Hide and Seek 🔪
Pairing: Kidnapper/Stalker James Barnes x Fem Reader
Wordcount: 4.2K
Summary: James Buchanan Barnes fell in love with you the second he saw you. Of course is first instinct was to kidnapp you to make you his.
Warnings: Smut, If you like it risky and spolier free just start reading. If you want a save read look at the tags! 😇 (Please be aware, his ones pretty fucked up) No use of Y/N.
The day started out so great. You picked your favourite outfit. You got praised at work and there was a new book waiting for you at home. All of that changed in the matter of seconds. You know it was reckless stupid even to choose the shorter route through the sparsely lit park instead of the crowded main street.
What you can’t know is that he would have also got you today without a matter of which way you chose. Today would be the day he would bring you home, to him and nothing could have stopped him.
Now your wrist and ankles are bound to a folding chair, your skin already hurting such as your lower back. When he took off the blindfold you were in shock. You expected an old, pervy man, an outlaw maybe but not him. The man in front of you was handsome, an easy 10/10.
A little bit of stubble, big hands, black hair damn, the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. If he had flirted with you at a bar like a normal person you definitely wouldn't have said no.
He plays with a short knife probably trying to scare you so you put on your best show.
"Angel you’re perfect, you know that?"
"But- but Sir you don’t know me we never met before- You have the wrong girl."
"Ssh, everything will be alright." He comes closer and you press harder into the chair. The cologne he’s wearing floods your senses entirely. Sandalwood, leather and a thin note of citrus. You have to repress the urge to lick over your lips, you’re rather batting your eyelashes at him.
He places the end of the blade under your chin, forcing you to look up at him, what a view, you notice the grey streaks in his hair.
"I will give you everything you want, angel, as long as you love me, as long as you stay mine."
You manage to press out a single tear and he puts the knife down. His hand caresses your cheek with his thick, warm, calloused fingers.
"Please don’t cry. I just love you so much I will make everything perfect, for you, for us." His face is coming closer to yours. He's puckering his pink lips. When the soft skin brushes yours you take the chance.
It hurts so fucking much, the both of you. He stumbles back all the way to the other end of the basement. When he is back to his senses and realizes what you just did he clenches his fists, his eyes wide.
"You will not treat me like that." You wait until he is in arms reach for you again, you stand up and hit him with one of the legs from the chair, right into his head.
With him laying unconscious on the ground you have all the time in the world. You use the knife to get rid of the ropes. You're pretty sure the basement is locked so you search for keys, they are in one of his pockets together with his phone.
You switch off the GPS and take it with you, then you run. As fast as you can, as far as your legs carry you. Someone picks you up and drives you to the next police station. You fill out a report, you tell them that you don’t remember the address, you don’t mention that you have his phone.
Back in your apartment you take the longest shower of your life while his phone is charging. In bed you start to scroll. Messages first, his first name is James, last name barnes, he has a few friends they rather meet in person instead of chatting.
He has zero social media, maybe he on some kind of detox trip. Then you end up in his gallery. After a couple of pictures with his friends, cute, you find pictures of yourself.
At the grocery store, on the way to work, your local bar and at home. The latter is what excites you the most. Some of them are pretty casual, you just chilling on the couch or cooking dinner. The ones from under the shower and in your bed are something else. None of them are rushed; it looks like he put some effort into them, almost professional.
It is then and there that you decide to put matters into your own hands. Some part as a revenge, the other part simply because you want to see those glacier blue eyes again. Still you pull all the blinds in your apartment shut.
Two months have passed. He probably was too scared to even leave his house, thinking that any second the police could knock on his door.
You're across your regular bar when you see him sitting at the counter nipping on a bottle of beer. Jackpot.
You plan for the next week at the same time and to your luck he is there again. You don’t go inside yourself, that would be stupid, no, you have a plan.
The woman sits down right next to him offering him some light small talk and he takes the bait. She laughs from time to time, he nods politely then she drops the bomb. That she is here because she has a date with you and he nearly chokes and his beer. He seeks out the bathroom and she does what you paid her for.
As discussed with her beforehand she asks him if he could go outside with her so she can smoke a cigarette. She heads back inside pretending she forgot something and leaves through the backdoor. James now stands outside in the cold, in the way he is swaying you can see that the roofies are working.
With your head facing the ground you approach him, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me Sir, I’m looking for a friend, have you seen her?" Utterly horror is written all over his face, he probably can’t believe that you would willingly go near him.
"What is it James? Two months ago you confessed to me that I am the love of your life and now nothing? Not even an hello?" The fact that your saying his name lets all the color disappear from his face. You know that he can’t talk right now.
"You and I will have so much fun together James." And with that his eyes roll back and his body collapses, you catch him before he can hit the ground, he is heavy but you manage. You throw his arm over your shoulder and walk him the short distance to your apartment.
When he wakes up he is the one bound to a chair, you have to use chuffs since you don’t know how to properly tie a rope. You can’t make out his expression. It changes every other second that is simply because of everything in this world he wouldn't have dreamed that things would turn out, like this.
At first you just observe, he recognizes that he is in your apartment when his brain is fully working again he tears at the cuffs.
"Ssh ssh James you will just hurt yourself." You make your way over to him, you bend down and let him look at your neckline, you choose this outfit only for him afterall.
"Listen, I will take the gag out and you will not make a sound alright? I have pretty nosy neighbors and you don’t want them to find out that a strong man like you simply got outgamed by an innocent girl like me do you?" His eyes are speaking and you take the fabric out of his mouth.
"Crazy bitch!"
You give him a good slap across his beautiful face not letting his behaviour slide. "What? I am the crazy one? Do you remember what happened two months ago? What you did to me? What you wanted to do to me?"
"I just wanted to give you a good life! I just wanted to take care of you!"
"Oh what an honorable man you are. You know what is the sad part James? If you would have just asked me, I had said yes. I mean have you ever looked into a mirror?"
You walk away and come back with a kitchen knife. "Be careful with that Angel." Manic laughter escapes you. "Oh I will be. Let me return the favour and take care of you now." You put the gag back into his mouth. While you open his belt you never break eye contact. You pull his pants down till they fall to his ankles then you get comfortable on his knee. "I will now give you something that you will never forget. That can keep you company when you start to miss me."
You position the blade and begin to cut. He squirms and shuffles under you but you don’t care, that also counts for his muffled screams. At one point it becomes a little annoying so you grip him firm by his chin. "God stop whining like a baby I’m not going to kill you and I’m almost done okay?" The sounds become quieter and you go back to work.
Five minutes later you admire your art work, his initial right next to yours circled by a heart. You feel his muscles loose and you pat him on the cheek. "I'm not done with you James, the fun has only begun."
His adamsapple shifts and his body tenses again. Slowly you work your hands downwards pulling his briefs down revealing his cock and oh boy will you have fun. You wink at him and you knee down. You start with short kitten licks just on the tip then you cover his entire length in salvia. You shouldn't do it but you can’t hold yourself back, you want to hear him falling apart so you take the gag out. When you take him all the way into your mouth you're sure he is breaking the soundbarrier.
It's when you start to bob your head up and down the tearing on the cuffs starts yet again mixing guttural moans and bitten back screams. You take your sweet time with him. You could finish him off in four to five minutes but you want him to suffer. The next time you look up you see tears pooling in the corner of his eyes. "God please let me- let me come please I can’t do this anymore." You let go of him to huff. "We both know that you don’t deserve this but you know what since I’m in a good mood." You pick up pace, hollow your cheeks and it takes him not even a full minute until you feel his hot, thick cum flooding down your throat. You suck at his tip for a last time and he screams out again.
In the motion of pulling his pants back up you let your finger stroke over his pulsing and recovering flesh then you bring it to his mouth together with your tongue. Letting him taste everything he gave you today at once. When your lips part there is nothing but admiration on his face, that is until the distant sound of police sirens echoes through the streets.
"Do you hear that? They are not coming for you, they are coming because of you." You take some steps back to get some proper distance between the two of you then you throw the keys for the cuffs into his lap. He manages to free himself and you throw him his phone too. "You should be more careful with your stuff, there are crazy people out there."
He is limping over to you and you brace yourself for the worst yet you just met with his tender lips on yours. A hard knock on the door lets the both of you jolt. "Ma’am is everything alright in there?" James doesn't seem too bothered "We are not done Angel." With a last stolen kiss he escapes through the kitchen window.
You take a deep breath and open the door.
"Oh god Officer! He was here, in my apartment. He wanted to do the same thing again but you put him to flight, he left through the bathroom window."
When James was back at home he sat down and did nothing for an hour. He needed to process what just happened. His mind wanders back to you. To your hands on his skin, your devilish smirk. The thought of your tongue is what ultimately gets him to discharge his clothes to the floor.
With one hand he starts to jerk himself off with the other he traces over your "Artwork" as you called it. He presses down to feel the pain and his hips buck into his hand. He comes with your name slipping from his lips, making a mess all over himself.
Thinking he is all done for today he reaches for his phone, in a matter of seconds his blood rushes down again. You left him some very explicit pictures as a souvenir. In one you're straddling his lap while he is still unconscious.
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To your protection it was ordered that you got a special ponder you could attach to your keychain or bag. With a single press a silent emergency call would be sent. You didn't put much mind to it, to keep the act up you fling it into the depths of your everyday bag.
It wasn't your fault really. After sundown your body was in great need of your favourite chocolate which you ate the rest of two days ago.
You could have at least been smart enough to not walk too close to the parked cars. Maybe you just seeked the thrill. The big hand over your mouth gives him away immediately. With a rough pull on your hair he yanks you into the backseat of his car.
With the grip on your mouth already fading you want to face him with a sarky comment the sound of the trigger lets you forget about that instantly.
"No James you wouldn’t-"
"Are you sure about that Angel?"
The gun shoots up resting right between your eyes.
"I should kill you for what you did to me."
"Likewise James."
His hand wraps around your throat with enough pressure to deny the air streaming into your lungs.
"But you didn't, pretty girl. I wonder why that is?"
He lets go of your neck, you can already feel the bruises forming. His hands wander all the way down to the hem of your dress while the cold metal stays where it is.
Slowly he reached up between the soft skin of your tights until he found his target. You squirm just the tiniest bit and he presses the gun harder into you.
“Hold still. I’m just checking in on you." In a swift motion he pushes your panties to the side, thrusting in his thick middle finger without warning.
You can command your body to hold still but a loud moan slips from your lips.
"Knew you would be all warm and ready for me angel. Now hold still while I get us even."
You're not sure if this can be called getting even. There is no way that you made him feel like this. The hand that sits on your tight grabbing just with the right pressure. His beard will definitely leave a burn on your sensitive skin and you can't wait to feel him for days.
Maybe he made a deal with the devil or something his mouth works some wicked magic on you. He’s not hesitant, doesn't hold back. Lapping at you like he’s been starving for years if not decades. It's when he pulls you closer by the hips, his nose buried in your folds, your hands fly into his hair for support and he lets you.
At the same moment you feel that his grip around the gun loosens and you take the opportunity, sticking your tongue out, guiding the gun to your mouth.
When he notices your head movement he stops to look up at you. His eyes shining like stars, a smirk on his face. Little droplets of your juices sticking to his beard.
"You're a sick girl you know that?"
“Said the psychopath." He licks over his teeth and goes back to work only to push you against the closed door, the barrel hitting the back of your throat. The choking noise amuses him and you feel his laugh vibrating through you.
He pushes two fingers inside you and you see stars behind your fluttering eyelids, your fingernails scratching the leather underneath you.
He discharges the gun to the floor pulling you into a deep allconsuming kiss letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
You can see his eyes darken and you get a feeling of what he wants to do next, him hastily opening the belt holding his jeans up.
"Let's start with the real fun." But you can just laugh and this time it sends a shiver down his spine knowing fully well you're up to something.
"You can laugh all you want angel. I will fuck it out of you."
You let the ponder dangle up in the air, shock written all over his face. You lean forward, sultry whispering into his ear.
"You better run big bad wolf." As soon as the blue lights flood the parking space he is gone.
Back at his home one of the lamps shatters on the floor. A chair flies through the room and hits the wall. He is furious, he let himself get lost in you and now they have his car, his fingerprints, his DNA.
He takes a deep breath now every second counts. He packs everything he needs and wants to keep, charges his phone and leaves the house without a last look. He is coming to get you if you want it or not.
It was a little unfortunate to say the least. The police department declared that it would be best if one Officer guards your door promising that they will find this "Bastard" within the next 48 hours. You however couldn't care less while packing your suitcase.
Your eyes fell on the clock from time to time wondering how long it would take him. He is probably getting a new car first. When the clock ticks midnight your heart stings a little. Maybe he had enough of you, maybe you played with him too much.
This thought is fast forgotten when you hear the officer standing outside your door, shouting "Stop! Stay right where you are!" You have to act quick.
You take one of the kitchen knives with the shorter blades, open the door from inside. James eyes are instantly on you taking in your posture. Next you use all the strength you have in your right arm to yank the knife into the side of the officer's neck.
The aftermath is immediate, choked breaths and spilled blood. The officers drop to the floor and you drag him inside your apartment James helping you by pushing the man at his feet.
A few seconds later only yours and James panting can be heard. You look down at yourself, your clothes and your hands covered in blood and James also got a good bit on himself.
"You killed him." You shrug. Then it all happens so fast. He scoops you up from the floor and carries you to the bed, lips never parting yours, he holds you so tight like he is afraid that you're nothing but a dream.
When you two reach the bed he becomes aware of the fact that you are indeed pretty real. He throws you into the white soft sheets which stain immediately then he takes a second to take you in fully.
"I knew you are perfect for me fuck you killed that man without batting an eye.” You try to sound as innocent as possible lips in a pout. "He would have killed you, you know how brutal the police can be."
He discharges his heavy leather jacket to the floor unbuttoning his shirt, gods when does this man have time to work out? Next his belt and with it his pants and boxer a sight you will never get tired of that is for sure.
Slowly he crawls closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. He stills right before your face, takes your blood covered hand and moves it to his mouth. The one deliberate lick sends goosebumps from your scalp all the way down to your toes.
"Fucking Psycho."
"Oh you will."
Your clothes get torn off without an ounce of sympathy for the fabric. When you're bare naked under him he needs a second again while his hard cock twitches and leaks with precum. Then he attacks your neck and you scream, teeth digging into your sensitive skin, his hot breath an inch to your ear.
"I own you pretty girl, how do you want me to fuck you hm?"
"I thought you learned that I’m not a fragile flower James?"
He can not hold back a snarl at your eagerness. "Are you sure pretty girl? I’m not going to be gentle with you once I start."
"Do you still really think I’m a girl that longs for gentleness?" With a devilish smile he turns you on your stomach and yanks your hips up with force.
"God's help me or rather you angel" With that he pounds into you, without warning without prep all the way in and you wouldn't want to have it any other way.
He keeps the brutal pace, his fingers so deep in the flesh of your hips you can already feel new bruises forming. "Fuck, you feel so good around me dirty girl," the smack to your ass is a pleasent sting. "I thought about it, you know. What I could do to you as revenge."
He is talking about that present you craved into his thigh and your breath starts to hitch. "I thought about craving my full name James Buchanan Barnes on your lower back, right above your pretty ass." The next smack is way harder and nearly lets you fall forward but you get a hold of yourself.
"Then I thought maybe a branding would be nice somewhere where everyone could see it." This time the smack is so hard your head falls into the pillows he leans down to your ear, his thrusting deeper now but not as frantic as before.
Involuntarily you start to gasp and he begins to coo into your ear. "I will not hurt you like this pretty girl. I get it, I was an asshole, I clearly deserved it."
"Yes you did-" He yanks at your hair when you hear the blade spring free from his pocket knife your gasping raises.
He pokes the skin of your upper arm up with the tip and drags it down with precision. Instead of a scream a deep guttural moan slips out of you, then his mouth sucks at the spot and you whine.
"Jeez, I just wanted a taste. You are such a fucked up girl." He lets go of you and continues his pounding from behind.
"That's why I decided I will just ruin you over and over again. And every time the bruises and scars start to fade I will give you new ones. What does that sound like, hm angel?"
His fingernails dig in a straight line from your shoulders down to your as and you arch your back with the touch.
"Fuck yes James, please."
"Yeah, that's what I thought, dirty bitch." Yeah maybe you're a little sensitive to that word because suddenly the drowsiness wears off and gets replaced with hot and boiling anger. The element of surprise is on your side when you twist your legs and throw him onto his back.
As you lower yourself on his cock your hands press around his throat, hard. You roll your hips with every word.
"Listen here you little maniac. I can be anything but I will not be your fucking bitch! If you ever try to do something like in the basement it will be you pooling in your own blood, understood?"
The "Yes Ma'am" coming out of his mouth is pressed, his fingernails dig into your hips as if his life depended on it. You wait shortly before his eyes roll back into his head to let go.
You don’t grant him a real break though you changed from sensually rolling your hips to bouncing up and down. In rhythm he thrust up from beneath and hit so deep you start to see stars.
"God angel please tell me your on birthcontrol." You nod frantically as you both approach your highs, his hot cum shooting in thick ropes while your muscles tense and let go sending you into total bliss.
He cups your face in both his hands pulling you down, prepping you in kisses "I love you so much angel please, don’t leave me again."
You let yourself fall on him. After some time he takes the word again, his voice heavy.
"Sooner or later they will come." You prep yourself up on one elbow. "I know, that's why I packed my suitcase." You point into its direction.
"Are you sure about that?"
"James, I just killed a police officer. My DNA is all over his dead body. I don’t want to rot away in jail, or worse."
"I would never let that happen." You give him a kiss on the tip of his nose. "I know James, so where do you want to go?"
Suddenly he stands up and reaches to the floor, slipping into the pocket of his pants, next holding up two flight tickets.
"What do you think about Lima, angel?"
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