#kidnap au
Hello, everyone!
Here’s the first part of The Lone Wolf. I hope this is clearing up some unanswered questions, in the next few will be more flashbacks, which will explain everything.
I hope you enjoyed reading it.
This series was brought to you because someone who (thank God) doesn’t follow me on Tumblr, wanted me to write something nicefor him, but I also wanted to post something here, so you guys are getting a bit cleaner version.
I hope you’ll like it!!
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Summary: The Reader hadn’t seen nor heard from him in about five years. Her life is getting back on track (sure, she might be playing the role of fiance for her gay friend, but everything else is going great). She’s famous all across the world for being the only person to meet The Lone Wolf in his uniform, and live to tell the tale. There was so many people asking her about him, but she never said a word. She moved on, but the past seems to want to bite her in the ass.
Warnings for this part: Implied sex, edging, a bit of SMUT (fingering), lying, mentions of dominant!Bucky, some Language
Sometimes I wish I knew what had happened to him. I looked back at the building of the company, before continuing my walk toward the café I often frequented, Coffee Bean. Sitting down, I gave them the order, which had put me into that situation with him in the first place - Hot Chocolate with Marshmallows, chocolate crumbs and coconut, the drink I haven’t had in five years, not since May 2020.
That might not have been the warmest month I had encountered in my years, but it came with a lot of memories. Pleasant and unpleasant ones, but they are still some of the most memorable moments of my life.
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Rough hands gripping me tightly by the waist from behind, pulling me close enough so that I can feel a hard, throbbing length against my ass.
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Lips attacking my neck and leaving trails of hickeys. I couldn’t tell whether they were made out of possessive jealousy, or as a way to show me he actually cared about me, but they were there, dozens of hickeys all over my body…
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His hand grabbing me by the throat, before pulling me in for a rough kiss, which left me breathless and weak in the knees…
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“Honey, are you okay?”
“Huh?” I looked away from the window, as I was pulled out of my thoughts. The bright, blue, eyes of my ‘fiancé’ were in front of me. Steve and I have only been 'engaged* for two weeks, due to him needing a fake fiancé, because he didn’t have enough courage to tell his parents he’s actually gay. He was gorgeous, blonde, blue eyed, well-built and over six feet tall. Every girl’s wet dream, but not mine. “Oh, hey, love! I’m sorry I was thinking.”
“I could see that, honey.” He sipped on his coffee. How long had he been here? “I’ve been trying to grab your attention for the past 10 minutes.” He grumbled out, answering the question I didn’t even ask, while grinding his teeth. “A penny for your thoughts, darling?”
“It’s nothing, really. I was only remembering some things from my past.”
“Good or bad?”
“Both.” I said with finality in my voice, making it known that I don’t want to talk about that subject anymore.
“So it is true.”
“What are you talking about?”
“There was something between you and the lone wolf.” His voice was filled with some sort of venom, but it was, weirdly enough, calm, although, if you payed enough attention, you could notice that the anger was radiating off him in waves, his eyebrows were furrowed, and fists clenched idly at his side. I didn’t even know he knew of him. Most of the wolrd didn’t really care much about the people from Balkans, although, him being a famous, mysterious war criminal might have had something to do with it…
“I was someone he kidnapped once.”
“Is that all?”
“He also tortured me.” I told him the official story. No need to tell him the truth about the aforementioned torture, but his heated gaze didn’t falter.
Why does it seem like he knows something? He can’t know. No one can. It was all between me and him, and he disappeared off the face of the Earth five years ago.
He kept the staring game for a few moments, before his stare softened. “If you say so.”
“I do.” I took another sip of my Hot Chocolate, before I let out a sorrowful laugh. “I had this same drink a few hours before he took me five years ago, you know? I was afraid to drink it again. I thought it was some sort of a bad thing, but I got over it.” I always had this same drink, when I was talking to him, whether it was over the phone, or over a video-call, in person… He knew me like an open book. Since he hasn’t been around in five years, If he were alive, he would have contacted me by now. So I thought it was the time to move on and have it again. It hadn’t disappointed. “Damn, it tastes better than I remember.”
He hm-ed, before nodding for me to continue. His eyes were, somehow haunted. Which made me think something was extremely wrong, but this was Steve. Friendly-neighbourhood gay-man who didn’t want his parents to know he was gay, so he faked his engagement to me after two months of being my friendly gay best neighbour, and five years of being my (only) gay-best friend ….
“I had this one friend, Bucky. We had been friends, since my third/fourth year of high school, and I had been in love with him ever since I had seen. My friend needed my help. Apparently, he had been in trouble at the time.”
“What did he do?” He asked, deep in thought.His blue eyes deep in thought.
“I don’t know. I was talking to him on the phone, and then, someone had grabbed me, there was a cloth in my face. I had breathed in and everything went black. When I woke up, I was in my Grandfather’s abandoned house in our old village. Most of the old people have been sent to homes, and nobody lives there. My plan was to stay there for two weeks, alone, surrounded by acres of woods. The only person, other than my family, who knew where it was, was my best friend, Bucky. So, I assumed he allowed someone to kidnap me and have their way with me. I never saw a face, and never heard their voice, but I’ve heard the groans they made while they violated my body.” Lie, lie, lie and lie. He would never put me in any type of danger like that. Sure, he had, indeed kidnapped me, but he knew I had one of those fantasies when I was younger.
“Why are you saying they?”
“Because I’m uncertain whether it was a man or a woman. Yes, Steve, there is a possibility that The Lone Wolf is a woman, as well.” No there isn’t, but there’s no need for him to know that.
“I never even thought of that possibility…” He mumbled, seemingly mind blown, but I could tell he didn’t believe me. “So, that friend of yours…”
“I don’t like your tone. He was only my friend then, we hooked up a few times before that, though, three years after we’ve met.”
“So, your then-friend, betrayed you.”
“Yes. He left me with an animalistic person whose only purpose in life was to hide, and torture me.”
“How exactly did he torture you?”
“Any way you could possibly imagine, only twenty times worse…” That was true. He tortured me in any sexual way he could. From spanking, to bondage, through whipping and leaving hickeys all the way to edging me ten times before finally letting me cum, screaming for him in places where only animals could hear me, biting…If I mentioned any other man, I would get punished.
“How do you feel about The Lone Wolf?”
“I hate him so much.” For leaving me a hot mess, and after two wonderfully-spent weeks, disappearing into thin air. He only wanted to use me for sex just like all those times before…I loved him, through everything, but he never cared. He never loved me and now, five years later, I finally understood that.
“You really hate him so much?” His gaze was so intense, it made me remember a moment with Bucky.
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“I hate you, Sarge.” I cried, which was understandable since it was the sixth time he edged me so far. And I wanted to cum so badly. “Please, please, please, allow me to cum.”
“You hate me?” He asked, before pushing his finger into my slit once again and picking up the pace. Every word he said was slowly rolling off his tongue, his blue eyes were dark with lust, and there was a mischievous glint in them. “Why are you so wet, then, doll?”
“Please, please, please, make me cum”
“I asked you two questions, doll. If you answer them, I’ll think about it.”
“Fine, Sarge, I don’t hate you. I don’t think I could ever hate you and I’m wet because you make me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling for anyone.”
“And what are those things?” He asked, before licking my breast and putting another finger in, while his other hand played with my clit.
“I…” I was about to answer before the sensation I felt stopped me. “Please, Sarge…”
“You’re about to cum already?” He asked.
“N…”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Yes, Sarge. Now please…” I whined, he was picking up the pace, and I was surprised he had actually listened to me. I was right there. Only one push and I’d be getting the sensation I wanted to feel since he had started this…
“No…” I whined, as I felt him pull his finger out.
“Yes.” He said, kissing me roughly, before pulling me onto my wobbly feet. I couldn’t stand properly due to our…activities. He let out a self-satisfied laugh, before throwing me over his shoulder. “I’m going to help you take a shower.”
“I hate you…”
“I thought you could never hate me, doll.” I slapped him across his very lovely ass. He let out another, hearty laugh, before I felt a sharp pinch on my ass.
“You bit me!” I mumbled
“If you mess with the wolf, you’re bound to feel some consequences.”
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“I don’t know if I hate him completely. If it weren’t for him, I would have been dead, you know. He saved me.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well…” Think, think, think… “That winter, the wolves were running about the forest. We didn’t have any sheep, cows or pigs in any of the barns that year. Grandfather was in the home and Uncle couldn’t retire until the next year. So me and him were, practically, the only ones in the area at the time. It was plenty useful to have a deadly soldier there, or I would have been ripped apart by the actual wolves.” Again, a half-truth.
“So you don’t hate him?” He asked again.
“He had saved my life. I don’t think I could ever hate anyone, I think I only strongly dislike him.”
“Good. I’m so sorry about this, Y/N.” He said, his blue eyes filled with regret.
“What are you talking about, Steve?” I asked him, but his phone rang.
“Yes, buddy, you were right. She’s all yours now.“ He said, before hanging up. He gave me one, pointed look, before gesturing something. I had no idea what it meant, but I didn’t need to think about it. There was something on my mouth and my world went black. Deja-vu much?
Tags:@sebastian-stan-is-my-love@mississippifangirl @iheartsebastianstan @princessofdarkwinter @kiki5283
Hello, everyone!
I’m back, for now. And what’s a better way to return with than a new Bucky x Reader series?
This series was brought to you because someone who (thank God) doesn’t follow me on Tumblr, wanted me to write something nicefor him, but I also wanted to post something here, so you guys are getting a bit cleaner version.
I hope you’ll like it!!
————————————-
Summary: The Reader hadn’t seen nor heard from him in about five years. Her life is getting back on track (sure, she might be playing the role of fiance for her gay friend, but everything else is going great). She’s famous all across the globe for being the only person to meet The Lone Wolf in his uniform, and live to tell the tale. There was so many people asking her about him, but she never said a word. She moved on, but the past seems to want to bite her in the ass.
“Ma'am, could you tell us a little bit more about his relationship with you?”
“What relationship? He had kidnapped me and tortured me for two weeks. I’ve answered this question over an over and it hasn’t changed since the first time. I was kidnapped and tortured, then left alone, tied up, until my Uncle had found me. What kind of a relationship should that be put under, other than the captor-victim one, please enlighten me?” Dozens of people, mostly reporters, had been asking me the same question for five years, but I’ve never given them the true answer, I don’t think I could ever do that. Not to myself, not to my friend and fiancé (even if we were only engaged for the past two weeks as a plot for his family not to find out he’s gay), not even to him… That was the past I had been hiding from everyone. It was enough that they all knew I had something to do with him.Thank God they did not have any clue what that something really was, because it would start a whole new round of questions that I would never have the guts to answer, I could never betray him. Looking at the blurry picture of the hooded man made me remember everything I was trying so hard to delete from the hard drive that my mind is. I buried them deep inside, never caring about the fact that I knew I would still feel whatever it is that I felt for himthen, and hewould still be one of the few known war criminals of our modern age. Yet not a single one of them ever knew his name, they couldn’t even find his real face, or any data about himfor that matter. The only two things they knew about him,The Lone Wolf, as they deemed him, were the initials of his first and last name - JB, and that I was kidnapped by him on the day of hislast known crime.
Sometimes I wish I knew what had happened to him. I prayed to God he was still alive and kicking somewhere and that he had a great reason for being a stupid jerk, which was in character for him when it came to other people, but never when it came to me.
As I got out of the building of the company and headed toward the cafe, I could tell something was going to change today, I just didn’t have any idea what was coming… I’m Y/N Y/L/N and this is my story.
Tags: @sebastian-stan-is-my-love @mississippifangirl
NEW DARK!BUCKY SMUTTY SERIES IS COMING UP
Here’s a part of the Prologue for
The Lone Wolf
“Ma'am, could you tell us a little bit more about his relationship with you?” Dozens of people, mostly reporters, were asking the same question for ages, but I’ve never given them the honest answer, I don’t think I could ever do that. Not to myself, not to my fiancé (even if we were only engaged for the past two weeks as a plot for his family not to know he’s gay), not even to him… That was the past I had been hiding from everyone. It was enough that they knew I had something to do with him. Thank God they did not know what that something really was, because it would start a whole new round of questions. Looking at the blurry picture of the hooded man made me remember everything I was trying so hard to delete from the hard drive that my mind is. I buried them deep inside, never caring about the fact that I knew I would still feel whatever it is that I felt for himthen.And it would not change the fact thathe will always be one of the few known war criminals of our modern age. Yet no one ever knew his name. Not even hisreal face. The only thing they knew about him,The Lone Wolf, as they deemed him, were hisinitials-JBB.
Who’s up for it?
