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steffiam · 8 months ago

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Big bad Wolf

Summary: you got kidnapped by Zemo and after a little while Stockholm syndrome hits🤷‍♀️

Warnings: implied smut, but no description

Pairing: Zemo/reader, no use of Y/N

A knock on the wooden door made you shift your focus from the book you were reading to the man that had held you captive for a few months now.

He closed the door gently but didn't move further into the room. Instead, he folded his hands behind his back and looked at you.

He had scrunched his long coat a bit while bringing his hands back. That left his upper body and the gun holster he had strapped around his chest area on full display.

Maybe a sign to remind you, that he still had the upper hand.

But his eyes told you differently.

Something had shifted since you last talked to him a few days ago.

The arrogant way, he had held himself was completely gone, had left piece by piece over the past weeks.

Sorrow and regret had laced themselves into his brown eyes as he opened his mouth to speak.

"You are free to go."

The words fell into the silent distance between you.

You simply lacked of words.

"I made a mistake by taking and keeping you here. I regret deeply and apologize for my actions."

He gestured to the door.

"Feel free to leave when you are ready.

Oeznik will take you anywhere you want."

He sounded defeated.

You finally put the book aside. Your hands started trembling.

You didn't want to leave.

Call it Stockholm syndrome if you want, but after countless hours of talking and even laughing with him, you were given the chance to get to know him. And you liked the man that had come to the surface.

He reached for the handle to leave the room as you finally found your voice.

"Wait."

He let go of the door like it burned him and turned to face you.

"Yes, my dear?"

"What if I... don't want to leave?"

You came to your feet to close the distance between you.

Face to face with your kidnapper.

He was confused, his head lightly tilted to one side.

"Come again?"

"I said I'm not leaving."

You looked in his brown eyes.

"There are things that i need to say and .... do, things I would regret if I left them behind."

You gently rest your hands on the leather straps of his holster.

"What would that be, my dear? What would be more important than returning to the people who care about you?"

His voice was a mere whisper, as was yours.

"You talk about the same people that didn't even looked for me?"

Your left hand followed the strap up to his shoulder, then slowly up his neck and over the stubble on his check.

He closed his eyes for a split second, and you could see his Adams apple move as he swallowed hard as he tried to hold his composure.

"What is it then, you want to say and do?"

His eyes bored into yours as he opened them again.

"Let me stay, so I can show you."

You rose to your tip toes to press your lips gently to his for a chaste kiss.

Harmless.

No tongue, no teeth. Just a short contact of your both lips. Before you pulled away.

It felt so good. Better than every dream you dreamed for weeks about this moment.

He was frozen solid in front of you. Eyes closed as he took another deep breath to calm himself.

"Shouldn't have done this, dear. I'm the bad guy in this story. The big bad wolf if you want to say.

Leave, before it's too late.

For both of us."

"If you are the Wolf. I'm red riding hood.

She didn't feared the Wolf. And was later consumed by him.

I trust you not to hurt me, when you consume me..."

You paused as you decided how to address him.

"...Helmut."

That sealed your fate. He gripped you at both sides of your face, thumbs on your cheekbones and the rest of his hand wrapped around your neck, to pull you closer and kiss you with want, passion und lust.

You willing obeyed and opened your mouth the let his tongue in. He let out a moan as you granted him access.

He backed you up until your calves met the bedframe.

You broke the kiss to orientate yourself for a moment and to take one breath of fresh air.

He looked so pretty like this, hair tousled and cheeks covered in a light pink.

"Everything all right my dear? If you changed your mind... run. Run as fast as you can and hope I won't catch you. Because now, that I know how you taste, know how you feel under my hands and that I heard these pretty noises you make... I can't let you go."

You saw a fire in his eyes, you never saw at a man's face before. The want in his eyes made your knees weak,

With another peek to his lips, you changed your both positions. Now he was standing with his back to the bed and you in front of him.

You brought your hands back to his chest before you slightly pushed him. Zemo followed your nonverbal order willingly.

"I do not fear you, Helmut Zemo. And I'm not running.

How often do I have to tell you that I want to be here. Want to be kissed by you, touched by you.

Fucked by you."

He closed his eyes and groaned silently.

"Let's go to my room then. Here are...", he gestured around the room with his hands.

He looked very uncomfortable as you brought up his secret.

"Cameras? I know.

I know exactly where they are. Where to sit while reading a book, where to drop my towel after I took a bath. And where to lie down while touching myself.

Imagining it is you.

I want to stay here. In this room. In this bed. Where your cameras can record everything."

You lifted your shirt over your head to throw it away.

"Like they recorded our first kiss,"

gone were your trousers.

"I want to record the first time you see me bare in person,"

gone was the bra. You saw him clenching his fist into the bed, like he needed to anchor himself.

"Want to see the look on your face when you touch my skin,"

Only in your panties you started to undress him. Shoes and socks. Then you let your hands wander up, up until you reached the collar of his coat to push his arms out and unbuckle his holster. Then back down until you could snake your way under his shirt.

"Want to record the first moans when I touch you..."

He let out a ragged breath.

His shirt gone. And you worked on his belt and trousers.

"The expression on my face when you enter me",

The only piece of clothing left were his briefs. You laced your fingers in the hem of the boxers as your last sentence left your lips while pushing the fabric down. The last barrier that separated his hard dick from your sight.

"The time you ruin me for every other man"

He snapped and had you pushed into the plush mattress as he kissed, bit and sucked his way from your neck to your drenched panties.

You felt a sharp sting as he teared the fabric apart to discard it careless somewhere.

As much as he was tempted to taste the glistening wetness between your legs, he was to desperate to wait a moment longer to burry himself deep into you.

"You are a minx, my dear. You bewitched me, didn't you..."

"I have many talents, but bewitching someone's mind isn't one of them. I want you, you want me", and closer to his ear, you whispered, "ruin me, big bad wolf. I'm all yours."

#baron zemo #marvel #reader insert #helmut zemo

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steffiam · 9 months ago

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Fade out, fade in

just a little sweet, panicy something set during the first episode of season 6.

Charles Emerson Winchester III x Fem!reader, Hawkeye PiercexFem!Reader, just something sweet, no warnings, Reader insert, no use of YN

You opened the swamp's tent door, still in your class A's from travelling back from your R&R in Seoul.

You just want to drop off the requested items you picked up for both the man before you would head over to the office and report back to Colonel Potter. And handing him the scotch you bought at the PX for him, as thanks that he had let you leave so quickly and rushed without asking further questions.

Questions why you dropped the clamp in OR as Radar announced the name of the temporary replacement for Burns. Why the hell you didn't wanted to meet the one and only Charles E. Winchester. And you were beyond grateful for that.

"Hey guys," you announced your arrival cheerfully, truly happy to be back again. "How are you? You survived all three days with Winchester? Or did he leave some scratches on your ego, Hawk?", you grinded over at the black-haired surgeon who had a Martini glass at his lips and sent you a side eye.

"Nice to have you back, Sunny", BJ said as he gave you a side hug due to his own martin glass in the other hand.

"Medical journal for BJ," you said as you started to dig through your satchel and handed him the brown paper envelope, " and a little plush panda for Erin." "I didn't order that," he said. "I know, but I couldn't resist him. He's so cute. Let me spoil your little girl", you smirked at him as you tossed the plushie over to him.

"Thanks," he pecked your cheek before placing the animal in his footlocker to send it out with the next package addressed to Frisco.

You turned your attention over to Hawkeye, who had emptied the glass and bounced excited on his cot. Like a little boy. You reached for the other envelope, on which you hand scribbled "Hawk".

"I never ever going to take requests from you again, Pierce. That's embarrassing to buy, especially as a woman."

"You really bought them? I thought you would chicken out in the last moment." "I almost did, but with a little liquid courage, I managed to buy them. But never ever again, my friend."

"I would have let you off the hook if you would have just told us what all the panic around that name meant." "Let me keep some secrets from you both, will you? And since he is already gone by now, I can keep that secret for another time."

They both exchanged a look and mischievous grin. A grin that you saw often enough, and the one you don't like to see.

" What?"

"Nothing, just having a little secret ourselves", BJ casually said while unpacking the journal.

You gave them both a side eye, not liking the whole situation. As much as you liked the two surgeons, you also knew whenever to mistrust them. They were up to something.

"Whatever, if you excuse me, I have to report back to the colonel and hand him the little thanks I bought him." You held up the wrapped bottle and made your way out of the swamp.

Both men had dropped their things to follow you. You didn't like that. They were up to something.

You entered Radar's office only to find it empty. But from the Colonels office emerged hissed voices. It took you a second to sort out the two different people.

One was Colonel Potter, a very angry Colonel, just to say. The other one, oh no, belonged to the one person you didn't want to meet. The one man, your mother, and stepfather wanted you to marry. The fiancé you ran away from, hours before the official engagement party had been held.

You froze in tracks and made a sharp turn on your heel only to be met by two doctors with shit eating grins that blocked your way out to the compound.

"Let me out, guys. please." You tried to squeeze through a little gab between them to reach freedom. Your heart was beating in panic. Every second that passed could be one too much. The door could open any moment and force you to deal with stuff you left behind two years ago.

"No way, sweetheart. Only if you tell us." Hawk looked down at you. Confident as ever, since he clearly held the upper hand.

"No." You pushed again, without chance.

"Please? I cover your tabs in the O club for one night?"

"Tempting but no", BJ said.

You squirmed in panic as you heard footsteps in the office, and recognised that the talking stopped.

"Shit," you muttered and looked at the only other escape route through Post Op.

You placed the paper wrapped bottle next to Radars typewriter and made a sprint for the door before both men could react.

You made it to the door, even managed to open it halfway as Colonel Potter's voice made you stop in your tracks.

"Ah, Lieutenant, I see you are back from R&R?" You turned and saluted to him.

"Yes, Sir. I didn't want to interrupt your meeting and report back at a later time. Thank you again for the leave. A little thanks for you." You went over the desk to pick up the bottle again, holding it out to your Colonel.

He unwrapped it and smiled warmly at you.

"Thank you very much, Lieutenant"

He twirled the bottle in his hands, not thinking of dismissing you anytime soon. Hawk and Beej could feel and see your discomfort and the urge to flee. But the weren't any help, and just heard them whispering and giggling at the door.

"Colonel, would you excuse me, please? I would like to get changed out of my Class As. I have post Op duty with Dr. Pierce in half an hour.", you tried as polite as possible.

"Not with me, Sweets", Hawkeye said. You turned to them. "BJ then?" "Nope", he shook his head, grinning from ear to ear, like Pierce. You already knew the answer as you asked, "Colonel Potter?", and the man in question shook his head equal to the men before.

The three men had been plotting together, just because they wanted to know. Damn them.

"The Doctor in question would be me, Lieutenant. I'm afraid we haven't met yet. Major Charles Emerson Winchester, the 3rd."

Slowly you turned around to face him. He hadn't recognized your voice yet. Or maybe he hadn't cared enough to try. Due to the sharp tone, you had heard earlier he clearly didn't want to be here.

"I think we know each other well enough, Charles." But noteless you grabbed the offered hand. Politely accepting his offer.

He just looked at you, like he just saw a ghost, but held onto your hand. After he collected his well-mannered behaviour, he brought your knuckles up to his lips to press a feather light kiss to them.

"What a pleasure for sore eyes, my dear. Now this place got a little more bearable."

That was not what you expected as a reaction from him and neither from yourself. Instead of having a panic attack you just accepted your fate. He didn't seemed to be angry at you for breaking the engagement of the year, of Boston's upper class. Or that you brought him and his family in the situation of explaining why the wedding was cancelled.

But he would bring it up, surely, he would. You knew him that well.

You felt the stares of the three men burning in your back. Expecting something. But you wouldn't give them the satisfaction of revealing your secret yet.

"If you all excuse me now, I go change, as I said, to be in time for duty with Major Winchester." "let me accompany you to your tent, dear." "Thank you, Charles", you said polite as you exited the office through the door, he held open for you, like the Gentleman he was raised.

As you were out of hear range from the other man he asked, "This is it? You left Boston and all the comfort that could had been yours for this... garbage dump?"

Ah, he was bitter. Even after two years. You hurt his Ego by running away.

"Yes, I did leave for that. And believe it or not, I think I'm happier here than I would ever have been in Boston." His answer was a sarcastic huff.

"How could you be happy here? Its dirty, dangerous and so far from civilisation, it's a wonder these people here wear proper clothing."

He hurted you with that. These people were your family, you came here almost at the beginning, just three months after Hawkeye had reported for duty at the 4077th. This place merged into a home over time.

"These people you are talking about, had become my family. So, stop bickering, Charles."

"Your family, pff, your real family is sitting in Boston, not knowing where you are. Just knowing that you made the stupid decision to join the Army nurse corps.", he hissed through gritted teeth.

"Yes, I didn't said where I was going to be assigned, because I know how people like you would react. Writing letters and making calls to the so important people they know to get me transferred back to the states, as close to home as possible. And I didn't want that. And you are wrong. one person knew where I was."

"And that would be?"

"Honoria knew. I got a letter from her just before I left for Seoul." "My own sister kept a secret from me?", he was really surprised.

"Yes, I needed someone that wouldn't turn me in. And I trust her with my life. Thats my tent, if you excuse me now, Major." You opened your tent door as he bid his goodbye for now. You would see each other in about 20 minutes and had to life through a 6-hour shift together. You only hoped that Kelly or someone other from your bunkmates would have duty with the pair of you.

Charles had strolled away in the swamp's direction, and you gave him one last look. His face had turned in a slightly red, as he was clearly upset. It would take time to settle that with him, that for sure. With a look back at office door, you saw the, now not so happy looking, faces of Potter, Hunnicutt and Pierce. Clearly, they watched the little argument you had with Charles.

You gave them a last glance as you wiped a tray tear of your face, the last thing you saw before closing was Hawkeye mouthing "sorry".

The following shift ran smoother than you had hoped for. You made your handover rounds with Charles and Colonel Potter, who was on duty last. Charles polite as ever, holding his composure perfectly.

After you had been off duty your nerves were on the edge of bursting. You yearned for a drink but the Officers club was still closed and not to be open for another three hours. Your feet carried you automatically to the swamp to take a sip from still. You know you would run into Charles at the attempt of getting a drink but that was a risk you were willing to take.

And as you expected, he was already there lounging in his desk chair, cognac glass in hand. He looked up at you as you entered the Officers tent.

"Ah, I assume you came to apologise, my dear?", he asked with the self-sufficient grin on his lips.

You held your head high as you answered, "No, just seeking some company from this side of that tent", you gestured to the still's side, where a happy grinning Hawkeye sat on his cot, writing a letter to probably his father.

The horror on Charles face was priceless. That you preferred Hawkeye and his moonshine over his company and expensive liquor.

You ignored his gasps and let yourself plop down on the chair next to Hawks cot. "You mind if I pour myself a drink?" "Only if you refill mine, Sweets"

You both heard Charles suck in air at the nickname.

He reached over to place his glass on the table, whispering "we are sorry for cornering you", before sitting back on his bed. You just nodded.

After you handed him his martini glass, you said, "You get revenge for that, you know". "I know, cheers to that", he clicked your glasses together. The first sip burned down your throat just fine. You drank it that often by now, it barley bothered you by it strength.

You joked around and talked with Hawkeye, playing darts, and read through the last letter that Hawkeye's dad had sent. Pierce must have mentioned in his last letter that you had been down with the flu, like so many others.

His get well soon wish warmed you heart. You pressed a lipstick stain to his current letter to send it as thanks to Main.

But at some point, you had the urge to tell him what your fuzz was all about. You had been through hell together more often than you could count on your fingers. You alone volunteered to go to the Aid Station with him 5 times.

Sure, he had hit on you in your early time at camp, and you had been at the movies together a few times. And like all good dates ended, these ended with kisses. but nothing more. You two settled with a good, reliable friendship.

While nursing your third, and last drink, you knew your limits for that devil's brew, you looked over at Hawk who was playing solitary with the cards. Charles had left to take a shower a few minutes prior.

"You want to know what my panic was all about?" He stopped the card he wanted to place mid-air and looked over at your lightly flushed face. The alcohol made your cheeks burn in a deep pink.

"Sure, but only if you are content with sharing. don't feel pressured." "I want to. Should have done that earlier. But you have to promise me to keep it to yourself, OK?"

He looked at you wide eyed. "Ok, you can tell Beej, but no one else. I will explain my strange behaviour to the colonel myself tomorrow." Hawkeye looked relieved that he could at least share the news with their friend.

"My ears are all yours, go on Sweets", he scooted closer to your chair to capture every word that dropped from your lips. Such a sucker for gossip and News.

"As you know, I'm also from Boston. My mother married again after leaving my father. My stepfather is a wealthy fabricant from Boston's upper class. He tolerated that I wanted to go to nursing school after I graduated school. At some point my family even supported my decision, saying it would do me good to blow of the steam I had and learn something I can use later when I'm married and have children."

You sipped at your drink. Hawk just nodded.

"They started to get cranky when I applied for a job at the Boston general, instead of playing the nice, well-behaved debutante like they expected. So, I continued working at the hospital, even moved out of my family's home for a while. Until my stepfather and mother stood at my doorstep with the request that I should get married and they already arranged an engagement that fitted my status."

Hawkeye swallowed hard on his drink, almost spitting it out. He coughed hard and you petted his back.

"Better?"

he nodded.

"Good, and that fiancé, that I already knew, since we worked together at the hospital, was one Charles E. Winchester. I didn't think they would come up with him. Sure, our parents had good connections and all, but it didn't crossed my mind that they would choose him, alone due to the age difference we have. Nine years are nine years. "

"Why didn't you say no?"

"Thats not what was expected from me, sadly. Say yes, or be a disappointment to the family. Thats how it works, Hawk. I met with Charles a few times outside of work, for coffee, lunch or dinner. to get to know each other better, you know. At least I wanted to know the man I was going to marry. But shortly before our engagement party he made it very clear that he expected his wife to stay at home. like a good little wife, not one that was independent and working.

That was what I couldn't live with. I went to nursing school to help people, not to sit a to big home in Beacon Hill, with a bunch of children waiting for the glorious husband to come home in the evening.

Luckily, that day before the party an army recruiter came to the hospital asking for volunteers. I was the first one to sign that paper, went to the personal chef to quit my job and then the apartment, packed my stuff and left. I asked him to meet for lunchbreak to tell him in person, my parents had gotten a letter, explaining everything. Let's say, he wasn't a fan of being ditched. He was angry at me for leaving him. He couldn't understand why I was running away from all the wealth and easy living he had to offer. And especially running away to the army with a war going on."

You drowned the last of your drink and placed the glass at the table before leaning onto Hawks shoulder. He wrapped his free arm around your waist to pull you closer to his side.

"You understand why I didn't wanted to meet him? And now I'm stuck with him again. Maybe not engaged to him but forced to live with him here. Maybe I should apply for transfer."

"NO!"

"That was quick", you giggled.

"What is "NO"?", BJ asked as he strolled into the tent to take a break from duty.

"I'm confident Hawkeye will tell you soon enough Beej. I retire for the night. Night guys. Thanks for listening Hawk." you kissed his cheek before rising from his cot.

You didn't saw the light blush on his cheeks as you left the Swamp.

Charles was on his way back from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy robe and towel around his neck when he saw you leaning against Pierce's shoulder. He took a step back into the shadow of the next tent to watch and listen a bit longer. You looked so relaxed with that dirty rat of a man. You never had been like that back in Boston when he took you out for dinner to the finest restaurants the city had to offer. You were always quiet and reserved.

Maybe he had tried too hard to make you like him. He was well aware that the set engagement wasn't out of affection for each other. It would have been the connection between two wealthy families, even if you were just the stepdaughter of James Howard.

Maybe he was the one that should offer an apology. Asking for a transfer out was impossible for him, Colonel Potter made that clear. But he could try and make up for how he overreacted two years ago. He knew he had cornered you against the wall that evening, and you only chance out had been running away. But what else he should have done. His family expected that the future Mrs. Winchester stayed home and tended to the family and estate. He couldn't go against that. That where set rules.

He stepped even deeper in the shadow as he saw Hunnicutt coming over to their quarters. He didn't wanted to be caught as a creep, watching other people from the shadows.

As you said goodnight, he went back to make it look like he just was on his way to the tent. He saw you leaning in to kiss his cheek and it stung a little in his chest to see you sharing that little affection so easy with a man like Pierce. He never got a peek to the cheek like that. His had been always quick, and barely a contact of your lips with his skin. He wasn't in love with you, but he had been fond of you. He respected you; you had a sharp mind and were an excellent, hardworking nurse. It had been always a pleasure working with you. He even had let you ask questions from time to time while operating together. A privilege not many nurses had gotten, even before the marriage had been set.

You stepped back at the fresh air in perfect timing to run into the man you wanted to avoid. A mumbled "Goodnight Charles" was everything you got over your lips.

"Wait, please. I want to say something. "

You turned around to face him. He took your hands in his and looked down at you.

"I'm sorry." You blinked. An apology from Charles? That was a first.

"For what?" "For my outburst earlier, and for the way I treated you when you broke off the engagement. I shouldn't have been such a duchebag." "Such a word out of your mouth, Charles?", you laughed softly. "Yes, special occasions need special vocabulary. Do you think you can work with me?" "I think I can. We did before, didn't we? Apology accepted." "Colleges?" "What about friends, Charlie?" "Only if you never call me that again."

Maybe the Korean countryside would do him something good, take him back to the ground and real-world problems.

After all you liked him and he was a brilliant doctor.

"May I escort you to your tent, Lieutenant?" "You may, Major."

After arriving at your door for the second time together that day he even received the peek to the cheek he wanted all the time you spent together at Boston. A real kiss to his stubbled cheek.

"Goodnight, Charles." "Sleep well, my dear."

#charles emerson winchester iii #hawkeye pierce #reader insert #mash 4077

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