#incorrect sharon carter

[skylarinfinity]

sharon: [try to introduce herself to m/n] hey, my name-

m/n: [back away and point his finger towards sharon] i don't need your fantasy woman!

sharon: [confused] what?

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel

[welovelouisandbucky]

Avengers Incorrect Quotes #idc

(y/n showing off their new fit)

Sharon: nice fit, where did you get it from?

Y/n, deadpan: your mom's closet

...

Y/n: can someone please help me?

Sharon, standing up immediately: here—

Y/n:nofuckoff. *Proceeds to limp to the room with broken rib and a stab wound*

J*hn, just existing:

Y/n and Bucky: and we took that personally.

...

Sharon accidently spills drink on Bucky's shirt.

Sharon: oh my- I'm so sorry

Y/n, lits lighter: don't worry I got this.

Sam: you're gonna burn the shirt?—

Y/n: who said anything about shirt?

Sam:oh okay... WAIT Y/N NO!

Cuts to scene Sharon running for her life.

[esmerxyaugusta]

nat: if the police come nothing ever happened here. *while eating spaghetti*

y/n: wait what!!?! *realises*

y/n: are we eating sharon?

nat: ...

y/n: the spaghetti is her blonde hair, the sauce is her blood and the meatballs is her flesh.... i dont want to eat anymore.....

nat: ...

[lokilaufeysonslove]

*Avengers celebrating Y/n’s birthday*

Tony: Okay Y/n, make a wish and blow out the candles.

Sharon: *walks in as you’re about to blow the candles and blocks one*

Nat: Oh, for god’s sake, Sharon!

Sharon: *smirking sarcastically* Oops, missed one. Now your wish won’t come true.

Steve: Seriously?

Bucky: Grow up already!

Y/n: *looking at Sharon dead serious* Lucky for you, ‘cause I wished you were dead.

Sharon: *smirk fading slowly*

Scott: Oh my god!

Steve: *trying not to laugh*

Peter: Wo-wow!

Nat: *smirking and staring down Sharon*

Loki: I like her!

Wanda: *staring daggers into Sharon* Unless you want it to come true, leave.

Clint:

Bruce:

Bucky:

Steve:

Nat:

Tony: Okay, this is a real warning here.

Sharon: *looks at Tony, then at Wanda, who’s about to commit a murder, gulps and leaves*

[incorrect-misfits]

Sharon: Earlier Lottie mentioned that her period was late

Sharon: And for a moment I was worried she was pregnant-

Sharon: Then I remembered we're lesbians

[toomanyincorrectquotes]

Sam: alright, give me your hairdryer

Natasha: what are you talking about?

Sam: don’t you carry a hairdryer in your purse?

Natasha: have you ever met a woman?

*later*

Sam: hey, sharon? do you carry a hairdryer in your purse?

Sharon: of course. i’m not an animal

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

Bucky: Ok. Could be worse.

Sam: How? How could this be worse?

Bucky: Eh, you could accidentally get your head caught in a helicopter door that flies you out over the ocean where it drops you straight into a pod of ravenous orca that rip you apart, leaving nothing but your bones for the hungry crabs in the inky depths at the bottom of the ocean!

Sam: Wow... I mean...

Sharon: Yeah, I'm... I'm not sure how to respond to that.

[widowlurker]

my favorite part of the internet is when people bully themselves/cut themselves off in varyingly violent ways

[whereireid]

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍 | masterlist

pairing: senator!steve rogers x fem!reader

⍟ — nsfw content ahead. soft!dom steve. married life. housewife kink. oral [f receiving]. degradation of reader.

Summary: Your husband, Senator Steve Rogers, has been acting strange recently. He makes it up to you after he catches you snooping.

You don’t want to snoop on your husband.

Honest, you don’t.

Sometimes, though, duty calls. It feels like a crime to be in Steve’s office, perched at his desk, attempting to hack into his computer.

You’ve tried three different passwords, now. The first, the name of your daughter, and her date of birth — BeauRogers2012. The second, your anniversary — 19October2007. And, finally, the name of the family dog — CooperRogers.

Nothing. There’s nothing. All to no avail, the screen lighting a shade of red with each incorrect guess, your lips tugging down into a frown as you try to pinpoint exactly what his password could be.

If it’s not Beau, and it’s not you, and it’s not the family dog… then what is it?

Your eyes scan his office, desperate for a moment of realisation. You want something to click, your eyes dragging from a photograph of him and Bucky, to the miniature American flag which sits on his desk.

That’s it.

107thInfantryRegiment.

The computer lets you in. Steve’s desktop background is a photograph of you, him and Beau — baby Beau, curled in her daddy’s arms, asleep, in a pumpkin patch.

You pause. You feel bad, snooping, hesitating as you stare at the pixelated desktop background.

You feel awful, but you have to know what he’s getting up to.

Your lips press together as you swallow away the tightness in your throat, dragging the mouse towards his emails. Before you press down, you hesitate — Steve has never given you a reason not to trust him.

Yet, you’re in, now. You might as well look whilst you’re there, and you’re glad that you do, because a particular name piques your interest as you snoop through his emails.

Sharon Carter.

Steve’s ex-assistant, although you’d always assumed she was more than that. She helped your husband climb to the position of Senator — she was his number one fan, more obsessed with him than you.

Your brows knit together. Steve had told you that him and Sharon no longer speak, as a result of her switching to the Republican to spite him. This — these emails, which go back for months — is unfathomable evidence that he’s been lying to you. Your throat feels cotton dry as you frantically scroll, unable to comprehend that they’ve been communicating for months without you knowing.

“What are you doing?”

Fear cracks through your body like a whip. You feel like a thin sheet of ice, cold flooding through your body as your eyes dart up from the computer screen, focused on your husband, who appears unamused by what he’s found.

“So, what are you doing?” Steve repeats when you don’t answer, his lips pursed as he stares at you. The suit he’s wearing is somewhat tight on his arms, and you can see his muscles flex beneath his clothes. “Be a big girl and use your words, honey.”

“You’re — you’re messaging Sharon Carter.”

His eyebrows quirk upwards in amusement. “You went through my emails,” he comments, “without my permission.”

“You’re messaging Sharon Carter,” you repeat, your voice coming out a whisper.

The look that he gives you is degrading. It’s a look of pity — his jaw ticks slightly as he cocks his head, his tongue darting over his plump, pink lips, leaving a glistening sheen in its wake. “And you’re going through my emails,” he reiterates, pushing himself off of the doorframe. “Without my permission.”

“Are you cheating on me?”

An amused expression flitters over Steve’s face as he approaches you. You feel timid in his chair, his large frame overbearing as he looms over you, the blue irises of his eyes impossibly sheathed by his black and blown pupils.

“Cheating?” He asks, beginning to lower himself to your height. You brows furrow in confusion as he kneels in front of you, his hands placing themselves on your knees. “No. Why? Did you think that I was?”

“Yes.”

“Liar,” Steve whispers from beneath you, your skin prickling with goosebumps as his fingers run over the pleated fabric of your skirt. “You just wanted to know what I’ve been doing.”

You push at Steve’s head, forcing him to look up at you. You frown, a twisted warmth pooling inside of your stomach as his hand caresses the plump flesh of your thighs. “Yeah. You’ve been doing her.”

He snorts. “If I wanted Barbie, I would’ve had Barbie.” His hand beckons your thighs apart, and you flush as his hums in content. “No underwear. Whore.”

Your face flushes with warmth. "That’s what you like, isn’t it?”

Steve grins, his fingers parting your folds softly, his knuckle pressing against your swollen clit. You try to kill the moan which climbs up your throat before it can slip past your lips, but it refuses to die. “Like music to my ears,” he comments, his stubble grazing your skin as he peppers deliberate kisses to your thighs, his tongue a cool stimulant to your hot skin, “you’re a naughty girl, you know? Going through my things and then getting all worked up over what you find.”

You can’t bare to look down at his smug face. His blue eyes twinkle as he gazes up at you, and you force your eyes shut, the delicious, dirty feeling of desire brooding inside of you. It pulls at your heart and burns wildly inside of you, only to be smothered by the feeling of his fingers gliding through your folds.

“Aren’t you going to tell me what you found?”

You shake your head, your eyes scrunching shut as his tongue finally makes contact with your heat. “Oh, God,” you whimper as he glides the muscle through your folds, his fingers pushing inside of your cunt.

“Not God. Just Steve.”

His lips twitch, tugging upwards with a smile. Pleasure rides through you in a gentle wave as his tongue makes contact with your clit, his motions gentle as he suckles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

It feels so deliciously wrong. You’re in his office, sat in his chair, with him between your legs. He wasn’t even meant to find you here — you were supposed to be in the kitchen when he got home, but you’d lost track of time.

“Since you won’t tell me, I’ll make an assumption, and I want you to tell me if I’m right.” His voice is gravely, rumbling against your cunt, and you shiver as his fingers curl inside of you. “You went through my emails. You saw Sharon Carter’s name and you had to click, and you read them in detail and you found information.”

“Yes,” you say shakily, groaning as his nose nuzzles into your pelvic bone, his tongue rolling small circles into your sensitive bud. “Yes, I read them. She’s — she’s a bitch and I don’t want you talking to her.”

His brows quirk upwards, his fingers carefully scissoring your tight cunt open. You clench down around him, the pointed look he’s shouting you making you tense. “She’s my spy. Why else would she have switched to Republican last minute?”

“Because you married me and she wishes it was her.”

A wave of pleasure ripples through you as he suckles on your clit, his fingers heavenly as they roll inside of you. “Is she the one getting her cunt eaten in my office, honey?” When you don’t answer, he hums, his voice muffled as he continues to roll his tongue up and down your sticky, wet folds, “no, she’s not, so stop being a brat and let me finish speaking.”

As if to make a point, his fingers still inside of you, and your chest burns with disappointment. “Okay. I’ll stop being a brat,” you submit to him, your voice shaking slightly as you buck your pelvis towards his hand.

“Good girl." His praise makes you shiver, a delicious pleasure crackling through you as his fingers contain their steady motions, his lips peppering soft kisses against your heat intermittently

“The information that you found is very important people, only meant to be seen by people in government.” A delicious pleasure cracks through you like a whip as his fingers glide through your glistening folds, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he rolls his thumb over your sensitive clit. “And, honey, you're not in government. You've got too much of a dumb baby brain for that."

You whine, your legs trembling involuntary as Steve licks up a deliberate stripe up your cunt, his tongue flattening against your clit. "I'm not dumb," you protest weakly, your thighs tensing as his fingers curl inside of you, the lewd squelching of your cunt echoing around his office walls.

Your body becomes electric with sparks, exploding with ecstasy as his tongue licks stripes up and down your slick. It's so intimate, so gentle — his movements are precise, your legs jolting at every movement, every lick.

"Really? You're not?" Steve pulls away, tutting from below you. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that only dumb wives went through their husband's stuff without permission."

"I'm sorry," you say.

"You're not," he replies, his tongue flat as he swirls his muscle around your swollen bud, "but that's okay, honey. I don't expect my wife and her dumb, baby brain to feel sorry for me. I'm the man of this house. I don't need feeling sorry for."

His kisses grow sloppy, his nose pressing heavily into your pelvis. You let out a shaky breath, your stomach flipping as Steve's fingers glide in and out of your cunt. A moan catches in your throat, and you're unsure of whether or not it actually escapes your lips or dies before it gets to do so.

Steve's movements are skilled, deliberate. You melt into the office chair, the leather fabric growing slick beneath you as you softly behind to grind against his face. He's slow and teasing, his tongue swirling around you bud, nipping at it softly. The pinching pain makes you gasp, your breath hitching in your throat as he groans against your cunt.

"Come on, honey. I know you want to let go," he purrs against your cunt, the sensation sending shivers up your spine. "I know you're not holding that much of a grudge against me that you're denying yourself of an orgasm."

You pout. He's right — of course he's right, he's your husband and he knows what's best for you. You finally allow yourself to relax, fully, a soft whimper slipping past your lips as Steve's movements makes your stomach tighten.

And then, it happens. You grow tired of holding back, needy and desperate, and Steve's fingers curl inside of you again, and you let go. Your slick paints his face, your legs trembling as he laps at your heat, his groans sending sparks to your core.

By the time he pulls away, you feel weak. The sight of him only makes you grow weaker, his chin glistening with your slick, his eyes black and blown, a sultry grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His hand runs over his lips and he hums, satisfied with the orgasm that he drew from you.

"I'm sorry, honey. You should have never seen those emails, or the documents attached to them. They're not for you to be concerned about." His hand runs over your thighs, his motions gentle and soft as he caresses your skin. Steve's lips purse, his voice dropping dangerously low as he speaks. "But if you ever go through my emails again, you'll be in serious trouble. You got that, honey?"

Your body grows stiff as he reaches past you to turn the computer off, his lips nestling against your head in the process. The kiss he plants to your forehead is soft and gentle, and you smile up at him.

“Yes, Steve.”

You nod your head like an obedient little wife, and he smiles down at you as he does so.

Domesticated bliss keeps him sane.

[eternalslover]

Sobbing

I would give in so fast

Hi lovely! Could I request giving the marvel ladies the silent treatment plsss <33

I just want it back the way it was before

i feel like being sad girl today😔 so you guys are gonna do it with me🩶❕ thank you lovely anon

carol danvers

first carol thinks you're playing a joke on her. but when she tells you you're favorite joke or pickup line, and you don't giggle the way you usually, carol literally has a panic attack. she freaks out and thinks if everything she might've done to puss you off. she'll then forget about it and just try to apologize. she'll buy you flowers and set up a date. if you still ignore her gesture she'll literally get on her knees and start freaking out, begging you to forgive her. when you do she'll hold you close and plead you to talk to her next time.

sharon carter

first of all she gets a little pissy herself. cmon you two are adults and capable of talking it out. but then she'll realize, you love her to pieces, you're the sweetest person ever, she definitely did something. she'd leave you alone for a little, let you cool down. then she'd want to talk about it. "what's going on baby?" and she'll sit there and wait until you're ready to confess. and if you're not she'll reassure it's okay and apologize for anything she might've done. she'll wait until you're ready.

darcy lewis

when the love of her life gives her the silent treatment, darcy definitely has a breakdown. she'll start spiraling and wondering if you're gonna end things. she'll blame herself, even if it's not her fault and you're just going through things. her smile would fade so fast when she realized what was happening. she'll be asking so many, which you do not respond you, and will freak out when you just walk away. when you're asleep that night, she stroke her hair and silently beg for you to forgive her. if it takes a while she'll back off and might get a little mad. but ultimately she'll be so relieved when you speak to her again. you two both apologize and yk make up;)

nevula

nebula will be confused asf. she'll ask if you have been silenced by some sort of spell or something. when you don't respond she'll leave you alone. then when she tries to talk to you again and you don't respond, she'll try to ply the answer out of you. you have to speak to her again at some point. when that doesn't work, she resorts to her expertise. she'll corner you and ask you why you aren't speaking to her, she might get mad but wouldn't hurt you out of her anger. if you say it's bc of something she did she'll apologize and hold you close. "i am sorry my love".

maria hill

first maria will chuckle. "what's going on babe?" then when you turn and walk away she'll get confused. okay? she'll follow you and watch you from afar. watching you live you're life in silence. she'll ask a simple question of what happened. when you don't respond she'll get more specific asking if something happened on a mission or if someone said something. when you stay silent she'll come close and force you in a hug. you don't push, but don't say anything. she'll hold you close and try to sooth any anger or sadness she may have caused. "was it me baby?" if you don't respond she'll leave it alone and just hold you. if you nod she'll nod back and promise to do better and make it up.

kate bishop

when you walk away and ignore kate when she says something to you she'll go wide eyed and give you a suprised puppy look. she'll scramble to get to you. she'll grab you by the shoulder and stare into youre eyes. questioning what she did, it doesn't come out smoothly, she stutters it out. she definitely follows you like a desperate dog begging you to explain. was it her? "princess did i do something?" then she'll give you a moment. but she won't leave youre side. you could sit for hours ignoring her presence but she wouldn't leave you for a second, not until you talk it out.

[widowpunx]

HALLOWEEN IS UPON US!!

Thank you Anon and all the beautiful people for asking 🔥😎😎🔥 here's your response...

OH YES! HALLOWEN IS UPON US AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

As the nights become darker and longer, your host widowpunx is proud to present to you the next edition of her AO3 kinktober celebrations:

NATASHA ROMNOFF'S | DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WE GO 2023

Let's celebrate together various dark and weird wonderful fics where Natasha Romanoff and her harem conformed by other mcu ladies like Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff, Melina Vostokoff, Christine Palmer, Pepper Potts, Laura Barton, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Sharon Carter, Carol Danvers, Hope Van Dyne, Peggy Carter and more immerse in this dark smutty world full of vampires, demons, werewolfs and other sexy dangers where G!P Natasha Romanoff will experience so many lewd and incorrect situations.

Welcome to the fourth annual widowpunx's kinktober celebration. Hope you enjoy this special kinktober edition and will download to keep in your collection, and will excite those of you who love this smutty concept. Let's start with three new works

Notes: Please read tags carefully | Only 18 +

Kate Bishop X G!P Natasha Romanoff - COME WITH ME TO EAT YOUR GIRL - (After Yelena makes Kate feel bad and she finds comfort in Natasha's arms.)

2. Natasha Romanoff X Maria Hill X Wanda Maximoff - Eternally (Maria and Wanda find a fun way to pass the time until Natasha's return.)

3. G!P Natasha Romanoff X Wanda Maximoff - Make Me Crazy ( A Mission Gone Wrong + Sex Pollen) [Wanda is a Tease + Awkward Natasha]

4. Werewolf! Natasha X Sex Demon Wanda + Natasha's Pack [Carol X Yelena X Sharon Carter] - Losing Your Mind In Chaos Magic (Wanda has been hoping to find a lover who can satisfy her overwhelming appetite but luckily Wanda not only finds a werewolf lover named Natasha but a pack of werewolves willing to help [Coming Soon]

5. More to come ��😉 he he he 😈😈😈

If you missed the last editions you can find them below 👇👇

DOWN THE RABBIT RABBIT HOLE WE GO 2020

DOWN THE RABBIT RABBIT HOLE WE GO 2021

DOWN THE RABBIT RABBIT HOLE WE GO 2022

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

And just because I don't feel like dealing with the BS around the FS anymore:

You may or may not remember when I pointed out that they seem to like lifting references from his films for rumours and things they put out into the fandom

Here's the thing about the mythical unicorn FS and the tarot predictions, she doesn't actually exist

The energy that has been picked up on by readers surrounding the situation has nothing to do with his relationships, right energy, slightly incorrect interpretation

She's a fairytale based on the Captain America storyline, tempted by a much younger woman (Sharon Carter, bit of an age gap there) and Steve's real and future spouse Peggy, whom he goes back to

The choice he is faced with is leaving Bucky behind to do it, his Best Friend (Whom if you watch that end scene carefully enough, knew Cap wasn't coming back anyway)

The Empress to his Emperor if you will, or in Christophers case, the necessity to kick Tara out of the way

The FS dialogue is simply that, a narrative lifted from references from his films, much like the other rumours they have chosen to spread about him

The "redhead" and the "normie in the red scarf" were both Dodger btw

The girl in the trailer rumour, possibly the make up artist in the pic with dodger

The ADA "affair" lifted from the scenes filmed for Ghosted

Literally all of the rumours are references from his films and/or events he attended that have been twisted to be used against him

There is no FS

I suspect, though I cannot confirm that since my Natal chart was one of the first things I posted that the related astrology was based on my own, given it fits the description so well and I posted it as a joke, saying "Here I am, his FS" lolz

Sorry to burst your bubble fishface, but you ain't part of no grand plan

[stony-ao3-feed]

spare me the details (i don’t want you with anybody else)

Read it on AO3

by tonyrhodeys

Tony broke up with Steve after convincing himself that Steve was going to break up with him. When Steve starts dating again, Tony struggles to remember the reasons why he ended his relationship with Steve when all he can think about is how much he loves Steve and wants to be his again.

 Based on the song Details by Maisie Peters but happier.

Words: 4192, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Jarvis (Iron Man movies)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Breaking Up & Making Up, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, Getting Back Together, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Jealousy, Jealous Tony Stark, incorrect use of mathematics, steve and sharon are just friends, the tagline is tony learns that love is stronger than math, tony only thinks that they are dating

Read it on AO3

[welovelouisandbucky]

Why is this acc slowly becoming a Sharon hate blog—

Avengers Incorrect Quotes #idc

(y/n showing off their new fit)

Sharon: nice fit, where did you get it from?

Y/n, deadpan: your mom's closet

...

Y/n: can someone please help me?

Sharon, standing up immediately: here—

Y/n:nofuckoff. *Proceeds to limp to the room with broken rib and a stab wound*

J*hn, just existing:

Y/n and Bucky: and we took that personally.

...

Sharon accidently spills drink on Bucky's shirt.

Sharon: oh my- I'm so sorry

Y/n, lits lighter: don't worry I got this.

Sam: you're gonna burn the shirt?—

Y/n: who said anything about shirt?

Sam:oh okay... WAIT Y/N NO!

Cuts to scene Sharon running for her life.

[ao3feed-stony]

spare me the details (i don’t want you with anybody else)

by tonyrhodeys

Tony broke up with Steve after convincing himself that Steve was going to break up with him. When Steve starts dating again, Tony struggles to remember the reasons why he ended his relationship with Steve when all he can think about is how much he loves Steve and wants to be his again.

 Based on the song Details by Maisie Peters but happier.

Words: 4192, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Jarvis (Iron Man movies)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Breaking Up & Making Up, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, Getting Back Together, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Jealousy, Jealous Tony Stark, incorrect use of mathematics, steve and sharon are just friends, the tagline is tony learns that love is stronger than math, tony only thinks that they are dating

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47516530

[incorrect-misfits]

Ronan: Kiss marry kill - Kaya, Jessica, Gwen

Luna: Kiss Gwen, marry Kaya, kill Morgan

Morgan: I wasn't even an option-

Luna: I know