#jan (the edukators) x reader

[theinheriteddutchess]

Literal nightmare... And he was so mean😭 and the other guy not doing anything. Bastards....

Amazingly written as always

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?”

[babybluebex]

some people never change [jan weingartner x reader smut]

summary | you've always seen this man outside your work, and, after he causes you to lose your job, jan swears to make it up to you. pairing | jan weingartner (the edukators, 2004) x fem!reader (y/n) word count | 8.01k warnings | smut (minors dni), sex without a condom, overstimulation, slight pain kink (if you squint), Unrealistic Penis Expectations, jan is Too Into Revolution For His Own Good author's note | so i promised this a LONG time ago, and it's finally coming out, i'm sorry lol, but enjoy this! also, thanks to @mypoisonedvine for inspiring the dolly nickname jan uses :)

(gif cred to @sgt-dignam)

You saw him first. But how could you not?

There he was, standing on the corner, harking off his pamphlets and trying to get anyone who would listen to interact. You were familiar with this guy. You knew nothing about him, not even his name— your coworkers, whenever they spotted him outside, always jokingly called him Street Corner Lenin— but you were taken by him. Every day, rain or shine, he was on the corner just outside your work, preaching to the masses about how capitalism will ruin you in the long run. Sometimes a red-haired girl joined him, sometimes a black-haired man, sometimes it was all three of them. But he was always there. Coincidentally, always when you were coming into work.

You fucking hated your job. Every single day you went in, you considered calling out sick. Or, better yet, spitting at your boss’s feet and handing him your apron. Your boss worked you like a dog with no acknowledgment of such, having you open the restaurant every day at 10 am sharp and closing at 11 pm (or whenever the last customers left, which was usually closer to midnight most days). He was a rude man, and would only ever berate the female staff. Perhaps if it was only your boss that made the job hell, you could work through it, but the customers (or guests, as your boss demanded you call them) were all snobby, stick-up-their-asshole type people. Either on their own would have been hell, but both together, along with your blooming realization of how stupid it was that you had to pay your way through life, made your life awful. Basically, you didn’t blame Street Corner Lenin one bit.

“Dogs, all of you!” you heard his shouts as you shouldered the door to the patio open, loaded down with plates and silverware to set the tables before opening. “You work and work and work, and for what? A bone? A measly bone to give your landlord to ensure you don’t live on the street? What sort of life is that?”

As you set the plates down on one of the metal tables, you looked out to the man. You had only ever seen him from that distance, and you admired the basic outline he had about him. A sort of mousy-brown hair, cut short and shaggy, with an ungroomed beard (beard was putting it loosely; it was more of a chin strap than anything) decorating his face. He always wore dark clothes, even now, in a Berlin July, loose, ripped, and a dark shirt with a black denim jacket. By all accounts, the man was handsome.

The patio door opened carefully, and you looked to see your coworker, a young girl named Anna. You suspected she was still in high school, although you never asked, but she was a sweet girl. “Dude,” Anna started, taking a few of the plates from your pile. “Did you hear what happened to Joe last night?”

Seeing as Joe was your boss from hell, you didn’t care too much. You shrugged a bit, not really ever one to fall into the trap of gossip, but Anna gasped all the same. “Oh, man,” she chuckled. “His house got broken into last night. He’s in an awful mood today… Like, worse than normal.”

“Broken into?” you repeated. “Did they take anything?”

“That’s the weird part!” Anna exclaimed. She laid the plates out on the table neatly, just as you had been told, and she continued. “No! They broke in and, like, rearranged the furniture and shit. And they left this weird-ass note, ‘die fetten jahre sind vorbei’, like, ‘your days of plenty are numbered’ or something.”

“What the fuck…?” you mumbled. As Anna spoke, Street Corner Lenin’s voice drifted to you, and you cast a glance at him once more. He was still preaching about how capitalism was bad and working in order to live wasn’t how society was supposed to function. Typical. You were prepared to hear him all day, until security came and ushered him away, just as they always did. “That’s weird, dude. Like… Seriously weird.”

“Yeah!” Anna agreed enthusiastically. “But the note was signed! People called ‘The Edukators’.”

“Alright,” you said, leaning to place a roll of silverware on a plate. “Who is that?”

“No-one knows,” Anna told you. “They break into rich people’s houses, rearrange the furniture and shit and scare them basically, and then leave these letters. It’s weird!”

“It is weird,” you nodded absently. It’s not that you weren’t listening to Anna, because you were, but your attention was on something else. On him.

The security guard seemed to be vying for some sort of promotion with the speed at which he approached Street Corner Lenin. You could hear them arguing, but not really able to make out their words, and Anna scoffed. “Christ, Jan,” she mumbled.

“Huh?”

Anna pointed to Street Corner Lenin and said, “His name’s Jan. My sister Jule is dating his best friend. He’s out here every single day.”

“Jan,” you repeated slowly. “What’s his deal?”

Anna shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve only met him once, when I went to Jule’s apartment. She’s living with her boyfriend Peter, and Jan lives with them too. He was, like, sitting on the kitchen table and writing something and didn’t even respond when I said hi. Just… Weird.”

Then, from the street, you heard a shout, and you turned to see the security guard and Jan still arguing, but the guard had his hand on Jan’s arm. You don’t know what compelled you forward, but you were quickly abandoning your place on the patio and running over to them. You heard Anna shouting after you, but you could only focus on him. “Leave him alone, won’t you?” you said, swiping your hands along your uniform pants. “He’s not hurting anyone!”

The security guard regarded you with a quiet sort of “Hmph!”, and he said, “Didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Weingartner.”

“I don’t,” Jan said savagely, but his amber eyes were caught on you.

“I’m just a friend,” you explained quickly. “But he’s not doing anything wrong! It’s a peaceful protest, haven’t you ever heard of it?”

“He’s being a nuisance,” the guard said, and you sighed.

“Nuisance my ass, he’s speaking his mind!” you cried. “For God’s sake, the wall fell, like, ten years ago! We can say what we want now! He’s not hurting anyone, the most he’s doing is scaring off birds!”

You heard your boss’s shouts of your name, along with Anna’s, and you sighed in frustration. “I’m here everyday and I’ve never seen him do anything bad,” you said. “He’s handing out flyers, how is that any different than the university students advertising a concert? It’s because of what he’s saying, he’s not preaching your capitalist ideas, and you and whoever you work for don’t like that, so you shut down rebellion at the source!”

“What the hell are you doing out here?” Joe cried as he got to you. “Get your ass back there now, or—”

“Or what?” you asked. “You’ll fire me? Do it! I don’t care; if I lose my job for standing up for something I feel strongly about, then so be it!”

Suddenly, a firm hand fell on your arm, and you looked to see Jan pushing you back and away from the conflict. His eyes, the color of fresh honey, were fixed on Joe, and Jan grinded his teeth as he watched your boss. “So you’re the one who has her trapped at that fucking place,” Jan snarled. “I’m here every day, and she’s always there. What, does she live there or something? She’s young. She needs a life that isn’t at that fucking restaurant.”

“Y/N could easily request time off, she just doesn’t,” Joe said, throwing his hand out at you, and Anna grabbed your hand as Jan pushed you away even further. “She likes working, she’s good at it—”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” Jan snapped. “Look at her! The shadows under her eyes, the way her hair’s all limp, she’s exhausted!” Then, he quickly turned to you, and he took up your hand in his. His hand was larger than yours, his skin dotted with freckles, his palm warm and soft and inviting. His voice was gentler when he spoke next, his Köln accent making his words that much more sincere: “When’s the last time you had a night off, baby?”

Baby. One part of you wanted to snap at him, something along the lines of “I’m not your fucking baby”, but you just couldn’t even muster up that much anger. He was so… Concerned. Not in a You-Prove-My-Anti-Capitalist-Views way, but in a way that felt much more human. He was truly worried about you, even though he didn’t know you. You shrugged. “Dunno,” you answered softly. “S’been a while.”

Jan slapped his hands down onto his thighs. “See?” he exclaimed. “You’re overworking her. She’s tired, she’s annoyed—”

“She’s fired,” Joe said, and your heart splashed down into your stomach.

“No, please, Joe,” you said quickly, breaking from Jan and Anna’s grips. “Please, you can’t do this, I-I need this job, I need to pay for my apartment, please, you can’t do this!”

“I just did,” Joe snapped. “Give me your apron.”

“Joe!” you whimpered. “Please! I’m the best you’ve got, please, you just can’t!” You almost considered getting down on your knees and begging him to let you keep your job, but Jan’s gentle hand touched your shoulder, and you let your tears fall. “Please.”

“Apron,” Joe said. “Now.”

Slowly, trying not to sob, you unclipped the small little apron from around your waist, and you handed it to Joe. Before you could even try to plead again, Jan was pulling you back and away, and, for whatever reason, your body melted into his. Your face nestled perfectly into his neck, and you allowed yourself to cry on this weird stranger’s shoulder for a few pitiful seconds. The smell of him was nice, weed and liquor and the unmistakable tang of Man, and his arms around you, holding you, comforting you, was good, but you quickly settled with the reality of who this man was.

You pushed Jan away and gave a sad sniffle, and you said, “You fucking got me fired, you prick. After I defended you!”

“I wasn’t trying to,” Jan said quickly, and you scoffed.

“Right, because you sit here, day in and day out, and wax poetic about the sins of society and shit, just for fun,” you scoffed. “That was your fucking plan all along! Recruit people to your fuckin’ cause or whatever?”

“Baby—”

“I’m not your goddamn baby, stop it!” you cried. “I never wanna see you again. Fuck…”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jan said quickly, and his hands shot out to grab your upper arms. Despite the speed of his action, he seemed gentle and caring. Those honey eyes were sad as he looked at your face, and he said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I didn’t... I’m an asshole. I get that. I’m so sorry, please believe me. Can I make it up to you somehow?”

“How?” you asked. “I was banking on this week’s paycheck to help me pay rent!”

Jan’s pink mouth screwed up for a second as he thought it over, and he mumbled, “Let me take you to dinner. Or-Or get some coffee or something. Please, it’s the least I can do. I feel like a fucking dumbass, I really am sorry.”

You believed him. It wasn’t exactly difficult to do that, though, because he seemed so genuine. You wondered if he had ever been in similar circumstances. Had he ever been evicted before? Maybe he was only doing revolution-busking because he too had lost his job. What with the economic uncertainty, it didn’t seem all that far fetched. You looked beside you, to where Anna had taken a step back, and she gave a little nod. “Fine,” you said softly. “We can get coffee or something. But only because Anna says you’re fucking weird, and I need to experience that for myself.”

Finally, Jan looked over at Anna, and he said, “Oh. I didn’t know you worked there.”

“I’m there every day, dick,” Anna said, but she didn’t seem actually upset. It was her sister’s friend, after all; perhaps there was an inkling of friendship there themselves. “You’re too focused on Y/N to ever see anyone else.”

“Alright, whatever,” Jan scoffed. “If you see Jule before I do, tell her it’s her turn to do the laundry.”

Anna groaned. “No, she’ll hate me,” she mumbled.

“She’ll hate me more when she finds out I did this,” Jan said, gesturing to you, and, somehow, his furrowed eyebrows made you laugh. “Sorry, no offense.”

“Oh, you’re too late,” you said. “Offense was taken when you got me fired.”

“Shit,” Jan mumbled. “I mean… That’s fair, but ouch.”

Being out in the sunlight felt weird. Sure, there was time in the morning for you to do errands and things before you went to work, but you hardly ever indulged in that. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had been able to sit down and drink coffee, or even go on a date. Was this a date? Did Jan intend for it to be one, and you were too thick or distracted to recognize that? He ordered for you, making your stomach warm in an odd way that you weren’t familiar with, and he downright refused to let you pay for your own drink. “Save your money, please,” he told you, and you could only nod and do as he told you.

“I really am sorry,” Jan told you once you two were sat down with your drinks. The sun coming through the glass window made you feel a little like Dracula, and you shifted a bit in your seat. “I-I, I’ve been told I’m a major asshole before but I’ve always been like ‘oh, okay, whatever, you just don’t like me’. But when my actions directly affect someone just trying to go about their life… I guess I really am an asshole, huh?” He laughed a little, but you could still see how uneasy he was.

“Not an asshole,” you told him. “Just… Maybe misguided is the right word. I mean, you certainly were trying to do something good and worthwhile. There’s just casualties, I guess.”

“Says the casualty,” Jan mumbled, sipping his drink.

“Says the person who caused the casualty,” you shot back, and Jan gave a little laugh.

“That’s fair,” he said. “Hurtful, but fair.”

“So, what do you do all day?” you asked, readjusting yourself in your seat. “That? How do you get anything done in your life?”

“That is my life,” Jan shrugged. “I mean… I don’t know. I don’t really have anything else. I have my friends, but… That’s the only thing I’m good at. I barely finished high school, dropped out of university, I can’t keep a job to save my life— not that I’d want to keep one anyway. I don’t have anything except shelling out my dumb pamphlets and annoying my friends. But, to answer your question, I do that: stand on street corners and hope that maybe someone will take me seriously and try to come to a rally or join a protest.”

“That seems like a shitty way to live,” you mumbled. “I mean, other than the revolution or whatever you choose to call it, there has to be some motivation. Right?” Then, jokingly, with a hint of myrth that you hoped Jan would pick up on, leaned forward and asked, “It’s for a girl, huh?”

Jan choked a little on his drink, and his face went pink. “What?” he asked, coughing into his elbow.

“You’re doing this for a girl,” you giggled. “Some pretty revolutionary girl from university, who definitely wears a bandana with pigtails and carries a messenger bag. You’re doing all of this for her, right? God, it’s like a movie, it’s romantic as hell.”

“No,” Jan said, recovered from his choking fit enough to laugh with you (or perhaps at you; you weren’t too sure). “No, nothing like that. Ya know, not all men think with their dick.”

“Right, right,” you mused softly. “So, grabbing my hand and calling me baby back there wasn’t you trying to get me warmed up to you?”

“I mean, it wasn’t meant to be that,” Jan said. His hands were now firmly in his lap, his shoulders drawn up to his ears, and he added, “But I suppose you can read into it as much as you want.”

“Oh, gosh, I’m just joking,” you said quickly. “I-I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Fuck, I’m sorry—”

“Oh, you didn’t!” Jan said quickly, pushing towards you and grabbing your hands with his. “I’m just bad at flirting. A-Assuming you’re trying to flirt. I don’t even know when people are flirting with me or not. I just don’t know how to fuckin’ talk to people, let alone pretty girls. It’s easier to… Talk at people, lecture them about their wrongdoings and shit, ya know?”

You bit your lip and nodded a bit. “You think I’m pretty?” you asked softly, and Jan’s eyes grew as big as a puppy dog’s.

“I mean… Don’t you?” he asked. “I think you’re stunning. Really.”

The compliment warmed your chest, and you laid your hand on top of his. “Thank you,” you said. “I think you’re pretty handsome too.”

“Oh, no, stop,” Jan groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and hanging his head.

“You’re not used to getting complimented a lot, huh?” you asked. That much felt obvious, especially with the blush that permeated his nose and cheeks. “You should be. I mean, fuck, Jan, you’re a knockout. Look at you! I mean… Maybe do something with that facial hair… But you’re still ridiculously attractive. It makes me sorta sick to look at you, actually.”

“Oh, so I just need to shave and then I’ll be one hundred percent attractive?” Jan asked teasingly, and you nodded quickly.

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” you said. “Shave that chin strap bullshit and fix your mustache, and I’d have you on this table right now.”

Jan’s eyes lowered from yours, and his plush bottom lip fit between his teeth for a moment before he looked back at you through those dark eyelashes. “Oh, baby,” he mumbled. “If only you knew how easily you could have me.”

You couldn’t help yourself; you laughed. Jan didn’t seem upset or offended in the slightest, instead laughing with you. “That’s the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard,” you told him. “I mean, you were getting really close there for a minute, and then you said that.”

“Oh, it’s awful, I know,” Jan groaned, scrubbing his hands down his face. “It’s dreadful. But my friend told me to say it, he said it would make women go crazy. I think he was teasing me and I’m too fucking stupid to understand that he was making fun of me. He told me to sound dumb when I said it, too, as if saying it doesn’t make me sound like a fucking idiot in the first place.”

“Does this guy usually have a lot of luck with women?” you asked.

“Yeah, I mean…” Jan started and scratched his chin. “Before Peter started dating Jule, he was bringing home girls left and right. I guess Jule made him settle down, or at least realize he was being a chode to half the women he brought home.”

“Oh,” you said slowly. “This is Peter. Anna’s sister’s boyfriend.”

“Yes,” Jan said.

“You live with the two of them?” you asked.

“No, no,” Jan said quickly. “Peter and I pay rent on the flat, and Jule lives with Peter. She got evicted and they had been dating for a while, so she moved in. She lives with us, not me with them.”

“Right, right, because the semantics of the situation fix things,” you said quickly. “What does Peter do?”

“Fuck if I know, honestly,” Jan said. “He brings in money, but I don’t know how he does it. I think… Truthfully, I think he steals things and resells them. It would make a lot of sense knowing him…”

“And Jule?” you asked. “I think Anna said once that she’s a waitress too.”

“Yeah,” Jan nodded. “And Jule is in the same boat as you. Hates her job, wants to quit, but has this weird pride that won’t let her admit her defeat. It’s tragic to watch.”

“They both work during the day?” you asked, and Jan nodded. “So, the flat is empty right now?”

“Yeah,” Jan said. “Why? Are you planning on robbing us?”

“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled. “You really are pitiful with women, huh?”

“What?”

“Jan. I’m asking if anyone is at the flat right now so you can take me home and fuck me.”

The poor man’s mind seemed to short-circuit for a second, because he stared at you blankly before he blinked. “Really?” he asked. “Like, no bullshit?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, and you leaned forward across the table to fully reach Jan, and you kissed him. Even though he seemed surprised by your words, he took no time in kissing back, as if he had been expecting it and was just playing a game with you before. His lips took to yours in an instant, and he leaned forward a little and turned his head to deepen the kiss just a bit. It broke within seconds, as you had really expected it to, and Jan licked his lips when he pulled away. “Your mouth tastes really good,” he whispered, and his finger moved to sweep along your cheek. “Does the rest of you taste that good too?”

You wanted to be witty and say something about ‘why don’t you find out’, but instead it seemed to be your turn to blush and lower your gaze. Something seemed to have come over Jan as he kissed you, and now he was confident in himself in a way that you hadn’t seen outside of him on the street corner.

Jan gave a breathy laugh and touched your bottom lip before pulling away fully and settling back in the café chair, taking a sip of his coffee. “Oh, you’re not gonna go all shy on me, are you?” he asked. “What happened to that attitude of yours?”

“You kissed it out of my mouth,” you mumbled, and your face went hot when Jan gave a smirk.

“Oh, really?” he said. “And you said that I say cheesy bullshit.”

Something felt weird about being bathed in sunlight as you stumbled into a boy’s flat. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a daylight hook up (or, really, when you thought about it, a hook up period), and something about the warmth it sent over your body made Jan’s touch feel that much more intense. Those big, warm hands held your cheek as he kissed you in his blue van before escorting you upstairs, and his grip went to your waist once the large door to the flat closed. You hardly even had time to take in the flat as a whole, the weird almost-vintage feel to the walls and floorboards, before Jan had you pinned to the wall. His kiss was a little harder now in the solitude of his flat, and he didn’t hesitate a bit as his fingers went to unbutton the dark shirt you wore. You had almost forgotten that you had managed to seduce a man wearing your work uniform, but it was a little liberating. To hell with your fucking restaurant, it said. To hell with you guys so much, in fact, that I’ll get fucked while wearing clothes with your logo on the left tit.

Jan wasn’t a quiet man, and you adored that. He moaned into your mouth and would constantly mumble to you, especially when you did something he liked. It didn’t seem difficult to impress or please him; even just tugging on his hair had him pushing his tongue past your lips and giving you his moan. There was also something about Jan that seemed to display itself only when you were squirming in his arms as he kissed your neck. He seemed confident. He seemed sure of himself. Once again, he became the Street Corner Lenin that you had coveted from afar.

“Oh, shit, baby,” Jan mumbled as he roughly shoved his knee between your thighs. Your hips jerked up to meet him at the contact, and Jan gave a low, rasping laugh into your neck. “You’re fuckin’ starving for it, aren’t you? When’s the last time you went on a date? Or had someone fuck you the way you deserve? Or even fuck you at all?”

“What’s the way that I deserve?” you asked softly, pulling your head to the side to give Jan full access to your neck. You gave a little shriek when his teeth bared down into your skin, and his hands dug into your hips to keep you right on him.

“Good,” he said simply. “Hard. You’re so anxious, baby, someone needs to take your mind off of everything for a while.”

“And you’re the one to do that?” you asked softly.

“I’m gonna be,” Jan told you. “People think that sex is ugly, just some sad animilastic breeding instinct. But sex is a stress reliever too. They don’t want you to be empowered like that, they want you to be braindead and subservient and ready for whatever, whenever. Society shames women for enjoying sex and for asking for it, but I want you to know that you can ask me for whatever you want.”

“Yeah?” you asked. Jan’s fingers finished with your shirt and tugged it off of your with haste, and his warm palms cupped your breasts, covered by your awfully plain bra. He gave a heavy sigh and leaned down to kiss the swell of your tits, and you sighed in bliss. His lips were soft against your delicate skin, and you liked the way he touched you so nicely. Even though he promised you a good and hard fucking, you didn’t quite care how he did it.

“Yeah,” Jan whispered. “What sort of sexual partner am I if I don’t look out for you as much as myself? Gratification is a two-player game, baby doll.”

With that, Jan pulled you through the flat, pausing every so often to steal a kiss to your mouth. Finally, he deposited you on a mattress in one room and started to undress. The room itself was messy, photographs taped to the walls and papers spilling off the desk, the wire shelving a bit askew off of the wall. The bed itself was merely a mattress settled on the floor, the sheets pulled a little wonky to the side, a flattened pillow with wrinkled blankets on it. Honestly, you expected something like that from Jan; it wouldn’t feel right if his bedroom was organized with perfect decor. Quickly, Jan tugged his dark shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt, but he was on top of you in an instant, almost like he couldn’t wait to undress to kiss you again. His palm was almost the size of your face, and you arched your back up into him when his tongue dominated your soft mouth again. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, and his other hand grabbed at your thigh and tugged it around his waist. His hot weight between your legs was just what you needed and wanted, and you grunted a bit as you tried to wiggle your hand into his pants.

“Oh, yeah?” Jan chuckled. His mouth pulled away from yours, but he relocated to your neck, sucking and biting and licking it like an animal. “You wanna jack me off? You wanna put that little hand of yours on my cock? Think you can do it?”

“You say that like your dick is huge,” you laughed, and Jan just shrugged. After a tense moment, your hand paused just at the top of his pants, you sighed. “Jan. Can I admit something?”

Jan gave a grunt of exertion as he settled himself on his elbows above you, and he nodded as he touched his forehead to yours. “Of course you can,” he said. “You can tell me anything. Your secret fantasies or whatever are safe with me.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve only had sex with one other guy,” you told him. “And it was back in high school. It’s been a while, and I really only ever learned how to please that one dumb kid. I just… If I do something wrong, will you tell me?”

“Nothing’s ever wrong when having sex,” Jan told you. “I’ll help guide you through how best to please me, but you won’t do anything wrong. Since high school, you say?”

You nodded and gave a little “Mhm”, and you added, “I can’t even remember how to give a decent handjob.”

“Oh, baby, I can show you,” Jan said. “That’s no problem. You want me naked, or you just wanna do it like this?”

“H-However you want,” you mumbled.

You jumped a little in shock when Jan’s hand closed around your throat, and your eyes shot up to see his dark ones staring right at you. “Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice a little growl. “I’m at your mercy, baby.”

You took a deep breath to steady your thumping heart, and you pulled your hand up to your face and offered your palm to Jan. He understood what you were after, and he flattened his tongue along your hand. He sucked at your fingers for a brief moment before spitting on your palm, and he licked your bottom lip as your hand snaked back down to his pants. His zipper was already yawning open, and it took little effort to navigate your soaked hand into his thin boxers, and your heart stopped when you felt the soft skin of his cock. He was huge. Jesus Christ, this guy had a giant cock. You didn’t want your shock to show plainly in your face, so you took a breath and closed your fingers around his length, and you started to slowly stroke him, just enough to feel heat start to gather under his skin.

If you weren’t already, you were thoroughly intimidated. Holy fuck, you could hardly believe it. You definitely didn’t want to see it, because you knew yourself and you knew that you’d bail if you knew for certain, but, as his cock hardened in your grasp, you began to sort through your thoughts. He was thick and heavy in your hand, and you twisted your hand down to the head of his cock and moaned a bit at the sheer length of his cock. Finally, you couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, and you let out an abashed giggle. “Okay, wow,” you mumbled, a bolt of lightning rocking your stomach. Jan’s mouth landed on yours, swallowing up your laughter, and he sputtered out a laugh as well.

“Are you laughing at my dick?” Jan asked, and you shook your head quickly as you continued to giggle. “Well, what’s those cute little giggles about, baby doll?”

“I mean,” you started. “Holy shit, dude. Holy shit. I-I don’t know how the hell that’s supposed to fit inside me.”

Jan laughed, and he kissed your neck. “Oh, baby,” he sighed. “It’ll fit. I’ll make it.”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, and you withdrew your hand from his jeans. Quickly, you sat up a bit and kicked off your shoes, and you finished undressing as Jan did the same, and you gave a little cry of surprise when Jan showed that surprising strength again and tugged you to sit on his hips. You flattened your hands against his torso, admiring the soft dusting of hair on his chest and belly, and you leaned forward and kissed him as you rolled your hips down onto his. You weren’t surprised that you were already dripping wet, and Jan moaned into your kiss when your warm cunt brushed the hot head of his cock. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “Oh, baby, you’re fucking soaked. Is that for me?”

“All for you,” you whispered. Both of his hands reached up and squeezed your breasts, and you moaned when his fingers pinched your nipples. “F-Fuck, Jan, feels so good.”

“I love the way you say my name,” Jan breathed, sitting up a bit in order to wrap his lips around your nipples. Your skin rippled at the feeling of him, and your bodies rocked together as you both tried to delay the inevitable. Sooner or later (your body begged for sooner), you’d give in to your desire, but you had to admit that you didn’t mind this filthy making-out. “But I wanna hear you scream it.”

“Well, you better get to work giving me a reason to,” you said quickly. Jan pulled his face from your tits and looked up at your face with an amused quirk of his dark eyebrow, and he reached down and stroked his cock a few times as he watched you hover over him.

“You alright with riding me?” he asked. “Just wanna see those tits bounce…”

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, no problem.”

“Fuck, hold on,” Jan started, and he turned his head a few times, obviously looking for something. “I, fuck, on that metal shelf, behind my stereo, I’ve got a box of rubbers, I didn’t think about it before—”

“It’s okay,” you told him quickly. “I’ve got an IUD.”

“A what?” Jan asked, cocking his head a bit in confusion.

“It’s, like, this implant thing,” you started. “It’s a long story, but I won’t get knocked up. Pinky promise.”

Jan nodded, and his cheeks glowed pink as he smiled. “You’re cute,” he said, and you scoffed.

“Right, whatever,” you mumbled.

“No, seriously,” Jan said quickly, raising his hand from your tits up to hold your face. The moment felt much more tender than everything up until that point, and Jan said, “You’re cute. And you’re funny, and you’ve got a hell of a mind. I mean, my God, the revolution would eat you up… You’ve ever been a god before, Y/N?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you giggled. “Just put your cock in me, then we can talk about this later.”

“Is that a promise?” Jan asked with a cheeky smile, and you rolled your eyes. Finally, your hands slid down his chest to where his cock laid against his stomach, hard and weeping for attention, and you swiped your thumb across his slit and gathered his pre-cum on your thumb. At this, his hips gave a little involuntary buck up into your hand, and you licked your lips as you tried to prepare. You took a deep breath, preparing for the pain and burn of the stretch, and you adjusted yourself over him before carefully sinking onto his cock.

Instantly, you knew that you were in for a good time. The head of his cock was burning hot as he stretched your walls, and shockwaves traveled up your body and made the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, and your thighs were already quivering. A long moan escaped from you as you settled further onto him, and you chewed your lip as you hung your head. Pleasure and pain existed very close to each other— you knew this— but Jan was a hell of a reminder of it. He blurred the lines, but you didn’t hate it. However, a small whimper of pain left you, despite your efforts to keep it to yourself, and Jan gave you a little shush and sat up a little to sweetly kiss your lips.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “I should’ve prepped you, I’m so sorry, baby doll. I know it hurts, I know. I’m sorry, I should have warned you what you were getting yourself into—”

“Stop,” you whispered, kissing him again. “I’m fine. It’s just been a long time for me, Jan. I’m alright, I swear. Thanks for being concerned, though.”

“I told you, baby,” Jan said.”I’m gonna take care of you.”

You both took a shared steadying breath, and his hands grasped your small waist and pulled you further down. Your breath caught in your throat the feeling of his sheer size, and you only breathed again when you felt your body collide with his. “Oh, baby,” Jan moaned, laughing a little. “Look at yourself, dolly.”

You clenched your teeth, expecting the worst as you looked down, and you gave a breathy laugh when he saw what had Jan so entranced. Not only had you managed to get him fully inside you, but there existed a little bump in your lower stomach from where his cock was buried so deep inside you. Even just the sight of it made pleasure flare in your stomach, and you shoved your hair behind your ear as you laughed. “Oh, shit,” you hissed. “That’s… Not what I was expecting.”

“You like it?” Jan asked, and you nodded quickly.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. “Oh, it’s fucking hot.” Carefully, you anchored yourself on the bed, hands planted on either side of Jan’s head, and you rose yourself up a bit before sinking back down on his cock. Now, instead of the burn being painful, you found pleasure shooting up your body. It was intoxicating and made your head spin, and you let out a gasp at the feeling of it. “Fuck, babe, fuck.”

“I know,” Jan said with a smile, and he leaned up and kissed your forehead. “It’s fantastic, isn’t it?”

“Christ, big ego much?” you mumbled, but you laughed despite it.

“I mean, yeah, I gotta have a huge ego to match my dick,” Jan chuckled. “No, but not that. This entire thing as a whole. It’s so good. Living to love, loving to live, it’s why we’re here. We were put here to love. Not to just exist, certainly not to work.”

You sighed with contentment, and Jan pulled himself to sit up fully. His front pressed against yours, his hands skating up your supple back, and he pressed his face to your chest. Your own hands slid up his neck and tangled in his hair, and you kissed him like you never had before. Hungry and needy and not expecting anything. It was the simplest and purest way to love someone, kissing like that, and you could feel a Jan-esque quote come to mind. “Exist to love,” you repeated. “We’re born to love. We exist to fuck.”

“Hmm, but isn’t fucking just love?” Jan asked. You hadn’t noticed until then, but your bodies were moving together, him rolling his hips up into you and taking your breath away with the depth of him.

“No, making love is love,” you said softly. “Fucking is… It’s like saying— Oh, fuck, right there! Fuck!— Saying ‘fuck you’. Fucking is weaponizing love. It’s not to express affections, or to make children for the fucking society to control. It’s very much recreational. You can’t let society control you. Fuck who you want.”

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Jan breathed, and his strength showed itself again when he wrapped his arm around your lower back and moved you to lay on the bed. You laughed with him as you squirmed to adjust to the new position, but your laughter was replaced with a deep moan when Jan snapped his hips into you. Your gaze was fixed with stars as he started a quick pace, every thrust feeling like he was bruising the bottoms of your lungs, and the head of his cock nestling into your soft bundle of nerves every single time.

You dragged your fingernails down Jan’s back. The pleasure that was mounting in your stomach was overwhelming, and you could hardly even think about forming words, and Jan’s hand captured your chin. “What is it, too cock-drunk to even speak anymore?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your open mouth. “Good girl. You’re taking my cock so well, I’m proud of you, baby.”

“Hurts,” you managed to spit out. Your legs wrapped tight around his body, your heel digging into his back as the old mattress springs squeaked with the force of your bodies.

“Good,” Jan said, and he gave a particularly punishing thrust and formed a cheshire smile when you sobbed at the pain. “It should. Pain purifies the mind, liebling, helps you cut through societal bullshit to see what really matters.”

“C-Can’t…” you started, and your voice left you when Jan began to roughly rub your clit. You weren’t surprised that he could find your clit without help, but the immediate electric shock of pleasure reminded you just who you were dealing with: Jan Weingartner, revolutionary, rebellious, handsome, cheesy, and possessing the cock to end all cocks.

“Oh, yes, you can,” Jan said softly. “And you’re gonna. You don’t have much of a fucking choice, huh? Gotta finish what you started, baby…” His hand still firm around your throat, he leaned down and mouthed at your sensitive neck, closing his teeth on your skin and giving a harsh suck as he continued to fuck you into oblivion. His hand was working fast on your clit, obviously spurred on by the feeling of you clenching around him, and you couldn’t do much but shiver in his grip and submit.

Finally, that power came over you, and you tightened your legs around his waist. “Fuck,” you gasped. “Fuck, m’gonna cum… Jan! Fuck!”

“Oh, yes, good girl,” Jan growled as he bit your neck again. His thrusts slowed down a bit, but it only allowed him to push deeper into you. Your fingers continued to dig into his back, and you whimpered and cried as he drew you closer, closer, closer…

You were blinded by white-hot pleasure, and you shook as you sobbed at the sweet release of your orgasm. You couldn’t describe it as anything but good, and you jolted a little when Jan’s teeth released your neck and he gave the softest kiss instead. “Shit, yeah,” Jan whispered. Your cunt clenched around his cock, and his confident thrusts stuttered as he pressed his forehead to yours one more time and came. The wet sounds of him fucking you still, filling up your dripping hole with his own release, made goosebumps spawn on your skin, and Jan’s hands slid down to your waist. His thumb worked slow circles on your hipbone as he kissed you, and he panted into your kiss. “Oh, fuck, baby, milking my cock so good… Holy shit, baby. You’re a fucking goddess, Christ.”

Finally, his hips slowed to a stop, and he pulled out of you with one last kiss. He took up the corner of his sheets and carefully cleaned you up, being gentle and shushing you when he put a little too much force on your swollen and throbbing cunt. “I know, baby,” he whispered. “Can I get you anything? Some water or something to eat?”

You shook your head, and you reached for his dark t-shirt and tugged it over your head. “I’m alright,” you whispered. “Thanks, though.”

“Are you sure?” Jan asked. “I think we have some beer in the fridge, if you’d like?”

“Why are you being so sweet to me?” you asked, hoisting yourself up onto your elbows. Jan’s hair was all kinds of fucked up, matted and pulled weird in just about every place, his eyes were still blown from his own orgasm, and his pale chest and neck were flushed pink.

Jan pulled himself up from bed and tugged on a pair of khaki pants that sat on the floor beside the bed. “I mean, I’m not a complete asshole,” he said. “I told you this at the start; I’m gonna look out for you, even if this does end up being the last time we see each other.”

“I don’t want that,” you said carefully. Then, when Jan gave you a confused look, you added, “I don’t want this to be the last time we see each other. You’re… Really something else.”

Jan smiled gently, that blush returning to the apples of his cheeks. “We need someone like you,” he said. “Someone so passionate, so smart… You’ve been their slave for years and you can talk about how evil this system is from an inside perspective. The revolution needs you, baby.” He moved back to you and tugged you into his arms, and you laughed a little bit. “I need you, baby.”

“To push your communist ideals?” you asked, and Jan nodded sincerely. “I’ll be a figurehead or some shit, then? A pretty little face?”

“The face of the revolution,” Jan added. “You’ll be on our flyers and shit, you can speak at rallies, you can lead protests; Jesus, my heart’s racing just thinking about it.”

You pursed your lips for a second, letting your finger run down Jan’s bare chest, and you said, “That certainly doesn’t sound awful. It’ll give me something to do, now that I’m out of a job.”

“I’m still really sorry about that,” Jan mumbled.

“Oh, you are more than forgiven, babe,” you told him, and you pulled him in for a kiss. “You’ve paid your personal debts.”

“Thank God,” Jan chuckled. “The last thing I need’s more debt.”

“Would you mind getting that beer?” you asked softly.

Jan gave you a sweet smile, and he kissed you once more. “Sure thing,” he said. “We might have some wine too, if that suits you more.”

“Wine at eleven in the morning, after I just got my brains fucked out?” you giggled. “I can get used to this.”

Jan rolled his eyes and got up from the bed, and he hit a switch on his stereo before he left the room. While the volume was low, you could hear angry guitar, and it soothed you a bit; you’d be more concerned if Jan didn’t listen to music like that. You could hear him in the other room, messing about, the tinkling of glasses reaching your ears, and you got up from your place on the bed and carefully looked around the room. There were a ton of pictures taped to the walls, and you let your fingers linger over one of Jan and two other people, raising their fists in rebellious defiance. The second man in the picture was pale with dark hair, and the girl had flaxen-blonde hair. You could see Anna in the girl’s face, and you quickly concluded that this was Anna’s sister Jule with her boyfriend Peter. The ultra-seriousness etched on Jan’s face made you laugh a bit, and you stepped to the side and saw, on the overflowing desk, several crumpled and wrinkled pieces of paper. They looked as if they had been jammed in a printer and forcefully tugged free, and you couldn’t help your curiosity when you saw thick black letters on the page.

It was only the top line of what was obviously a full message, and the bottom of the letters was smudged and streaked from the wrestle with the printer, but you could manage to decode the three words as “die fetten jahre”. You knew that it directly meant “your fat years”, but it was too… Familiar. You had heard that before.

You didn’t even hear Jan come back into the room, and you were only aware of his presence when his arms wrapped around your waist. “What’re you looking at, pretty baby?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Your days of plenty are numbered,” you said plainly. You looked at Jan, just a bit startled, and you said, “You and Peter and Jule. It’s you; you’re The Edukators.”

[rumblelibrary]

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

oh, it's childish and it's silly

but I think it's you in my room

by the bed

and I know

I took strange pills

but I never meant to hurt you

oh truly I love you”

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[papa-nihilism]

Hi, hope you’re having a wonderful day! I saw that you take requests and I wanted to throw one out there to see if it catches your fancy. Something with Jan and a Robin Hood style reader (GN! or female/whatever you’d like) where they go to hit the same house on the same night and have a little meet-cute? Only if you’d like of course. 💜

words are poisoned darts of pleasure | Jan x GN!Reader

Notes: Oh, this is embarassing. I am SO SORRY for taking so long to answer this but you know, when the muse leaves us alone, no words can be written. I hope you enjoy this little piece and thank you so much for requesting! <3 (feel free to request anything, anytime!) Warnings: -

Breaking into a mansion in one of Berlin's wealthiest neighborhoods had come up in the middle of a bet where you and your friends were clearly too drunk to face the implications and possible consequences of your actions and, at that point, it had sounded fun enough to try. What you didn't expect, however, was that after the card game that culminated in your defeat, you would be the one to break in and bring back some souvenir of that adventure to the winners. Meanwhile, you had some other plans. If you were going to put yourself at risk like that, let it be for something that was worth it.

One of your friends, Alice, knew a perfect victim. Her roommate came from a wealthy family and it was rumored that her family was involved in political scandals that directly affected the local income distribution. It was not a secret that you had some leanings towards radicalism to anyone but, for all intents and purposes, they had nothing against you. The owners of the house were traveling during the summer vacations and the house would be empty. It was the perfect chance to honor the bet and to do some good.

Your hands broke into a cold sweat as you walked through the shadows of the mansion's long lawn - the dark clothes made it easy to camouflage yourself in place, and although your mind was now beginning to see the implications of what you were doing, your pride would not allow you to turn back now. You would go all the way - after all, there was something bigger at stake.

Your plan was simple. Get some evidence of the embezzlement that the owner of the house was doing and, if you were lucky, some money - not for you, of course, but to help some of the communities affected by said embezzlement. It seemed like a fair thing to do, and if you were lucky, you could take that evidence forward. At that moment, your optimism and your need to do the right thing affected your vision and perception of things - enough so that the blue van parked across the street went completely unnoticed.

When your gloved hand landed on the doorknob of the back door, the door opened easily, causing you to frown, somewhat suspiciously. Your instincts screamed at you to leave the place, feeling that you had been set up and the owners of the house were just waiting for you. However, your pride spoke louder, and after a heavy sigh, you made your way inside the house.

Although you weren't an expert on interior design or the trends that permeated the high society scene, something told you that the house looked... odd. The furniture looked meticulously disorganized, out of place. Bath towels were scattered everywhere, a giant plush dinosaur sat in an elegant Louis XVI-style armchair, and porcelain dolls posed in indecent poses. All that redecoration would be comical if you didn't know what it was all about.

It was in all the Berlin newspapers. The Edukators - that's what the press and the police called them, with their raids and notes to their victims. The coincidence of ending up in that house just when they were there was simply absurd. You felt a chill run through your veins, and as you returned the note the breakers had left on the family's dining room table, preparing to get out of there before they found you, you could hear footsteps approaching.

"Oh, look what have we here...," a male voice echoed in the empty room, attracting your attention. The dark balaclava covered the features of the person of medium height and similarly black clothing. "I suppose we are not the only ones who have come to enjoy ourselves tonight”. It didn't take long for a second man to join the other, watching you with a certain curiosity. He, a little shorter than the first, did not let the difference in stature make him any less intimidating - or maybe it was just your fear of the unknown speaking louder. They certainly had a reputation and, judging by what the news were saying about them, they weren’t violent or common burglars. There was something else about their actions. As an offer of peace, you raised both of your hands, showing that you were unarmed. That made both of the man laugh and they took off their balaclavas, showing young faces that probably were around your own age. You noticed too that they were pretty - the smaller one, however, had a certain charm with the little moles adorning his face and a short beard. “I am here to find some documents. This family is involved in some schemes and I want to report them”, you admitted, kinda pathetically. However, you received nods from both of them. “Yeah, we know, that’s why we chose their house”, the taller one offered, putting his balaclava on again. “Look, we don’t you two go look for whatever proof you can find about it and I’ll keep an eye on the front door?”, he offered, to which the smaller one noded, not bothering putting his balaclava on as well. You followed him upstairs to the owner’s office, noticing that the first floor wasn’t the only space that they redecorated. Some random objects were misplaced, stickers and markers were used on the paintings on the walls and photographs. You wanted to laugh about it but the man was guiding you with firm steps towards the office’s door. “Here, we can look through his drawers and see if we can find something”, the man said to which you nodded, following him inside the office slightly surprised with how easily they both accepted to help you. Even though you knew that you were both on the same side - to help people, to make that man pay for his mistakes -, you also knew that they had all the reasons to doubt your intentions. However, the guy who was with you didn’t showed any remorse on helping you. Actually, as soon as you got into the office, he closed the door and went searching just like he said he would - and you, following his guidelines, started searching as well, falling both into a silence filled with the sounds of papers being moved by your hands. It didn’t take too long for the man to break the silence again. “Why… why are you doing this? You don’t look like someone who was affected by him. You are… too calm”, he started, making you laugh. At that moment, Jan could swear that your laugh was the prettiest sound he’d ever heard.  “That’s… very kind of you, I guess. And you are right. I am not affected by it. I’m a college student, I got a job, I am… living. But I am also tired of seeing people like him getting away with their crimes. It’s not fair that they have a mansion, many cars and a fridge full of food while others are struggling to keep him rich, ya know?”, you said, still looking through the papers - if you had looked up, you’d probably meet Jan smiling at you. “Yeah, I know. I wasn’t expecting this from someone else, though. People think that what we do is too radical”, he said, pulling a paper folder from the drawer. “Here you go”, he said, giving you the folder. You went through the contents of it with a small smile. “This will do…”, you smiled. “Now we should probably go back to your friend”, you said, trying too hard not to keep looking into those brown passionate eyes, afraid of falling for them. You didn’t knew much about the guy - not even his first name, for Goodness sake!, but you knew that if you got too close, you’d probably fall into whatever revolution he was trying to make. You two got back to the living room downstairs, finding Peter very busy finishing his masterpiece - another giant plushie, now a bear one, hanging itself by the chandelier. “Found what you needed?”, he asked, looking at the both of you. Jan nodded. “Well, I’ll meet the two of you outside. Try not to catch too much attention while I get the alarms back on”, he said and you two followed, walking fast to the sidewalk. “So… I suppose this is not a casual friday for you, eh?”, you asked. Jan smiled a little shy. “Well… more like a night shift, you can say…”, he answered, visibly embarassed. “Hey, don’t get shy about it. It’s a good thing. What you two are doing. Making these bastards feel a little scared”, you said, smiling at him - and he smiled back at you, those brown eyes shining under the stars. "Jan, we have to go. It’s almost dawn", the second guy returned to the sidewalk, interrupting you both with a certain curiosity at the friendly scene that was unfolding and a certain suspicion. The other - Jan, now you knew -, nodded to the other, turning his attention to you again. For a few moments, he thought of offering you a ride home  but even himself knew that they were playing too much with the luck at that point. "Well, it was nice to meet you. I hope we'll bump into each other again, baby," he said with a short, shy smile and a wink that you knew that probably came from the other’s advice on flirting than from the boy in front of you himself, before getting into the blue van parked across the street, leaving you there, alone in the middle of the night.

There was a certain hope inside you - short but nevertheless real -, that your paths would cross again.

[potentialproblem01]

Minor Acts- a Jan/male reader fic

For @thesunflowersutra You wanted some fic, I have delivered. A week late but who’s counting.

Also posted on my AO3 if you prefer to read it there, mark for later, etc, whatever. 

Minor Acts- 1.6k E-rated pwp smut

Jan looks at you over the cherry of his burning smoke. You'd been planning this for a while now, pouring out papers and schematics across the floor of his room. The work was finally coming to fruition. 

Tension had been growing since you’d levered yourself off the floor earlier that day, nearly slipping on a stray paper before hauling Jan up too, ending up pulling him into your space. There'd been the hum of tension and anticipation as you packed bags and gathered supplies. 

The plan was solid and it worked. The two of you watched the bomb go off from across the bay hidden by the night and old ocean-swept trees and distance. Coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other behind matching smiles watching the flames catch, shockwaves echoing across the water. The collapse of the human anaesthetic of TV. 

You turn to him, euphoria of a well executed plan simmering and transforming into something a little more wild and further untamed; less satisfaction and more hunger. The discipline of the fight slinking out of you as you catch his eye, trailing over his nose and his scruff. 

He sees you looking and like always, it’s a battle of who gives in first. You chuck your cigarette aside.

You’re never really sure who wins or loses these games but you lean in first, catching his bottom lip. The night stretches unlimited by possibility as you push him over on the blanket, climbing on top and sitting across his hips as you feel his interest start to grow. He can feel yours assuredly as you press him down, ribcages preventing you from getting closer. 

The wind had died down from the day and the peace of starlight and calm water tempers the flare of need you have despite the carnage across the bay. You go slow, enjoying his taste; nicotine and the sweet remnants of the joint from earlier, cheap wine from lunch, the salt and freedom of the sea. 

He gets his hand under your shirt, trailing over your abs and toying with the band of your jeans. His eyes glitter in the dark, full of mischief with the promise of indecent misconduct. His hands move back up, across the thin lower ribs and brushing against your nipples as they push up, encouraging you to lift your arms and discard your t-shirt. The worn out cotton lands in the grass and you move your hands back down to him, getting one hand in the longer hair on top of his head and a forearm to the side to keep from smothering him. His arms come around your middle, digging into the soft muscles of your back. 

You give him another kiss before peppering his face with them: cupid's bow, tip of his nose before dropping them across his beard line. He lets out a soft sigh and grinds up against your ass, using his grip around you to lift himself into you, being his usual needy self. You press down with your hips, angles of your bones clicking with his, your arousal trapped between you. He still struggles with trying to create some friction but you don’t let him. 

You latch onto his neck, nibbling and sucking to bruise, pulling his head back to give you space to work. Torturing him when he so clearly needs you. You pull on his hair a little more, not to hurt but to tell him to behave. 

You sit back and pull him up a little, letting go to get his shirt off too. His rough skin tastes like the sea as you lick at him. Down over the soft swell of his pec to lavish his nipple in reward for a job well done today. He mewls so pretty, soft chest fuzz sliding against your afternoon coarseness. 

You nose along his skin before crossing over to the other side, giving the same reward to the other nipple. He moves his hands to your hair, dragging fingers across the shorn velvet part at the base of your skull before tugging on the longer strands. You resist his insistence to hurry as you back down his body, savoring his impatience as you kiss down his linea alba, playing with the hair there. 

You hook your fingers into his waistband, sliding them around to undo the button and pull them down and off. You stand up to shuck your own jeans off too, reaching for the backpack. He props himself up, watching you halo orange in the firelight. The night air is cooling you faster than the draining remnants of danger. 

You packed the lube in the side pouch. 

You settle back between his legs popping the cap and squeezing the cool liquid across your fingers. Tracing down the seam, pressing the soft skin before skipping down and pressing gently into his hole. He’s still a little open from the morning and your finger sinks in so easy. He’s wiggling, begging for another and you oblige; he did so good today, he’s earned it. 

You dip in a second finger, pushing at the heat of his ring before hooking up and pressing gently at his prostate. He lets out a soft shout, not prepared for you to get to him so quickly. You usually take your time, but you have no patience for that tonight as your work burns behind you. There’s something driving you to skip the foreplay and get right to being close, like a final closure to the plan. Like spending the stolen cash. Like hanging the stolen art.

The papers in the morning will speculate about an accident but the evening editions will display the note he left about TV being the opiate of the masses on the front page. 

You dip in a third finger, pulling at his ring teasing and lilting. Feathery touches to his thighs and the cut of his hip bones. He’s a squirming mess beneath you, so beautiful in the dark and smelling like the remnants of plastic explosives. 

You withdraw your fingers and pull him in by the hips, grabbing the lube again and drizzling some over your cock before spreading it over yourself. You grab his hips to line yourself up before pulling him up your thighs to get close enough. You angle his hips with one hand and guide yourself to his hole with the other before pushing in, the resistance light as you enter him. 

His face makes the most exquisite scrunch as you stretch him open again. You fit yourself in and let go of his hips to drag a slick hand up his stomach, lube sticking to his happy trail. You tweak a nipple before leaning in to steal a kiss. He kisses back with a whimper, chasing your lips as you pull away and grip his waist. 

You thrust slow and sure, his heat incredible in the night air and you want this to last. 

His skin is warm against you, sticky with the ambient salt, his hair stiff with it. When you run your hand through the strands, they stick out in every direction, softening him in your eyes. Here, under you, he’s hardly just a hard-eyed revolutionary, he’s one of the most beautiful people and minds you’ve ever met. You’re pretty sure the image of him spread on your cock as a satellite station burns behind you casting long orange shadows across the salted bay will stay with you forever. 

You keep thrusting in with easy and slow strokes until he looks so fragile he might cry. You like when he cries but now is hardly the place to put him back together after. You pick up the pace, changing the angle by getting further under him. 

He soon starts to shake, tightening around you. You’re not near enough to the edge to come at the same time but you think you’ll have plenty of chances to synchronize in other aftermaths. With another drag across his prostate, he’s coming, ropes painting his stomach and reaching up his chest. Some hitting you. In his blissed out state, you fuck into him with abandon, seeking your own release until you find it burning through your core and burying deep inside him.

You stay there, buried in him, panting. He’s starting to come down to earth himself, looking at you with hazy brown eyes. Your breaths eventually even and a calm settles over your little beachy cliff. The stars are obscured now by the smoke and light of the flames but you can feel them up there, twinkling away because everything is as it should be. 

You pull out of him, cock soft and wet with lube and come. You back away to wipe off with the edge of a blanket and lean in to look as your come dribbles out of his ass. It’s one of your favorite sights. You plant a kiss on both his thighs, licking up some of his cooling come before wiping the rest away with the blanket too. 

He lets out this beautiful sigh and you know he’s about to pass out. You’re safe for now. Content. Something bordering happiness crawling up the base of your brain stem. You hate to think it’s love but if the bomb detonates...

He falls asleep after he comes like he usually does, exactly in the position you left him in. His arms are splayed on the blanket, legs pushed out from his hips where you cleaned him off. 

You let him sleep for a while. The sirens have only just started blaring, red and blue lights not yet flashing across the water. He’s gorgeous when he sleeps, looking much less angry with the world. He’ll have another idea when he wakes but for now you bask in the heat of the flames and his love. Tomorrow will be another plan.

After all, what’s a minor act of terrorism between lovers?

[theartbooshlr]

Been writing and rewriting my Jan Weingartner fic for a couple of weeks now and I've finally arrived at a point where I think "Yes, I can live with that".

Still only at 2.3k words, but progress 🥳

[papa-nihilism]

Oh my god this is SO ADORABLE my heart is so full right now 🥺💛🥺💛🥺

Hello, friend! I saw that your requests are open so I was wondering if you could write something very fluffy, like a lazy Sunday type of thing, with Jan or maybe Clint Barton (whoever you prefer to write!) 💛

A/N: I couldn't decide between Jan or Clint, so I didn't mention the name of the guy so you can imagine either, both or anyone you want really!

Word Count: 358

Content Warning: Tooth rotting fluff, betrayal, married gn! reader, husband specified but not the husband isn't named.

“Babe… babe, wake up.” Your husband leans over, placing a soft, warm kiss just below your earlobe. “Come on, I got a surprise you’re gonna love.” He places another kiss on your cheek, a little too close to your mouth for comfort when you’re still suffering from morning breath.

You let out a low groan and roll over to face away from him. “Nooo…”

“Come on, your breakfast is going to get cold…” He says in a teasing voice, trailing off at the end. You pry open your eyes, squinting at the bright morning light coming in through the window.

“Breakfast?” Your voice is groggy, and a little rough from sleep, but still earns a chuckle from him.

“Yep. Woke up early this morning just to make you your favorite.”

“... my favorite.” You turn to look over at your shoulder. He still stands at the side of the bed, hands on his hips and a soft smile on his face.

“You’re favorite.”

You smile up at him innocently, stretching out your arms for a hug. “Have I ever told you I love you?”

He laughs, climbing into the bed to pull you to his chest. You immediately hum at the warmth, snuggling closer to tuck your head under his chin.

“As cute as you look in my arms, and as nice as it is to cuddle with you, I worked hard on breakfast this morning and would like to be able to eat it before the flies get to it.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head, then with a sudden roll off the bed he’s smoothly carrying you to the attached bathroom. He goes to set you down on the floor but the tile is cold on your bare feet and you squirm in his hold.

“I’m not gonna hold you as you piss.” He states simply, setting you down despite your protests.

“Babe! The floor is cold!”

“I love you, but not that much!” He calls over his shoulder, not bothering to shut the door to the bathroom on his way out, “I’ll see you in the dining room when you’re done!”

“Traitor!”

[babybluebex]

Maybe the "I'll kiss you to prove I dont feel anything for you but it does the opposite" with Jan? Need more of him in my life tbh

combining these two prompts hehe

thanks for your request!

word count: 937

“Jan definitely wants to fuck you.”

Jan looked up from his pamphlets, a rather startled look in his amber eyes. Of course, he definitely had not been tuned in to the conversation you were holding with Peter and Jule, and had certainly missed the entire set up for Jule’s statement. Jan was known for disregarding the three of you in favor of whatever task lay in front of him, and it didn’t really surprise you anymore. “Huh?” he asked.

“C’mon, Jan,” Peter interjected, flicking his lighter. “We can all see how badly you wanna spear Y/N on your dick. Just do it.”

“First of all,” you started, holding back a giggle. “What makes you think that I’m alright with the dick-spearing?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Peter chuckled. “Do you not want that?”

Jan was still looking between all of you, a little startled but relaxing into the conversation nonetheless. “I wouldn’t mind,” he said with a little smirk. Jan wasn’t famous for his popularity with women, but, as always, something about that dumb smirk had your stomach doing flips. Peter and Jule had pinned you down exactly when they said you wanted Jan to fuck you, because you did; sure, he was a scrubby little revolutionary with a proclivity for kleptomania, but he was handsome as all get out and was truly a funny and good guy.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” you scoffed. That was your game: Jan would come onto you, usually in a mostly joking way, and you would laugh and deny him. These sort of games always happened with a bottle of wine or something in front of you, and it was odd to be doing this sober. Flirting. At that moment, you wanted to hit yourself in the face. You were flirting with Jan. How were you a grown woman and had never figured that out? No wonder Peter and Jule were so gung-ho about making this happen.

“So, you’re saying that you have no feelings for Jan?” Jule asked, poking your arm. “Absolutely none?”

“That’s pretty much exactly what I’m saying,” you said with a quick nod. “Here, I’ll prove it.”

Quickly, you moved from your place at the table and went to Jan, and you put a gentle hand on his cheek. He needed to shave, pretty much as always, and your tummy did that dumb fluttering thing again when you felt his warm breath fan across your face. Maybe you did feel something for Jan. Maybe this dumb idea to kiss him to prove you didn’t feel anything was simply that, dumb. But you didn’t linger for too long. You pulled Jan to you and, in an instant, you were pressing your lips to his. For a second, the kiss was one-sided, Jan seemingly in a state of disbelief, but his hands quickly abandoned his work of organizing his pamphlets and went to your waist. He pulled you closer to him carefully, then tugged you into his lap as he started up his side of the kiss.

Jan’s kiss, no matter how simple it was, made your head spin. Sitting across his lap with his lips against yours, something felt cosmically right. His hand went from your waist and up to cup your cheek, and he deepened the kiss, tilting his head a bit and lightly touching your lips with his tongue. It took nothing for you to open your mouth and submit to him, moaning just a little when his tongue invaded your mouth. He tasted divine, beer and weed and all things that should have been bad but for some reason were next to godliness, and your hands traveled up to his disheveled hair and tugged a little. Now, it was Jan’s turn to moan, and the kiss broke for just long enough for Jan to touch his forehead against yours before diving back in. His hands were roaming your body, skating up your back and holding your waist, and eventually, just as you had suspected and hoped, his hand came to rest on your inner thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh through the thin fabric of your pajama pants. Your hips did a little quiver, not enough to even qualify as a buck, but it was enough to make Jan chuckle softly and start his hand working carefully to dig into your pants. His mouth still totally claimed yours, his tongue dominating your mouth and your thoughts, and it was only when his thick fingers slipped past the drawstring of your pants that there was a dissatisfied groan from behind you.

Suddenly, the world snapped back, and a hot flush came over your face and chest. Right. Peter and Jule were there, watching this entire exchange. “You alright over there?” Jule giggled, and you swallowed thickly before getting up from Jan’s lap. Your legs felt weak and you were dizzy from his kiss, and you didn’t complain or fight when Jan put his hands back on your waist and tugged you down to sit on his knee.

“She’s fine,” Jan said before you could even speak, and something about the way he dominated you with just his words, speaking for you with the full confidence that he was correct, made your tummy flip one more time. You could get used to that. “Look at this, baby, what do you think? Too garish? This time, I wanted the pamphlets to be understated, but fucking Peter designed them, so I’m a hundred percent sure they suck—”

“No feelings, eh?” Peter chuckled, and you watched as Jule landed a hit to her boyfriend’s arm. “Liars, the both of you.”

[babybluebex]

if yall wanna be tagged in my jan fic, speak now or forever hold your peace (or just... not be tagged in my jan fic.... whatever....)

[papa-nihilism]

Daydreaming??? V, your writing always makes me feel like this:

Thank you thank you thank you so much for feeding my love for Jan!!!!!!!! 

First of all, HELLO MY DEAR! ❤️❤️❤️ I can't promise you that I won't send a thousand of these because you know that i'm a big fan of your writings hehe I was wondering if you could make “i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.” + my baby Jan? 👀👀

Jan x Reader

(Thank you Art ❤️❤️❤️ i hope I will get you a bit dreamy in here)

Warnings: badly described description of police violence

You were out there a second ago manifesting against the selling of old historical places to be turned into luxury hotels. The city slowly becoming impossible to live into. The house prices skyrocketing and the poorest being pushed away from their city.

You were just holding a sign when the policeman pushed away an old man shouting his house was being taken away from him.

You rushed to him dropping the sign “let him go!” You shouted as you tackled the arm of the guard pushing the old man out of his way. That man could be old but he wasn’t taking a no as an answer.

You pulled the agent arm as he tried to shrug you off and in the end he made it by snapping his elbow in your face which lead to the domino effect of another guy that was there to push the old grandpa away attacking the armed man as you got dragged to the van and pushed inside by his fellow agents.

You crawled in as you dropped on your knees moving to sit down in the corner.

You looked down at your legs as you sat into the police van now. One of your legs trembling rhythmically, the adrenaline taking over you still but it will go down and that moment frightened you the most.

Why it always had to end up like this? With beating. You never got into this situation before though.

You touched onto your bottom lip staring at the little of blood coming out from it.

“Are you okay?”

The guy that tried to protect you was pushed inside after you, a big red sign on the side of his face that will soon become a very dark bruise framing his naturally soft features. You looked up at him and even if the shock was still running through you his stance was admirable and his attitude extremely charming even if in a very quiet way. You remembered him from previous manifestations, alway with another guy and a girl, but you never came to the point of talking with him.

But today, he really saved you from getting probably a boot stomping onto you.

“I am okay, you are hurt” you said and he frowned looking at your bleeding but then his hand grazed his own face and he whined lightly

“They always go for the face, the spineless bastards” he growled.

You kept quiet as you looked at his fiery eyes while he frowned and more people were getting kicked in the van.

“JAN, JAN I WILL SEE YOU AT THE POLICE STATION!!” A voice called and the guy beside you stomped his hand on the blacked glass to signal he got it.

“Jan” he said to you

“Y/N”

You said back looking down at his bruised hands and knuckles.

“I saw you” he said and you frowned for a moment and he cleared his throat “I mean, I remember you at the manifestation for the climate change, you do very witty signs”

You chuckled and blushed a bit as you really put a lot of effort to make the signs rhyme and decor them.

“Thank you” you said as he smiled a bit shyly.

“I am shit at arts” he admitted making you chuckle lightly as you got more squeezed together when few more people got pushed into the van and the vehicle started moving after getting locked. your bodies started shaking and swaying lightly from side to side, some turns squishing you against each other but you were too worried to think, to process it.

The driver wasn’t being nice but the anxiety of what will happen next was making you shiver, you never got in such a big deal even if it was probably a matter of time since you and troubles were like wind and a kite.

“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand” he offered as he was holding one hand flat on the wall beside you not to be thrown around.

His other hand opened slowly as you took it gulping down because of fear.

You gave him a squeeze and he bumped lightly his forehead onto your temple like to take your thoughts away.

You were hyperventilating but then he shifted to give you more air and his hand slowly laced fingers with yours.

“It will be a moment, just a bit of scolding and signing papers and we will be off for a beer”

You looked up at him and smiled just a bit even if fear was still on your skin.

“I promise you’ll be fine”

You nodded as you believed him.

[rumblelibrary]

Birthday celebration summary

Hello everyone,

So, I needed to give closure to this round of prompts, I had received some late requests and I will answer them! But here is the summery of all the love that has been spread during the two weeks after my birthday. I thank you from the bottom of my heart everyone that took part of it and inspired me <3

Ernst Schmidt 

“This isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you” with Ernst Schmidt x Fem!Reader

“How many times can you look at me in the eye and lie to me” - with Ernst Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Ernst Schmidt x Female Reader (the kinky apocalypse)

Daniel Brühl

Consensual filming with Daniel Brühl

Baron Helmut Zemo

Colonel Zemo x EKO!Soldier

playfully flirting and hating each other and someone else flirting with them and you getting jealous and realising how possessive you are of them

(Zemo x Fem!Reader)

Jan (The Edukators)

Jan x Fem!Reader (sexy stuff)

Jan x Reader “i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

Number 47 - "We could run away" (Jan x Reader)

Tony Balerdi (Burnt)

Tony Balerdi x Reader (Fluff)

Tony Balerdi x Reader (more fluff)

Modern Laszlo Kreizler

Modern!Laszlo Kreizler on Your Birthday

Modern!Laszlo Kreizler on His Birthday

Modern!Laszlo Kreizler with pets

Niki Lauda

Niki x Fem!Reader kisses

Sebastian Zöllner

Sebastian Zöllner x Reader “you’re lucky you’re hot”

Loki

Loki x Fem!Reader - “were you masturbating?”

Loki x Fem!Reader “louder, i want them to hear you.” - “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy.”

Sylvie

Sylvie x Reader

Tagged @cazzyimagines @lieutenantn @handmaiden-of-mischief @thesunflowersutra @zemomybeloved @fictionlandslanddreams@charistory @greeneyedblondie44 @apparrio @hb8301 @whatawildone @rhymerhymerhyme  @thehuiabird @lilith-blackrose @unbeatablecurlgirl @obsidianlaszlo @alindeluce @zemosimp05 @baronesszemo-blackwood @nocapesdahling

Let me know if you want to get tagged to my publications too <3

[rumblelibrary]

Was wondering if you’d write anything absolutely filthy with either Jan or Alex Kerner? I adore them and it upsets me that they always get overlooked in the Brühl fandom 👀👉👈

Jan x Fem!Reader

(I really wanted to write something about Alex, but then I have seen that video with Daniel on set of Edukators with a girly top and I lost it)

Smut ahead, even tho I need to write something filthier

“Truth or dare?”

You looked up at Jule with a groan, why always you? You accepted her

invitation to come over and meet her boyfriend Peter and his best friend

Jan.

Like it wasn’t evident it was a sort of combined meeting between the two of

you. But the initial annoyance soon left you as you met the handsome young

man.

Then drink after drink followed, you ate very good food and now you were

snacking on some chips and still drinking while playing.

“Truth” you said as you knew she was just waiting for you to say dare only

to make you kiss Jan.

She glared at you as Jan handed you his joint and you took a couple of deep

drags before handing it to Peter.

“Have you ever done it in a public place?”

Peter’s eyebrows came sky high and you chuckled “yes” you just said sipping

your beer “in the Alibi’s club bathroom” you just added as they knew the

place.

Peter leaned in turning the bottle again as now it rested over Jan.

“Dare” jan said, but Peter didn’t have such a romantic idea as Jule “I want

you and Y/N to switch clothes”

Jan groaned as Jule looked at Peter like he failed the chance to get you two

kissing.

You stood up as he did the same and you moved to the bathroom quietly with

him. You were too drunk or too high, but undressing came quite easy to the

both of you, soon you were handing him your dress and he was handing you

his green t-shirt and pants.You expected to feel a bit of shame but no, you just stared at him as he stared at you and you deeply desired to have some juicy dare to fulfil now.

“Wait” he said quietly as he helped you to tighten the belt around your

waist. He seemed always angry at first, but had so much sweetness underneath, he was an incredible mix of feelings and you'd be a terrible liar to say you didn't find him attractive or you didn't like to have his eyes scanning over you when you undressed.

You shifted lightly on side to pick your bag and you pulled out a nice lipstick, he stared at you with raised eyebrows before slowly leaning in, one of your hands holding his jaw as you traced his lips with that deep burgundy colour you always wore. You pressed your lips together and he copied your gesture looking up at you two in the mirror like that. His arms looked so toned and his shoulders broader in that black dress.

You heard some shuffling in the other rooms, giggles and a little moan. You two just stared like that at each other, no reason to get out now.

His hands moved onto your belt once more, using it to push you to rest your back against the wall.

He moved closer to you, bodies brushing as he leaned to rest his forehead against yours before lowering himself a little more capturing your lips with his in a kiss.

Lipstick quickly getting smeared over the both of you. You giggled softly as you were indeed high or drunk, or maybe just both and he was so hot. Jan also felt comfortable now, the two of you alone, none of Peter pushing him to say this or do that and all his rules on how to get a girl.

He groaned softly in desire, his lips covering yours again as you parted them and your tongues slowly battled against each other.

"You're such a pretty girl" you gasped against him as you had to look for air. He smirked sort of liking the game and not really indulging into the thought too much.

"Let's see then"

He smirked undoing your/his pants and your panties still there before getting down onto his knees and lacing his red speared lips with your clit. A soft groan left you along side with a moan.

he looked up at you shifting lightly so you could put your leg over his shoulder.

Oh, he was good at it.

You groaned throwing your head back and licking your lips, you were overwhelmed as you weren't even thinking about it too much, the pleasure squeezing your core as you shivered visibly.

"So good" you moaned as his fingers pushed their way inside you. Damn the shy boy. You opened your mouth into another moan but this time silent as he was just that skilled.

So skilled he found it funny to leave you at it unceremoniously by shifting his position.

You licked your lips as you exchanged position now wanting yo try yourself as he pulled down his boxers from underneath the dress, you mimicked his position of before sneaking your head underneath his skirt slowly tracing his hard cock with your tongue. He groaned resting his head against the wall as you indeed were hungry of revenge for interrupting your pleasure, so you put an extra effort to please him with your mouth, teasing him a lot with your tongue and your lips, never giving in for the hopeless jerking of his hips pointing you the way he wanted it.

"I want to be inside you"he mumbled, your hand leaning in to pump him nicely into that pleasure moving to stand up from your hidden spot.

"Here" he was hectic as he guided you, he was like a kid in Disneyland and you probably just unlocked a new kink in him without knowing.

He placed you facing the mirror, just bowing down forward enough over the sink.

He pulled his skirt up slowly resting the front part of it over your back to not have it slowing down any movement and yet not taking the dress off.

You groaned as he pushed inside you slamming into your body relentlessly but you were all for it, he was a man on a mission, he was going to lead you to the highest he could and from the way he fucked you all that shyness must have hidden a rare talent or a very good actor.

You forced yourself to hold up onto the sink as you looked up at the reflection of the two of you and he was just doing the same. A sly smile taking over his lips before he leaned down to nibble over the skin of your back still covered by his shirt..

"More"

You moaned only instigating him. You were really just provoking because accepting his size inside you was already requiring an effort.

You whined helplessly as his left hand sneaked to rub your clit not giving you any rest, the pleasure unbearable as he kept slamming inside you groaning against your back how handsome you were and how he liked that shirt on you.

You're not even sure of the exact words, the exact way he said it.

You cursed under your breath when you couldn't hold it back anymore. Legs trembling as wrapped his arm around your waist supporting you up before cumming himself. You felt dizzy as he was still roaming his hands onto you. He pulled back as he kissed the back of your neck before slipping out of you.

"Damn" you whimpered as he gently made you turn around taking your hand and exited to the living room only to find it empty, the other two probably in Peter's room as he guided you to his own room forgetting about the part discarded clothes you left in the bathroom.

Once there, he locked the door not wanting to be abruptly waken up the next day by his flatmate. He looked at you with a shy smile as you tiredly leaned against him as he pulled his shirt off you and you undid the dress for him.

Now both naked he looked at you and smiled with a sweetness that took him apart from the sex beast you encountered in the bathroom, his cheeks and lips still coloured in that faint red.

He slowly tangled his fingers with yours bringing you to the bed "Thank you for making me feel free" he whispered and you smiled at him pulling him into a kiss.

[papa-nihilism]

hii babes, so... i want to write some non-academic stuff to postpone all the academic stuff that i have to write so... REQUESTS ARE OPEN! since i never done stuff like this, i feel like it's only fair to put some rules: - I don't feel very comfortable writing smut. english is not my first language and i feel like if i try to make something steamy, it will sound like an old victorian man trying to flirt. so... yea. no smutty. - like I said, english is not my first language, i can make some grammar mistakes. you can point it out but PLEASE by kind about it, i'm learning. - i can write for a lot of fandoms and pairings. i haven't made a lot of x reader stuff but I'm always willing to try. (however, if you request an x reader drabble, please, tell me if you prefer female, male or neutral reader. otherwise, i'll make it as gender neutral as I can!) - you can request me things for daniel's characters! i'm a big jan (the edukators) fan but i am always willing to give sebastian zöllner, alex kerner, niki lauda, laszlo kreizler and helmut zemo some love as well. - idk i think that's all??? send me your ideas! I'm leaving this fluffy list right here if you guys want to check some cool ideas. ASKBOX - MASTERLIST

[mypoisonedvine]

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?”

[theartbooshlr]

This is all I ever needed in life.

I didn't need more reasons to love Jan but you gave me loads. Seeing Jan protesting there every day would make me fall in love too. The awkward flirting was so precious, very relatable.

Then of course the sex- perfect.

"It should. Pain purifies the mind, liebling, helps you cut through societal bullshit to see what really matters."

I laughed out loud, that was so in character.

And lastly, the ending made me cry. I blame my period but it may also have been my paralysing fear of the future. The thought of Jan getting me out of this shitty capitalist system- I am so ready to start a revolution with him. So ready.

To conclude, I felt way too many emotions in a very short time span, this is a masterpiece. I'll be rereading it over and over again. Thank you for this present, feels like christmas.

One last quick question: Is it ever specifically mentioned they're communist? Because I always see people calling them that but anti-capitalist doesn't automatically mean communist. However maybe I just don't know everything there is to know about this movie. Or is that a headcanon?

some people never change [jan weingartner x reader smut]

summary | you've always seen this man outside your work, and, after he causes you to lose your job, jan swears to make it up to you. pairing | jan weingartner (the edukators, 2004) x fem!reader (y/n) word count | 8.01k warnings | smut (minors dni), sex without a condom, overstimulation, slight pain kink (if you squint), Unrealistic Penis Expectations (thanks jac for that golden nugget), jan is Too Into Revolution For His Own Good author's note | so i promised this a LONG time ago, and it's finally coming out, i'm sorry lol, but enjoy this! also, thanks to @mypoisonedvine for inspiring the dolly nickname jan uses :)

(gif cred to @sgt-dignam)

You saw him first. But how could you not?

There he was, standing on the corner, harking off his pamphlets and trying to get anyone who would listen to interact. You were familiar with this guy. You knew nothing about him, not even his name— your coworkers, whenever they spotted him outside, always jokingly called him Street Corner Lenin— but you were taken by him. Every day, rain or shine, he was on the corner just outside your work, preaching to the masses about how capitalism will ruin you in the long run. Sometimes a red-haired girl joined him, sometimes a black-haired man, sometimes it was all three of them. But he was always there. Coincidentally, always when you were coming into work.

You fucking hated your job. Every single day you went in, you considered calling out sick. Or, better yet, spitting at your boss’s feet and handing him your apron. Your boss worked you like a dog with no acknowledgment of such, having you open the restaurant every day at 10 am sharp and closing at 11 pm (or whenever the last customers left, which was usually closer to midnight most days). He was a rude man, and would only ever berate the female staff. Perhaps if it was only your boss that made the job hell, you could work through it, but the customers (or guests, as your boss demanded you call them) were all snobby, stick-up-their-asshole type people. Either on their own would have been hell, but both together, along with your blooming realization of how stupid it was that you had to pay your way through life, made your life awful. Basically, you didn’t blame Street Corner Lenin one bit.

“Dogs, all of you!” you heard his shouts as you shouldered the door to the patio open, loaded down with plates and silverware to set the tables before opening. “You work and work and work, and for what? A bone? A measly bone to give your landlord to ensure you don’t live on the street? What sort of life is that?”

As you set the plates down on one of the metal tables, you looked out to the man. You had only ever seen him from that distance, and you admired the basic outline he had about him. A sort of mousy-brown hair, cut short and shaggy, with an ungroomed beard (beard was putting it loosely; it was more of a chin strap than anything) decorating his face. He always wore dark clothes, even now, in a Berlin July, loose, ripped, and a dark shirt with a black denim jacket. By all accounts, the man was handsome.

The patio door opened carefully, and you looked to see your coworker, a young girl named Anna. You suspected she was still in high school, although you never asked, but she was a sweet girl. “Dude,” Anna started, taking a few of the plates from your pile. “Did you hear what happened to Joe last night?”

Seeing as Joe was your boss from hell, you didn’t care too much. You shrugged a bit, not really ever one to fall into the trap of gossip, but Anna gasped all the same. “Oh, man,” she chuckled. “His house got broken into last night. He’s in an awful mood today… Like, worse than normal.”

“Broken into?” you repeated. “Did they take anything?”

“That’s the weird part!” Anna exclaimed. She laid the plates out on the table neatly, just as you had been told, and she continued. “No! They broke in and, like, rearranged the furniture and shit. And they left this weird-ass note, ‘die fetten jahre sind vorbei’, like, ‘your days of plenty are numbered’ or something.”

“What the fuck…?” you mumbled. As Anna spoke, Street Corner Lenin’s voice drifted to you, and you cast a glance at him once more. He was still preaching about how capitalism was bad and working in order to live wasn’t how society was supposed to function. Typical. You were prepared to hear him all day, until security came and ushered him away, just as they always did. “That’s weird, dude. Like… Seriously weird.”

“Yeah!” Anna agreed enthusiastically. “But the note was signed! People called ‘The Edukators’.”

“Alright,” you said, leaning to place a roll of silverware on a plate. “Who is that?”

“No-one knows,” Anna told you. “They break into rich people’s houses, rearrange the furniture and shit and scare them basically, and then leave these letters. It’s weird!”

“It is weird,” you nodded absently. It’s not that you weren’t listening to Anna, because you were, but your attention was on something else. On him.

The security guard seemed to be vying for some sort of promotion with the speed at which he approached Street Corner Lenin. You could hear them arguing, but not really able to make out their words, and Anna scoffed. “Christ, Jan,” she mumbled.

“Huh?”

Anna pointed to Street Corner Lenin and said, “His name’s Jan. My sister Jule is dating his best friend. He’s out here every single day.”

“Jan,” you repeated slowly. “What’s his deal?”

Anna shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve only met him once, when I went to Jule’s apartment. She’s living with her boyfriend Peter, and Jan lives with them too. He was, like, sitting on the kitchen table and writing something and didn’t even respond when I said hi. Just… Weird.”

Then, from the street, you heard a shout, and you turned to see the security guard and Jan still arguing, but the guard had his hand on Jan’s arm. You don’t know what compelled you forward, but you were quickly abandoning your place on the patio and running over to them. You heard Anna shouting after you, but you could only focus on him. “Leave him alone, won’t you?” you said, swiping your hands along your uniform pants. “He’s not hurting anyone!”

The security guard regarded you with a quiet sort of “Hmph!”, and he said, “Didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Weingartner.”

“I don’t,” Jan said savagely, but his amber eyes were caught on you.

“I’m just a friend,” you explained quickly. “But he’s not doing anything wrong! It’s a peaceful protest, haven’t you ever heard of it?”

“He’s being a nuisance,” the guard said, and you sighed.

“Nuisance my ass, he’s speaking his mind!” you cried. “For God’s sake, the wall fell, like, ten years ago! We can say what we want now! He’s not hurting anyone, the most he’s doing is scaring off birds!”

You heard your boss’s shouts of your name, along with Anna’s, and you sighed in frustration. “I’m here everyday and I’ve never seen him do anything bad,” you said. “He’s handing out flyers, how is that any different than the university students advertising a concert? It’s because of what he’s saying, he’s not preaching your capitalist ideas, and you and whoever you work for don’t like that, so you shut down rebellion at the source!”

“What the hell are you doing out here?” Joe cried as he got to you. “Get your ass back there now, or—”

“Or what?” you asked. “You’ll fire me? Do it! I don’t care; if I lose my job for standing up for something I feel strongly about, then so be it!”

Suddenly, a firm hand fell on your arm, and you looked to see Jan pushing you back and away from the conflict. His eyes, the color of fresh honey, were fixed on Joe, and Jan grinded his teeth as he watched your boss. “So you’re the one who has her trapped at that fucking place,” Jan snarled. “I’m here every day, and she’s always there. What, does she live there or something? She’s young. She needs a life that isn’t at that fucking restaurant.”

“Y/N could easily request time off, she just doesn’t,” Joe said, throwing his hand out at you, and Anna grabbed your hand as Jan pushed you away even further. “She likes working, she’s good at it—”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” Jan snapped. “Look at her! The shadows under her eyes, the way her hair’s all limp, she’s exhausted!” Then, he quickly turned to you, and he took up your hand in his. His hand was larger than yours, his skin dotted with freckles, his palm warm and soft and inviting. His voice was gentler when he spoke next, his Köln accent making his words that much more sincere: “When’s the last time you had a night off, baby?”

Baby. One part of you wanted to snap at him, something along the lines of “I’m not your fucking baby”, but you just couldn’t even muster up that much anger. He was so… Concerned. Not in a You-Prove-My-Anti-Capitalist-Views way, but in a way that felt much more human. He was truly worried about you, even though he didn’t know you. You shrugged. “Dunno,” you answered softly. “S’been a while.”

Jan slapped his hands down onto his thighs. “See?” he exclaimed. “You’re overworking her. She’s tired, she’s annoyed—”

“She’s fired,” Joe said, and your heart splashed down into your stomach.

“No, please, Joe,” you said quickly, breaking from Jan and Anna’s grips. “Please, you can’t do this, I-I need this job, I need to pay for my apartment, please, you can’t do this!”

“I just did,” Joe snapped. “Give me your apron.”

“Joe!” you whimpered. “Please! I’m the best you’ve got, please, you just can’t!” You almost considered getting down on your knees and begging him to let you keep your job, but Jan’s gentle hand touched your shoulder, and you let your tears fall. “Please.”

“Apron,” Joe said. “Now.”

Slowly, trying not to sob, you unclipped the small little apron from around your waist, and you handed it to Joe. Before you could even try to plead again, Jan was pulling you back and away, and, for whatever reason, your body melted into his. Your face nestled perfectly into his neck, and you allowed yourself to cry on this weird stranger’s shoulder for a few pitiful seconds. The smell of him was nice, weed and liquor and the unmistakable tang of Man, and his arms around you, holding you, comforting you, was good, but you quickly settled with the reality of who this man was.

You pushed Jan away and gave a sad sniffle, and you said, “You fucking got me fired, you prick. After I defended you!”

“I wasn’t trying to,” Jan said quickly, and you scoffed.

“Right, because you sit here, day in and day out, and wax poetic about the sins of society and shit, just for fun,” you scoffed. “That was your fucking plan all along! Recruit people to your fuckin’ cause or whatever?”

“Baby—”

“I’m not your goddamn baby, stop it!” you cried. “I never wanna see you again. Fuck…”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jan said quickly, and his hands shot out to grab your upper arms. Despite the speed of his action, he seemed gentle and caring. Those honey eyes were sad as he looked at your face, and he said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I didn’t... I’m an asshole. I get that. I’m so sorry, please believe me. Can I make it up to you somehow?”

“How?” you asked. “I was banking on this week’s paycheck to help me pay rent!”

Jan’s pink mouth screwed up for a second as he thought it over, and he mumbled, “Let me take you to dinner. Or-Or get some coffee or something. Please, it’s the least I can do. I feel like a fucking dumbass, I really am sorry.”

You believed him. It wasn’t exactly difficult to do that, though, because he seemed so genuine. You wondered if he had ever been in similar circumstances. Had he ever been evicted before? Maybe he was only doing revolution-busking because he too had lost his job. What with the economic uncertainty, it didn’t seem all that far fetched. You looked beside you, to where Anna had taken a step back, and she gave a little nod. “Fine,” you said softly. “We can get coffee or something. But only because Anna says you’re fucking weird, and I need to experience that for myself.”

Finally, Jan looked over at Anna, and he said, “Oh. I didn’t know you worked there.”

“I’m there every day, dick,” Anna said, but she didn’t seem actually upset. It was her sister’s friend, after all; perhaps there was an inkling of friendship there themselves. “You’re too focused on Y/N to ever see anyone else.”

“Alright, whatever,” Jan scoffed. “If you see Jule before I do, tell her it’s her turn to do the laundry.”

Anna groaned. “No, she’ll hate me,” she mumbled.

“She’ll hate me more when she finds out I did this,” Jan said, gesturing to you, and, somehow, his furrowed eyebrows made you laugh. “Sorry, no offense.”

“Oh, you’re too late,” you said. “Offense was taken when you got me fired.”

“Shit,” Jan mumbled. “I mean… That’s fair, but ouch.”

Being out in the sunlight felt weird. Sure, there was time in the morning for you to do errands and things before you went to work, but you hardly ever indulged in that. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had been able to sit down and drink coffee, or even go on a date. Was this a date? Did Jan intend for it to be one, and you were too thick or distracted to recognize that? He ordered for you, making your stomach warm in an odd way that you weren’t familiar with, and he downright refused to let you pay for your own drink. “Save your money, please,” he told you, and you could only nod and do as he told you.

“I really am sorry,” Jan told you once you two were sat down with your drinks. The sun coming through the glass window made you feel a little like Dracula, and you shifted a bit in your seat. “I-I, I’ve been told I’m a major asshole before but I’ve always been like ‘oh, okay, whatever, you just don’t like me’. But when my actions directly affect someone just trying to go about their life… I guess I really am an asshole, huh?” He laughed a little, but you could still see how uneasy he was.

“Not an asshole,” you told him. “Just… Maybe misguided is the right word. I mean, you certainly were trying to do something good and worthwhile. There’s just casualties, I guess.”

“Says the casualty,” Jan mumbled, sipping his drink.

“Says the person who caused the casualty,” you shot back, and Jan gave a little laugh.

“That’s fair,” he said. “Hurtful, but fair.”

“So, what do you do all day?” you asked, readjusting yourself in your seat. “That? How do you get anything done in your life?”

“That is my life,” Jan shrugged. “I mean… I don’t know. I don’t really have anything else. I have my friends, but… That’s the only thing I’m good at. I barely finished high school, dropped out of university, I can’t keep a job to save my life— not that I’d want to keep one anyway. I don’t have anything except shelling out my dumb pamphlets and annoying my friends. But, to answer your question, I do that: stand on street corners and hope that maybe someone will take me seriously and try to come to a rally or join a protest.”

“That seems like a shitty way to live,” you mumbled. “I mean, other than the revolution or whatever you choose to call it, there has to be some motivation. Right?” Then, jokingly, with a hint of myrth that you hoped Jan would pick up on, leaned forward and asked, “It’s for a girl, huh?”

Jan choked a little on his drink, and his face went pink. “What?” he asked, coughing into his elbow.

“You’re doing this for a girl,” you giggled. “Some pretty revolutionary girl from university, who definitely wears a bandana with pigtails and carries a messenger bag. You’re doing all of this for her, right? God, it’s like a movie, it’s romantic as hell.”

“No,” Jan said, recovered from his choking fit enough to laugh with you (or perhaps at you; you weren’t too sure). “No, nothing like that. Ya know, not all men think with their dick.”

“Right, right,” you mused softly. “So, grabbing my hand and calling me baby back there wasn’t you trying to get me warmed up to you?”

“I mean, it wasn’t meant to be that,” Jan said. His hands were now firmly in his lap, his shoulders drawn up to his ears, and he added, “But I suppose you can read into it as much as you want.”

“Oh, gosh, I’m just joking,” you said quickly. “I-I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Fuck, I’m sorry—”

“Oh, you didn’t!” Jan said quickly, pushing towards you and grabbing your hands with his. “I’m just bad at flirting. A-Assuming you’re trying to flirt. I don’t even know when people are flirting with me or not. I just don’t know how to fuckin’ talk to people, let alone pretty girls. It’s easier to… Talk at people, lecture them about their wrongdoings and shit, ya know?”

You bit your lip and nodded a bit. “You think I’m pretty?” you asked softly, and Jan’s eyes grew as big as a puppy dog’s.

“I mean… Don’t you?” he asked. “I think you’re stunning. Really.”

The compliment warmed your chest, and you laid your hand on top of his. “Thank you,” you said. “I think you’re pretty handsome too.”

“Oh, no, stop,” Jan groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and hanging his head.

“You’re not used to getting complimented a lot, huh?” you asked. That much felt obvious, especially with the blush that permeated his nose and cheeks. “You should be. I mean, fuck, Jan, you’re a knockout. Look at you! I mean… Maybe do something with that facial hair… But you’re still ridiculously attractive. It makes me sorta sick to look at you, actually.”

“Oh, so I just need to shave and then I’ll be one hundred percent attractive?” Jan asked teasingly, and you nodded quickly.

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” you said. “Shave that chin strap bullshit and fix your mustache, and I’d have you on this table right now.”

Jan’s eyes lowered from yours, and his plush bottom lip fit between his teeth for a moment before he looked back at you through those dark eyelashes. “Oh, baby,” he mumbled. “If only you knew how easily you could have me.”

You couldn’t help yourself; you laughed. Jan didn’t seem upset or offended in the slightest, instead laughing with you. “That’s the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard,” you told him. “I mean, you were getting really close there for a minute, and then you said that.”

“Oh, it’s awful, I know,” Jan groaned, scrubbing his hands down his face. “It’s dreadful. But my friend told me to say it, he said it would make women go crazy. I think he was teasing me and I’m too fucking stupid to understand that he was making fun of me. He told me to sound dumb when I said it, too, as if saying it doesn’t make me sound like a fucking idiot in the first place.”

“Does this guy usually have a lot of luck with women?” you asked.

“Yeah, I mean…” Jan started and scratched his chin. “Before Peter started dating Jule, he was bringing home girls left and right. I guess Jule made him settle down, or at least realize he was being a chode to half the women he brought home.”

“Oh,” you said slowly. “This is Peter. Anna’s sister’s boyfriend.”

“Yes,” Jan said.

“You live with the two of them?” you asked.

“No, no,” Jan said quickly. “Peter and I pay rent on the flat, and Jule lives with Peter. She got evicted and they had been dating for a while, so she moved in. She lives with us, not me with them.”

“Right, right, because the semantics of the situation fix things,” you said quickly. “What does Peter do?”

“Fuck if I know, honestly,” Jan said. “He brings in money, but I don’t know how he does it. I think… Truthfully, I think he steals things and resells them. It would make a lot of sense knowing him…”

“And Jule?” you asked. “I think Anna said once that she’s a waitress too.”

“Yeah,” Jan nodded. “And Jule is in the same boat as you. Hates her job, wants to quit, but has this weird pride that won’t let her admit her defeat. It’s tragic to watch.”

“They both work during the day?” you asked, and Jan nodded. “So, the flat is empty right now?”

“Yeah,” Jan said. “Why? Are you planning on robbing us?”

“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled. “You really are pitiful with women, huh?”

“What?”

“Jan. I’m asking if anyone is at the flat right now so you can take me home and fuck me.”

The poor man’s mind seemed to short-circuit for a second, because he stared at you blankly before he blinked. “Really?” he asked. “Like, no bullshit?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, and you leaned forward across the table to fully reach Jan, and you kissed him. Even though he seemed surprised by your words, he took no time in kissing back, as if he had been expecting it and was just playing a game with you before. His lips took to yours in an instant, and he leaned forward a little and turned his head to deepen the kiss just a bit. It broke within seconds, as you had really expected it to, and Jan licked his lips when he pulled away. “Your mouth tastes really good,” he whispered, and his finger moved to sweep along your cheek. “Does the rest of you taste that good too?”

You wanted to be witty and say something about ‘why don’t you find out’, but instead it seemed to be your turn to blush and lower your gaze. Something seemed to have come over Jan as he kissed you, and now he was confident in himself in a way that you hadn’t seen outside of him on the street corner.

Jan gave a breathy laugh and touched your bottom lip before pulling away fully and settling back in the café chair, taking a sip of his coffee. “Oh, you’re not gonna go all shy on me, are you?” he asked. “What happened to that attitude of yours?”

“You kissed it out of my mouth,” you mumbled, and your face went hot when Jan gave a smirk.

“Oh, really?” he said. “And you said that I say cheesy bullshit.”

Something felt weird about being bathed in sunlight as you stumbled into a boy’s flat. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a daylight hook up (or, really, when you thought about it, a hook up period), and something about the warmth it sent over your body made Jan’s touch feel that much more intense. Those big, warm hands held your cheek as he kissed you in his blue van before escorting you upstairs, and his grip went to your waist once the large door to the flat closed. You hardly even had time to take in the flat as a whole, the weird almost-vintage feel to the walls and floorboards, before Jan had you pinned to the wall. His kiss was a little harder now in the solitude of his flat, and he didn’t hesitate a bit as his fingers went to unbutton the dark shirt you wore. You had almost forgotten that you had managed to seduce a man wearing your work uniform, but it was a little liberating. To hell with your fucking restaurant, it said. To hell with you guys so much, in fact, that I’ll get fucked while wearing clothes with your logo on the left tit.

Jan wasn’t a quiet man, and you adored that. He moaned into your mouth and would constantly mumble to you, especially when you did something he liked. It didn’t seem difficult to impress or please him; even just tugging on his hair had him pushing his tongue past your lips and giving you his moan. There was also something about Jan that seemed to display itself only when you were squirming in his arms as he kissed your neck. He seemed confident. He seemed sure of himself. Once again, he became the Street Corner Lenin that you had coveted from afar.

“Oh, shit, baby,” Jan mumbled as he roughly shoved his knee between your thighs. Your hips jerked up to meet him at the contact, and Jan gave a low, rasping laugh into your neck. “You’re fuckin’ starving for it, aren’t you? When’s the last time you went on a date? Or had someone fuck you the way you deserve? Or even fuck you at all?”

“What’s the way that I deserve?” you asked softly, pulling your head to the side to give Jan full access to your neck. You gave a little shriek when his teeth bared down into your skin, and his hands dug into your hips to keep you right on him.

“Good,” he said simply. “Hard. You’re so anxious, baby, someone needs to take your mind off of everything for a while.”

“And you’re the one to do that?” you asked softly.

“I’m gonna be,” Jan told you. “People think that sex is ugly, just some sad animilastic breeding instinct. But sex is a stress reliever too. They don’t want you to be empowered like that, they want you to be braindead and subservient and ready for whatever, whenever. Society shames women for enjoying sex and for asking for it, but I want you to know that you can ask me for whatever you want.”

“Yeah?” you asked. Jan’s fingers finished with your shirt and tugged it off of your with haste, and his warm palms cupped your breasts, covered by your awfully plain bra. He gave a heavy sigh and leaned down to kiss the swell of your tits, and you sighed in bliss. His lips were soft against your delicate skin, and you liked the way he touched you so nicely. Even though he promised you a good and hard fucking, you didn’t quite care how he did it.

“Yeah,” Jan whispered. “What sort of sexual partner am I if I don’t look out for you as much as myself? Gratification is a two-player game, baby doll.”

With that, Jan pulled you through the flat, pausing every so often to steal a kiss to your mouth. Finally, he deposited you on a mattress in one room and started to undress. The room itself was messy, photographs taped to the walls and papers spilling off the desk, the wire shelving a bit askew off of the wall. The bed itself was merely a mattress settled on the floor, the sheets pulled a little wonky to the side, a flattened pillow with wrinkled blankets on it. Honestly, you expected something like that from Jan; it wouldn’t feel right if his bedroom was organized with perfect decor. Quickly, Jan tugged his dark shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt, but he was on top of you in an instant, almost like he couldn’t wait to undress to kiss you again. His palm was almost the size of your face, and you arched your back up into him when his tongue dominated your soft mouth again. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, and his other hand grabbed at your thigh and tugged it around his waist. His hot weight between your legs was just what you needed and wanted, and you grunted a bit as you tried to wiggle your hand into his pants.

“Oh, yeah?” Jan chuckled. His mouth pulled away from yours, but he relocated to your neck, sucking and biting and licking it like an animal. “You wanna jack me off? You wanna put that little hand of yours on my cock? Think you can do it?”

“You say that like your dick is huge,” you laughed, and Jan just shrugged. After a tense moment, your hand paused just at the top of his pants, you sighed. “Jan. Can I admit something?”

Jan gave a grunt of exertion as he settled himself on his elbows above you, and he nodded as he touched his forehead to yours. “Of course you can,” he said. “You can tell me anything. Your secret fantasies or whatever are safe with me.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve only had sex with one other guy,” you told him. “And it was back in high school. It’s been a while, and I really only ever learned how to please that one dumb kid. I just… If I do something wrong, will you tell me?”

“Nothing’s ever wrong when having sex,” Jan told you. “I’ll help guide you through how best to please me, but you won’t do anything wrong. Since high school, you say?”

You nodded and gave a little “Mhm”, and you added, “I can’t even remember how to give a decent handjob.”

“Oh, baby, I can show you,” Jan said. “That’s no problem. You want me naked, or you just wanna do it like this?”

“H-However you want,” you mumbled.

You jumped a little in shock when Jan’s hand closed around your throat, and your eyes shot up to see his dark ones staring right at you. “Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice a little growl. “I’m at your mercy, baby.”

You took a deep breath to steady your thumping heart, and you pulled your hand up to your face and offered your palm to Jan. He understood what you were after, and he flattened his tongue along your hand. He sucked at your fingers for a brief moment before spitting on your palm, and he licked your bottom lip as your hand snaked back down to his pants. His zipper was already yawning open, and it took little effort to navigate your soaked hand into his thin boxers, and your heart stopped when you felt the soft skin of his cock. He was huge. Jesus Christ, this guy had a giant cock. You didn’t want your shock to show plainly in your face, so you took a breath and closed your fingers around his length, and you started to slowly stroke him, just enough to feel heat start to gather under his skin.

If you weren’t already, you were thoroughly intimidated. Holy fuck, you could hardly believe it. You definitely didn’t want to see it, because you knew yourself and you knew that you’d bail if you knew for certain, but, as his cock hardened in your grasp, you began to sort through your thoughts. He was thick and heavy in your hand, and you twisted your hand down to the head of his cock and moaned a bit at the sheer length of his cock. Finally, you couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, and you let out an abashed giggle. “Okay, wow,” you mumbled, a bolt of lightning rocking your stomach. Jan’s mouth landed on yours, swallowing up your laughter, and he sputtered out a laugh as well.

“Are you laughing at my dick?” Jan asked, and you shook your head quickly as you continued to giggle. “Well, what’s those cute little giggles about, baby doll?”

“I mean,” you started. “Holy shit, dude. Holy shit. I-I don’t know how the hell that’s supposed to fit inside me.”

Jan laughed, and he kissed your neck. “Oh, baby,” he sighed. “It’ll fit. I’ll make it.”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, and you withdrew your hand from his jeans. Quickly, you sat up a bit and kicked off your shoes, and you finished undressing as Jan did the same, and you gave a little cry of surprise when Jan showed that surprising strength again and tugged you to sit on his hips. You flattened your hands against his torso, admiring the soft dusting of hair on his chest and belly, and you leaned forward and kissed him as you rolled your hips down onto his. You weren’t surprised that you were already dripping wet, and Jan moaned into your kiss when your warm cunt brushed the hot head of his cock. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “Oh, baby, you’re fucking soaked. Is that for me?”

“All for you,” you whispered. Both of his hands reached up and squeezed your breasts, and you moaned when his fingers pinched your nipples. “F-Fuck, Jan, feels so good.”

“I love the way you say my name,” Jan breathed, sitting up a bit in order to wrap his lips around your nipples. Your skin rippled at the feeling of him, and your bodies rocked together as you both tried to delay the inevitable. Sooner or later (your body begged for sooner), you’d give in to your desire, but you had to admit that you didn’t mind this filthy making-out. “But I wanna hear you scream it.”

“Well, you better get to work giving me a reason to,” you said quickly. Jan pulled his face from your tits and looked up at your face with an amused quirk of his dark eyebrow, and he reached down and stroked his cock a few times as he watched you hover over him.

“You alright with riding me?” he asked. “Just wanna see those tits bounce…”

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, no problem.”

“Fuck, hold on,” Jan started, and he turned his head a few times, obviously looking for something. “I, fuck, on that metal shelf, behind my stereo, I’ve got a box of rubbers, I didn’t think about it before—”

“It’s okay,” you told him quickly. “I’ve got an IUD.”

“A what?” Jan asked, cocking his head a bit in confusion.

“It’s, like, this implant thing,” you started. “It’s a long story, but I won’t get knocked up. Pinky promise.”

Jan nodded, and his cheeks glowed pink as he smiled. “You’re cute,” he said, and you scoffed.

“Right, whatever,” you mumbled.

“No, seriously,” Jan said quickly, raising his hand from your tits up to hold your face. The moment felt much more tender than everything up until that point, and Jan said, “You’re cute. And you’re funny, and you’ve got a hell of a mind. I mean, my God, the revolution would eat you up… You’ve ever been a god before, Y/N?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you giggled. “Just put your cock in me, then we can talk about this later.”

“Is that a promise?” Jan asked with a cheeky smile, and you rolled your eyes. Finally, your hands slid down his chest to where his cock laid against his stomach, hard and weeping for attention, and you swiped your thumb across his slit and gathered his pre-cum on your thumb. At this, his hips gave a little involuntary buck up into your hand, and you licked your lips as you tried to prepare. You took a deep breath, preparing for the pain and burn of the stretch, and you adjusted yourself over him before carefully sinking onto his cock.

Instantly, you knew that you were in for a good time. The head of his cock was burning hot as he stretched your walls, and shockwaves traveled up your body and made the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, and your thighs were already quivering. A long moan escaped from you as you settled further onto him, and you chewed your lip as you hung your head. Pleasure and pain existed very close to each other— you knew this— but Jan was a hell of a reminder of it. He blurred the lines, but you didn’t hate it. However, a small whimper of pain left you, despite your efforts to keep it to yourself, and Jan gave you a little shush and sat up a little to sweetly kiss your lips.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “I should’ve prepped you, I’m so sorry, baby doll. I know it hurts, I know. I’m sorry, I should have warned you what you were getting yourself into—”

“Stop,” you whispered, kissing him again. “I’m fine. It’s just been a long time for me, Jan. I’m alright, I swear. Thanks for being concerned, though.”

“I told you, baby,” Jan said.”I’m gonna take care of you.”

You both took a shared steadying breath, and his hands grasped your small waist and pulled you further down. Your breath caught in your throat the feeling of his sheer size, and you only breathed again when you felt your body collide with his. “Oh, baby,” Jan moaned, laughing a little. “Look at yourself, dolly.”

You clenched your teeth, expecting the worst as you looked down, and you gave a breathy laugh when he saw what had Jan so entranced. Not only had you managed to get him fully inside you, but there existed a little bump in your lower stomach from where his cock was buried so deep inside you. Even just the sight of it made pleasure flare in your stomach, and you shoved your hair behind your ear as you laughed. “Oh, shit,” you hissed. “That’s… Not what I was expecting.”

“You like it?” Jan asked, and you nodded quickly.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. “Oh, it’s fucking hot.” Carefully, you anchored yourself on the bed, hands planted on either side of Jan’s head, and you rose yourself up a bit before sinking back down on his cock. Now, instead of the burn being painful, you found pleasure shooting up your body. It was intoxicating and made your head spin, and you let out a gasp at the feeling of it. “Fuck, babe, fuck.”

“I know,” Jan said with a smile, and he leaned up and kissed your forehead. “It’s fantastic, isn’t it?”

“Christ, big ego much?” you mumbled, but you laughed despite it.

“I mean, yeah, I gotta have a huge ego to match my dick,” Jan chuckled. “No, but not that. This entire thing as a whole. It’s so good. Living to love, loving to live, it’s why we’re here. We were put here to love. Not to just exist, certainly not to work.”

You sighed with contentment, and Jan pulled himself to sit up fully. His front pressed against yours, his hands skating up your supple back, and he pressed his face to your chest. Your own hands slid up his neck and tangled in his hair, and you kissed him like you never had before. Hungry and needy and not expecting anything. It was the simplest and purest way to love someone, kissing like that, and you could feel a Jan-esque quote come to mind. “Exist to love,” you repeated. “We’re born to love. We exist to fuck.”

“Hmm, but isn’t fucking just love?” Jan asked. You hadn’t noticed until then, but your bodies were moving together, him rolling his hips up into you and taking your breath away with the depth of him.

“No, making love is love,” you said softly. “Fucking is… It’s like saying— Oh, fuck, right there! Fuck!— Saying ‘fuck you’. Fucking is weaponizing love. It’s not to express affections, or to make children for the fucking society to control. It’s very much recreational. You can’t let society control you. Fuck who you want.”

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Jan breathed, and his strength showed itself again when he wrapped his arm around your lower back and moved you to lay on the bed. You laughed with him as you squirmed to adjust to the new position, but your laughter was replaced with a deep moan when Jan snapped his hips into you. Your gaze was fixed with stars as he started a quick pace, every thrust feeling like he was bruising the bottoms of your lungs, and the head of his cock nestling into your soft bundle of nerves every single time.

You dragged your fingernails down Jan’s back. The pleasure that was mounting in your stomach was overwhelming, and you could hardly even think about forming words, and Jan’s hand captured your chin. “What is it, too cock-drunk to even speak anymore?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your open mouth. “Good girl. You’re taking my cock so well, I’m proud of you, baby.”

“Hurts,” you managed to spit out. Your legs wrapped tight around his body, your heel digging into his back as the old mattress springs squeaked with the force of your bodies.

“Good,” Jan said, and he gave a particularly punishing thrust and formed a cheshire smile when you sobbed at the pain. “It should. Pain purifies the mind, liebling, helps you cut through societal bullshit to see what really matters.”

“C-Can’t…” you started, and your voice left you when Jan began to roughly rub your clit. You weren’t surprised that he could find your clit without help, but the immediate electric shock of pleasure reminded you just who you were dealing with: Jan Weingartner, revolutionary, rebellious, handsome, cheesy, and possessing the cock to end all cocks.

“Oh, yes, you can,” Jan said softly. “And you’re gonna. You don’t have much of a fucking choice, huh? Gotta finish what you started, baby…” His hand still firm around your throat, he leaned down and mouthed at your sensitive neck, closing his teeth on your skin and giving a harsh suck as he continued to fuck you into oblivion. His hand was working fast on your clit, obviously spurred on by the feeling of you clenching around him, and you couldn’t do much but shiver in his grip and submit.

Finally, that power came over you, and you tightened your legs around his waist. “Fuck,” you gasped. “Fuck, m’gonna cum… Jan! Fuck!”

“Oh, yes, good girl,” Jan growled as he bit your neck again. His thrusts slowed down a bit, but it only allowed him to push deeper into you. Your fingers continued to dig into his back, and you whimpered and cried as he drew you closer, closer, closer…

You were blinded by white-hot pleasure, and you shook as you sobbed at the sweet release of your orgasm. You couldn’t describe it as anything but good, and you jolted a little when Jan’s teeth released your neck and he gave the softest kiss instead. “Shit, yeah,” Jan whispered. Your cunt clenched around his cock, and his confident thrusts stuttered as he pressed his forehead to yours one more time and came. The wet sounds of him fucking you still, filling up your dripping hole with his own release, made goosebumps spawn on your skin, and Jan’s hands slid down to your waist. His thumb worked slow circles on your hipbone as he kissed you, and he panted into your kiss. “Oh, fuck, baby, milking my cock so good… Holy shit, baby. You’re a fucking goddess, Christ.”

Finally, his hips slowed to a stop, and he pulled out of you with one last kiss. He took up the corner of his sheets and carefully cleaned you up, being gentle and shushing you when he put a little too much force on your swollen and throbbing cunt. “I know, baby,” he whispered. “Can I get you anything? Some water or something to eat?”

You shook your head, and you reached for his dark t-shirt and tugged it over your head. “I’m alright,” you whispered. “Thanks, though.”

“Are you sure?” Jan asked. “I think we have some beer in the fridge, if you’d like?”

“Why are you being so sweet to me?” you asked, hoisting yourself up onto your elbows. Jan’s hair was all kinds of fucked up, matted and pulled weird in just about every place, his eyes were still blown from his own orgasm, and his pale chest and neck were flushed pink.

Jan pulled himself up from bed and tugged on a pair of khaki pants that sat on the floor beside the bed. “I mean, I’m not a complete asshole,” he said. “I told you this at the start; I’m gonna look out for you, even if this does end up being the last time we see each other.”

“I don’t want that,” you said carefully. Then, when Jan gave you a confused look, you added, “I don’t want this to be the last time we see each other. You’re… Really something else.”

Jan smiled gently, that blush returning to the apples of his cheeks. “We need someone like you,” he said. “Someone so passionate, so smart… You’ve been their slave for years and you can talk about how evil this system is from an inside perspective. The revolution needs you, baby.” He moved back to you and tugged you into his arms, and you laughed a little bit. “I need you, baby.”

“To push your communist ideals?” you asked, and Jan nodded sincerely. “I’ll be a figurehead or some shit, then? A pretty little face?”

“The face of the revolution,” Jan added. “You’ll be on our flyers and shit, you can speak at rallies, you can lead protests; Jesus, my heart’s racing just thinking about it.”

You pursed your lips for a second, letting your finger run down Jan’s bare chest, and you said, “That certainly doesn’t sound awful. It’ll give me something to do, now that I’m out of a job.”

“I’m still really sorry about that,” Jan mumbled.

“Oh, you are more than forgiven, babe,” you told him, and you pulled him in for a kiss. “You’ve paid your personal debts.”

“Thank God,” Jan chuckled. “The last thing I need’s more debt.”

“Would you mind getting that beer?” you asked softly.

Jan gave you a sweet smile, and he kissed you once more. “Sure thing,” he said. “We might have some wine too, if that suits you more.”

“Wine at eleven in the morning, after I just got my brains fucked out?” you giggled. “I can get used to this.”

Jan rolled his eyes and got up from the bed, and he hit a switch on his stereo before he left the room. While the volume was low, you could hear angry guitar, and it soothed you a bit; you’d be more concerned if Jan didn’t listen to music like that. You could hear him in the other room, messing about, the tinkling of glasses reaching your ears, and you got up from your place on the bed and carefully looked around the room. There were a ton of pictures taped to the walls, and you let your fingers linger over one of Jan and two other people, raising their fists in rebellious defiance. The second man in the picture was pale with dark hair, and the girl had flaxen-blonde hair. You could see Anna in the girl’s face, and you quickly concluded that this was Anna’s sister Jule with her boyfriend Peter. The ultra-seriousness etched on Jan’s face made you laugh a bit, and you stepped to the side and saw, on the overflowing desk, several crumpled and wrinkled pieces of paper. They looked as if they had been jammed in a printer and forcefully tugged free, and you couldn’t help your curiosity when you saw thick black letters on the page.

It was only the top line of what was obviously a full message, and the bottom of the letters was smudged and streaked from the wrestle with the printer, but you could manage to decode the three words as “die fetten jahre”. You knew that it directly meant “your fat years”, but it was too… Familiar. You had heard that before.

You didn’t even hear Jan come back into the room, and you were only aware of his presence when his arms wrapped around your waist. “What’re you looking at, pretty baby?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Your days of plenty are numbered,” you said plainly. You looked at Jan, just a bit startled, and you said, “You and Peter and Jule. It’s you; you’re The Edukators.”

[thesuitkovian]

First of all, holy shit that was hot.

Second of all, let's get into it.

“Oh, no, stop,” Jan groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and hanging his head.

That is so cute, I love the way you write him sm!!!!

“Oh, so I just need to shave and then I’ll be one hundred percent attractive?” Jan asked teasingly, and you nodded quickly.

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” you said. “Shave that chin strap bullshit and fix your mustache, and I’d have you on this table right now.”

Jan’s eyes lowered from yours, and his plush bottom lip fit between his teeth for a moment before he looked back at you through those dark eyelashes. “Oh, baby,” he mumbled. “If only you knew how easily you could have me.”

This flirty, cheesy, banter made my day. Adorable.

“Yeah,” Jan said. “Why? Are you planning on robbing us?”

“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled. “You really are pitiful with women, huh?”

This literally made me laugh out loud.

To hell with your fucking restaurant, it said. To hell with you guys so much, in fact, that I’ll get fucked while wearing clothes with your logo on the left tit.

Hell yeah, babe! That's the spirit, you show 'em!

“Oh, shit, baby,” Jan mumbled as he roughly shoved his knee between your thighs. Your hips jerked up to meet him at the contact, and Jan gave a low, rasping laugh into your neck. “You’re fuckin’ starving for it, aren’t you? When’s the last time you went on a date? Or had someone fuck you the way you deserve? Or even fuck you at all?”

This caught me off guard to the point I literally was like 😳

“I’m gonna be,” Jan told you. “People think that sex is ugly, just some sad animilastic breeding instinct. But sex is a stress reliever too. They don’t want you to be empowered like that, they want you to be braindead and subservient and ready for whatever, whenever. Society shames women for enjoying sex and for asking for it, but I want you to know that you can ask me for whatever you want.”

Love me some feminism monologuing during sex, not only is he write but the writing here is so accurate to his character.

“Oh, yeah?” Jan chuckled. His mouth pulled away from yours, but he relocated to your neck, sucking and biting and licking it like an animal. “You wanna jack me off? You wanna put that little hand of yours on my cock? Think you can do it?”

This whole paragraph is so fucking cocky, I love it.

You sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve only had sex with one other guy,” you told him.

Next time @ me alright

“Are you laughing at my dick?

Yes, next question.

It’ll fit. I’ll make it.���

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, and you withdrew your hand from his jeans

Shivers did indeed run down my spine, you are correct.

Jan Weingartner, revolutionary, rebellious, handsome, cheesy, and possessing the cock to end all cocks.

This also made me laugh out loud.

“To push your communist ideals?” you asked, and Jan nodded sincerely. “I’ll be a figurehead or some shit, then? A pretty little face?”

“The face of the revolution,” Jan added. “You’ll be on our flyers and shit, you can speak at rallies, you can lead protests; Jesus, my heart’s racing just thinking about it.”

This is literally all that I want, is this too much to ask?

“Your days of plenty are numbered,” you said plainly. You looked at Jan, just a bit startled, and you said, “You and Peter and Jule. It’s you; you’re The Edukators.”

LE GASP IS SHE GOING TO JOIN THE CREW NOW AND BE AN EDUKATOR??????

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Anyways, loved it, 10/10 would recommend and once again, babe, you do not miss.

some people never change [jan weingartner x reader smut]

summary | you've always seen this man outside your work, and, after he causes you to lose your job, jan swears to make it up to you. pairing | jan weingartner (the edukators, 2004) x fem!reader (y/n) word count | 8.01k warnings | smut (minors dni), sex without a condom, overstimulation, slight pain kink (if you squint), Unrealistic Penis Expectations (thanks jac for that golden nugget), jan is Too Into Revolution For His Own Good author's note | so i promised this a LONG time ago, and it's finally coming out, i'm sorry lol, but enjoy this!

(gif cred to @sgt-dignam)

You saw him first. But how could you not?

There he was, standing on the corner, harking off his pamphlets and trying to get anyone who would listen to interact. You were familiar with this guy. You knew nothing about him, not even his name— your coworkers, whenever they spotted him outside, always jokingly called him Street Corner Lenin— but you were taken by him. Every day, rain or shine, he was on the corner just outside your work, preaching to the masses about how capitalism will ruin you in the long run. Sometimes a red-haired girl joined him, sometimes a black-haired man, sometimes it was all three of them. But he was always there. Coincidentally, always when you were coming into work.

You fucking hated your job. Every single day you went in, you considered calling out sick. Or, better yet, spitting at your boss’s feet and handing him your apron. Your boss worked you like a dog with no acknowledgment of such, having you open the restaurant every day at 10 am sharp and closing at 11 pm (or whenever the last customers left, which was usually closer to midnight most days). He was a rude man, and would only ever berate the female staff. Perhaps if it was only your boss that made the job hell, you could work through it, but the customers (or guests, as your boss demanded you call them) were all snobby, stick-up-their-asshole type people. Either on their own would have been hell, but both together, along with your blooming realization of how stupid it was that you had to pay your way through life, made your life awful. Basically, you didn’t blame Street Corner Lenin one bit.

“Dogs, all of you!” you heard his shouts as you shouldered the door to the patio open, loaded down with plates and silverware to set the tables before opening. “You work and work and work, and for what? A bone? A measly bone to give your landlord to ensure you don’t live on the street? What sort of life is that?”

As you set the plates down on one of the metal tables, you looked out to the man. You had only ever seen him from that distance, and you admired the basic outline he had about him. A sort of mousy-brown hair, cut short and shaggy, with an ungroomed beard (beard was putting it loosely; it was more of a chin strap than anything) decorating his face. He always wore dark clothes, even now, in a Berlin July, loose, ripped, and a dark shirt with a black denim jacket. By all accounts, the man was handsome.

The patio door opened carefully, and you looked to see your coworker, a young girl named Anna. You suspected she was still in high school, although you never asked, but she was a sweet girl. “Dude,” Anna started, taking a few of the plates from your pile. “Did you hear what happened to Joe last night?”

Seeing as Joe was your boss from hell, you didn’t care too much. You shrugged a bit, not really ever one to fall into the trap of gossip, but Anna gasped all the same. “Oh, man,” she chuckled. “His house got broken into last night. He’s in an awful mood today… Like, worse than normal.”

“Broken into?” you repeated. “Did they take anything?”

“That’s the weird part!” Anna exclaimed. She laid the plates out on the table neatly, just as you had been told, and she continued. “No! They broke in and, like, rearranged the furniture and shit. And they left this weird-ass note, ‘die fetten jahre sind vorbei’, like, ‘your days of plenty are numbered’ or something.”

“What the fuck…?” you mumbled. As Anna spoke, Street Corner Lenin’s voice drifted to you, and you cast a glance at him once more. He was still preaching about how capitalism was bad and working in order to live wasn’t how society was supposed to function. Typical. You were prepared to hear him all day, until security came and ushered him away, just as they always did. “That’s weird, dude. Like… Seriously weird.”

“Yeah!” Anna agreed enthusiastically. “But the note was signed! People called ‘The Edukators’.”

“Alright,” you said, leaning to place a roll of silverware on a plate. “Who is that?”

“No-one knows,” Anna told you. “They break into rich people’s houses, rearrange the furniture and shit and scare them basically, and then leave these letters. It’s weird!”

“It is weird,” you nodded absently. It’s not that you weren’t listening to Anna, because you were, but your attention was on something else. On him.

The security guard seemed to be vying for some sort of promotion with the speed at which he approached Street Corner Lenin. You could hear them arguing, but not really able to make out their words, and Anna scoffed. “Christ, Jan,” she mumbled.

“Huh?”

Anna pointed to Street Corner Lenin and said, “His name’s Jan. My sister Jule is dating his best friend. He’s out here every single day.”

“Jan,” you repeated slowly. “What’s his deal?”

Anna shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve only met him once, when I went to Jule’s apartment. She’s living with her boyfriend Peter, and Jan lives with them too. He was, like, sitting on the kitchen table and writing something and didn’t even respond when I said hi. Just… Weird.”

Then, from the street, you heard a shout, and you turned to see the security guard and Jan still arguing, but the guard had his hand on Jan’s arm. You don’t know what compelled you forward, but you were quickly abandoning your place on the patio and running over to them. You heard Anna shouting after you, but you could only focus on him. “Leave him alone, won’t you?” you said, swiping your hands along your uniform pants. “He’s not hurting anyone!”

The security guard regarded you with a quiet sort of “Hmph!”, and he said, “Didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Weingartner.”

“I don’t,” Jan said savagely, but his amber eyes were caught on you.

“I’m just a friend,” you explained quickly. “But he’s not doing anything wrong! It’s a peaceful protest, haven’t you ever heard of it?”

“He’s being a nuisance,” the guard said, and you sighed.

“Nuisance my ass, he’s speaking his mind!” you cried. “For God’s sake, the wall fell, like, ten years ago! We can say what we want now! He’s not hurting anyone, the most he’s doing is scaring off birds!”

You heard your boss’s shouts of your name, along with Anna’s, and you sighed in frustration. “I’m here everyday and I’ve never seen him do anything bad,” you said. “He’s handing out flyers, how is that any different than the university students advertising a concert? It’s because of what he’s saying, he’s not preaching your capitalist ideas, and you and whoever you work for don’t like that, so you shut down rebellion at the source!”

“What the hell are you doing out here?” Joe cried as he got to you. “Get your ass back there now, or—”

“Or what?” you asked. “You’ll fire me? Do it! I don’t care; if I lose my job for standing up for something I feel strongly about, then so be it!”

Suddenly, a firm hand fell on your arm, and you looked to see Jan pushing you back and away from the conflict. His eyes, the color of fresh honey, were fixed on Joe, and Jan grinded his teeth as he watched your boss. “So you’re the one who has her trapped at that fucking place,” Jan snarled. “I’m here every day, and she’s always there. What, does she live there or something? She’s young. She needs a life that isn’t at that fucking restaurant.”

“Y/N could easily request time off, she just doesn’t,” Joe said, throwing his hand out at you, and Anna grabbed your hand as Jan pushed you away even further. “She likes working, she’s good at it—”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” Jan snapped. “Look at her! The shadows under her eyes, the way her hair’s all limp, she’s exhausted!” Then, he quickly turned to you, and he took up your hand in his. His hand was larger than yours, his skin dotted with freckles, his palm warm and soft and inviting. His voice was gentler when he spoke next, his Köln accent making his words that much more sincere: “When’s the last time you had a night off, baby?”

Baby. One part of you wanted to snap at him, something along the lines of “I’m not your fucking baby”, but you just couldn’t even muster up that much anger. He was so… Concerned. Not in a You-Prove-My-Anti-Capitalist-Views way, but in a way that felt much more human. He was truly worried about you, even though he didn’t know you. You shrugged. “Dunno,” you answered softly. “S’been a while.”

Jan slapped his hands down onto his thighs. “See?” he exclaimed. “You’re overworking her. She’s tired, she’s annoyed—”

“She’s fired,” Joe said, and your heart splashed down into your stomach.

“No, please, Joe,” you said quickly, breaking from Jan and Anna’s grips. “Please, you can’t do this, I-I need this job, I need to pay for my apartment, please, you can’t do this!”

“I just did,” Joe snapped. “Give me your apron.”

“Joe!” you whimpered. “Please! I’m the best you’ve got, please, you just can’t!” You almost considered getting down on your knees and begging him to let you keep your job, but Jan’s gentle hand touched your shoulder, and you let your tears fall. “Please.”

“Apron,” Joe said. “Now.”

Slowly, trying not to sob, you unclipped the small little apron from around your waist, and you handed it to Joe. Before you could even try to plead again, Jan was pulling you back and away, and, for whatever reason, your body melted into his. Your face nestled perfectly into his neck, and you allowed yourself to cry on this weird stranger’s shoulder for a few pitiful seconds. The smell of him was nice, weed and liquor and the unmistakable tang of Man, and his arms around you, holding you, comforting you, was good, but you quickly settled with the reality of who this man was.

You pushed Jan away and gave a sad sniffle, and you said, “You fucking got me fired, you prick. After I defended you!”

“I wasn’t trying to,” Jan said quickly, and you scoffed.

“Right, because you sit here, day in and day out, and wax poetic about the sins of society and shit, just for fun,” you scoffed. “That was your fucking plan all along! Recruit people to your fuckin’ cause or whatever?”

“Baby—”

“I’m not your goddamn baby, stop it!” you cried. “I never wanna see you again. Fuck…”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jan said quickly, and his hands shot out to grab your upper arms. Despite the speed of his action, he seemed gentle and caring. Those honey eyes were sad as he looked at your face, and he said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I didn’t... I’m an asshole. I get that. I’m so sorry, please believe me. Can I make it up to you somehow?”

“How?” you asked. “I was banking on this week’s paycheck to help me pay rent!”

Jan’s pink mouth screwed up for a second as he thought it over, and he mumbled, “Let me take you to dinner. Or-Or get some coffee or something. Please, it’s the least I can do. I feel like a fucking dumbass, I really am sorry.”

You believed him. It wasn’t exactly difficult to do that, though, because he seemed so genuine. You wondered if he had ever been in similar circumstances. Had he ever been evicted before? Maybe he was only doing revolution-busking because he too had lost his job. What with the economic uncertainty, it didn’t seem all that far fetched. You looked beside you, to where Anna had taken a step back, and she gave a little nod. “Fine,” you said softly. “We can get coffee or something. But only because Anna says you’re fucking weird, and I need to experience that for myself.”

Finally, Jan looked over at Anna, and he said, “Oh. I didn’t know you worked there.”

“I’m there every day, dick,” Anna said, but she didn’t seem actually upset. It was her sister’s friend, after all; perhaps there was an inkling of friendship there themselves. “You’re too focused on Y/N to ever see anyone else.”

“Alright, whatever,” Jan scoffed. “If you see Jule before I do, tell her it’s her turn to do the laundry.”

Anna groaned. “No, she’ll hate me,” she mumbled.

“She’ll hate me more when she finds out I did this,” Jan said, gesturing to you, and, somehow, his furrowed eyebrows made you laugh. “Sorry, no offense.”

“Oh, you’re too late,” you said. “Offense was taken when you got me fired.”

“Shit,” Jan mumbled. “I mean… That’s fair, but ouch.”

Being out in the sunlight felt weird. Sure, there was time in the morning for you to do errands and things before you went to work, but you hardly ever indulged in that. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had been able to sit down and drink coffee, or even go on a date. Was this a date? Did Jan intend for it to be one, and you were too thick or distracted to recognize that? He ordered for you, making your stomach warm in an odd way that you weren’t familiar with, and he downright refused to let you pay for your own drink. “Save your money, please,” he told you, and you could only nod and do as he told you.

“I really am sorry,” Jan told you once you two were sat down with your drinks. The sun coming through the glass window made you feel a little like Dracula, and you shifted a bit in your seat. “I-I, I’ve been told I’m a major asshole before but I’ve always been like ‘oh, okay, whatever, you just don’t like me’. But when my actions directly affect someone just trying to go about their life… I guess I really am an asshole, huh?” He laughed a little, but you could still see how uneasy he was.

“Not an asshole,” you told him. “Just… Maybe misguided is the right word. I mean, you certainly were trying to do something good and worthwhile. There’s just casualties, I guess.”

“Says the casualty,” Jan mumbled, sipping his drink.

“Says the person who caused the casualty,” you shot back, and Jan gave a little laugh.

“That’s fair,” he said. “Hurtful, but fair.”

“So, what do you do all day?” you asked, readjusting yourself in your seat. “That? How do you get anything done in your life?”

“That is my life,” Jan shrugged. “I mean… I don’t know. I don’t really have anything else. I have my friends, but… That’s the only thing I’m good at. I barely finished high school, dropped out of university, I can’t keep a job to save my life— not that I’d want to keep one anyway. I don’t have anything except shelling out my dumb pamphlets and annoying my friends. But, to answer your question, I do that: stand on street corners and hope that maybe someone will take me seriously and try to come to a rally or join a protest.”

“That seems like a shitty way to live,” you mumbled. “I mean, other than the revolution or whatever you choose to call it, there has to be some motivation. Right?” Then, jokingly, with a hint of myrth that you hoped Jan would pick up on, leaned forward and asked, “It’s for a girl, huh?”

Jan choked a little on his drink, and his face went pink. “What?” he asked, coughing into his elbow.

“You’re doing this for a girl,” you giggled. “Some pretty revolutionary girl from university, who definitely wears a bandana with pigtails and carries a messenger bag. You’re doing all of this for her, right? God, it’s like a movie, it’s romantic as hell.”

“No,” Jan said, recovered from his choking fit enough to laugh with you (or perhaps at you; you weren’t too sure). “No, nothing like that. Ya know, not all men think with their dick.”

“Right, right,” you mused softly. “So, grabbing my hand and calling me baby back there wasn’t you trying to get me warmed up to you?”

“I mean, it wasn’t meant to be that,” Jan said. His hands were now firmly in his lap, his shoulders drawn up to his ears, and he added, “But I suppose you can read into it as much as you want.”

“Oh, gosh, I’m just joking,” you said quickly. “I-I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Fuck, I’m sorry—”

“Oh, you didn’t!” Jan said quickly, pushing towards you and grabbing your hands with his. “I’m just bad at flirting. A-Assuming you’re trying to flirt. I don’t even know when people are flirting with me or not. I just don’t know how to fuckin’ talk to people, let alone pretty girls. It’s easier to… Talk at people, lecture them about their wrongdoings and shit, ya know?”

You bit your lip and nodded a bit. “You think I’m pretty?” you asked softly, and Jan’s eyes grew as big as a puppy dog’s.

“I mean… Don’t you?” he asked. “I think you’re stunning. Really.”

The compliment warmed your chest, and you laid your hand on top of his. “Thank you,” you said. “I think you’re pretty handsome too.”

“Oh, no, stop,” Jan groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and hanging his head.

“You’re not used to getting complimented a lot, huh?” you asked. That much felt obvious, especially with the blush that permeated his nose and cheeks. “You should be. I mean, fuck, Jan, you’re a knockout. Look at you! I mean… Maybe do something with that facial hair… But you’re still ridiculously attractive. It makes me sorta sick to look at you, actually.”

“Oh, so I just need to shave and then I’ll be one hundred percent attractive?” Jan asked teasingly, and you nodded quickly.

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” you said. “Shave that chin strap bullshit and fix your mustache, and I’d have you on this table right now.”

Jan’s eyes lowered from yours, and his plush bottom lip fit between his teeth for a moment before he looked back at you through those dark eyelashes. “Oh, baby,” he mumbled. “If only you knew how easily you could have me.”

You couldn’t help yourself; you laughed. Jan didn’t seem upset or offended in the slightest, instead laughing with you. “That’s the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard,” you told him. “I mean, you were getting really close there for a minute, and then you said that.”

“Oh, it’s awful, I know,” Jan groaned, scrubbing his hands down his face. “It’s dreadful. But my friend told me to say it, he said it would make women go crazy. I think he was teasing me and I’m too fucking stupid to understand that he was making fun of me. He told me to sound dumb when I said it, too, as if saying it doesn’t make me sound like a fucking idiot in the first place.”

“Does this guy usually have a lot of luck with women?” you asked.

“Yeah, I mean…” Jan started and scratched his chin. “Before Peter started dating Jule, he was bringing home girls left and right. I guess Jule made him settle down, or at least realize he was being a chode to half the women he brought home.”

“Oh,” you said slowly. “This is Peter. Anna’s sister’s boyfriend.”

“Yes,” Jan said.

“You live with the two of them?” you asked.

“No, no,” Jan said quickly. “Peter and I pay rent on the flat, and Jule lives with Peter. She got evicted and they had been dating for a while, so she moved in. She lives with us, not me with them.”

“Right, right, because the semantics of the situation fix things,” you said quickly. “What does Peter do?”

“Fuck if I know, honestly,” Jan said. “He brings in money, but I don’t know how he does it. I think… Truthfully, I think he steals things and resells them. It would make a lot of sense knowing him…”

“And Jule?” you asked. “I think Anna said once that she’s a waitress too.”

“Yeah,” Jan nodded. “And Jule is in the same boat as you. Hates her job, wants to quit, but has this weird pride that won’t let her admit her defeat. It’s tragic to watch.”

“They both work during the day?” you asked, and Jan nodded. “So, the flat is empty right now?”

“Yeah,” Jan said. “Why? Are you planning on robbing us?”

“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled. “You really are pitiful with women, huh?”

“What?”

“Jan. I’m asking if anyone is at the flat right now so you can take me home and fuck me.”

The poor man’s mind seemed to short-circuit for a second, because he stared at you blankly before he blinked. “Really?” he asked. “Like, no bullshit?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, and you leaned forward across the table to fully reach Jan, and you kissed him. Even though he seemed surprised by your words, he took no time in kissing back, as if he had been expecting it and was just playing a game with you before. His lips took to yours in an instant, and he leaned forward a little and turned his head to deepen the kiss just a bit. It broke within seconds, as you had really expected it to, and Jan licked his lips when he pulled away. “Your mouth tastes really good,” he whispered, and his finger moved to sweep along your cheek. “Does the rest of you taste that good too?”

You wanted to be witty and say something about ‘why don’t you find out’, but instead it seemed to be your turn to blush and lower your gaze. Something seemed to have come over Jan as he kissed you, and now he was confident in himself in a way that you hadn’t seen outside of him on the street corner.

Jan gave a breathy laugh and touched your bottom lip before pulling away fully and settling back in the café chair, taking a sip of his coffee. “Oh, you’re not gonna go all shy on me, are you?” he asked. “What happened to that attitude of yours?”

“You kissed it out of my mouth,” you mumbled, and your face went hot when Jan gave a smirk.

“Oh, really?” he said. “And you said that I say cheesy bullshit.”

Something felt weird about being bathed in sunlight as you stumbled into a boy’s flat. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a daylight hook up (or, really, when you thought about it, a hook up period), and something about the warmth it sent over your body made Jan’s touch feel that much more intense. Those big, warm hands held your cheek as he kissed you in his blue van before escorting you upstairs, and his grip went to your waist once the large door to the flat closed. You hardly even had time to take in the flat as a whole, the weird almost-vintage feel to the walls and floorboards, before Jan had you pinned to the wall. His kiss was a little harder now in the solitude of his flat, and he didn’t hesitate a bit as his fingers went to unbutton the dark shirt you wore. You had almost forgotten that you had managed to seduce a man wearing your work uniform, but it was a little liberating. To hell with your fucking restaurant, it said. To hell with you guys so much, in fact, that I’ll get fucked while wearing clothes with your logo on the left tit.

Jan wasn’t a quiet man, and you adored that. He moaned into your mouth and would constantly mumble to you, especially when you did something he liked. It didn’t seem difficult to impress or please him; even just tugging on his hair had him pushing his tongue past your lips and giving you his moan. There was also something about Jan that seemed to display itself only when you were squirming in his arms as he kissed your neck. He seemed confident. He seemed sure of himself. Once again, he became the Street Corner Lenin that you had coveted from afar.

“Oh, shit, baby,” Jan mumbled as he roughly shoved his knee between your thighs. Your hips jerked up to meet him at the contact, and Jan gave a low, rasping laugh into your neck. “You’re fuckin’ starving for it, aren’t you? When’s the last time you went on a date? Or had someone fuck you the way you deserve? Or even fuck you at all?”

“What’s the way that I deserve?” you asked softly, pulling your head to the side to give Jan full access to your neck. You gave a little shriek when his teeth bared down into your skin, and his hands dug into your hips to keep you right on him.

“Good,” he said simply. “Hard. You’re so anxious, baby, someone needs to take your mind off of everything for a while.”

“And you’re the one to do that?” you asked softly.

“I’m gonna be,” Jan told you. “People think that sex is ugly, just some sad animilastic breeding instinct. But sex is a stress reliever too. They don’t want you to be empowered like that, they want you to be braindead and subservient and ready for whatever, whenever. Society shames women for enjoying sex and for asking for it, but I want you to know that you can ask me for whatever you want.”

“Yeah?” you asked. Jan’s fingers finished with your shirt and tugged it off of your with haste, and his warm palms cupped your breasts, covered by your awfully plain bra. He gave a heavy sigh and leaned down to kiss the swell of your tits, and you sighed in bliss. His lips were soft against your delicate skin, and you liked the way he touched you so nicely. Even though he promised you a good and hard fucking, you didn’t quite care how he did it.

“Yeah,” Jan whispered. “What sort of sexual partner am I if I don’t look out for you as much as myself? Gratification is a two-player game, baby doll.”

With that, Jan pulled you through the flat, pausing every so often to steal a kiss to your mouth. Finally, he deposited you on a mattress in one room and started to undress. The room itself was messy, photographs taped to the walls and papers spilling off the desk, the wire shelving a bit askew off of the wall. The bed itself was merely a mattress settled on the floor, the sheets pulled a little wonky to the side, a flattened pillow with wrinkled blankets on it. Honestly, you expected something like that from Jan; it wouldn’t feel right if his bedroom was organized with perfect decor. Quickly, Jan tugged his dark shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt, but he was on top of you in an instant, almost like he couldn’t wait to undress to kiss you again. His palm was almost the size of your face, and you arched your back up into him when his tongue dominated your soft mouth again. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, and his other hand grabbed at your thigh and tugged it around his waist. His hot weight between your legs was just what you needed and wanted, and you grunted a bit as you tried to wiggle your hand into his pants.

“Oh, yeah?” Jan chuckled. His mouth pulled away from yours, but he relocated to your neck, sucking and biting and licking it like an animal. “You wanna jack me off? You wanna put that little hand of yours on my cock? Think you can do it?”

“You say that like your dick is huge,” you laughed, and Jan just shrugged. After a tense moment, your hand paused just at the top of his pants, you sighed. “Jan. Can I admit something?”

Jan gave a grunt of exertion as he settled himself on his elbows above you, and he nodded as he touched his forehead to yours. “Of course you can,” he said. “You can tell me anything. Your secret fantasies or whatever are safe with me.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve only had sex with one other guy,” you told him. “And it was back in high school. It’s been a while, and I really only ever learned how to please that one dumb kid. I just… If I do something wrong, will you tell me?”

“Nothing’s ever wrong when having sex,” Jan told you. “I’ll help guide you through how best to please me, but you won’t do anything wrong. Since high school, you say?”

You nodded and gave a little “Mhm”, and you added, “I can’t even remember how to give a decent handjob.”

“Oh, baby, I can show you,” Jan said. “That’s no problem. You want me naked, or you just wanna do it like this?”

“H-However you want,” you mumbled.

You jumped a little in shock when Jan’s hand closed around your throat, and your eyes shot up to see his dark ones staring right at you. “Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice a little growl. “I’m at your mercy, baby.”

You took a deep breath to steady your thumping heart, and you pulled your hand up to your face and offered your palm to Jan. He understood what you were after, and he flattened his tongue along your hand. He sucked at your fingers for a brief moment before spitting on your palm, and he licked your bottom lip as your hand snaked back down to his pants. His zipper was already yawning open, and it took little effort to navigate your soaked hand into his thin boxers, and your heart stopped when you felt the soft skin of his cock. He was huge. Jesus Christ, this guy had a giant cock. You didn’t want your shock to show plainly in your face, so you took a breath and closed your fingers around his length, and you started to slowly stroke him, just enough to feel heat start to gather under his skin.

If you weren’t already, you were thoroughly intimidated. Holy fuck, you could hardly believe it. You definitely didn’t want to see it, because you knew yourself and you knew that you’d bail if you knew for certain, but, as his cock hardened in your grasp, you began to sort through your thoughts. He was thick and heavy in your hand, and you twisted your hand down to the head of his cock and moaned a bit at the sheer length of his cock. Finally, you couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, and you let out an abashed giggle. “Okay, wow,” you mumbled, a bolt of lightning rocking your stomach. Jan’s mouth landed on yours, swallowing up your laughter, and he sputtered out a laugh as well.

“Are you laughing at my dick?” Jan asked, and you shook your head quickly as you continued to giggle. “Well, what’s those cute little giggles about, baby doll?”

“I mean,” you started. “Holy shit, dude. Holy shit. I-I don’t know how the hell that’s supposed to fit inside me.”

Jan laughed, and he kissed your neck. “Oh, baby,” he sighed. “It’ll fit. I’ll make it.”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, and you withdrew your hand from his jeans. Quickly, you sat up a bit and kicked off your shoes, and you finished undressing as Jan did the same, and you gave a little cry of surprise when Jan showed that surprising strength again and tugged you to sit on his hips. You flattened your hands against his torso, admiring the soft dusting of hair on his chest and belly, and you leaned forward and kissed him as you rolled your hips down onto his. You weren’t surprised that you were already dripping wet, and Jan moaned into your kiss when your warm cunt brushed the hot head of his cock. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “Oh, baby, you’re fucking soaked. Is that for me?”

“All for you,” you whispered. Both of his hands reached up and squeezed your breasts, and you moaned when his fingers pinched your nipples. “F-Fuck, Jan, feels so good.”

“I love the way you say my name,” Jan breathed, sitting up a bit in order to wrap his lips around your nipples. Your skin rippled at the feeling of him, and your bodies rocked together as you both tried to delay the inevitable. Sooner or later (your body begged for sooner), you’d give in to your desire, but you had to admit that you didn’t mind this filthy making-out. “But I wanna hear you scream it.”

“Well, you better get to work giving me a reason to,” you said quickly. Jan pulled his face from your tits and looked up at your face with an amused quirk of his dark eyebrow, and he reached down and stroked his cock a few times as he watched you hover over him.

“You alright with riding me?” he asked. “Just wanna see those tits bounce…”

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, no problem.”

“Fuck, hold on,” Jan started, and he turned his head a few times, obviously looking for something. “I, fuck, on that metal shelf, behind my stereo, I’ve got a box of rubbers, I didn’t think about it before—”

“It’s okay,” you told him quickly. “I’ve got an IUD.”

“A what?” Jan asked, cocking his head a bit in confusion.

“It’s, like, this implant thing,” you started. “It’s a long story, but I won’t get knocked up. Pinky promise.”

Jan nodded, and his cheeks glowed pink as he smiled. “You’re cute,” he said, and you scoffed.

“Right, whatever,” you mumbled.

“No, seriously,” Jan said quickly, raising his hand from your tits up to hold your face. The moment felt much more tender than everything up until that point, and Jan said, “You’re cute. And you’re funny, and you’ve got a hell of a mind. I mean, my God, the revolution would eat you up… You’ve ever been a god before, Y/N?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you giggled. “Just put your cock in me, then we can talk about this later.”

“Is that a promise?” Jan asked with a cheeky smile, and you rolled your eyes. Finally, your hands slid down his chest to where his cock laid against his stomach, hard and weeping for attention, and you swiped your thumb across his slit and gathered his pre-cum on your thumb. At this, his hips gave a little involuntary buck up into your hand, and you licked your lips as you tried to prepare. You took a deep breath, preparing for the pain and burn of the stretch, and you adjusted yourself over him before carefully sinking onto his cock.

Instantly, you knew that you were in for a good time. The head of his cock was burning hot as he stretched your walls, and shockwaves traveled up your body and made the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, and your thighs were already quivering. A long moan escaped from you as you settled further onto him, and you chewed your lip as you hung your head. Pleasure and pain existed very close to each other— you knew this— but Jan was a hell of a reminder of it. He blurred the lines, but you didn’t hate it. However, a small whimper of pain left you, despite your efforts to keep it to yourself, and Jan gave you a little shush and sat up a little to sweetly kiss your lips.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “I should’ve prepped you, I’m so sorry, baby doll. I know it hurts, I know. I’m sorry, I should have warned you what you were getting yourself into—”

“Stop,” you whispered, kissing him again. “I’m fine. It’s just been a long time for me, Jan. I’m alright, I swear. Thanks for being concerned, though.”

“I told you, baby,” Jan said.”I’m gonna take care of you.”

You both took a shared steadying breath, and his hands grasped your small waist and pulled you further down. Your breath caught in your throat the feeling of his sheer size, and you only breathed again when you felt your body collide with his. “Oh, baby,” Jan moaned, laughing a little. “Look at yourself, dolly.”

You clenched your teeth, expecting the worst as you looked down, and you gave a breathy laugh when he saw what had Jan so entranced. Not only had you managed to get him fully inside you, but there existed a little bump in your lower stomach from where his cock was buried so deep inside you. Even just the sight of it made pleasure flare in your stomach, and you shoved your hair behind your ear as you laughed. “Oh, shit,” you hissed. “That’s… Not what I was expecting.”

“You like it?” Jan asked, and you nodded quickly.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. “Oh, it’s fucking hot.” Carefully, you anchored yourself on the bed, hands planted on either side of Jan’s head, and you rose yourself up a bit before sinking back down on his cock. Now, instead of the burn being painful, you found pleasure shooting up your body. It was intoxicating and made your head spin, and you let out a gasp at the feeling of it. “Fuck, babe, fuck.”

“I know,” Jan said with a smile, and he leaned up and kissed your forehead. “It’s fantastic, isn’t it?”

“Christ, big ego much?” you mumbled, but you laughed despite it.

“I mean, yeah, I gotta have a huge ego to match my dick,” Jan chuckled. “No, but not that. This entire thing as a whole. It’s so good. Living to love, loving to live, it’s why we’re here. We were put here to love. Not to just exist, certainly not to work.”

You sighed with contentment, and Jan pulled himself to sit up fully. His front pressed against yours, his hands skating up your supple back, and he pressed his face to your chest. Your own hands slid up his neck and tangled in his hair, and you kissed him like you never had before. Hungry and needy and not expecting anything. It was the simplest and purest way to love someone, kissing like that, and you could feel a Jan-esque quote come to mind. “Exist to love,” you repeated. “We’re born to love. We exist to fuck.”

“Hmm, but isn’t fucking just love?” Jan asked. You hadn’t noticed until then, but your bodies were moving together, him rolling his hips up into you and taking your breath away with the depth of him.

“No, making love is love,” you said softly. “Fucking is… It’s like saying— Oh, fuck, right there! Fuck!— Saying ‘fuck you’. Fucking is weaponizing love. It’s not to express affections, or to make children for the fucking society to control. It’s very much recreational. You can’t let society control you. Fuck who you want.”

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Jan breathed, and his strength showed itself again when he wrapped his arm around your lower back and moved you to lay on the bed. You laughed with him as you squirmed to adjust to the new position, but your laughter was replaced with a deep moan when Jan snapped his hips into you. Your gaze was fixed with stars as he started a quick pace, every thrust feeling like he was bruising the bottoms of your lungs, and the head of his cock nestling into your soft bundle of nerves every single time.

You dragged your fingernails down Jan’s back. The pleasure that was mounting in your stomach was overwhelming, and you could hardly even think about forming words, and Jan’s hand captured your chin. “What is it, too cock-drunk to even speak anymore?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your open mouth. “Good girl. You’re taking my cock so well, I’m proud of you, baby.”

“Hurts,” you managed to spit out. Your legs wrapped tight around his body, your heel digging into his back as the old mattress springs squeaked with the force of your bodies.

“Good,” Jan said, and he gave a particularly punishing thrust and formed a cheshire smile when you sobbed at the pain. “It should. Pain purifies the mind, liebling, helps you cut through societal bullshit to see what really matters.”

“C-Can’t…” you started, and your voice left you when Jan began to roughly rub your clit. You weren’t surprised that he could find your clit without help, but the immediate electric shock of pleasure reminded you just who you were dealing with: Jan Weingartner, revolutionary, rebellious, handsome, cheesy, and possessing the cock to end all cocks.

“Oh, yes, you can,” Jan said softly. “And you’re gonna. You don’t have much of a fucking choice, huh? Gotta finish what you started, baby…” His hand still firm around your throat, he leaned down and mouthed at your sensitive neck, closing his teeth on your skin and giving a harsh suck as he continued to fuck you into oblivion. His hand was working fast on your clit, obviously spurred on by the feeling of you clenching around him, and you couldn’t do much but shiver in his grip and submit.

Finally, that power came over you, and you tightened your legs around his waist. “Fuck,” you gasped. “Fuck, m’gonna cum… Jan! Fuck!”

“Oh, yes, good girl,” Jan growled as he bit your neck again. His thrusts slowed down a bit, but it only allowed him to push deeper into you. Your fingers continued to dig into his back, and you whimpered and cried as he drew you closer, closer, closer…

You were blinded by white-hot pleasure, and you shook as you sobbed at the sweet release of your orgasm. You couldn’t describe it as anything but good, and you jolted a little when Jan’s teeth released your neck and he gave the softest kiss instead. “Shit, yeah,” Jan whispered. Your cunt clenched around his cock, and his confident thrusts stuttered as he pressed his forehead to yours one more time and came. The wet sounds of him fucking you still, filling up your dripping hole with his own release, made goosebumps spawn on your skin, and Jan’s hands slid down to your waist. His thumb worked slow circles on your hipbone as he kissed you, and he panted into your kiss. “Oh, fuck, baby, milking my cock so good… Holy shit, baby. You’re a fucking goddess, Christ.”

Finally, his hips slowed to a stop, and he pulled out of you with one last kiss. He took up the corner of his sheets and carefully cleaned you up, being gentle and shushing you when he put a little too much force on your swollen and throbbing cunt. “I know, baby,” he whispered. “Can I get you anything? Some water or something to eat?”

You shook your head, and you reached for his dark t-shirt and tugged it over your head. “I’m alright,” you whispered. “Thanks, though.”

“Are you sure?” Jan asked. “I think we have some beer in the fridge, if you’d like?”

“Why are you being so sweet to me?” you asked, hoisting yourself up onto your elbows. Jan’s hair was all kinds of fucked up, matted and pulled weird in just about every place, his eyes were still blown from his own orgasm, and his pale chest and neck were flushed pink.

Jan pulled himself up from bed and tugged on a pair of khaki pants that sat on the floor beside the bed. “I mean, I’m not a complete asshole,” he said. “I told you this at the start; I’m gonna look out for you, even if this does end up being the last time we see each other.”

“I don’t want that,” you said carefully. Then, when Jan gave you a confused look, you added, “I don’t want this to be the last time we see each other. You’re… Really something else.”

Jan smiled gently, that blush returning to the apples of his cheeks. “We need someone like you,” he said. “Someone so passionate, so smart… You’ve been their slave for years and you can talk about how evil this system is from an inside perspective. The revolution needs you, baby.” He moved back to you and tugged you into his arms, and you laughed a little bit. “I need you, baby.”

“To push your communist ideals?” you asked, and Jan nodded sincerely. “I’ll be a figurehead or some shit, then? A pretty little face?”

“The face of the revolution,” Jan added. “You’ll be on our flyers and shit, you can speak at rallies, you can lead protests; Jesus, my heart’s racing just thinking about it.”

You pursed your lips for a second, letting your finger run down Jan’s bare chest, and you said, “That certainly doesn’t sound awful. It’ll give me something to do, now that I’m out of a job.”

“I’m still really sorry about that,” Jan mumbled.

“Oh, you are more than forgiven, babe,” you told him, and you pulled him in for a kiss. “You’ve paid your personal debts.”

“Thank God,” Jan chuckled. “The last thing I need’s more debt.”

“Would you mind getting that beer?” you asked softly.

Jan gave you a sweet smile, and he kissed you once more. “Sure thing,” he said. “We might have some wine too, if that suits you more.”

“Wine at eleven in the morning, after I just got my brains fucked out?” you giggled. “I can get used to this.”

Jan rolled his eyes and got up from the bed, and he hit a switch on his stereo before he left the room. While the volume was low, you could hear angry guitar, and it soothed you a bit; you’d be more concerned if Jan didn’t listen to music like that. You could hear him in the other room, messing about, the tinkling of glasses reaching your ears, and you got up from your place on the bed and carefully looked around the room. There were a ton of pictures taped to the walls, and you let your fingers linger over one of Jan and two other people, raising their fists in rebellious defiance. The second man in the picture was pale with dark hair, and the girl had flaxen-blonde hair. You could see Anna in the girl’s face, and you quickly concluded that this was Anna’s sister Jule with her boyfriend Peter. The ultra-seriousness etched on Jan’s face made you laugh a bit, and you stepped to the side and saw, on the overflowing desk, several crumpled and wrinkled pieces of paper. They looked as if they had been jammed in a printer and forcefully tugged free, and you couldn’t help your curiosity when you saw thick black letters on the page.

It was only the top line of what was obviously a full message, and the bottom of the letters was smudged and streaked from the wrestle with the printer, but you could manage to decode the three words as “die fetten jahre”. You knew that it directly meant “your fat years”, but it was too… Familiar. You had heard that before.

You didn’t even hear Jan come back into the room, and you were only aware of his presence when his arms wrapped around your waist. “What’re you looking at, pretty baby?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Your days of plenty are numbered,” you said plainly. You looked at Jan, just a bit startled, and you said, “You and Peter and Jule. It’s you; you’re The Edukators.”