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piratefishmama · 8 months

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Finders Givers | Part 3

To call them out of place would be an understatement.

Neither of the two in the lobby looked like they belonged there. Eddie in his ratty, torn at the knee jeans, rings, chains, band tee, and leather jacket, and Chrissy… well, Chrissy could probably look like she belonged if she’d dressed up a little, but she’d pulled her cosiest sweater over her head, a comfortable, cream coloured, crocheted sweater, a house warming gift from Mrs Jablonski next door when they’d moved in during a real cold snap a few winters back, and she’d wiggled her butt into a pair of Eddie’s old jeans.

The ones with the paint on them from when they’d painted Eddie’s room against Carl’s wishes.

Their reasoning was that Carl would never know. No matter how many times his greasy ass hinted at coming in for ‘coffee’, he was never invited in.

Her last pair of jeans were in the dirty laundry pile. She’d been meaning to force Eddie into helping her do laundry that day but alas, they were now not doing that. She didn’t think he knew he’d gotten himself out doing of laundry, but somehow it was still funny that he’d managed it again.

But it didn’t matter, there was nobody really there besides the secretary and she’d offered them coffee and pastries. Rather than looking at them strangely she’d offered hospitality and kindness, so now they had coffee and pastries, because Eddie was not about to turn down fancy free food from a kindly mother type.

It’d been twenty minutes already. Their pastries and coffees were done and gone.

Eddie was about to call it and leave, loud in his objection of being ignored by the high ups, when Chrissy sat up straighter, her eyes zeroing in on what would undoubtedly be a mini-boss in a video game.

Or maybe the ‘sudden Latin choir’ version of the main boss, and she walked through the double doors, both swinging open like Aragon shoving his way through the doors at Helms Deep and Chrissy was so very unprepared to witness her very own Aragon that early after student night shots.

Woman’s cheekbones alone could probably kill them both.

Eddie said nothing, he just gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder, he figured she’d appreciate that. She reached up and patted the hand he’d left there in support. She appreciated it.

“Mr and… Mrs—?”

“Ew no.”

And the hand atop his own was gone, pulled away, Chrissy’s awed expression replaced with one that read ‘I’m offended’ better than any angry white suburban mother of four with her minivan, concave cut, and bad dye job could possibly verbalise. “That was quick.”

“I’m gay what do you want from me?” Eddie looked up at the boss lady with what he hoped to be a disarming grin “Eddie Munson, this is Chrissy, Chrissy Cunningham, my single best friend, and platonic life partner.” He slipped that single in there so smoothly, gave himself a mental pat on the back for it, so smooth. He was gonna ignore Chrissy glaring at him. Boss lady just smiled, stormy eyes flicking between them as he introduced her. She seemed nice, a little mysterious. “We’re uhm, we’re here about thee uh—”

Eddie Immediately wanted to turn her into an NPC, or an actual boss. Maybe a powerful, kindly mage. An ancient druid or—

“The apartment block, right? Claudia gave us the heads up. My name is Robin Buckley I’m uh… well… I don’t really have an official title, but you can probably just call me Mr Harrington’s business partner I guess.” It was an apt title, ‘boss man’s best friend’, or ‘partner in crime’ didn’t seem nearly as professional. “Why don’t you both come with me to my office, and I can try and answer any questions you might have.” Professional yet welcoming.

Almost felt like she’d worked in customer service before.

They both rose to their feet and Robin turned back toward the door, nodding in greeting to the secretary as she walked by, both Chrissy and Eddie copying her as they hurried on through after her, through corridor after corridor, then one quick zip up the elevator and they were there, Robin once again opening both doors as she entered her office.

It was clearly a personal preference to be as dramatic as possible, it was working for her.

“Please, take a seat” They both quickly took the only two chairs on the ‘guest’ side of the desk, while Robin rounded it and took the larger chair behind it. The office was. Large. Large and full of knick-knacks. Framed pictures of actual people instead of vague ‘hotel-esque’ art, trophies, several book shelves filled with folders and thick books, a filing cabinet or two, a few plants, and huge floor to ceiling windows behind her that showed pretty much the entire city skyline. So this was how the other half lived. “Okay, I’m sure you have several questions, so… go ahead, I’ll answer what I can.”

Eddie shared a look with Chrissy, silently communicating that they probably should have come prepared with a list of things to ask but honestly neither believed they’d get this far.

They both kind of assumed they’d be told they’ve had all the information they’re getting and to just wait for more. Having a private meeting with… what was essentially the second in command of this entire company well…

“When are these renovations supposed to start and end?” Eddie asked first

“What can we expect from them?” Chrissy added

“And do we really just… not pay rent for the whole period? That’s okay?” Eddie finished. Basics, they had the basics memorized at least. The important questions.

“Ooh-ooh, will rent be the same after the renovations!? Or will this be like, a getting rid of the poor people situation?”

“Good question, Chriss”

“Thank you, I read this thing online the other day about the gentrification of poorer city spaces and—” Chrissy paused, her eyes shooting to Robin’s expectant face and then back to Eddie again “it’s not important.” She finished, she finished before she could start rambling and embarrass herself.

“Oh it’s super important to know about these things” Robin spoke up with a toothy smile, earning both Chrissy’s bashful smile and Eddie’s respect. She was subtly supportive of Chrissy’s rambling. Eddie liked her. “Not many people do, it’s a concept that only gets brought up when it’s happened and not when it’s happening right under your feet, and it’s rare people get the other side of the story, y’know the one from the people who’ve been displaced? That’s not what’s happening here though, I’ve not seen anything that’d suggest Mr Harrington’s intentions are to raise the existing costs.” She’d seen him blatantly say he hadn’t really thought about making them pay again.

“Do you think that could become his intention though?” Eddie pressed

“Nope. He has a personal interest in the building is all, the only thing I know for sure is that we’re looking to remove the negative presence from the building, it doesn’t have the best reputation, we’re aware of at least three drug dealers operating from within it.” Oh nooo, his weed, couldn’t all be sunshine and roses then. “We’re looking to remove them as soon as possible as they have blatantly broken the law and the terms of their rental agreements by engaging in illegal behaviour from within their apartments, so that will free up a few of those apartments for better tenants to move in.”

“Better tenants?”

“Law abiding ones.” Sort of. Argyle would have a cooler tenancy agreement.

“…What about ones that have history with the law?”

“We’re not here to be discriminatory, Mr Munson, this company… we believe in second chances.” Munson… Munson… where did she know that name from? She knew that name, and he did look… familiar. She shook her head, not important. “If you’ve had criminal charges in the past then you’ve had criminal charges in the past, that’s the past, it’s history, it doesn’t affect the now. But to put your mind at ease, you’re not on our list of offenders, or you’d have been served an eviction notice by now.”

Chrissy sat up straighter, as if a lightbulb went off in her head. “Everyone on the second floor is okay, right? We know Mick an Dottie in seven are a little sketchy but—”

“Second floor is okay, we’re not evicting anyone from the second floor, it’s mainly the fourth floor we’re concerned about.” She was so lucky she’d memorized half the shit she’d received that morning. Got just enough in the old brain to appear confident in what she was saying. “As for your other questions, we don’t… actually know when the renovations are due to begin, we’re in negotiations with a few contractors right now to get the work started, once we confirm that, we’ll have a more solid timeline to communicate with you, it’ll be full renovations, kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms, electrics, plumbing, the whole shebang. But yeah, no, we don’t expect you to pay any rent for the whole period.”

“…I feel like that’s a trap.” Eddie finally spoke up, a small frown on his face that robin mirrored “shit like that just doesn’t happen, man. It doesn’t. Big companies like this, they don’t just forgive the little guys debts, they hold em over your head until you’re drowning, then they tie cement to your feet to hold you there in the deep end.”

At least she looked sympathetic, her expression softening, she wasn’t taking offense. It almost felt like she understood his hesitation. “I was a little stumped myself, it’s… not the best business decision. I’m gonna be honest with you, I advised against the rent forgiveness, it’s a lot of money to just throw away” And they were just throwing it away “—given we don’t know how long these renovations are going to take, but… it’s the one thing Steve stuck to. Wouldn’t budge on it. Said we were disrupting your lives so you should at least be able to treat yourselves during the chaos” Nancy’s words maybe, but Steve agreed with them “and unfortunately for our bank balance… the decision is ultimately Steve’s to make, his office is above mine.”

She could sass him all she liked, Steve was in charge. If he wanted to make decisions and mistakes based on a depressing wallet and a crush well, that was Steve’s choice, his was the name on the company logo.

“And the rent will stay the same at $595 after the renovations?”

“Ye—”

“Absolutely!” And the doors burst open, startling all three people within the office, revealing probably the most beautiful human being Eddie had ever seen in his life dressed in clothes that'd probably cost more than they'd ever paid in rent combined. Could have sworn he’d seen him before though. One does not just forget a face that pretty.

“Steve, I thought I told you to knock!”

“I own the building, I can do what I want. Hello! I’m—” frozen, he was frozen, eyes wide as they took in the two other occupants in the room. The two guests from the apartment block. It could have been anyone, anyone in that block. “… Steve Harrington.” But it was him. “It’s uhm… it’s nice to meet you” said directly to Eddie, and then as if he remembered Chrissy was there, quickly added “both. Nice to meet you both, hello, hi.” Robin’s palm met her forehead in an echoing splat. “What was I saying?”

Her head met the desk. It all becoming painfully clear. Eddie Munson, Edward Munson, Thee Edward Joseph Munson. Owner of the most depressing wallet in the history of wallets.

Part 5

#PirateWrites #FindersGiversFiclet #Steddie #Mob Boss Steve Harrington #No Upside Down AU #Shady!Steve #CW: light-hearted stalker vibes

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juvenillia · 6 months

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Rammstein [headcanon for König]

a/n: @actuallyhiswife had a post about a Rammstein song fitting König and as a German metalhead who follows this band for a very long time I’m eager to share some of my culture with you guys. Tbh most of those songs are for a quite possessive and masochistic version of König, but tbh I can see that and I can’t wait to write some stalker!masochist!König inspired fics by those songs. I also attached a spotify link for every song.

tw/cw: suggestive content, mentions of cannibalism, smut, sex, piv, noncon, dubcon, possessiveness , power play, masochism, degradation, toxicity, manipulation, pain and more

If you want to know anything more about the specific songs or anything, just comment or message me.🩶

》 Masterpost 《

Ich tu’ dir weh

This song is about the pleasure of pain mixed with degradation and manipulation. A line translates into: “Your body is already distorted, but it doesn’t matter because everything is permitted that pleases. I’m gonna hurt you.” And, how a person (reader) is obsessed and dependent from another (König) and this person literally doesn’t care about it. Another line translates into: “You’re completely devoted to me; You love me because I don’t love you. You gonna bleed for my salvation.”

Bück’ dich

This song is literally about submission and degradation. One line literally says: “I don’t care about the face, just bend over.”

Pussy

I have to add this one for obvious reasons. It’s just a song about having sex. I don’t think I need to really explain it, but I want to translate one of my favorite lines from that song that would fit König way too good. The line says: “Pretty Misses, do you desire more? Let’s have a blitzkrieg with my meaty rifle.”

Giftig

This song is literally about a toxic and dangerous relationship. A relationship that you can’t cut loose. So you rather destroy yourself with it than leave them. A line for example translates into: “The poison flows slowly into my blood, I start to see white lights and yes, somehow I do like it. There is simply no remedy.”

Link 2 3 4

Originally this song was a statement to deny the accusations of the Band being part of the right scene in Germany. But the marching beat (added as irony back then) is something I just find fitting. A line translates into: “They want my heart on the right spot, but then I look below, it beats left there”

Rein Raus

This song is just about having sex and fitting a very huge dick into a tight cunt. Yeah, I don’t need to explain that further. A line to translate: “You moan, I predict you: An elephant into a bottleneck.”

Mein Teil

This is literal song about cannibalism. (Was inspired by the criminal case by the cannibal of Rothenburg.) Won’t go into any further details because the song speaks for itself. A line to translate: “Today I will meet a gentleman; he likes me so much he could eat me up. Soft parts and even hard ones are on the menu”

Waidmanns Heil

A song that totally holds hunter/prey vibes. It's about the thrill during a hunt. About the ecstasy the hunter feels while chasing his prey, and about the power balance/play. A transalate of the very first lines: "I've been in heat for days, so I'm going to hunt myself a doe and I'll sit there until morning, that I can give it a chest hit."

Du hast

It's, as I believe, one of the most known songs outside of Germany because of the simplicity of its text. But we have a big double meaning here, because "Du has(s)t mich" can be translated into "you have me" or into "you hate me". It explores the detriments of marriage, and the developing separation and resentment drawn from a long-term relationship.

Bonus:

Bismarck by Sabaton – Sorry but I won’t argue about it, he does love that one! So I just needed to put it onto the list. If you don't know Sabaton, they make really cool power metal inspired by actual historical war victories, heroes and soldiers.

#cod mw x reader #könig x reader #könig mw2 #bd/sm masochist #cod x reader #rammstein #cod headcanons #könig headcanons #rammstein songs #konig x reader #dark smut

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smileysuh · 4 years

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nefarious

🌙 staring. Taehyung & Jungkook x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. you’ve been being followed for months by a dark phantom, and you decide to take matters into your own hands. what you don’t expect is that it’s not one but two men following you, and although you’ve come to consider them as shadow protectors making sure you get home at night, you realize that the fantasy couldn’t be farther from the truth. The men who follow you are dangerous, and you’ve just invited them in.

cw/ tw. dark content, 3some, double penetration, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, overstim, murder mentions, spanking, marking, biting, choking, gagging, breath play, knife play, jealousy, obsession, rough sex, cumplay, dirty talk, degradation, praising, stalking, etc... I pet names. baby, slut, etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 7.4k

🍭 aus. yandere, polyamory, non idol, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. I do not condone yandere behaviour in real life, this is a work of fiction

You’d caught glimpses of the man a few times: his reflection in a store window as he mirrored you on the other side of the street, staying back a few steps as opposed to parallel with you. You’d seen his lean frame as he moved through the crowd of your university cafeteria, close but not too close.

At first, you’d hardly noticed him, until one night when you’d been walking home and you’d heard him close behind you, closer than ever before. It had been a cold night, and you hadn’t been in the best part of town. His closeness had made you walk faster, and he’d matched your speed, but as you turned onto your street, your apartment in view, he’d suddenly disappeared like some sort of phantom.

That night, still buzzing from the near encounter, something inside of you had told you he didn’t want to hurt you. He almost gave off a vibe that felt protective, and you’d convinced yourself that he’d been walking closer precisely because it had been a dangerous part of town and dark out.

After that, you’d kept your eye out for him. And any time you knew he was near, something inside of you felt a little bit warmer. He usually wore a mask, the black fabric covering at least two-thirds of his face, and it had taken you two months to even figure out that’s what was on his face from the brief glimpses you’d had of him.

You wondered when he’d approach you. Wondered if he ever would. Or maybe, he’d just stop, leaving as suddenly as he had appeared.

After a study session with a friend, you were walking home when she grabbed your arm, “I think someone’s following us.” she whispered in your ear.

“Oh it’s just-” you began to explain, when you realized how odd it would sound. ‘Yeah, that’s just my stalker, he’s been following me for a few months, but I don't think he’ll hurt us.’

Your friend tugged on your arm, pulling you into a shop. Your phantom’s form moved past the door, continuing down the street. Something felt tight in your chest, you were sad, you hoped this would affect anything.

The next day as you walked to your university, you hoped to feel his warm presence, but you didn’t. With each passing day and no phantom, your heart sunk more and more in your chest.

It was a week before you felt him near again. You passed by your window, moving to shut the blinds to sleep when you noticed a figure on the street below. He was leaning against a telephone pole, head tilted as if he was looking up at you. There was a cigarette between his fingers, but the embers didn’t light his face well enough for you to get a good look at him. But you knew, that for the first time ever, he wasn’t in a mask.

You stood there, looking at him as he looked at you.

A last beautiful puff of grey swirling smoke left his lips and he flicked the cigarette to the ground, head bowing as he watched his boot step on it, squishing it aggressively.

He shoved his hands in the pockets of his black bomber and turned, heading down the street.

By the time you’d run down and reached the sidewalk, he was gone, and you were left looking at the fizzled out cigarette with the smell of smoke on the air.

You dreamed of him that night, the faceless stranger. You dreamt of his hands on your body, one cupped over your mouth as the other roamed. His chest pressed against your back, breath hot on your skin.

When you woke up the next morning, he was all you could think about. All day at university, he was on your mind. You came up with a plan, something you were sure would work.

The outfit itself was daring, one of the more scandalous things from your wardrobe. You wondered if he’d stop you the moment you left your apartment. You hoped he would.

Your grand ideas of what he’d do were dwindling, having reached the club without the phantom intervening. Your high heels were wobbly on the pavement, and you were glad you didn’t have to wait long at the door, the bouncer letting you in when he saw you were an unaccompanied, pretty, female.

Once inside you moved to the bar, wondering if maybe he’d simply show up and offer to buy you a drink. If nothing else, you needed the liquid courage for the drastic measure you had planned.

A drink later and with still no sign of your ghostly protector, you turned to look at the dance floor. A pair of eyes met yours, you wondered if this was the first time. You moved forward and joined the bodies, someones hands falling on your hips soon after.

Something didn’t feel right. The chest pressed against your back wasn’t his. You weren’t sure how you knew, only that you did. With one hundred percent certainty.

You moved to pull away from the man, whose grip on your hips tightened, unrelenting. His grip hurt-

Before you could turn around to tell the guy to get lost, there was a scuffle, and you whipped around in time to see a tall dark-haired man shoving the chest of the guy who’d been behind you, “she’s taken.” he growled, voice low, dangerous.

His stance was predatory, and the crowd made space for him as he stared at the man who was holding his hands up in defence, “sorry man, I didn’t know.”

“Leave.”

The man turned and nearly ran. You watched the stranger as he took a few deep breaths. He didn’t turn to look at you, finally, you reached out a hand, touching his forearm. His fist clenched under where your hand was resting.

After a moment he turned to look at you.

It was the first time you’d seen his face, and the air left your lungs. He was absolutely beautiful. His hair was dark and slightly curled, in a messy boyish way that complimented his angelic face. But his eyes- they were dark, expression hardened, angry.

He was wearing all black. His black jeans sported a tattered looking fabric wrapping around one of his beautiful thighs, and his bomber jacket showed off his shoulders.

You swallowed thickly as he looked you up and down unabashedly. Then he grabbed your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours as he dragged you off the dance floor. He snagged your jacket from where you’d left it at the bar top with a nice looking bartender just minutes before, the bartender giving you a look of fear, but he didn’t do anything to help you as the stranger pulled you from the bar.

The bouncers outside stopped you and the stranger, looking at you and the hand that held tightly onto yours, “is everything okay miss?” the bouncer asked.

You looked at your protector and nodded, “yeah, thank you.”

Your protector said nothing, only tugged you forward again. He was staying quiet, and your heart was racing in your chest. He turned abruptly, pulling you down an ally, and then you were shoved against a wall.

The brick was cold against your back, and the shock of being shoved against something knocked the wind out of you as you looked at the man who invaded your space, one hand on the wall next to your head while the other forced your jacket against your chest, “put it on.” he said.

“What?” you stuttered, staring into his eyes.

“You’ll get cold. Put it on. Don’t make me tell you again.” he growled, face getting closer to yours as you accepted the jacket and fumbled to put it on while still remaining nearly pressed to the wall.

Once your jacket was on, he grabbed the front of it, anchoring you to the wall, “did you enjoy that baby? Dressing like a slut and allowing another man to touch you at a club? Did you expect me not to do anything about it?”

You said nothing, shocked at his words. Shocked at the way he was speaking to you, shocked at the pet names he’d given you. Baby… slut. You wondered if he knew your name.

You could feel his breath against your face and you looked down, avoiding his gaze, “I wanted to meet you.”

“So you made me mad on purpose?” he leaned in and you tilted your head to the side, giving him access to your neck as he licked a stripe of your skin, “that’s very naughty kitten.” he said, voice so low it was almost a purr.

His lips pressed against your neck and you let out a sigh. You felt him smile against your skin, mouth moving up so his teeth could nip at your ear, “you’re lucky I didn't kill that guy.” he whispered.

Your body felt frozen, and it wasn’t because of the night air.

Suddenly you were questioning everything you knew about him, which was, in fact, nothing.

You’d felt he was a protector, but you didn’t know him. Could the protector from your dreams press you against a wall and make you feel fear? Could he threaten to kill out of jealousy? The protector from your dreams would never.

This was a stalker. And maybe a killer.

And you’d done this to yourself.

“Please.” you whimpered.

“Please what kitten?” he moved his mouth down to your neck again, teeth nipping your sensitive flesh, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make you wiggle in his grasp, hands grabbing at the forearm connected to the hand that held the front of your jacket and pressed you against the wall.

“Take me home?” you asked.

“Home.” he repeated your word, then pulled away from you, “okay.”

He let go of your jacket and you stood there, staring at him. That had been too easy. You wondered if he was playing with you. He pulled you from the wall, throwing his arm over your shoulders as he tucked you into his side and started to walk back to the main street.

Instead of turning to go towards to your place, he turned the opposite way, “where are we-”

“You said home. You never said yours.”

You felt fear again.

It was a Friday night, a few people passed on the streets. To them, you simply looked like a couple, embraced and heading somewhere. You didn’t feel the need to ask for help, for some reason there was still a part of you screaming that this man could be trusted. That he might want to hurt you, but in ways you’d probably enjoy.

You felt shame, the skin of your neck still buzzing where he’d licked you and bitten you.

The man said nothing and neither did you. When he stopped in front of a large apartment building, typing a code into a keypad, you realized you wanted to know everything about him.

He lived at this place? Was he rich? Why had he been following you? Did he even go to your university? What did he want from you? What was his name?

As you entered the building and then the elevator, he hit the button for the penthouse, scanning his card. Your curiosity jumped higher.

The doors opened and you were met with the sight of luxury. It was all modern, with floor to ceiling windows in the living room area that looked out at the dazzling city. The man didn’t even give you time to look, he simply pulled you after him as he walked down a hallway to his left.

He opened a door to a bedroom and shoved you inside, “change into something more comfortable, then come out to the living room.” he instructed, giving you no time to argue as he closed the door in your face.

You stared at the closed door for a moment before turning to look at the room. It was a corner room, with more beautiful windows. There was a large bed too, one of the largest you’d ever seen, with dark, silky looking sheets. Your gaze went to a door and you moved to it, peaking into the walk-in closet.

It was organized by colour. You were shocked to find that your ghost owned more than just black. Even so, you found a pair of grey joggers and a black t shirt.

You changed out of your clubbing outfit and into the loose clothing, enjoying for a moment the way it hung on your body. Then you turned and walked to the door leading to the hallway. You peaked your head out of it and were surprised to be met with voices.

Two voices.

Your stranger, and another.

You swallowed thickly, fear gripping your heart. There were two of them. Had there always been two of them?

Again you were hit by how little you knew about the man who had been following you for months. Or was it men who had been following you?

“I would have killed him.” one voice said.

“I couldn’t just kill him in front of her and the entire bar.”

“Did you have your knives?”

“Yeah.”

Your breath caught again. Your protector had had knives. Plural. The whole time.

“Then you could have.” the other voice insisted.

There was a low growling noise, and the sound of something breaking. It sounded like glass, but you couldn’t be sure. “Then you should have come. You’re the one who almost got caught by her friend.”

So it had been a dual effort. You bit your lip, continuing to listen.

“And you’re the one who went out to smoke and ended up at her apartment last night!” the other yelled back.

Then the sound of your phone ringing filled the penthouse, you turned to look at your clothes and jacket folded on the ground, your phone on top. The voices had stopped and you quickly ran across the bedroom, falling to your knees next to your clothes to try to decline the call. Tapping your screen frantically, you managed to make the noises stop, but the damage was done.

When you looked up, two men were standing in the doorway staring at you.

Your gaze flickered from the man you’d already met to the new one. He was a similar height, but you could tell from the set of his shoulders that he was more muscular and slightly more intimidating, slightly. Like his friend, he wore all black, but he didn’t have a jacket. Instead he wore a simple black v neck, a size or two too small on his broad chest. His hair was also dark and you could see why without getting a good look at him, and with a mask on most of his face, it would have been easy for you to assume they were the same person.

He’d been the one following you with your friend that day. The one who’d gotten… aggressively close.

You opened your mouth, holding up your phone, “it rang-”

“Bring it here.” the one you knew said, holding out his hand expectantly.

Your grip tightened on your phone as you rose to your feet, not sure what to do. You didn’t want to give him your only access to the outside world. But, you’d come this far, and the look in his eyes reminded you of how he’d been in the alley when he’d told you not to make him ask for you to do something more than once. You lowered your gaze, approaching the men and handing over your phone.

First he switched it to silent, then he slid it into his back pocket. “Good girl.” he hummed.

You looked up shyly at the second man and he met your gaze, then he looked down at you. Even though the clothes were baggy, for some reason it felt like you were naked. He licked his lips, “what did you tell her?”

“Nothing.” the one from the club said.

Then the second one was reaching you, stepping forward to pull you close as he grabbed your face, pushing it so your head was cocked to the side, exposing your neck, “you bit her.” he said, finger gently tracing the small mark on your skin.

“Couldn’t help myself.” the other grumbled.

The man in front of you scrunched his nose, and if he hadn’t been so scary, it may have been cute. His eyes met yours as he allowed you to un-tilt your head, meeting his eyes, “Tae told me what you did at the club.” he stated. Tae. the name sounded so beautiful rolling off of his tongue, and it was fitting for the man who had brought you to the apartment, “sounds like you want to be punished.”

“I want-”

“I didn’t ask what you wanted.” the man said, grip tightening on your neck, “I told you what you wanted. And you’re going to repeat it back to me.”

You swallowed thickly, licking your lips, “I- I want to be punished.” you said. The words felt foreign spilling from your lips, but there was something about this man that made you want to please him.

He stared at you a few moments longer, bringing his hand up to cup your face, he smoothed his thumb over your bottom lip, watching you suck it into your mouth.

Tae let out a groan, lips parting as he watched his friend? Roommate? Boyfriend? Push his thumb deeper into your mouth.

“What did the man at the club look like?” the new stranger asked, question directed at Tae although he continued to watch you.

“You’re not going to kill him Kookie.” Tae answered, voice breathy, eyes also fixed on where the second man’s thumb met your mouth. You wondered if Kookie was a pet name, the man in front of you did not look like a Kookie. “I will.”

Your heart lurched in your chest and your eyes darted to Tae before looking back to ‘Kookie’ who had noticed your shift of attention. “She likes that Tae.” he said, a morbid smile forming on his lips, “do you like the thought of us killing for you?”

You moaned around his thumb, nodding a little. You hated to admit it, but the thought of them committing a crime for you- well, it made endorphins rush through you. These two beautiful men were willing to kill for you. You knew you were special in their eyes, and it made you feel warm inside.

“How will you do it?” Kookie prodded.

“Slowly.” Tae groaned, shifting his stance as he moved a hand to palm himself through his black jeans.

“With what?”

“A knife.” Tae’s voice lowered and his head fell forward, black curls obscuring his face as he reached behind himself, pulling two knives from God knows where. The blades were long, black, and pointed, with open circles at the hilt. His fingers slid into the circles, delicately twirling the knives a few times, showing his exact precision.

Suddenly Kookie was pulling his thumb from your mouth, grabbing your waist and turning you so your back was pressed to his chest and you were facing Tae, “look at them kitten.” the man behind you said, lips teasing the shell of your ear, “he’s so good with knives.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you met Tae’s eyes, he smirked a little, flicking the knife around in his hand so he could get it into throwing position. You licked your lips and the man behind you chuckled, his laugh making your body vibrate.

Tae brought his hand behind his head and for a moment, it looked like he was going to throw the knife at your chest, but instead the blade flew by your head. The motion of it cutting through the air moved a few of your hairs as it passed your ear. The sound of it impaling into something behind you made your fists clench at your sides. In quick succession, the second knife glided through the air, flying even more dangerously close to you.

Then Tae’s hands were cupping your face and he was kissing you. He wasted no time sinking his teeth into your bottom lip, making you moan into his mouth as his tongue swiped against you. Kookie pressed against your back and you could feel the harness of him pressing firmly against your waist. His hands were on your hips, holding you steady as he moved down a little so he could press his cock against your ass.

Tae pulled his lips away from yours, when you moved with him, hoping to keep your lips against his, a hand went to your throat, keeping you still. Tae looked into your eyes, “you’re ours now.”

“Say it.” came a groan from behind you as Kookie pulled you harder against his front.

You hesitated for a moment as Tae searched your eyes, waiting. He licked his lips and that’s all it took, “I’m yours.” you said, voice wavering.

A huge smile spread out on Tae’s face as he released your throat, cupping your face again. He looked at you like he was in love with you, and the way he was touching you made it feel like the truth. “You promise?” he asked, voice low and gruff, leaving you breathless for a moment.

You nodded, “I promise.”

Kookie’s fingers dug into your hips and then one hand snaked around your front, easily slipping under the waistband of Tae’s sweats that covered your lower half. “Bet you taste so sweet.” he said, pressing a kiss to your neck as the pad of his pointer finger ghosted over your clit before two digits slipped into your heat with nearly no warning. His teeth nipped at your skin and he pumped his fingers in and out twice, moaning at the wet that greeted him. He pressed his cock harder against your ass, “tell me how sweet you are.” he commanded, pulling his hand away and instead bringing his fingers to your lips.

You opened your mouth, accepting the digits covered in your slick. Hollowing your cheeks, you met Tae’s eyes, fear delighting your tenses at the sight of his completely blown out pupils, dark and predatory. You made sure to lick Kookie’s fingers completely clean, groaning around them.

Kookie took his fingers from your mouth and you licked your lips before saying, “I'm so sweet, do you want a taste Tae?”

Part of him was momentarily frozen at the sound of his name on your lips. It was the first time you’d said it, and his skin tingeled delightfully.

He definitely wanted a taste, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. He grabbed you harshly, pulling you from Kookie who looked at him with eyes full of anger, and yet Kookie watched the elder man toss you onto the bed. Tae tore your- his- sweatpants off and fell onto his knees, dragging your thighs over his shoulders.

He wasted no time delving between your thighs, covering your pussy with his whole mouth as he moved to suck on your clit, tongue flicking the sensitive bud as he groaned against you. He’d been dreaming of this for months.

Both men had started to realize early on into following you that they could anticipate the days you’d touch yourself, and with just the right angle from the roof of the building across the street, and a pair of binoculars of course, they could see you in the act. Each man had spent many nights watching you bring yourself to orgasm, with no idea that they followed suit as they watched from the darkness across the street.

And now Tae was between your legs, eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of you, the smell of you, the taste. One of Tae’s hands moved so he could palm himself through his jeans, body tensing as you moaned out his name, hands going to tangle in his dark curls.

His tongue teased your opening and he could feel you clenching, but there was only so much he could do with his tongue alone. As Tae adjusted to get his fingers sliding inside of you under where his tongue worked on your clit, Kookie came to sit next to you on the bed. He helped you take off the large shirt, exposing your chest to him.

The air was cool and the way Kookie was looking at you made you shiver, nipples pebbled and ready for the man to touch. One of his hands reached out lazily, massaging your flesh as he watched Tae eat you out like his life depended on it.

Tae’s fingers moved in and out of you and as he lost himself more and more in the action of pleasuring you, his speed increased. Kookie’s fingers finally tweaked your nipple and your hips buckled, hands pulling at Tae’s hair. The small pain of his scalp made Tae groan against you, vibrations working on your already overstimulated clit. When Tae crooked his fingers up, hitting the spot inside of you that made your toes curl, you were gone, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train.

Tae continued to press against the spot over and over again, lips latched firmly to your clit as Kookie moved his mouth down to circle your nipple. They prolonged the orgasm as long as they could, enjoying your screams and the way you tried to push them both away, body nearly unable to handle all the pleasure they were causing.

Tae pulled his mouth away from you, licking his lips as he looked up your now naked body. A growl rumbled in his chest as he stood, removing his bomber and his shirt.

“Get on your hands and knees.” he said, ignoring Kookie completely. It was obvious that Tae was calling the shots, no matter how badly Kookie may have wanted the control, “you’re going to suck him off while I fuck the shit out of you.”

You swallowed thickly, flipping over and getting onto your hands and knees, facing Kookie who also took off his shirt. You could hear Tae undoing his belt behind you and you watched the way Kookie’s muscles rippled under his beautiful skin as he followed suit.

Licking your lips in preparation your gaze slipped down to Kookie’s abdomen and then you watched him shove his pants down.

They knew you were on the pill, it was one of the first things Tae had wanted to find out about you. It wasn’t hard to do so, all those months ago. He could have simply hacked your records, but instead he’d followed you to a clinic one day, waiting behind you as you signed in with the nurse and responded to her ‘how can i help you’ question with, “I need a refill prescription for my birth control.”

As you’d turned to go wait in the waiting room, you’d brushed by Tae. The near contact had been enough to excite him for weeks. He’d told the nurse he was there for breathing issues, a lie. He hadn’t even stayed to be called to see the clinic nurse.

Tae teased your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down, avoiding your clit but wetting the head of his dick. He pushed in just the head and you moaned, tensing at his girth. Tae grinned, he enjoyed pain in pleasure, and girls always seemed to find it difficult to take his large cock.

“Tongue.” Kookie said, watching you stick it out as Kookie pulled himself out of his pants, tapping his cock against it, “gonna take all of me like a good little slut, right?”

You nodded, moving forward so you could wrap your lips around his head. Tae gripped your hips, sliding further into you, watching you stretch around him. He went to halfway before pulling almost all the way out, making you moan around Kookie’s head at the loss. When he slammed completely into you, you were not prepared. You yelped around Kookie’s cock, the entire thing forced into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat from the movement of Tae thrusting into you and shoving your forward.

Kookie groaned above you, grabbing your hair and pulling, forcing you mostly off his dick. You sputtered for air, saliva running down your chin as tears spilled from your eyes. He loved the way you looked, loved the surprised look still in your eyes. Then he shoved into you again, Tae once again snapping his hips against you.

This was the rhythm they adopted, Tae thrusting into you and forcing you on his friends cock, both pulling out together only to shove back in.

You closed your eyes, trying to breathe through your nose and enjoy the sensation of being completely full from two men you didn’t even really know.

Tae’s grip on your waist was bruising, he was thrusting, but he was also pulling you back against him, moving your entire body to meet him with each snap of his hips. Kookie gripped your hair harder, groaning above you, “hurry the fuck up Hyung.” He growled, and you assumed he was talking to Tae.

A smack rang through the room and you jolted, the pain blossoming a moment later on your ass cheek. He’d hit you. And it had felt so fucking good.

“Fuck.” Tae groaned from behind you, the feeling of your body clenching around him when he’d hit you was making him spiral closer to the edge. But he was determined to make you cum with him, he wasn’t happy with just one triumph, he needed two. Another smack made you moan loudly around Kookie’s cock, garbling a little on him as breathing became harder, your tongue still trying to swirl around him.

You waited for another smack that never came, instead Tae pressed down against your back, thrusts becoming deeper as he reached for your clit. He pressed two fingers against it and began to rub, hard and fast. Your toes curled and you choked a little on Kookie’s cock, which only added to everyone's pleasure.

Then Kookie had two fingers pressed to your nose, blocking off your breathing as he forced his cock into your throat before pulling out. You gasped for breath, a mess of saliva still clinging to Kookie’s long shaft, your chest heaving in effort before he plunged into you again.

The feeling of Kookie’s cock in your mouth and his fingers cutting off your air supply while Tae pounded into you and rubbed your clit was too much to bear and you came hard, whole body tensinsing as waves of pleasure hit you over and over again.

Your orgasm triggered Tae’s and he exploded inside of you, teeth biting into your shoulder as he moaned loudly against your skin, Kookie pulling out of your mouth so your moans and gasps could be heard clearly.

Tae calmed down and pulled away from your back, he slipped out of you, smacking your ass lightly, “stay.” he said, fingers running down your thigh gently before he moved away completely.

“My turn.” Kookie said from above you, petting you one last time before he moved to where Tae had been just moments before.

When his fingers brushed over the mark Tae had made on your shoulder blade, you shuddered. The sight made him smile as his gaze trailed down to your exposed cunt. Tae’s cum was just starting to leak out of you, and Kookie licked his lips, “so pretty.” he mused.

He shoved into you with no warning and you cried out, still extremely sensitive from the two orgasms Tae had given you. Kookie groaned at the feeling of your velvety walls wrapping around him. Fucking a pussy drenched in another man’s cum was a different experience, one Kookie enjoyed, it was probably one of the only reasons he’d allowed Tae to take you, or any girl for that matter, first.

He massaged your ass with both hands, contact leaving before he smacked you on each side. You lurched forward moaning as he watched your skin react to him with morbid fascination. His gaze went to your waist, Tae’s fingerprints still showing on your skin, Kookie licked his lips.

Tae was sitting on a chair next to the bed, he’d pulled on your discarded sweats and was running a lazy hand through his hair while watching. He’d always enjoyed watching his younger friend with girls, it had been one of the things that made him realize the kind of person he was. The kind of person who wasn’t afraid to follow and stalk if it meant he’d be given a show.

Although Kookie loved the way the marks looked, loved having access to your ass, he’d been wanting a close look at your face for months. He wanted to see you as you came undone under him, wanted to taste your lips and mark up your neck.

He was strong, and it was easy enough for Kookie to pull out of you, flipping you over before plunging into you again. He moved so he was completely over top of you, chest pressing against yours as his lips attacked you.

His tongue won dominance immediately, and it explored your mouth, one of his hands grabbed at your breast, pinching the nipple roughly as you moaned against his lips. Your grabbed at his hair, pulling gently as you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist.

He was not as big as Tae, but he was still above average, and this angle was different than what Tae was able to do from behind. Now, Kookie was angling his hips in a way that made it feel like he was hitting near your cervix, he was so deep, you had no idea anyone could ever be that deep.

You panted against his lips, moaning loudly when he pinched your nipple again, mouth moving down to your neck. He wasted no time sinking his teeth into your flesh, just above where Tae had marked you in the alley, and you hissed at the intrusion, turning your face to the side almost as if to get away.

Your eyes opened and you were met with Tae’s. He watched you like a lion watched his prey, licking his lips. He enjoyed the slight pained look on your face and he moved his chair closer to the bed, grabbing at your face with his hand. His thumb stroked over your bottom lip and you moved your tongue to swipe it.

He licked at his lips again, moving two fingers to your mouth that you greedily accepted. Sucking on Tae’s fingers almost distracted you from Kookie who was busy marking your neck as he rutted into you.

“Look at you,” Tae said with a condescending voice, “lips all puffy, makeup smudged, sucking on my fingers while my best friend fucks you, while you use my cum as lube. Do you like that baby?” he asked, watching you groan around his fingers, “do you like being our little slut?”

Kookie moaned against your skin, thrusts becoming more erratic. He grabbed at your hips, repositioning a little so he could go even deeper. Your toes curled at the new angle, body completely overwhelmed by the two men.

Tae continued to work his fingers in and out of your mouth as he moved his right hand down to your clit. Your body jolted at the connection of his fingers and your sensitive nub, pussy clamping down on Kookie’s cock.

“Gonna cum princess? Gonna scream my name or his?” he smirked coyly, licking at his lips. He knew full well that although you knew him as Tae, which sounded like a proper name, you’d only heard the term ‘Kookie’. And you’d yet to use it, which told Tae that you knew it wasn’t a proper name, and therefore weren’t going to use it.

“Fuck.” Kookie said, tongue gliding over your neck, dancing over the love bites that now marred your skin, “Jungkook, say Jungkook for me.” he instructed.

Tae slipped his fingers from your mouth, allowing you to whisper the name. It tasted foreign on your lips, but it excited you, you said it again, louder.

Jungkook’s hips twitched against yours, his shoulders tensing.

“Tell us how good it feels.” Tae said, watching you with a lazy smile.

“Fuck, it feels so good Tae.” you whined, closing your eyes to focus on the pleasure of his fingers on your clit and Jungkook pumping into you.

“Gonna cum all over his cock baby?” Tae asked, watching the way your body tensed with impending orgasm. His free hand moved down to your breast, pinching the nipple, making you moan.

You dug your nails into Jungkook’s strong shoulders, whispering his name again as his thrusts got faster and harder, his own orgasm approaching.

“Cum for us baby.” Tae instructed, and his dirty words were all it took for you to spiral over the edge for the third time. The feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock made Jungkook cum too, his hips jerking against you as he rode out your orgasms.

When he finally stilled, Tae took his hands away and stood, leaving the room. A few moments later you heard the sound of running water.

Jungkook pulled out of you, kneeling between your legs as he studied you, a dark look in his eyes. He took in all the marks he’d left, on your neck, and your waist. Your lips were puffy from kisses and he knew that the bite mark Tae had left on your shoulder would take awhile to heal. He watched the way you took shaky breaths, eyes closed as you attempted to recover from it all.

“Ours.” he said, breaking the silence as his fingers kneaded at your thighs, spreading you open a little so he could watch his and Tae’s cum drip out of you slowly.

“Yours.” you whispered, voice breathy.

He smiled, you were catching on fast. He enjoyed that about you.

“Kookie.” Tae’s voice broke his thoughts and he looked up to see Tae standing in the doorway to the bathroom, “bring her.”

It was easy enough for Jungkook to pick you up gently from the bed, carrying you to the large bathroom. As soon as the two of you were under the hot spray of the shower, he tried to set you down but your legs wobbled, you clung to his strong shoulders and Jungkook snickered. Tae entered the shower behind you, his front pressed against your back as he helped hold you up, “look at our little slut, can’t even fucking stand by herself.” Tae groaned, lips coming down to kiss your shoulder.

They both enjoyed you having to rely on them, quite literally, to even hold yourself up.

“Like having us both here princess?” Tae hummed, once again asserting himself as the more verbal of the two.

You didn’t answer in time for Jungkook’s liking and he whispered, “Not going to answer V-Hyung?” from behind you. You blinked at the new name, V. It was also fitting, and just as sexy as ‘Tae.’

“I love having you both.” you said, moaning when Tae’s hands moved to cup your breasts.

Jungkook’s hand slid down between your legs and you tensed, core still way too sensitive from the experience you’d just had, “just getting you clean.” Jungkook informed you. You relaxed a little and Tae laughed from behind you. When they were done cleaning you, they helped you out of the shower. Tae inspected the bite mark on your shoulder with a smile, then he began to brush his teeth while Jungkook dried you off.

When you were dry, you realized that neither of them were going to offer you pajamas. Infact, you wondered if they even wore pajamas to bed. You could barely tear your eyes off of them, and with bodies like that, you wondered why they’d ever bother with clothes while in the sanctuary of their own home.

You were a little shocked when Tae leaned against the bathroom sink, towel low on his hips as he readied his toothbrush again. He turned to you, “open.” he instructed, pulling you forward by your hand.

You opened your mouth for him and Tae set the toothbrush in your mouth, eyes focused as he brushed your teeth. Jungkook laughed at the action, getting his own toothbrush before beginning to clean his own teeth.

Tae had one hand under your chin, keeping you steady for him, when he was finally satisfied he pulled away, “rinse.”

You rinsed.

“Kiss.” he said.

You leaned in and kissed him, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip, then his teeth sank into it, he groaned at the spearmint flavour.

“Bed.” he said.

You left the bathroom, approaching the bed. You discarded the towel that had been wrapped around you, then got under the covers.

Tae and Jungkook stayed in the bathroom a few moments longer, and although you could hear them whispering, you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Finally they came into the room, Jungkook got into bed with you and Tae went to the closet, coming out a minute later fully clothed before he left.

Jungkook must have been able to see the question in your eyes, “he has to clean up his mess.” Jungkook explained. You remembered now that you’d heard something break earlier.

Jungkook pulled you to his chest and you made a pillow out it.

“I’ll go with you to your place tomorrow to get some clothes.” Jungkook said.

“What?”

“You said you’re ours. You had to have meant it.” he stiffened under you, anger in his tone.

You immediately scrambled to fix your mistake, “I thought- I'm sorry, it was my mistake.”

The man relaxed under you again, “I'll go to classes with you on Monday.”

“I-”

He began to list your classes and what time you had each one, and in that moment you remembered that this was your stalker. This man had been following you for months. Of course he knew your schedule.

And you’d agreed to be his. You realized now that he meant fully, completely, at his mercy. You’d handed over your freedom willingly, and now, in the face of this realization… part of you didn’t even care.

“What do you expect from me?” you asked, voice a little over a whisper. You were careful not to challenge him, to instead show your need to understand.

“You’re ours. You were made for us Y/N. we’ll take care of you. You’ll live here. School is… Namjoon-Hyung told us that school is important. It’s important that we allow you to finish your degree.” Jungkook seemed to be struggling to find words on the topic of school. You wondered who Namjoon-Hyung was, and what kind of hold he had over Tae and Jungkook, “but you’re ours. One of us will be with you at all times. If anyone touches you-”

“They’re dead.” you finished for him, eyes going to where the knives had landed in the wall earlier. They were gone. You stiffened with the realization that Tae had been gone for a while, “Tae’s mess…”

“Hunting.” Jungkook confirmed for you, “he’s always enjoyed it.”

Tae was out there as you cuddled with Jungkook. Tae was out there hunting the man who had gotten rough with you at the club. You swallowed thickly at the thought.

All he had to go on was the man's face, and yet, part of you knew Tae would find him. You weren’t sure how exactly you knew, but you were confident in it.

You cuddled closer to Jungkook, eyes shutting. Before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep.

Tae came home at 4am, covered in blood with a wicked smile on his face. Jungkook had no reaction to it, taking one look at his bloodied friend then rolling over and burying his face in the pillows while you stared at Tae standing at the foot of your bed in shock.

This is what you’d agreed to. And it was too late now to ever go back.

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Finders Givers | Part 2

“STEVEN MARION HARRINGTON.”

“Not my middle name.” Although Robin had made several valiant attempts in guessing it every time she needed to burst into his office all guns blazing. Which was unfortunately… often. She still hadn’t managed to crack it.

He didn’t actually have a middle name. He wasn’t going to tell her that though, this was funnier.

She slapped a sheaf of papers down onto his desk, a brief flick of the first page told him they were call logs and transcripts “What did you DO?! Claudia’s been getting calls all morning asking about renovations?”

“Okay, so, in my defence. It was Nancy’s idea.” That was his whole defence. It was Nancy’s idea. His idea had been worse.

“Explain.”

“You know, most people in my position don’t have to explain themselves to people who work for them, their people just respect them, and do as they say without argument.” He mused, mostly to himself, but he could see the woman’s eye twitch in annoyance and so he sighed in defeat, it’d only wind up with him having those papers whapped around his head. “Remember the wallet I found?”

“The one that was bumming you out?”

“Yeah! Well, when I went out for a walk, I found the guys work address and—”

“You know we have guys who do that sort of shit for us, right? You can’t be stalking people, Dingus, what the fuck?” That sheaf of papers was dangerously close to hitting him. She’d picked them back up an everything.

“Just listen! He was at work, I didn’t talk to him or anything I’m not stupid, but... his manager made this girl cry so he just decked him, laid him out, one punch an he was down, then he just quit his job, right there, shit was spectacular.” Steve could appreciate a good bit of muscle, could appreciate a scrapper. Plus the guy was hot so, that helped. “Doesn’t look like his photo either, he’s got so much hair, Robs, it’s... wow, he’s just—”

“Ew, I don’t wanna hear about your crush on some random guy, what’s this got to do with these renovations Claudia’s being spammed over?”

“Okay so, guy lost his job.”

“Quit, quit his job.”

“Defending a ladies honour, something I thought you’d appreciate.” She raised a single unimpressed brow “but, I... I was gonna just send him rent money for a few months, y’know, cover a few bills, charity!” His heart was in the right place, his head however, his head was in space.

“That’s not charity that’s stupidity, but go on.”

“That’s what Nance said! Apparently it’d be suspicious if I were to be found sending large amounts of cash in nondescript envelopes to an apartment block notorious for drug activity, so she suggested that since I’m already buying that bar nearby, it’d look less conspicuous if I just... bought the building the guy lives in and claim I was developing it, make it seem like I have an interest in building up local problem areas.” She frowned, silent in her thoughts as she processed.

“... And what about the rent forgiveness?”

“I was gonna pay for his rent, might as well just not have him pay rent, y’know? An it’s gotta be building wide or there’ll be questions, like why is he so special, it’d put him under scrutiny. So Nance suggested putting a stop on rent as we ‘renovate’ as a sort of, we’re disrupting your life so here’s a break for you kinda deal.” Honestly Nancy really was a life saver, he really ought to give her a raise, he’d have been fucked over years ago had he not pulled her into the fold.

“So that means we’re actually going to have to renovate this block then?”

“I mean—”

“Were going to have to renovate this block, Steve. We can’t just forgive the rent forever, that’s bonkers, that would raise eyebrows, and we can’t afford eyebrows being raised at us right now. So you’re going to have to have professionals go in and survey the apartments inside for renovations.” This was now an actual thing he’d have to do.

“Ah well, gives me something to occupy my time with. Also I was thinking—”

“Never a good sign”

“Shut up, I was thinking of putting Argyle in there as a plant, like... the drugs being peddled out of that block are just trash, at least we could get a solid dealer in there and get Argyle out of the Wheelers basement.” He’d only been staying there because Joyce didn’t have a basement and Jonathan didn’t have room for him.

He was Jonathan's friend, and Jonathan came with Nancy, Steve didn’t have any reason to help him out. Now he did! And that reason was getting those poor people better weed.

“Are you not worried that the existing dealers will start shit with him for moving into their turf?”

“They touch him they deal with Hargrove, he's been particularly irritable lately, anything could set him off, pretty sure he’d be jazzed to break a few legs.” Release some of that pent up rage he seemed so good at bottling up in tiny easily burstable bottles. “One visit from that nut job and they’ll settle right down.”

He didn’t like Hargrove, but he had to admit the guy was a useful enforcer. Indebted to Steve too after Jane had taken a nail imbedded baseball bat to his old employers head in a bid to help her friend Max escape the debt her stepdad had racked up with him. Billy had also been freed, being Max’s step brother, left unmoored and in danger of a jail cell.

Steve had taken them both in after getting rid of Creels corpse. It was Hopper’s idea. Billy wouldn’t have survived in jail, too many enemies in there.

“It only takes one hit to hurt Argyle beyond repair though, maybe get rid of the dealers in there already, then give Argyle one of the apartments.”

“See you’re already on board!” And there was the whack round the head with the papers, his sharp objection going ignored.

“Fine, I’m on board, but only because it’s Nancy’s idea.” She was retreating as she spoke “Yours was a trash fire, like, not just one of those little oil barrel fires I mean like a whole dumpster fire. Argyle stays out until it’s safe though, I mean it Steve, I will get Hopper involved.” She opened the door, ready to go.

“You can’t threaten me with my own Chief of Police! That’s so mean!”

“Watch me, dingus. Also you have two people downstairs from your little block purchase wanting more information, do you wanna deal with them or should I?”

“Do you think I could actually spin a good idea to explain this that won’t get immediately reworked by either you or Nance?” She paused, a thoughtful expression on her face that answered his question more than any actual answer would have. “Exactly, you deal with it, you’re better at timelines an stuff anyway.” He was more the big idea guy.

“Yeah but you’re better at people.” It was true, Steve was more the people person out of the two of them. “Fine, I’ll deal with it, and I’ll ask Nance to find some decent contractors to do the work for us. Maybe… drop into my office in like, ten minutes? Considering you let your dick lead you to places I wouldn’t even go with a gun, you should at least make an appearance for these people whose lives you’ve interrupted.”

“Ngghhh fine. Fine. I’ll be there in ten.” And she was out with a tiny salute as her goodbye.

Part 4

#PirateWrites #FindersGiversFiclet #Steddie #Mob Boss Steve Harrington #No Upside Down AU #Shady!Steve #CW: light-hearted stalker vibes

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Finders Givers | Part 4

Steve Harrington had faced a lot of daunting things in his lifetime. He’d dealt with a lot of intimidating people, criminals of all shapes and sizes, he’d dealt with the lot of them with a calm finesse that earned a level of respect he didn’t really think he deserved. A lot of it was posturing. An insane amount of right out of the gate confidence that covered up just how much of an idiot he could actually be at times.

The confidence was all those people saw. It was his own people that knew how much of an overprotective dork he was, so it was his own people who felt most at ease around him. Like sure, he had Lola, his baseball bat riddled with nails for intimidation, and sure he’d used it a few times, but only in self-defence, and only against the most unsavoury of people.

The last one was Creel, and he hadn’t even been the one to use it.

Seeing the cause of his current insanity just… there, in the flesh, no longer in a groady fast food place uniform, looking good enough to eat well… he was only human.

Forgive him if he forgot how to word for a minute.

Luckily, once Robin recovered, she rose from her seat, rounded it, and motioned her arm as if presenting them to him.

“Steve, meet Eddie Munson and his roommate Chrissy Cunningham, tenants of the block of apartments you purchased. Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, please allow me to introduce my very own single—” she winked at Eddie, both in reference to his own earlier quip about Chrissy, and because hint hint, he’s pathetically single and clearly pining, Steve’s eyes snapped to her face, although she gave him no time to shut her up as she continued “—platonic life partner, Steve Harrington, the guy in charge.” Eddie loved her already, Chrissy was cutely hiding her smile behind her hand. “They’re here asking questions about the letter we sent regarding the rent forgiveness and renovations.”

The one she’d not looked over. The one Nancy had rushed out. The one she wished she’d have seen before it went out just to make sure she had some kind of explanation ready and waiting should anyone pop by asking questions.

“O-oh! Oh yeah, yep, I know, your door isn’t soundproof hence the uhm—the entrance, I can probably answer a few questions, maybe even get some ideas and opinions from you guys, we don’t wanna go into the renovations not knowing what our tenants need so—” he let the sentence just hang there as he motioned out toward the hallway.

“Wait so you’re not just… doing stuff randomly, you want us to basically ask you for things, and you’ll give them to us?” Chrissy asked, rising from her seat since Eddie was still a little struck stupid over the most beautiful man on the planet and the fact that he was single. Eddie was also trying to figure out where he’d seen this guy before too because that was a face you didn’t just forget.

“Well… that’d make the whole process a lot smoother, right?”

Eddie finally shook his head free of his barnacle-like thoughts to ask a very simple, “Why?” If he didn’t have Steve Harrington’s attention before, he did now, those beautiful baby cow eyes staring right into his soul, warming it up like a soul toaster oven. “Ehem—why are you doing this? Why should we believe that you’re just… doing it for the sake of doing it? Nobody is that philanthropic, especially rich people, no offense but that’s like… the opposite of what rich people usually do.” Toaster oven was just slow enough to let him get those icy thoughts out before they could be fed to it to be warmed and buttered up. God he wanted some toast.

“Key word being usually.” Steve shot back, hazel eyes dancing in amusement, criminally handsome smile on his lips, damn him. “They won’t be palaces, they won’t be penthouse suites or comparable to five star suites, but I’d like to make them comfortable, safe, I’d like to make sure the electrics work, the heating system is up to date and make sure you have all the amenities you could need, I’d ask you not to take the piss with your requests, of course… but… if it’s reasonable I’m quite happy to provide it.”

“And what do you want in return for this?” There was always a catch, a devils contract for sure, too good to be true, there had to be a catch.

Steve looked at him for a moment, smile slipping from his face as he looked Eddie up and down, then… a slow, almost deadly grin seemed to curl at his lips, damn near predatory in its appearance, it sent a shiver down Eddie’s spine, dread licking at his bones.

Evil. That was evil, he was—

“Your soul, Eddie Munson.” Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit ho— “snerk” Steve snorted, that expression disappearing, replaced by one drenched in amusement “I’m kidding! You’re so easy, Munson. I’m not the devil, calm down.” Chrissy was giggling, the traitor, Robin looked exhausted, probably used to the antics, Eddie could feel his heart trying to escape his chest through his throat, could feel his cheeks warm in embarrassment.

“You—you didn’t answer my question.”

“I own where you live, I don’t have to answer your question.” Steve winked at him. The beautiful bastard. “I would however love it if you worked with me here. It’d just be nice for my tenants to get along with me, don’t you agree?” He was like some kind of snake, a sneaky little snake, charming but scheming “I’m also buying a local bar too, I don’t intend to change it all that much but—”

“You’re the one buying the Hideout?” Chrissy’s eyes widened, cutting him off as if she couldn’t help herself “why?”

“I want it.” So simple. He really didn’t have to answer any questions. And if he did answer, he wouldn’t give the full story. Suspicious, he was suspicious. “Owner isn’t staying on staff when the purchase goes through though obviously, I believe he’s retiring to the tropics, so I’ll need new staff, wouldn’t happen to know of anyone who needs a job would you?” A scheming, snakey snake of a man.

Eddie didn’t have to play to his tune though “Nope, I don’t know a single person in this whole world who needs a job right now thanks though.”

Chrissy didn’t share his scepticism though, happy to offer a chipper little “we just lost our jobs!”

“Traitor” he hissed.

“Oh hush, Teddy-bear, he’s harmless!” Steve grinned, oh yeah, totally harmless that one “we know a few guys who’d be great at it too, Gareth has bartending experience, remember?”

“Mixing two cocktails at a house warming party does not count as bartending experience.”

“They were good cocktails though, Eddie, you had like, six of them.”

“And I stand by the fact that each one tasted different!”

“But you LIKED them!”

“That’s not how bartending works! They have to taste the same each time!”

“Fine, he knows how to make SIX slightly different cocktails.”

Across the room, Steve leaned just a little closer to Robin just to quietly ask “is this what we look like to outsiders?”

“God I hope not” Robin knew better though, it was exactly how they looked to outsiders.

“Alright guys!” Steve stepped forwards, closer to the bickering pair. “I have quite a bit to do today as you can probably imagine, so how’s about we discuss this further over… say… dinner?” He could feel Robin’s incredulous stare boring holes into the back of his head. Ignoring it. Ignoring it. “You’re both more than welcome.” He was clearly looking at Eddie though.

“I’m busy” Chrissy was quick to answer before Eddie could object “but Eddie… Eddie is totally free, aren’t you Eddie?” His mouth still open from where she’d beaten him to the punch, now looking between them both in bafflement.

“Uhm—I… uh—heh—no, nope, nope not free, not free at all in the slightest c’mon Chrissy let’s just go home!” He grabbed her hand in a flurry of flustered panic “we’ve gotten all we came to get so thanks for the rent free living!” Steve didn’t stop him as he pulled an objecting Chrissy along with him out the door in a rush “We want a dishwasher!” He yelled over his shoulder as he pulled her down the hall to the elevator, leaving Harrington and Buckley behind, missing the exact moment when Robin whacked Steve around the back of the head with her papers, and called him an idiot.

Part 6

#PirateWrites #FindersGiversFiclet #Steddie #Mob Boss Steve Harrington #No Upside Down AU #Shady!Steve #CW: light-hearted stalker vibes

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