#sharon carter x reader insert

[superdanverstrio]

Can I request Steve x Sam's older sister (plus size). Steve gets back from a job, and can't wait to see you. He's been pining for you, and all he's been thinking about is telling you how he feels.

And somehow work in the line: "If anybody were to kiss me...I would want that person to be you."

Feelings

Warnings: Sharon being mean for no reason

Parings: Steve x plus size reader

You were hanging out with Sam, your brother. Most sibling hate each other but you and Sam weren't like that at all, he told you everything, and you did the same, and you obviously always trusted him. “So you're seein' anyone yet?” He asked you. You chuckled and shock your head. “Nope, still extremely single. Pretty sure that's gonna be my reality forever.” You say sighing. “What? No it's not gonna be, you'll find someone, I'm sure of it.” “I doubt it, no one likes me like that.” You say. “That's not true.” “Oh yeah, name someone.” Sam looked at you but didn't say anything. “Sam, what do you know that I don't.” You asked, needing to know. He stayed silent for a second but ended up spilling the tea. “Alright, I wasn't supposed to say anything but… Steve had a think for you for a while now, I told him several times, but he was always too scared.” You were shocked Steve Rogers the most charming man and Captain America was into you a plus size and boring girl, you couldn't believe it compared to him, you had nothing special. “You're kidding right?” “ No, it's the truth, he is.”

 

After that, you just couldn't wait for him to come back from his mission. A day before Steve came back, Sharon came back. You walked to the kitchen to go grab a snack. You walked in and saw Sharon and her friends talking, you weren't the biggest fan of Sharon, so you tried your best to walk away, but she saw you. “Hey Y/N did you hear the news me and Steve are dating.” She said, and your heart dropped, 'b-but Sam said he liked me' you thought. “Really that's great. How did you get together.” You asked, you didn't really want to know, but at the same time you did. “Well we were doing our mission you know, and he just kissed me and said he loved me.” You smiled and told her it was great even tho you did mean it and left after that.

You really thought you had a chance with him, but obviously Steve would be more interested with a girl like Sharon, blond, funny and worry a sexier body.

You were walking back to your room, trying your hardest mot to cry apart until you were alone. You didn't notice as you walked by your brother. He couldn't see your face, but you could clearly tell something was wrong. “Sis? Are you ok?” You kept walking without answering his question. He was your brother, so of course he didn't let go. “Come on, what's wrong?” “Steve doesn't like me.” “Yes he does” “No he doesn't he's with Sharon. He even kissed her.” You then left to your room, leaving your brother shocked.

When Steve came back a day later from his mission, he was greeted from everyone but Sam. He went top look for him and found him in the training room. “Hey buddy, I'm back.” Steve said but Sam continued his work-out, barely acknowledging him. He tried talking to him, but he just did seem interested at all. “Did I do something wrong, Sam?” “ I don't know, you tell me.” Sam said bluntly. “What did I do?” He asked. “You lied to me, maybe.” “I lied to you? About what?” Steve asked, genuinely clueless, “You've been talking some much about my sister, telling me you think she is beautiful and that you really like her.” Sam said getting heated. “I wasn't lying, she's amazing, funny, and beautiful. Why would you think I was lying?” “ You kissed Sharon during your mission, and now you're with her.” Sam said, Steve looked at Sam with a shocked and puzzled expression. “I never kissed Sharon and i sure as hell never told her I love her.” “Well, Yesterday, Y/N was crying because you apparently did so fix it.”

When Sam said that, Steve almost sprinted to your room to try to rectify the thing. He knocked on your door and waited a second. “Sam, I'm fine, stop checking.” He heard coming from the other side of the door, “it's me, Steve, I need to talk to you.” A few second passed and the door opened. “ Hey, glad to see you in one piece.” You smiled softly. “Oh by the way, congratulation for you and Sharon.” You said with a smile that didn't fully reach your ears. “Y/N I'm not with Sharon, who told you that?” “You're not! But Sharon told me you guys kissed, and now you were together.” You said, and Steve looked confused. “We didn't- ohh.” Steve began, but then realized. “Listen yes we kissed, but it was only because we had to, if we hadn't our cover would have been blown, so she kissed me.”

“So you didn't really want to kiss her?” You said a little hopeful. “Y/N if anybody were to kiss me… I would want that person to be you.” He said, looking you dead in the eyes. Your eyes widen, in shock. Captain America wanted to kiss you, of all people. “M-me y-you want to kiss me. But I'm like not in your league at all, I'm not pretty like you, and I'm fat.” You say, looking down. “First of all I think you are absolutely beautiful, and I don't care that you have a little more on your body, that's what makes your charm. “ He says looking at you with so much love in he's eyes, then he kissed you. You were stunned at first but ended up getting into it when you pulled away out of breath you looked at him even more in love than you were before.

[avengerscompound]

The Recruit - 30. You

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 2656

Warnings: smut (MMFF bisexual threesome.  Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, overstimulation)

Synopsis:  When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it.  He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time.  Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out.  It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

30. You

There was a heavy and rapid thud in your ears as you made your way down the hall to Steve’s apartment.  Each step you took was nervous and light, like you were tiptoeing down there, terrified you were going to get caught.  There was no rational reason to think you were doing anything wrong.  Steve was your boyfriend and it had been agreed upon that you would go see him this morning.  It was just, with the pressure of having to be the one that spoke to Steve about getting an MRI was starting to stress you out.

There wasn’t even a discernible reason why you were so nervous to do it.  It wasn’t like you were going in there to attack him and you’d been there when he’d completely lost control.  You weren’t telling him he couldn’t work.  You were just worried about him.  Even though you hadn’t known Steve at all before his kidnapping, you knew even a couple of months ago this would have been no big deal.  Maybe he would have tried to reassure everyone that he was fine, but he wouldn’t get upset about it.

Now?  Who could say?  His mood was volatile and he’d shown that that temper could translate into violence.  You were sure he wouldn’t be violent to any of you, but that didn’t mean he would take it well.

You reached the door and took a breath before knocking.

It took a moment before the door was pulled open, and rather than Steve, you came face to face with Sharon.  She was still in her nightgown, a short satin number in pale gray with cherry blossom branches printed on it, and a white satin robe that was hanging open.

“Hey, babe,” she said and kissed your cheek, opening the door to let you in.  “You’re up and around early.”

“I wanted to catch Steve before he went for a run,” you said.

She laughed,  “You would normally have had to get up a lot earlier to do that,” she said. “That man is pathological.  He’s usually out there before the sun. But, we managed to convince him to stay in today.  You know -” she lowered her voice to a near whisper - “after what happened.  Is that why you’re here?”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” you said as she closed the door behind you.

She took your hand and looked into your eyes. “How are you doing?”

You shrugged.  “I’m okay.  It was pretty scary seeing him like that, but I’m used to combat.  I’m just worried about Steve.”

“I think we all are,” she whispered.  She shook herself off and gestured down to the bedroom.  “We haven’t gotten up yet, so he’s down there.  We were just thinking about ordering breakfast.”

She led you down to the bedroom.  The door was ajar and both Steve and Bucky were lying in the king-sized bed.  The blankets were a complete mess, most of them hanging on the floor, and the very corner was hanging off Bucky’s ankle.  Bucky was laying on his stomach with his arm draped over Steve’s thighs and his head on his stomach, while Steve sat up against the bed head, his fingers moving back and forth through Bucky’s hair.  The sight of them both was both a relief and a turn-on.

Steve smiled when you entered.  It was a hungry smile like your presence had unlocked a whole door of sexual potential for him.  “Hey, sweetheart,” he said.  “What are you doing here?”

Bucky raised his head to look at you.  “Hey, darlin’,” he said, his smile much softer and more welcoming.

“It’s Sunday,” you said.  “I thought I’d come and hang out.”

Steve raised an eyebrow as he looked you over.  “You’re wearing way too much clothing to hang out where we are,” he said.

You laughed and shook your head.  This might get Steve into a better mood, but you didn’t want to comply straight away.  “Oh really?” you said.  “This has a maximum clothing limit?”

“Mm-hmm,” Steve said. “That number is none.”

“But Sharon has clothes on,” you argued.

“She needs to take them off too,” Steve said.  “Maybe the two of you can help each other out.”

You turned and looked at Sharon, she was wearing the same bemused expression you were and the two of you burst into laughter.  Sharon looked back over at Steve.  “If you want us to put on a strip show for you, you could at least ask nicely,” Sharon said.

Steve looked her up and down, his tongue grazing over his bottom lip.  It looked like he was weighing up all his options right now.  Sharon folded her arms and raised her eyebrow at him.  Bucky rolled and looked up at you both with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. “Please.  I wanna see you do a strip show.”

You and Sharon stifled laughter again.  She looked over at you, her eyebrow still raised quizzically.  You shrugged.  “I’m okay with it.”

“Who can say no to that face,” she agreed.  “FRIDAY, a little music please.”

‘Slow Like Honey’ by Fiona Apple started up. The slow jazz piano started up and you and Sharon began to dance.  It was an interesting choice, slow and sensual, but better suited to a romantic slow dance than a strip tease.

You and Sharon turned to face each other, you were so close, that you could feel the heat of her body radiating off her.  The two of you began to move together, slowly swaying your hips so you were mirroring each other.  You rested your forehead against hers and slid your hands around her waist, pushing the robe back.

Sharon’s hands moved up under your shirt, pushing it up and exposing your skin to Bucky and Steve.  Your hands moved to her shoulders and you began to slide her robe off, never breaking the kiss.  It was slow and deep, matching the rhythm of the music.  You lost yourself in it, Steve and Bucky may as well not have been there at all as Sharon’s hands moved up, bunching your shirt up with it.

You broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt up over your head and immediately you were kissing again as the fabric fluttered to the floor.  Each swivel of your hips, each touch, each fast of her skin, added to the feeling that this was just the two of you locked in a sensual dance and not a show.

Your bra was the next to go, slithering off your arms and onto the floor.  You moved to her nightgown next, sliding your hands over the slippery surface of the fabric before you pushed the straps down, your palms ghosting down her arms in their wake.  She rolled her hips slowly as the fabric caught and it slipped free and fell to the ground around her feet.

Sharon stepped out of the pool of clothing around her feet and danced around you, her hands ghosting over your skin as she moved in behind you, pressing her body against yours.  Her breath was hot against your neck and you leaned your head back and ran your hands down your body, sliding them down to your pants.  You unfastened the fly and Sharon slowly pushed them and your panties down as you swayed your hips from side to side.

Steve and Bucky were watching on completely wrapped in the performance.  They were both sitting up, leaning forward slightly, their hands wrapped around their cocks and pumping them slowly.  Steve’s eyes were so blown out with lust they almost looked pitch black.  Bucky moved forward and offered you his hand.  “Come here,” he said.

You took his hand, and let him pull you away from Sharon and into his lap.  You straddled him and pushed your hands into his hair as he pulled you down into a passionate kiss.  As the two of you kissed, Sharon crawled up the bed to Steve.

You positioned yourself on Bucky’s lap so his cock sat snug between the lips of your pussy and you started to grind on his shaft the way you might if you were riding your vibrator.  You moaned as your slick coated his cock. You were already worked up from the strip teased, you were already soaking, so each roll of your hips was sending shivers running right through you.  The head of his cock was rubbing on your clit just right and you jerked your hips quickly trying to bring yourself right to the edge.

Beside you, Steve had pushed Sharon onto her back and was fucking her roughly with two fingers as he held her hands pinned over her head.  She moaned and writhed under him and you wondered if she was going to reach her first orgasm before anyone else was even close. 

Bucky flipped you over suddenly, so you were on your back and he was on top of you.  He looked down into your eyes with a smile. “God, I want to be inside you so bad,” he said as he continued to rub his cock against your pussy.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked.

He kissed you passionately and pulled your legs up so they were pressed against his sides.  When he broke the kiss he got up on his knees, put your legs on his shoulders, and thrust hard into you.

You cried out and arched your back, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into you.  “Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned.  “You’re so big.”

“Mmm… but look at you, you take it so well,” he praised.

Steve picked up Sharon and put her on all fours so she was over your face.  He got on his knees behind her and you watched as his cock shoved deep into her.  Sharon cried out and braced her hands on the blankets by your head as Steve started thrusting into her at an almost brutal pace.  You leaned up and began to suckle on her clit and she let out such a loud moan, that it drowned out almost every other sound in the room.

Bucky grabbed your hips and dragged you around so you were in line with Sharon.  It seemed to take her a moment to realize what had happened, but when it seemed to click into place she braced her hand on your thigh and dropped her head down and started licking at your clit.

The world outside completely disappeared.  Any concerns or worries you might have had about fitting in, juggling your relationship with work, coming out, or Steve were pushed out of your head and you were reduced down to this pinprick of a moment where pleasure swirled through you, overwhelming all your senses.

The room echoed with the sounds of body slapping against body, moans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure.  The scent of Sharon’s arousal filled your nose as your tongue was coated with her slick with each lap of your tongue.  You were transfixed at the sight of Steve’s cock stretching Sharon out above you as he pounded into you.  Yet even as all those senses were being battered they were completely dwarfed by the feeling of Sharon’s lips tugging on your clit as Bucky plunged his cock into again and again.

You were sent hurtling to the precipice of your orgasm and sent careening over just as fast, your whole body stiffening under Sharon as it tore through you.  It left you dazed for a moment, just staring ahead blankly as Bucky used you and you watched the mirrored movement of Steve’s cock slamming into Sharon above your face.  As soon as you leaned up and pulled her clit back into your mouth, Sharon’s orgasm hit too.  Your face was showered in her slick as Steve shoved in deep, sending droplets out in a fine spray.  Sharon cried out loudly and her fingers dug into your thigh.

Neither Steve nor Bucky were even close to being done with either of you.  They both began to fuck you harder, the sounds now becoming wetter and sharper as they thrust their hips.  You and Sharon came again and again until you weren’t sure where one orgasm ended and the next began.  You and Sharon both stopped even being able to use your mouths on each other.  You fell back, your eyes rolling back into your head as Sharon let her head rest on your thigh.  Each time you or Sharon came, Bucky and Steve picked up the pace so they were just railing into you both, sending jolt after jolt spiking through your bodies.

All sense of time had been lost on you and you just started to beg, chanting the word ‘please,’ over and over.

Bucky’s orgasm hit first, he thrust hard into you, grinding his hips as he released inside of you.  You were so swollen and sensitive that you could feel each pulse of his cock as he filled you.

Steve wasn’t too far behind, he pulled out of Sharon, sending another spray of her juices over your face, and with three pumps of his cock he released, thick ropes of come splattering on Sharon’s pussy, and your face and breasts.

“Fuck…” he groaned and flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily.  Bucky helped you and Sharon move before he lay down himself and the four of you just lay there panting, completely and utterly fucked out.

You weren’t sure how long the four of you just lay there riding out your respective orgasm highs, but it was Bucky that got up first.  He went to the bathroom and returned with a couple of damp washcloths, and began to clean both you and Sharon up.  Steve grabbed his phone from the nightstand and looked at the three of you.  “Breakfast?” he asked.

When the food had arrived and the four of you were set up, using Steve’s bed as if it was a picnic rug, you decided to broach the topic of Steve having an MRI and CT scan.

“Steve, about what happened on the mission…” you said.

Steve sighed and picked up his coffee. “I know… I wasn’t myself.  I’m working on it.” 

“Well,” you said, trying to keep your tone gentle.  “About that part.  Maybe you should get a scan.  You know, an MRI or a CT, or both?  You said that they did something to you.  Maybe it’ll show up.”

“I’m sure it’s just trauma,” he said.  “I’m seeing the therapist.”

Sharon sat up and put her hand on his arm and seemed to be very careful about each word she chose. “You did say they did something to you,” she said.  “That they put something into your eye.  An MRI couldn’t hurt.  Maybe you should have one to rule it out.”

His brows knitted together and his jaw clenched tight, twitching at the corner.  “Have you all been plotting this behind my back?  I must be really bad, huh?  I can’t even deal with my trauma the way I want.”

“It hasn’t been like that,” Bucky said.  “We haven’t been planning anything.  But we are all worried about you.  This is a good idea. In the worst-case scenario, they find nothing and you just have to sit in a tube for a bit.  I used to be in tubes all the time.  Best case and they do find something and we do something about it.”

Steve huffed out through his nose.  “Fine,” he said. “Tomorrow.  Is that okay with all of you?  That I just have one day without people poking and prodding at me?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Sharon said.  “I’ll let the medbay know what’s going on.”

Everyone fell silent for a little while before returning to eating and chatting like nothing had happened.  It was clear that Steve was still angry about the idea, and you hoped that he’d actually go.

// NEXT

[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

[thewitchandtheassassin]

Monsters (Sharon Carter x Reader)

Summary: When your girlfriend is imprisoned, the monster inside is unleashed.

Words: 1127

Warnings: Violence, dark!Reader, mentions of Madripoor, language?

A/N: Everything after Endgame still happened but Nat isn’t dead because I refuse to accept that reality ever. Also, happy New Years to all my gays and theys and everything in between.

Taglist:  @natasharomanoffswife​ @natasha-danvers​ @aaron-despair​​ @username23345 @xjiasx​ @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova​ @summergeezburr @marvels-writings @imnotasuperhero @miscmarvelwritings @captain-josslett @onlyafewfindtheway @hayleyokami @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @evilcr0ne    @everything201197​  @lostandsearching​

-X-

Coming to with a panicked gasp, you jerked upright on the cot your cataleptic body had been unceremoniously dumped upon some hours ago. Your body ached, muscles screaming in protest at the sudden movement. It was apparent you’d been overwhelmed and overcome by the darkest pieces of your powers but you had little memory of what happened.

You could never remember.

The jingle of chains caught your attention as your wrists shifted and you glanced down at them in confusion. You’d never been restrained before, the team usually just bringing your girlfriend into the room before you awoke in hopes of keeping you calm.

“They’re reinforced,” a cool, borderline emotionless voice informed you from the shadows of the room, Natasha’s hair striking as she stepped into the harsh, florescent light. “Bruce seems to think they’ll be enough to hold you if you freak out again but I’m not so sure.”

Brows knitting, the utter terror and grief glistening in your gaze forced some tension from Natasha’s posture and she softened.

“What happened? Did I lose control? I don’t…”

“(Y/N),” Natasha gently butted in, “You leveled ten blocks before Bruce managed to knock you unconscious.”

“That… that doesn’t make any sense. I was with Sharon. She keeps everything contained. I wouldn’t… I don’t…” an eerie green overtook your darkening irises and Natasha didn’t hesitate to broaden the gap between you. “What happened?!”

Wincing at the furious overlap in your words, the former Widow glanced away from you. If you couldn’t see the fear in her eyes, maybe you’d hold less power over her.

“Sharon is a criminal, (Y/N). Wanted in many countries. She’s… been playing you and all of us. Being a war criminal changed her and now she’s become something far worse. Sam might have gotten her freedom from the charges before but she’s the cause of all those needless deaths in Madripoor.”

Natasha studied the wall with an intensity only she possessed, trying valiantly to ignore the energy radiating from you. “She’s a bad person. A monster,” she whispered.

There was an unsettling silence permeating the isolated hospital room and for a moment, Natasha considered sparing you a peek but…

“No, Natasha,” the other version of you – the darker, powerful, unpredictable version that lived deep within your soul – spoke, voice heavy and sinister. “She is not the monster. I am.”

The cot let out a pained creak as your powers began mangling it, the useless chains falling aside as you rose from the uncomfortable mattress. They disappeared into a vast billow of green fog, the smoke swirling playfully around your ankles as you sauntered over to Natasha. Her eyes were clamped shut, lip trembling ever-so-slightly.

“You have been a good friend to us,” you proclaimed with an affectionate smile, voice shifting with every word. “Should you ever need me, simply call upon me and I will find you.”

Your lips grazed her cheek, a faint imprint of green lingering on flushed flesh. “Be safe, Natasha Romanova.”

She let the tears fall only after you were gone.

-X-

Sharon’s cell accommodations were truly lacking. Nothing like her home here (with you) or in Madripoor. She was lucky enough to have her own toilet, she supposed, but she’d only been gifted such a luxury because she threatened to remove the guard’s eyes with her toe if he dared to stick her with another person.

It’d been a week since she’d been whisked away to the Raft and she couldn’t help but worry about you. She had no doubt you’d lost your humanity and couldn’t imagine the damage an outburst had caused you. She also couldn’t help but assume they’d told you the truth about her dealings. Did you hate her for keeping such a secret? Hate her for the things she’d done in hopes of keeping herself alive and powerful enough to remain that way?

Did you give up on her?

Sharon’s head fell against the wall, oblivious to the subtle vibrations working through the concrete and steel. Maybe it was subtle or maybe she was simply lost in her thoughts.

“Do you ever see yourself leaving New York? Being an Avenger… elsewhere? Or retiring entirely?” Sharon inquired quietly, staring up at the moon beaming down upon you both.

“For you? I’d leave this all behind,” you admitted truthfully, basking in the warm breeze of the night. “I owe these guys my life but I’ve repaid my debts. I know they still fear me, though, so I don’t know if they’d ever let me go.”

“You and *Solanine understand each other now. They shouldn’t have anything to worry about. She doesn’t try to possess you anymore.”

You smiled, but there was such seriousness in your words that Sharon’s heart both stuttered and flew into a frenzy simultaneously. “But if something happened to you, I’d bring this world to its knees to get you back. No power in this universe would stop us. I would let her destroy this world until it was nothing but ash.”

She wished she’d told you the truth then.

A piercing shriek broke her from her memories and she stood abruptly, eyes wild and hopeful. There was a flood of heavy footsteps and gunfire, but she couldn’t find a definitive source for such a reaction. Whatever was happening hadn’t reached the cells yet.

(Y/N)?

Suddenly plunged into darkness, the unnerving red glow of the lockdown/emergency lights flooded into her vision seconds later.

“Unknown entity on the first floor… no, second! No, the th – is this fucker everywhere?!” the warden sounded panicked, the tinny speaker doing little to mask it.

A familiar chuckle drifted across the back of Sharon’s neck and she shivered with relief.

“You humans are so easily scared,” you clucked disapproving. Well, it sounded like you but it also… didn’t? A blend of the demon inside and the human housing said demon. As though you’d become one.

“We die from less,” Sharon laughed breathlessly, shuddering as tendrils of green smoke drifted over her uniform.

Leaning in close, your lips brushed her earlobe teasingly. “We’ll make sure that isn’t true for you anymore.”

“I’ve missed you.” She let herself be enveloped in your foggy embrace, head falling to your shoulder.

Lips trailing up her cheek, you smiled. “I found you, my love.”

“You did.” Tears trickled beneath your mouth and you kissed them away, ignoring the slight salt clinging to soft flesh.

“Now I’ll make sure I never lose you again. You have a home in Madripoor, yes?”

“We have a home,” she amended fiercely.

Heart swelling at the admission, you turned the blonde around and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. Smoke began to encompass and surround you, a storm of magic that no powers could break.

“Then let’s go home.”

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Dark Paths Into The Unknown (2)

AN: This chapter is a continuation of this fic here. Likes, reblogs and comments are very much welcomed and appreciated!

Warnings: mentions of drugging, spitting, kidnapping, hitting and stealing.

The rocking motion of the van would have been soothing if Sharon could move.   Whatever the mortician had injected her with was powerful and her limbs refused to obey her panicked commands.  She also felt more sleepy than usual as a result of the unknown drug. 

Being constantly on the run interfered with Sharon’s sleep schedule to the point that if asked about it, she’d reply “What sleep schedule?”   The last thing she felt before she drifted into an unwilling sleep was a spark of admiration that you had managed to evade both these men for as long as you did.

Sharon’s eyelids fluttered open as she felt herself being lifted.  Her vision was fuzzy and it took her precious moments to realise that she had been placed into a wheelchair.  The metal felt cool under her heated palms and the air around her was cooler as the sun slowly slunk towards the horizon.

There was one small upside to the situation Sharon found herself in.  The drug had worn off and neither the mortician nor the detective had injected her again; whether that was intentional on their part and they had something more sinister planned or because it had genuinely slipped their minds Sharon didn’t know.  She was more inclined to believe the former as the two men who had kidnapped her didn’t seem like the type to forget something that important.

“They had to have made a mistake.  Even if it was a small one otherwise (Name) wouldn’t’ve been able to escape them.”

Low murmurs caught Sharon’s attention and she strained to hear what they were talking about but the conversation cut off abruptly as Eliot turned to face her and realised that she was conscious.

He knelt down opposite her and Sharon wished that her arms were just a tiny bit longer so that she could smack the insufferably calm and controlled expression off his face.

“The relaxant wore off exactly when I thought it would.  How are your limbs feeling?”  He inquired mildly.  “I would expect that they would be tenser than they’ve been for a while.”

“I was right,” Sharon thought fighting the horror that bubbled up in her chest, “They did it intentionally.  They might want the thrill of the chase but only with her.   In a weird way, that’s probably them acknowledging that she is worth their efforts and attention.”

Sharon’s great aunt had always stressed the value and importance of possessing restraint.  Right now, Sharon wished she hadn’t heard that particular speech thousands of times.  The impulse to spit at Eliot’s face was nearly overwhelming.  “I am Sharon Carter and I have standards.” She reminded herself repeatedly until the impulse subsided.

The night air swept over her again but this time, Sharon’s nose caught the scent of stale chips, bleach, rust, gas and artificial air fresher.  Twisting her neck, Sharon was able to identify the van she’d been transported from the forest in.  Now the van was parked in front of a gas station.  “Well, that explains the smell at least.”

Eliot and Chandler strode confidently into the small store, leaving Sharon by herself with her palms resting on the arms of the wheelchair.  Sharon heaved a sigh when she heard the door open and close automatically behind the two powerful men and then she tossed her head back so that it was resting close to the handles of the wheelchair.

“It’s hopeless.  No one knows I’m here which means that there’s no hope of being rescued.  By SHIELD or Sword or anybody else that I once counted as an ally.  And they’re so calm, confident, and charming that no one will quest-”

At precisely that moment, the lights of the store behind her dimmed before shutting off completely and Sharon heard the door lock click into place automatically.  A small jolt of relief shot through Sharon until she realised that while she had been temporarily separated from the two men, she had no way of escaping their clutches permanently; once the power came back on she would be at their mercy once again.  A small voice in the back of her mind added that her imprisonment might even be worse because the two men would believe that she had something to do with the power outage.  They’d be wrong but it wouldn’t matter.  Even if they found out the truth, Sharon doubted that it’d change anything.

A squeal of tires and a cloud of dust, dirt and gravel pulled Sharon from her tumultuous thoughts.  She stared in wonder at the car that had appeared.  Sharon had just enough time to grab the smallest glimpse of the driver before the car span around in a circle and the passenger door swung open.  “Get in!” You screamed so that Sharon would be able to hear you since she couldn’t see you because of the dust cloud separating the two of you.

Sharon could hear the door rattling and she didn’t dare look behind her because she feared that she’d see Eliot and Chandler were close to forcing the door open.  Ignoring the way her limbs shook in protest, Sharon propelled herself one of the wheelchair.  She ran as if the very best of HYDRA’s agents were on her tail.  You slowed down until the car stopped completely.  The upside to that was that Sharon had a clear path to the car.   The downside to this was that you and the car were now completely visible.

Her legs were on the verge of collapsing and her lungs were screaming for air when she drew level with the passenger door.  To her horror, she heard the door of the gas station slide open and she knew that Eliot and Chandler were gaining on her with every passing second.  They were taller and in better physical condition than she was.  Mustering her remaining strength, Sharon tensed her legs and dove into the passenger seat.

You spun the steering wheel, creating another cloud of dust, dirt and gravel which forced the detective and the mortician to freeze in their tracks.  There was another advantage to the high-speed movement.  The passenger door, which had still been open, swung shut with a tremendous bang.

The engine groaned as you pressed your foot down on the accelerator however, it shot forwards obligingly and Sharon’s fingers grappled for the seat belt.  “When did you graduate to grand theft auto?” Was the only thing she managed to stammer out after she had buckled herself in.

“Let’s see.” You mused thoughtfully with more than a touch of sarcasm, “Carry the one, minus the four, add the six.  Since, mind your business.” Sharon felt she deserved much more than that if she were being frank with herself.  Her exhaustion caught up with her and this time, she surrendered willingly to sleep’s comforting and welcoming embrace.

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Oh shit maybe it's time for a masterlist. will these links work on mobile? Probably not!

IN PROGRESS!!

Hello friends and/or enemies. You can call me Sarge. If you've ever seen something about Kate Bishop paired with the most random character and you went "wat" there's a solid chance I was involved.

I was born in the 1900s. My pronouns are they/she/him. Gender is a social construct and if I have to deal with the social construct of money I don't feel like I should have to deal with the social construct of gender. I am neurospicy and disabled.

You don't have to follow me to talk to me or message me (apparently this is a thing???) By all means come shout at me a bit.

There is a sergeantangel on here; that's not me (just clarifying for all of you because sometimes I myself get confused). I do have sideblogs though! My fashion/costuming blog is whatdoyouwearwolf and if you want to read a plethora of character specific reader insert, head on over to readerinsertrepository (it's very thirsty over there, you've been warned. I wanted to make it easier to navigate my favorite horny lil bedtime stories.)

Kk hereeee we go

Most of these tags will also include things that I did not write (because I like to drag/get dragged into crackship rarepair land by friends. i love them very much you should follow them too)

Kate Bishop Starter Pack

Mattkate with the arts (Kate Bishop x Matt Murdock)

and their friends Frankate and Mattfrankate (Devil's Chess) also with art (Frank Castle x Kate Bishop, Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x Kate Bishop)

Stuckate, loml with arts (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Kate Bishop)

Dinkate: that time someone was like "Kate Bishop and Din Djarin?" and i was like GASP you're right

Kate and TF141

Violet Avenger, Pacific Rim AU

Thorkate, also with some art (also some rad moodboards in there)

The NohKate Buzzfeed Unsolved AU, complete with ART

Various collected DC thoughts because I'm too ADHD to split them up right now, including the introduction of the lauded DC brainrot anon

Young Avengers nonsense

Sharkate (Sharon Carter x Kate Bishop)

Sense8 AU

or if you just want to crack my skull open and see what my brain looks like, here is the my stuff tag which is...my stuff

do you wonder what it's like working at a hospital at night?

the one where Kate Bishop is the reincarnation of Kissin' Kate Barlow and finally saves her Sam (a fave tbh)

that time i wrote something in the reblogs of a matt and clint comic and the op added it on

Kate Bishop's Boyfriends--look it's just thirsty in here. this is also the tag for Kate Bishop's Girlfriends but I liked the alliteration of Bishop and Boyfriend

take some random ass ships that i love with my whole heart

ok that's all for now. I may try to be more organized later. You can also find me on Ao3 under the same name

[tallulahchanel]

a, k, n, s, t, and y for the "Fanfic Ask Game" if you'd like to answer. No pressure at all.

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]? - Gonna answer this for Beautiful Ones (my first multi-chaptered Everkia fic). Kind of long, so buckle up. First, Savannah was inspired by Sharon Carter, not the character herself, but in an Everett x Reader fic, the reader seemed jealous of Sharon because she would often go in his office and close the door (spoiler alert: Nothing happened). So I thought it would be fun to create an antagonist for Nakia, except this woman throws herself at Everett, hence how I first came up with Flying Rings. Beautiful Ones is a song by Prince and I loved the line when he says "Do you want him or do you want me?" and I wanted to hear the song from a female perspective and I found Beyonce's cover and later H.E.R.'s cover. When I found B's cover, I sent it to my friend and said "This is Nakia to Everett about Savannah." That inspired me to do a oneshot. However, the dynamics between Nakia x Everett x Savannah were so interesting to me that I decided to expand it into a mini-series. We obviously know who Everett has feelings for, but it's fun writing about Savannah trying and failing to get in the way of that.

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with? - My OC Kya getting both of her arms blown off and having them replaced with vibranium bionics. While going through the transition, she learns that she's pregnant, but she is devastated because the bionic arms prevent her from feeling the babies move. Cool idea, but not going to pursue it because I don't think I can handle it.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you? - No, but I wish more people would write Everkia so I can be trash for them. However, I am concerned about a non-black writer writing for Nakia because there are some things with writing black characters that not all of them have the nuance to understand

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist? - Everkia is always gonna be friends-to-lovers. That's my second favorite trope, behind enemies-to-lovers, but only few can write that trope right

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand? - Incest, inappropriate age gaps, and when people try to write enemies-to-lovers, but they're shipping someone with their bully/abuser.

Y: A character you want to protect. - Always been Shuri (and baby Yoda to an extent). That's why I felt so bad that she went through so much trauma in the second movie. . IN the AU fic I'm writing for WF, I wrote how my self-insert OC Kya wanted to protect her innocence and she failed at doing so. That's how I feel.

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[ao3feed-sambucky]

I’m Glad I Met You | Bucky Barnes x Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47091550

by allthingsartistic

A new threat arises in the post-Blip era, and you agree to team up with The Falcon on a mission to stop the uprising radicalist group known as The Flag Smashers. Throw The Winter Soldier into the mix and you've got yourself an unlikely trio of agents to take on new public figures, old enemies AND new ones, and the politics of a fractured post-apocalyptic world.

The only thing is, Bucky isn't aware of the connection he has with you from so many years ago. And as one of the very few survivors to ever face Hydra's former assassin, you're not sure if him remembering is the best thing anyway– for a number of reasons. But as you get to know the real Bucky Barnes, and he gets to know you, you both find a myriad of things you didn't even know you were looking for.

✪

Main character does have her own background for the sake of relating to the sensitive material a little better. Part of the point of this fic is to address racial justice issues. It is a female x reader. Otherwise just imagine it's yourself. MC's powers are inspired by Marvel's Cloak & Dagger, The Gifted, and some Lab Rats from Disney. Time is condensed in the times mentioned between CA:TWS and Endgame.

Words: 4200, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Winter Soldier (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Helmut Zemo, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Nick Fury

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes & Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Helmut Zemo

Additional Tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Captain America Sam Wilson, Reader-Insert, Avenger Reader (Marvel), Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Trailers, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Spoilers

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47091550

[samwilsonshandsandass]

Ich habe 13.072 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

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12.920 Einträge gerebloggt (99%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

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Ich habe 602 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

#my things – 143 Einträge

#sam wilson x reader – 94 Einträge

#sam wilson x you – 94 Einträge

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#captain america x y/n – 65 Einträge

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#that anon couldve just asked a jewish writer why they dont make their jewish reader tell how their grandparents were murdered in auschwitz

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

Masterlist

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Danny Wagner Masterlist

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Loki Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

Sam Wilson Masterlist

Sharon Carter Masterlist

Steve Rogers Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

60 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. Januar 2022

#4

Some Bad Luck Makes Good Things Happen

Pairing: florist!Sam Wilson x reader Summary: You’re in search of a flower shop for a friend’s wedding. When the shop you chose is suddenly out of business, you literally run into your salvation. Will something more come of it? Warnings: none, it’s all fluff Word count: around 2K A/N: @hot-chocolates-world did a florist!Sam Wilson AU moodboard some months ago and I had the inspiration to write something with the moodboard in the back of my mind and I feel like there's not enough Sam Wilson AUs

A wedding in your friends circle was in the works and one of the brides, Mina, had asked those closest to her to help with preparations. On the list where things like flowers, color scheme with appropriate fabrics, pastries, cakes (specifically a different point than ‘pastries’) and flowers.

You volunteered yourself for the flowers, since there had just opened a flower shop around your blocks corner.

The flower shop around the corner seemed like it would make nice arrangements, since they had quite the selection on display. During your lunch break, you went there and promptly an employee asked if she could help you.

“Yes, I’m looking for a flower shop that can supply the wedding of a friend with fifteen flower arrangements.”

“Of course. You’ve come to the right place. I’ll show you what we could do on the tablet and if you like that, we can move on to the real thing and deliver them the day of.”

“That sounds nice. I thought of calla lilies, baby’s breath and pink roses.”

The employee showed you what she’d do and you agreed with her selection to move forward. Two days later, you got a call to see the example arrangement in the flesh. At the shop, the flowers looked every bit like you imagined them. You paid the deposit and were in high hopes for the wedding.

The wedding came closer and closer, only ten days now. Your stroll took you around the neighborhood to the flower shop but what you saw made you stop dead in your tracks. The store front was dark, the sign above the door was missing and the inside was devoid of anything. No flowers, no tables, no bowls, no register. Next morning, you tried calling and googling them. It seemed like they had never existed. You called your friend and explained what had happened and ended with the promise to try and get replacements. She agreed about it being unlucky but told you she was thankful for you trying to fix a mess you weren’t responsible for.

You had been able to get out of work early and took a stroll in the evening light. Deep in thought, you bumped into something soft.

“Oof.” Came from in front of you.

The man turned around.

“I’m so-“ You cut yourself off when you looked at his face.

“Don’t worry about it.” He brushed it off.

“I should’ve watched where I’m going.” You shook your head.

“Deep in thought?”

“A bit. I’m just wondering where to get flower arrangements for my friend’s wedding.”

The man grinned at that.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned.

“Look behind me for a second.”

You did and saw a store front with double doors. The shop was dark inside but the street light and setting sun cast light onto several baskets full of different flowers, tablets saying which and how many flowers cost what and some arrangements. Above the doors stood in colorful, romantic letters “Sam’s Flowers”.

“I’m guessing you’re Sam?” You chuckled.

“Bingo. And you are?”

“Y/N.” You held out your hand.

Sam shook it, after transferring a small flower bouquet to his left hand.

“Flowers for your date?”

“Nah, flowers for me. No date in sight, just a good bottle of wine and a home cooked meal for myself.”

“I won’t keep you then. Have a nice evening.” You waved your hand and went home, as did Sam, you supposed. You thought about where to get flower arrangements and after a few steps you turned around.

“Uhm, Sam?” You called out.

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64 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 22. September 2022

#3

Henry Cavill Masterlist

That’s my girl

Summary: Just a nice evening with Henry Warnings: Sex, eating out, restraints Word count: 2006 A/N: For everyone who wants some nice gentle rough dicking down

What should we name them?

Summary: You take Henry with you to a horse auction but it’s not a classical horse auction which gives you the chance to name the horses. Pairing: Henry Cavill x f!reader Word count: 2109 Warnings: none A/N: This is just me screaming about horses

Synced

Summary: Henry Cavill has to deal with his wife and their two daughters and their synced periods Warnings: Blood, obviously but not much more Word count: 1026 A/N: This was inspired by a small part of @keanureevesisbae fic “Mr. Cavill your dog is kinda fat” and myself starting my own period yesterday so I’m in desperate need of fluff that includes having your period. So, enjoy!

69 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. Januar 2022

#2

So I now have every Sam Funko of the TFATWS collection and the What If...? Sam and I'm very happy 🤗 but now there's six Sams who share one Bucky

148 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 3. Juni 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Holy shit, Fresh was so fucking good!

The real-ness of the first minutes with Noa's date being a fuckboy extraordinaire who was literally called Chad and then the man behind her when she walked to her car who just walked with his baby but it's just ingrained in us women to see these threats because not seeing them leads to our demise. And the immediate dickpic after the luring in with a nice doggo. And despite all these shitty things that are all too real there's still the need and want to believe in guys who are just nice. The whirlwind romance which than comes crashing down.

Steve Kemp literally being and as Mollie said in the movie "a straight girls' fantasy" plus a mix of all dark fics we ever read that weren't set in an AU (and that exclusion is just because his profession wasn't that profession in dark fics). How Mimi Cave didn't shy away from the possibility of rape and making it all that much more realistic because that possibility is always on the table and how there wasn't anything sexually unconsensual.

How Noa played along and fooled Steve and never once compromised her principles and did what she could to save the to her basically foreign woman and her best friend not even stopping from the utmost measures and getting her revenge just as Mollie at the almost end.

And then in the very last second Chad's text encapsulating literally every fuckboy ever!

It was an incredible movie and that was the first movie Mimi Cave directed and it was already this masterpiece, we can expect great movies from her! But I still wanna know who is responsible for Ann having one amputated lower leg. Was that Steve? If yes, why did he stop after "just" the lower leg? Did she agree to turning a blind eye to Steve's "antics" so her lifestyle can be financed? How long has she been okay or even complacent in all of it?

249 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 5. März 2022

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[omgrachwrites]

Teacher Trapped - Sharon Carter

Pairing: Sharon Carter x Female Reader

Summary: Your high school students are sick and tired of watching you and the music teacher, Sharon Carter pine for each other so they take matters into their own hands. Teacher au

Warnings: so much fluff, swearing, probably ooc

Words: 1724

A/N: I think you guys have realised that I no longer have a proper writing schedule, they stress me out so I’m just gonna post when I feel like it, so I hope that’s okay! I got this idea for this au when I was in work and I was so excited to write it! This is my first time properly writing for a female character and I’m sorry if I’ve butchered Sharon’s character. Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

There came a knock on the door of your classroom as you finished the English Literature display for your 10th graders. Without looking at the door, you adjusted the Lord of the Flies poster and you called out, “come on in!” you expected that it was one of your students; some of them arrived early because it was the only time that their parents could drop them off. That was why you were always here so early, it turned out to be quite handy to get some extra work done.

However, when you turned to see whoever was lingering in the doorway, your cheeks flushed when you saw who it was, “good morning, Y/N,” the beautiful blonde woman smiled, she was holding a box of donuts and an extra cup of coffee. It was Sharon Carter, the music teacher and she also happened to be the woman that you had a crush on.

“Hi, Sharon,” you smiled, finally finding your voice, “what are you doing here so early?” you were probably imagining it but you could have sworn that her cheeks deepened ever so slightly with a blush.

“I’ve um got some work to do before the kids come in and I wasn’t sure whether you’d had breakfast or not. You’re always here so early,” she grinned as she placed the steaming cup of coffee on your desk and lifted the lid off the box of donuts.

You chewed on your bottom lip; you really shouldn’t be eating so much sugar this early in the morning. However, the gorgeous smell of the deep fried treat filled your classroom and your resolve considerably weakened, “oh go on then,” you smiled shyly when Sharon laughed, her eyes crinkling at the edges as she did so, “thank you,” you grinned as you picked out the one that had cinnamon brown sugar generously sprinkled over the top.

“You’re welcome,” Sharon shot you a sweet smile.

“God, that’s amazing,” you groaned as you took a bite out of the delicious treat.

Sharon flushed and looked away from you, running a hand through her long hair, “I’d better get going, I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

You felt disappointment ping in your chest but you pushed it away and offered her a small smile, “bye, Sharon.”

As Sharon walked out, a group of your students walked in and took one look at your flushed face as they made their way to their seats, “good morning, Miss,” one of them smirked.

“Morning guys, have you had breakfast yet?” you asked as you grabbed cartons of orange juice and protein bars out of your cupboard, it wasn’t much but you liked to make sure that all your students ate in the morning.

“Thanks, Miss Y/L/N,” one of the boys smiled before he piped up again, “do you like Miss Carter?”

“Of course I do! She’s an excellent teacher,” you felt butterflies in your stomach and you willed yourself not to blush.

“Uh-huh,” your students sounded unconvinced as they cheekily smirked at each other.

Over the next couple of days, Sharon came to see you in the mornings and you went to visit her too. It seemed as though yours and Sharon’s students were getting sick of the constant blushy smiles and the lingering pining looks that were exchanged between you and Sharon. Unbeknownst to the both of you, your students out their heads together and concocted a plan to get you both together.

On Friday afternoon, one of your students raised her hand, “can I use the bathroom, please, Miss?”

“Of course,” you smiled at her as you grabbed a laminated hall pass out of your desk and handed it to her, “there you go.”

“Thanks Miss!” she beamed at you as she got up from her seat. You completely missed the way she grinned with the rest of the class before she walked out into the corridor.

A couple of minutes later a boy that you recognised from Sharon’s class knocked on your open door, “can I help you?” you asked with a smile.

“Uh, Miss Carter was wondering whether she could meet you in the empty English classroom down the hall after school. She wants to go over some work with you.”

You silently questioned why a music teacher would need to go over some work with an English teacher but you didn’t read too much into it, “of course, thank you for the message.”

At the end of the day, you and Sharon both arrived at the spare classroom at the same time, you smiled as her brown eyes twinkled as she grinned back at you, “what work did you want to go over with me?” you asked.

Sharon frowned at you, raising an eyebrow, “I was about to ask you the same thing,” okay, now you were confused.

“What are you talking about? You sent one of your students to tell me to meet you here.”

She shook her head, “no! That was you! What the fuck is going on?”

It was at that moment that the principal Sam Wilson – your best friend – walked out of the room, grinning like a Cheshire cat, “it’s ready for you guys.”

You and Sharon exchanged a confused glance as you walked into the classroom and you gasped at what you saw. A desk had been set up with candles, two steaming plates of pizza and two wine glasses full of red liquid. Yours and Sharon’s students were standing behind the desk, looking nervous.

“What’s going on guys?” Sharon asked, trying to sound stern.

A jock stepped forward, “we were getting so sick and tired of watching you two pine for each other. So we took matters into our own hands and pooled our allowance together to get you some food and Principal Wilson helped us set it up.”

It seemed that Sharon was as surprised as you as you both stared blankly at the students; butterflies were wreaking havoc in your stomach. What if Sharon rejected this idea? You didn’t even know if she dated women. Though, you were touched that they’d spent their own money to ensure that you would be able to have a date with one another.

“You like her don’t you?” a girl piped up.

“Of course I do!” you both said in unison before turning to look at each other when you realised the question hadn’t been directed at anyone in particular. There was a ghost of a smirk on Sharon’s face but her blush contradicted it.

“Looks like our work here is done,” someone snickered and you and Sharon both snapped out of it and turned back to look at your students.

“Thanks guys.”

“You’re welcome, have a good time,” the jock that spoke up before waved at you both as the students filed out of the room, leaving you and Sharon alone.

“Are you nervous?” Sharon laughed, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” you lied, smiling at her as she gestured at the table.

“Then shall we?” you nodded and you both sat down. Searching for something to do, you reached for the wine glass and looked at the suspicious liquid in the glass and tentatively raised it to your lips. You winced and coughed slightly at the sweet taste.

“It’s Grape Kool-Aid,” you coughed and Sharon burst out laughing as she took a sip of her own before she smiled over at you so sweetly that you momentarily forgot how to breath.

“So, you date women?”

You nodded as you fiddled with your fingers, “I take it that you do too?”

Sharon smiled, “yeah, and I like you.”

Happiness fizzed through your blood when you heard that your affections weren’t one sided, “you do?” you asked lamely.

“Well, of course. I don’t bring coffee and breakfast to everyone you know, and you’re completely fucking gorgeous,” she smirked, raising an eyebrow and you felt yourself relax as your cheeks felt like they were on fire.

“Good to know, I like you too.”

“Good to know,” she mimicked you before her eyes flickered down to your lips, “fuck it,” she muttered and leaned over the table to kiss you.

You gasped against her lips as you cupped her cheeks, tasting the Kool-Aid on her lips as she wrapped a hand in your hair, tugging slightly, causing pleasure to run through your body. After a couple of minutes, Sharon pulled away and grinned at you, “see no need to be nervous anymore, because I know that you were, Y/N.”

Sharon’s kiss had seemed to work wonders and the both of you talked easily as you ate your delicious pizza, “who did you go to prom with?”

You groaned as you took another sip of your drink as you relived the memory, “I was a loner in high school, and there was no way that anybody was taking me to prom. So, Sam took me.”

“Sam Wilson?” Sharon laughed as she rested her chin on her hand as she listened to you.

You rolled your eyes as you nodded, “yeah well you know he’s my best friend, his girlfriend had just broke up with him so he took me to prom as a favour and he wanted to make his ex-girl jealous, safe to say that it didn’t work,” you giggled, “who did you go with?”

“I dated a guy throughout high school, we broke up in college, he was a dickhead,” she rolled her eyes, “and then I started dating women and I’ve never been happier,” she smiled as she reached over to take your hand.

You grinned as you linked your fingers through hers, “were you Prom Queen?”

Sharon scoffed, “nope, they gave the crown to the head cheerleader, sometimes the cliché is right.”

“How dare they?!” you gasped and Sharon playfully narrowed her eyes at you.

“Yeah, I was very offended,” she laughed before looking at you with a soft smile, her brown eyes were warm and sparkling, “I really do like you, Y/N; I’m glad that we get to do this.”

“I really like you too, Sharon,” you smiled with delight, “I’m already thinking about our second date.”

“A date that hasn’t been organised by our students,” Sharon laughed but as you smiled at each other, you both knew they were amazing students and you would be forever grateful to them for giving you this moment.

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@smiithys​ @elayneblack​ @amelie-black​

[avengerscompound]

The Recruit - 36. You

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 3665

Warnings: smut (seven person bisexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, double vaginal penetration)

Synopsis:  When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it.  He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time.  Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out.  It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

36. You

Getting to know Steve Rogers again was much easier than the first time around.  The thing was, in the version of Steve you had known, he was still in there.  It was just that before everything had been so extreme.  You’d had to walk on eggshells around him, not sure if saying or doing something would set off his anger or his sex drive.

Now those extremes were smoothed off.  He could still be very serious.  He could still give you a look that made you feel like a kid who had just gotten in trouble with their father, but you weren’t scared that you were going to ignite something dangerous in him.  More than that, when he was very serious or not playing around with you or the others, you felt safe to tease him about it.

Where his extremes had been smoothed off in one direction, there were parts of him that had been suppressed by the thing that was in him.  He was sweeter now.  More tender.  He had a quick wit and an adorable playful side.  You went very quickly from being hesitant and unsure if this was going to work, to well and truly in love with the man.

The others were right all along.  It was really hard not to love Steve Rogers.

There was a lot more going on in your life than just getting to know Steve.  For starters, you now had a new job as a full Avengers Agent.  You were a combat field agent, which meant that if the Avengers were called out to fight, you were usually right there along with them.  There were also smaller skirmishes that you could be called out to, things that didn’t need a Hulk or Iron Man, you’d be there.  Thankfully that kind of thing wasn’t an everyday occurrence, and you could go a week or more with nothing happening, but there had been things.  Sam and Bucky had taken a group out to deal with a group of domestic terrorists threatening to release a virus.  Natasha had word of the Red Room being up and running again, and you and a group of agents went to break that up.  Clint had taken a few people in to arrest people selling alien weapons to collectors in an illegal auction in the city.  The biggest sting you were part of in those early months was the one where the Avengers had found the H.Y.D.R.A. base where Steve had been headed the day he’d run.  There was more of that Black sludge in bulletproof glass cases.  It turned out to be some kind of alien creature that formed a symbiotic relationship with other lifeforms but altered their thoughts to be more feral and primal.  H.Y.D.R.A. had somehow reprogrammed their thoughts the way it had done to Bucky all those years ago. The creatures were now totally loyal to the organization.

Being a full agent meant you didn’t see all your old recruit friends as much.  Collins was in IT, Qadira worked in the infirmary (though she’d come out to the field on rotation with the other medics), and Jacqui was held back for more of the bigger superhero events. It was strange for them not all to be there, but you all made time for weekly drinks at Valhalla, and when something else came up with any of them, like weekend barbeques, drag shows, or parties, there was always an invitation for you.

Then there was the whole going public thing.  The group didn’t make any announcements.  No questions were answered outside of no comment, or not answering questions about personal lives.  So it wasn’t so much about going public, it was about not hiding.

It meant there was a lot of speculation about what was going on with the group when you all started going out together.  There were rumors about different pairings, about cheating, about break ups and make-ups. Occasionally there were fans in comments on articles that suggested the theory that maybe there was some level of polyamory going on, and on one of the more liberal press sites they mentioned the rumor about polyamory with some accompanying photos of different members of your polycule being publicly affectionate with each other as possible evidence.  But even that article was passed off as a joke.  A public wink with a cheeky ‘oh maybe, are they…?’ With a very clear, probably not but good for them if they are at the end.

So far the whole group had not gone out together on a date.  There had been pairs, and a couple of trios, and once Steve, Bucky, Sharon, and Natasha had stopped at a diner after dealing with something downtown, and had ended up in the gossip columns talking about their double date, but logistics and time had meant that all seven of you hadn’t been able to go anywhere all together.

Tonight, that had all changed.  A booking had been made and the group had gone out to do that one date that Steve had been waiting all these years to do.  You had all gone dancing.

It was the same club you had gone to with Sharon what felt like a whole lifetime ago now.  Everyone had dressed up.  Clint wore a three-piece suit in purple with a long gothic-looking jacket.  Sharon wore a white aline halter neck dress, with an asymmetrical skirt that had white tulle layered over the white satin.  Sam wore a very tailored red suit that hugged his silhouette.  The jacket had a wide blue satin collar and he’d worn a white band collar shirt under it.  Bucky wore head-to-toe black that came complete with suspenders and a fedora. Natasha wore a black capped sleeve, a line dress, with a peekaboo panel in dark red.  Steve had a real gangster look, in his dark blue three-piece suit with red pinstripes.  You were also in an a-line dress - blue with white polka dots and black neckline, halter strap, and sash around your waist.  Everyone had gone all out for the date, and the result was amazing.

You’d all eaten together, and then danced, pairing off and staying close to each other.  Given there was an odd number of you, pairing up meant there was a leftover.  At the start of the night, that meant that three people would sit out while four danced.  As the night progressed and drinks were had, everyone's inhibitions dropped and all seven of you danced at once, the extra person always being absorbed into one of the other pairs.

It was fun and frantic and it kept your heart rate up.  When Steve led you onto the dance floor, the song changed to a slow jazz number.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your hips, and the two of you just started to sway with the song.  “Tonight has been so fun,” you said as you looked up into his eyes.

He smiled back down at you, his blue eyes soft and shimmering in the low lights of the dancefloor.  “It has been.  I’m so glad I waited to do this with all of you.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder for a moment, just enjoying the moment with him.  He wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, pressing his lips to your temple.  “Happy?” he asked.

You pulled back to look back up at him.  “I am so happy. I know what led to getting here wasn’t great, but I think even before I got here, some of the others wanted to stop hiding the relationship.  And now we’re not, I feel so much better.  I’m so excited to introduce you all to my family and friends outside the tower.  I love that we can do this.  What about you?”

Steve took a deep breath and hummed happily.  “I am happy.  I know we have detractors and people who think they get a say about who we get to love.  But I don’t care about what they say.  And you know what?  For every person who has said we’re sick or wrong, there have been two that are happy for us, or glad to see themselves represented by people like us.  And I love being able to go out with you all.  I do hate the attention we get, but I know that would happen no matter if I was monogamous or not.  I am really happy.”

You reached up and caressed his cheek.  Your heart felt full and you could feel his love and happiness radiating off of him. You hadn’t said those three little words to Steve yet. Now was the time. “I love you, Steve.”

He smiled and leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.  “I love you too.”

He kissed you, and you melted into it, pressing your whole body against his, letting yourself sink into the moment as the music washed over you.  He pulled back, just a little and brought his lips to your ear.  “I think it might be time to go home,” he whispered.

You grinned back at him. “I think you might be right,” you agreed.

It didn’t take too much to convince the rest of the group it was time to go home.  By the time you were back, anticipation was high.  As soon as the door closed behind you at Steve's apartment everyone started shedding their clothes.  They were left like a trail of breadcrumbs to the bedroom, each of you kissing and grabbing at each other on the way down the hall.

When you passed through the door, Sharon grabbed your hand and spun you into her arms.  Both of you were already down to your panties, and your breasts pushed up against each other.  She kissed you deeply and you moved with her as if you were dancing.  Around you, there was much of the same happening.  Clint was kissing Natasha as Bucky moved in closer behind her and kissed her neck, and Steve and Sam were kissing frantically and backed her toward the bed. 

You climbed up on the mattress and Sharon climbed up after you. You were mirroring each other.  When you pushed your thigh between her legs, she pushed hers between yours.  When you started to grind on her, she did the same to you.  When her fingers slipped into your panties and began to circle your clit, you pushed your hand into her panties.

The whole time the two of you kissed.  You had no idea what the others were doing, except that they were close to you because anytime they moved, it made the bed dip on either side of you.  Your whole attention was on Sharon.  The way her body felt against yours.  The way her fingers ran over your clit and pushed inside you.  The way her cunt clenched around your fingers and dripped down your wrist.  Your pulse raced and you felt so hot, it was like a wildfire had been set under your skin, burning you up from the inside out.

Her fingers pushed against your g-spot, dragging over it, as her thumb rubbed circles on your clit, and as it did, you did the same to her.  Closer and closer, she pulled you to the edge, and from the sound of her breathy moans, and the flutter of her cunt, you knew you were doing the same to her.  Almost as one, your orgasms hit, and the two of you cry out and shudder against each other.

You continued to kiss as your orgasms passed.  Gradually Sharon pulled back and grinned at you.  “Come on, let’s go see what everyone else is doing.”

Bucky and Clint were currently on their knees and kissing each other like they had something to prove.  While Natasha, Steve, and Sam were tangled together.  Sharon moved over to the group of three, as you crawled over to Bucky and Clint.

“Hey, beautiful,” Bucky said as you approached them.  “Want to be the meat in our sandwich?”

You laughed and pushed your panties down, and tossed them to the side. “Oh boy, when you put it like that, how can I resist?”

Clint started laughing and took your hand, laying back on the bed and guiding you on top of him.  You straddled his waist and he grabbed his cock and held it up as you sank onto it, both of you moaning as he filled you.  Bucky grabbed the lube from the side table and lubed up his cock.  On either side of you, Sharon was now pushing Sam on his back and climbing on top of him, while Natasha had gotten on all fours and Steve was fucking her from behind.  Clint pulled you down tight against him and the two of you began to kiss.  A moment later, the head of Bucky’s cock was pressed up against your entrance beside Clint’s, and he started to push in.

There was a sting and burn as he breached you, and you cried out and bucked your hips.

“You okay, honey?” Bucky asked.  He stopped pushing forward and began to rub your clit.  Right away, warmth started to coil through you, making that burn in your entrance go from pain to pleasure.

You nodded emphatically.  “Yes.  Keep going.  Fill me up.”

Bucky pushed in, stretching you out and filling you, and you mewled loudly.  When he was fully seated inside you, both men just stayed still, letting you adjust to the size of them.  You took the moment to glance around at the others, Sharon’s tits were bouncing rhythmically as she rode Sam, and Steve’s face was set in pure bliss while he thrust into Natasha from behind.

Seeing them all lost in their own pleasure set yours off more, and you moaned and clenched around Clint and Bucky’s cocks.  They both began to fuck you, their hips moving counter to each other, so when one pulled out, the other thrust in.  It was intense and it sent a hot current surging through your core.  It became hard to focus on anything else besides the two men.  You were vaguely aware of the other four, but what you could take in, only sent you spiralling to the edge even faster.  Bucky began to rub your clit and Clint leaned up and pulled one of your nipples into his mouth.

You couldn’t hold it together.  You arched back against Bucky, keening as your nails dug into Clint’s shoulders.  Bucky pinched your clit and it sent you rocketing over the edge, crying out as you came, your cunt squeezing tight around both men's cocks. 

Bucky thrust forward gritting his teeth and groaning as he tried to hold himself together, and Clint’s hips stuttered.  “Shit,” he gasped.  “Nearly took me over with you.”

You laughed breathlessly as your orgasm passed through you.  “Trying to hold out ‘til the end?”

“You know it, honey,” he said.

Bucky pulled out of you, and you slid off from the top of Clint and the two of you just lay there for a moment, catching your breath.

The others had taken their cue from you, breaking their pairs and moving to create new ones.  You crawled over to Natasha and she reached out to you, pulling you into a deep kiss.  Sam moved up behind you, running his hands up your back and kissing your shoulder. When you broke the kiss with Natasha and leaned back to kiss Sam, she lay back, spreading her legs in front of you.  Natasha played with her clit as she watched you and Sam kissing.  He kissed you deeply and tenderly.  You could taste Sharon’s cunt on his lips and you tried to suck off every last drop of her.

He pulled back and smiled at you.  “I think Natasha might want something from you.”

You laughed and stole one last kiss before dropping down between her legs.  She lifted her hips to meet you and grabbed your hair, pulling you down to her cunt.  “That’s a girl,” she praised.  “Get to work.”

You laughed and licked a stripe up her cunt, the tart, musky flavor of her arousal coating your tongue.  You both moaned and as you swirled your tongue around, tasting as much of her as you could, Sam pressed the head of his cock to your entrance and sunk into you.

In the position you were in, you had no idea what was going on around you.  You could barely even hear their moans with your head pinned between Natasha’s thighs.  You licked and sucked at Natasha’s cunt and Sam thrust into you from behind.  His hips snapped hard and fast, jolting you forward each time your bodies came together.

You were already so on the edge, that even just the hard slap of Sam’s hips as she shoved inside you was enough for your next orgasm to start to build.  Your cunt tingled and heat spread out through you, making your toes curl.  The worry that you’d end up coming far too fast, so you doubled down, focusing completely on Natasha.

You pulled her clit between your lips and suckled on it, as you shoved two of your fingers inside her.  She was so wet already that every time you thrust them in and out of her, it made a wet squelch.  You fucked her quickly with your fingers, your elbow pistoning as you shoved into her hard and fast.

The sounds she made were loud and animalistic and she started to hump your face and pull your hair.  It brought you even closer to the edge and you began to clench around Sam’s cock, your legs trembling.  It was hard to hold it together, and you decided the only thing you could do was try and bring Natasha on as fast as you could.

You curled your fingers and dug them into Natasha’s g-spot, and began to just hammer your fingertips against it as hard as you could as you sucked greedily on her clit.  At the same time, Sam started rubbing your clit.

It happened almost simultaneously.  Natasha’s cunt clenched around your fingers, she arched up off the bed, and her legs clamped around your head as she came, crying out loudly.  At the same time, your whole body seized up and you jerked forward as your own orgasm tore through you.  Sam kept thrusting but it became more erratic.

When Sam finally pulled out of you, you and Natasha just collapsed there, tangled together, breathing heavily.  Her fingers ran through your hair, and Sam rubbed your hip.  “You okay?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed.

The bed dipped on the side of you, and you looked up to see Steve looking down at you.  “You have one more in you?” he asked, holding out his hand to you.

You hummed and took his hand, letting him pull you up.  “Yeah.  I think I can do one more.”

He guided you up and sat back, crossing his legs lotus style.  You climbed into his lap and as you lowered yourself down, he guided his cock into you.  Even as large as he was, you were so wet and so turned on that he slid into you easily.  You moaned and wrapped your arms and legs around his waist.  His arms wrapped around you and one hand slid up to the back of your skull, pulling you into a deep kiss.  You moaned into his lips rocking your hips with him.

Around you, the others had split up again. Bucky was on his back holding onto Sam’s hips as the man rode him, his cock bouncing and slapping against Bucky’s stomach.  Natasha was on her back as Clint fucked her and Sharon rode her face.

You pulled back from the kiss and looked down into Steve’s eyes.  “This is the first time we’ve been together when it was just you,” you said in a breathless half-moan.

“And it’s the first time it’s been all seven of us,” he added.  “We better make it good.”

You smiled at him and cradled his cheeks.  “It’s already good.”

He kissed you again, passionately, his head tilted and his tongue dancing with yours.  You matched the passion and moved your hips with his.  It was so different than with the others, or even with him before.  The way Steve was with you was sensual and tender, but passionate and heated.  You weren’t being fucked, you were making love, and as you were brought closer and closer to your release, you started to feel overwhelmed with that feeling.  Your hands scrambled at his hair, curling in it and smoothing over it.  “Steve, I love you,” you babbled.  “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too,” he replied breathlessly, holding your hips and snapping his up into you.

Your orgasm built, winding its way through you like vines around each of your muscles.  It peaked, and one after another they pulled tight, making you arch back in his arms as your orgasm took hold of you.  Steve wasn’t too far behind you, he bucked up hard as your cunt clenched around his cock, and he emptied inside you. 

You wrapped your hands around him and nuzzled into his cheek, your emotions feeling overwhelmed.  He held you close and pressed his lips to your temple. “It’s okay, honey.  I’ve got you.  I love you so much.”

Gradually, as everyone finished around you, the whole group squeezed themselves into the bed. You were feeling so much, and all of it was good.  You were happy, in love, and your future looked bright.  You’d managed to balance work, relationships, family, and friends.  There was no way of knowing what the future would hold, but there was one thing this year had taught you, you weren’t alone, and with all these people that loved you, you could face anything.

~ END ~

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Are You Okay (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)

Requested by anon: A hears that B got hurt and rushes over in a panic to see if they are okay. Feel like that'll be good with Mr. Bucky Barnes

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Warnings: language, blood, canon typical violence

“Does anyone have eyes on (Y/N)?” Sam asks through the comm and at the mention of your name, Bucky’s head immediately perks up and looks around with worry. 

“Where is she?” Bucky yells over at Sam who shrugs his shoulders.

“I don’t know man!”

“I’ve got her over here,” Sharon comments causing Bucky to whip his head in the direction of the agent.

“Is she okay?”

“She's pretty beat up, Barnes,” it’s all Bucky needs to hear before he lands on final blow to the assailant and rushes over to Sharon only to find you lying on the ground, blood covering your face as you lay unconscious. 

“Shit, what happened?” He asks, falling to his knees and gripping onto your shoulders, shaking you. “Wake up, doll. Wake up.” Your eyes shoot open and you surge upward, almost hitting Bucky. “Are you okay?”

You groan and wipe off your forehead, your uniform staining with blood, your blood, before you look at Bucky.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Fucker must’ve hit me harder than I thought.” He frowns before helping you up as Sam rushes over to see what all the commotion is.

“Dang (Y/N), what happened to you? Look like you got hit by a truck,” he teases as you roll your eyes, subconsciously noting the way Bucky’s arm has not left your body.

“Shut up, Sam. God you’re so annoying. Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is your arm around me?”

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Imagine: Sharon Carter comforting you after you’ve had a nightmare. [x]

Sharon: Do you want a drink? Y/N: I... Yes please. I think I need it. Sharon: Of course. I’ll pour your favourite. Y/N: Thank you, Sharon. I’m sorry for bothering you with this, I just didn’t know who else to talk to- Sharon: -Don’t apologise. You’re never bothering me. I’m always here for you.

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A/n: Cheater!Steve x Reader/ Beefy Tattooed!Bucky x Reader.. Just a painful one shot, after reading a few reader x Bucky on Wattpad I fell out of love with Steve. So I wrote this. You are a complete badass. Enjoy

Warnings: swearing, cheating, breakups, angst.

Summary: You get home from your job at S.H.E.I.L.D. And find some things out about your relationship you never saw coming,

Word count: 700

Listen to You & Jennifer by Bülow. It really sets the vibe.

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Cheater Steve x Reader / Beefy Tattooed Bucky x Reader.

"Babe, I'm home" You say sitting your keys on the counter of Steve and your kitchen.

"Hey, y/n, I'm in the study, can we talk about something?" Steve called out.

"Yeah hold on let me take my shoes off" You slide off your pumps and walk to his office.

"What's going on?" You ask and sit on the edge of his desk.

"I fucked Sharon." He blurted out. Seemingly un-guiltily

You start laughing really hard.

"Y/n?" He asks taken off guard.

"Wait why did you, as you put It. 'Fuck Sharon'. Do you want to end this?" You ask still laughing slightly.

"Well, yes, you see, Sharon is just better, in many aspects." He avoids eye contact and you burst out laughing again.

"This is rich." Your loosing your shit

"Are you okay?" He asks

"Oh I'm good it's just" you catch your breath then Your phone starts ringing.

"Hold on let me get this" It's Bucky. That's hilarious.

...

B: " hey doll So I was thinking."

You: " wait- get a load of this. Steve was fucking Sharon this whole time"

B: "are you kidding. Your going to tell him right?"

You: " yes actually just getting to that part. Should I tell him the details about how you bent me over this desk right in his office and made me cum harder and more times than he could ever dream of?"

Steve sat there flabbergasted.

You: " oops seems like I just did. Well Buck I gtg. I'll see you tonight. Your place."

Call ends.

...

"Sorry that was your bestfriend. And the man I've been, how did you put it 'fucking'. How do I say this. He's just better in EVERY aspect." You laugh a little standing from your perch.

"Close your mouth dear or you'll swallow a fly." And you walk out to pack your things.

He follows you out of the room.

"You've been fucking Bucky?" He asks like he is hurt.

"Mmhmm." You reply nonchalantly

"Like James Bucky Barnes?" He says again

"Yes. Keep up dear." You finish unloading your drawers into your suitcase.

"Your just going to leave?" He asks hurt.

"Oh did you want to move out? Because that works too I'll just have James come over..." you trail off

"That's not what I meant and you know it." A knock on the door sounds through the hall.

"Ahh, that'd either be your slutty mistress, or my ride. " you joke

"Come in" you call out.

" we're in the bedroom" you call again

Moments later your relieved to find Bucky standing in the doorway, all 6"3 of his tattooed buffed body.

"Well it was mine then" you say shrugging.

"Dill you want me to get that?" He asks.

"Sure. Thanks." He grabs your bag

"Steve" he says

"Buck" Steve relpys.

Bucky leave the room. You cross it to stand closer to Steve.

"Well it's been, something, I guess. Nice playing house with you. I may even miss it." You stand on your tip toes and capture his lips in your own. A strong passion and pain filled kiss. You truly don't want to go. This mask your wearing begins to slip as he grabs your waists but you pull away.

" Goodbye Cap. See ya at work." And you walk down the hall out of the door and get into the passenger seat of Buckys truck.

Then you let yourself break. You start sobbing.

"Hey, doll it's alright. " he comforts.

"He didn't care. He never has. I have him EVERYTHING buck. And he didn't even care That I told him I was ducking his best friend!"

You fall further apart.

The truth is you have never been untrue to your relationship and you had devised the plan quickly after Bucky called.

The one thing you we're supposed to tell Steve however, that you were with child, fell between the cracks, and instead you spun a web of lies about an affair. And your left, pregnant and alone. Without your rock. Lord knows Sharon is in her way over now.

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Hi I finally watched fatws and I’ve been h word for Sharon ever since like bruh just,,,,, soft dom!Sharon overstimulating you through like 8 orgasms and then the SWEETEST aftercare. Sharon Carter queen of aftercare 😌 -✈️

WARNING: Smut 18+! Overstimulation, strap-on sex, daddy kink, if there is any more let me know

Pairings: Sharon Carter x fem!reader

"Come on sweetheart," Sharon cooed as she groped your breasts and rocked her hips. "One more, I know you can do it for Daddy, can't you?" Her breath was right next to your ear, the coil in your lower abdomen tightening once more when she snapped her hips into you, the strap somehow going even further into you.

You cried out, gripping onto her thighs as you brought down your hips to meet her uneven thrusts.

"Yes!" You mewled loudly, her lips now tracing over your neck, leaving wet kisses in their wake. "Please make my cum daddy, I have been a good girl." Your whimpers were pathetic but somehow so cute at the same time. Sharon grinned approvingly and latched onto your hips. You whined at the loss of contact from your breasts but were quickly cut off by Sharon pounding into you once more. Her hips were moving impossibly fast it felt like, as your walls desperately clung to the plastic protruding you violently.

"Come on baby, cum for me," the blonde growled. Obeying, almost instantly you felt that familiar white hot light flood you, making you see stars. Sharon slowed down, but let you ride out your heavy orgasm. Your body was still shaking, and if Sharon was counting right, that was your eighth one. Once you came back to earth, she whispered, "Let daddy take care of you honey."

She slowly lifted you off her strap, causing you to mewl again, feeling your walls try to grab onto nothing. She picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. With Sharon kind of being stupid rich, she had a bathtub jacuzzi (who wouldn't y'know?), so she turned it on, placing your shivering body on the side of the bathtub for a moment. She leaned down, kissing you gently but passionately.

You sighed into the kiss, bring your hand up to her face to caress it. Once the bathtub was filled up, the blonde pulled away, looking at you lovingly. She also added some bubbles, make sure you and herself were nice and clean. You both crawled in, Sharon sitting down and then immediately pulling you to her so you can curl up to her bare body. She wrapped her arms around you, taking in a deep breathe before letting it out. "Thank you for making me feel whole," Sharon whispered, causing your heart to do that weird thingy that always made you feel light headed. You looked up at her, tears threatening their way out as you felt that sting. Instead of saying anything, you kissed her back, lingering there for a moment.

You took in the way her lips felt on yours, how her breathing was always uneven when you kissed her, how your bodies felt like puzzle pieces. You intertwined your legs together, resting your head on her chest, Sharon following quickly by placing her chin on top.

"Thank you for giving me the best sex ever," you joked, causing her to burst out laughing. Her laugh was always contagious, and it wasn't hard to start laughing when she did.

"I love you."

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[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

Join Steve Rogers, Sharon Carter, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes playing pool.

You decide to join Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Sharon Carter, and Bucky Barnes at the pool table.  It’s very daunting.  They are not only extremely attractive but are also famous for being the kind of people who consistently do the right thing and help save the world.  The best you can say about yourself is that you help redirect traffic when they’re doing that, and that’s not exactly you doing that anyway.

Sam notices you first and looks up and smiles at you.  It's warm and genuine and makes you feel more at ease.

“Did you want next?” He asks.  “This cheat has nearly finished the game.”

“I told you it was a mistake to let him break,” Barnes teases.

“And I don't cheat,” Captain Rogers adds as he pockets another ball.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam jokes.  “Did you want to have a game?”

You wave him off.  “It's fine.  I mostly thought it would be interesting to watch a couple of good-looking guys like you play eightball.”

A soft blush creeps into Captain Rogers’ cheeks as Sam laughs.  “Well then, you've come to the right place,” Sam says.

“Smooth,” Bucky snarks.  “You're both real smooth.”

“Well, darlin’,” Sam says.   “Get comfortable, and let us know if you want to play.  I'm Sam by the way, and this is Steve.  That surly bitch over there is Bucky.  And the cool drink of water beside him is Sharon.”

You shake Sam, Sharon, and Steve’s hands but Bucky kept his thrust in his pockets.  The four of you stay at the pool table for a while, chatting and laughing and you’re very pleasantly surprised by how quickly they relaxed around you and how welcoming they were.  You played a couple of games with them, once against Bucky, and once against Sam, though Sharon just watches and teases them from the sideline.  You tell them about how you knew Hill.  They tell you how they all met each other.

There was a flirtatious edge to the talk and as they seemed to get sick of playing they looked around the room to see what else might attract their attention.

“I’m thinking it might be time for something to eat,” Sam says, putting his queue on the rack.  “Care to join me?”

“I think I might get a drink if, did you want one?” Steve adds.

“I’m going to rack up another game,” Sharon says.

You look at Bucky to see what his plans are and he shrugs.  “Thought I might go get some air.”

Go with Steve to get a drink and see if you can make him blush more.

Go with Sam to get a drink and see where this flirting might take you

Head out with Bucky and see if he might open up a little more.

Play a game of pool with Sharon

Back off on the flirting and ask them if they’ll meet you over at the couches.