I am so normal and can be trusted with marvel women. Please give me marvel women. I won’t bite them. I am so normal about marvel women. Please give them to me
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN
A small tear runs down your cheek as you watch Wanda walking away. A suitcase pulled behind her as she starts her new life. A new life without you. Everyone always joked you two were inseparable but now things are different.
An arm tightly grips yours and you quickly wipe your cheek. “Baby it's time to go. You still have me.” Sharon whispers in your ear. You nod, she's right you did have her. She was all you had left and so you clung onto her. Following obediently behind, turning back and watching Wanda until you couldn't see her anymore. A flame within you extinguishing with her.
You and Sharon have dated for a year now. What you haven't realized is how she has slowly isolated you from all your friends and family. Wanda was the last one to stick around and now even she is gone.
You were curled up on the couch, looking at your phone. When was the last time anyone had talked to you? Wanda had been the last one, but it was before she left...she hasn't messaged since.
“What are you looking at?” Sharon's voice cuts through startling you. “No-nothing.” You shouldn't be scared to look at your phone right. You did nothing wrong so why does it feel like you have. Everything has gotten worse since Wanda left. Things have shifted in Sharon and not for the better.
Sharon comes over, trying to take the phone from your hand, gripping at your wrist just to take it from you. Seeing Wanda on your phone has her grip tightening. She pulls you closer, anger seething out. “Why are you waiting for her to contact you!? She left you! Everyone left you but me! Am I not good enough!?” She says through gritted teeth, mear inches from your face.
It takes everything in you not to whimper as her grip tightens and the fear that runs through you. She's right everyone has left you. She's the only person you have left. On her good days she is the sweetest but those days are few and far between now but you keep your hopes up. Hope that Sharon will go back to the woman you fell in love with. At Least you keep telling yourself you loved her.
The days pass and it feels like more bad than good. Everything seems to be setting her off. You can't do anything right. You can't even look at yourself in the mirror anymore...not with the bruises and the hollow look in your eyes nowadays
Today your phone rings for the first time in forever. You rush out of the bathroom and try to get to your phone but you're stopped dead in your tracks when Sharon picks it up and immediately sends it to voicemail. “Sharon.” You let out in frustration as you try to grab your phone from her.
“I told you, you're mine.” Sharon grips your wrist. You try to pull your arm away and as you do she lets you go and you lose your balance falling down the stairs. That was finally the last straw and you went to one person you knew would help. Natasha, she helped you get a restraining order and move out. Everything seems to finally be looking up.
You stayed with Natasha for a bit and finally saved up enough for your own place, but you should have known better. You had finally moved in and finally had some semblance of normalcy back. That's until you open the door to your sheer horror of Sharon standing in front of you with flowers in her hands.
You try to slam the door shut, but she stops you. Sharon was always stronger than you and though you still tried to push the door she only pushed back harder, making you stumble and fall back into the apartment.
“Baby please.” Sharon walks into your apartment.
“Sharon I'm not your baby and I have a restraining order. You need to leave.” You try to sound confident but your voice shakes giving you away.
“I know you were upset baby but I've changed. Give me one more chance baby.” Sharon pleads with you, sounding genuine. You don't know if you should believe her or not. She sounds like she really means it. “One date baby. Please, I'll prove it to you.”
You argue with yourself internally. One date can't hurt. “Fine. One date. I get to pick the place.”
She has a wide smile on her face. “Deal.” So you reluctantly get ready for the date while Sharon waits for you sitting on the couch. You feel like it's a whirlwind as you change and head out to a restaurant. You picked somewhere public so you knew she couldn't try anything
It doesn't take long as you both fall into a comfortable conversation. It feels like before, before all the lies and abuse. You let the wall fall as the date goes on. Things feel normal, natural. You had missed this. Could it be better again? Be like this all the time? You feel her hand reach yours, her thumb brushing the back of your hand so gently. You hadn't felt a gentle touch in so long.
All of your walls fall as the date continues. You both walk and talk after eating, holding hands. As the night comes to an end and she walks you home. As you get there and lean against the door frame “This was nice. We should do it again.” You smile.
“Why not continue it now?”Sharon says and you shake your head.
“Not tonight.” Sharon looks upset like she wants to say something. To try and convince you, but you kiss her cheek. “Next time.” You say stopping her with the unexpected affection.
So she lets it go for the night. And is convinced for another date later in the week. When that rolls around it goes great. You get closer again and when you finally feel like everything's perfect it starts again. The good days start getting bad again and you know you should leave, but Sharon convinces you to stay, convinces you that she's the only one who's gonna love her. You can't believe how stupid you feel for giving her this second chance.
It all comes to a head one day when you try to go out for the day. “You're not going anywhere. You have stuff to do around the house.” Sharon’s anger already slipping into her words.
You sigh. “Sharon please. You said you changed.”
You go back and forth until it turns into a screaming match which then gets physical, slapping your face and then grabbing it. “You don't get to go out. You stay here and do as you're fucking told!” You feel so small when she towers over you, voice booming and hands on you.
Your voice is small as you speak. “P-please Sharon. I ne-need out.”
Sharon’s grip on your face tightens. “I said no you fucking dumb whore.” Her hand goes up and she backhands you now. By the way this is going you know it's not going to end well so you try to fight back.
You certainly try and it ends up worse than ever. With you in the hospital. A broken nose, busted lip, bruised ribs. Everything hurt so much as you stared up at the ceiling. “How could I be so stupid?” You whisper to yourself while Nat had stepped out and tears run down your cheeks
You hadn't even heard the door open before a familiar soft voice broke through. “You're not stupid.” Your head snaps up seeing Wanda. You viciously wipe your tears. Hissing in pain. “Sweetheart.” She is quickly next to you pulling your hands away and gently wiping your tears away.
“Why are you here?" Your voice is small.
“I'm still your emergency contact. They called me first.” Wanda’s voice was soft. Soft as if you were a deer ready to bolt.
You never wanted her to see you like this. It makes you want to cry more. “Oh...I'm sorry...you were states away...you didn't have to come Wands.” You look up at her eyes still blurry.
Wanda just smiles down at you. “It was worth it. Anything for you is worth it to me.”
Your lip wobbles as a small sob escapes your lips. You've missed Wanda so much and to see her here now you don't know what to do. Wanda's heart breaks as she slides into the bed next to you being gentle not to hurt you. You grip her shirt as you cry into her. “I'm sorry.” You sob.
Wanda rubs your back, gently humming as she rocks you. “There is nothing for you to be sorry about sweetheart.” She soothes you back down until you're practically asleep in her arms. You want to blame it on the meds they gave you, but she always made you feel so safe. She makes a vow that she won't let Sharon touch you ever again. She hates herself for ever leaving you with her. She has to tell you now how much she loves you, even if it ruins everything.
Wanda takes a deep breath. “Sweetheart?” She asks softly. You look up at her sleepily, vulnerable, she can see it on your face.
“Hm?” You ask, blinking a few times up at her to get the sleep out of them.
“I love you. I have for a really long time, but I never wanted it to ruin this, us. I know I should have just said it before, but I just–” You cut her off, pulling her down and kissing her, not caring that it hurt your lip.
Wanda holds onto you as you melt into her. When you finally pull back from the kiss you're slightly out of breath. “I love you too wands.”
She leans her forehead against yours. “I'm never leaving you again. I'm never going to let her hurt you again. I'll kill her if I have to.” Wanda mumbles between the mixed air.
You melt into her. You feel so safe and loved and protected with her. “That doesn't sound like a half bad idea.” You mumble against her.
“I will do anything to protect you detka.” Wanda brushes some hair out of your face, with a soft smile on her face.
You know it's genuine coming from her. Nuzzling against her hand and smiling for the first time in months. “I know you would Wands.”
Both of your minds start to wonder about how to get rid of Sharon. Can you actually kill her and get away with it? Once you're out of the hospital the two of you plot a way to do it. You plan it out perfectly.
Poison is what you both settle on. It would take nothing to convince Sharon to come over so that you execute your plan. You have her come over. A tasteless, odorless poison in her drink. She thinks nothing of it until she's choking and Wanda comes out from the other room. Watching her with a smile as she sputters for air.
Wanda gives you a kiss as she wraps her arms around you. She turns to look at Sharon. “You'll never hurt her again. No one for that matter.” You can't help but giggle and nuzzle into Wanda.
You can't believe you did it and got away with it. Life just felt great now. You never had to worry about it anymore. You were safe with Wanda always.
The cops came by looking for Sharon but it wasn't because she was missing. She had also gotten herself into more trouble than what she had done to you. The cops asked if you saw her which obviously you said you hadn't since the attack.
Of course they believed you. How could they not? With the record she had racked up they assumed she fled the state. As you waved the cops off Wanda's arms wrapped around you from behind. Her chin resting on your shoulder as the two of you watched from the front porch as the cops drove away
You turned in her hold and smiled up at her, wrapping your arms around her neck. “Thank you, love.”
Wanda chuckles lightly. “For what detka?”
You can help the smile that spreads across your face. “For saving me.” She leans down with a smile, kissing you tenderly, passionately. You knew this was meant to be. You were always supposed to end up with Wanda.
Kinktober Day Three: Lingerie (Sharon Carter x Reader)
Summary: Lingerie with Sharon Carter because my partner asked and I simp for my partner.
Words: 2367
Warnings: Y'all, this is for kinktober. Use your discretion. Sex. lingerie, power bottom!Sharon Carter.
A/N: Day three, y'all. We ballin'. Kinda based on oblivious!reader and Sharon from earlier.
(Kinktober Masterlist)
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You were sitting cross-legged on the edge of your bed, the room lit by the soft haze of lamplight and the faint glow from your old, battered lava lamp. The bed was made, sheets tight, a sign of effort you took pride in. There was a Polaroid of you and Natasha pinned up crookedly on the wall; she looked like she’d just told you something inappropriate, your mouth wide in a laugh.
Three sharp knocks echoed through the room, startling you from your daydreams about your girlfriend—
Holy shit, you could call her your girlfriend now.
You glanced at the door, brows furrowing before you hopped up from the bed. Wandering barefoot across the rug, you opened the door, and Sharon was standing there—shoulders squared, lips pressed together in a line that was almost a smirk, but it reminded you more of a dare. She wore a long, midnight-blue coat, her hair tucked behind her ear in a way that made her look like she was about to confess something dangerous or dirty.
Maybe both.
“Oh hey,” you grinned, opening the door a little wider. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight.” Your eyes widened mildly in a panic. “Oh god, I didn’t miss a date tonight, did I?”
She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, brushing past you close enough that her coat grazed your arm. There was always something so inviting about the way she smelled; it made your head spin.
She didn’t say a word, letting your question linger between you. She held your gaze, letting the silence stretch—one, two, three heartbeats. Then she undid the belt of her coat and let it fall to the floor.
The world condensed to a single focus as you gaped at her.
She was wearing a blue teddy, like the way lake water froze over in the winter, and lingerie that was barely there; mesh and lace and silver rings that caught the light and made you dizzy. Her body was taut, sculpted, every inch of her intent written into the set of her jaw, the arch of her back.
She lifted her chin, just a little, defiant and aching all at once.
“Do you get the hint now?” she asked, her voice a rasp, edged with something raw. Her eyes didn’t leave yours.
“…Holy fuck,” you breathed, eyes darting over her form as you took her in.
Her smirk deepened, satisfaction flickering in her gaze as she watched the words tumble clumsy from your lips. She stepped closer, hips swaying pointedly. Her hand slid up your chest, fingers splaying wide, slow and teasing. “You’re not dreaming,” she murmured, voice dropping low enough to feel like it was dragging along your goddamn nerve endings. “I want you. Here. Now. No more pretending you don’t see it.”
She guided your hand, pressing your palm to her waist, then up, higher, over the fine silk and warm skin. Her body was flush to yours, stockings brushing your thighs as she arched into you, just enough to be a tease. She tilted her chin up, blue eyes locked onto yours, her mouth so close you could taste the ghost of her perfume.
“I dressed like this for you, sweetheart. Every inch.” Her words dripped like both a promise and a challenge. “So tell me—what are you going to do about it?”
You groaned, fingers flexing against the smooth plane of her stomach through the nearly sheer material as your mouth fell to hers almost ravenously, feeling the way she tensed under your touch. Hands sliding to her hips, you dragged her closer, hips flush together.
“Why didn’t you say something?” you rasped between desperate kisses, lips pressing wherever they could. Her jaw, her lips, her throat…
Sharon’s laugh was low, crackling with the frustration of too many nights spent burning under your oblivious gaze. “You think I was being subtle?” she asked as she pressed in. Her fingers dug into your waist hard, nails biting enough to sting.
She arched into you, breasts crushed to your chest, skin feverish where you touched. “Baby, I’ve practically begged. Short of sending you a PowerPoint on how badly I want you to fuck me or just sitting on your face, I don’t know what more I could’ve done.”
Her mouth found your throat, tongue flicking a line just below your jaw, teeth grazing skin. You pressed her against the wall of your bedroom, fingers twisting in the cool material clinging obscenely to her hips as your mouth reclaimed hers. Her mouth opened to you instantly, as if she had been holding back this kiss for weeks, for months, her teeth catching at your lip with a deliberate tug that sent a jolt of heat sparking between you.
Her hands slid up, palms flattening against your chest, nails grazing over your shirt before sinking into the muscle beneath. She kissed you like a woman starved, tongue meeting yours with a demanding sweep, her hips pressing forward into the line of your body.
“God, finally,” she breathed against your mouth, her words swallowed by another fierce press of lips. “I was seconds away from taking your hand and shoving it in my panties if you didn’t catch on.”
Her thigh shifted, sliding between yours, pressing deliberately against you as her hands gripped your shoulders. She tugged you closer, harder, like she couldn’t stand the thought of even a sliver of space between you.
“You’re so damn sweet,” she murmured, nipping at your bottom lip. “So stupidly careful… and it drives me crazy.”
Hands leaving your shoulders, they fell to yours on her hips before dragging them to the swell of her ass. You groaned, gripping the muscle beneath the lingerie, your mouth falling to her throat, down to her collarbones, tongue dipping over the sharp bone. Her breath stuttered, hips grinding against your thigh, lace growing wetter, darker with each motion.
“Next time I miss the hints, just drag my hand into your pants,” you begged, mouthing at her cleavage.
Sharon’s moan tore out of her chest, raw and shameless, the sound vibrating against your mouth as she arched into you. Her hips rolled against your thigh in a sharp, needy rhythm, blue lace dragging against your skin. Every grind left her trembling harder, slick spreading, the lingerie clinging in a way that made your mouth water when you glanced down, noticing the way her panties clung to every inch of her core.
“Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” she groaned, her voice hoarse, pleading and a challenge all at once. She ground down harder against your thigh, the damp heat so intense it made your own body ache with answering need. She grabbed your wrist, yanking one of your hands from her ass and shoving it up under the hem of her bra, forcing you to feel the rapid thrum of her heartbeat, the way her nipple tightened against your palm. “Fuck, take me to bed. Please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you groaned, hooking your arm under her ass while you palmed her breast.
Sharon’s gasp was sharp, breaking into a guttural moan as you lifted her effortlessly. Her legs clamped tight around your waist, thighs flexing against your hips, grinding for every bit of friction she could steal.
“God, yes,” she breathed. Her head fell back, blonde hair spilling wild as she let herself be carried, body arching against yours with shameless abandon.
The short distance to the bed felt endless with the way she writhed against you, biting at your jaw, your throat, sucking bruises into your skin like she wanted everyone to see her marks; see her claim.
Tossing her gently onto the mattress, you hurriedly tugged off your shirt and shorts, throwing them aside like they were the most offensive things to ever touch your body. She watched you strip like you were a buffet and she was starving. Spread out before you on the bed, her thighs parted slowly—deliberately—her drenched panties dark from where she’d already soaked through.
She propped herself on her elbows, eyes devouring every inch of you as she licked her lips, voice rough with need.
“Come here, baby,” Sharon commanded, hunger dripping from every syllable. “And don’t you dare make me wait any longer.”
“Fuck, you look delicious,” you groaned, climbing onto the bed and between her thighs, pressing her into the mattress as your hand tangled in the teddy.
“Rip that and you’re buying me another set,” she warned, but the moan of pleasure that escaped when you tore the fabric belied it. Her back arched as the bra and panties quickly joined it, the shredded material hitting the floor. Your lips latched onto her nipple, teasing the hardened flesh while your fingers dipped between her legs.
Her thighs squeezed around you, heels digging into your back. “God, yes—”
“I can fucking smell how much you want it,” you nearly growled, pressing needy kisses along the swell of her breast.
Sharon’s cry broke out raw and guttural, head slamming back against the pillow as your fingers slipped through her slick folds. Her hands flew to your shoulders, gripping hard, nails biting into your skin as your greedy fingers toyed with her swollen clit, spreading her wetness over her aching cunt.
“Then taste me,” Sharon snarled through clenched teeth, her composure fraying, voice hoarse with unrestrained want. Her hand tangled hard in your hair, tugging your head down toward her soaked center. Blue eyes burned into yours, desperate and demanding. “You’ve teased me long enough. Get your mouth on me—or I swear to God, I’ll make you.”
“Is that so?” you smirked, arching a brow as your thumb pressed roughly on her clit.
Her gaze locked on you, wild and unyielding. “Fuck yes. You’re going to put that smart mouth to work right now,” Sharon demanded, tugging hard at your hair, forcing your lips close enough to feel the wet heat radiating off her. “Or I’ll ride your face until you can’t breathe—and I won’t stop.”
She dragged your mouth into her cunt, a wanton moan breaking free from your throat as your mouth sealed over her, fingers digging into the meat of her legs, keeping her thighs spread. Her thighs quivered against your ears, trembling with the force of her pleasure, but your grip held them wide, keeping her open for every greedy lick, every hungry suck.
“Fuck… yes, fuck—” she gasped, head thrashing back against the pillow. Her hands clutched at your hair in a white-knuckled grip, tugging hard, grinding herself against your mouth like she was starving for every ounce of friction.
Your tongue worked through her folds, lapping at the slick heat pouring from her, tracing circles around her clit until she was bucking against you, incoherent noises spilling from her throat. She tasted sharp and sweet on your tongue, intoxicating, dripping down your chin as you groaned into her, the vibration making her cry out louder.
Her voice broke into a high, keening moan as she looked down at you, eyes glazed and pupils blown wide, watching you devour her like you’d never come up for air. “God, baby—your mouth—oh, fuck, don’t stop—don’t you fucking dare stop—”
Her thighs clenched under your hands, body shuddering as she rode your tongue, chasing her release with abandon. “I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna come!” Sharon’s words fractured, strangled by the moans spilling from her lips as her hips bucked harder, desperate and wild, using your face with unrestrained need.
The noise that broke from your chest was almost a growl, teeth just barely grazing her aching clit as you plunged two fingers deep into her slick hole. The moment your fingers slid inside—thick, and deep—she clenched around you, impossibly tight, soaking your hand and your lips in desperate, shuddering waves. Her back arched so violently that her shoulders nearly left the mattress as she writhed against your relentless mouth.
Your fingers pumped into her, rough and relentless, curling to find the spot that made her see stars. Your teeth grazed her clit again, and she came harder than she’d ever experienced in her goddamn life, her entire body locking up, then convulsing, cunt pulsing around your fingers, her ecstasy drenching your palm. She sobbed your name, breathless and unguarded, every muscle trembling with the violence of her release.
Still, you didn’t stop.
You licked her through it, drinking her down like salvation, devouring every drop until Sharon was shaking beneath you, a broken laugh spilling from her lips between sharp moans.
“Jesus Christ,” she rasped, voice ruined and eyes glassy as she gazed down at you. “You’re gonna kill me with that mouth.”
Laughing breathlessly, you nuzzled your cheek against her sticky thigh. “Next time you want to have sex, just… grab me and drag me somewhere. Please.”
Sharon’s laugh came out broken, shaky from aftershocks, but rich with something dark and fond. Her hand slid from your hair to cup your jaw, thumb smearing across your wet cheek, a mix of sweat and her own slick glistening on your skin.
“You sweet, oblivious thing,” she murmured. Her legs shifted, trying to relax though they still trembled around your shoulders, refusing to let you go fully. She tilted your face up, eyes burning down at you—equal parts exasperation, affection, and raw hunger. “You think I haven’t been trying?” Sharon teased, though there was an edge of genuine frustration softened by the way her lips curved.
You stared up at her, smiling bashfully. “Sorry…”
Shaking her head, she dragged you up until her mouth was pressed against yours in a messy, filthy kiss, your tongues passing the taste of her between you.
“Well, if you’re actually sorry, you can start by making it up to me… we’ll see how I feel afterwards,” she whispered against your lips, hooking her leg around your waist for just a moment before—
“Now… put that mouth back where it belongs.” Pushing down on your shoulders gently, a breathy laugh quickly dissolved into a moan as your mouth landed exactly where she wanted it… and suddenly, she didn’t care about talking anymore.
a/n: i wrote this on a plane from memory bc i didn’t have wifi to fact check on fandom wiki LMAO
not requested
Sharon’s conversion with Steve was cut short by a radio to her headset. “Agent Carter, we have a…young person claiming to have information on the whereabouts of the terrorist that bombed the UN building.”
“Well then, send them up. What are you waiting for?” Sharon insisted and waited at the elevator for your arrival. The Avengers privvy to this information all patiently waited in the office, and were surprised to be greeted by a teenager. “This is Y/N Zemo.”
“My father is the bomber—” You blurted and were quickly cut off by Tony Stark.
“Like we know who your father is.” He retorted.
“Yeah. I was getting there.” Your quick backtalk silenced the room. “His name is Helmut Zemo, my family was killed in Sokovia and ever since…he’s been on this mission to destroy you all.”
“You said you knew his whereabouts?” Steve asked politely, not wanting to be snapped at like Tony was.
“He’s here. With Bucky Barnes.” You revealed.
“You should have started with that!” Sharon yelled just as the power went out and the Winter Soldier was activated. “Shit. Stay here!”
Hey bby! Can I request in general headcanons for dating the marvel girls?
You Know I Adore You
summary: some MORE general headcanons for your marvel girlfriend!
warnings: mostly fluff, established relationships
Carol Danvers
-she loves to give you soft pecks any time you walk past or say hi or bye to her
-its smt so simple but she loves it, letting everyone know you're both taken
-she loves wrapping her hand around ur shoulder and pulling u into her as she bows her head to kiss you
-when you show her new clothes you bought (dresses, tops, skirts, lingerie) she literally kicks her feet and starts giggling like a toddler
-she puts her hands on her face and smiles so big when you look good in smt/ doing smt
-when ppl hit on you she starts laughing bc she knows ur incredibly loyal, but she does have her moments when she gets insecure
-she'll talk to you about it later if it won't leave her alone. and it usually ends in her sleeping on your tit
-she leaves a drool stain on ur boob but she won't ever admit it's drool
-when ppl hit on her and you get angry it turns her ONNN. like her super sweet and calm gf getting possessive does smt to her
-she loves to call you her sweet girl
-anytime she gets, she'll just stare into ur eyes as she caresses ur cheek, whispering stuff like 'i love you so much pretty girl'
-its mostly to herself but it slips her mind and it's audible
-she loves giving you long tight hugs out of nowhere. like nothing makes her day better then when you wrap ur arms around her so tight and all her problems dissipate
-if you like to cook, she's constantly behind you holding ur waist. she tries to help if she can but usually js ur taste tester
-when ur the one the takes her out on a date and makes her feel so pretty she's literally blushing the whole time. and she'll literally js tell random ppl 'look how beautiful she is!"
-ill say it again GOLDEN RETRIEVER LESBIAN
-she's so obsessed with you it's crazy, she follows you like a lost puppy.
-and omg when she or you propose she will NEVER skip a chance to call you her wife
-"my wife bought it for me!" "it's for my wife" no thank you, i have a wife" "i love my wife" "i miss my wife" "my wife uses that!" ANY CHANCE
- its gets to the point where nat, bc she's a tease, buys her a shirt that says i love my wife and it's her favorite shirt
-you're her favorite person ever and and if she had to spend every second of her life by your side she'd do it in a heartbeat
Darcy Lewis
-i can't fathom how much darcy loves to leave kiss marks ALL over you!!
-she'll leave them on ur neck, cheek, forehead, and on ur lip so everyone knows to stay away from what's hers
-she'll leave them and say "all mineee" as she grabs ur cheeks with her hands and squishes them together to kiss you
-you guys sleep so intertwined. it's so comfortable for both of you but you've been asked by some ppl how the hell you two get any sleep like that
-darcy likes her girl obsessed. js plain and simple. she KNOWS she had you wrapped around her fingers bc she's aware you'll literally move the moon for her
-you love to spoil her and take her everywhere she can, you want her to live her dream and explore the world
-i imagine darcy dating a big, tall, buff, hot ass avenger chick. she always flaunts how hot you are to anyone
-she gives a lot of dirty looks to girls who stare at you a little to long.
-usually she tugs ur pinky and you'll give her a kiss on the lips or pull her close
-when you two walk, it's impossibly close to eachother.
-you both need to be touching the others skin when ur together.
-she melts in ur arms when you call her pretty.
-it doesn't matter how many times you say it in a day (which is a lot) she's always gonna feel so giddy and nervous when you say it
-looking in ur eyes calms her down. when she's stressed abt work or school you give her a warm hug and tell her everything is gonna be alright and that she's got this
-when you put ur hand on her cheek she grabs it and kisses ur palm and you do the same
-you hate ian. even if he didn't do much to her ur get jelly that he got to kiss her. she finds it funny bc he was not it
-she loves when you lay on top of her and just hold her. even tho she struggles to breath sometimes, she's never felt warmer
-omg imagine darcy with an asguardian gf and she's just so obsessed with ur accent and skills. it drives her up the wall
-she always feels so safe when she's with you and you do wtv you can to make sure she's safe and happy
-darcy loves her scary gf very much and loves when you intimidate ppl bc you're actually a very soft a sweet person
María Hill
-i feel like you and maria have a soft and mature ass relationship
-when you have fights they're usually small. but you two can make up by talking it out or yk smt else
-sometimes you'll stroll into her office, sit on her lap, give her a few kisses then walk out.
-when you two walk around her arms around ur waist and when ur sitting around ur shoulder. js making sure she marks her territory
-whenever you two are js chatting she'll hold ur waist. it could be a conversation about a mission or literally her favorite burger but she's holding ur waist.
-she likes when you call her commander, not even in like a kinky way (she does like it like that too) but she feels so happy knowing ur able to keep it professional and respect her
-you both know how you like ur coffee by heart. and you memorized all her favorite foods and she's shocked
-maria is a jealous girllll. she trusts you 100% but God forbid and stranger touches you. she'll give them hell for it
-when u guys get engaged/married she loves to stare at the ring and wears it all. the. time.
-smt about it is just so you and her as if it was tied to her soul and she loves that you found the most perfect ring ever.
-you make her lunch for work. either packing it in her very cute lunch bag or stopping by her office to drop it off. you make sure she eats
-its also a secret but ur thumbprint opens her office doors. after years of dating ofc.
-i feel like you guys could have an age gap relationship but it's never been an issue
-she has a polaroid picture of you in her wallet and desk. she labeled it "forever my pretty girl" and the date.
-nat is very protective of you when maria's now around. they both know u are more than capable of protecting yourself and very loyal. but mats js making sure
-you have a necklace with her name on it and/or a locket with a picture of her
-you guys are meant to be together and everyone knows that
Sharon Carter
-sharon is so public about ur relationship but also extremely private about it
-like she flaunts her hot beautiful ass gf everywhere. but know one knows as many details about you as her or any of ur guys' anniversaries
- anytime you guys sit down sharon has her arm around ur shoulder, ur leg on her thigh, and her hand on ur thigh
-she's a big fan of whisky but makes sure she doesn't stink of it so you'll let her kiss you. she has a collection of it and you find it cute
-she also likes to tease you by putting the cold glass ur thigh when you sit
-she's actually so clingy and needy. from a distance she may seem as a badass chick who loves her gf, but she's actually like clingy lil thang.
-she always needs to have her hands in you, she's told you she'll die if she's not touching you.
-she will shamelessly stare at ur tits and touch/poke them any chance she gets.
-she also claims she can't sleep if her face isn't in between ur boobs. she swears the scent of ur skin there is better than the rest of ur body.
-she loves to nuzzle her nose into ur neck/chest
-she loves when you wrap ur arms around her neck when she's sitting at her desk
-she loves when u hug her around her neck in general
-after a long night (wink wink) she loves to see you wake up and put her button up/blazer on as you go to the bathroom
-she actually goes feral when she sees you in smt revealing or tight. like it drives her crazy nd she starts craving you so bad
-but she'll literally drool over u in ur lil mom type outfits or pajamas. you js always looks so gorgeous and splendid to her
-she'll let you do her hair sometimes, she perfers it just down and neat but she can never say no to you.
-she loves to buy you jewelry and you guys have a lot of matching pieces
-her heart aches when she sees you being you. ur just so unique and flawless in her eyes
-your her dream girl and she's yours
Nebula
-your literally her most prized possession. like ofc ofc she doesn't treat you like an object or prize to be on but you're the most important thing in her life
-she's a touch starved baby so when you two get more comfortable with eachother she loves when you affection.
-after she's had a rough day or in general she loves to js sit as you stand between her legs and hug her neck and stroke her head.
-she'll hold ur waist and put her head on ur chest to hear ur heartbeat and feel ur boobs
-don't get me wrong, she's obsessed with ur tits but feeling ur squishy and warm flesh helps her feel less dehumanized, it's not always sexual
-literally no one can disrespect you bc nebula is gonna appear out of the shadows to murder them
-nebula would totally have a soft girlfriend. you're so sweet and kind, the opposite of nebula. but you see and bring out the best in her. nebula and her soft girl<3
-THE black cat and golden retriever gf duo. moon and her star.
-nebula has no shame at all, anytime you guys sit she's gonna pull you on her lap. it doesn't matter if there's plenty of room she wants to be near you at all times
-she loves to give you soft pecks on ur head, cheek and neck. whenever you hug her and she likes to do it when you're sitting next to her.
-idk if i should say she's big on pda bc she just does it yk? she doesn't like being in public but she's so possessive and obsessed with you that she just needs to be touching you all the time.
-her favorite position to take a nap in is hugging ur thigh as she's between them while you stroke her head.
-i've said it before but she's obsessed with how squishy and warm you are.
-when you guys sleep she holds u super close by ur waist, and u put ur hands on her chest
-she thinks you don't hear but she'll silently praise you and tell you how much she loves you when you sleep
-you love ur blue girlfriend and she's so happy you chose her
kate bishop
-PUPPY GF KATEEEE
-she's so obsessed with you it's actually so cute
-she has the biggest pout when she comes home from difficult missions or days
-all she wants to do is lay between her gfs legs and breath in ur scent
-you have an arrow necklace, like nat, but it's for kate
-yelena always makes fun of you bc she says kate is cupid and shot her love bow at you
-she also bugs kate bc of how flustered she gets around , even after you guys start dating. and she'll ALWAYS remind kate of how embarrassing her confession to you was
-you guys go on picnics a lot. you like to braid kate's hair as she's throwing lucky his favorite tennis ball around
-you get so overheated when you sleep bc kate usually sleeps with all her lumps around you and lucky on top of you
-she SNORESS. you think it's adorable but she's gonna refuse it when you tell her about it. she's also drooled on you plenty of times but when u love someone sm it rlly doesn't matter
-if ur an avengers, she falls in love you when ur first introduced to her. clint and nat noticed immediately, and nats like ur instructor. (BC NAT NEVER DIES) and they both just watch as this love story is written in front of them
-if you meet her mom she likes you but doesn't respect you very much. she's very invasive with her questions and makes crude jokes that only she finds funny.
-kate loves to go on cute scenic dates with you. one of the most memorable as when she asked you to be her gf. it one on a hill overlooking the sea with lucky by her side
- she twirls her hair and stubbles over her words a lot when she's with you. she just gets so nervous around you it's crazy
-nat was ur hypewomen and clint was her hypeman. they both love you sm and they want you to be happy. so when you tell nat about ur first date she gets so happy and helps you get ready
-they're both rooting for you. nat also helps kate by telling you ur favorite flowers, snacks, places, movies. and clint helps you by her archery related gifts and stuff for lucky
-you're so obsessed with her as well. you draw K's with a heart anytime you have paper, take pictures of her all the time and so much more. she's so lucky to have you
-you guys are always the best looking at a gala. she'll wear her favorite suit and you wear a long dress with a slit in the color of her tie. she cannot take her hands off of you and she's pure eye candy to you
-she wouldn't rather spend her life with anyone else, she loves you with her whole heart and will do anything to prove it to you
a/n this was SO FUNNN🤍 please send more requests guys bc im lowk running out of ideas!! ty for reading stay safe hoes
summary ۶ৎ in which, your first mission has concern crawling under sharon’s skin despite the indifference she shows.
warnings ۶ৎ touching ( reader being applied with body glitter ), no use of y/n.
prompt ۶ৎ pink pony club / chappell roan - june 10th entry for june jukebox scribbles, hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles !
a/n ۶ৎ happy pride month!! defending sharon used to be a serious hobby of mine and it’s a crime i’ve never written for her until now.
word count ۶ৎ 298 | divider creds ۶ৎ @/cursed-carmine
Rooms have a habit of stilling when Sharon enters, like the mere walls become aware an important figure has arrived.
Your breath does the same.
She carries out actions with an air of authority and doesn’t allow anyone to steal it from her. She’s worked too hard for even a breeze to sway her.
The countertop is bitter beneath you, contrasting with her tepid fingertips brushing against your collarbones with careful precision. She’s creating an alluring constellation of glimmer that conceals your true intentions.
Her eyes flick to yours, noticing the slight, adrift glint in your gaze, “You remember what to do? How to act?” Sharon asks. Not because she doubts you, but because she needs you to be okay.
She internally informs herself it’s just the time she’s spent into moulding you as a successful agent. The worry jabbing her heart, however, retaliates her head.
“Like I’m just having fun!” You stretch your grin out, eyes crinkling.
Your whole body radiates an euphoric energy only Sharon knows is fake.
Her touch lingers against your skin, savouring a piece of yourself before the deafening bass guides you into danger’s embrace.
“Good,” she nods, her tone steady, “Just be careful, okay?”
The smile that shimmied its way across your lips softens as if a slow song has tuned in, “I’ll be okay, and I won’t disappoint you.”
“You don’t need to make promises,” she responds, “Just do what you’re assigned to do.”
Yet, there are different words ready to sprint off the tip of her tongue—unprofessional, not thought-out words pumped from the protectiveness she harbours over you.
Just come back to me.
Your reassuring nod coaxes her hand to lower by her side, no longer fretting over you with the facade of steadiness.
