LET ME LOVE MY YOUTH.

kio ♡ she/her ♡ 21♡ (minors block ‘#nsfw’) & dnf

[wetheurban]

How to Return to Yourself Stop performing. Don't overgive. Choose peace over proving. Reclaim the parts you abandoned to be loved. Let it hurt. Feel it fully. Release it. Do your spiritual work. Forgive yourself for surviving in ways you had to. Try not to take anything personally. Zoom out. Remember who you were before they made you doubt it. Protect your energy like it’s sacred, because it is. Choose you... again and again.

[animentality]

[nemi-n1ghtshade]

i have a sentiment

[crabussy]

when a man and a woman in a piece of fiction get to keep having a delightful friendship dynamic instead of losing all their interesting traits to become the 580000th het couple ever

[niki-yoshhhhh]

Kisses | Levi x Reader | Art by kakiba518

"Shit, wait for a minute," Levi mutters while looking up at you, who's on top of him.

His cheeks are blushing pink after you attack him with lots of kisses, and he can't handle it. He feels like he's about to explode just from that.

"Why? Don't you like it?"

"I—I like it, but it's too much." His face is full of kiss marks.

You're his first girlfriend, so this is new to him.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

You smile at his answer as you kiss him on the lips this time, and he welcomes it.

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[niki-yoshhhhh]

Festival | Levi x Reader

You're in a festival with Levi, and there's a parade going on. Both of you are in the back, can't even properly watch the show.

"Too many fucking people," he quietly hissed, just enough for you to hear, then an idea popped into your mind.

"Hey, Levi."

"What?"

"Want to get on my shoulder? So you could have a better view?" You innocently asked after noticing him standing on his tiptoes, trying to see what's happening in front, but he looked at you like you just said the stupidest thing ever.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to die?"

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a/n: I got this idea from a comment on my post from before 🤣

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[niki-yoshhhhh]

Stress Relief | S3 Levi x Reader | MDNI

After Eren and Historia got kidnapped, Levi was so stressed that he came home that night just to release it.

"Shit, stop squirming," he hissed, sliding his cock in and out of you, bottoming out with every thrust, balls slapping against your clit as he fucked you from behind.

"Too much. I'm going to come—"

"Do it," he spanked your ass, and you clenched around his length as you came.

"Fucking tight pussy trying to milk me," Levi groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, and with one final thrust he emptied his balls, releasing thick ropes of cum inside you.

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[stuckinapril]

I promise you things will get so much better when you start processing people’s behavior as information rather than a verdict on your self-worth. If someone doesn’t text back, suddenly pulls away, whatever it may be, the solution isn’t to put on a tap dance for them and try to regain their approval. It’s not to crash out on them and try to force them to react a certain way. It’s just to take a step back, take a deep breath, and assess what this tells you. What’s this saying about them? What’s this saying about you??

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

not everyone deserves the amount of kindness and forgiveness you’re willing to give

[pueriled]

───⠀red, orange, and green pngs

sourced from various sites don't credit me, free to use repost allowed

[i-survived-that]

ID: A youtube comment with 11 likes by Niceone, it says "I've lived 46 years without knowing this. How nice of life to save some of the best bites for later." End ID.

Normally, people tend to get frustrated, even jokingly, if they miss out on something. This comment was on a song from 1974 and it made me smile quite much. Simply appreciative. Like a dessert after dinner.

[phinarei]

It is genuinely mind blowing to me just how many Tumblr posts have changed my life for the better and taught me to be happier. Not all of the thoughts originate on Tumblr, but the way people collect and frame them has literally changed my brain chemistry.

[madmonksandmaenads]

I wish I could make white people(and not just white Americans) understand how diverse the pre-columbian Americas were. The history, religion, culture, politics was at least as complex as Europe's. There was the full gamut of religions, from monotheists to animists to ancestral religions. There were city building empires, village farmers, nomadic traders, and so many other ways to live. This is all just based on what we know, the fragments left behind and the stories of survivors of an apocalyptic plague. All this before the most extended campaign of genocide in history was waged in an attempt to wipe out those survivors.

Over 500 years spent trying to cut down a whole trunk of human culture.

Do you understand how much poorer our whole species is because of it? Can you imagine where art, religion, and science would be if we still had these vast bodies of knowledge? The stain of the colonial project will never be fully washed clean. We owe more than just the land to those we stole from. We owe them a whole future, a future that could have been brighter for all of us. If only greed and fear weren't allowed to rule this land.

[pnglove]

[freakynad]

failed successfully ft hange zoe.

you should’ve suspected it from the start, the signs were all there, painfully obvious. but you are quite oblivious.

it started from the early morning where you found hange hunched over the toilet, dry heaving into the bowl, but shrugging it off as last nights dinner while forcing a strained smile onto their face.

of course, being the loving and caring partner you are, you insisted on staying in at the hotel so they could rest up and you’d take care of them.

for a moment hange almost gave in.

but for weeks hange was planning for this specific day, there was no backing out now.

unfortunately to them, the day kept getting worse.

they were incessantly trembling all day. they couldn’t swallow more than a sip of water without their throat tightening, so naturally you noticed right away

“hange, you’re burning up.”

assuming that they were ill, you forced them to take medication because their anxiety left them visibly flushed and miserable, at some point almost dragged them to the hospital.

“i promise honey im fine!” they were not.

by the time night came, hange was somehow still alive and breathing.

and the restaurant hange booked was unusually elegant. normally, your dates consisted of whatever chaotic idea had crossed their mind that morning, but tonight was different, good different. the summer breeze on the rooftop was just right.

the dinner itself went surprisingly smoothly. you smiled. you laughed. you talked about absolutely nothing important.

every time you smiled at them, every time you laughed, every time you absentmindedly reached across the table to touch their hand, hange fell in love with you all over again, that even after dinner they almost forgot the most important thing; the ring.

and when it was time, panic immediately flooded back into their veins, pretending to listen to you.

they knew they had to do it before they threw up all over again.

and at some point cut you off— “y/n” they blurted out, as you raised your eyebrows.

“yes, hange?” you asked, they swallowed the bile that threatened to spill from the back of their throat from nervousness

with shaky hands they pulled out the black box from their trousers and stood up before going on one knee as you covered your mouth is surprise, vision blurring immediately.

as they opened their mouth to speak, suddenly their mind went blank, their hands trembled so violently they almost couldn’t open the box.

when it finally clicked open, the ring glimmered.

hange begged for their mind to think, to say something but their brain offered them absolutely nothing.

suddenly they blurted out— “please?” the word slipped out in a tiny, desperate voice, their head tilted slightly, their eyes filled with tears.

you stood up— a choked, watery laugh escaped you as tears spilled down your cheeks— before you nodded incessantly, they grabbed your hands and slid the ring it as the restaurant and near by waitresses cheered for you both.

without a second thought, you helped hange up and pressed your lips into theirs, both of your salty tears mixing before you pulled away— “i should’ve known— god— you’re so lucky im oblivious.” you smiled as hange let out a wet chuckle before leaning in once more to kiss you again.

[lovelywyenn]

Hange loved looking at you up close like this. Seeing every twitch of your nose, the pinching of your brows, the biting of your lips as they stretched your pretty cunt around the girth of their strap. 

You took them well, you always took Hange’s cock so well.”Good girl” Hange coos easily.

The praise has a moan leaving from your lips as you stare up at Hange. You felt so hot, maybe it was the temperature of the room, or the weight of Hange over you. 

Strong, big hands sat on either side of your splayed out body, effectively trapping you right where Hange wanted you. Your own hands were shaking, braced upon the backs of your knees. Keeping them pressed right up against your chest as your partner had requested. Anything to get as deep inside of you as they could.

Hange had such a way of fucking you. Their strokes were so slow, the strap curling so perfectly into you. It was unusual for them to be so gentle. Hange liked to fuck you to tears with mean, fast strokes that broke the brain. You were close to tears right now, but it felt so much different than usual. Every roll of Hange’s hips was precise, fucking you hard and deep enough so that every hit on your g-spot has you keening. 

You’re slick coated every inch of the strap, harness sticky with slick that helped it rub against your clit. 

Hange thought you were just the most beautiful thing in the world, and they couldn’t help but lean their foreheads against your own, staring into your eyes that were struggling to stay open. 

“I love the noises you make, darling. Keep making those pretty noises. Okay, sweet girl?”Hange hums. 

You struggle to speak, your brain muddled from the pleasure each stroke fed you, but you manage. “M-m’kay” you whimper. 

Your partner smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “Good girl, now how about you work on cummin for me, hmm?”

[helenasfavgirl]

anything for mommy >⩊<

[xytoose]

just sum submissive hange fanarts

im lowkwy going crazy now.

[levionlyyours]

Before I Ever Saw You

☆ Day 5 of Swoon June | Soulmate | Event by @swoon-june

☆ Summary: Your soulmate only speaks to you in your thoughts. When you meet, it only confirms what you already knew.

☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Gender-Neutral Reader

☆ Genre/Tags: Canon Compliant, Soulmate AU, Civilian!Reader, Romance, Strangers to Lovers

☆ Word Count: 1.2k

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☆ AO3 Link

☆ a/n: thank you to my beta reader @slaytherinthoughts <3

[ Art by Claparo-Sans on DeviantArt ]

You first hear your soulmate’s voice in your head on an ordinary evening while you’re closing the curtains of your small home in Trost. The sky outside turns a soft orange and gold as the sun dips behind the rooftops. At first, you think the voice is your own thought echoing strangely back at you until it speaks again in a tone that is very clearly not yours.

You’re thinking too loud, the voice says.

You freeze. You look around your empty room.

Hello? you think cautiously, not entirely sure how this works even though everyone grows up hearing about it—about the voice that appears one day, about the person on the other end of your thoughts who belongs to you in a way no one else ever will.

There’s a pause. Then the voice answers.

So you can hear me.

You sit down slowly. I think so, you reply in your mind, heart beating a little faster now. What’s your name?

Another pause, shorter this time.

Levi.

You smile to yourself. Huh. Okay. I was hoping I wouldn’t get someone annoying. You sound sane.

Levi, miles away in the Survey Corps headquarters, blinks slowly at the wall in front of him.

You’re very confident for someone who just met their soulmate, he thinks.

I’m choosing optimism, you reply immediately. You should try it sometime.

Levi almost smiles.

.

After that, you talk every night.

It becomes routine faster than either of you expected, your thoughts finding each other easily at the end of long days as if your minds already know the path to one another. You tell him about Trost, about the markets and the crowds and the way the smell of fresh bread carries down the street in the mornings, and he tells you very little about where he is but enough that you begin to understand. He’s a soldier in the Survey Corps. It’s dangerous. You know that. Everyone knows that. You realize this slowly over several conversations, the pieces fitting together in your mind until one night he says quietly:

I might not answer for a few days.

Your stomach tightens. Why?

There’s a long silence before he answers. Expedition.

You sit on the edge of your bed, staring at the floor.

Be careful, you think.

Levi is sitting in the barracks sharpening his blades when he hears that, and something in him shifts in a way he doesn’t entirely understand yet. I always am, he replies.

.

During the expedition, when the sky is too open and the Titans are too close and the air smells like blood and fear, Levi finds himself thinking of you without meaning to.

You would hate this, he thinks once while riding through the trees.

I already do, you reply instantly, somewhere safe inside the walls. 

Levi exhales quietly through his nose because somehow, even from this distance, hearing your voice makes the world feel steadier. He talks to you in his head when he’s stressed. When he’s tired. When he can’t sleep. And he’d never admit it, but also when he’s lonely.

You feel his emotions sometimes—bursts of adrenaline, exhaustion so heavy it feels like sinking into deep water, loneliness he never talks about out loud—and you begin to understand that Levi, wherever he is and whatever rank he holds, carries the weight of too many people on his shoulders.

You become his quiet place. The voice he listens for when everything else is too loud.

.

You ask to meet him many times. 

You come through Trost sometimes, right? you ask one night while lying on your back staring at the ceiling.

Sometimes.

Then we should meet.

There’s a long pause.

I don’t have time for personal affairs, Levi replies.

You frown slightly. I’m not an affair. I’m literally your soulmate.

Levi rubs his temple slowly in the dark. I’m busy.

You sigh dramatically in your thoughts. You’re avoiding me.

I’m not.

You are.

Levi doesn’t respond to that.

But the truth is he is avoiding it, because meeting you would make this real in a way that scares him more than Titans ever have. Because right now you’re a voice and a presence and a comfort that fits neatly into the spaces of his life without disrupting anything, and he’s not sure if he deserves more than that.

Still, the conversations continue. Weeks pass. Months.

You know his favorite tea, his least favorite people, how he hates messiness and worships cleanliness, how he prefers quiet over crowds. He knows how you organize recipes and ingredients in your mind when you cook, how you talk too fast when you’re excited, how you always think out loud when you’re trying to solve a problem.

You know everything about each other except what the other looks like.

.

One afternoon, while you’re walking through the markets, you suddenly hear his voice again.

Are you in Trost today?

You blink in surprise. Yes. Why?

Levi doesn’t respond for a good thirty seconds. It’s long enough that you stop walking. Then he says, I have a day off. Meet me near the market fountain.

Your heart immediately starts racing. Are you serious?

Yes.

You grin.

Okay. I’ll be there in five minutes.

.

You recognize him immediately.

You don’t know his face, but the moment your eyes land on him, standing near the fountain with his hands in his pockets and his expression calm and slightly impatient, it feels like you're coming home.

It’s you, you think.

He looks directly at you.

Yes.

You walk closer. He’s much shorter than you expected, but he’s solid, sharp-eyed, and dressed in the uniform of the Survey Corps. And very attractive. The thought slips into your mind before you can stop it.

Oh. He’s hot.

Levi’s eyebrows lift slightly. You’re not subtle.

You freeze. Your face immediately heats. “You heard that,” you say out loud.

“I hear everything you think,” Levi replies calmly.

You groan. “This is going to be a problem.” Levi almost smiles.

You spend the day together in Trost, walking through the market, talking both out loud and in your thoughts. The conversation flows easily like it always has, except now you can see how his eyes soften slightly when you laugh and he can see the way you look at him when you think he isn’t paying attention.

He’s quieter in person than he is in your head. You smile more than expected. You sit together near the wall for a while, watching people pass by, comfortable in the silence.

I’m glad you came, you think.

Levi looks at you.

Me too.

At the end of the day, he walks you back toward your street. Neither of you really wants to say goodbye, but neither of you knows what comes next either.

You stop walking. “So,” you say quietly.

Levi nods once. “So.”

Neither of you talks for a moment. Then, before you can stop yourself, you lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek. You don’t even take the time to wait to see his reaction—you turn and start running away. He watches you go until you disappear around the corner, one hand rising to touch his cheek.

Levi smiles.

.

That night, when you’re lying in bed, you wait. You’ve made a habit of it now—you know you need to stop. A few minutes later, his voice appears in your mind again. 

You still awake?

I was waiting for you, you reply.

There’s a long silence. Then Levi thinks something very quietly, so quietly it almost feels like he didn’t mean for you to hear it.

I think… I like you.

You turn over and press your face into your pillow, unable to hold back your smile.

Yeah, you think back softly. Me too.

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