#ryan ackerman x reader

[onsunnyside]

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 🌟💦

the urge has won and I’m throwing very impromptu party for all the underrated and underappreciated cevans daddies. It’s time to give them the love they deserve.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | super impromptu: Dec. 6 (to 3pm EST on the 7th) *CLOSED*

˚*｡:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ |  𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬)

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: must include the following characters: Jake Jensen, James Mace, Ryan Ackerman, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea, Jake Wyler, and Bryce Langley. any aus and tropes accepted (fluff, dark, anything slutty or soft really). Additional daddies: Syd, Lucas Lee, Frank Adler, and Nick Gant.

Before sending a prompt, please check the list of completed drabbles in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #underrated daddy party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

Reminder: my blog is 18+ — minors DNI. [time zone converter]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

#bf stepbro Ryan aka Ari’s little stepbrother!Ryan Ackerman: crushes to lovers (best friend!Ari) | spicier option* (boyfriend!Ari)

space dork!boyfriend!Mace takes you to the planetarium

nasa bros: Mace vs Johnny for airhead!reader (tag)

tattooed and pierced frat boy!Jake Jensen (tag)

#mean daddy jensen: lovesick boyfriend!Jake Jensen turns into mean daddy!Jake Jensen | punishment + humiliation*

Jake Wyler seduces nerd!reader during a tutoring session*

#stoner space nerds: stoner nerd!boyfriend!Jake Jensen invites his plug co-nerd!Mace over for some weed and space documentries*

shy boyfriend!Jensen wants you to ride him*

grumpy!Mace x shy!sunshine!reader

fake good!mean boyfriend!Jake Jensen x airhead!reader (tag)

frat bros!Johnny Storm & Jake Wyler have a thing for the same girl

#underrated daddy party #onsunnyside #Ryan Ackerman #James Mace #Jake Jensen #Jake Wyler #Colin Shea #Johnny Storm #Bryce Langley #chrisevans #Chris evans #Chris evans characters #cellular #sunshine #Colin shea x reader #bryce langley x reader #johnny storm x reader #ryan ackerman x reader #James mace x reader #mace x reader #Ryan x reader #jake jensen x reader #jake wyler x reader #Chris evans x reader #my masterlist

[georgiapeach30513]

I cheated and picked hockey as I warned you I would but legitimately spinned for Ryan Ackerman, soulmates, and teacher/student 🤔

🤭 😈 oh man!!! This one is so good!!

You were supposed to be having fun with your girls, and go see some cute hockey players at a game. And then you felt things shift. Your vision hones in on number five. And he sees you. This is a college game, and you can’t get involved. But you can’t breathe. And then…number five shows up in your classroom. And ruins everything. For your career.

#moodboards #Ryan Ackerman x reader

[eulalielatibule]

🫧Eulalielatibule's Masterlist🫧

These stories, even the not smutty ones, are for people that are 18+ only. This is for my comfort. If you cannot respect that you will be blocked.

(⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

The Purrfect Pair AU: Wanda Maximoff x Black Cat!Hybrid!Reader

Every witch has her black cat familiar.

I'll Be There For You: Bucky Barnes x Platonic Fem!Reader

Bucky comes over to comfort you.

Lost Item: Jake Jensen x Autistic Fem!Reader

Jake has misplaced his phone. Again.

Merman!Ryan Ackerman x Surfer Fem!Reader

A handsome merman saves you after you drown at Santa Monica beach.

To The Salon!: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

You repair an old teddy bear for Steve.

Let Your Heart be Light: Andy Barber x Autistic Fem!Reader

Andy gives you a surprise at the office holiday party.

Pine-ing For You: Roommate!Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

You take your roommate, Ransom, to your family's Christmas celebration.

Soft!Ransom headcanons

(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

#autistic!reader #woc!reader #bucky barnes x reader #jake jensen x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ryan ackerman x reader #my writing

[visbiscuit]

Whistle Stop ( steve rogers version, +18 )

Vis’ Dump → Masterlist Original Version → Whistle Stop

I am NOT responsible for your media consumption. This blog is intended for a mature audience as are the stories on it. So if you are not at least 18, I suggest you read something else. If you recognize any name or characters, that means that I have no copyright on them, but their action in this work of fiction are mine as is the plot. This is a no-profit written work and I don’t condone republishing it or copying it. Please, if you want to support me, reblog/like or comment. Thank you :)

pairing: Thief!Steve Rogers x FemReader ( no description of ethnicity or body type ) … word count: 1k+ … warnings: this was written for ryan ackerman (you can find that on my profile) but i loved it too much so here i am changing the main male character. male receives oral sex. sort of sub!steve and dom!reader. if you squint, the reader plays with steve's ass (who wouldn't). praising. the thief part... does not exist, i couldn't concentrate enough because i wanted to write smut. IF YOU'RE A MINOR, DO NOT CONTINUE. this is not a work for people under eighteen years old, I don't care if you feel old enough to read smut. you're probably not.

you're welcome to reblog, comment and like!

That's why his former boss hadn't allowed anyone to meet his daughter. That woman... she was a menace.

"Shit."

Droplets of sweat beaded on Steve's forehead. The feel of her mouth around his cock had rendered him speechless. He was unable to formulate a meaningful sentence, the only thing he could do was thank the heavens for that unexpected gift. And she hadn't even started yet. Her lips travelled his length gently and with a feigned innocence. They bathed in his liquid and, like a barter, she spit on his cock every now and then and with a controlled gesture of her hand spread it around his size. Her knees must have ached on the wooden floor, but at that moment Steve was focused on something else entirely.

Her tapered fingers encircled him in an oh-so-delicious grip that made his inner thighs tremble. He hadn't entered that house with the intention of fucking whoever was there, certainly not, but he would never, ever complain about what was happening. His eyes were closed tightly, he knew that if he gave her even a glance, he would come after not even a second. If he had, he would have seen a smirk on the young woman's face and a look of complete hypnotization at the sight of his abs writhing with every breath he took. It had all happened so quickly; she had wasted no time in pushing Steve onto the leather couch and kneeling down like it was her favourite thing to do. Like she was born to do that. She had unzipped his fly with urgency and left a kiss on his member through his boxers. In retrospect, the fact that he was already sitting down had helped him, because that simple, pure kiss had shaken him to the point where he had let out a rough, still premature moan from the back of his throat. She had simply chuckled and gone to work.

When she had removed his boxers completely, she had spent a few seconds staring at him. Although his length was impressive, it was his size that had her mouth-watering, ready to sling herself at his cock. It wasn't like her to act this way, but the sight of Steve's body had turned her into a hungry animal. Her hunger could only be quenched this way.

She began softly, with gentle kisses all over his member until she enveloped the tip of his cock with her lips. A trickle of saliva wet her chin, but that was the least of her worries. Now what she cared about was the way he tried to stifle his moans in futile attempts that did nothing but make her even wetter. She didn't care about being fucked, as long as she could taste him in his entirety. She sucked the head of his cock vigorously, but didn't push herself any deeper. She wanted to be watched like the star of a movie, his eyes had to be on her to imprint an image in his mind that he would hardly forget.

With manicured nails, she pinched his inner thigh and his clear eyes stared at her with surprise and curiosity. "I want you to look at me, Steve," he shook his head, not thinking he'd be able to sustain her passion-filled eyes. "If I don't have your eyes on me, I won't continue" she told him ending the sentence with a squeeze to his balls that made him shudder. He took a big breath and nodded; he would do his best. "Good boy" she gave him a wink.

Then, with a gesture of exhausting slowness, she hollowed her cheeks around his large manhood and took him entirely inch by inch. She never took her eyes off his and contracted the muscles of her throat. Steve could hold himself back no longer and let out a choked moan that echoed through the walls of the living room. The woman ran all the way backwards along his cock, and then, like an expert, repeated the movement over and over again, with greater and greater intensity. Her hands were not still, one was cupping his balls and the other one was caressing his ass, occasionally grazing his anus. He had never allowed anyone to touch him there, but every time her index finger asked permission to enter him, he felt himself melting. He was ready to give to this stranger his most treasured possession if only she asked.

He tried to hold on to her head to take control of the situation and delay the inevitable, but she wouldn't let him do anything and continued her assault on his intimacy. He was her puppet and she was the puppeteer. They had never met before, but it was as if she knew all his weak buttons and was ready to push them all without mercy. Usually, he was the one to take control, but he felt like pudding in her hands.

Her mouth was warm and wet, a place he would gladly lose himself for the rest of his days. The sensations blurred his vision and several times he had to concentrate to keep his gaze glued to her face. She was an angel who was dragging him to hell with her. A fallen angel with black wings. The way he moved her head up and down seemed simultaneously unrestrained and controlled in every minute detail.

He gave her no warning, not that he could have. His orgasm hit him like a runaway train. As unexpected as the whole situation. She was not at all unprepared, she swallowed every drop of his cum as if she needed it. Her thirst had finally been quenched, but she didn't stop moving on his cock. She touched it and stimulated it until he begged her to stop. He couldn't take it anymore, he felt he had no strength to get up or speak. His chest moved slowly, trying to regain its balance as she wiped her mouth of a few ribbons of cum she hadn't managed to catch. She had never stopped smiling at him. She felt proud of herself for making the man in that condition.

"I knew you were a good boy."

#steve rogers smut #smut #steve smut #tony stark #steve rogers #chris evans smut #smutty smut #chris smut #captain americ #captain america smut #steve rogers x fem reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader smut

[wiypt-writes]

25 Days Of Chris-Mas

Day 3: Here’s To You, Mrs Robinson

Summary: Ryan takes you with him to meet the Martins.

Pairing: Ryan Ackerman (Cellular) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, Adult situations, Alcohol, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: 1.6k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission.By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Day 2: Kyle (The Perfect Score)

'Bells will be ringing this sad sad news. Oh what a Christmas to have the blues. My baby's gone I have no friends. To wish me greetings once again.....' 

 You tuned out the Eagles as Ryan spoke up. "You okay?"

 "Yeah," you replied, taking in the posh neighborhood you were driving through.

 Palm trees with lights, expensive homes decorated no doubt professionally given the nature of the skillset. It was a far cry from your small hometown.

“We don’t have to stay long, just have dinner and then back to yours.” Ryan looked at you as he started to slow, “I just feel like I had to show up, you know?”

“Well, you’ve been going almost every Christmas Eve for what, four years now?”

"Yeah, the Martins have kept in contact with me since everything happened. It's only a few times a year but...."

"I think it's nice, I just... I've never met them and it feels a little odd on Christmas Eve, you know.”

“Don’t sweat it, Peach, they’re gonna love you. Just like I do.”

"I love you too," you sighed, taking his outstretched hand. "And thank you, Ryan, for spending Christmas with me. I didn't want to go home to an empty house for two weeks."

He chuckled, “like I’d wanna spend it any other way. It’s gonna be fun!”

"I'm excited to see your family tomorrow," you added.

You and Ryan had been together since the end of the last Spring term, having met in your Economics lecture and finding out you shared English together as well. Now, ten months in, you were definitely in love and spending holidays with families.

Ryan pulled into the long drive of the mansion before you and you looked out over the windshield. Your eyes grew large as a man whom you assumed to be Mr. Martin come from the large doors, a young man behind him.

"That's Craig, Mr. Martin and their son, Ricky."

“Okay,” you nodded licking your lips. Ryan gave your hand another quick squeeze and you both climbed out of the car.

You adjusted your flowy skirt and pushed up your sweater sleeves as you walked to the front of the car with Ryan, dressed in slacks and a button down.

"Mr. Martin," he smiled and stepped into the father-son like hug Mr. Martin held out for him.

“Craig, please Ryan! How long have we known each other?”

Ryan smiled before he turned and gave Ricky a five. “What’s up Squirt?"

"Dude, I'm fifteen!"

"Still a squirt."

Ricky rolled his eyes and Ryan stepped back. “This is Y/N,” he reached for your hand.

You smiled and shook Craig's outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you, Merry Christmas."

Then did the same with Ricky.

"Come inside, Jessica is just getting things finished up. Can I get you two something to drink?"

“I’ll take a beer, please.” Ryan nodded, “you want a gin, Y/N?”

"Please," you replied shyly.

“Beer and Gin, you got it.” Craig led you both inside the huge entrance hall and directed you through to a room on the right. "Jessica, honey," he paused, "Ryan and Y/N are here."

At that, another door opened and you turned as a woman bustled into the hall and Ryan smiled.

“Hey, Jessica!”

"Ryan, sweetheart, Merry Christmas," she smiled.

Your eyes took in the tall buxom blonde with full lips and sultry eyes. 'Wow.' You thought.

"Jessica, this is my girlfriend, Y/N."

"Oh it's so nice to meet you. Ryan's told us a bit about you. I'm glad you could come tonight." Jessica hugged you. You smiled politely and stepped back from her embrace.

“Thanks for having me, I’ve heard a lot about you so it’s nice to meet you.”

"Same here, sweetie."

"You have a beautiful home," you complimented. Your eyes roamed the floor to ceiling windows with the beachfront view.

"Thank you. After everything... With how we met Ryan, I told Craig I didn't want to live in that house anymore. So.... Here we are."

“Yeah, I can’t say I blame you.” You nodded.

"Anyway, Craig's getting your drinks, why don't we go sit in the lounge, dinner is just about ready. Ricky, help your father."

"These are for you," Ryan handed over the bag of packages for the Martin family that you had wrapped delicately and neatly.

Craig returned with your drinks, Ricky helping with the beers and two gins for you and whom you now deemed the new 'Mrs Robinson' in your head.

"Estelle said it'll be another twenty minutes before dinner, so why don't we open our gifts now and then it'll be time to eat?" Craig offered.

“Oh that’s a fabulous idea!” Jessica smiled, “Craig, honey, could you get the ones from under the tree for Ryan and Y/N?”

Craig nodded and moved briskly to the corner of the room where the brilliantly decorated and brightly lit Christmas tree stood so that passers-by from the beach could see the lustrous Noble.

In no time, paper was strewn on the floor and tissue too, while you looked at the beautiful cashmere blanket you'd been given, Ryan a pot of zinc sun protection along with a fancy surfboard servicing kit which came in a gorgeous wooden box. The Martins were also looking over their gifts, Mrs. Martin delightfully happy, surprisingly, about the handmade candles you'd found at the farmers market for her.

“These smell divine, Y/N,” she beamed, taking a sniff of one. 

“They’re all Christmas scented,” you shrugged a little and smiled, “they just seemed nice when we saw them.”

With a warm smile she nodded and set the candles down on the coffee table.

It was then a small, Hispanic woman peered into the room, "dinner is ready, Mrs. Martin."

Jessica turned around, "thank you." She smiled as she walked over to the woman. "Go home, we can take care of the rest."

The woman beamed and thanked her, wishing you all a happy evening and merry Christmas before she left.

The dinner was lovely, the food top quality and it was a fairly pleasant evening, but you couldn’t help but notice the more Jessica drank the “warmer” she became towards Ryan. Little touches to his arm here, a loud laugh and a wink there…

And either Ryan was playing dumb or he was dumb, you didn’t know which one was worse.

As nice as the Martins were, and the clear relationship they'd developed with Ryan over the years, you were glad to go when the time came. You gave them all polite hugs, trying not to stink eye Mrs Robinson as her hands rubbed up and down your boyfriends’ back. It wasn't until halfway down their drive and around the bend from their Malibu home did you look to Ryan with a sigh.

"So you ever get some one on one time with Mrs Robinson?"

“What?”

"Have you and Jessica ever..."

"No!"

You took a deep breath and looked out of the window.

“What the… why the fuck would you even think that? She’s old enough to be my mom!”

"Just asking. She's a little friendly with you after a few drinks. Sorta touchier than I expected, I didn't mean anything by it. Sorry."

Ryan looked at you for a moment before he snorted, “you think I got a Stiffler’s mom thing going on?”

"Yep," you popped the 'p'.

At that he laughed, “no, absolutely not. That said, I do have a thing for older women, otherwise I wouldn’t be with you.”

“Two months you jerk!” You slapped his arm.

At that Ryan pulled over at the nearest outlet he could, driving down into a parking lot at the bottom of a hill.

“What are you doing?”

"Making a point." He parked and turned to you.

"Which is?"

His response was to reach out and pull your face to his, kissing you deeply. You whimpered and tried to turn more comfortably only to end up pulled into his lap, enough space given his extended cab truck.

Ryan’s hands slid round your back, one resting on the back of your head as he held your face to his, gentle swipes of his tongue against yours set your skin ablaze.

You pulled back and pressed your forehead into his, repeating your earlier question. “Seriously, Ry, what are you doing?"

“You know, for someone with a first class college degree you’re mighty dumb at times.” He scoffed, pecking your lips, “what does it look like I’m doing?”

"Now? Here?"

“Yup.”

"Okay."

Ryan grinned as your hands went to the waistband of his slacks, gently sliding over his taught abs.

"That's the spirit," he smirked against your neck.

“You’re such an ass,” you scoffed, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips traced a path to that spot behind your ear that always made you melt.

His busy hands bunched that chiffon skirt of yours to your waist as you unzipped the flies of his slacks, pulling him free. Long fingers slid your panties to the side.

A slight shift forward and you sank down on him, a gasp flying from your mouth.

"Oh, Peach," he crooned, his hands at your hips, pulling you further into him as you rolled your hips, meeting his upward ruts.

“Ry…” your hands fell to his shoulders, fingers curling into his shirt, “fuck…right there…”

It was quick, it was dirty, the fact you could be caught at any moment all the more of a turn on as he bounced you on his dick in the dark corner of the lot. In a ridiculously short time he had you panting his name even louder, as he pulled your face down to his. You came, his lips pressed to yours, swallowing your cries as you pulsed around him.

His load filled you and your knees locked at his hips, a heavy grunt from him swallowed down himself.

Sweaty and spent, the pair of you slumped a little in the seat, foreheads pressed together.

And it was then your ears registered the radio softly crooning in the background.

'So here’s to you, Mrs Robinson…' 

🎄🎄🎄🎄

Day 4: Bryce Langley (Fierce People)

#wiypt25daysofchrismas #ryan ackerman #cellular #ryan ackerman x reader #reader insert #chris evans characters

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

alright here goes… i have technically written this many times but i wasn’t confident enough to post it, it either stayed in my drafts or i simply erased it. so yeah as silly it may sound, i don’t have a lot of people to talk to irl, i am not very social irl, but sometimes i do want to have someone with whom i can talk, share things and be myself.

so here i am officially posting about finding character nonnies to talk to with. i know everyone is busy and i respect that, still if someone would want to take out their precious time and talk to me and give me time, it would mean so much to me.

i am mostly pretty active here and it’s alright if you take time to reply but if we could at least talk once a day, i would love that. i often can’t reach out to people because of the fear of being clingy so trust me when i say, it was really really difficult for me to post this. i am kinda nervous.

preferably via DMs otherwise asks.

but it’s really really important for you to be 18+ (preferably 20+) minors do not interact please!! please!!

i was already very doubtful about posting this, so if you are a minor please do not interact. it’s a request!

NSFW can be discussed but mainly i want someone to be kind to me, care about me, to ask about my day or how i am, fluffy stuff, and so on.

Nonnies i am looking for should preferably be Chris Evans characters, I have seen all his movies so I know all his characters.

this is because most of his characters radiate comfort and warmth, i really like that

But I would also like to interact with other Marvel characters.

we can discuss everything like what topics we are comfortable with, how you would like to portray the characters, our limits and so on…

a little about me: hi! you can call me Meera, I am a plus size 22 year old girl, my pronouns her (she/her) i am not very social but i like talking to people on this site, i have been lucky to be able to interact with some great people. so if you would want to take out some time and interact with me, it would be great. i am funny sometimes, my humour is one of the things i like about myself. sometimes i feel insecure about the way i look, but i am trying to accept myself more. i can say that i am a good friend, and i try be kind to people and help them out whenever i can. i am caring, i would love to listen to you and i’ll try to take care of you too! i see a lot of shows and like discussing about them. and, as written earlier, i often can’t reach out to people because of the fear of being clingy, i am afraid i would disturb them so i may need a little reassurance that i am not disturbing you. anyway that is like a very basic introduction and send a DM (preferably) or an ask to know more.

if you see this post and want to help me out, kindly give it some signal boost, thank you!

#chris evans characters #chris evans x reader #roleplay #rp #nonnie #nonnie wanted #anon #character anon #andy barber #steve rogers #frank adler #marvel #mcu #ransom drysdale #marvel characters #ryan ackerman #colin shea #johnny storm #harvard hottie #jake jensen

[brooklyn-boyfriends-blog]

😒

#captain america #chris evans #chris evans masterlist #chris evans x sebastian stan #stucky #andy barber #frank adler #frank endings beginnings #ari levinson #andy barber x reader #sinner as saint #human torch #steve rogers #hugh ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale #knives out #curtis everett #ryan ackerman

[steviesdoll]

Chris Evans as Ryan Ackerman

Cellular (2004)

#ryan ackerman #cellular #chris evans #chris evans x reader #steve rogers #chris evans edit #ransom drysdale #my face reveal #steve rogers x reader

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

VOTE! (NOT FOR A FIC BUT A CHARACTER/CELEBRITY)

So, I'm gonna cancel the yandere series, I really like this one (The Pharaoh x male reader). And because I have never seen one that involves Pharaoh x male reader.

Same rules:

PICK ONE CHARACTER! (Don't say [Character 1] or [Character 2] you must pick or I'll choose for you

You MUST put it in the comments. If you can't type in the comments or you want to stay anonymous, send me an ask with your vote and I'll add it in the comments.

Edward Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Jasper Hale

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Caius

Aro

Marcus

Demetri

Sam Uley

Garett

Tony Stark

Peter Parker (Bumping up his age)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Clint Barton

Pietro Maximoff

Scott Lang

Bruce Banner

Dr. Strange

Loki

Venom

Deadpool

Helmut Zemo

Falcon

Izuku Midoriya

Dabi

Katsuki Bakugou

Mirio Togata

Tenya Lida

All Might

Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Hawks

Eijiro Kirishima

Shoto Todoriki

Chris Hemsworth

Chris Evans

Robert Downey Jr.

Shawn Mendes

Tom Holland

Jeremy Renner

Sebastian Stan

Henry Cavill

Zac Efron

Colby Brock

Brennen Taylor

Sebastian Stan

Jensen Ackles

Jared Padalecki

Anthony Mackey

Aaron Taylor Johnson

Misha Collins

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Matt Cohen

Bryan Dechart

Joe Manganiello

Pedro Pascal

Kim Nam-Joon/RM

Kim Seok-JIn

Min Yoongi

Jung Ho-Seok

Park Ji-Min

Kim Tae-Hyung

Jeon Jung-Kook.

James McAvoy

Ryan Reynolds

Robert Pattinson

Hugh Jackman

Johnny Depp

Scott Eastwood

Jared Leto

Ben Affleck

Ewan McGregor

Channing Tatum

Luke Evans

Tom Hiddleston

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

John Winchester

Lucifer

Crowley

Jack Kline

Young John (Michael)

Dean (Michael)

Adam (Micheal)

Archie Andrews

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Kevin Keller

Hiram Lodge

Malachai

F. P. Jones

Fangs Fogarty

Eren Jaeger

Levi Ackerman

Erwin Smith

Jean Kirstein

Reiner Braun

Kenny Ackerman

Bertolt Hoover

Clark Kent/Superman

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Arthur Curry/Aquaman

Billy Batson/Shazam (Bumping up his age)

Hal Jordan/Green Lantern

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Barry Allen/The Flash

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow

Captain Cold

Captain Atom

Chris Redfield

Leon S. Kennedy

Albert Wesker

Carlos Oliveira

Ethan Winters

Karl Heisenberg

Piers Nivans

Mr. X

Cole Young

Johnny Cage

Scorpion

Kui Liang

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Tyler Lockwood

Matt Donovan

Tobio Kageyama

Kei Tuskishima

Toru Oikawa

Tetsuro Kuroo

Asahi Azumane

Daichi Sawamura

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kotaro Bokuto

Satoru Gojo

Kento Nanami

Aoi Todo

Toji Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Brahms Heelshire

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Stu Matcher

Billy Loomis

Hannibal Lector

Will Graham

Norman Bates

Pyramid head

Sweeney Todd.

Bobby Drake

Scott Summers

Logan Howlett

Erik Lehnsherr

Young Professor X

Scott Mccall

Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

Geralt of Rivia

Ian

Mickey

Collin Shea

Johnny Storm

Jake Jensen

Ari Levinson

Tanner Grayton

RK800 (CONNOR)

RK900 (NINES?)

Gavin Reed

#vote #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #male reader imagine

[onsunnyside]

Oh, son son, that was so sweet.

BUT I’M A WHORE

spicy option bark bark

sweet Ryan drabble. oki just bc you barked so sweetly: (Ari's little stepbrother!Ryan x reader)

"How was it?"

You jump, stumbling into the wall in your thin flip-flops. "Pardon?"

Ryan's blue eyes trail down your figure, noting the wrinkles in your pretty sundress and your quivering legs. "You let him fuck you in his car, huh?"

You gulp, shivering when his fingers tug the strap of your dress. His heat radiated off his toned, tanned body. "Y-Yeah, he's my boyfriend."

With a chuckle, Ryan drops to his knees and disregards his baseball cap to the sand. He kisses your stomach and flips up your dress with ease, tutting his tongue. "Oh, no panties, baby?"

"He didn't give them back." A gasp slips from your swollen lips when he hooks your knee over his shoulder.

Ryan presses a series of soft, delicate kisses along your thighs, drawing closer to your sore cunt. Your folds are still wet and messy—because Ari loved leaving his mark on you, claiming your most sensitive spot, the very spot inches away from his little stepbrother.

His tongue slowly drags up your slit before he latches onto your puffy clit. He hums around the bundle, rubbing the erect nerves with his tongue as a finger prods at your creamy hole.

He pulls away with a growl, licking the smeared juices from your inner thighs. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind me cleaning you up, right, bunny?"

"I-I don't know—" You whimper, your walls clenching around his long digit, "He's gonna notice I'm gone."

"Eh, he'll find something to keep himself entertained. Ain't it funny how we both have the same taste? We both like seeing you all messy and ruined, jumping at the slightest touch." He proves his point by blowing on your clit, making you twitch and fist his hair. "It's either you let me have you now, or you and me take a walk under the pier... which is far busier than here." He gestures to the small corner of the parking lot, secluded by trees and shrubbery. "Regardless, I'm gonna get my fill."

#sonny drabbles #underrated daddy party #ryan ackerman x reader #ryan ackerman drabble #ryan ackerman #ryan loving hours #ryan ackerman fanfiction #ryan x reader #ryan ackerman fanfic #ryan ackerman smut #cellular #ryan smut #bf stepbro ryan

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Action

Summary: Title: curvy slut destroyed by big jock dick

Pairings: Ryan Ackerman x “Curvy”!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, personal trainer porn, hole in pants porn, filming, porn star

(A/N: omg what if you guys don’t get the joke. Oh well. We’ll see. Not proofread. ALSO I decided to change it to Colin halfway through. Realized I felt nothing and then changed it back so if you see any Colin’s mind your business ☺️ Thanks for reading. Like follow and reblog with a comment 💜✌🏾)

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“Action!”

““Is everything okay?”

You’d been trying so hard to get it in with Ryan. You were so happy that it was finally happening. Everyone was obsessed with him and all the girls you knew that got him were very happy afterwards.

Today you were in your leggings getting ready for everything. As you’d been getting ready to leave you’d noticed something. A hole.

“Um, I kind of have a problem,” you said through the door.

“What’s up?”

“I grabbed the wrong leggings and there’s a hole.”

“Ah, shit,” he said. “And you don’t have another pair. “No. I mean I guess I can workout in my jeans.”

“Nah that’ll be uncomfortable,” he said. “You won’t be able to stretch.”

You groaned and took a deep breath as you looked down. Well it’s not like he could see it unless you were gapped open. From the way you were standing it was pretty well hidden.

You opened the door and poked your head out. Seeing him on the other side with a smile as soon as he saw you. “And there she is,” he said. “You okay?”

As you attempted to calm your nerves, you nodded. You could do this. It was no big deal. He probably wouldn’t even see anything. “Yeah. I think we’re good.”

“Yeah? What about your pants?”

“Just… keep your eyes up here, Mister,” you said using your pointer finger to circle up your face.

Ryan chuckled. “Of course. You’re the boss.”

The both of you got to work and it really wasn’t that bad at first. He was really good hyping you up first of all. Which is why you loved working out with him and only him. His energy felt so contagious.

Then he had you do squats which is when you started to feel a little self-conscious. “I dunno, Ryan what if it shows too much.”

“You’ll be fine. Promise.”

So far things were going pretty normal until he grabbed your hips. Having to stand behind you to get you into the right position. Way too close.

“See you come down like this,” he said as he helped him. Moving his hips with you. His crotch lined up with your ass. “That’s it. Just like that, that’s my girl,” he said as he went down with you again. The affirmation made you falter but he was right there to grab the weight. Steadying you as soon as he could. “Damn, you good?”

You nodded not sure what the hell you were even supposed to say after s moment like that.

“Alright, how about we take 5. Do some stretches. Then see what we can do next.”

See now this was the embarrassing part. You tried to keep your legs closed as you followed him, but you hadn’t realized how open you had to be to do this in the first place.

And Ryan certainly noticed that you weren’t doing exactly everything just like he’d shown you. “No, you’re supposed to do it like this,” he said grabbing your thigh and moving you into the correct position. Leaving you spread open, pussy clearly visible.

“Hey!” You protested trying to move his hand away.

“I know, I know, but you have to get this right,” he said spreading it until you could feel the stretch in your thigh. “Feeling’ it yet?”

You nodded and then he went to sit behind you so he could help with your other leg. Once again way too close.

“There we go. That’s my girl,” he said into your ear making you tingle.

“Um, Ryan?”

“Yeah?” He asked as his hands tracked a little higher so he could make you go deeper into positions. “Ow!”

“Shit, sorry,” he said releasing you. “Don’t wanna push you too hard.”

You were feeling a little self conscious because you were pretty sure that all that stretching had made an already bad situation even worse. Then he had you bend over with your ass up in the air. Fuck he could certainly see it now.

“Ry- Ryan, I do- don’t th-think,” you stuttered out as he grabbed your hands from behind you. He’d placed a throw pillow down so you could rest your forehead on it as he helped stretch out your back.

Then he pushed your hips up. Making your ass go straight in the air. “Wait,” he chuckled, “that’s right. I forgot about the hole.” He laughed as he leaned forward to touch it. Hitting you right against your slit.

“Hey!”

“Shit, sorry.” He laughed then did it again. “Wait! You bad girl! You’re not wearing panties.”

“Hey!” You protested again. He stopped but then he went back to pressing against you.

“Here. Just,” he put his hands on your hips again moving his crotch right there. “Right, there. Feel that?”

Oh you certainly did. His middle flexing against you as he pulled you into him. Could feel him getting hard against you in his sweats. Goddamn. If he wasn’t holding you up, you know you would have dropped to the floor.

“Shit,” he said pulling back. “Damn you made a mess on me.”

Your face heated up and you were gonna say something when he put his hand back into the crotch of your pants. Making you jump when he once again poked at your pussy lips. Rubbing up and down your slit.

“Jesus Christ, you always get like this when we work out?”

“No,” you whimpered.

“I dunno,” he said in a sing song voice. “Pussy’s wet like you’ve been thinking about it.” You clenched onto nothing as you let out a breathy moan. “That’s better. I see the way you look at me. I know you gotta crush on me.”

His finger dipped in and then out really quickly then stopped to pull the fabric apart even further. “Fuck. Gotta cute pussy. Did you plan this? Knew I wasn’t gonna be able to keep my hands to myself. Thought I’d at least ask you if you wanted a smoothie. Maybe even take you on a date.” Fuck he was so good at this ugh.

Finally he started to push his fingers in. Making your hips lift. Your breathing all hard. “Fuck.”

“Yeah you want that, huh.”

“Uh huh,” you moaned.

That was when he stood up. Pulling himself out of his sweats. He was already pretty hard and had a very nice cock to match his pretty face. You turned so you were right in front of him. Licking your lips before stopping to remove your sports bra.

“Go ahead, Baby,” he said putting his hand on your chin. “Suck my dick.”

You nodded and then quickly got to work. Licking and sucked him up. Getting it all nice and wet. Trying your best to slobber all over it.

“There we go,” he groaned as he thrusted his hips up to your mouth. “There you go. Doing so damn good. Here let me see you slurp all of that up.”

He put his hand on the back of your head as you pushed down into him. He kept whispering to you how good you were doing.

Before you knew it he was sitting on the couch as you road him with your back facing him. He helped you move up and down on top of him with his hands gripping your hips. You were

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moaned.

“That’s right, Baby. Take this dick.”

From there he finally helped you remove your pants before sliding into you again from behind. Moaning as he fucking you a little harder. Making you arch your back and hold your ass at a certain angle.

“Fuck. That feels good,” you moaned.

He chuckled. “Yeah?”

You moaned and then shuddered as you started cumming. “Holy fuck, yeah!” You cried scrunching you your face. “Yes, ugh, yes, Ryan!”

“Fuck, gonna make me fucking cum.” You breathed.

“Damn already?” He asked.

“Uh huh,” you whined as your hips slammed back onto him. “Holy shit!”

“Ah, fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck I’m gonna cum too.”

“Do you wanna slow down?” You asked

“No, no fuck keep going that feels fucking good for me too.” He groaned. “Shit, girl. You have such a tight pussy. Fuck I’m gonna, here,” he groaned as he pulled out so he could sit back. Grabbing you so he could hurry up and turn you around. Aiming his cock right for your lips. Giving you the hint to open your mouth.

As soon as you started bobbing up and down filled your mouth up. Making you swallow the heavy loud. Your eyes looking straight at him as you took him into your throat for the last time as his abs had twitched so he had to pull you off.”

“Cut!”

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[georgiapeach30513]

For the moodboard event I got: Ryan Ackerman, Angst, Cult, Drunk Married, and Breeding 👀😈

This one!!!! I’ve been WAITING for Ryan!!

Ryan was all you could have ever wanted. It was a quick relationship, but both of you loved each other so much. One drunken night was all it took to give you the courage to get married. Now it’s time for him to meet your parents. Surely he wouldn’t care that your dad is a cult leader. And hopefully he doesn’t look too much into how you met him. Nothing is an accident. And you chose the perfect man to mate with

#moodboards #ryan ackerman x reader

[eulalielatibule]

Merman!Ryan Ackerman x Surfer!Reader

(dedicating this to @strawbeariefaerie for helping me think of the idea and brainstorming with me. As with all my other AUs, there will be more parts. If anyone thinks of a fun tag name for it please let me know! Divider was made by @firefly-graphics. Under 1k words but under a keep reading because it's longer than my other blurbs. I might write a full one shot for this but I'm not sure. I hope you all enjoy!)

The waves were perfect today at the Santa Monica beach. It wasn't a very busy day, considering a storm was predicted to come within the next hour or so.

Maybe you shouldn't be doing this, but you had to get more practice in before the big surfing tournament. Just a few waves, that's all.

All geared up with your surfboard and favorite bathing suit on, you paddled out to the waters. It was a little rocky, but nothing you couldn't handle.

A big wave was making it's way to you, so you swam over to it and quickly stood up on your board. You lost your balance just as fast though, and soon you were plunging into the dark, watery depths below.

You woke up, cold and wet and laying on something hard. When you opened your eyes, it was mostly dark and you could hear the sound of a storm coming from outside. You realized you were in a cave and laying on one of the rocks that were above water.

You sat up and tried to gather your surroundings when you heard a voice next to you.

"Be careful, you hurt yourself out there."

Startled, you yelped and looked in the direction the voice was coming from. You could just barely make out the face of a man.

"I- Who are you? And what happened?"

The man chuckled, "my name's Ryan. And I found you when you fell from that thing you were standing on. What is that? I've seen you humans riding them before." He sounded much like a child who's innocent curiosity filled them, made them excited for life and the adventure it would take them on. You would have smiled if you weren't so damn confused.

"My surfboard? Wait, humans? What?"

"You ask a lot of questions." He laughed some more. "Yeah, humans. That is what you are, right?"

"Yes, I'm a human," you answered sharply, "aren't you?"

He answered by splashing you with some water, and then he held something up, something big. Eyes squinted, you leaned closer to him to get a better look. Then you let out a sound of surprise.

"I hit my head, didn't I? I'm hallucinating that you have a tail. Mermaids don't exist."

Ryan laughed again, a handsome smile on his face.

"Mermaid is so outdated. I prefer merman. Do I look like a maiden to you?"

A loud crash of thunder was heard from outside, and you shivered. Both from being cold and the absurdness of the situation. Ryan's smile turned softer as he hoisted himself up next to you on the rock, fin still in the water.

"Are you cold?" He asked he hesitantly held an arm out to you, as if he weren't sure how to warm someone up.

"Y-Yeah." You hugged your arms around yourself. Ryan scoot closer and and gently wrapped his arm around you.

"Is this okay?" He asked softly. You looked up at his face and you smiled.

"Yeah, it's okay."

#ryan ackerman #ryan ackerman x reader #merman!ryan #merman!au #my writing

[sasa-gay-yo]

His Little Teacher (Levi Ackerman x Teacher!Reader)

Request: Here

Summary: You never knew your favorite kindergartener, Isabel Ackerman, had such a good-looking father until Parent-Teacher Conferences. 

Timeline: Modern!AU

Warnings: this bitch is LONG, Some slight mentions of sexual activity, drinkin 

Art Credits: ? help pls

She was the only child who never had a chaperone, or a parent come with cookies or treats on their birthday. If you didn’t look at her profile, you wouldn’t even know what day her birthday was and that it had passed a month prior to today. Even when you would go on field trips, like today, sending home permission slips encouraging parents to come to museum, all that came back was the five dollars for lunch and his elusive signature.

Levi Ackerman

Despite that, you loved the little raven-haired girl. She was smart, she always listened, washed her own face and hands after craft time, and she always talked about her father. Even now, on the bus to the museum with her pink princess backpack on her lap, she was talking about her father to you. From what you gathered, her mother had passed away when she was born, and he was the only one taking care of her. That’s what her preschool teacher had said to you in the teacher’s lounge last week. You felt bad that you judged his parenting when you finally learned that, now knowing he was probably working hard to take care of her and raise her as well as he did. You just wanted parents to be involved with their children, especially with your favorite child. However, from what she’s told you about her father, you didn’t need to worry about that too much.

“And he’s so strong Miss. (Y/L/N)! Yesterday, Daddy and I went to pick out a fish tank and he carried it even full of water to our kitchen table. Daddy got a Dory fish and I got a Nemo fish.” You smiled down at her, nodding at her stories. She grabbed at your hand harder, trying to convince you at how strong her father was. You did wonder what the man looked like, again, having the preschool teachers tell you all about her glorious looking father. Still, halfway through the school year, you’d never met him, and she took the bus back and forth from school every day. You just had his neat signature.

Throughout the whole field trip, she didn’t let go of your hand, dragging you around to all of the stations while you let your other fellow teachers deal with the whole group. They knew that they couldn’t do anything to drag you away from that child. She was like a magnet to you, even on the first day of school. Your fellow teachers said that your first class of students was always special, and so it made sense that you had a relationship with a child like that. Bright-eyed, cute, and very insightful on certain things. The only thing that you would write down on her monthly report cards was how blunt she was to her fellow students.

You would have to hide your laugh with the things she said to them. In her defense, nothing she said was wrong, but you did have to teach her how to give constructive criticism without insulting anyone. When you sat her in the time out corner, she would give an annoying look at the calm-down toys, her arms crossed. It was comical, but oh, so cute. This is why you taught kindergarteners. They were just learning how to live life, and you were there to guide them along on their quite funny mistakes... and you got a front row seat to those hilarious moments.

“Miss. (Y/L/N), did I tell you that Daddy can come to student teacher conferences? He gave me a note to give you!” She dug through her backpack again and pulled out a cleanly folded white piece of paper to give to you.

“That’s great, Isabel! I can tell your father how good you are.” She beamed up at me, and you knew how much she loved when you praised her. It must be what her father does at home. You took time to read the tiny note, taking in neat and orderly handwriting.

Miss. (Y/L/N),

Next week’s Parent-Teacher conference openings are at weird times in my work schedule, but I do really wish to attend to talk about Isabel’s first school year. Is there anyway we can have a meeting later in the night? I’m sorry if it’s too much of you to ask to stay in the building that long, but either 8 or 9pm would work best for me. I am able to get Isabel a babysitter then.

My email is: [email protected]

Thank you in advance,

Levi Ackerman, Isabel Ackerman’s father

There it was, that signature. You had seen it almost every week on a random piece of paper or Isabel’s planner. You would make sure that you would stay late for him. You wanted to meet the man that raised your favorite student on his own. Even if it was Friday and you were planning to go out for drinks, you were sure your friends would understand your lateness.

When you had waved all the children goodbye, including Isabel who was always last on the bus wanting to keep talking to you, you went right away to email Mr. Ackerman back.

Hello Mr. Ackerman,

This is Isabel’s kindergarten teacher, Miss. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). I received your note today, and am totally willing to meet with you at 8:30 or 9 pm. The last scheduled meeting for Friday is at 8:00 pm, so you won’t be holding me back in the building at all. I am excited to meet you and talk about Isabel’s progress!

Best,

(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)

You sent the email and sat back in your chair, thinking about the man before you got to grading the color tests. From what the other teachers had told you, he was short, but very good looking. He also seemed a bit young to be a father, or at least that’s what their judgement was. You probably wouldn’t be very focused on his looks, but his personality. If it was anything like Isabel’s, it was to be enjoyable. You wouldn’t be upset to stay back for that.

In the teacher’s lounge, you took out the early dinner you packed, turning to the others who had done the same. The town had to be small enough that even if they didn’t have Isabel in their class, they would know about the Ackermans. You didn’t grow up in this town, and you only did your student teaching here, so you knew absolutely nothing besides what the PTA moms gossiped loudly about in your classroom.

“Do any of you know about Levi Ackerman? All I’ve heard is that he’s young and good looking. I have a conference with him this week.” You sat down with the younger teachers whom you formed a bond with your first day here. They also looked eager to answer your question in hushed tones.

“The only thing I know is that the woman he got pregnant was like a one-night stand or something. They didn’t like each other, were in the same friend group, and then it was like a drunken fantasy or something.  Then, she shows up a few months later after he got hired at this big company in town, pregnant. Rumors say that she was going to terminate her pregnancy, but he vogued to keep it. The day after Isabel Ackerman’s birth, she took off, never to be heard or seen from again.” You mouth widened as you shoveled in your rice.

“I thought she died? Isabel said something like that.” The all shook their heads no.

“It’s probably what he tells her since she’s too young to understand.” You nodded in agreement and turned to Mella who was student-teaching for the preschool when Isabel was there. She was the one who told you how he looked, and she apparently went to school around him.

“Is he as handsome as they say?” She shrugged and took a drink.

“He is, short, but like, he’s a dark handsome if that makes sense. It’s the personality that people didn’t like. He’s really antisocial and mean to other parents, like he’ll insult you for anything. He was the best at everything during high school, and people always thought he was cocky, hence the attitude..”

“So that’s where Isabel gets her little problem from. I hope he isn’t like the other parents then, thinking their kid is the best. If he is, I guess he’ll just be nice to look at.”

Friday 8:39 PM

“Yes, well, sometimes when we see this behavior in a student, we first tell the parents to see if it is something at home affecting them. Perhaps other older siblings? Someone who may show negative emotion to him?” She scoffed in your face and grabbed the behavior evaluation sheet out of your hands.

“There is nothing wrong at our house! How dare you to assume that about us!” The husband just sat back in the chair almost glaring at his wife. Right, right, nothing going on at your house. You felt bad for Ryan too. The boy was smart and incredibly creative, but he couldn’t play well with anyone else. He felt the need to yell at any child who tried to get him to share, probably emulating behavior of an older sibling or parent. No doubt, the mother… but you had to be professional about the headache she was giving me.

“I’m so sorry if my words offended you! I didn’t mean anything like that,” you held your hands up in defense, “Maybe it could be TV shows he watches that models this type of behavior? Something to spur anger?” That made her calm down and think about it. You didn’t think a six-year-old was watching violent TV shows on PBS, but who knows what goes on in that house.

“Maybe we can monitor his TV intake, yes.” You sighed and looked up at the clock. This had gone over thirty minutes because they had to pick apart everything you said about Ryan. You sneaked a look out the door but saw an empty hallway. When was he going to come?

“Thank you both for coming. It means so much to me that you are involved in your child’s education at such an early age. It shows them the importance of an education and makes my job that much easier!” You gave them your spiel, standing by the door, and she refused to leave for some reason. She probably wanted to stay and brag loudly to the next parent who was coming. That was a common thing, for the parents waiting to talk about their kids, but how much genius could you find in your kids scissor practice paper?

“Do you know what parent is next? We’re friends with most of them, you know, PTA president things! It’s getting late however, are we the last ones?” She was looking left and right down the dimly lit hallway to stalk her prey.

“Next is Mr. Ackerman. He’s the last parent to go.” Her smile dropped.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him around. He doesn’t donate for the fairs; he hasn’t come to any of the Daddy-daughter dances we’ve had… I wonder what he even does, all alone like that.” You heard the tone of judgment ricochet through her words and your headache got bigger. She had no room to judge other parents.

“Well, I think it’s very commendable how he’s raised such a wonderful child in the circumstances he’s been given. Being a single parent is never easy. My mother raised me and my siblings by herself.” She looked you up and down, now judging you for your upbringing. She should be judging how her attitude affects her son’s interpersonal skills.

“Ah, yes, how commendable of your mother! Honey, we should get back to the kids.” She gave me a sickening smile before hauling her husband down the hallway, no doubt to insult you. You made sure she turned the corner, and the hallway was clean before you collapsed back on the door frame, holding your head.

“I swear I never had such bad parents when I was student teaching. Ugh, my head. How much can you analyze a five-year-old’s sight word recognition?”

“And they want judge me for not going to any PTA meetings when they act like this.” You jumped, covering your mouth as a silent scream ran through your body. How had you not seen him? He was leaning on the wall right next to the door, suit coat in hand. You were sure you checked both sides of the hallway before you said that. Damn it. Strike one to you acting professional.

“M-Mr. Ackerman. Nice to meet you finally!” You re-tucked your shirt back in before extending a hand. He looked down at it, smirking, before shaking your hand back.

“Nice to meet you too, Miss. (Y/L/N). My daughter seems to only talk about you these days.” You almost blushed at his words and from the fact you finally got to see him. He was incredibly handsome. You didn’t know why you didn’t listen enough your fellow teachers, and you wish you prepared yourself more than the sweater and the midi-skirt you were wearing. You did have a change of clothes for the bar you’d be going to with your friends after this, but that was highly, highly school inappropriate. What was also inappropriate was how long you were staring at his suit clad form. It was the way he had his sleeves rolled up and two buttons undone that made you stare.

“Let’s go in,” you smiled at him, gesturing to the circular table you set up in the center of the classroom. You had Isabel’s file right on the desk waiting for him. It was funny to see him sit in the small chair that was meant for a child who tagged along, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him. It fit his height a bit, and was very cute.

“That chair is for the children unless you would like to sit in it. I have no judgement though; they are surprisingly comfortable.” He looked up at me before seeing the regular sized chairs at the other end of the table. He then just shrugged and set his suit coat to hand on the side of the purple chair.

“We have these at home, so I’m used to it.” You nodded and opted to sit down on an equal sized chair to be eye level with him. He noticed your gesture and smiled at you. Now that, you would literally pay to see him smile again. You thought back to what Mella said. Cocky, insulting; you didn’t see any of that now. Maybe he’d matured the few years after they went to school or just was trying to act nice in front of his daughter’s teacher.

Isabel had talked so much about her father, but he never said how incredibly hot he was. I mean, that made sense, but still. He couldn’t have been older than you, there was no way. How was this man hiding in the midst of all the middle-aged parents? You were excited to share the news with your friends after this. A hot parent was always nice, and you hadn’t had one yet. He would be your first.

“Well, Mr. Ackerman, this is going to be a short meeting. Isabel is my model student really. Here’s some work of hers to look at. She’s smart, attentive, clean, and very, very sweet.” He smiled down at a drawing Isabel had made of him and that made your heart sing even more. This smile was very different from the short one he gave you. It was like his soul was singing through his eyes. How could he be so hot and so loving of his child at the same time? You could see it. The genuine love he had for that drawing and the little girl who made it. The little girl who looked exactly like her father, minus the eye color.

“But she does have a mouth, I know that for a fact. The fat mom called me a few weeks ago complaining about what Isabel said to… what’s his name? Rock? Rufus?” You couldn’t hold in your laugh this time, even if it was unprofessional to agree with him. The whole meeting was unprofessional at this point. You were sitting in foot tall chairs and thinking about how good of a figure he had. It was actually refreshing how laid back he seemed to be, unlike the other parents, especially this late at night.

“Yes, she is sometimes very… critical of her peers. Ryan is a student who doesn’t get along with others. She had to let him know that. To be honest, it is very funny, but still, we have to teach her to be constructive with it.” He nodded, now listening to your words with the same attention he gave to Isabel’s drawing. It made you melt even more. He cared so much about his child. Oh god, why was he perfect?

“I’ll work on her with that. She gets that from me. During quarantine, when she was doing preschool at home, I was also working. She probably heard me talking to some of my workers in that tone.” That made me perk up, knowing absolutely nothing about him. You usually do parent introductions at the first all-class meeting, but he, obviously, wasn’t there. Now that he exceeded all your expectations, you want to know more.

“If you mind me asking, where do you work?” He leaned back as much as he could in the chair, trying to spread his legs under the table. The way his ankle brushed against yours didn’t go unnoticed.

“I’m a Lead Captain in the Survey company in town. I’m fifty-fifty office work and on the job work, lifting and things.” That would explain how good his arms were looking under his sleeves. He did manual labor half of the time. 

You nodded and handed him Isabel’s behavior sheet out of the folder. You got your pen to explain him the scales, and when you turned back, he had leaned in pretty far to hover over the paper. Trying to hide your blush in your hair, you tried not to react to his closeness. He didn’t seem to pull back, so you continued to explain to him how her score was perfect except for group behavior. Again, he listened so intently to your suggestions and what you had to say about Isabel it made your heart glow with warmth.

“I guess when she was younger, the only interaction she would get was at morning preschool. She only has a babysitter since I can’t afford daycare. That’s my fault, one hundred percent. I-I heard that you know how single parenting is.” He pointed to the door with his thumb, referring to the interaction you had with Ryan’s parents. It was refreshing for a parent to take the blame too. He was getting more and more perfect by the minute. A perfect child and a perfect father. It made so much sense.

“Yes, growing up I was an attention hog. I only had older brothers, so when I went to school I expect to be treated like a princess. I had my first great awakening when a boy threw mud at my face during recess because I refused to share my swing.” He leaned his head back and let out a deep laugh and you matched him, taking in the view he was giving you. This seemed to be a one night only type thing, so you’d take your liberties where you could. I mean, if you didn’t study his face, how were you going to describe him well enough to everyone at the bar?

No. You shouldn’t be thinking this much about how good looking and perfect a student’s parent was. You shouldn’t be thinking about what’s under his clothes either.

“With the way Isabel talks about you, you might as well be a princess. It’s ‘Miss. (Y/L/N) does it this way, Daddy’ or ‘Daddy, today Miss. (Y/L/N) and I did this!’ You seem to be taking my child away from me, Miss. (Y/L/N).”  You smiled, and almost blushed at what he was telling you about Isabel and put a hand over your heart. The teachers were right about your first class.

“You can call me (Y/F/N), Mr. Ackerman. We seem to be similar in age.” He sat up again, nodding and taking the behavior sheet you gave him.

“Then it’s Levi to you, (Y/F/N). I’m thirty-two. May I ask how old you are?” Your mouth dropped and you couldn’t help it. You didn’t think he would be in his thirties and now your numbers were thrown off.

“You don’t look at all like you’re over thirty. I’m twenty-seven.” He smirked again and seemed to be comfortable enough to lean back again, arms coming together behind his head. The pose made your heart beat faster again. Oh yeah, you were telling your friends all about this.

“Well, thank you, (Y/F/N). I’m glad you think I’m so young. Isabel calls me an old man already.” You laughed and looked up at the clock. 8:52. You had time to talk more, pushing a few minutes, but you didn’t know if he had somewhere to go. This meeting itself was set up because of scheduling conflicts. You wanted to talk to him more about Isabel and his experience raising her, but you didn’t know if that would be too personal for him.

“Now, that might be my fault. She asked me sometime during our lesson about family how old did someone have to be to be considered an Uncle and I told her above 30. Then she asked if I was old, and I told her that compared to her I was. So, she now thinks that people about twenty-seven are now old.” He shook his head and let out one huff in laughter.

“Now because of you I have no game. Imagine, first, I already have a child, and now when I bring a date home, she tells her that I was an old man. I never get a third date because of that. Are you trying to keep me forever single, (Y/F/N)?” Was he… was he flirting with you? No, it couldn’t be. He was just talking, just bantering like every parent does. The problem was is that he was a very single, very good-looking parent. This was a dangerous situation and it happened during your first-year teaching. This was bad.

“I’ll talk to her on Monday to tell her to stop calling her father an old man. Does that atone for my sins?” He quirked an eyebrow up, smirking again, but this time you could tell that he was definitely flirting with you.

“Maybe, I’ll have to come to these meetings more often. To check up on your progress with getting my daughter to go against me. The only reason I don’t come around the school often is because of the other parents.” You leaned your head in your hand, finally just deciding to go along with it. Even if he said that, this was probably the only time you two were going to meet and Isabel was going to progress on to a new teacher in a few months. You both were young too, nothing was going to get to HR.

“Next week, I’ll try to get her to call you a silly, old man, how about it? We can have a progress check next Friday.” You felt your Apple Watch buzz, looking down to see who was calling. Armin. He was probably wondering where you were, but you thought you told them you’d be late.

“I’m sorry about that, it’s just my friends.” You went to hang up, knowing that in a few minutes Eren would call. Then Jean. Then Connie. Then Sasha. Then Historia. Mikasa wouldn’t care, but at this point, the train of calls would be never ending. You were going to yell at them for cutting into your time with Levi.

“Ah, don’t worry about it. I also have something to do tonight, but it was great talking to you.” You almost pouted when he went to stand up, grabbing Isabel’s folder. You were dumb to think he was flirting with you, and now you got your hopes up.

“If you have anything you need or any questions about Isabel, I’m here to answer them. Also, I’m supposed to extend out an invitation for our Spring Festival celebration next week. If you would like to come, it will be on Friday at 2 pm.” You stood, matching his height. You really wanted him to come this time, as he never came to anything, but you knew he probably wouldn’t.

He smiled at you, “You know, maybe I will come. You’ll just have to protect me from the PTA moms.” You both started walking to the door and you took the chance, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Levi, I stay as far away from them as possible. It’s an all-school thing, so it will be easy to avoid them.” You saw the little glance down to your hand before he just nodded once and continued to walk out of your classroom. He put on his suit coat and looked back at me, smiling a bit to say goodbye.

“Have fun with your friends tonight, (Y/F/N). A great teacher like you deserves to relax.” You smiled back at him, leaning on the doorframe.

“You, too, Levi. With whatever you’re doing tonight. A single father like you deserves to relax.”

Club Rio 

“Eren, if I have to tell you to stop touching me one more time, I will break your arm off!” He winced, taking his arm off of your shoulders and drinking his beer. The bar was packed tonight, so there was almost seven of you crowded around a single circle tabletop. You already felt smooshed, so you didn’t want Eren to make it worse.

“How were your conferences today, (Y/F/N)?” Armin asked you from across the table and you held a thumb up while taking a drink. It may be squished, but it was worth it to get this buzz. You took Levi’s advice and relaxed hard. The amount of bullshit you spewed in the last three days to make the parents happy to it out of you.

“Most of them are the same old, your child is great, I love having them in my class, here’s something to work on though, and then they blame my teaching. It’s really annoying having to agree with their criticism of me, but I want to keep my job. However,” you held a finger up, “the last meeting was with a single father in my class. He was amazingly hot. A bit over thirty. He also is the father of my favorite student, so it just added to it. Like a treat at the end of a hard week.” You could hear Jean and Eren scoff, but Historia leaned in, her blue eyes wide and sparkly from the drinks. 

“What did he look like?”

“He’s short, like my height, but he has black hair. An undercut. Then he’s definitely muscular. You could even see it through his button up. Thirty-Two. His eyes are really narrow, but like a type of grey that shines. One of the teachers described him to be a dark handsome, and I completely agree. She also said he was kinda of cocky and insulted people a lot. Too bad he doesn’t show up around the school because he’s busy at working at some company in town.” You saw Jean and Armin exchange looks and you pointed at both of them.

“Hey, hey, hey. What was that?” Jean spoke up first.

“Um, well, is this person - is his name Levi Ackerman by chance?” Your eyes widened and you stood straight up, your body colliding with Eren’s. Jean now had your full attention.

“How do you know him? You two didn’t live here before!” Jean leaned to rest his arms on the table, looking at Eren to explain since he wouldn’t have to yell over the crowd.

“No, but he’s our team captain at work. Short, black hair, mean, grey eyes: I think you described him to a T. But, you said he was a treat? That doesn’t sound at all like the Levi that chewed me out today because I didn’t put a signature at the end of my email.” Eren answered and you gave him a confused look. Levi seemed really nice and he joked with you. Maybe it was just his work personality.

“He was though. He even called me a great teacher and we went by first name basis.” This time Mikasa spoke up next to Eren.

“Levi’s nice to women, Eren. Not to people who probably mess up all the time at work.” Eren groaned and you arched your body around his so you could look at her. She did look a little like him, but she was half Asian, so there was some doubt in your mind. From what you could connect though, they may act alike in certain situations. Maybe it was on her dad’s side.

“Ackerman! Are you related?! How did I not think about that before?” She nodded as Eren nudged her for the comment she made about his work ethic. 

“On my father’ side. We’re cousins, but distant. I don’t talk to him unless we’re forced to at family functions. But he does act how they’re saying. He’s cold and calm, you can’t tell what he’s thinking usually. Most of the time he has a scowl on his face and doesn’t talk a lot unless it’s an insult or something. Then again, you’re a pretty woman, so that could have changed his attitude.” You blushed a bit, trying to hide it in your hair, but Connie caught you.

“You have a little crush on the DILF, don’t you?! I can see it!” He poked your cheek, him and Sasha roaring in laughter.

“No, he was just nice to look at! He also really cares about his daughter, which is just… girls like guys who are good with kids. Teacher’s also like parents who care about their kids, it makes my job easier.” They still couldn’t stop laughing and you couldn’t stop blushing.

“A teacher-parent relationship, how scandalous,” Jean added in on making fun of me, “What will the PTA moms say about that (Y/F/N)?” You glared at all of them as they laughed.

“I told you he was just hot!”

Paradis Elementary Spring Festival     

“Do you need any help reorganizing this whole table so the PTA mom’s stop roping me into work I don’t want to do?” You jumped at the body that came close behind you. You also jumped because you didn’t expect him to show up. The little raven-haired girl ran to the playground and you turned around quickly, eyes wide.

“Levi! I mean, Mr. Ackerman. I’m glad you showed up!” He nodded and used both hands to lean down on the table seeing the cupcakes that I rearranged four times, so I didn’t have to talk to the mothers about their kids.

“You said you’d protect me from them, but there I was carrying all the boxes from their damn cars.” You looked over at the mothers, now huddled around staring at you talking to Levi and gossiping. Figures. Last year, one of the third-grade teachers breathed in the wrong direction and there were rumors about her having an affair with a married man. You hoped you weren’t next on the PTA list.

“Well, its not common for a father to come to these types of events. Notice how there aren’t any on the PTA.” He switched positions so he could lean on the table and watch Isabel play on the swings with her friends and the older children. You picked up the Capri Suns from the ground, deciding to organize them by flavor.

“You know what Isabel asked me the other night? After our conference?” You perked up at his words, signaling that you were interested in what she said.

“Hm?” He scratched the back of his neck, now debating whether he should tell you this. It was a bit personal and maybe would make you, as a teacher, uncomfortable with Isabel. Either way, he did it.

“Well, I actually had a date that night,” your heart dropped a little bit, and you scowled down at your chest, “and my date needed an umbrella, so I went in to get her one. When I came out Isabel was there outside our apartment, glaring up at this woman, arms crossed and everything.” You giggled at that, imagining it in your head. You could see her signature glare now looking up at someone three times taller and five times older. You looked over to Isabel, matching Levi’s stance against the table. Right now, it looked like she was lecturing a boy on how to play the floor is lava.

“She asked me why I didn’t bring you home,” he said through a laugh and you followed his cue laughing. You weren’t doing any laughing on the inside. Your mind was swirling now after he said that, but he couldn’t have meant that. It was just Isabel thinking like a six-year-old. If Levi told her he had a date, she might have just thought that the two meetings were connected. Yeah, he couldn’t mean anything other than that.

Still.

“Ah, she’s funny, isn’t she?” You almost winced at how dismissive your tone was. It sounded like you wanted to move on from the conversation and you were afraid he took it the wrong way. You didn’t want to dismiss the opportunity of it being him flirting with you, but you also didn’t believe that was his intention. Now he thought must have thought that it was your intention to ignore it anyways. He stayed silent after that. Goddamn it. You had to fill the space somehow.

“Are you related to a Mikasa?” He seemed to perk up after that, turning his head to look right at you in recognition.

“She’s my cousin, yes. How do you know her? Are you friends with those brats?” You huffed in laughter at his tone. Brats wasn’t a word you would use for your friend group, but you guessed since he was a bit older and, from what you heard, was annoyed all the time by them at work.

“We know each other from college, yeah. Since they had secured a job at Survey, I decided to follow by teaching here so we’d all live by each other. I met Eren first.” He lifted up an eyebrow and you could see a little trace of annoyance gloss over his face. It was very much an Isabel look, or rather, she’d gotten it from her father. Pretty much copy and paste.

“You met him first and wanted to meet the rest of them?” You rolled your eyes at that. You can see how Connie and Sasha got a bit wild, Eren and Jean a bit intense, but overall, they were great people to be friends with. Armin had helped you through a required science class, Historia and Mikasa stayed with you and bought you ice cream when your boyfriend had broken up with you, Connie and Sasha were the life of the party any hour of the day, and Jean and Eren, respectively, would provide you some stress relief and good times when you were down. No, they were the greatest people you’d met.

“They’re my best friends, Levi. I love all of them.” The annoyed look still didn’t leave his face and he crossed his arms. Was he really going to argue with you about your friend group? If he did, you would definitely text the group chat to make his next work week a living hell for revenge.

“You don’t seem to be like them. Maybe Historia, but still, I wouldn’t peg you to be with that group.” You turned back around, seeing the children starting to walk over to the snack tables. Soon, once they were done with their lunch, they would descend on the cupcakes you were guarding and destroy the orderly table. You had to tape down the cheap plastic tablecloth, so it stood a chance.

“What do I seem like then? They’ve told me about you, you know. I couldn’t believe what they were telling me.” You grabbed the tape, ducking under the table do you couldn’t see his expression. However, his legs moved as he turned to face where you once were.

“Much more professional and put together than them. Maybe Armin is okay, but the others, I had to teach them how to write a formal email.”

“Well, you’ve never seen me outside of a school setting. Arguably, you know all of them more than you know me. If I had to compare myself to any of them it would be a mix between Armin and Jean. When we all go out, it seems to be like that. I can see, though, how they’d be a bit tough to handle at work.”

“Well, then why don’t we meet outside of school?” Your breath had to have stopped, but his face was completely serious. Did he just ask you on a date? Right in front of the kindergarten cupcake table?

“Miss. (Y/L/N)! Can we have a cupcake now?” Two or three of your students gathered at your leg, and you looked down at them, probably with your eyes still wide. You then looked back to Levi who was giving the children a very annoyed stare, before stepping back from the table so they had full access.

“U-Um, what did you – Cupcakes! Yes, El, you can have one cupcake each. What color do you want?” You went to hand them the specific colors you wanted, and you thought that your business would make Levi go somewhere else, but he was there staring at you while you handed them out. His gaze was unwavering as he leaned up against the basketball net’s pole. Even when Isabel came to stand next to his legs, he didn’t look down at her. You knew he was waiting for an answer and you were having an internal crisis.

You didn’t think you’d get this far, actually, no you never thought this would happen. It was going to be the one parent-teacher meeting, then you’d never see him again and only complain to Mikasa and Historia about how you let him get away. Now, he literally just came out with it. Was this his whole intention of coming today? Your stomach did flipflops because of that. But now, you were thinking of how unprofessional it would look if you two did start something. You would be offender number one for the PTA moms and it was only your first year teaching. Then, on the other hand, the school year was almost over, and you would soon not be Isabel’s teacher and you and he were both single. And he was very good looking. And he was good with kids. And you did like him a bit, only having talked to him for thirty minutes. Still, what could fully develop if you took up his offer?

“Can I please have all the parents and their children gather?” You turned your neck to look at the principal who had yelled that through a blowhorn. He was standing on the makeshift stage in front of the school, probably going to give the day ending speech before dismissing the children with their participation medals for the games we played. You would have time to ask your crisis hotline and you were thankful that Isabel so eagerly pulled her father towards the front of the school. You still couldn’t shake his gaze, him looking over his shoulder at you while you tried to hide your blush.

Once you were alone on the basketball field, you used your watch to send a text to you, Historia, Mikasa, and Sasha’s group chat.. You knew whatever they were doing, they would take the chance to slack off. It also had to be important if you were texting during the school day. 

From Mi: What are you texting us for?

From Mrs. Potato Head: Yes, aren’t you at school?

From (Y/F/N): Okay, well a situation has occurred, and I need quick guidance. I only have like two minutes

From My Queen: We can help!

From (Y/F/N): Thank you, Historia. I know I can count on you.

From Mrs. Potato Head: Just get on with it! I didn’t eat lunch today and I’m starving!

From (Y/F/N): Ok, ok, ok! 

You glanced over at the parents and there he was, staring at you while holding Isabel’s hand. 

From (Y/F/N): Oh god, I can’t believe I’m even saying this to you guys. I think Levi asked me on a date!

From Mrs. Potato Head: OUR BOSS LEVI ACKERMAN?!

From My Queen: You sound like a sixteen-year-old, (Y/F/N)! Of course, he would ask you out, who wouldn’t?

From Mi: So, what are you asking us? It’s a yes isn’t it?

From Mrs. Potato Head: Yeah, by the way you were talking about him at the bar last week, it has to be a yes

From Mi: If you two get married, we’ll be cousins

From (Y/F/N): Stop that! I don’t know if I should! I’m his daughter’s teacher and I barely know him 

The principal was on his ending notes, and you could tell that Isabel was going to race up to you before saying goodbye. She always did. At the end of the day, you would take he to the bus with the other kids, and she would have to run her homework by you, tell you one or two random things, and then get yelled at before she would go on the bus.

From My Queen: Isn’t that why you go on dates with people or am I mistaken? Mikasa, is your cousin a serial killer?

From Mi: No, Historia, I don’t think he is. I think you should do it, (Y/F/N). Even if it’s kinda weird I’m setting you up with my cousin

You rolled her eyes at her remarks and the clapping notified you that in about thirty seconds a little raven-haired girl was going to be at your feet.

From (Y/F/N): Don’t tell the guys about this please. Not unless the date goes well, okay?

From Mrs. Potato: Oh, so you’re accepting! That’s mad crazy. My best friend and my boss. I’m going to tell Connie

From Mrs. Potato Head: Oh, wait, shit sorry. Nevermind

You groaned and knew that your request would fall on deaf ears. Soon you’d have Jean and Eren at your heels telling you that you shouldn’t go out with anyone but either one of them.

“Miss. (Y/L/N)!” Isabel started her bounding run towards you, and you could see Levi starting to walk in that same direction, his eyes never having left your figure. Jesus, this man’s gaze was so intense.

From (Y/F/N): We’re talking more later 

You put your phone away, turning around to face Isabel with a big smile hiding how nervous you were in her father’s presence. Everything wrong was going through your mind. What if he didn’t mean a date? What if he thinks you’re too young for him? What happens when the date goes terribly that you end up hating him?

“Miss. (Y/L/N), I got a medal from the principal, look!” She held up the participation medal that all the children got. Something about everyone deserving to win something. You were falling asleep during that meeting.

“That’s great, Isabel! You can hang it on the fridge, yeah?” You could see his eyes spark when you said that. He smirked, too, finding it funny that you knew about their fridge, completely covered with Isabel’s drawings, report cards, and various other trinkets. Perhaps it was even a bit heartwarming to him.

“Is, can you go get your backpack from the classroom? Daddy needs to talk about you to Miss. (Y/L/N.” The little girl just lifted her head up, almost falling over to look back at Levi.

“But Daddy, I’m not done talking to Miss. (Y/L/N)!” One second of annoyance reappeared on his face before urging her to go do it again. This time, with a pout, she walked inside with the rest of her classmates to go get ready to leave.

“So, how does Saturday sound?” He was really direct, and you’d guess it was his age or the fact that you haven’t dated anyone other than college frat boys in their early twenties. You looked back at him, remembering what the girls said. They wanted you to go on it and you, yeah, you definitely wanted to go on it too.

“At seven?” You suggested and you swear you saw a smile break across his face before he dropped it to nod. That made the butterflies come back again.

“Seven, yeah. I’ll get your address from Mikasa.”

Saturday, 3:57 AM

“I couldn’t believe he posted that either! When Mikasa showed me that, I thought he was for sure getting fired,” my hands moved with my words as I explained to Levi about Eren’s awful thirst trapping social media posts. While I was doing this, he gripped my shoulder with the hand shrugged around me, trying to steer me in the right direction. Granted, I was also probably a little tipsy from the alcohol we consumed at the second bar. It was cheaper and fruitier, so I obliged, and Levi seemed to find it amusing.

“Oh, he definitely got reprimanded. It took everything in me not to kick him. Erwin is usually away, so I’m the one who has to deal with everything. One time they started, oh what are those things called, the pictures that are supposed to be funny?” He was gesturing with the hand next to my ear, trying to get me to fill in the blank.

“Memes? I knew you were old, but not this old, Lev.” He rolled his eyes at you, ignoring your insult and continuing with his story.

“They started a Meme fight in the company group chat even though I clearly laid out the rules to them. Apparently, their explanation was that if they got everyone to do it, I couldn’t punish everyone in the office.” I smiled up at him and grabbed loosely at his fingers, trying to hold his hand, but not really. I ended up just playing with them as we walked up to my apartment building.

“So, you punished everyone twice, yeah?” He smirked as we stopped outside the doorway of my building.

“Three times.” This made you both giggle like children, and you were sure the alcohol, the third round of drinks, was starting to have an affect on you both again. You’d make sure he’d call a cab to get back.

“I can walk you up to your door?” He suggested and your eyes widened, shaking your hands in front of you. He couldn’t know that Historia, Mikasa, and Sasha were on a stake-out at your apartment. It was something you all did when the other would go on a date with a new person. It was to make sure that they got home right and that they had someone to immediately rant, cry, or laugh with depending on how the date went. Last time, you, Mikasa, and Sasha almost went to egg a guy’s house that made Historia cry. However, this stake-out was going to be very different.

“No, it’s fine. It’s fine. I’m actually against gender norms. If anything, I should walk you home.” He raised an eyebrow, taking his arm off my shoulder. He wore the same suit had had during the parent-teacher conference and you made sure to comment on how hot you thought he looked back then. Rolled up sleeves, buttons undone, and now, tousled hair courtesy of you. It was a very good look.

“You wouldn’t want your kindergartener seeing you drunk.” You hit his chest after that comment, knowing you weren’t completely intoxicated. You could get up to your house, take off your makeup, and have a very productive conversation about how he had treated you to ice cream halfway through your bar hopping session.

“I’m not drunk, just happy. Tonight was really fun.” He smiled at you and nodded in agreement.

“Let’s do it again? And again? You up for it?” You matched his smile and grabbed his hand.

“Of course I am. This was probably the best date I’ve ever had, Levi.” You saw the blush paint his cheeks as he went to scratch the back of his neck.

“Me too, (Y/L/N). Me too.” You sent him off in a taxi, a single kiss on his cheek that left a smirk on his face. You stood there for a while too, letting the cool spring wind blow over your bare legs. Yeah, that was a few hours of heaven. Your heart warmed as you went up in the elevator, replaying the events in your head over and over again. You were sad it had to end, but it was almost four in the morning and you’d exhausted all open sit-down bars.

When you got inside your apartment, you saw them all sleeping on the couch besides Mikasa who locked very annoyed eyes with you. You just smiled and slid down the door, sitting on the floor.

“Oh god,” Mikasa groaned, seeing your lovesick face. She never though she’d meet someone who’d act like this for her cousin, must less one of her best friends. Sasha and Historia woke up, rubbing their eyes to look at the time. You wondered when they fell asleep.

“Why are you back so late?” Sasha mumbled, seeing the clock hit four in front of her eyes. At least you left her a stocked fridge. Historia was the first of the two to be wide awake, seeing your face clearly. She almost jumped up from the couch and ran over to you on the floor. You smile was still plastered over your face, thinking about Levi.

“How was it? How was it!?” Sasha covered her ears at Historia’s yells. She would care in the morning when she was awake. For now, she just looked at you as you stared Historia right in the eyes and said those bone crushing words.

“Historia, I think I’m in love.”

“Love?!” Mikasa popped up, sounding so taken aback by that. No, she’d never, ever bet on someone liking, much less falling in love with her cousin. What had he done to you? She rested her head on the back of the couch, looking over to you. Historia grabbed your hand hard, excited for you.

“No way! Are you sure? How do you know? What did you two do for some long? Huh! You didn’t!” You shook your head, knowing what she was thinking. No, he was a gentleman the whole night with you, even if you did exchange a few buzzed kisses here and there on the fake leather couches of a swanky bar downtown.

“We went for dinner first at a hibachi place. We talked for hours and hours, I couldn’t tell you how long. It was just, I could’ve sit and talked to him in that uncomfortable chair for hours. We just walked about everything. Our lives, Isabel, how I became a teacher, you guys; it was just so refreshing. Then, when the hibachi place closed, he said he didn’t want to end it there, and so he took me to this high-end bar, and I had an overpriced martini and we talked and talked some more. I just couldn’t run out of topics, Historia. Maybe it was because I drank so much, but still, I was buzzing the whole time around him. Then when that bar closed, we went to ours, the one we go to, and I drank more. He did too. I guess the alcohol just opened us up. I don’t think I’ve ever talked to someone for that long about absolutely nothing. Even on the way back, we walked by the river, it was so pretty and there were almost no people. Just a little slice of heaven. I’m sad it had to end, but he asked if I wanted to do it again, and again. He’s just so nice and gentlemanly and funny and handsome and cute and-“ Sasha cut you off with her hand. She couldn’t stand someone talking about her boss like that. If she kept listening to you, she would definitely say something at work and she was too afraid of what Levi would do to her.

“Guys, she’s completely whipped for our boss.” You smiled up at her, acknowledging that fact. Being with Levi just felt so good. Your heart was light and your head was buzzing around. Every time he leaned over to kiss you, you had butterflies in your stomach like some little girl. You even went into the date telling yourself you’d have to act more upright than you really are, but that went out the window when the hibachi chef squirted Levi in the eye with water and you couldn’t handle it. You were just so comfortable around him, it was hard to be professional and upright. He did tell you that you were correct, you were different outside of school, but he loved it.

“He told me that my personality came out tenfold when I was outside of school grounds. He said he liked it a lot and thought I was cute.” You were wringing your hands together, the feeling hitting your toes. God, you never had a man make you feel like this. All of the fairytale books you read the kids now made complete sense. Even Sasha’s gagging sound didn’t take you out of that trance.

“You look so head-over-heals, (Y/F/N),” Historia said, laughing next to you while looking at your eyes. She took, well, they all had never seen you like this around a man you went on a date or one-night stand with. Not Jean, Eren, the one guy you dated in college, or the one right after graduation; none of them made you look like this. It almost made Mikasa sick looking at how lovestruck you were on the floor. All for Levi.

Five Months Later

From Captain <3: I venomed you for the pizza last night. You should use it to bring me a bubble tea from that shop we went to last week

From my little teach: I’m in a meeting, but in like an hour, sure.

From Captain <3: I never understood how you seem busier on summer vacation than you did during the school year

From my little teach: Not my fault you chose to date a teacher, at least I’m always free at night

From Captain <3: Then you have to leave early in the morning and the bed gets cold

From Captain <3: You know I’m anemic ☹

“Miss. (Y/L/N), do you find something funny about the change in our core curriculum?” Your eyes looked up to the fifth-grade teacher presenting and smiled to try and hide your embarrassment.

“No, Mrs. Warnas, I was just thinking about the unique drawings I’m going to get from my kindergarteners once we introduce them to storyboarding.” That seemed to satisfy her enough to turn back around and smile to herself at my compliment. I’m glad that was in my head still, because I didn’t want to get caught in front of all the teachers. They already knew I was in a relationship with a past parent, so them catching me texting like a high schooler in class would be mortifying.

From my little teach: You just got me in trouble

From Captain <3: I’m texting you in a meeting too

From Captain <3: You’re just bad at being sneaky

When you showed up at the office, two bubble teas in hand, you were greeted first by Connie who wanted one.

“Pleaseeeeee, I’ve been working so hard today!” You moved the drinks away from his grabby hands and glared at him. You knew that if Sasha came over too, you’d have to guard these drinks with your life.

“They aren’t for you, Con. I’ll buy you one another time.” He whined again and Jean’s head popped up from over a cubical, one arm resting on the edge.

“Jeez, (Y/F/N). Isn’t this the third time this week you came here? I don’t remember you ever visiting us this much before you started dating our boss.” You stuck your tongue out at him and took a sip of your tea to rub it in his face.

“You’re just jealous you didn’t land me. You had so many chances, yet it slipped through your fingers. You and Eren both.” His eyebrow quirked up, smirk breaking over his face. He was going to say something either sexual or annoying.

“I mean, if you want to talk about my finge-“

“What did you say, Kirstein?” Jean dropped his head, mumbling something, and sitting back in his chair. You turned around, locking eyes with Levi who was in the doorway of his office. His face was one you had gotten used to over the few months of visiting him at work. In this building, he was constantly on edge and it showed all over his face. His gaze was harsh, non-smiling, and always laced with annoyance or sleepiness. His words were the same way. Even the tone he took with Jean was the complete opposite of the one he talked to you or Isabel in.

“If I have to hear about Jean or Eren’s college relations with you one more time, I’ll fire both of them. I swear, I thought it would calm down, but almost everyday they have to say something and giggle to each other like fucking school children. Did you get the brown sugar boba?” You handed him his cup, sitting in the chair opposite his. He looked cute sipping on the boba while in his professional setting. The only time he wore his suit jacket was at work, but as he walked out of that door after clocking out, it was the first thing to come off.

“Bad day? You only ask for extra sugar when you’re feeling bad.” He huffed once in agreement with his bad day, taking another big sip and running a hand through his hair.

“A deal with a Japanese company we thought would be easy is toying with us and since Erwin’s out of town, it falls on Hange and I. I’ll probably have to take stuff home tonight and work.” You frowned, putting down your cup on his desk and leaning forward. He’d been stressed recently about work, which culminated in him needing daily visits to his office for you to calm him down. Pretty soon, he’d lock the door, making sure the blinds are all pulled, and have you sit on his lap to calm him down.

“I can take Isabel to mine if you need to concentrate tonight. We still have a few Barbie movies to watch.” That made him smile, but he shook his head, looking down at the papers sprawled all over his desk. 

Isabel had been very quick to accept the fact that her teacher and father were dating, and she probably happier than either of you. You both told her after school ended so she didn’t start something with the PTA moms, but it was your carelessness that caused all of them to find out over an email thread. Isabel, however, didn’t care that Ryan would make fun of her for having “Miss. (Y/L/N) as a mommy” because there was finally someone in her like that would play princesses with her that would fit the role. You asked Levi if, before you came, he was forced by the seven-year-old to wear a crown and fake earrings, but he refused to answer. It was also very easy to transition your relationship with Isabel from teacher to, basically, co-caretaker since she already saw you as such. When you told her she could call you your first name, she went crazy being able to call an adult by their first name. Now, she’d gotten more and more comfortable with you over the summer and just recently was able to finally see you as Daddy’s girlfriend and not Miss. (Y/L/N). Soon enough, she was falling asleep with you on the couch or your bed when you babysat her, and had just mistakenly called you mommy a day or two ago.

Levi and you had talked about that situation happening before, so you were prepared to sit her down and tell her that you weren’t her mommy yet, so you’d have to make up an easier nickname to call you. Both you and Levi were pretty sure that you were the person for each other, so there was no reason to forbid her from calling you that. Actually, it was during a post-steamy cuddle session that he’d brought it up.

“I can’t see myself being with anyone else. I know it’s early to say that. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, I feel the same. No one I’ve been with has made me feel like you do, Levi.”

“M-me, too.”

“I was going to ask you to come over tonight anyways. Mikasa offered to babysit Isabel over the weekend.” He trailed off on the last word, trying to suggest that we had three open days without a little girl trying to sleep in between us at night. Of course you’d go over.

“I guess I can come. You’ll just have to help me test out some kindergarten activities for the new core curriculum. School starts again next week.” He groaned, more work, but agreed to do it. How hard could it be? It was just cutting and coloring and he did that with Isabel on a daily.

“Mikasa and I are going to watch the Twelve Dancing Princesses tonight. I know you wanted to watch it with me, (Y/F/N),” she said lowering her head onto your chest as you laid on the couch. You laughed and ruffled her hair that you’d just combed out for Levi. He was still in his home office running over papers and making phone calls. Your job was to get Isabel ready and packed to go to Mikasa’s, but she was running late, so you decided to watch videos on your phone till she got there.

“That’s okay, Bel. I’ve seen it before. That means when you come back over, you can watch the Princess and the Pauper with me.” The little girl smiled, which was followed by a yawn as she watched some toy opening video on YouTube.

“Can we sing like last time?” You laughed a bit, so you didn’t disturb her tired form, slowly slipping into a nap as she laid on you. Apparently, Levi let her stay up last night, forgetting that this little girl won’t tear her eyes away from the television until you force her too. He had gone back to do some work and when he emerged at two in the morning, there she was struggling to keep her eyes open. So much for trying to get her back into a school sleep schedule. You were no better though, going to bed at three last night because you waited last minute to start writing lesson plans. This made you yawn along with her and close your eyes.

“Yes, we can sing like we did with Frozen.” She hummed a bit, snuggling again against your chest as she decided it was time to take a nap. You quickly agreed with that idea.

Knocking on the door broke Levi from looking at the figures for the latest project and he leaned out of his office to see both you and Isabel sleeping on the couch. He smiled to himself, heart singing at the view, and went to open the door for his cousin.

“Where’s she at?” He frowned at Mikasa, moving so she could walk in and see you two sleeping on the couch. Levi didn’t want to move you two, and in actuality he wanted to add another picture to the album on his phone, but it would be way too embarrassing to do in front of Mikasa. Mikasa on the other hand had put a pizza in the oven and was ready to go. Levi grabbed her arm to stop her from shaking you two awake.

“Let them sleep. They both stayed up late.” She rolled her eyes at Levi and he responded with an even more annoyed eye roll. Couldn’t she calm down for a few minutes?

“They get five more minutes of beauty sleep.”

“How gracious.” He stood there, arms crossed, looking over at the two who had no idea Mikasa walked in the door. You had one hand over Isabel’s head and the other hanging of the couch, gripping a phone still playing some YouTube video in the background. Isabel had her small hand touching your cheek, head buried in your chest as she snored soundly on her favorite bed. When Mikasa looked over at her cousin, she thought she was going to be sick. It was the same look you had coming back from you two’s first date and one she’d seen on your face when you bounced into their office. She’s gotten used to you, but this was the first time she saw Levi like that. She snorted at him and he dropped it, morphing back into his normal, harsh glare.

“Never thought you’d be so wrapped around (Y/F/N)’s finger.” Levi scoffed at her, making sure it wasn’t loud enough to wake you two.

“I’m just admiring my girlfriend and kid; can I not do that, brat?” Mikasa laughed a bit at him trying to hide his embarrassment with another insult. He did the same when she walked in on you two making out in his office, having forgotten to lock the door.

“You can, just not with my best friend. Makes me sick.” Levi felt like his eyes were going to roll out of his head. Once you two started dating, that whole friend group had been insufferable to him. Eren and Jean talking about all their college flings with you, Connie and Sasha always bursting out laughing for no reason, and Mikasa made fun of him for showing emotion. The only one he still liked was Armin who inquired about your class activities as school and the other kids besides Isabel. 

“When are you going to marry her?” Levi was taken aback by that question, but Mikasa was completely cool. It sounded so natural coming from her lips that Levi couldn’t help but actually answer back. It wasn’t a surprise to Mikasa when he told her his intentions. From the day you came back from your first date, she knew you’d probably become her cousin in less than a year.

“Haven’t planned out anything, but I have a ring.” She laughed at him again, this time adding a tad bit of happiness into it. Yeah, she was okay with Levi and you, but she didn’t know how the others would take the news. Eren and Jean would be distressed, Historia and Sasha ecstatic, and Connie and Armin probably neutrally happy. She’d probably have to pull Eren “that should’ve been me” Jaeger and Jean “if only she gave me a shot” Kiersten home from some random bar.

“Did you tell Isabel?” Levi nodded, remembering the conversation he had to have with her about keeping very, very important secrets. He even said that if Isabel told you, he would cry, which made it seem very serious to Isabel.

“She helped me pick it. Something about knowing what plastic rings (Y/F/N) liked. She slipped up this week though and called (Y/F/N) mommy. I had to bust my ass to cover that up.” This made Mikasa actually smile. Her best friend would be a great mom, but she didn’t want to think about it. You weren’t the first person she thought was going to get married in their group. Probably Historia, or Armin and his girlfriend, not you, the girl that fell into the Education major who partied all the time stereotype. 

“You’re marrying someone crazy; I hope you know that. By day, she’s a wonderful kindergarten teacher who all her students and parents love, and by night, she’s on top of some table in the club singing to Abba.” Levi grit his teeth, remembering clearly the first time he was forced out with you and the brats. Eren challenged you to a drinking contest and you stupidly accepted, which made it Levi’s job to drag you home and nurse a hangover the next day. It didn’t help that the next day you had another Teacher’s Institute meeting and complained to him that everyone there knew you were hungover. Those were some giant hoops Levi had to jump through to explain to Isabel why you were “sick”.

“Who do you think is the one getting her down and waking her up for school the next day?” Not caring anymore about saving face with Mikasa, he took his phone out, taking a picture of his two girls. Staring down at you holding his daughter, his heart swelled even more. You were going to be a great mom to Isabel, even if you told Levi that you weren’t made for it. Levi thought the same thing when he held Isabel for the first time, alone and abandoned. He reassured you, saying that Isabel has never had a mom in the first place, but you were still worried.

You don’t have to be worried, he thought watching Mikasa kick you awake, you’re perfect. His perfect little teacher.  

“Five minutes is up. Time to come to Aunty Mikasa’s so you won’t end up in therapy later in life for childhood trauma!”

xx Perhaps I got a LITTLE carried away, i hope you like it though! It’s a bit less cute than originally planned

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman scenario #attack on titan levi #shingeki no kyoujin levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #dadlevi #modernau #aot x reader #aot x y/n

[wiypt-writes]

25 Days of CHRIS-mas Masterlist

My Masterlist for the WIYPT 25 Days of CHRIS-mas Interactive Advent Calendar

Drabbles/One Shots listed below cut.

Day 1: Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie) x Reader- Suck Me Under The Mistletoe

Day 2: Kyle (Perfect Score) x Reader- Your Presents Is Requested

Day 3: Ryan Ackerman (Cellular) x Reader- Here’s To You, Mrs Robinson

Day 4: Bryce Langley (Fierce People) x Reader- Mince High

Day 5: Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four) x Reader- Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Day 6: Syd (London) x Reader- Home For Christmas

Day 7: James Mace (Sunshine) x Reader- Second Star To The Right

Day 8: Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries) x Reader- These Are A Few Of My Favourite Things

Day 9: Paul Diskant (Street Kings) x Reader (Rock N Roll People Universe)- RnR Ch13: Disco Santa Dance

Day 10: Jimmy Dobyne (Loss Of A Tear Drop Diamond)x Reader- Rewrite The Stars

Day 11: Nick Gant (Push)x Reader- It Works

Day 12: Jake Jensen (The Losers) x OFC Stella Stevenson (Too Loose And You’ll Lose It Universe)- Stelly Christmas

Day 13: Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim vs The World)- Why Wouldn’t You Be?

Day 14: Mike Weiss (Puncture/Injustice) x Reader (from Sunny Side Up)- Dreaming Of A Weiss Christmas

Day 15: Steve Rogers (Cap) x OFC Katie Stark (Stark Spangled Universe)- Run Run Rogers

Day 16: Colin Shea (What’s Your Number) x Reader (from Witchful Thinking)- Gingerbread Whorehouse

Day 17: Mr. Freezy (The Iceman)- Frostbite

Day 18: Curtis Everett (Snow Piercer)- Oh, Christmas Tree

Day 19: Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)- Christmas In New York

Day 20: Me (Playing It Cool)- Christmas In July

Day 21: Frank Adler (Gifted)- The Night Before Christmas

Day 22: Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort)- A Wonderful Life

Day 23: Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out) -Dick-ins

Day 24: Andy Barber (Defending Jacob) x Reader (Consciousness Of Guilt Universe) - Spotted Dick

Day 25: Chris Evans (RPF) x Reader- A CHRIS-mas Carol Past/ Present/ Future

#wiypt25daysofchrismas #chris evans character #chris evans

[nightowlfandom]

I’m a Bad, Bad Man- AU! Criminal! Levi Ackerman X Detective! Reader (Part 1)

I blacked out while writing this...it get's crazy.

So this mini series will have mentions of death, blood, murder, smut, smut with a criminal, mentions of gangs. A. LOT. OF. VIOLENCE. This isn't for the faint of heart...so with all that said, please proceed with caution. I will even include a read more break just incase you don't want to read it all.

Leggo!

...

You lazily wiped the stray hairs off your forehead as you finished typing up your monthly reports. The life of a private investigator has it's ups and downs. This was definitely a down. Super fucking boring.

"Another case closed." you smiled tiredly at yet another victory. There was a reason Y/N L/N was considered the best of the best. "Time for me to-"

You were about to sit back and take a small break when the door to your office slowly opened. A woman walked in, looking as if she saw a ghost and was trying to convince herself she hadn't. You instantly straightened up and put on your professional front. "Can I help you miss?"

"You're Detective L/N, right?" she asked. "Please forgive me, the front desk man said I could walk in."

"Not a problem at all. Who are you?"

"Miya Johnson. I'm sorry Detective, I didn't call in advance. I just didn't know where else to go."

... (Read more below the cut)

"Please, call me Y/N. Have a seat." you immediately unlocked your phone, tapping away at it's screen without breaking eye contact with the woman. You opened up the recording app and readied yourself for what was to come. The woman silently sat down across from you, fidgeting with her fingers. This was normal for new clients. "I hope you don't mind, I always record sessions so I can listen later."

"That's fine." she nodded.

"Good." you had to put up a tough front, it made your job easier. You hit 'record' and went into action. "What seems to be the problem?" Your eyes darted down to the filing folder that seemed to be filled beyond it's capacity. "Take your time, this is a safe place."

"I have reason to believe my dear husband was...murdered." she choked.

"I'm sorry to hear that." you expressed. "Can I ask when the last time you saw him was?"

"Last Friday around 9:30."

"So you cam confirm the last time you saw your husband was last Friday at 9:30." you repeated, just to make sure you heard right.

"Yes. He kissed me goodbye to go to work around 6:00 AM, came back around 9:00 at night with this scared look on his face, told me he loved me and that he'd be back, but he didn't." she seemed eerily calm speaking, but you nodded along. She was probably trying to keep it in. "About four hours later I got from the police telling me a body was found next to the Sleeping Dogs Night Club! It turned out to be his!"

"Miss, excuse my rudeness, but are you sure foul play wasn't involved."

"No, Detective. With all due respect, I have reason to believe he was a target." she held her folder up. "I went through a lot to get these."

"Explain." you raised an eyebrow.

She slid the folder across the table over to you. "He was found with not one, not two, but five bullet wounds, multiple slashes, not to mention several bruises around his neck and arms." her voice cracked. You could tell she was trying to mirror your actions, but couldn't. It was too much. "He was also found with something carved into his right thigh."

You opened the folder to find several pictures of said accident. "Where did you get these?"

"I took a few pictures with my camera when the officers weren't looking." she confessed. "They were telling me it was nothing more than an accident, but even I know that's bullshit."

She was right, this wasn't some random accident. Ever detail down to the area of which his body was found screamed 'routine'.

"So you launched an investigation of your own." you looked up at her. Of course you couldn't blame her. Officers in this town were about as useful as wasps without stingers. You looked back down and flipped through the photos. She was right, exactly as she had described. Her husbands body had bullet wounds in several places, bruises that looked like they had been made in the same place, slashes that looked as if they were meant to symbolize claw marks.

The last photo was a close up of said symbol.

"Why were you at the club?" you looked up again.

"I had gotten a call saying I was needed. I work in forensics. The minute they realized it was my husband's they tried to get me to go home."

You immediately spotted the holes in her story, but went along with it. You weren’t a stranger to stories that didn’t make sense at first, so you didn’t hold it against her. "So at the time when you were called in, you had no idea your husband was dead?"  

"Yes, Detective."

"What happened when you realized it was your husband?"

"They tried to tell me to go home and that they'd get someone else."

"Okay, but you said he came home at 9:00, care to elaborate?”

“I tried to get him to stay. He always had a problem with getting...involved in things. A small argument broke out and that’s when he left, saying he’d be back.”

Obviously this was a result of gang related affairs but there was definitely something this woman wasn’t saying. “Okay, I’ll take your case.”

“Thank you Detective!” she breathed in relief. “I just want answers.”

“And I’m gonna get them. I’m going to give you my work phone. You find anything, you call me.” you grabbed a sticky note and scribbled your number across the square piece of paper. “If you talk to Ryan at the front desk, he’ll take you to our personal scientist to study your pictures close up.” you handed over the folder. “I’ll take over the investigation from here.”

... (Le Time Skip)

You first thought was to go straight for the Sleeping Dogs Night Club, undercover of course.

Your driver had opened the door for you to step out. You pulled at the hem of your dress as you stood up straight. You had to look the part and that meant dressed like you had money to waste on literally nothing. Thanks to the rest of your team for helping you with that part, you strode past the line of patrons waiting to get it. All you had to do was slap several bills on the bouncers chest and he let you in like it was nothing. 

The roar of music had you dazed. The sweaty bodies rubbing on one another disgusted you. How people could do this for fun was beyond you. You were looking for something out of the ordinary, something that didn’t make sense. You walked over to the bar, hoping to gather your thoughts.

“A glass of white wine please.” you leaned against the tables. The bartender nodded and turned his back towards you.

“Never seen you here before.”

You turned your head to your left to see a man facing you. He wore a black shirt with the first few buttons undone with a dark tan jacket. His hair hung in the front of his face but you could tell he had an undercut.

“I don’t party.” you turned your head back towards the bartender.

“Why is that?”

“I just don’t.” you answered dryly. You bit back the urge to roll your eyes. Of course, some asshole is trying to chat you up when it’s obvious you want to be alone. 

“Such a shame, girl like you looks like she loves a good time. I know a few cadets like you that could get crazy if they wanted.”

“I’m not one of those people.” you replied.

“One white wine for the lady.” The bartender set the glass down on the table.

“Put it on my tab, Jeff.” the man took at seat on one of the stools. “and bourbon for me.”

“Yes, Mr. Ackerman.”

That name instantly made you eyes widened. You looked over at the man who had been talking who was still looking at you. Ackerman? As in Levi Ackerman? You allowed your eyes to scan his face, it couldn’t be could it? “Something the matter, sweetheart?”

“No...” you shook your head. You grabbed the glass of the table and went back to your thoughts. You were looking for something off, something out of the blue. 

“Hm...What’s your name?”

“...” you didn’t answer. “You first.”

“Heh, playing that game with me eh?” he huffed with laughter. “Levi...Commander Levi Ackerman.” he reached forward and grabbed your free hand. “At your service, sweetheart.” he kissed your knuckles.

“Commander of...” you expected him to finished his sentence. Of course you already knew. You knew all about the criminal underworld and especially about how this man single-handedly took it over. You had gotten cases and files about this man in the past. You knew all about him. You had caught several of his wannabe proxies, but it was the first time you were meeting him face to face.

Levi let a smile cross his face, a sick smile that told you he was playing a game with you. He released your hand and leaned forward, as if waiting to tell you a secret.

“I think you know...Detective L/N.”

You previously curious look hardened into a harsh glare. You hated yourself for allowing such a filthy man to put his hands on you. Levi Ackerman was probably the most dangerous man alive. There wasn’t a limit to him. He killed his own friends and laughed about it afterwards if they crossed him the wrong way. 

“I know why you’re here.” he continued speaking. Seeing your hate filled gazed, he put his hands up in defense. “I just want to say, whatever you think happened...wasn’t my fault.”

“That’s what every criminal says.” you scoffed. “But since I can’t prove you had anything to do with my case, I can’t tazer you in the balls.”

“I’m just saying.” he shrugged. “I know a lot about you Y/N.”

“So I’m assuming you’re familiar with my case then.” you drank from your glass, clearly unamused.

“I am.” he agreed just as the bartender came back with a glass. “I have agents everywhere.”

“Of course you do.” you scoffed. “Fine. I’ll entertain you for a minute. Why should I believe you have nothing to do with my case?” You finished the remnants of your glass, now very interested in the excuses he was about to use.

“We’ll we can’t really talk here. I don’t talk about work out on the open. Follow me.”

Levi stood up straight and dusted himself off. He began walking off, not looking to see if you were following him or not.

Maybe you were too curious, but you just had to follow him. 

It wouldn’t be the first time your curiosity got you into trouble.

(So it seems like this is gonna be multiple parts. Yay?)

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