda just does what it (he) wants. Has a lil face on it cus thatss cute.

All Addisons have this (face, acting on its own) - it's the last physical barrier around their actual Soul other than their body.

I hc darkners are a lot more... physical than Light World Monsters. A combo of being representations of actual objects.. Idk if they Dust or not. I feel like they leave empty shells behind...

Mike was just some guy - just some guy. Probably like, one of the producers he worked with for photo shoots and commercials. Friends with Spam, but not a Big Bad. I think Tenna's the Big Bad/next secret boss.

Wants to be [Heaven's] realest boy - while he idealizes Lightners as Angels and all, he still thinks he's better than them. This guy is made up of contradictions! He worships [angels] but as we have seen will not hesitate to try to kill one if it means HE gets to go to [Heaven]. He deserves it after all! [let him in] [let him in] [let him in] [let him in]

Also - I think he wouldn't stop once he got to the Light world. Whether he wants to go to the Real World or not is up to interpretation, but he would probably keep seeking More More More when it turns out the Lightworld's just like, another Place. Bigger. Realer.With a lot more Freedom, but it's still just... Life.

I don't think he really knows what he wants what heaven really is. He just wants to be happy and free. [Freedom] is p a pretty nebulous goal./want. I think he'd have to come to terms eventually with the fact that nothing's ever gonna be paradise. He's still gonna have the boring parts of life to deal with.

Trans - idc which way. Masc fem nonbinary no gender left beef this puppet can fit SO much trans into him. He lost his gender during the [ascension].

also getting Neo body for him is sort of gender euphoria for him I think. At last he's Big, he's (he thinks for a second) finally got a body that lets him be Free. One he has control over. man. Toby why did you make the awful puppet a trans allegory.

I have a million more but i cant think of them atm/write them clearly and this is long enough lmao <3

#i have lots of hcs i cannot share cus they would spoil shit for TA #dying tto talk about it frothing at the mouth biting the bars of my encosure augh #bleedingbonemarrow #ask #txt #headcanons #spamton #THIS GOT LONG SORRY UTBUT THANK U FOR THE ASK AUGH

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flovverworks · 1 month

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hold on im rereading (skimming thro) owens affection story and the way cain first went 'whats up do u wanna grab a meal?' and then akira (who has been watching) approaches owen like 'hello how have u been do u want to eat together..' LOOOOOLLL

also i know this gets brought up early pt2 alrdy when akira speaks to vincent, but akira calling all of the wizards by name (and heathcliff heath etc) but using miss for canary. lord. also the way akira starts thinking everyones handsome nonstop and brings in a billion 'this person is so pretty' adjectives in every other sentence LIKE U RLY DONT HAVE TOOOOOO <-person who thinks its hilarious. i sometimes go 'please understand' when i have akira think someones handsome Once. i need to upgrade it to ten times

Akira: I’m taking notes on everyone here in case I suddenly have to return to my world. That includes you too, Owen.... Could you tell me more about yourself? Owen: I was killed by you. Akira: Eh...!? Owen’s delicate lips twist at my exclamation. Owen: What would you do if that was the case? What if your memories from your other world were all false? What if you were a criminal in this world? Alternatively, what if your lover was someone you happened to hate? What if I was your lover?

completely normal conversation. but also owen who only seems pleased if akiras annoyed when owen says he hates them,,

Owen: What are you trying to accomplish? Owen’s irritation catches on to me, and I begin to feel irritated and sad. Akira: Then fine. I don’t care anymore. If you’re not going to talk about yourself, I’ll never understand you. And next time Mithra is about to find out about your injury, I won’t know what to do, so. I’ll leave you alone. Bye.

THIS IS THE PART IM OBSESSED WITHHHHHHHH GUY WHOS BEEN TRYING NONSTOP TO BEFRIEND SOMEONE LETS THE BAD MOOD AFFECT THEM the second part wording is ssooooo bad too LOLLLL theyre so annoyed i love it sm. but also this being the time when owen accepts talking to them,,,despite also being rly annoyed,,

but also akira like Just having owen agree to their request, immediately saying 'ya i thought ur room would be strange' and trying his bed is so funny. 'i finally realize why i cant bring myself to hate owen' oughhh but also both akira & owen sitting there confused while owens trying to talk abuot himself LOL i like them so much. i think theyre rly neat

reading mithras too, and the way oz is like 'why would i do that' but then akira asks and hes like '...i guess since the sage is asking..' LOOOL

Akira: Ah... Mithra, it looks like you have a visitor. Mithra: You get the door. You’re capable of that much, right? Akira: (He’s just non-stop snark right now....) Ye~s, who is it?

this fkng interaction skull emoji (laughed) 'mithra u should say thank u too' like a mother....

anyway the way mithra talks about tiretta,,,,,,'only just said goodbye to her 10 or so years ago' T_^ (also thinks its funny/endearing how he says the twins said she was like his mother while mithra says she was more of a master/comrade/little sister<-especially the last one makes me laugh. i lov tiretta

My lips curve upwards, and I can’t help but stroke Mithra’s hair. Mithra doesn’t resist. Akira: I can sort of understand why people want to pat you on the head, Mithra. Mithra: Okay..... Is that so. Akira: It’s like when you’re next to a wild beast that you usually don’t see around. It makes you want to touch him while you can..... Mithra: You’re treating me like a rare animal...... Mithra rolls onto his other side. In the next moment, Mithra leaps up, pins me down, and bites my shoulder. Akira: Gya....ah! Mithra: Ahaha. I scream, and Mithra laughs. Apparently he only pretended to bite me. But I had prepared myself for death, so my heart won’t stop pounding. Akira: (What the heck goes on in his mind..... Was he playing around with me because I called him a beast? I thought I was going to die.....)

THIS PAAAARRTTTTTTT IM ALSO OBSEESED WITH 'i had prepared myself for death' JKADBKAD I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME. guy who doesnt act like both owen & mithra could easily kill them

also what da hell was the next part about. when akira can wish that mithra wouldnt do things thatd make ppl misunderstand & dislike him. also oz giving tips to akira on how to make mithra sleep but its just ways to make kids sleep,,,,,the dad,,,

#stardust speaking !#i need to reread more of these. cuz i rmbrd arthurs and his 'yes sometimes i edit books because theyre wrong about oz:]'#and akira sitting there like. person who has heard multiple ppl say oz went for world domination w/ figaro trying to find a way to tell his #son that his gentle sweet dad kind of Did do that actually #LIKE I RMBR READING IT AND BOTH ME AND AKIRA GOING O_O LIKE WHAT A THING TO THROW ON THE READER #also i forgot owen even brings up that 'what if' scenario. theres surely more ive forgotten in these #god akira getting annoyed with owen is truly everything to me 'ok whatever i wont help u next time since i wont know what to do bye'#MY GUUUYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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tickly-trashcan · 3 years

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Palm Readings {Eruri}

A/N: oughhh i love Levi so much but its so hard to keep him in character omfggg. He slipped out of character several times in this fic im really sorry about that, and i was genuinely looking up online whether or not he SWEARS because im ridiculous(ly in love with him) but i still hope this turned out okay orz. anyways this note got a little bit long, sorry about that, but i still hope you enjoy this one!

Summary: After Eren and his friends decided to mess with Levi’s equipment, he’s in a pretty bad mood. He decides to see Erwin so that he might be able to help out, but Erwin has something he wants to try first.

Word Count: 1.9k (under the cut)

Levi grumbled as he walked down the hallway towards Erwin’s office. He was getting seriously pissed off at that Eren kid and his friends.

They apparently thought it would be funny to sneak into the Scouts armory and gunk up Levi’s gear. Luckily, he wasn’t on duty and didn’t need to use it, but he had spent the last two hours cleaning it up, hearing chuckles from the brats just outside of the armory door.

He sighed, looking down at his hands. They were still a little dirty from the gunk, he hated being dirty. He didn’t want to wipe it on his usually pristine uniform either, though, so he opted to just wait to wash his hands in hopes of it coming off.

“Yoohoo! Levi!” A voice called, and Levi looked up from his grubby hands to see Hange running towards him. He groaned in annoyance; what could they possibly want now?

“Levi! I just found this awesome book! I gave it to Commander Erwin, you should go see him and ask about it!” They exclaimed excitedly, and Levi nodded, grimacing.

“I’m sure it’s great, Hange. I was on my way there just now anyway, I’ll… make sure to ask.”

Hange whooped and nodded, quickly walking off as they were probably off to conduct more of their weird experiments with Eren.

“If you’re gonna see Eren, punch him for me,” Levi called, and Hange gave him a thumbs up as they skipped off. Levi rolled his eyes. If he didn’t see Eren with a black eye next time he saw him, he’d definitely hand it to Hange.

He finally arrived at Erwin’s office, knocking on the door and waiting for permission to enter. Erwin called out that he could, and Levi slowly opened the door, nodding his head politely at Erwin before shutting the door behind him. He glanced over at the thick-browed man, noticing that he was nose-deep in a rather thick book. Levi clicked his tongue in mild annoyance. It was probably that book that Hange was telling him about.

“Good afternoon, Commander Erwin,” Levi said, walking over to his desk and standing in front of it. Erwin looked up at him with a small smile on his face. He pushed out his chair and set the book down, walking over to Levi and holding his hand.

“I already told you, you don’t have to call me Commander when it’s just the two of us,” He said with a soft smile, pulling Levi’s hand up to his lips as he gave it a gentle kiss. Levi remained poker-faced, though his heart rate had a hiccup of excitement as Erwin kissed his hand.

Erwin looked down at Levi, noticing the sour look on his face and quirked an eyebrow.

“Is something the matter, Levi?”

Levi opened his mouth to speak, about to complain about the brats to the captain when something… stopped him. Perhaps it was embarrassment over seeming petty, perhaps it was not wanting to seem annoyed in front of his partner, but either way, Levi closed his lips and shook his head.

“It’s nothing,” He stated flatly, and Erwin frowned.

“It certainly doesn’t seem like nothing,” He said, and he let go of Levi’s hand, noticing a bit of dirt on his own when he pulled away.

“Why are your hands so dirty, Levi?”

Levi felt his face warm in embarrassment. He was known for his neatness, especially with the Commander, and he felt himself humiliated at the fact that his hands were still dirty.

“It’s nothing,” He said again, and Erwin sighed loudly.

“I see we’re going to play that game… come, take a seat,” He said, gesturing to the couch. Levi did so, taking it as an order as Erwin sat down next to him, reaching for his hand again as he pulled out a handkerchief.

“You’ll get it dirty-” Levi protested, starting to pull his hand back, but Erwin held firmly onto his wrist, shaking his head.

“I’ll just wash it later, here.”

Erwin gently wiped off Levi’s palms, so gently that the light sensations caused tingles to erupt from his hand, sending little waves on Levi’s nerves. He bit his lip, hiding a small chuckle that threatened to break through as Erwin finished wiping his hand off.

“Thank you,” Levi muttered, and Erwin nodded, tucking his handkerchief back into his pocket, still holding onto Levi’s wrist. Levi tried to pull away but Erwin wouldn’t let go. He sighed, looking up at the taller man.

“Can I have my hand back?”

“Hm… not quite yet. Hange lent me this rather interesting book, and I want to try out what I’ve learned from it. Have you ever had your palm read?”

Levi looked at Erwin and shook his head, Erwin humming as he brought his finger to Levi’s palm. Levi didn’t pull his hand away as Erwin gently tapped his finger against his palm.

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all, Commander.”

Erwin rolled his eyes, tracing his finger along one of the lines on Levi’s palm. “I already told you not to call me that.”

Levi bit his lip as Erwin lightly traced his palm, focusing on it intently before striking up conversation with Levi.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re upset?”

Levi shook his head when Erwin glanced up at him, the blonde sighing as he continued tracing Levi’s palm. Levi choked on a giggle as Erwin looked at him, a small smile on his face as he continued.

“You know you can talk to me about anything.”

Levi shook his head again, a small whimper escaping his lips as Erwin traced over the heel of his palm, a grin growing on Erwin’s face.

“Why do you not want to talk about it, Levi?”

“I-I’m humanity’s strongest soldier I - I don’t get annoyed by petty things,” He said, and Erwin raised an eyebrow, stopping his hand.

“So you’re not upset, but you’re annoyed?”

Levi turned his head away from Erwin, gasping softly when he resumed tracing his palm.

“Are - Are you done yet?” Levi stuttered, trying to contain himself as Erwin hummed.

“Almost.”

He traced one final line on Levi’s hand and let go of him, reaching for his other hand, which Levi pulled away.

“I thought you were done,” He said, and Erwin shook his head, a small hint of a grin on his face as he reached for Levi’s wrist again. Levi pulled away again and held his hand above his head away from Erwin, who frowned and crossed his arms.

“Surely you can figure out whatever my future or whatever is from one palm?” Levi said, an arrogant tone in his voice as he kept his hand far away from Erwin. “Or is the great Commander still a novice in palm reading?”

Erwin looked at Levi, a small grin on his face. He leaned forward, uncrossing his arms as Levi leaned back, a confused look on his face.

“You know, Levi,” Erwin started, cupping Levi’s cheek. “You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish.”

Levi’s eyes widened, but before he could so much as run away, Erwin had already dug his hands under Levi’s arms. Levi’s arms snapped down and he lurched forward, Erwin pinning Levi down easily as Levi gasped sharply, shaking back and forth as he held back his laughter.

“Where’s that laugh, Levi?” Erwin teased, scribbling his fingers in the sensitive hollows as Levi arched his back, huffing as he felt his chest well up with stored laughter. Erwin traveled down to Levi’s ribs, kneading his ribcage as he gasped, biting his lip as a few giggles managed to escape.

“S-Stop,” Was all Levi managed to speak out, and Erwin hummed.

“I’ll stop when you tell me what’s annoying you,” Erwin said plainly, and Levi shook his head. He wasn’t as annoyed anymore, especially after spending a bit of time with Erwin, and he felt embarrassed being annoyed over something so petty.

“I-I can’t tell yoHOhohou! No!” Levi laughed, breaking when Erwin experimentally grabbed his hip, giving it a quick squeeze. Levi spasmed underneath Erwin, squirming harder than before as giggles poured from his lips. Erwin grinned amusedly.

“There’s that laugh,” Erwin said softly, Levi’s laughter echoing through his office as he continued to pinch gently at his hips, the soft touches driving Levi mad. Levi threw his head back, messing up his normally perfect hair as he shook.

“Erwin! Stahahahap!” Levi snickered, covering his mouth with one hand as he tried to pry off Erwin’s hands with the other. Erwin hummed, continuing to knead Levi’s rather sensitive hips as Levi threw his head back, writhing in ticklish agony.

Erwin leaned down as Levi’s head was thrown back, pressing his lips against Levi’s neck as he continued to cackle, shoving at Erwin’s head now with his hand as Erwin peppered his neck with ticklish kisses, driving Levi up the wall.

“Get ohohohohoff! Y-You stuhuhuhupid - GAHahaa!” Levi yelled suddenly when Erwin dug his thumb into his hipbone, wiggling it around as Levi kicked his legs frantically, his laughter doubling.

Erwin pulled away from Levi’s neck, who immediately scrunched up his shoulders to protect himself from further neck torture. Erwin chuckled, moving his hands down from Levi’s hips and tweaked his thighs. Levi gasped, kicking his leg up and almost hitting Erwin, who managed to catch his knee right before it hit him.

Erwin squeezed his thigh once more and Levi choked on a laugh, squirming. Erwin let go of Levi’s knee, using both hands now to knead his thighs as Levi struggled, frantic laughter pouring from his lips as his face grew pink, both from embarrassment and the sheer amount he was laughing. He hadn’t laughed like this since…

Levi was too overcome with his own frantic laughter to think of the last time he had laughed this hard. Even though Erwin had known he was ticklish he only ever pinched or poked him in passing, mostly to get him to smile or get his attention. He also minded to only do it when they were alone, knowing how Levi would’ve hated someone else knowing.

“Erwihihin! I’m seheherious!”

Erwin chuckled. “You don’t seem very serious.”

Levi was seriously going to kill Erwin after this. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take, his lungs already felt like they were about to burst from the amount of laughter escaping from his throat. Levi continued to laugh, finally deciding to swallow his pride and tell Erwin what was wrong.

“Okahahay! I-I’ll tell yohohohou! Now stahahap!”

Erwin immediately let up, hands still on Levi’s upper thighs as he panted beneath him, chest heaving up and down as he covered his eyes with his arm so he wouldn’t have to look at Erwin. Erwin waited patiently for Levi to recover, who eventually sat up and shoved Erwin off of him as the taller man chuckled.

“It’s those damn brats, they messed up my gear. I spent almost two hours cleaning it, and I could hear them laughing the whole time…” Levi confessed, and Erwin frowned. He knew how neat Levi could be, and how he wouldn’t let other people touch his gear because of this. Erwin sighed, reaching for Levi’s hand. He gently rubbed his thumb over the top of it, looking down at Levi who grumbled.

“I’ll make sure to take care of it, I’m sorry about that.”

“You don’t need to apologize, you didn’t do anything,” Levi said. Erwin chuckled.

“I did just tickle you until you fessed up, though,” Erwin said, rubbing the back of his neck in a slightly embarrassed way. Levi rolled his eyes and Erwin chuckled, standing up with Levi following him, dusting himself off.

“What say we go and take care of them together?”

“Permission to beat some sense into them?”

Erwin laughed and pat Levi’s back, shaking his head.

“Words first, Levi.”

Levi rolled his eyes again but nodded, walking out of the office with Erwin.

#eruri #erwin #levi #attack on titan #anon #tickle fic

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