Hey Maddie may i ask for some Janny stuff? Specifically Janny having sex with his s/o and accidantly hurting them? Like maybe he thrusts a bit too hard and they bump against the head of the bed or something like that?
Janny can get a bit carried away in bed
He doesn’t exactly mean to, but he gets caught up in the moment
A lot of it has to do with his “cool guy” persona
He wants to be the kind of guy who is suave and perfect in the bedroom
At first he doesn’t notice you yelp
And if he does, he thinks it’s a good yelp, like you’re overwhelmed with pleasure
But once he looks down and sees the pained look on your face, he jumps back
“Oh shit! Babe!” He’ll shout, stopping all movement and bending down to check on you
He feels like such a dork, he’s so embarrassed
He’ll try to play it cool once he knows you’re not seriously injured, but inside he’s mentally kicking himself
“Guess I was a little too much for you huh?” He’ll laugh as he tends to you
Inside he won’t stop scolding himself
You two will have to come up with some sort of code word
Not exactly the same as a safe word, but more of a “That wasn’t a good moan!” word
You’ll have to work with him if you want him to be a more attentive lover
A lot of it stems from his own misunderstandings about sex and his desire to be cool
He loves you and wants you to enjoy it, he’s just under the impression that caring “too much” would make him lame
But if you’re willing to work with him, he’ll get there
Regardless, any time he hurts you during the act, he may talk a big game, but he’s going to be all over you until you’re better
“Hah, I blew your legs out. Do you need another ice pack?”
“Damn, my thrusts left a good knot on your head. Are you sure it hasn’t gotten any bigger?”
Kinda curious how you would rate the escapeability of some other yandere characters from Hellsing if that's okay, like Jan, Luke, Walter and the Doctor
Hi anon! Are you the same one as before, if so hello again!
The scale will go like this: 0=Inescapable 10= Complete Escape
Slight warning as ya know...yandere...
How Escapable Are They PT.2
Jan Valentine
Escapability Rating: 6/10
“The fuck are you going babe?”
Jan is very…scatter brained, to put it best. He relies more on his big brother for all of the logical thinking so when it comes to escaping him you need to keep him distracted long enough to skidaddle. The only trouble is 1.) He likes to show you every thing, and 2.) His brother, he knows you’ll try and run. If you can manage to get him distracted or start done trouble your chances are pretty high!
Luke Valentine
“I don’t have time for this, sit still.”
Escapability Rating: 5/10
He’s disappointed in you, trying to escape, really? You know he doesn’t have time for this, so be good and sit still. That’s his downfall, his brother and his work. He expects you to just do as he says and scares you into sitting still, but hell never resort to physical punishment and once you realise that it’s easier. Any time he is caught up you can try and slip away but he’s just so damn fast. Better hope you can hide well~
Walter C. Dornez
“And where are you off to Butterfly?”
Escapability Rating: 2/10
He has all the time in the world to ensure that you will never escape, and he is utterly captivated by you. His level of strategic thinking is not to be trifled with and he has most certainly set up his threads all over the house so he knows exactly where are or are headed. He even sets threads on the clothes he sets out for you in the morning so the likely hood of you escaping is slim…unless you don’t wear what he asks you to. He’s busy enough to where you are not always but his side, however if you can be then you will be plain and simple. When you aren’t, he expects you to wander of practice some hobby so there is plenty of time for you to think and explore possible escape routes. All this is good and well but once he has you, you can’t escape so your execution of your plan has to be flawless and clever. But do remember he works for the Hellsing Organisation, meaning he has favours to cash in should your agility best him.
The Doctor
“You will stay right here my precious specimen, where I can keep a close eye on you~”
Escapability Rating: 0/10
Sorry, but there is no way you are getting away from him dead or alive. He keeps you in the same room he performs experiments on just to revel in the way you quake and shiver at the blood curdling screams of his victims. He scared you into submission without a doubt and will even threaten to mangle you so you simply can’t move away from him. You are his perfect specimen, and he intends to keep you.
Bonus
Rip Van Winkle
“Mein Liebling, why are you trying to leave me?”
Escapability Rating: 3/10
You would think that she’d be pretty easy to escape but she can be very manipulative and clingy. She will try to win you over by love and care genuinely wanting to keep you all to herself, however if you refuse her advances she will resort of emotional manipulation. She knows just how to pull on the heart strings of mostly anyone, and well if that doesn’t work she always can lock you up and have Zorin or The Doctor mess up your poor little mind and make you dependant on her. You are her darling, what kind of lover would she be if she let you leave?
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, heavy noncon, abuse and injuries, threats of violence against reader in detail, graphic depictions of blood, foot fucking, all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-six [ jan valentine + foot fucking ]
the last dime-shaped burn was still sizzling on your flesh, a faint gray stream curling up from your ankle as your bare feet rub against his lap. your skin was already littered with marks— bruises, cuts, burns. dozens of them. a staggering reminder, most of which would permanently marr your visage, that you were at the vampire’s mercy.
“You know what you are now, don’tcha?” his smirk was wide and toothy, twisting his ragged features into a chilling sight to behold. the gold hoops in his lower lips glint as he speaks, catching what little bit of light still held from the flickering, broken bulb that hung from the ceiling. you were grateful that your surroundings were mostly concealed in darkness, but you could smell the carnage. all the blood and gun smoke. the stench of the death of your friends and coworkers that lingered in the hallways. you were humiliated enough when you couldn’t even fight back, but the fact that Jan Valentine hadn’t even bothered to kill you yet, and instead had played with you, was even worse. treating you like a child’s doll, he left his marks on you, and pretzeled you into whatever position he wanted to torture you in next, and you could do nothing to stop it. unlike your stronger and more courageous comrades, who’d fought to their demise, you were left for the vampires to do with as they pleased. you sniffle, but the tears had mostly dried on your face, and look up at him with big, scared eyes. you’d already learnt better than to beg him for mercy, if your busted lip was an indication. Jan grinned wider, cocked his head to the side, and snickered. “You’re my little fuckslut now.” his razor’s edge fangs were stained red. with whose blood? you didn’t want to know. “A piece of meat, for me to carve up however the fuck I want to.”
you flinch at that, and push your trembling toes against his cock more fervently, allowing the entire sole of your soft foot to massage the rigid veins. he seems harder now that he’s describing cutting you.
“Thinking about making you bleed some more is making me hard, fuck.” Jan hisses, malevolently, as he reaches for you. one, rough grip takes hold of the hair at your scalp, and you cry out, closing your eyes tightly as he jerks you closer. “I think that’s what I’ll do. Make you a real prime cut of fuckmeat. Take away any part of you that wants to tell me no, or fight back, and leave only the places I can stick my dick untouched. What do you say? Want me to cut you?”
you shake your head, whimpering a nearly incoherent babble of no’s and god no’s.
“Then you better make every limb that that you want to keep useful, because only the parts of you that I can fuck interest me.” his threat spurs you, and you whimper, rubbing your soles against his cock with more urgency. you had a feeling he wasn’t bluffing, and that the sick bastard would actually cut your feet off if you didn’t make them useful to him. and that meant servicing him. “Keep going,” Jan grinned like the devil, jutting his hips forward as the toe of his heavy boot taps against the floor. “Wanna see my dick between your feet. Make it feel as good as a pussy, and I’ll letcha keep ‘em once I’ve shot my load on ‘em.”
you physically cringe and recoil at his words— they were so vulgar. but, you do as instructed and clamp your feet together, creating a tight gap for his cock to slide into, and you pump them up and down, your motions awkward and erratic, lacking skill. after all, you’ve never had to do this for anyone before. but you got the feeling this wouldn’t be the last time you were forced to do this for him.
“You’re gettin’ it.” Jan grunted in mild approval, and launched a wad of spit into his own lap. it soaked your feet, and you had no choice but to smear it over his twitching, swollen cock as they stroked it. your eyes flit to the sight of your disgraced, bruised feet and then away, humiliated and ashamed. Jan laughs, a loud and raspy cackle, stomping one foot close to you. “What, you still shy?” he taunts, menacing and cruel. “Stupid bitch, I’m not even close to being done here. You better get used to watching me fuck every part of ya, and show some gratitude for my choice to keep you alive while I do it.”
Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader (figure skater!reader)
Summary: People find it hard to believe that Jan wrote Gladiator for you and his relationship with you, but once they look in the lyrics a bit better it all makes sense.
Warning/s: swearing (twice, maybe three times), impaled smut, but not in detail, stress and pressure, possible grammar and spelling mistakes, but I really hope you will enjoy this one
Author's note: I didn't see any Jann imagines on here and we CAN NOT and WILL NOT have that... so I made one. I also kind of got inspired by the queen herself, Alexandra Trusova. Enjoy! (Requests are open)
Welcome to the party, say hi to everybody
Paid for by Martini, but they're sippin' on Bacardi
Body's more than just a flesh, you can sell it for success
What's your price what's your address? We can finish at my place
Sometimes it can get really hard. You were a famous figure skater and it meant that you had to give up a lot. Like a lot. You could make some friends, sure, but it will never last. Figure skating is truly a very competitive sport and it would mean that you had to go up against your friends most of the time. So yeah, it never ends well. One always gets hurt and, as selfish as this may sound, you always had to make sure that you wouldn't be the one to get hurt.
You kind of lost all of the interest about the party that you were attending right now. You just felt so tired from the late practice last night that you felt like you could easily doze off right here. You found yourself leaning against the bar corner as you drank the last drop of your Bacardi, even tho you paid for a Martini. However, when the bartender brought you the wrong drink you didn't want to be one of those people so you didn't tell him anything. Plus you really couldn't care less as long as you get a little alcohol in your system to try and wash away all of the shit that was currently going on. The preparations for the World Championship was truly killing you, eating you outside out.
As you ordered yourself a new round of Bacardi, you noticed the guy standing next to you.
You didn't really know what was it. The alcohol? Your fucked out drunk as fuck brain? Or perhaps it was the tiredness from the bone crushing training with zero percent of sleep? In any case, whatever it was, you noticed one thing. The guy was drop dead gorgeous, it surprised you that he was alone nursing a bunch of Margaritas. His hair was dirty blonde, almost brown. His eyes looked so tired, but they still held a beautiful kind of joy. He looked so tired, too. You noticed the way he was lightly gripping at the glass that he was probably a bit drunk, too. You also noticed that he was so freakishly tall. It all confused you. You thought that it was ridiculous. How can somebody be so bloody drop dead gorgeous?
Maybe it was alcohol after all because you suddenly got a wave of self encouragement and you found yourself slowly stepping towards him. Something was simply pulling you towards him. You simply felt like you need to get to know him. It surprised you. You weren't usually the one to step forward, it flooded you with nervousness. Plus, considering your occupation, you didn't really have much time to get yourself a boyfriend, but it felt like it would be nice. All you had to do entire day was wake up, eat if you have time, practice, quick break, more practice, shower, rihurse, eat, sleep. On Fridays you allowed yourself to get drunk just enough so you could forget it all, but you thought that it would be nice. You know?
To have someone who is not putting even more pressure on you, to always be there for you, no matter what. To encourage you, to be there for you, to cheer you on, to make you happy. Somebody who will be proud of you no matter what. Someone who will be there when the pressure and the expectations get to much. When you break down. Someone to hold you. To see you as you. To love you. And, weirdly enough, you felt this towards that unknown guy you just saw, but you didn't now that he was actually looking at you the entire night. Watching you drowning yourself in a drink that you didn't even order, but were to nice to say anything to the bartender. He was watching you perform for a bit, too. He found you very talented. Very gorgeous.
However, before you could make a few steps towards him, from the spot in which you were standing in, you were suddenly swarmed with the crowd.
It lasted long enough it seems like, you thought to yourself. It was just a matter of time before somebody would approach you. In the corner of your eye, you saw him smirking at you, his face saying "amusement". Your eyes met and he got up, to your surprise. People around you were yelling, dancing, drinking, the crowd stared to make small talk, but your eyes were still just on him. He knew it, too. He stopped walking when he reached the end of the crowd. Your eyes filled with realization and a bit of amusement. Once you finally said hello to everybody, you will reach the one you want to get to know the most right now. And so you started with the talk.
After a long while, you felt like you got hit by a truck. You were still talking, still drinking, still faking. Just as the last person finally went away and the last photo got taken, at that moment approached you the person you wanted the most. He ordered himself and you a Martini and you got to chit-chat.
"I must say." He began as the bartender placed two Martinis in front of you. "I feel so honored that you found time to talk to me."
"Yeah, sorry about that." You suddenly your cheeks felt hot and you realized that you were blushing.
"No, it's good. But I must say you look even more gorgeous when you blush." He gave you his signature smirk as he took another sip of his Martini. At that, you felt like your face was red as a tomato.
"By the way, I saw your performance in Amsterdam three days ago." He said and you couldn't help but to look up at him in surprise. God he was so tall. "Those two flips that you did... I can see that you are very skilled." He gave you another compliment as he took another sip of his Martini. You felt so honored, he had seen you perform, he thinks your skilled. Somehow it felt like a big commitment. Somehow, someway, his opinion mattered to you.
"Really?" You started, suddenly feeling very bold. "I thought that the part where I did that Cantilever was gonna be your favorite."
"Oh, trust me it is." He gave you a wink as he continued to talk. "It looked really good, darling." He said, his Polish accent coming on strong.
"Well, what can I say. It had to be good. However, sometimes, the body is more than just a flesh, but in many things you can sell it for success." You winked back at him as you said that. "But you have to have some talent, too."
Both him and you knew one thing, though. If you continued to drink as much as you do right now and talk the way you were talking right now, you will probably end up finishing this conversation at his place.
Ever been to Bali? I really need some sun
Such a shame 'bout that tsunami, I'll have to go to Cali
I can get you dressed, wrap your body in excess
Give them something to obsess over
It felt so good. You were talking about everything and about nothing. He told you that he wanted to visit an island called Bali, but a day before his flight he saw the news about the island being hit by a tsunami so he decided to go to Cali. He also told you that he was a professional song writer and a singer and that he wanted to make another song, but didn't really have an inspiration.
You were telling him about the struggle of your sport and that you felt like all of the weight of the expectations were slowly, but surely crushing down on you. But you also told him about the fun part of your job, the costumes, the song and choreography choice. You enjoyed that, he could tell so, too. From the way that you were talking about it, he felt like he could listen forever.
"My coach is putting so much pressure on me. It gets to much, sometimes. Like I'm not famous enough. It gets on my nerves so much sometimes. I can't even go to a grocery store, most of the time somebody will recognize me!"
You complained and he listened. He listened and gave his opinion and you knew that he felt the same and it hurt so much. You felt like you had fallen in love, it was ridiculous. But at the same time it wasn't.
After a while he pulled you towards the middle of the dance floor. You were laughing and dancing and singing along. You didn't feel this relaxed and this happy for a long time. It felt like drugs. You just couldn't get enough and you never wanted it to stop.
Jan placed his arms around your waist as you danced and just had fun. You pulled each other closer as you danced. You could smell his cologne as you hid your face in his neck. He smelled like the finest air, alcohol and cigarettes. It was a weird combination, but it was so comforting, you felt like you could only breathe that astonishing smell for the rest of your life. Pretty soon, you tangled your hands in his hair as he played with the edge of your dress.
"They are taking photos of us." You found yourself whispering in his ear. You could practically feel the smirk he directed to you.
"It's fine." Jan laughed a bit, amused. "A figure skater and a singer. That'll give them something to obsess over."
You'll love it when I give it to you, leave you wanting more
I know your addiction's attention, let's start a show
Is it everything and more than you were hoping for?
Show us something we ain't never seen before
Jan and you were dating for two months now, and you had to admit that it was the best relationship that you were ever in. It went so much better than you thought it would. He was your number 1 supporter and you were his. He came to your every performance just like you came to every gig he had. You were always cheering him on just like he always cheered you on.
You just got off the practice, you were supposed to have a few days off and you couldn't wait to go away. You couldn't wait to leave rehearsals for a while, to leave your coach for a while, to leave the public eye for a while. You just couldn't wait to go get out of the building and crash at Jan's place. As you got out of the rehearsal, the first person you saw was your gorgeous boyfriend.
The moment he saw you he gave you your water bottle and despite your protests took your bag and slang it over his shoulder. He put his arm around you and led you to the car as you drank your water. You couldn't wait to get to his house. And, boy, it was worth the wait.
The moment you walked in he had you pressed against the wall, kissing you passionately. You tangled your hands in his gorgeous hair as he mumbled "jump" against your mouth. You did just that. Jan's arms wrapped around your legs as he walked upstairs towards the bedroom.
He gently placed you down, his lips never in the wildest dreams leaving your lips. Jam continued to kiss you as both of you slowly got rid of your clothes. After you were both pressed against each other, skin to skin, he pulled away for a short while.
"You'll love it when I give it to you. I'll leave you wanting more." And that wasn't a threat, it was a promise.
Smash your competition, baby
Show us some good entertainment
Victory's your only payment
Gladiator, gladiator
You were so bloody nervous, you felt like you were about to throw up or explode or something. You were messing around with the end of the red costume you were wearing, a white jacket was slung over your shoulders to protect the costume.
Jan immediately noticed what was wrong and quickly brought you into a hug. He didn't say anything for a while, he was just slowly rocking you back and forth in his arms.
Jan felt you tighten your arms around him. You felt like crying. He knew it. He pulled you even closer, afraid that you would disappear or that a messy cloud of fear and anxiety that was hanging above your head would cover you completely. The smell of his cologne calmed you down a little bit, but you still felt like you would much rather just crowl into a hole and die.
"You can do this." Jan pulled away as he placed both of his hands on each side of your face. "You can land 5 quads, you can win the World Championship. I know you can." It seemed like his words of encouragement did little to settle down the nervous pit that was constantly, slowly, painfully growing inside of your stomach.
"But, what if I-?"
"Even if you don't." He gave you a look. "Even if you don't it will still be like you did. For me you did. For your whole country, for your family, for your friends it will be like you won."
You nodded your head slowly, nervousness calming down a little bit. He slowely copied your action and nodded his head, too. You gave him a smile, a silent "thank you" for slicing that into you.
"Now go out there and show them something they have never seen before." He said and you pulled him in a quick kiss before your coach called you.
"Thank you, Jan." You whispered before you left. Jan smiled as he watched you go, shining with pride as he walked away to get to his seat.
Welcome to the party, I know it's kinda funny
That everyone is acting like they know you personally
Just play along, be nice and all
You won't get far being on your own
Your makeup was a bit ruined, but it didn't matter because you did it! Everything that you were working on your whole life had come true. You won the World Championship and you made history by landing 5 quads.
You grabbed your trophy and took pictures with the girls who got 2nd and 3rd place. But there was this bubbling excitement in your chest. You just couldn't wait to get off of the platform and to celebrate your victory with the person who supported you the most. Jan.
The moment that you saw each other, you ran to one another and Jan lifted you from the ground as he kept spinning you around.
"I'm so proud of you, baby!" He said as he attacked you with kisses. "My world champion!"
Later on you walked into a celebration party. Everyone was chatting with you, congratulations were shot at you from miles away and everyone was talking to you like they truly know you. After a while, you called it quits and left with one arm wrapped around your trophy and with other arm wrapped around your greatest treasure.
"I find it kind of funny, you know." Jan spoke up as you walked towards the car with you. "Everyone was talking to us like they knew every single thing about us."
"I know. But you know what?" You tightened your arm around him as you gave him a light, tired smile. "You really should always be kind to everyone. On this world you can't do it all on your own. So thank you, Jan. For your support."
ALUCARD isn’t a fan of this, and will always want to be big spoon whether you like it or not. Considers it as giving him a hug and just not letting go. Isn’t certain if he likes it or not. You cuddle him in his chair. Just another weird human custom. He eventually warms up to it, because he’s a “hopeless romantic” and whatever makes you happy - he has to try at least once.
ALEXANDER doesn’t mind this. It’s so cute when you snuggle into him. Even calling him your “father” when you do it. Alexander has attempted to do this too and even thought about being the little spoon once. It does happen, and he’s so happy when it finally is his turn.
SCHRÖDINGER is the first one in the relationship to try this. Mostly the little spoon and this catboy always finds a way to nuzzle into your chest. Only wants to be the big spoon if he’s comforting you. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you.
WALTER isn’t new to this. You cant say if he’s had lovers in the past or not, but he certainly welcomed this with open arms. You two normally cuddle in the bed. He’s always the big spoon. He wants you to feel protected.
LUKE is an “elegant” cuddler. Literally, his cuddling is so soft. He’s normally very busy, so most of your cuddles will be on his couch or his lounging chair where he reads most of his books. Prefers to be the big spoon but from time to time will indeed be the little spoon.
JAN loves cuddling. It 9/10 turns into something more if Jan can’t keep his hands to himself. Prefers to be the big spoon but doesn’t mind being the little spoon. Does a lot of sweet talking while cuddling, specifically thing he wouldn’t say around Luke or anyone else.
PIP is in between. Sometimes he hates it because of how he gets but also loves it because he’s super close to you. Always the big spoon because of your smaller frame. Likes head scratches during cuddling or small kisses. If he falls asleep, there’s no escape when cuddling him.
𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗨𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 || dark!jan (the edukators/die fetten Jahre sind vorbei) x reader
𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 | in scoping out his next target, jan hadn't realised that you wouldn't be joining your family on their next vacation; in choosing to stay home, you hadn't realised what you were in for.
𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 | 4.3k
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 | smut (noncon, with fingering and penetrative sex), innocence kink, virginity loss/first time, brief exhibitionism, degradation, daddy kink, spitting (in mouth and on pussy), breaking and entering/home invasion, touch of misogyny kink, slight objectification kink (petnames like babydoll/dolly being 99% of this), slight bleeding (from sex specifically), death mention (no threats, just the fear of threats if that makes sense?)
𝗔/𝗡 | you don't need to have seen the movie to understand this fic, as long as you know that jan and his friends break into rich people's houses as part of their anti-capitalist rebellion. note that the vast majority of dialogue is written in english for simplicity, but that these conversations would actually take place fully in german.
this is a DARK fic, if you hit 'keep reading' I don't wanna hear you upset about content listed clearly in the warnings section
It’s probably normal to hear a bump in the night, to wake up and be a little freaked out, but to ultimately just stay in bed and not do anything about it. At first you were sure you were sure it was nothing, though your gut told you otherwise; then, as you heard more and more you spent quite some time convincing yourself that it was just pipes creaking or the foundation settling. But the thing about pipes and foundations is they don’t speak German.
“Hier entlang, hier entlang,” someone whispered, and footsteps shifted all along the lower floor.
Maybe you were still asleep, and this was just a strange dream, a terrifying dream. You pulled the blanket up over your head and prayed to wake up, but the denial turned to terror when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
You jumped out of bed, but it was too late to go out your bedroom door— you could hear them walking and whispering outside. Your bathroom had a small window, but even if you managed to fit through it you’d be on the second story with no way to ropel down. Maybe in your mind you could be some daring adventurer with the perfect plan to escape, or with the skills to defend yourself with something random you could grab, but you knew better than to really think you could do anything but hide.
As the footsteps and voices got louder, your eyes frantically searched the room and finally landed on the large upright dresser— maybe it was a little obvious, but it had a handy little feature that made it lock from the inside. It had come in handy for a decade of hide-and-seek, and now it would hopefully serve you one last time.
With not a second to spare, you ran over and grabbed the golden handles, swinging the doors open but being careful to shut them quietly after you’d stepped inside and made room for yourself among the coats and dresses. You searched for the lock in the pitch darkness, only able to find it because it was right above the keyhole that glowed from the dim light outside. Just as you turned the knob and heard the metal lock slide inside the wooden door, you heard your bedroom door open.
Someone walked around your room briefly, you even heard them pick something up and set it down— probably your bedside lamp, based on where it was coming from, but you obviously couldn’t be sure and frankly didn’t care that much. Footsteps approached the dresser and you saw the keyhole light up as a flashlight passed over it.
“Let’s take all the clothes and put them in the fireplace,” a voice in the room announced. “We won’t actually light the fireplace, but it sends a message.”
You covered your mouth with your hand to try to keep quiet when the doors shook briefly from an attempt to open them.
“Fuck, it’s locked.”
“Here, you go on to the next room, I’ll pick it,” a second voice decided, and you heard more footsteps as someone else approached the armoire. “Look how fancy the dresser is, they’ve probably got furs in here too— god knows people living in a house like this can’t miss an opportunity to destroy the environment.”
You heard something jiggle inside the keyhole, a clicking noise that went on for just a few moments before you heard the metal slide inside the wood again and the doors slowly opened.
A man, dressed in black and holding a flashlight in his gloved hands, stared at you from behind a mask that left only his brown eyes visible. You both stood still, staring at each other, until he did exactly the last thing you expected: he lifted the mask up to his forehead and showed you his face.
He was a lot younger than you would’ve expected, though he had the scruffy beard of a guy trying to look older; his teeth were slightly crooked when he smiled at you, and when he raised a brow while he gave you a quick look-over, you noticed the way they almost connected in the middle.
Under his gaze, you suddenly felt very aware of how little your lacy, baby pink nightgown protected you from the chilling night air.
"Well, what's this?" he asked coyly as he watched you shiver. "Guess these capitalist pigs left one of their little piglets behind." He put on a cooing sort of voice as he addressed you directly: "Did mummy and daddy leave you all alone while they went on holiday?"
He stepped closer even as you tried to shrink away, examining you carefully.
“Get out of there, silly, what are you hiding for? I’m not gonna hurt you,” he assured, not that you found it especially comforting. When you didn’t step out of your own accord, he grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you forward; he slammed the dresser doors behind you, and you whimpered in fear as he pinned you down against them by each arm. "Shh, hey, don't worry— I'm here to take care of you, you can call me daddy instead until your heartless banker father gets back. Go ahead, tell me what's wrong."
"I—"
"Ah ah," he tutted with a mix of bemusement and disappointment, "I already told you how to address me."
You shuddered but finally responded, "Daddy, I'm scared."
He gave you a demeaning little pout, but you continued.
"Some men broke in and I'm alone and… and I don't know if they want to hurt me."
"No, baby, they don't want to hurt you," he promised with a gentle smile, but it turned horrifically sinister as he leaned in to add with a whisper: "but we will if we have to."
You swallowed thickly, your gut twisting when you felt him breathe out against your neck.
"So you're gonna be a good girl, right?"
You nodded quickly, turning away when he leaned in closer, looking down at you with darkened eyes and running the fingers of his black gloves over the neckline of your pyjamas.
“You were just waiting for me, huh? All tucked in in your cute little nightgown, dressed up like a doll,” he grinned. “I bet you want daddy to play with you, hm?”
He laughed cruelly when you shook your head, fighting harder to get away again as he squeezed your arms tight enough to leave marks where his fingers had been.
“Wanna play, little dolly?” he continued, pressing his body into yours and roughly shoving his leg between your thighs. “I know you do… c'mon and give me a kiss," he requested.
“N-no,” you stammered, but he grabbed your jaw in his gloved hand and forced you to look ahead, slamming his lips onto yours and ignoring your muffled protests. When he pinched your side you gasped instinctively, and he shoved his tongue inside your mouth roughly— but that only lasted for a moment, before you found renewed strength and managed to shove him back. It wasn’t far enough to free yourself, but enough to get a break from the oppressive kiss.
“Aw, don’t be mean,” he pouted, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. “You said you’d be good for me, remember?”
“Just stop, please,” you whined, gasping before you could stop yourself when he rubbed his thigh up against you— hitting right on your clit which throbbed in spite of everything. Somehow the fear made you more sensitive, or at least something had because you’d never felt quite like this before.
“See? You’re all worked up,” he explained, “I’m gonna help you.”
This time when he leaned in he started to kiss and suck at your neck instead, starting right beneath your ear and moving down slowly until his tongue laved over the crook where your shoulder began. As much as you hated it, it made arousal pulse between your legs where his thigh continued to push hard on you.
When he moved even closer, you could feel his erection against your hip; you didn’t even realise that you’d let out a gasp until you felt him smile against your neck. “Oh, babydoll… you want daddy’s cock inside you, I can tell.”
“N-no, I don’t— just stop,” you begged.
“If only it were so easy, to just ask someone to stop,” he mused. “You know how many times we asked people like your father to stop before they fucked us? You know how far that gets us? You don’t just get to ask nicely, you have to fight for it…”
He chuckled as you writhed in his embrace.
“But you’re too weak to fight, poor thing.”
"Please, I'm not a part of whatever you’re talking about,” you tried to explain, “I don't know much about what Papa does at work—"
"That's your problem, baby, you're blissfully ignorant! Not all of us have that luxury. But the good news is, I'm here to educate you." He pushed up even closer to you, speaking lowly right into your ear with rage starting to bubble up in his voice. "Your father is a piece of scum who feeds on the working class and then robs them blind. You live like this, unquestioningly, and the rest of Germany suffers. Stuck-up bitch like you wouldn't even notice me if you saw me on the street, would you? Wouldn't even give me the time of day, but now you're at my mercy. That’s what you people need to learn: that you’re not gonna be on top forever.”
Suddenly you felt his hand cup your sex through your nightgown, and you choked on your gasp. “No—!” you started to shout, but his right hand covered your mouth as the left hastily pulled your pyjamas up and reached under them.
“Stop fucking squirming,” he grunted as he reached between your kicking legs and slid quickly up your thigh. “Mm, bet you’re hiding a pretty little cunt under this nightgown— hold still, baby, you’re gonna like this.”
Finally maneuvring his way into your panties, he abruptly shoved two gloved fingers inside of you, watching closely as you scrunched your face up tight in discomfort. He thrusted and twisted them around for a bit, carelessly stretching you open as you tried desperately to squirm away; it stung a bit, and the leather of the gloves was cool and awkwardly firm against your walls. For some reason, when he dropped his free hand from your face, you didn’t try to scream again— maybe because you knew no one who cared could hear you— and you just panted heavily instead.
As quickly as he’d pushed them in he pulled them out, bringing the glove up to his mouth to take it off with his teeth with a little growl before rubbing his bare hand over your pussy again. You whimpered when he slid his fingers inside you again, this time feeling the texture of his skin as he curled the pads of his fingers right against your spot. “Yeah?” he mumbled his taunt around the leather between his teeth before spitting the glove out onto the floor. “Fuck, so warm… you’re so wet already, dolly, has nobody been giving this pussy any attention?”
He stopped moving his fingers inside you to pull out and give your clit a few slaps, licking his lips when you cried out from the sharp sensation.
“Huh?” he reminded you to answer when you never gave a response.
“N-no,” you shook your head, finally, and he smiled like he was proud of himself.
“Yeah? You’re not a virgin, are you?”
You only looked down at the floor, blinking a few times as you focused on the teal carpet, and heard him laugh darkly.
“Oh, dolly, I might break you,” he warned roughly as he pushed your gown up to your waist, ignoring your sobbed pleas for him to stop. “We don’t usually take anything from the people we visit, but if I take your virginity maybe your people will finally get the message.”
“Please— you don’t have to do that,” you stammered, rushing through whatever you could think of to make him change his mind, “I won’t tell anyone you were here. You can have whatever you want, if I call them they can send you money—”
“You aren’t even fucking listening to me, we don’t want your expensive bullshit and we don’t want your dirty fucking money!” he corrected sternly, clutching your sleeves tighter and shaking you slightly with the intensity of his movements. “We just want you to be afraid, because the revolution is coming.”
But you were afraid of something much more imminent than a revolution.
“Get on the fucking bed,” he demanded, though you couldn’t do much else considering he was already roughly tossing you onto it, climbing on top of you and pinning you down when you started to crawl back instinctively. With his legs resting on yours and keeping you (somewhat) still, he only needed one hand to grab your shoulders while the other rushed to open his jeans.
Your eyes got a little wide when you saw his cock— before that, it was almost like some part of you didn’t really think he’d go through with his, but now you could see clearly that he was hard and ready… and big enough to make you question how that thing was even supposed to fit inside you.
He tore through your panties like they were paper; he lifted and spread your legs as he sat between them and, much to your humiliation, just stared down at your pussy for a moment. You’d never felt so exposed and it made you feel worse than ever. “Knew you’d have a pretty cunt,” he announced smugly, “can’t wait to see it all stretched out and covered in my come— I’m gonna ruin you, babydoll.”
You weakly struggled as he held your hips down with one hand and haphazardly stroked his cock a few times with the other, rubbing himself over your opening before pulling his hips back to spit right onto your clit. After spreading the improvised lubrication around with his head for a moment, he pushed down on it with his thumb to line up with your hole and, without any further warning, slid inside in one motion.
You bit down on your lip hard, and even that wasn’t enough to distract you from the sting; it felt like he was ripping you open, not to mention going so deep that you could feel him in your stomach.
He groaned loudly, head falling back for a moment as he started to thrust into you. “Fuck, I can tell you’re a virgin— it must be hurting you, huh?”
But the question was a bit redundant, since tears had already begun to stream down your temples and your fingers were clutching tightly onto the sheets beneath you; if they were any less expensive, they probably would’ve ripped.
“Maybe a little pain will be good for you,” he decided with a smirk, “I think a spoiled brat like you has been spared the rod a few too many times.”
It was definitely more than a ‘little’ pain, and it only seemed to sting more each time he pulled back and pushed in again— he wasn’t going very fast, yet, so that was one thing you could almost be thankful for. That said, he wasn’t very gentle either.
He hastily reached up under your nightgown to grope your breasts, quickly moving from one to the other as he squeezed them just a bit too hard. “You like how daddy plays with your tits, don’t you?” he grunted. “Say, ‘yes daddy.’”
“Y-yes, daddy,” you mumbled awkwardly; maybe being embarrassed to say that was superfluous considering everything else happening right now, but your face got warmer regardless.
A whimper almost caught in your throat when he pinched your hardened nipples, but it broke through when he seemingly-randomly gave a spank to your inner thigh.
He looked down at where your bodies were joined, where he was stretching you out with steady pumps of his cock that filled you to the brim, before reaching up to quickly pull his black sweater off over his head— a t-shirt underneath came off with it as his chest was exposed. He wasn’t unreasonably pale but he clearly wasn’t the type to get a ton of sun, and he had a thin scattering of dirty-blonde hair over some of it. It was sort of embarrassing, now, seeing how thin he was and yet he was still so much stronger than you.
"You're getting so wet, babydoll, look— you're making a mess on these expensive sheets," he grinned. And he wasn't lying; the sting of the stretch had slowly faded, replaced with a friction you actually couldn't help but enjoy. Each time he moved, he seemed to slide right over a spot that made you tighten up your legs so they wouldn't shake.
But, apparently, there was still plenty left that he could do to hurt you.
You cried out, so louder it echoed across the room, when he suddenly thrust into you hard and deep, hitting the very end of you as your body involuntarily jolted— he clapped his hand down over your mouth instantly, muffling your cries to near-silence as he set a punishingly fast pace out of nowhere. You couldn’t turn your head when you heard your bedroom door open, but you could glance to the side and see another burglar appear in the doorway, staring forward at the scene in front of him.
A new sense of shame burned inside you for being seen in such a way; oddly, it came with guilt, too, as if you were doing something wrong yourself, when really it was just something wrong being done to you. The man on top of you didn’t seem to feel much of either, though: he didn’t even slow down.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" the other man asked his partner, face still hidden but his voice a mixture of bewildered and disgusted. "This isn't how we roll."
"Fuck off, I'm almost done," your attacker scoffed. You tried to use the distraction to fight him again— you swung your arms to try to scratch his face or push him away, but without even hesitating he simply stopped covering your mouth to pin your wrists at either side of your head.
"Is this really what you think the revolution is about?" the man in the door sneered. "Or does that even matter to you when you think you might get some ass? Jesus, I always knew you were a creep but this is…" he trailed off.
"Maybe you should take a turn with her, might fix your attitude," the man on top of you suggested. "She's real tight— trust me, you'll feel better."
"I promise that raping that girl isn't gonna make me feel better, Jan," he frowned.
"Fine, then just go so I can finish and I'll meet you guys in the yard," Jan— apparently that was his name— instructed.
"Don't go," you begged the man in the door, seeing the concern on his face— you could tell he wanted to stop Jan, maybe if you asked him to, he would.
"Shut up, bitch," Jan growled, correcting you with a slap to the face.
The man in the doorway just shook his head and sighed, stepping back into the hall and shutting the door behind him. You cried harder, more sure than ever that Jan was right when he said you were at his mercy; and he didn’t seem to have much.
He fucked you rough and fast, recklessly chasing his own pleasure with no regard for yours. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean that you didn’t feel any pleasure, though… it was building, in fact, sort of like when you touched yourself but so much stronger, and deeper, and threatening to overflow at any moment. “Oh fuck, you’re close,” he noticed with a tilted grin, “you love it so fucking much, huh? Wanna cream on daddy’s cock?”
You shook your head but he slapped you again, spinning your face to the side as he held both your wrists above your head in one hand and gripped your jaw with the other.
“Stop lying,” he growled, “I can feel it, I can feel your cunt getting tighter… you’re gonna come so fucking hard for me, aren’t you, babydoll? God, what a nasty fucking whore you are…”
He held your face to look straight ahead, up at where he hovered above you and bared his teeth in a snarl, before forcing your mouth open and spitting into it. You grimaced and tried even harder to squirm away but he quickly clamped his hand down over your nose and mouth so you couldn’t try to spit it back out again.
“C’mon, swallow it,” he instructed roughly, voice a bit strained from the force it took to hold you down. You could hardly breathe with his hand this way, and when you tilted your head back to try to get away from it, you accidentally swallowed his spit with a disgusted, muffled grunt. “There you go, good girl,” he purred as he watched your throat bob a bit involuntarily, “that’s it, I know you wanna come— say it! Say ‘daddy I wanna come.’”
He let go of your mouth and slapped you again before you even had a chance to hesitate. “D-daddy,” you whined, “I… I—”
“It’s not that fucking hard,” he hissed, “just say it, you dumb fucking slut!”
One more slap was apparently all you needed to just choke it out: “I wanna come, daddy!” you cried, back starting to arch as the pressure of holding back your release became too much to bear.
“Then fucking come,” he demanded, “come for me, baby, right fucking now.”
You tried to hold out just a moment longer, just to spite him, just so you wouldn’t obey him so easily… but it only took one rough thrust right into the end of you to make it all spill over. You came with a sob, shaking and jerking beneath him for a moment before a warmth spread through you; it started right where he filled you and spread everywhere until your mind was all foggy and your fingers started to go numb— or maybe that was just because of him pinning you down at the wrists.
Much to your disgust, you could hear how wet you had become with every stroke inside you, a sickening squelching noise that made him laugh as your face tingled with numbness and burned with shame all at once. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” he praised, “naughty little dolly, making a mess on daddy’s cock with that dirty fucking cunt of yours… I’m gonna cover it in my come, are you ready, baby? Ask daddy to come on your pussy, don’t make me hit you again.”
“Daddy, please,” you mumbled quietly, “come on my pussy…”
“I can’t hear you, babydoll, you need to speak up,” he mocked.
And you were just so exhausted and overwhelmed and his thrusts inside your sensitive walls were starting to get painful again— that was why you really meant it when you sobbed through your begging: “Please, daddy, come on my pussy!”
With one more panted moan he pulled out and only had to give his cock one blur of a stroke before white, warm come began to paint over your sore opening, your swollen clit, your bruised inner thighs. “Fuuucckkk…” he groaned under his breath as he watched himself coat you, and you caught a tinge of pink from your blood on his cock and hand as he slowed down to a stop. "Sheiße," he sighed, letting go of your wrists to sit up and close his eyes for a moment before looking down again at where you were limp and splayed out on your bed beneath him. “See? I’m getting reckless, I really shouldn’t be leaving evidence…”
Even without that, you knew his name and face, but apparently he was focusing on the copious amounts of DNA he’d just left on you.
“I suppose it won’t be a problem, because you’re not going to tell anyone,” he posited, leaning down slightly to hover over you as you swallowed around the rock that had suddenly formed in your throat. “You know how I know you won’t?”
You weakly shook your head, already terrified to imagine what the answer to that question was going to be. Of course, your first assumption was that he was going to kill you, or threaten to do so if you involved the police. He knew where you lived, he could threaten your family, too: the thought made your skin crawl as he leaned down further to whisper right against your ear as you instinctively turned your face away from him.
“Because if you tell someone that I raped you,” he finally continued, “then you’ll also have to tell them that you liked it.”
Speaking right against your ear, it took him no effort at all to stick his tongue out and lick you right on it, making you squeal with fear and disgust.
He quickly hopped off the bed and recollected himself, stuffing his softening and blood-stained cock back into his pants before gathering his discarded clothes from the floor. "Your folks won't be home for two more nights, right? I should come visit you again," he winked when he spared a glance at you. “Now get some rest, baby, you deserve it. Don’t worry, I’ll lock the front door behind me when we leave… wouldn’t want anybody unsavory getting in, now would we?”
Context: @creme-bruhlee and I discussed a scenario like this a few weeks ago, and I've only just managed to finish it. Basically Jan coming to the reader's rescue (kinda) after having a crush on them for a time😅
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Irritation flares up in me as I hear that same lecherous voice calling out to me from the other end of the bar, trying almost desperately to appeal to me. I don't even have to look round to know the man is leering at me from over the top of his beer, which he has graciously spilled all over the counter in his want to get me over to him. My co-worker gives me a subtle, sympathetic look, before passing me a cloth to mop up the mess.
Plastering on a false, pleasant smile, I turn and approach the greasy man trying to get my attention. As he sees this, he grins and sits forwards, a triumphant look on his face as he twists his lips into a sleazy smirk, drink held loosely in one hand, the glass now half-empty where it had been totally full just five minutes before.
"Sorry, sweetheart. Had a little accident." He points at the mess in front of him, head cocked to the side suggestively, "Mind helping me out?"
Barely able to contain the sigh of disgust that threatens to leave me, I feel my eyes flick briefly over to the leather-clad man a few chairs down, almost as if seeking refuge with the gruff biker I've come to know as Jan. Chestnut hair falls into a pale face, expression apparently showing no interest, though I can see piercing blue-grey eyes watching the interaction. The gaze sends a shiver down my spine, having grown accustomed to - and admittedly attached to - the feeling of being under his externally indifferent scrutiny. Once more, he's nursing a beer, smoke curling around him from a cigarette held between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, looking for all the world like a jaded lover, left to mourn the loss of an unfaithful ex. Unfortunately, it looks like I'll get no help from him.
"Of course, sir. If you wouldn't mind just sitting back a little, I'll be able to just clean that up." I say sweetly, holding the cloth up for the greasy man with the spillage to see.
"Aw, I'm sure you can go around me." He smirks, leaning back just a fraction.
In my head, I make a comment I would probably regret making in person, annoyed by him yet unwilling to show it. Deciding just to get the job done, I bend over the counter and start to clean up, wiping up the puddle of beer he's managed to leave, doing my best not to present my cleavage to him too much in my current state.
I stiffen as I feel his hand suddenly brush against my arm, fingers ghosting over my bare skin. Uneasy, I pull back, only for him to grip my wrist and keep me from going anywhere.
"Aw, don't be like that. Let me enjoy myself." He gives me a vile look, "I can make it worth both our while."
Disgusted, I go to pull away.
"I'm going to have to ask you to let me go, sir." I tell him firmly, frowning at him as he smirks teasingly at me.
"Come on, I know you want to." He rubs his thumb into my skin, only to stop when I pull back very suddenly.
"No, and if you keep going I'll have to ask you to leave." I wrench my arm away from him, angry.
Laughing cruelly, the man leans forwards and grabs hold of my forearm again, yanking me into the bar. Before I can stop him, he's lifted a hand to take my chin in his hand, pulling me down to his level. Disgusted, I try to move away again, eyes widening a fraction as his fingers only dig in, smirk now malicious more than anything else. He goes to speak, his rank breath washing over my face as he leans in, only to be interrupted by a sudden jerk backwards. Looking up, I feel surprise fill me as I see Jan standing behind the man, expression silently furious, his hand retracting from where it was holding the man's collar.
"Did you not hear them the first time, asshole? Leave them alone." He says sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
The guy looks at Jan disdainfully, sneering at him.
"And what are you gonna do, sunshine? Leave us alone."
Jan rolls his eyes, his hand returning to the man's shirt again, which he takes forcefully in hand. With no further words, he yanks down on the fabric, pulling the lech with it, causing the man to fall from stool and onto his ass. Instantly, the guy cries out in anger, scrambling to his feet and rounding on Jan with a glare.
"What the fuck do you want, you little shit?" He snarls, spit flying from his lips as he gets even more flushed, looking up as Jan as he stands over him.
"I want you to leave them alone. Like they've asked you to." The biker responds coldly, evening his stance almost instinctively, ready for the inevitable fight that's brewing. I watch with bated breath, knowing I should stop this before I get fired but aware that I will greatly struggle to do so. That, and the guy deserves what Jan looks like he'll deal out to him.
The man spits on the floor beside him.
"Fuck off, asshole." He retorts, the alcohol in his system very clearly clouding his judgment now.
Very clumsily, he lunges towards Jan, fists flying haphazardly at him. A crowd has gathered by now, watching as the biker easily side-steps him, moving fluidly. In a flash, he has the drunkard by the ear, dragging him roughly towards the door. Wide-eyed and shocked (very much impressed by his strength, too) I hasten around the bar and follow the crowd as they surge after the two, watching in awe as Jan throws the man to the pavement outside, sending him sprawling. Moving across from him, the biker turns a disgusted look on the drunk and watches him as he lurches to his feet.
"Asshole! That fucking hurt!" The man screeches, rubbing at his red ear.
"It was supposed to." Jan rolls his eyes, easily dodging yet another haywire punch.
This time, however, he steps in and lands his own punch on the man, hitting him hard in the chest. A pained grunt escapes the man, buckling over under the intense pain of the blow, only to furiously attack again, met swiftly with yet another punch, this one to the chin. Jan shakes off his fists as he watches the drunkard dab at his bloody lip, his breathing only very minutely heavier.
Almost roaring in anger now, the drunkard runs at Jan, swinging wildly, being met with yet more punches before he suddenly pulls a knife, the blade flashing in the cool night air. Jan doesn't quite see it before a line appears in the fabric of his shirt, crimson appearing beneath the tear, his eyes darkening with irritation. Adjusting his stance, he moves on the drunkard, ducking past the knife with ease. In the blink of an eye, he has the man pinned to the floor, having quickly debilitated him with a sharp blow to the chin, followed by a kick to the back of the leg, kneeling on his back with the arms pulled painfully at right angles.
"Don't fucking come back, you dirty pig. If I see you again, I'll make sure you end up with more than a few bruises." Jan leans down, voice raised in fury now, "Do I make myself clear?!"
Surprised by the sudden change in volume, I watch as the biker stands from the prone body, spitting on him in revulsion. He puts a hand to his abdomen, looking at the blood that comes away on his hand. Around me, the crowd murmurs in awe, watching as he adjusts himself, trying not to wince at the pain. Rushing forward, I give him a worried look.
"Are you alright? Come inside, let me help you…" I don't let him argue, ushering him past people gathered and into the bar, going straight to the staff toilet.
Quickly, I go to grab the first aid kit we have under the counter in case of problems like this, returning to him and locking the door behind me as I go in, suddenly aware of the tight quarters. Jan stands almost awkwardly, watching me carefully as I urge him to sit on the toilet seat. I just myself with the kit, until I realise exactly where his wound is.
"Could you...could you take your shirt off for me, please?" I murmur, gesturing to his injury.
"You don't have to do this, (Y/n). I can patch myself up if you leave the kit here." Jan tells me, voice somewhat roughened now. A shiver goes down my spine at the sound of my name on his tongue, but I try to ignore it, shaking my head to encourage him.
"No, no, you got hurt because of me, this is the least I can do to thank you…" I tell him, glad when he sighs and starts to pull his coat off. Instantly, my eyes find his arms, widening at the sight of his defined muscles beneath pale skin, each flex making me wish I could see the rest of him even as he reaches up to pull his shirt off. My breath hitches at the sight, transfixed by the pallid, toned chest before me, mostly hairless, marked here and there by moles, his body made up almost entirely of angles softened only by his slight love of beer.
I have to gather myself again, looking over at the scarlet stain fast growing on his lower stomach, just past the top of his V-line. Biting my lip, I kneel between his legs, starting to gently work on the cut. He hisses with each touch, his hands resting on his thighs either side of me, fists clenching every now and then as I clean away the blood, his steely eyes fixed on me. In this position, I can feel myself getting hot, blushing under his intense gaze as I finally finish up, unable to stop myself from reverently running my fingers over the muscles of his stomach. Under my fingers, I can feel him suck in a breath.
"Now your knuckles…" I say finally, voice shaky as I take one large hand in mine, marveling at how long and slender his fingers are.
Before I can do anything, however, Jan removes himself from my grip, gently sliding his palm against my cheek instead, cupping my face. Tipping me up to look at him, he runs his thumb over my cheekbone, eyes watching me closely.
"Thank you for defending me, Jan." I manage to say after a long moment when he continues to look at me, a conflicted look on his face.
"You don't have to thank me." Is all he says before he's leaned down and fastened his lips on mine.
Gasping in pleasant surprise, I melt into his soft touch as he kisses me, lips gently coaxing me out of my shell, the hand on my cheek pulling me up against him, the other coming to rest on my hip as he pulls me against him. Groaning into me, Jan wraps his arm around me, standing and pushing me back against the door behind me, the hand on my cheek moving to find the surface before my head hits it, pressing his body into me as flush as he can. Happily, I moan into him and lift my hands to his hair, pulling him closer, parting my lips as his tongue teases them, allowing him to slip inside and lick at the parts he can reach. His smell is strong in my nose, a heady mix of smoke, beer and motor oil, somewhat concealed by a good cologne, the softness of his hair against my fingers addicting as I run them through it. His facial hair rubs deliciously against my face, making me wonder what it would feel like against more sensitive skin.
Eventually, he pulls away, still cupping the back of my head with one large hand, the other keeping me pinned against him. His blue-grey eyes bore into me, lips parted as he catches his breath. Softly, he rests his forehead against mine, smiling hesitantly.
"My god, I've wanted that so long. I don't suppose you'd want to do it again?" He mumbles, laughing as I let out a breathless laugh of my own.
"Of course I would!" I reply, pulling him back into a passionate kiss.
V, my lovely grandma, i hope you don't mind me leaving a self indulgent prompt here but would you mind writing something super fluffy with Jan to warm my little heart? thank you thank you, thank you! ily <3
Sleep [Jan x Reader]
Word count: 1k
Warnings: get comfy babe and sleep
“Sleep.”
Jan’s words hit you like a bucked of ice cubes and you stalled like a deer that met the blinding lights of a car.
It was dead in the night, probably three of four in the morning by the degree of darkness around you and you were chatting or scrolling onto your phone.
The evening before you and Jan went out to a talk at the university about human rights, he took some notes and chatted up with some people, he was a charmer when he talked politics, almost forgetting his naturally shy persona. Then later you were in desperate need for a pizza that got followed by a small concert by some indie band only Jan could know of.
A pretty full evening that came to the natural conclusion of mildly drunk kisses and feverish sex in the twisted covers of Jan’s bed.
All good in paradise, beside the fact that you couldn’t fathom the idea of sleep. Jan fell asleep afters some cuddles and talks, but you were restless, wide awake like it was 10 in the morning, ready to kick off the day.
You didn’t want to get out of the bed, it was too comfortable, Jan’s warm body too inviting and the sex scented covers intoxicating. Besides, your body was indeed tired, but your mind was on speed.
So it came natural to you to indulge into some internet surfing for an hour or two, maybe three.
Until Jan made clear that he was awake.
His soft chuckle filled the air “If you don’t move I won’t believe you’re sleeping”
You blushed as you turned around, the blue light of the screen caressing his features: his messy hair and sweet smile, his half closed lids and the little drool of saliva on his chin.
“I am sorry, I am just…”
“Awake?” He concluded and you chuckled nodding as he let out a breathy sigh using his body against yours giving a light bump with his forehead against yours.
“Stop thinking, it won’t help if you’re tired all day”
“I know, It is not like I choose to”
Jan smiled as he sighed softly, but he smiled, he was so sweet, he smelled like cigarette and you. He brushed his nose against yours being like a tired sleepy kitten. You looked at your phone, it was 5 am.
“Jan, you can sleep”
“Who are you chatting with?”
“Jan”
“Oh, so you’re reading some pornish stuff? Do I have to expect some new ideas?”
“Jan!” You gasped louder pushing on his shoulder only to hit a loud bump on the wall and then a hiss.
Peter telling you in his own way to shut the fuck up, hitting the wall and then regretting it.
Jan scraped the side of his nose with his finger “I know it is porn” he whispered only to earn another of your pushes on his arm.
He leaned on his side as he took your phone and turned it off before pushing it under the bed. Safe and away from you.
“Now” he murmured trying to keep his voice low when he turned on his own phone torch to pick his old cassette player, one of his favourite old school relics handing you the headphones while changing the cassette in it before putting on play.
“What is this?” Yo asked as a soft 80’s song started playing.
“I made you a good night playlist, I knew I’d need it one day” he said and you looked at him surprised and touched. How damn romantic could his revolutionary heart be?
But he didn’t finish, he leaned in picking a bottle of water that he always had nearby handing it to you. You took a sip before he could even tell you and took it back having one himself.
The music was still playing in your ears making everything he did look perfect like in some music video, the calm music making him appear even more soft as he turned off the little torch leaving your eyes into a buzzy need of informations, you wanted to see him.
You needed to tell him something, like he didn’t have to or that you’ll be fine and he has to sleep. But words just didn’t come to you, you were engulfed by the soft family aura he was giving to you.
You almost gasped in surprise as he held you by your waist and guided you to turn around reminding you of your both naked bodies, you were letting him do his magic by this point as he adjusted the pillow under your head and slowly settling himself into being the big spoon behind you.
He kissed on the back of your neck for a moment making sure the wires of the played didn’t bother you.
Another kiss on top of your shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you, warm hand resting over your chest.
“Sleep”
He whispered, barely audible over the second track that begun playing in your headphones, all the songs were gentle love songs, all about happy love, about hope and warmth.
You closed your eyes as you tried to relax, you noticed fo a moment he held his breathing and you got confused on what he was doing.
Then you realised it.
He was syncing his breathing with yours.
For a moment the thought of how you don’t deserve this man crossed your mind, his loving attentions, his patience mixed with his naturally fiery nature. He was both an inspiration and a treat for you, he kept your body and your mind awake and now he was also helping you to relax.
You begun wondering how many times he was awake when you aimlessly scrolled at night over your phone, how many times he noticed to even think and put the effort of creating a cassette playlist for you.
As your mind raced on the wild road of self doubt like a mad horse another kiss on your spine pulled you back to reality.
Then his shifting body as he moved away one of the headphones, his hot breath caressing the back of your neck as he let our the words.
“I love you”
Simple as that.
He put the headphone back to place after resting another kiss on your neck.
His soft breathing was indeed relaxing, a sense of warmth spreading through your chest, his warm hand right there keeping your heart safe in its place, his breathing in sync with yours.
You smiled with closed eyes as another track played your mind to a soothing sleep
“When I sleep with that picture of you framed beside my bed
