“The commander told me to tell you that you need to give me a kiss.”
Levi looked up from the papers he was reading, peering at you with raised eyebrows. His face remained neutral, unchanging, but on closer inspection, one could see a flicker of amusement in those cloudy, stormy grey eyes of his.
“Oh?” Levi mused, pushing his chair back from his desk, gaze following you as you moved closer to him. You’d taken off your Scout jacket and tied it around your hips, your boots having been toed off by the door upon your entry, leaving you to roam around in your socks. Levi would be lying if he said that seeing you like that—relaxed, unguarded, at ease, familiar—didn’t make warmth bloom in his chest and butterflies erupt in his stomach. “Did he, now?”
“He did.” You nodded matter-of-factly, straddling his lap once you were right in front of him. Levi let it happen, used to your antics at that point, and let his hands settle on your hips. “You can’t disobey the commander, captain. I wouldn’t want to report you for not following orders.”
Levi hummed. “Perish the thought,” he said, deciding to entertain you and play along with your little game. “Come here, then. Orders are orders.”
You giggled, and Levi’s lips quirked up into the tiniest little smile. Barely noticeable, but there. Then, without warning, Levi’s lips crashed against yours in a hot, passionate kiss, making you gasp, but you soon melted into the kiss. One kiss turned into two, two turned into three until soon enough, you were lifted onto his desk, papers scattering to the floor. He would certainly complain about the mess later, but that was future you’s problem.
The order had been a kiss, but it’s better to be thorough, right?
a/n: i saw a prompt on pinterest and sprinted to write this...in february. this has been in my drafts since february. sorry for the lack of writing, especially long-form, angels. as soon as life settles down, i’m hoping to get some longer writing done.
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Levi woke up to a tiny hand poking his cheek, followed by a giggle when he went "tch". Levi's eyes opened reluctantly and he spotted his toddler awake and smiling at him. "It's 5 in the morning." The toddler gave him a wide, gummy smile little grey eyes looked up at him, just like his own. "Not that it bothers you." Levi stated, rubbing his tired eyes. You were asleep beside him. He kept the toddler to his side so he wouldn't wake you as well, one sleep deprived parent was enough.
He turned to the toddler who was now climbing onto his chest, Levi's arms were held out to grab him if he fell. "Why so early today, kid?" The kid immediately fussed. Levi smirked. HIs tiny hand held Levi's jaw. "You hungry?" The toddler only moved his hand higher and tugged at Levi's hair. "No, my hair is not a toy." He stopped and yawned, his tiny face scrunched up. His tiny cheek pressed against Levi's chest and he tried to fall asleep. The innocent affection made Levi's chest warm. "Out cold after ruining my sleep schedule?" He spoke softly though, pulling the blanket over them both and glancing over at your sleeping face which looked similar to the little face on his chest.
There were soft, little breaths against Levi's chest. A soft tuft of hair that matched yours lay perfectly in front of him.
He felt you shift beside him, moving to snuggle up by his side. Levi kept one hand on the little guy's back and the other under your head as you slept.
midnight thoughts about cadet reader who’s odm gear doesn’t quite fit right on the first try-on. so many straps and buckles, way too big to fit in them without specific tailoring, which was a little embarrassing at first.
the straps around your underarms and shoulders where your holster was only stuck out at the pressure of your bust. thigh garter and belt where you’d hold your blades didn’t sit right at all, it was rather tight and didn’t even reach the buckle from your thighs. it was vital that it all fit properly, for obvious reasons.
being escorted personally by captain levi to retrieve and try on your new and improved gear was unexpected, to say the least.
a few things needed to be extended, or moved up, even shortened to fit your stature correctly.
his hand carefully pulled at the straps slung across your behind, making you tense slightly at his hands now on your hips, but it did fit, and didn’t feel as tight as before. you tried to solely think about that.
he moved around to your front, then placing his hand under the holster and pulling at it, pushing gently against your breast. not purposely, you had to remind yourself. again.
your face reddened at his proximity alone.
“better?”
he asked, your eyes roaming to his. you nodded gently,
“yes, captain”
he emit a hum of approval, before then bending down below you.
his hand came up to your thigh, hooking around the garter strap, pulling at that too. seeing levi like this felt rather inappropriate, but this was important. it was crucial to secure your gear properly if you were going to join missions.
you continuously had to tell yourself not to think of this in any other way except that it was a professional matter.
as did your captain,
however, he got a rather good kick out of the fact that you were too fucking hot to fit in typical gear.
~ Husband!Levi wakes up before you every single morning. He pads around the house barefoot, starts the kettle, and takes his time preparing tea, one cup for himself, and one exactly the way you like it. He just sits beside you on the bed, watching your chest rise and fall. There’s something calming about the sight of you tucked under the covers, wearing one of his old shirts.
~ Husband!Levi is absurdly territorial, not in a jealous way, but in a quiet, calculated way only people with survival instincts notice. He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t argue. He just watches. eyes sharp, jaw tight. When someone gets too familiar with you. He steps closer, hand resting low on your back, fingers lightly tapping your spine. If someone pushes past you in a crowd, Levi’s the type to grab your waist and reposition you next to him with zero hesitation.
~ Husband!Levi keeps your home cleaner than most hospitals, but he doesn’t mind your clutter. Only yours. Your clothes on the floor? He folds them. Your hair in the drain? He scoops it out. You could leave makeup all over the sink and papers scattered on the table and he wouldn’t say a thing, he just cleans around them. He once found your necklace tangled on the bathroom counter and spent thirty minutes undoing the knot before hanging it carefully on your nightstand.
~ Husband!Levi wears his wedding ring like armour. He’s not flashy. He didn’t want some expensive band, and he didn’t want to make a big deal about the ceremony. But that ring? He touches it constantly — when he’s thinking, when he’s irritated, when he misses you. It grounds him. If he has to take it off for work or training, he keeps it in a tiny cloth pouch tucked inside his inner jacket pocket, and he checks for it twice before putting his gear on.
~ Husband!Levi remembers every tiny thing about you, especially the things you forget. He knows your coffee order, your shoe size, what side of the bed you prefer, and exactly how long your bad moods last when you’re sleep-deprived. You’ll mention craving something in conversation, days later, it’s in the fridge. You’ll complain about a headache, he’ll hand you water and your preferred meds before you even ask. He doesn't make a show of it. He just...pays attention
~ Husband!Levi doesn’t verbalize “I love you”, but when he does, it means everything. He’s not careless with words. He’ll call you “brat” or “woman” or “pain in my ass,” but when it comes to the real thing, he doesn’t waste it. He says “I love you” on nights when the world feels too heavy. When you’re curled up in bed, when you’ve had a terrible day, when you’re not even looking at him and he can finally say it without being overwhelmed by your reaction. It’s always low, always gruff. Sometimes it slips out when he’s holding you too tight. Other times it’s whispered when he thinks you’re asleep.
~ Husband!Levi is physical, not in a lustful way, but in a grounding way. He needs to touch to believe you’re real. When you sit beside him, his hand will automatically land on your thigh. When your cooking, he’ll press a kiss to your shoulder. If you’re standing together in silence, he’ll brush his fingers along your arm or let your pinkies link. You once asked him if he even noticed how often he touched you. He stared for a moment and said, “Not really. Feels normal.” And that’s the thing with Levi, touching you isn’t supposed to be showy. It’s instinct.
~ Husband!Levi is surprisingly soft when you're sick or injured—even if you're being a stubborn brat about it. You could be sneezing nonstop, wrapped in a hundred blankets, claiming you’re “fine,” and he’ll just frown and say, “Bullshit.” He’ll monitor your temperature, feed you soup (homemade or not, he makes sure it’s hot), fluff your pillows, and glare at you if you try to get out of bed. The only time he ever truly panicked was when you got hurt badly once, he didn’t say much then, just held your hand until you came to, knuckles white from how hard he gripped you.
~ Husband!Levi doesn’t believe in grand romantic gestures, but you’ll never have to ask for flowers. He brings them anyway. Not for show. Just… when he’s thinking of you. He’ll come home after a long day, toss his coat on the chair, and hand you a small bouquet without saying anything. Sometimes they’re wildflowers, sometimes fresh lavender, sometimes from a stall near work. He acts like it’s no big deal. “Don’t make it weird,” he’ll say as you smile and coo over them, cheeks turning pink. But he likes seeing them in a vase on the windowsill. He glances at them every time he walks by.
~ Husband!Levi doesn’t smile much, not with his mouth, anyway. But with you, his whole face softens. His voice drops a little lower. His brows relax. His shoulders ease. You tell a bad joke, and while he doesn’t laugh, his lips twitch and he shakes his head like he can’t believe he married someone like you. He stares at you sometimes when you’re not looking—long, quiet stares filled with so much weight it knocks the breath out of you when you finally catch him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, grinning. He shrugs. “Just… still figuring out how I got this lucky.”
a/n: merry christmas everyone and happy birthday Levi :D
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Levi loves you fresh out the shower.
You know how particular he is about cleanliness, so when his partner is all clean and soft…he adores it, more than he will admit.
So when you climb into bed beside him, hair damp and skin soft from your lotion, your not surprised to find him automatically pulling you towards him and onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs.
“You showered?”
“Mhmm.”
Levi buries his face into your neck without a second thought, you shiver as you feel his nose brush against your neck.
He slowly meets your eyes. “you smell good.” he comments, a hand coming up to run through your hair.
He leans forward slightly, lips brushing against yours.
his lips latch onto yours, the hand in your hair moving to your cheek, holding your face as he kisses you.
You both slowly break away, you giggle as you notice the slight flush of his cheeks.
“Your blushing, Levi.” You tease.
“…i’m not blushing.” His eyes dart away from your face.
Levi’s greatest weakness was you, and despite his best efforts at hiding it, you see right through him.
