#aot headcanons

[imsojuliaa]

Me when I’m crying over then end of Attack on Titan, but randomly remember the aot x sanrio collab

[kayakima]

How the 104th cadet corps babysits

(Plus bonus Pieck and Porco)

Eren: Comes about 10 minutes late but says the parents can take $10 off to make up for it. Gets the kids to watch Transformers while he talks to Mikasa on the phone for an hour and a half, but keeps the kids in the corner of his eye so they don’t run off. Orders buffalo ranch pizza. When the kids show him a TikTok of someone shotgunning a beer, he scolds them before showing them how to do it themselves with cans of soda and telling them to not tell anyone he did that. Charges $40 (originally $50).

Mikasa: Brings 3-4 balls of yarn and teaches the kids how to knit while she puts on Pride and Prejudice. One of the kids takes a ball of yarn and starts pretending they’re a cat so she goes along with it and they all start playing kitties and puppies. Somehow she manages to get all of the kids in bed right before the parents come home and lets them keep the “knitted scarves” they made as a little gift. Charges $150 but it’s worth it to have the kids tuckered out and nothing messed up.

Armin: Brings some books to read to the kids. They range from Dr. Seuss to the Great Illustrated Classics version of HG Wells’ The Time Machine. LOVES answering questions with questions because he wants the kids to learn critical thinking at a young age but doesn’t want to bore them. Plays baby sensory videos or How it’s Made to get the kids to fall asleep when they refuse to go to bed. Charges $60

Annie: Doesn’t jump at the idea of babysitting but agrees to when the parents offer $50 AND a gift card to Target (she just ran out of face wash). Only babysits older kids and sits on her phone most of the time, but still makes sure they get their homework done before they can do their thing. Gives “relationship advice” (“all boys are terrible. I’m just dating Armin because he was lucky enough to be an exception”). Yells at the kids to go to bed and they do because she’s scary when she yells.

Reiner: The kids are obsessed with how strong he is and beg him to power lift him like they’re dumbbells and he absolutely LIVES for it. Plays Assassins Creed and Mario Kart and helps the kids beat a tough level in Portal 2. Has a food fight with popcorn but after making sure they’re all in bed he goes down to vacuum it back up and make sure the basement is reasonably clean. Charges $60.

Bertoldt: Absolutely CRACKED at Fortnite and Call of Duty and will destroy opponents that underestimate him because of his score. Does bad karaoke of Michael Bolton love ballads so the kids can make fun of him. Shows them all sorts of cheesy 80’s music so they can surprise their parents with songs they listened to as kids/teenagers. Charges $100 because he brought his own karaoke machine.

Marco: HUGE Marvel fan and gets into a long-winded discussion about comics and the MCU vs DC with the kids. Does a whole Marathon of the Sam Raimi Spiderman trilogy (his favorites), then tells the kids all about the meaning of who Spiderman is and how the biggest appeal of the character is that “anyone can wear the mask and anyone can be an everyday hero just like Peter Parker and Miles Morales”. Tries to refuse pay but the parents insist on giving him $150 because the kids love him so much.

Historia: Brings a whole tea party set and raids the kids closets to do a princess and knights fashion show. Does nails (outside or in the garage so nail polish doesn’t get on the carpet) and tells the little girl(s) that they can be knights and the little boy(s) that they can be the princes to be saved if that’s what they want. Talks all about how Ymir is her knight in shining armor. Charges $100.

Ymir: Does not like kids. Does not want kids. Was tricked into babysitting but once she realized she was alone with them, she freaks out and called Historia to come over and help her. Steals a couple white claws from the fridge in the garage and hopes the parents don’t notice. When Historia finally comes, she lets her take over and sits on the couch scrolling on TikTok. Tells the parents the kids were good, takes $20, and never babysits again.

Sasha: Brought a kid-friendly cookbook and makes the kids a big fishbowl to drink out of while watching Ratatouille (it’s filled with sprite, blue Gatorade, and Swedish fish). She bakes cookies while they watch and secretly eats a ton of cookie dough before the kids even know there’s extra. Gets the kids to sing the clean-up song after dinner and basically tricks them into getting the kitchen in perfect order before the parents come home.

Connie: BY FAR the best babysitter for rowdy and stubborn kids. He has little siblings so he knows all the ins and outs of dealing with babies, toddlers, and preteens. Lets the kids do just enough stuff they’re “not allowed to do” so they feel like he’s the cool babysitter, but also flawlessly tricks them into doing their nighttime routine to a T in record time. Charges $200 for the night but it’s worth every penny to come home and they’re all in bed sound asleep, freshly bathed with their teeth brushed, and dinner finished with a spotless kitchen.

Jean: Brings a whole backpack full of cheap art supplies and construction paper for the kids to play with to stay occupied, but he gets carried away and starts “critiquing” their work in a posh accent as if he were an upscale art curator (it’s literally fingerpaint). Lets the kids ride on his back like a horse (duh) and pretends he’s a giant so they can attack him with toy swords. Absolutely LOVES when one of the kids has a crush on him and hides it poorly because he thinks it’s adorable. Charges $60 for the art supplies and gas, nothing for his time.

Pieck: THE cool big sister every kid wants. Crawls around on all fours and lets the kids ride on her back as well (obviously). Lets the kids swim in the pool at night and plays mermaids with them until the parents come home, then helps the parents get the kids to bed. Charges $75 for the night and offers to help for the kids’ class pool party (she just likes playing mermaids and wants free access to a pool)

Porco: 15 minutes late but it’s because he stopped at dollar general to get each kid’s favorite snack. Takes the kids to see the Minecraft movie (sneaking the snacks in) and then they spin donuts in the back of the parking lot in his clapped out BMW 335i. Gets Taco Bell with the kids afterwards on the way home and wrestles them into bed. Charges for the movie tickets but covers the Taco Bell on his own dime (he had a Visa gift card that Bert gave him months ago that he found under the drivers seat).

[abdy19]

Considering how much Zeke seems to care about his little brother, God knows how much I’d love to see what an interaction between 20-year-old Zeke and 10-year-old Eren would be like, or an alternate universe where they met at a younger age, or if Grisha had taken Zeke to Paradis with him. Like Zeke not realizing that Eren is a little devilish kid and thinking he’s adorable.

X: "...By the way, Zeke. What the hell is wrong with your brother? I swear that kid is so weird."

Zeke: "What? What are you talking about? Eren is just a little boy. He doesn’t have friends because he’s a bit shy 😇 "

Eren listening to the conversation from afar:

[maddy-has-a-thought]

<Headcanons for my Onyankopon>

this is only my second original post, and I couldn't wait to write about my baby Onyyyy

Ony is THE gentleman, he was raised right so he knows how to treat a lady. He's never disrespectful towards you or any other woman. Onyankopon is the type to definitely step in if he sees a woman being disrespected by another man.

Ony is very big on communication, he doesn't play that silent treatment shit that's actually one of his pet peeves. He understands that you don't want to speak to him at the moment, but he doesn't like not knowing why you don't want to speak to him.

Oh yeah, Ony doesn't do tantrums either mainly because when he's around there's never really a reason for you to be that upset, and he makes sure of it, but on the rare chance that you do throw a tantrum, he shuts that shit down immediately reminding you that you're grown and tells you to act like it.

Ony's main love languages are definitely words of affirmation and gift giving. He's constantly reminding you how beautiful, intelligent, and important you are, and constantly giving you gifts that you never even ask for but trust if you were to ask for something he'll buy it.

Verryyyyyy touchy feeling in the morning before he leaves for work

Hmmmmm what does Ony do for work? I think he's a mechanic but, he got an early start so by now he owns his very own company, and it's a well-known company its more known for its detailing though.

Yall know the TikTok comments where they be like, "I know it's somebody that don't play bout you"? Well, when you get those comments when/if you post on TikTok you can't help but agree because Ony definitely does NOT play about you.

Ony hasn't always been as calm and levelheaded as he is now, but nowadays he's as cool as a cucumber that is until it comes to you...... then it gets ugly really fast. Oh, and he puts hands on folks like real bad, he's fast with it too he doesn't do much talking he's straight to business

Ony trys his hardest not to get like that around you though, he never wants you to feel uncomfortable or unsafe in his presence, and if he does crash-out around you he always apologizes as soon as you guys are away from the situation.

Onyankopon's entire world revolves around you, his mood almost entirely depends on you sometimes, which kinda isn't healthy, but neither of you have ever been in love soooooooooooo

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

NSFW AoT boys x reader and how they would respond to trying “No Nut November”

no nut november

ft: eren, connie, levi, jean, erwin, porco, zeke, armin

cw: smut ? but it’s pretty tame- not really descriptive

18+ MDNI NSFW

eren thinks no nut november is stupid and a made up thing meant to make virgins feel better about themselves. he doesn’t care about participating it in it. especially when he has you. eren doesn’t make it past the first day of november without tearing your clothes off and finishing inside of you.

connie’s pretty into no not november- mainly because of destroy dick december. despite being a yearly player, he never makes it through the month successfully. what fails him this year is you in a pair of black leggings- he can’t help it. he begs you to let him fuck you and you give in, november claiming yet another loser.

when you brought the idea up to levi, he scoffed. he thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world and he won’t be partaking. he’s going to fuck you whenever and wherever if you’ll let him. he cuts the conversation short by pulling you onto his lap, mumbling something like “i’d fail over and over when it comes to you” into your ear.

jean insists that no nut november is easy, that you just have to have control. and he claims he does. he does pretty good for the first week, you’ll give him that. determined to make him fail, you start sleeping in just a small shirt and underwear. jean cant stand your teasing anymore and decides to fuck you raw after a particularly tough day, november claiming another victim.

erwin takes it a little too seriously. he’s never heard of it until you brought it up to him the other day. interested, he decides to partake in it. and he fucking exceeds, much to your dismay. but as soon as december strikes, he doesn’t waste a minute more. he rams into you for hours with an ungodly amount of stamina for someone who was just practicing abstinence.

zeke thinks it’s a fun idea, as long as you join him in it. thinking it’ll be easy, you agree. turns out you both spend the entirety of november teasing the fuck out of each other, each being too stubborn to lose. zeke makes it a week before he’s quite literally on his knees begging you to get him off.

armin would like to try it. he doesn’t make you participate. he just does it to see how strong-willed he is. but that doesn’t stop him from getting you off. not being able to cum means not being able to fuck you, and he can’t stand it. so he eats you and fingers you daily, making sure you’re getting off. he can’t keep his hands to himself.

porco’s too confident in his ability to make it through the month. it’s all fun and games until he wakes up in the middle of the night with a throbbing boner. not thinking, he gently wakes you up and you two wind up having sex. it’s not until you’re cuddling after does he realize that he’s just lost.

reiner says fuck that. he won’t be participating. he hates the idea so much. you’re his girlfriend and if he wants to fuck you, he will. just for the hell of it, he pushes you up against a wall everyday, slamming you full of his cum. if this is no nut november, you’d hate to see destroy dick december. or love it.

bertholdt wants to partake in it for the ‘nostalgia’ of it all. but ultimately, he caves in because the desire for you is too great. you make him fail by wearing a low cut shirt and nonchalantly bending over to grab something, revealing too much cleavage. you wind up on your knees with his fingers in your hair.

please check out my jean fic 🤍

[natsuki208]

AOT Angst Headcanon

Every night after the murder tragedy of poor Marco, Reiner would have a similar nightmare. He’s within Trost but it’s dark, and there is a body lurking nearby, and his face is familiar to him; despite only being half a head. It gets closer towards Reiner until…

Marco repeatedly blames him for his death.

Reiner sometimes wakes up in his warrior persona; constantly telling contemplating on if he did the right thing to protect his identity.

Other times he wakes up in his soldier persona; horrified on why his long gone comrade would blame him for what happened.

[yourlocalmeta1head]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE CUTEST MAIN CHARACTER

[shiorihyugawrites]

Red Regrets

Twelve years ago, Levi Ackerman made the hardest decision of his life—he left behind the only woman he ever loved, believing it was for her own good. But fate is cruel, and when a fiery redheaded boy with a familiar scowl crosses his path, Levi is forced to confront the past he abandoned. The truth he never knew. And the woman whose heart he shattered. (Levi x OC)

Chapter Eleven

The twilight sky over Wall Sina had faded into a deep indigo, faint stars beginning to shimmer between drifting clouds. Two weeks had passed since that day Levi had brought Preston home bruised and humbled, the day he’d taught his son the sharp lesson of discipline. Though the memory still echoed in this household – in the wary glances Penelope cast whenever Preston came home, in the boy’s newly subdued confidence – time continued onward. The city bustled by day, subdued by night, and the wheels of the Scouts’ preparations spun ceaselessly. Everyone knew the countdown to retake Wall Maria was ticking, just three days left, and soon Levi Ackerman would be gone on a mission that might claim his life.

But for now, he remained determined to spend as many evenings as possible in the small home where Penelope and Preston lived, forging a fragile sense of normalcy. Dinner, conversation, the occasional father-son training that no longer teetered on the edge of brutality. Preston was changing – mindful, if not always polite, but his hotheadedness was tempered by the memory of how Levi had demonstrated “pain is discipline.” The boy, newly disciplined, helped around the house more, apologized to his mother for the trouble he caused, and quietly sorted through old frustrations. With half his focus on the looming mission, Levi still made time to drop by after finishing scout duties each day, as though every extra hour he spent with them might buffer the sorrow if he never returned.

..

Early that morning, Preston woke with a start, half-expecting Levi’s stern voice commanding him to practice footwork. But instead, the house was quiet, the faint smell of breakfast drifting from the kitchen. Penelope had left for the clinic earlier, leaving a note on the table: “Eggs on the stove, do your chores.” Preston sighed, running a hand through his messy red hair, and made a mental note not to anger his mother any further. The memory of her wrath when he’d brutalized those bullies still stung, and he wasn’t eager to repeat the experience.

He sighed deeper, recalling how Levi had lectured him about self-control. The fact that Levi even bothered to keep returning, after punishing him so harshly, meant something. “He could’ve just left me,” Preston mumbled to himself, rummaging for a clean shirt. “But he stayed. And Mom let him.” He felt a conflicting twinge of pride: Levi was the strongest soldier in the world, yet he chose to spend his free time here, guiding Preston’s every misstep. And, ironically, that made the boy more determined to follow in Levi’s footsteps – to join the military, prove himself a capable fighter. The thought of being a scout, of fighting Titans like his father, filled him with a heady sense of purpose.

Then, a pang of frustration rippled through him. Levi refused to even entertain the idea. “You’re not joining anything,” Levi had muttered last week, after Preston excitedly brought up enlisting when he turned twelve. “You’re staying in school.” But Preston hated school, especially since the other kids eyed him like some kind of freak. Even though the bullies had mostly left him alone – or were too afraid after what he did – the rumor that he was “abnormally strong” floated around. Whispers followed him in corridors: “That’s Captain Levi’s son… better not cross him.” He found himself ostracized, which in some ways was even lonelier than before.

“Better be a soldier than a freak,” he told himself gloomily. Shaking his head, he finished dressing and forced down the leftover eggs. Another day, another routine. Maybe Levi would drop by tonight to discuss more footwork or help with chores. That possibility brightened his mood slightly.

…

Later that afternoon, Levi halted outside Penelope’s clinic after finishing a round of errands in the city. He carefully stowed the paperwork from Commander Erwin in his green military coat, letting out a controlled breath. The mission to retake Wall Maria was looming like a thundercloud. Yet he found himself more focused on the mental image of Preston looking up at him with shining eyes, calling him “Dad” in that trembling voice. Or on Penelope’s guarded expression whenever he tried to help around the house. The swirl of new attachments weighed on him more than the typical stoic soldier would admit.

He stepped into the clinic’s waiting area. A nurse recognized him instantly, eyes widening. “Oh, Captain Levi,” she said in a hushed tone. “Are you here to see Dr. Iverson?”

He nodded, scanning the small room. A few patients sat in chairs, some looking up with curiosity at the famed scout. “Yes,” he replied tersely. “Is she available?”

The nurse wrung her hands. “She’s with a patient right now. But it should be brief. You can wait if you’d like.”

Levi gave a short nod and chose a seat by the wall, ignoring the stolen glances from patients. His mind drifted to the mission. Three days. Time was running out. Then he recalled the last conversation with Preston, how the boy had insisted he was old enough to enlist soon. Levi ground his teeth. He wanted to protect Preston from the horrors he’d seen – from the memory of watching comrades devoured by Titans, from endless nights expecting to die. Preston idolized him, which made it even harder to reject the boy’s wishes. “He doesn’t know what he’s asking,” Levi thought grimly. “None of them do until they see Titans up close.”

A moment later, a door swung open. Penelope stepped out, her red curls pinned back to keep them out of her face. Her cast had come off last week, though she still favored that arm occasionally. She paused mid-sentence with a departing patient, then noticed Levi. Her lips parted in mild surprise. “Levi,” she said, inclining her head. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

He rose. “Wanted to see if you needed anything,” he said simply, carefully avoiding the stares of the patients. “And check on Preston’s schedule. He told me you’re working late again.”

Her expression tightened. Indeed, the past few nights she’d been staying at the clinic well into the evening. She made a vague gesture. “Yes, we’re short-staffed again. A few nurses out sick. But it’s fine, I can manage.”

Levi eyed her carefully. Something in her posture seemed tense, overshadowed by fatigue or something else. “You sure?” he asked quietly.

She nodded briskly. “I’m sure.” Then, as though remembering her surroundings, she spoke louder. “I’ll be done in a few hours. If you’d like, you can come by the house. Preston should be home by then.”

“Alright,” Levi replied, voice neutral. “I’ll see you there.” He hesitated, sensing unspoken tension radiating from her. But she turned away, returning to her duties. He let out a slow breath, glancing around once more before exiting.

…

Evening arrived swiftly, with the setting sun painting Wall Sina’s rooftops in hues of pink and orange. Preston was home, finishing his chores under the watchful eye of an older nurse who sometimes doubled as a babysitter when Penelope worked late. The boy hummed an off-tune melody, half daydreaming about a future in the military, ignoring how Levi insisted it wasn’t happening. He tried to chase away the reality that in a mere three days, his father was leaving on a life-threatening mission. The image of Levi not returning made his stomach twist. He clenched his fists. “He’ll survive,” he told himself stubbornly. “He’s Humanity’s Strongest.”

The door opened, and Preston perked up, expecting perhaps Levi. But instead, it was the babysitter stepping out, telling him she was headed home since her shift ended. Preston mumbled a half-hearted goodbye, continuing to tidy the living room. At least if everything was neat, his parents would be pleased. The memory of that discipline two weeks ago still stung enough to keep him in line.

But then the door opened again, and this time Levi stepped in, coat draped over one arm. “Hey, brat,” he greeted, scanning the neat living room. “Where’s your mom?”

“Still at the clinic,” Preston answered, pushing a broom across the floor. “She said she’d be back late.”

Levi nodded, setting his coat on a hook. “Then I’ll stick around until she returns.” He paused, noticing the broom. “You’re cleaning voluntarily?”

Preston shrugged, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks. “I… I want it to look nice for when she gets home. And maybe for you too.” He tried to sound casual.

Levi exhaled softly, some tension leaving his shoulders. “Alright. Let me see if there’s anything else to do.” He motioned for Preston to finish sweeping while he wandered into the kitchen, checking if dishes were stacked or laundry needed doing. Such domestic tasks felt oddly comforting, a stark contrast to the battlefield he faced daily as a scout.

For a while, father and son worked quietly side by side—Preston finishing the sweeping, Levi folding some stray clothes. The hush in the house was peaceful, broken only by the occasional remark:

“You missed a spot near the door,” Levi mumbled, and Preston rolled his eyes, going to fix it.

“Don’t fold the shirt like that, Dad,” Preston teased, grinning. “Mom hates that.”

It was an ordinary, tender snapshot of domestic life. For Levi, it felt alien yet achingly precious. The minutes stretched into an hour or two, nightfall settling. The lamp in the living room cast a warm glow, and Preston yawned, eventually deciding to get ready for bed. Levi nodded, telling him he’d be awake to greet Penelope. “Let me know if you need anything,” Levi added, voice oddly soft. Preston just nodded, wiping his eyes. “Night, Dad,” he murmured, heading upstairs.

…

Another hour passed, and Penelope still hadn’t returned. Levi paced the living room, occasionally checking outside. The mission weighed on him, but more pressing was the gnawing worry that she was overworking herself. The reason, though, he suspected was simpler and more painful: she was terrified of losing him again, and burying herself in clinic work so she wouldn’t dwell on that fear.

Finally, around half-past eleven, he heard the faint jingle of keys outside. He moved to open the door for her—like he had the last two nights—and prepared to gently scold her for working too late. But when he pulled it open, the sight that greeted him triggered a flash of annoyance. Dr. Adam Lovett stood there with Penelope, holding her key ring in one hand, mid-sentence as though yapping about something. The moment Adam registered Levi’s presence, his voice faltered, and he nearly dropped the keys.

“C-Captain Levi,” Adam blurted, face flushing. “I… didn’t realize you’d be here.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly, though he kept his expression mostly impassive. “My kid’s here,” he said dryly. “What are you doing walking her home at this hour?”

Penelope, stepping past Adam, rubbed at her temples. “It’s no big deal. He insisted on escorting me because it’s dark. I told him I was fine.” She cast a weary look at Adam. “Anyway, we’re here now.”

Adam glanced between them, noticing how Levi stood guard in the doorway, clearly unimpressed. “Yes, w-well,” the doctor stammered, forcing a grin, “just making sure she got home safely. Had a rough day at the clinic. Thought… maybe she’d want to talk over dinner or something, but she—um—declined.” He coughed awkwardly.

Levi pinned him with a blank stare. “Good night, Dr. Lovett,” he said in a tone that brokered no argument.

Adam gulped. “Night, yes, of course!” he squeaked, handing Penelope her keys. “I’ll see you tomorrow—at the clinic, I mean. For that meeting.” Then he offered Levi a stiff, nervous salute—albeit clumsily—before scurrying off into the dark street.

Penelope let out a huff, exasperation etched in her features. She stepped inside, brushing past Levi, who gently shut the door behind her. “I swear,” she muttered under her breath, “that man’s persistence is unstoppable.”

Levi turned to face her, catching the faint slump in her posture. “You okay?” he asked, eyeing her pale face. “You look done in.”

She sighed, shrugging off her damp coat. Levi moved to take it from her, but she jerked away. “I can hang up my own coat,” she snapped, voice sharper than intended. She yanked the coat away from his grasp and tossed it on a hook. Then she noticed Levi’s brow furrowing. “What?” she barked. “Stop looking at me like that.”

He raised an eyebrow, recognizing that edgy tone from their Underground days. “You’ve had a rough day,” he observed. “Want to talk about it?”

Penelope snorted. “Not particularly,” she retorted, walking into the living room. Levi followed, hands at his sides, scanning her posture. She paced a few steps, then whirled to face him. “You keep trying to be all… helpful. Like you’re some big caretaker now, but we both know you’re leaving in three days. Why bother?”

Levi’s face tightened. “So that’s what this is about,” he said quietly, crossing his arms. “Pen, I told you—I’m spending time here because I want to. Because… it matters.”

She let out a bitter laugh. “It matters,” she echoed. “You’re about to go on a suicide mission, Levi. Don’t act like it’s guaranteed you’ll come back.” Her voice wavered. “You can’t keep playing house and then vanish again. I can’t keep… can’t keep hoping—”

He stepped forward, voice dropping. “I’m not playing anything. I promise to come back. I—”

“You can’t promise that!” she exploded, tears pricking at her eyes. “You never can. The scouts lose soldiers left and right. Don’t pretend you’re invincible. And I—”

She clamped her mouth shut, biting back the words “I can’t lose you again.” Her eyes darted away, blinking rapidly. Levi inhaled slowly, bridging the distance between them. “Pen,” he said softly. “Look at me.”

She refused, crossing her arms, gaze fixed on the floor. “Go away,” she muttered, though her tone lacked real conviction.

Levi stood close enough to sense her trembling. “No,” he said quietly. “I know what’s bothering you. And I… I want to reassure you, but you keep snapping at me.”

She whipped her head up, gold eyes flashing with unshed tears. “Because it doesn’t change anything,” she hissed. “You leave in three days. You could die, and then what? I’m left alone, with Preston, forced to watch him cry and ask why his father never came home. Do you have any idea how that will feel?” Her voice cracked, tears threatening to spill.

He clenched his jaw, shoulders taut. “I do,” he murmured. “I watched countless families lose fathers, mothers, sons, daughters… I never wanted to form attachments, for that reason. But I… can’t help it. Not with you and Preston.” He let out a shaky breath. “I’ll do everything I can to return alive. That’s all I can say.”

She pressed her lips together, anger mixing with sorrow. “That’s not enough,” she whispered, tears brimming. “I—”

She cut herself off, choking on emotion. Levi recognized the heartbreak hidden behind her fury. Wordlessly, he stepped in and wrapped his arms around her. She stiffened, immediately pushing against his shoulders, but he held firm. It was the first time they’d hugged since reuniting. She squirmed, cursing him under her breath, tears slipping down her cheeks.

“Levi, let me go,” she growled, though her strength wavered. “I said—”

He didn’t release her. “Stop fighting,” he said gently. “Just calm down.”

She struggled a moment more, but the dam broke inside her. Her body sagged, and she let out a sob, burying her face against his shoulder. Levi felt his heart clench at the sound. Memories of them as teenagers flooded him—how he used to hold her when she cried over losing a friend in the Underground, or when she worried about her future. Now, after all these years, he was the cause of her tears as much as the cure.

She cried openly, hating herself for it. “I hate that I still love you,” she mumbled, voice muffled in his shirt. “I hate it so much, because you’re going to leave me again, aren’t you? You always do.”

His chest tightened, arms tightening around her. “I’m sorry,” he murmured into her curls “I never stopped loving you, Pen. Even when I left, it was for you—”

“I don’t want to hear that,” she snapped between sobs, but she clung to him anyway, fists curling in his shirt. “Y-you… you’re such a bastard, Levi. You show up, fix everything, just to go off to die.”

He swallowed thickly. “I’m not dying,” he said, trying to sound confident. “I have reasons to live. You and Preston. And you’re right— I’m a bastard for leaving. But I always loved you.” He closed his eyes, letting her scent wash over him. “I always will, no matter what.”

She sniffled, pulling back enough to glare at him through tear-streaked lashes. “Don’t say that if you’re going to break my heart again.”

“Then I won’t break it,” he said simply. “I’ll come back and prove it.”

Her chest heaved with a shaky breath, tears still clinging to her lashes. Silence stretched, heavy with emotion. Then, in a surge of raw feeling, she leaned down and kissed him. It was sudden, desperate, and brief—her lips met his in a heated press before she realized what she’d done. She jolted back, eyes wide, mortified. “Oh—God—I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

Levi’s mind spun. The taste of her lips lingered, memories flooding him of their teen years, stolen kisses in the gloom of the Underground. He raised a hand, brushing her cheek. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, voice raspy with emotion. “You… took me by surprise.”

She flushed, turning her face away, half-expecting him to reject her. But then he gently guided her chin back, meeting her gaze. “I missed that,” he whispered, leaning in. This time, he kissed her—soft but deliberate, letting the warmth and familiarity wash over them both. She stiffened, then relaxed, hands grasping behind his neck. Her tears hadn’t dried, but the sorrow in her heart momentarily eased under that tender contact.

The kiss lingered, a poignant reconnection after a decade of bitterness. Their bodies pressed together in the lamplight of the living room, the rest of the world falling away. She tasted slightly of tea, her breath still shaky from crying. He, in turn, moved carefully, as if handling something fragile he’d almost lost. The kiss was short, and when they finally parted, they stared at each other in breathless silence.

Penelope was first to speak, voice quavering. “I… can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said, a shaky laugh slipping free. “I told myself I hated you.”

Levi exhaled, stroking a thumb across her cheek. “And I told myself letting you go was right,” he admitted. “We both lied.”

She closed her eyes, letting her forehead rest against his. “I hate that I still want you this much,” she murmured. “But I can’t lose you again, Levi. I can’t.”

He cradled the back of her head. “You won’t,” he breathed. “Not if I have any say in it.” He paused, pulling back just enough to see her tear-stained face. “Let me come back from this mission. Then we can talk about everything… maybe properly fix what I broke.”

Her eyes shimmered with fresh tears, but there was a fragile hope behind them. “Okay,” she whispered. “Just… come back.”

He nodded, letting out a trembling breath. The intensity of the moment left him dizzy, swirling with regrets and renewed devotion. “I will,” he promised softly, though fear lurked in his heart. He’d seen too many broken promises on the battlefield. But for Penelope and Preston’s sake, he’d fight with every ounce of strength to keep it.

She blinked, tears spilling down her cheeks again. Levi leaned forward, brushing them away gently, then pressed another gentle kiss to her forehead. She let out a shuddery sigh, tension draining from her limbs. For a few breaths, they stood there, arms around each other, letting the warmth replace the cold barrier that had stood between them for over a decade.

A creak from the stairs made them both jump apart, hearts pounding. But no footsteps followed. Likely just the old wood settling. Penelope swallowed. “I… guess we should calm down,” she managed, stepping back to gain composure. Her cheeks burned at the realization that their son was upstairs, and they were… well, rekindling something.

Levi gave a short nod. “Yes,” he agreed, though part of him regretted pulling away. “We don’t want to alarm Preston.”

She nodded in return, wiping her tears hastily. The sobbing meltdown had left her drained, but the relief of sharing that moment with Levi buoyed her. “I’m sorry I snapped at you,” she mumbled. “I’m just… so scared.”

He reached out, taking her hand. “I know,” he said. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way in the first place. But I won’t run. Not this time.”

She squeezed his hand, trembling. “Alright,” she breathed, voice still unsteady. “Alright.” Then she glanced toward the staircase. “We should check on Preston, make sure he’s asleep. He might overhear.”

Levi nodded, releasing her hand. A faint reluctance flickered in his eyes, but practicality won out. They turned, walking quietly to the stairs. Halfway up, they paused, hearing nothing but Preston’s soft snores. The boy was truly asleep, oblivious to the emotional scene downstairs.

Penelope exhaled, stepping back down, leaning on the banister. She gazed at Levi in the dim glow of the living room’s lamp, feeling the surge of old love, new dread, and acceptance all swirling within her. “Come sit,” she said softly, motioning to the couch. “We should talk more… or you can just stay until I calm down.”

He followed her to the couch, settling beside her. The closeness felt different now—charged with fresh intimacy. She still wore faint traces of tears on her cheeks, and he wished he could wipe away every fear. They didn’t speak for a while, simply letting the hush envelop them. Then, with a trembling sigh, Penelope laid her head on Levi’s shoulder. This time, she didn’t fight the impulse.

Levi, heartbeat pounding, gently placed an arm around her. “We have three days,” he whispered, voice laced with sorrow. “I’ll spend every moment I can here, with you and Preston. And I’ll come back after the mission. No matter what it takes.”

She nodded against his shoulder, tears threatening again. “No more talk of dying,” she murmured, voice cracking. “I can’t handle it. Just… stay with me while you can.”

“I will,” he promised. Then he let silence stretch, content to hold her, the warmth of her body pressed against his side. Outside, the city’s night quieted, the hum of distant street lamps and crickets lulling them.

In that moment, the uncertain future hovered like a phantom, but they allowed themselves a sliver of peace. Levi, kneeling at the cusp of war, found the solace he craved in Penelope’s arms, while she, terrified of losing him again, finally let her guard drop and accepted the comfort. The small living room, once a site of tension and heartbreak, now held them in a fragile reconciliation.

Time slipped away. Eventually, they spoke in hushed tones about little things—how Preston’s teachers reported improved behavior, how the clinic was short-staffed, how Levi had to be at Scout HQ early next morning. The fear never left them, but they faced it together, if only for a few precious hours.

When midnight approached, Penelope stirred from Levi’s side, cheeks flushing at the realization they’d been huddled together on the couch for so long. She gave a small, reluctant cough, pulling away. “You should get some rest,” she said, voice subdued. “You can… you can have the couch again.”

Levi nodded, though his gaze lingered on her, filled with emotion. “Thank you,” he murmured.

She swallowed, standing. “I’ll head to bed,” she said, smoothing her clothes. The memory of their kisses still burned on her lips, and she avoided his eyes to hide the swirl of new vulnerability. “Don’t stay up too late.”

He managed a faint smile. “I won’t.”

She hovered, wanting to say more, but words failed her. So she gave a small nod and turned, padding up the stairs. Levi watched her until she disappeared around the corner. Then he let out a long breath, sinking back onto the couch. His mind spun with recent events: from Preston’s vow to join the military that Levi stubbornly opposed, to the hush of this evening. And finally, that confession from Penelope—that she hated she still loved him, and how he’d responded in kind.

A part of him felt newly anchored, determined more than ever to survive. Because now, it wasn’t just about fulfilling Erwin’s grand plan or saving humanity. It was also about returning to her, to Preston, to the fragile family they were forging. And that knowledge might be the strongest weapon he carried into the mission.

“Three days,” he muttered, glancing at the dark windows. Then, recalling the warmth of Penelope’s embrace, he closed his eyes, letting that memory lull him into what little rest he could manage. Outside, the city slumbered, unaware that deep in this small home, a soldier who once believed he had no heart had rediscovered it, in the arms of the woman he had loved from the start.

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[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #14

synopsis: when attack on titan characters make you cry 💦

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, sasha, connie, reiner, annie, bertolt, levi, erwin and hange.

notes: 2 posts in 2 days! arent you a lucky bugger x

☆ eren jaeger

it’s really situational for eren, he cannot take you seriously if you’re in a bad situation. if you’re on the battle field or doing anything important to do with titans, strategy plans etc. he will tell you that you can’t be crying in that moment. HOWEVER, if you’re not in any of those situations he is so empathetic!! my little baby is so sweet to you like, he’s like putty in your hands especially if he’s the one making you cry, oh my god. he would just DIE and probably cry with you.

☆ mikasa ackerman

her eyes soften… her eyebrows pinch together… her lip quivers and tilts into a frown… SHES SO DISTRAUGHT, HOW COULD SHE DO THIS? SHES SO STUPID GAHHH. super mellow, super quiet and of course, super sweet. she’ll approach you like you’re a fragile animal in the woods that she doesn’t wanna scare. she genuinely couldn’t think of anything worse in this world than upsetting you and her being that reason? HER HEARTTT, she’ll drop her nonchalant dread head act immediately and silently reassure you with physical affection.

☆ armin arlert

breaks the boys heart. he is absolutely and utterly DESTROYED. his self-esteem reaches an all time low in that very moment, as soon as that one tear fell of the apple of your cheek, GOD. he wanted the world to swallow him while to be honest, he was so upset and embarrassed he made you cry! but obviously, he really tried not to be selfish and start crying as he didn’t want to take any attention off you but trust, by the end of it, he will be crying alongside you.

☆ jean kirstein

god he is just so gentle, so caring, so comforting, so patient. he KNOWS exactly how to comfort you - he apologises profusely, sits with you, hugs you, talks the whole situation through with you LIKE UGH, and whatever it was that made you cry i can promise you this man WILL FIX THE FUCK UP! he lives to serve you and make you happy 🙇.

☆ connie springer

very quiet afterwards… he just feels really awkward, he wishes he could reverse time and just pretend nothing happened 😭. he’s like, do we break up now orrr…? he will eventually say sorry and become less awkward but, he definitely shows his sympathy through physical affection. after everything’s died down, he cracks a joke or two.

☆ sasha braus

SHES SO SWEET, definitely also awkward and she doesn’t realise you’re being serious for the first 2 minutes but afterwards oh my god, she’s so apologetic!! she gives does acts of service as an apology and of course, says sorry. profusely.

☆ reiner braun

breaks him into a million bijillion pieces. he turns into a puddle like, he just dies. HE made YOU cry? his life is over. sooo apologetic & he makes sure to let you know that he is! he will not be over this for days, days i tell you, he will continue to make it up to you even if you’re over it in like an hour.

☆ annie leonhart

she’s in shock honestly. she didn’t think you would be so upset over what she had said… but most of all, she’s shocked that seeing you upset had such a big impact on her. what- what was this? oh my god, she’s crying? because you’re crying? she’s in deepp😭. keeps her tears to her self and apologises to you and you make sure to tease her because you saw those tears!!

☆ bertolt hoover

crying with you. not in a way that would steal any attention from you or what he did to make you cry, he really tried to stop himself but after trying to not cry and apologise, he breaks down and now you’re both crying. a lot of ‘i’m sorry’ and ‘i love you’, ‘i won’t do that again‘s are being thrown around and it’s just an adorable sobbing, loving mess.

☆ levi ackerman

errrmmm, it’s kind of tough for him. he’s been very desensitised to mostly everything, even horrid things like people being eaten alive by titans, literally watching them be ripped limb from limb yk? the usual stuff! anyways, he does feel bad though because of course, he loves you. and he never wants to hurt you or be the cause of your pain so, he does apologise even if it doesn’t sound very normal coming from his mouth, lol.

☆ erwin smith

he feels bad, of course. he’s a very respectable, normal man so, as any other person, he’ll apologise for making you feel that way, say he won’t do it again, say he loves you and move on with his day.

☆ hange zoë

NOOOO THEY CANT BELIEVE THEYVE DONE THIS!! tragedy has struck 😔. they will do everything in their power to make it up to you, they will do a simple, straightforward and sincere apologise HOWEVER, afterwards they’ll do something extra for you, just as a cherry on top like, a candle lit dinner in your house or something along those lines ^o^.

[mommypieck]

your older boyfriend comes home late at night just to find you in the bed. your cheeks are red and he knows exactly what's going on.

"did you touch yourself?" he asks you, ripping the blanket off your body. he gulps at the lace white nightgown you are wearing.

"nuh uh." you say, giving him an innocent look. he almost falls for it but he knows better.

"open your legs." he orders, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips. he looks so hot like this.

"i don't wanna play. im too tired." you let out a fake yawn, turning onto your tummy. he is done, throwing you on your back again. he forces your legs open, furrowing his eyebrows when he sees your pussy glistening wet. your juices are all around your pussy and there's no doubt you weren't touching yourself.

"i am just happy to see you." you try to play it off but to no avail. he forces two of his thick fingers inside of you and they slide in easily, a sign that something has been inside.

"where it is?" he questions, looking through the bed for your vibrator. you play clueless, knowing that if he opens the drawer, he will see it.

"okay, that's it." he sits on the bed, dragging you over his lap. first smack lands on your ass, making you jump and moan.

"you have no evidence." you whine, but he shushes you by putting his fingers inside of you again. he smacks your ass with one hand while his other makes come here motion inside of you.

"the fact that your pussy can't stop leaking is the only evidence i need."

- toji, geto, erwin, miche, who else?

[abdy19]

aww imagine if in some way, Armin reminded him a lot of Zeke since they were both cute blond-haired, blue-eyed, very intelligent little boys.

Armin seems to greet Grisha very happily in this part, so I guess he was always very nice to him. I like to think that whenever he came back from his travels he always brought Armin and Eren candy because he could imagine that this is how it would feel to have his two sons together, even though he was aware that Zeke was already a young adult, somehow in his heart he still saw him as a 7 year old boy.

And he also gave Armin candy as a thank you for being his son's only friend, because he knew that Eren was a very …strange little boy.

God (Ymir) punished Grisha for not valuing having such a kind and normal son like Zeke by giving him such a difficult son like Eren.

Like, how do you go from engendering 😇 this to engendering this 👿

who up thinking about Zeke haunting the narrative because I am

i need to see Grisha do a double take everytime he sees a blonde kid in public. i need him meeting a patient's kid and being like "he reminds me of my son" knowing damn well he ain't talking about Eren. i need him to begin saying Zeke when he yells at Eren. i need him to sing the same lullabies and make up the same bed time stories for Eren that he once did for Zeke. i need him to tell Eren "I love you" so many times to make up for the fact that he never did for Zeke. i need him to sing happy birthday to that fucking photograph every year on August 1st. i need him screaming crying throwing up over Zeke in that damn basement.

[rreyie]

me every time i see a smut piece where armin is portrayed as a sexaholic manipulative little man bitch who demeans his partner

[houseofcrying]

headcannon that in season 3, when the 104th cadets and levi where living in the cabin, sasha probably snuck into the kitchen at night to get some food without anybody noticing, except levi did and never said anything because he knows what its like to be hungry and not know when it’ll be the next time you’ll be able to eat.

[st4rbwrry]

𝒞’𝑀𝐸𝑅𝐸, 𝐵𝑅𝒜𝒯.

aot headcannons + how they handle a brat ft. eren, armin, + onyankopon.

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EREN YEAGER

let’s just say eren likes to fuck you really hard when you piss him off. i’m talking putting you through the mattress. gotta make you feel his anger. the man will make you gag on his dick until your jaw aches, stating ‘since you like to run your fuckin’ mouth so much, make use of it’. he loves when your pretty lips glide along his dick, holding your head still as he hisses and groans, muttering ‘suck it, c’mon’ while he stuffs your throat with his heavy dick. when you use two hands to stroke him until he’s throwing his head back trying his best not to whimper. his moans get stuck in his throat when you suck him, eyes completely gone and his face shifting in pleasure. and for revenge for putting him in a position where he has to be mean to you in order for you to understand, he’d fuck you hard till you’re gushing all over him. licks his fat tongue up your neck as he moans in your ear and tells you ‘fuckin’ pretty, mama. takin’ that shit so good, girl.’ burying his dick deep into you it’s painfully good. he always loses his stress halfway through, kissing you like you mean the world to him, since you do. but, he’ll definitely make you beg for forgiveness, and beg to cum. ‘i can’t hear you, baby. say it. i wanna hear you. don’t go quiet now. you were talkin’ all that shit earlier so be a big girl and beg me to let you cum.’

ARMIN ARLERT

armin’s a tease at first. he likes to play with you before he fucks you really good, and i mean good. it’s enough for your legs to spasm and your pussy to squirt along his abdomen. he’s gentle when he starts, sucking on your neck, licking on your nipples as he rolls them under the pads of his thumbs. kissing your inner thighs and doing his best to avoid eating your pussy since you’re currently undeserving. your whines and trembles fuel him, and once he’s gotten a taste of you, slicking his thick tongue between your folds and releasing a guttural moan in your pussy, that’s when the demon comes to show. holding you down as you squirm and try to escape, using all of his upper body strength knowing you can’t fight him. armin will not hesitate to fuck you dumb. you’ve been a brat lately, knowing he hated when you sassed him. he’d always tell you ‘we’ll talk later’ and the talk is usually him fucking you straight. he likes to have you in every angle imaginable. loves to stare at your face as you scream his name, yank at the sheets, and even bite into his arm. he’ll grab your face and tell you to ‘watch me fuck you like the bad girl you are.’ kiss you sloppily as he drops his dick into you hard, every pound leaving you gasping for air. that blonde hair on his head covering his dangerous eyes, followed by weak whimpers and whines escaping his throat. ‘too pretty, love. keep suckin’ me deep. i can feel you cumming.’

ONYANKOPON

not the type to play games with you, at all. will cut any attitude you have extremely short. you seem to yap a lot, and he can live that. what he won’t deal with is a grown woman who throws temper tantrums like an adolescent. he’s usually understanding of most things, meaning he can sit you down and talk if needed. but some things just don’t get through that tiny skull of yours. now, now he has to push it into the bed to fuck some respect into you. he gets really deep to make you feel it all. won’t stop until you’re actually crying. he expects apologies, and they flow from your mouth airless. clearly, he won’t give up until he approves a real apology, not just one you spew just to let you cum. ‘told you stop talkin’ to me fuckin’ crazy. ima fuck the shit outta you’ he’ll groan, heat pooling in his stomach. he’s mad as fuck, and you feel the energy. struggling in the fabric he used to tie your wrists behind your back, whining into the pillow as he claps your ass back onto him. the rough baritone of his voice causing your head to spin. when his big hand wraps around your throat, he’ll pull your head to his chest as your back arches lower, swiveling his hips and fucking you quicker. ‘fuck yes, baby. tell daddy how sorry you are. right now.’ and you’ll tell him, because at this point you didn’t have a choice. his heavy hand lands numerous hits to your ass, biting his lip as you clench around his dick, drawing an orgasm from him sooner than yourself. then he’ll give your pussy some sloppy kisses after because he feels bad for making you so sore. <3

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[cottonconnielvr]

౨ৎ warnings … overstim, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving)

“o-okay eren” you whimper into your pink silk sheets. you struggle to free your wrists from eren’s hold, one of his hands pressing them into your back.

you’re laying face down ass up on the bed, eren kneeling behind you. you can barley focus on your words as you feel eren licking and sucking you everywhere. he’s being so messy, smacks feeling the room along with your cries. “okay ren, m’done” you sigh, eyes rolling into the back of your head. eren hums against your drooling cunt, sending vibrations through your body.

he continues to ignore you, stuffing your tight hole with his wet tongue, thrusting as fast as he can. “p..please i wan’ break!” your hands grip onto the mattress, trying so desperately to crawl away from the sweet torture.

you hear eren hum, gripping your hips with both hands to pull you back to him. he pulls away from your hole with a pop, leaning back to look at the mess you made. “why you running away from me, baby?” eren hums.

your hole clenched around nothing, pushing out more and more of your wetness. eren leans over your body, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back. “let me see your face” he coos, his middle finger slipping inside of your pussy. with a huff you turn your face to face eren.

he lets out a giggle at your face, your eyes are all watery and your lips are swollen. one of your lashes is also hanging down. he curls his middle finger upwards, ejecting a moan from you. “you always take it so good baby. aren’t ya so proud of yourself, hmm?” he slides in another finger, watching your facial expressions.

you whimper and clench tightly around eren’s fingers. “…cum again” you murmur out weakly. eren’s heart clenches. his little baby all fucked you, you can barley speak. “i knowww i can feel you” eren giggles to himself again. “such a good girl, taking it all” eren talks you into an even deeper headspace. all you want is him, even closer. all you can think is eren eren eren eren

without warning, your legs shake and eyes roll back. “ohhh fuckkk you’re cumming so much” eren leans back to watch you release. you squirt wetness all over his arm and onto the bedsheets. you whimper and tuck your head even deeper into the mattress.

“ good fucking girl” eren drags his fingers down your wet cunt, rubbing his thumb on your clit before leaving a hard slap on your ass. you don’t get a chance to register eren’s words before you fall into a deep slumber

[abdy19]

I love how Levi got this haircut around the age of 11/12 and kept it into adulthood.

He literally said, "If something works, don't change it."