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We all know and love murder Steve, murder Bucky- but what about Muder Sam? Joking as he kills, flirting with the reader as he drags a knife across her skin

OOOOOOOOOH MY GOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD

Yessssssssssssss

Sam is such a charismatic and chill guy. He's the last guy you'd expect to harm even a fly!

BUT WHO BOY HOWDY Y'ALL.

You think Bucky and Steve are scary? Samuel Thomas Wilson is your living nightmare.

WARNINGS: This is dark as fuck and totally fucked up. Hannibal Lector ain't got shit on Sam.

Serial Killer!Sam Wilson

Sam has been killing since he could walk, between working at the dock in Delacroix all the way up to the present day.

Sure he's graduated from small animals, but to him killing is killing. People are no different than fish. Their skin can peel off, you still gotta gut 'em, their bones break so easy.

He is very selective about his kills. He only wants the best, top-quality meat. You just happen to fit that bill.

Everything about you fits the perfect prey and Sam is the perfect hunter.

The pick-up is always the same. He exudes charm and flirtatiousness, maybe flashes the gun show a bit to show off how strong he is, but gets you to go on a date with him. He wouldn't have taken no for answer anyway.

And Sam is a total gentleman! Holds the door open for you, says dessert is a must, pays for the whole thing. You don't see him spike your second glass of wine though.

It's easy from there. He takes you back to his place, has everything set up, and ready for the next few days.

He wakes you up slowly, encourages you to drink some water laced with a bit of a paralytic agent. It's easier to get smooth cuts when ya ain't jerking around on his table.

Sam gives you a full body massage, works all the tension from your body while you lay on the slightly warmed butcher's block. It's fact that orgasms make you sweeter, juicier. He wants you to be as soft and supple as possible.

Marvin Gaye is constantly playing when he is working you over. He sings along to all the songs, moves to the rhythm of each song.

"All right," he leans over to look into your frantic eyes. "You ready to get down and dirty baby?"

A needle is pressed into your neck, to you, it barely even register it, feels like a soft pinch. The tube leads down to a bucket to drain your blood.

He is tender, the fish boning knife is so sharp, it cuts through your skin like butter.

Sam shows you everything, teaches you as your life is slowly draining out of you. You never wanted to know what your guts looked like, but now you know.

He watches your eyes droop close, all the color in your features as vanished.

His finger swipes through the blood around the block. Sam licks it clean, rubs the irony taste into his gums, savors the taste of you on his tongue.

"You are gonna be so delicious with a bit of rosemary and pomegranate sauce baby. Mmmm, I can't wait. Might have to make some tartare right now."

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Well….

i need a fucking minute

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Deflowering in the Garden by @sableseb

Charles has a taste for the finer things in life. But, the finest wines, the finest art, and the finest suits have nothing on the pretty little thing he spots from across the lawn. She’s in a floral dress that falls just above the knee. Hair down and messed around her soft features from the wind that seems to have picked up from the moment he laid his eyes on her. 

Boys in Bed with Books 3 by @jobean12-blog

You try on something new and want to show Charles. 

plastic smile by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

Charles comes to town and you both fall for each other quickly.

acting like that by @/sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

You see Charles at a party flirting with another woman.

figured you out by @/sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

Charles comes home to find you in the hands of your bodyguard Chris.

Easily Repaired by @navybrat817

Convinced that Charles is cheating on you, you damage his precious car. When you realize your mistake, he decides to teach you a lesson.

the girl in the diner by @starbuckie

Dust To Dust by @boxofbonesfic

Your dream job turns out to be more of a nightmare.

SERIES

Like a Dream by @/jobean12-blog

Charles takes you to Italy.

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Oh I love this idea!! Love to see some Lance content.

Lance is cocky enough to be such a good escort!

Loved this, I need to read the original now

What if...in Looking For Fun, Lance was the escort. A specifically hired escort to spice up your boredom and lacklustre sex life. Just a thot 🥲

Thanks Lau!

Looking for Fun AU

CW: Cheating, Sexual content

You hated accompanying Alexander to these functions, but as wife number 3, you knew you had to put on your fake smile and play your part as the pretty trophy you knew you were.

Your only reprieve were the chats with the other wives (and the illicit girlfriends you all pretended not to know about) in the washroom and at the bar.

Excusing yourself from Alexander's moist octopus grip, on the pretext of getting a drink, you retreated to the marble refuge.

Entering the washroom, you could feel the electricity in the air. Your friend Kayla pulled you to the side immediately.

"We did it." She exclaimed. "The plan came together. Here's the room key. You're expected in 5 mins."

The metal was cold in your palm. You expected to be more nervous about this than you were. You were about to cheat on your husband. But you knew he wasn't faithful, far from it. You'd been his mistress before you were his wife...and let's face it, if the old man could get it up any more it was a miracle. He preferred to watch you pleasure yourself and then cum into his hand. Which was fine by you.

You slipped down the corridor from the washrooms and got into the elevator, tapping your foot as it whisked you upwards.

A few steps down from the sliding doors was the room that matched your key. You slotted the tooth-edged metal into the lock and walked in.

His name was Lance, tall, lean and athletic and he greeted you with a cocky smile. He was wearing a suit, but had the tie and top shirt button undone, and held two chrystal tumblers of whisky. He offered one, which you gladly accepted.

He sensed your nervousness, and led to slowly by the hand over to the side of the bed. You perched next to him and sipped your whisky. Lance did the same, but without taking his eyes of you. When his tongue snuck out to trap an errant drop your thought you'd pass out.

Glasses empty, he removed it from your grip and placed both down on the side table. Cupping your face he took your lips in a bruising kiss. All your retiscence disappeared, and your fingers flew to his hair, returning his kiss with fevour.

The next half hour was a blur of feral coupling, Lance bending you into positions you didn't think you could ever manage again. And the man had stamina. He gave you two orgasms with his fingers and mouth before he even slid his cock into you.

And his dirty talk - full of filthy, degrading praise. Telling you how well you were taking it, what a gorgeous, needy slut you were for him. He made you cum on his cock over and over before he finally emptied himself into the condom.

He grinned at you as you both got your breath back, laying on the bed, covered in sweat and chests heaving.

You were surprised when he helped you wash up, although maybe it was part of the service. He made sure that your make-up, dress and hair were all pristine as well.

You fished out a bundle of notes from your purse and smiled when he passed you his card in return.

Re-entering the function room, you ordered two drinks from the bar before returning to Alexander's side.

"Hey , Daddy. Sorry I was so long. I got chatting and lost track of time. Here's your drink." You passed him the tumbler, and he drew you to his side.

"No problem, Sugar. As long as you were having a good time."

"Oh, I had lots of fun."

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Hello!

In preparation for the Slumber Party, set to begin February 5th, we'd like to give you an idea of what you can expect throughout the event.

Writer's Activity:

Each week, writers will be challenged to write a piece based on an open prompt.

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Readers will be provided with questions and prompts to send to their favourite writers and share their thoughts on their favorite works. They may choose to message as many writers as they wish, as always the more the merrier.

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We've already posted our list of prompt blogs and resources, but we will be providing similar posts on writing processes and tips from around the web.

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We will post so that readers and writers alike can share and talk about their favorite stories.

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We will be posting ask games to encourage more interaction. We are open to suggestion as we continue to work on ideas.

We are also open to ideas going forward and would like to hear about anything else you might like to see in this event.

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@staff get your fucking shit together

Yeah, fuck all this.

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Right back at you beautiful lady, hope you're having a great weekend

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What if...in Just a Little Hush, Babe, the reader didn't turn him. Would she have killed him or let him go? Or kept him as a pet? 😏

read the fic here

I think the right answer is that she would have killed him and moved to the next location, you can't stay alive that long and not keep moving.

but

I (and you) would keep him around because of course we would. Forever hoes for that man.

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What If for Plastic Smile.

What if Charles stopped you from leaving?

ah Charles my beloved arsehole - read the fic here

I don't think it would have ended well for her in that moment, he would have been so pissed that she dared to fight back but I wanted the reader in that story to be empowered and take back her own future so I think she would have tried again but maybe in a much more low key escape.

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Weekend What If?

Ever wonder what would've happened if a character made a different choice? Or if a plot twist totally changed the course of a story?

Reblog if you'd like readers to ask you 'what ifs?' about any of your works?

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Avoid Andy 😯😯

Question for you….

Fuck, marry, avoid

Love you!

After long deliberation, I've made my hard decision..... I'd avoid Andy,

I'd fuck Ransom,

I'd marry Curtis

heheh love you too

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Update: How To Keep Seeing My Smuts & Other Writers'

As per Tumblr's New "Community Label" Update

Hello! I've seen other writers make a post about the new update, so I wanted to make one of mine to notify my readers.

As you may know, Tumblr is pushing a Community Label update in which users are allowed to filter the content they want to see. While this is highly beneficial for those who want to avoid seeing content they aren't fond of, this can make you stop seeing the smuts a lot of writers in this community create.

If you want to keep enjoying our smuts:

For Website:

Go to Dashboard Settings, and click the Show circle in the Community Labels section on Mature content. Do the same for Sexual themes. You can choose whether to tick the options of the other choices or not.

Image taken from @writerpeach <3

For Mobile:

Go to Account Settings, then choose Content you see.

Go to the Community Labels section and click the arrow beside Hide on Mature. Then, click Show for both Mature and Sexual themes. Again, it is your choice if you want to tick the Show button for the other choices.

Thank you for reading, and reblog to spread the word!

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Tease Me Before You Please Me (Frank Castle x female!reader x Matt Murdock)

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Requests are open - slowing working my way through them!

A/N: I did it. I whored myself out for you. Sorry (but not really) about this. It’s PURE filth. 

Summary: You, Frank, and Matt go to Paris. That’s literally it.

(Warnings: This is literally all smut with almost no plot like I cannot stress this enough – if you don’t want to read about Matt and Frank ruining you, don’t read this, oral (fem and male receiving), p in v, Matt calls you petal again because I am a whore and cannot move past that) 

“Oh shit, Matty. Just like that.” A bead of sweat rolled down your spine as Matt’s fingers worked their magic on you.  

“Yeah? Like that?” He pushed his knuckles into you, disgruntled moan falling from your lips.    

“It hurts so good.” You whined, shoving your face into the couch cushions.  

“You should be more careful next time, sweetheart. Wait for one of us to help you. Then we wouldn’t be in this mess.”  

This mess, as Matt kept calling it, was the result of a misguided attempt to put a ridiculously heavy box on the top shelf of the hall closet. You’d almost gotten it in place when your shoulder gave out and the box came tumbling down on top of you. One shoulder strain and a seriously bruised ego later, you ended up here, lying face down on the couch while Matt tried to massage the knot out of your throbbing shoulder.  

“I was trying to be proactive, Matt. You and Frank weren’t here, and I was trying to clean up the living room.” Your voice was muffled by the sofa, but Matt chuckled anyway.  

“We were gone for an hour, tops. You couldn’t wait an hour?”  

“No.” You mumbled, burying your face further into the cushions.  

Frank’s heavy footsteps echoed as he walked into the room, carrying what you hoped was an icepack. You leaned into the shift of the couch as he sat down next to you and promptly plopped your head down on his thigh when he settled.  

“Matt’s being too logical and it’s annoying me.” You mumbled, closing your eyes. Matt scoffed as he lifted your legs and scooted under them.  

“He’s right. You should’ve waited for us, sweetheart.”  

You looked up, glaring at Frank.  

“Not you, too!” You groaned. 

“Sorry, baby.” Frank mumbled.  

“For wha-,” You let out a hiss as Frank rested the ice pack he had been hiding on your shoulder.  

“For that.” Frank grinned, glancing at Matt, who you could only assume was grinning back at him.  

This comfort between the three of you was normal, sweet even, but it hadn’t always been. When you met Frank, you and Matt were strictly in a client/lawyer relationship, and Frank was a casual hookup that you saw occasionally after a long week. It all happened very quickly. One night, you were sitting at the bar with Matt when Frank showed up. Your duo soon became a trio, and after too many drinks and a few drunk confessions about how often you’d thought about hooking up with both of them, you had been led back to your apartment, where both Frank and Matt ravished you until dawn.  

When you woke the next morning, you were alone, and you didn’t see or hear from either of them for weeks afterwards. When you had finally tricked them into meeting you at the same place at the same time, you demanded to know what their problem was with you. You quickly realized that their problems weren’t with you, but with each other, and how much they enjoyed being with you, with each other.  

Your anger had quickly left you, and the three of you decided to take it as slow as necessary. At first, Frank and Matt strictly kept their hands to themselves when you weren’t around, but that slowly evolved into comforting touches on each other’s backs and reassuring squeezes on the other’s thigh.  

The first time they kissed was an accident. Matt was late leaving for work and had bolted out the door so fast that he hadn’t realized he had given not one, but two goodbye kisses on his way out. Frank was so quiet you thought you were going to have to punch him to get a response out of him. He had left without saying a word, and when he still hadn’t returned, long after Matt had come home and the sun had disappeared over the horizon, you were convinced you’d never see him again.  

Only you did see him again, at 3 in the morning, after Matt had spent the better part of 3 hours searching for him. He’d come barreling through the door, kissing you sweetly before slamming his mouth onto Matt’s. The sex that followed was magical, to say the least.  

There were still arguments here and there. Frank and Matt had a lot more in common than they were willing to admit, and you saw through their stubbornness and recognized the love they had for each other, even if it was buried under miles and miles of rage and trauma. Mostly, though, it was a peaceful relationship between the three of you.  

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart? Your heartrate just elevated a little.” Matt ran his hand up your leg, settling on the back of your knee. A dull pounding in your core began, and you knew Matt could sense the shift in your demeanor as soon as he stopped moving his hand. 

“’Was thinking about the first time Frank kissed you. And the stuff that happened after.” You mumbled, adjusting your head on Frank’s thigh.  

“Oh yeah?” Frank’s voice was always gruff, but his bedroom voice was to die for. The roughness of it always sent a shiver through you.  

“Yeah.” You tried to focus on your breathing as Matt’s hand slowly ascended your leg, stopping only when it reached the tip of your thigh. The repeated movement sent a fire through your core, and you could feel yourself dripping into your underwear already.  

“Matty.” you whined, perking your ass up after he just barely grazed it with his fingers again.  

“Hmm, petal?” You could hear the smirk that he definitely had on his face.  

“Please.” you whispered, clutching onto Frank’s thigh. 

“Hmm,” Matt contemplated, “No.”  

Matt took his hand off you completely, and you groaned into Frank’s leg. Frank’s chuckle reverberated through his body, and you quickly sat up, eyeing Frank. The icepack slid off your shoulder and dropped to the floor, but nobody moved to pick it up. The gleam in your eyes was concerning, and Frank narrowed his eyes as he looked you over, trying to figure out your game.  

“Frankie?” You asked, sweetly tilting your head to the side. You leaned forward, resting your hand on his upper thigh and squeezing.  

“Want to play?” You whispered into his ear, sucking at the spot on his neck that you knew drove him crazy.  

Frank swiftly pulled you onto his lap, kneading at your ass as you continued to attack his sweet spot. Matt groaned from his spot on the couch, and you couldn’t help the smirk that formed on your face. Frank may have looked the toughest out of the three of you, but he was always the easiest to rile up.  

“You’re totally whipped.” Matt muttered, shifting his body closer to Frank’s.  

“You were teasing her, Red.” Frank breathed, grabbing Matt’s thigh and pulling it towards him to spread his legs further.  

“She loves it.” Matt’s voice was breathy now, too, and you lifted your head to glance at him. Frank was palming at Matt through his pants, and Matt was so into it that he was resting his head on the back of the couch, gasping for air.  

You cupped Matt’s jaw, tilting his chin in your direction as you leaned towards him. You were millimeters from kissing Matt when you, instead, stuck your tongue out and licked his bottom lip. Matt let out a whimper when he realized what you were doing.  

“You’re right, Matty. I do love it.”  

Frank began pulling your clothes off, throwing bits and pieces all over the living room until you were straddling him, completely bare before him. You pulled on Matt’s shirt, asking him to remove it. Frank swiftly stood up, holding you against his body and tugging Matt’s hand to follow.  

Matt left a trail of clothes in his wake as he made his way towards the bedroom. By the time Frank sat you down on the bed, he was the only one still dressed. Matt crawled over you, leaving a sloppy trail of kisses up your stomach until he latched onto your nipple, licking and nibbling at it as Frank pulled his shirt off.  

You let out a loud moan as Frank wrapped his lips around your other nipple. Both ran their hands along your body, and you couldn’t help the arch in your back as Frank’s finger ran through your folds, slick with desire.  

“Oh, sweetheart. We’ve barely touched you and you’re already soaked.” Frank mumbled, thoroughly coating his fingers in your wetness before bringing his hand to Matt’s mouth. Matt slowly lifted his head and groaned when he realized what Frank was offering him: a small taste of exactly what they were doing to you. He wrapped his lips around Frank’s fingers, sucking and licking them until they were clean. You watched as the Devil took hold of Matt’s thoughts, and you shuttered as he smirked up at you.  

All of the sudden, Matt’s lips were wrapped around your clit, and you were moaning so loud that you swore all of New York probably heard it. Frank swallowed your moan, dipping his tongue into your mouth in a sinful kiss. Matt held your thighs in an iron grip and attacked your clit with such masterful licks that you had to force yourself to breathe. 

Frank tugged on your hair, pulling your head back and granting him access to your neck. He left soft kisses along your collarbone and when he finally began sucking a mark into your throat, the pleasure that overtook your body was immeasurable. Matt’s tongue circled your clit with precision, and the white-hot wave of pleasure that followed had your entire body clenching. Your legs shook and you let out a loud whine as your orgasm washed over you, drowned out by the sound of Matt groaning into your pussy.  

You inhaled, trying to regulate your breathing as Matt finally removed his lips from your clit. The bottom half of his face was coated in your orgasm, and the grin on his face was downright wicked. Frank smiled, nuzzling his nose into your cheek.  

“Still want to play, sweetheart?” His voice was a soft tug at your sensitive core, and you started nodding before he could finish the question.  

“Good.”  

Matt crawled up the bed and laid next to you, cradling your face in his palms as Frank began removing his pants. You couldn’t help it. You reached your hand out, wrapping it around Matt’s thick cock and began slowly pumping up and down. The look on Matt’s face morphed into pure bliss as he leaned his head back and shut his eyes.  

You crawled over him, straddling his knees as you continued jerking him off. His content sighs slowly turned into soft whines as you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around him. You bobbed your head up and down, taking in more of him every time you went down.  

Frank’s hands rested on your waist, tugging you towards the edge of the bed. Matt sat up quickly, following your movements until you were sandwiched between the two of them. Matt gathered your hair in his hands as you wrapped your lips around him again. Frank grunted and plowed into you in one thrust, bottoming out and holding himself there as you adjusted to his size and length. You moaned around Matt, who had begun slowly thrusting into your mouth.  

Frank started slowly thrusting into you, matching Matt’s pace. You were so full of both of them that you couldn’t help the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. Matt began thrusting harder into your mouth, spurring a rare moan from Frank, who thrusted into you harder and harder until he was pounding into you. Your cheeks were slick with tears, but it all felt so good that you hoped they never stopped what they were doing.  

The room filled with the blended sound of yours and Matt’s moans. Matt’s thrusts grew sloppier, and you knew he was moments away from cumming down your throat. You reached up, rubbing gentle strokes along Matt’s balls until warm spurts of cum trickled down your throat. You kept your lips wrapped around him, swallowing every drop until Matt groaned, pulling out of your throat and sitting back on his heels. He reached his hands up, cradling your face and wiping away the trail of tears that had fallen down your face. 

“You did so good, petal.” He murmured, kissing your forehead. Frank was still pounding into you, and you were so close that you let out a whine at Matt’s touch. Frank pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back before thrusting into you again. He lifted your hips to meet his, and you groaned as he began pounding into you with a newfound strength. 

Matt shifted his body, lying next to you as Frank continued pounding into you. He trailed his fingers up your chest and wrapped them around your throat, squeezing slightly. You let out a sinful moan as Matt wrapped his lips around your nipple for the second time that night.  

When you came, the world disappeared for a moment. All that remained was you and Frank and Matt, and you couldn’t breathe. Your entire body shook with pleasure, and neither Frank nor Matt let up on their assaults on your body. You vaguely felt Frank stiffen in you, warm spurts of cum filling you to the brim. You were so far gone that the world could’ve ended around you, and you wouldn’t have a clue.  

When the world tilted back on its axis, there were two sets of hands running over your body in comforting patterns. Your heart was still pounding, and you gulped in air.  

“There she is. Welcome back, sweetheart.” 

Frank’s voice was muffled by the ringing in your ears. A soft kiss was pressed into your hair, and you finally opened your eyes.  

Frank was lying between your thighs, a small smile on his face. Matt was cuddled into your side, and he was lightly stroking your hair. You grinned, relishing the warmth of both of them. 

“I love both of you.” You mumbled, grabbing at both of their hands.  

“We love you, petal.” Matt pressed another kiss into your hair.  

You tried to sit up, but the ache in your shoulder quickly had you lying back down, brow furrowed.  

“I forgot about my shoulder.” You grumbled, pouting. Matt let out a chuckle.  

“Time for another massage?” He asked. 

“If all of my massages end like that, then hell yes.” you replied, giggling.  

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quality advice from jeremy allen white

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aww you're a canny kid really aren't you haha

I know we love Frank, I have some more ideas for him I just need to do the actual keyboard tapping thing

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Pairing - Frank Castle x Female Reader

Words - just over 4.4k

Warnings - mild description of injuries, alcohol, mentions of blood, guns, mild drug (weed) use, nipple stimulation, fingering

a/n - Well hello there (said in an Obi Wan voice), I've got a fic for you. Written for @sweeterthanthis bittersweet symphony challenge, I stole the prompt "Trust me girl, you wanna be high for this" and created this little thing. I have to thank @samwilsonsthunderthighs for helping me out with some research and to Lau and @navybrat817 for encouraging me along the way. I really like this so if you do to let me know. Divider by the wonderful @firefly-graphics

I wake up suddenly, my heart pounding in my chest and panic rising through me. I listen carefully for another sound and slide my hand down my side, wrapping my fingers around the cold, hard metal of the baseball bat left there by my best friend when I moved in six months ago.

I slowly slide out of bed and pull on some leggings and slippers as quietly as the creaky floorboards beneath me will allow. The noise coming from my kitchen has quietened but I can definitely hear someone down there, rummaging through my things. It’s absolutely typical that this happened the one night I leave my phone on the sofa, I didn’t want to be woken by an alarm and now my one lifeline feels a million miles away.

Sneaking slowly into the bathroom opposite me I frantically look around, my eyes landing on a large bottle of hairspray and my brain quickly remembering all the times I’ve caught myself in the eyes while I’ve been distractedly chatting and getting ready at the same time.

It’ll have to do.

If I get murdered in this apartment that would sum up my pathetic life, I moved here after finding out my shithead of an ex was cheating on me and thought this would be a fresh start. I thought the area was nice, a little too quiet for my taste but exactly what I needed after finding the person who claimed to love me balls deep inside our neighbour.

I listen out for signs, anything, that tells me I might know the person currently pulling out the drawers in my freezer but I come up with nothing, I need to somehow get past them and get to my phone before they realise I’m here, I’m brave but I’m not stupid. 

I hop down each step, avoiding the spots that I’ve mapped out in my head as making noise until I’m at the bottom. The anxiety taking over my body makes me feel sick and I have to take some deep breaths before I pass out from the fear.

I can see the broken glass on the tiled floor of my kitchen and feel the chill of the night air as it pours in without restriction. I almost forget about the intruder until I hear them clear their throats, “I’m not gonna hurt ya, I just need to patch myself up then I’m gone.” I let out a pathetic shriek and stumble backwards, watching as the shadow of my nightmares comes closer, revealing itself to be a man, holding one of my dishcloths to his side and wincing in pain with every step.

Like a victim in a bad horror movie, my back hits the wall with a thud and there’s nowhere else to go, I throw the hairspray bottle at him and hold up the bat in my shaky hands, curiously he doesn’t come any closer and holds his stance, watching me with his head slightly tilted to one side. He didn’t even flinch when the bottle struck his shoulder, bouncing off him and landing on the floor between us with a thud. “Who are you? Why are you in my house?”

He holds up his hands and my eyes are drawn to the blood, slowly dripping out what seems like a gash and staining the waistband of his jeans. “I’m not here to hurt you, I didn’t think anyone was home and I needed to patch myself up.” He presses the cloth back on the wound and watches me closely, “Do you have any vodka? I could do with cleaning this up and taking the edge off.”

I’ve watched too many true crime documentaries to relax around him but somehow he’s making me feel more at ease. “In the freezer, top shelf, behind the veggies.” He turns his back on me a second later, clearly not seeing me as a threat, and reopens the freezer. I can hear him pouring out two glasses and get a shock when he reappears with one of them and holds it out in front of him, gesturing for me to take it, “You need a drink, probably more than I do right now.” Of course he’s used my Disney tumblers, I see the smiling face of Belle in yellow dress and wish for a moment I was one of those people who were a little more classy and had crystal glasses or something. “Come on now, you’ve got good liquor, we can’t let that go to waste.”

I drop my guard for a moment and take the drink from him, keeping a tight grip on the bat in case I need to swing it in his direction. He walks back into the kitchen and I follow behind him, he stands at the furthest point away from me but watches me closely as I take a seat on the stool at my breakfast bar, the bat leaning against my leg, and just watch him. He looks like he’s been in a nasty fight if the marks on his knuckles are anything to go by, I can already tell he’s struggling with patching himself up and I have to fight the urge to take over and help him out.

He takes a sip from his own drink, the matching Beast glass making me smile to myself before he tries to wash the area with vodka straight from the bottle. “Do you even know what you’re doing over there?” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them and I don’t miss the amused smirk that crosses his face, “I’ve been fixing myself up for years, I think I can handle it.” I hold my hands up and nod my head slowly, watching him closely and lean in to study his technique, his chest and arms are covered with marks and scars, some old and some new, every one of them probably tells the story of a life someone like me couldn’t even imagine.

It’s impressive that he can clean himself up so well and something in the back of my head reminds me that he’s done this before, therefore he’s probably not someone I should have in my house but he doesn’t have a bad vibe. 

That’ll probably be written on tombstone when all of this is over.

I clear my throat and point towards the small cupboard to the left of him, telling him there’s a decent first aid kit in there that he can use, wincing as he pushes the roll of kitchen towel away leaving behind the bright red fingerprints that will stain my memory when I think back to this night in the future.

Once he’s finished and cleaned up after himself he pours us both another drink, downing it and pointing to the window, “Sorry about that, you got anything I can patch it up with? I’ll pay to have it replaced.” I turn in my seat and look at the shattered glass, I’ve been so focused on the stranger drinking my Belvedere I didn’t even feel the cold but now that he’s mentioned it its all I can focus on. A quick online search doesn’t provide me with many answers so we decide between us to put an old blanket up and secure it with duct tape.

Before I can admire our patch up job the doorbell sounds, it’s four in the morning and there aren’t many people who have my address. This can mean one of two things, next doors dog has gotten out again or its my ex. I take a deep breath and turn to leave the room but a firm hand on my shoulder forces me to stop and turn, “Don’t answer it, no good ever comes from answering a door at 4am.”

I don’t get time to agree with him before I hear the shit-stain I call an ex shouting through the door and banging on the frame with his fist. “You want me to answer it? Scare him off for you?” I smile at him and shake my head, scrunching my nose and telling him I can handle it. I think he’s going to follow me but instead he leans against the counter and drinks the vodka from my glass as I walk away.

A huge part of me wants to ignore the man child on the other side of my door but if he wakes my neighbours up I’ll never hear the end of it and I really like living here. I slowly open the door and look up at him, “What are you doing here?” A slow, lazy smile crosses his face and the stench of alcohol rolls off his breath as he speaks, “I missed you, let me in baby I’ll show you how much.” Disgust rolls over me and I shake my head, chuckling and asking him to leave, instead of being a decent person he takes a step forward, trying to get into my house. “Look I was trying to be polite but you need to get the fuck out of here before I show you how my Krav Maga lessons have been going lately.”

“Ooh such a tough girl now aren’t you, where was all that sass when I had to come and rescue you that time your car broke down, or even that time you lost your friends on a night out? Come on let me in and you can show me what I’ve been missing.” I hear the footsteps behind me, strong and determinded, “Hey, you coming back to finish the movie?” He opens the door wide and I watch as he looks my unwelcome visitor up and down with a barely contained sneer, “Do you know what fucking time it is? You interrupted movie night now fuck off.”

I should feel pissed off that he felt the need to come and save me but the silent rage that pours out of my little kitchen invader seems to get the message across perfectly and it doesn’t take long before he starts to retreat. I thought that would be the end of it but I hear him whisper something about me being a slut and my feet move before my brain can stop me, he turns around just in time for me to land a punch against his jaw and a knee between his legs. The noise he makes satisfies me more than it should but watching him walk away, clutching his junk in his hand and calling me a fucking bitch is all the satisfaction I’m going to need tonight.

I turn back and look at the amused expression of the man who leans against my doorframe, “You’re going to break something if you keep punching like that, I thought you did Krav Maga?” I shake my head and giggle, “Never took a lesson in my life but it sounds good doesn’t it.”

It’s 6:30am and I’ve been learning how to punch for over an hour now. Frank, as I learned he was called after an embarrassingly long time in my house, has been teaching me some basic self defence moves. He’s a really good teacher and honestly I think I might actually start taking a self defence class up once everything is back to normal. We’ve created a weird mannequin out of my sofa cushions and its worked really well up until now but Frank wants me to punch him in the face so I get the idea of how it feels when you do land a blow. He’s been goading me and trying to get me to do it for about ten minutes now but I’ve never hit someone before and I hope never to have to in the future but he’s insistent.

The doorbell rings again and this time I’m ready, I’m not going to let him get a word in I’m just going to punch him in the face the correct way this time, show Frank that he’s a good teacher. I march quickly to the door and open it without checking and freeze on the spot when the barrel of a gun is pointed directly at me.

It all happens too quickly, an explosion of pain followed by an intense burning sensation before I hit the floor and the world goes black.

I wake up on my bathroom floor, the first thing I notice is the ball of hair in the corner that I didn’t sweep up the last time I cleaned up in here. When was that? Yesterday? I don’t even know what day it is anymore. I try to sit up but I’m greeted with a pain in my shoulder so intense I feel sick and a headache like a hostile squatter, occupying every space available. “You’re ok, just take it easy for me.” I recognise the voice but can’t picture the face of the owner, my eyes are still blurry and the light on the ceiling above only further obscures my vision. “You got shot but it went straight through, I need to patch you up but trust me girl, you’ll wanna be high for this.”

I slowly sit up and take a sip of the ice cool water offered to me and take the blunt that was previously sat in the ashtray on my coffee table, “Frank?” He doesn’t speak and instead lights it up and holds it out, I take it without saying another word and let the effects take over me. The pain still takes my breath away but the panic I should be feeling right now isn’t as strong. He wasn’t lying when he was cleaning himself up, he really is good at this and in no time at all I’m bandaged up and ready to try standing again.

This time is a lot more successful and I manage to get myself to my room, wincing when I lay down and pull the covers over me, Frank disappears for a moment and comes back with some pain relief and a cushion to put under my shoulder. He sits on the edge of the bed, pushing my hair out of my face, I notice some new bruising and cuts to the back of his hand but don’t question it, instead smiling up at him, trying to ease the guilt written all over his face, “I’m ok, you don’t have look so serious.” He lets out a long breath and runs his finger slowly down my face, trying to hold back a smile as he looks at me with an unexpected intensity, “I see the tough girl made a reappearance, get some sleep and you can punch me in the face later. Don’t think I’ve forgotten where we left things.”

It’s my turn to laugh now and the sound seems to physically relax him, I watch his shoulders drop and his jaw loosen before he stands up and turns to leave, “Can you stay?” He looks over his shoulder at me, his eyebrow cocked at me in surprise. “It’s been a long night and honestly sleeping alone doesn’t feel like a nice option right now.” I expect him to lay down beside me but instead he pulls up the chair from the corner of my room, placing the clothes I should have put away weeks ago on the floor and making himself comfortable.

My dreams are plagued with images, my ex, the gun, the bright light of my bathroom and the fresh bruising on the hand that patched me up so gently. I startle myself awake and look around the room, my heart only calming down once I realise I’m in my own bed and I’m safe. I hear a light snore and watch Frank for a moment as he sleeps with a little smile on his face, I briefly wonder what makes him happy before my bladder announces itself and shuffle my way out of bed, I don’t make it out of the room before Frank is up and telling me he can get me whatever I need, “Unless you plan on peeing for me I think I’ll handle this on my own.”

The person I see in the bathroom mirror is a bit of a shock, my eyes are bloodshot from the lack of sleep, my hair is doing the complete opposite of what I’d like it to be doing and I can see dark blood on the bandage that clearly needs changing. I decide to brush my teeth and wash my face the best I can with only one fully functioning hand, it’ll have to do for now at least I no longer have sleep crusties in the corner of my eye.

Frank isn’t in the bedroom so I quickly pull on my dressing gown and slippers and go to find him, hearing him swearing at my beloved coffee maker and judging by the squeak of the cupboard doors, looking for a coffee cup. I sneak up and press the power button, bringing the machine to life and startling the wannabe barista, “So wounds you can patch up just fine, but coffee machines leave you confused?” He throws a dish cloth at me and tells me to sit down so he can make me breakfast, I grab the painkillers and swallow some down before painfully explaining in detail how to use the machine he’s done nothing but complain about.

He’s still moaning like an old man while he gets comfortable on the stool next to me but stops as soon as he tastes the smooth Colombian blend I insist on buying from the small coffee store I found when I moved here. I put some music on for us and we eat the pancakes he makes in a content silence, only speaking to each other once we’re done and arguing about who fills the dishwasher up, I let him win but only because its the one job I hate to do.

Frank insists that I spend the day resting on the sofa and he’s taken to waiting on my every need, its funny but I know it comes from a place of guilt. I keep seeing him out of the corner of my eye just watching me, it’s very tempting to act up and pretend I’m in more pain than I am but he looks so guilty already. “Hey, you know I’m going to have to come up with a really good excuse for having a hole in my shoulder. I was thinking I tell people I went to Spain over the weekend and ran with the bulls but wasn’t fast enough. What do you think?”

The look on his face right now is a cross between incredulity and confusion which is not only hilarious but necessary to get him to relax for a second, “You know, I’m not sure anyone is gonna believe that. Why don’t you just tell them you broke your shoulder and we’ll get you a sling, much more believable.” I pretend I’m contemplating his excuse for a second, tapping my finger against my lips as I ‘think’ and watching him carefully, “Ok, that could work but alternatively how about I was on the roof investigating a weird noise and fell off, landing on one of Santa’s reindeers getting impaled on an antler?”

He covers his face with his hand and shakes his head, moaning out a no and peeking at me through his fingers, “Of all the houses to pick I had to find the comedian didn’t I.” I smirk at him and waggle my brows, “I mean you could take yourself across the street to the guy who walks his ferret if you prefer? I’ll pretend I’m not offended.”

The look on his face changes and he leans in slightly, placing his finger on my cheek and slowly moving it down to my jaw while he watches me, “I like the view here, even if its a little on the crazy side.” I smile at him and lean in to press my lips against his, he doesn’t protest so I look up at him and smile, melting into his hold as he cups my face in his hands and leans in to kiss me deeply.

The weird position I’m in sends a sharp pain down my arm and I try to hold back my reaction but he’s more intuitive than I give him credit for, I pout as he pulls away from me and try to pull him back by his t-shirt but instead he helps me get more comfortable and kisses me on the forehead, “You’ll never get better if you’re always moving it, trust me I’m an expert in this shit.” I think he’s going to sit next to me again and leave me hanging but he surprises me by moving between my legs and kneeling.

I stare at him, licking my lips and using my good hand to run my fingers through his hair, “The sofa is a lot more comfortable than the floor I hope you know that Frankie.” He hangs his head and his whole body shakes as he holds back his laugh, I lift his chin with two of my fingers to make him look at me, “Seriously, I have cushions galore here don’t punish yourself.”

“Would you stop talking, I have an effective way to take your mind off it.” He runs his hands up my thighs, settling on my hips as he watches my face. “Oh what’s that then? Do you know massage?” I watch his face as he shakes his head in exasperation, hanging his head and chuckling, “So, no massage then?”

He looks up at me with his tilted to one side, “You know I was planning on making you feel really good but if you don’t stop running that mouth of yours I’ll just go get you some painkillers instead.” He looks deep in my eyes, a slight smirk crosses his mouth as I shift slightly in my seat. Instead of answering him with something sarcastic that could potentially ruin the moment, no matter how strong the urge is, I grab the hand currently holding my hip and bring his fingers to my mouth, licking them slowly before wrapping my lips around them and sucking.

The look of shock on his face is quickly replaced with an open mouth and a quiet moan, he takes over and begins to push his fingers in and out before withdrawing them and holding them up to the light, “Got em all wet for me, what should we do with them now?” He rests his other hand on my pelvis, his thumb rubbing circles into a spot that’s a little too high for where I really want it to be. I try to circle my hips, desperate for friction right where I need it but he’s onto me and stops, sitting back on his heels and watching me. “All you gotta do is ask and I’ll give you whatever you need.”

I’m not often rendered speechless but there’s something about the way he’s looking at me, mixed with the throbbing at my core that’s making me hold my tongue. If he senses that I’m a mess he doesn’t say anything and instead sits down next to me again, looking deep into my eyes before kissing me again. This time his hand doesn’t stop exploring, he softly traces the outline of my nipple causing me to moan under my breath, “Say the word and I stop.” I shake my head and adjust in my seat, hoping his hand will go further south.

Instead he spends what feels like a lifetime just teasing and pinching them, the shots of electricity straight to my clit, “Frank please.” Almost as if he was just waiting for me to say something he moves his hand lower, I open my legs and rest my head back against the sofa.

He slaps my pussy and cups it, running his middle finger over the soaked fabric and whispering in my ear, “Can you feel how wet you are? Is all that for me?” I moan in response and grip his wrist, holding his hand in place and grinding my hips against his fingers, “Atta girl, doing such a good job.”

I don’t hold back, moaning out loud and tilting my head to the side so he can kiss my neck. He shakes his hand free and pulls my underwear to one side, sinking two fingers inside me and pumping them in and out, “Just relax, let me take care of you.”

It’s been so long since anyone has touched me like this and it feels incredible, the sounds he kisses me, swallowing the sounds I make as his fingers rub over the sensitive spot inside me that my ex always claimed didn’t exist. It’s not long before I’m moaning louder, bucking my hips to meet his hand as his fingers move in and out of me. I run my fingers through his hair with my good hand and pull at the root as I cum for the first time in too long, watching as he slowly brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, “Feel better now?” I can’t form words just yet so I nod and smile, resting my head against his chest as I giggle to myself for letting this almost stranger do that for me.

He lets me have my moment, stroking his hand up and down my back and kissing the top of my head, “This might be the quietest you’ve been since I crashed into your life, if I knew all it would take was an orgasm I’d have been on my knees from the beginning.” That makes me laugh even more, the movement shooting shards of pain into my shoulder and causing me to wince. It didn’t go unnoticed and Frank was quickly helping me sit back in my seat, getting me a drink and making sure I was comfortable.

I didn’t miss the way he had to readjust himself as he stood and I bit the inside of my lip to stop the smug grin that was threatening to burst free. “You know Frank if you need to sort yourself out the shower is all yours.” He turns and flips me off, shaking his head and heading to the kitchen, I might have to keep him around for a little while longer.

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Sam and Bucky have been moping since you started dating around. You think you've finally figured out why they seem so affected by it, but once you go to confront them, you find the two of them... together 😉