#it’s in my rules and pinned guys pls read them before following :’)

[naomigojo]

Do u accept request?

i don’t accept requests nonnie but i do enjoy a good thirst!

[kkolg]

Ayyyyy this is just a prompt for you guys to ask questions to the guys from my au! Before asking anything tho pls read the rules- just so everyone is able to have good fun and stuff yk yk

Basics

It’s Brooklyn, NY in the early to mid 1920s and currently winter. Everyone’s chatting at the “Vigilante” speakeasy and everyones having a blast.——————————————————————————————————

For right now you can only ask questions to characters with close relations to “The Vigilante” speakeasy and “Brooklyn’s Truth”, Stein’s private detective business. Please read some of if not all the au basics- this ofc is not required, but it would definitely give some insight into the characters and their relationships, if not tho- the character refs are your best bet here

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Rules

NO NSFW OR INAPPROPRIATE RELATED QUESTIONS ARE ALLOWED. Pls no weird stuff- trying to keep this pg-

They don’t just have to be questions, they could be little chit-chats too if you’d like :)

If you have a character you would like to be saying the question, just leave a ref and I’ll be more than happy to draw them interacting! Just pls don’t beg me and don’t expect some fully colored art of them-

No spamming, thanks- I’ll eventually get to your question, remember, I’m drawing these. You can ask multiple questions but again pls no spam

Just have fun with it! I’m really excited to see what you all have to say so just run wild! (while following the rules ofc-)—————————————————————————————————

Examples

When wording your question, please use smth like this format

“Hey _____, do you like _____?” Or, For _____, “Do you like _____?”

Anything not in quotes will be perceived as not in rp or speech and stuff so pls use them, it makes my life easier-

Edit: Pinning this here so ppl actually see this-

[sparks-joy-imagines]

Hello admins, hope you're having a great day ! I just read your rules and I didn't quite understand the asking process, so I'll just shoot my shot and ask here if you don't mind ?

I have a request for a nsfw scenario with sabo (one piece) and fem!reader, in which he's jealous of new trainees checking her out while she shows them moves and she's clueless about it ? Maybe a little angst with it ? Nothing violent ofc

Thank you so much have a great day ❤

Hello there❤ Thank you so much for reading the rules, and sorry if they got you confused! Your request is perfectly fine, as is anything within our boundaries! I hope you can enjoy this scenario, it’s been a lot of fun to write uwu~ have a great day, too✨ - mesu.

Sabo x f!reader

warnings: not sfw, reader gets penetrated, unsafe intercourse (pls don’t do this), (gentle) choking

An aggravated sigh left his lips when the chief of staff finally stepped out of the meeting room. For the past couple hours all of the revolutionary army’s higher ups had discussed the most recent concerning developments in the world and by now all he wanted to do was to pull you close and call it a day.

Sabo started pacing the base’s grounds, checking the spots where he’d usually find you but with no luck. About to give up and just head back to his quarters without you, he vaguely recalled that you muttered something about the new recruits lacking basic hand to hand combat skills this morning. Turning on the spot, he headed over to the gym, yet stopped short right in front of the folding doors which lead to the training area.

“Thank you so much for your guidance, [Y/N]-chan!”

Since when exactly were the new recruits addressing you so casually?

“Yeah, this training session’s amazing… I’m afraid I still don’t really get the choke hold defence though. Mind showing us again?”

Then your voice.

“Always happy to help out! And sure thing, will you please resume position so I can show you how it’s done once again?” Sabo could hear the joyous bliss in your voice, but the tones of the new recruits struck him somewhat off.

When he turned the corner, he couldn’t quite believe his eyes. There you were, lying on the ground, knees cocked up while one of the new recruits was kneeling on top of you, legs grinding in your sides, his hands around your neck and feeling way too comfortable in this suggestive position; the other recruit who stood just a couple steps away leering at the scene unfolding in front of him while you were happily chatting away about the technique oblivious to the thoughts of your new comrades.

It had been long since Sabo felt such ferocious flames of fury gnawing at his stomach. He barely noticed how he entered the training grounds, taking long strides and only stopping to squat down to the recruit kneeling over you, his hand – almost distinctly resembling his trademark dragon claw – placed firmly on the guy’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry lads, but I’ll have to steal [Y/N] away now. I’m most confident that you guys are perfectly capable of figuring out how to escape the choke hold on your own from here on.”

Even though his tone was cheerful, the high intensity of his gaze and tightness of his grip on the recruit’s shoulder made it unmistakably clear that he was not tolerating any of their low-key harassment towards you. The second recruit took a step back, almost stumbling over his feet, “Of course, chief of staff, Sabo, sir..”. He shot his mate a look who didn’t dare move an inch whatsoever. You however didn’t notice anything about the shift in atmosphere and happily jumped on your feet when Sabo simply pulled the recruit up at his shoulder, not caring about the little squeal he made. “All finished up, Sabo?” You went to give Sabo a hug, eager to feel his arms around your frame but before you could get your hands on him he just grabbed you and flung you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing more than a feather, making you squeak in surprise. “Gentlemen.”

You felt Sabo’s head move in greeting beside your frame but his voice was as cold as ice.

“Sabo?“ you inquired softly but were silenced by a light slap on your buttock from your boyfriend as he casually, yet swiftly, carried you off to his quarters. Soon you were thrown onto his bed and it’s mere seconds until he’s over you, kneeling in the same position you had just taught the new recruits to escape from earlier. Your breath caught in your throat when you met his dark gaze. There was something feral about the way he looked. You could feel his hands cup your cheeks hard, just so it wouldn’t hurt. “Do you have any idea what just happened in the gym, [Y/N]?” His voice was low, dangerously so, and you felt his grip loosen a little so you could shake your head in response, before clarifying, “Nothing out of the ordinary? I mean, they had trouble at hand to hand combat and I showed them how to get out of a choke hold and that’s–“

“And exactly how many times did you show them to get out of the choke hold? Them kneeling over you? Pinning you to the ground? Alternatively, you cradling them between your thighs?” By now, one of his hands had wandered to your neck, long fingers smoothly wrapping around your throat, the other starting to knead your breasts. You felt a shiver running down your spine as you muttered, “A couple..”. Sabo raised his brows and leaned down to you, his lips touching yours with every word he uttered. “And what exactly do you think they imagined doing to you when they were on top of you like this?” Your eyes finally widened in realisation when he rocked his hips against your core, a gasp escaping your lips. “I don’t know about you, but I will not tolerate any other man even thinking about what’s mine.” His fingers squeezed your neck, restricting your air flow just the right amount for you to start feeling everything ever so slightly more intense and you knew instantly you couldn’t escape this choke hold even if you tried to. Not that you actually wanted to.

You felt his free hand tugging and pulling away at your garments while the hand around your neck kept up the pressure. You didn’t dare to speak up but the more he touched you, the more lewd sounds of yours validated him and his actions.

Unsure of what to do with your hands you let them timidly roam up his thighs and felt his weight shift towards you when you reached his growing bulge, earning an expectant grunt.

Once Sabo got rid of your clothes, he didn’t hesitate to pull away and help you free his member from its containment. You felt his intense gaze back on you almost instantly, looking for any clue of resistance, but it was futile to find. The heat in your core was almost unbearable by now. “Sabo…mh.. just take me,” you whispered breathlessly when you felt his fingers at your slick pussy. “Oh I will,” Sabo muttered under his breath as he brought you into position and suddenly slid his entire length into you in one smooth motion, making you scream softly.

He gave you but a moment to adjust before he pulled out almost completely, prodding at your entrance as he caught your gaze, a cheeky smirk on his lips while his fingertips circled at your clit enhancing the sensation. “Why don’t we try to let them hear who you belong to?” Sabo smirked and pressed a single hard kiss on your lips before he finally let go of your neck just as he thrust into you again, building up a steady deep pace. You couldn’t help but suck in the newfound oxygen greedily just to moan out Sabo’s name seconds later, following his suggestion without any second thought. This man knew how he needed to fuck you into the sheets, and he knew it well.

It wasn’t long until he had you on the edge, one hand at your hips to ensure he hit the very point in you that made you see stars, the other massaging at your boobs.

Another thrust and you contracted around him screaming his name for the world to hear, pushing Sabo over the edge as well. He spread his sticky cum in you and continued to move for a couple more strides, allowing you to ride out your high.

Finally, Sabo pulled out of you carefully, rolling down from your form, a satisfied smile on his lips. He immediately pulled you in his arms and let you get comfortable on his chest. After a few moments of Sabo absentmindedly playing with your hair, you decided to break the silence, “Sorry for not realising what they were thinking….”. “It’s not your fault that some people don’t know any boundaries.” “Still..,” you sighed softly and peeked up to Sabo’s face, “You think they heard?”. A hearty chuckle escaped your lovers lips, “They better did.”

[bohemiansweede]

A New Year

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want to leave a comment

My other New Year fics are posted below

HAPPY NEW YEAR

🎇💋🥂🎇🥂🎇💋🥂🎇💋🥂🎇

*HAPPY NEW YEAR *

1982 Had just begun

You clinged your glass together with your friends

It was an epic party

Right in the middle of town in the bottom of the big hotel building

The music was so loud that you could hardly hear your own thoughts

You were a little anxious

He had answered you the other day that he should be here

The situation was a bit complicated, you knew that.. but whenever you met.. It was different, you forgot about everything

You left your friends on the dance floor and went to look after him

He loved when you dressed up, so tonight you choosed a black skimpy dress, with matching set underneath

You left your empty champagne glass on a tray and took a new one

That's when you saw him

He stood in a little corner of the big room, leaning a bit on the bar

He raised his glass and nodded with a little smirk

You went towards him

His looks, the way he were just drawned you in

Like an invisible force

Like two magnets

You were so close to him now, you could smell him, feel the warm breath to your skin

- You came Roger

- Yeah.. Hi baby.. You look amazing, he pressed his lips on the soft skin behind your ear

- Ohh... You blushed.. Always such a good way with words Rog

- Mmmmm... He tangled his finger in your hair so it brushed on your neck.., But I mean it baby

You smiled a little and looked around, bit your lip

His hand cupped your ass

- Ohhh.. Not here Roger... People can see..

- I know..

You just loved his hoarse voice

You felt that he wanted you.. and he could not wait

His fingers followed the curve of your ass down your thighs, following them up.. up

You jumped a bit and moaned when two fingers found their way inside your underwear

- Ohhhhh...

- Ssssccchhhh little dove, it's just me

He muffled you with his own mouth, kissing you hard

You panted in his mouth and almost bit his lip when he started to finger you

He pumped his fingers fast,

you clenched your thighs together and yelped, your head fell in the crook of his neck and you tried to collect yourself

Looked nervously around

Did they hear..

Did they see..

- Are you alright hunnie?

- Mmm... Yeah... Yeah. I'm ok

- Good, he kissed your cheek, shall we leave this party then!?

- What.. Where are we going?

- Mmmm.. I knew what I wanted, so I took a room here.. at this hotel, shall we?

You smiled and nodded a little

You knew

He took your hand and you followed him to the hotel lobby

While you waited on the elevator he smiled at you and winked

You went inside and immediately his lips were on yours again

He pinned you up onto the mirror and pushed the "STOP" button behind your back

Both of you giggled like two kids when he pulled up your dress

He kneeled and kissed your inner thighs

You placed your one leg at the wall and leaned your head back

He pushed the thin lace fabric to the side and let his flattened tounge drag a trail of fire between your folds

- Shit Roger... Shit.. OMG

He laughed and continued to eat you out

- Mmmm.. hunnie.. You just taste so fuckin good

Your legs was trembling

You held around his head, pulling him closer, he sucked hard on your clit and inserted four fingers at once, perfectly curling them up on your spot

He fucked you so fast that you lost your vision

Everything went black

He pulled out his fingers and licked them clean and pushed his tongue inside you to lick up every drop of your orgasm

He stood up and kissed you hard same time he pressed on the button again so the elevator started

You could hardly stand straight and you leaned your head on his arm

He took held around your shoulders and leading you through the narrow hall towards his room

He unlocked it and was about to turn on the little lamp on the wall but you stopped him

You pressed him onto the wall so the small painting fell down

- My turn now Mr Taylor

He bit his lip and watched you unbutton his shirt, kissing down his neck, his collarbone, the tiny birthmark he has there, his chest, his belly

You unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper slowly

- Hunnie... Pl.. Please

He stuttered and his eyes were wide and glossy

- Please what?, You just loved to tease him, You want me to take him out?

- Yes. Fuck... Yes

You pulled down his boxers and his cock sprung free

Your fingers closed around his length and stroked him slowly while dragging your tounge up and down

- Ohh Fuck.. Don't make me come yet baby

You answered by circle the tip and opening your mouth yo take him in, you moved your head slowly, squeezed his balls and hollowed your cheeks, looking up

- Damn it... Ohhh... God.. You are sooo fuckin amazing

You let it go with a pop

And licked around his shaft again

You hummed a bit when you took him again

Roger had closed his eyes and held a firm grip around your head, you felt the salty precum and you stopped

- Shit... That.. That was close hunnie..

He took your hand, helping you up

He looked at you a few seconds, just stopped in motion, like he wanted to do or say something, but then he bounced back to reality

He gaved you a little push towards the bed and you layed down

- No... I want you on top, I want to see you

He layed down on the bed and you quickly straddled him

You took a grip around his length again and placed it in your entrance

He squeezed your breasts and pinched your nipples as you sank yourself down, you adjusted a little before you started to move

He grabbed your hips and thrusted up at you

You rolled your hips together in unison

- Touch yourself hunnie

You smiled and did what you were told

You circled your clit fast and moaned loudly

He dug in his fingers deep in your flesh and punded harder and harder

He sat up a bit and held around you

Kissed your breasts and pulled you closer

He looked up and almost whined

- Kiss me

You held around his head, kissed him, you moaned in each others mouths

He was close, you could feel it and you were not faar behind

You both came with a loud cry

Clenching.. tangling your limbs together

You buried your head in his neck and he kissed your shoulder

This was the hard part

He had a beautiful girlfriend and a son, he loved them but it was complicated

It was a rule you had, to not talk about them when you met

You tried to not think about it, but he was such an amazing guy and you felt a bond to him

But it was wrong, everytime you thought it would end differently

You knew you had to leave

- Y/N?.

- Yeah?

- I want you to stay tonight

- But... The rules.. We...

- I want more... More than this...

- B.. But..

- I can't promise you anything yet.. But I want to have you here.. She is out of town, let's get to know each other.. Just.. Stay

You took his face in your palms and looked deeply in his eyes

- Yes

And the new year could not begin in a more perfect way

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Enjoy more reading in my masterlist

Also.

My other New Year fics

[im-not-a-joke]

Here’s a super niche au that only me and @eraseyourbookofstories will appreciate but I couldn’t help myself

The Party but on tumblr things

(This might be confusing, just go with it)

ok so before we get into this here’s my explanation - stranger things exists but the people we’re talking about here aren’t the characters, they just happen to have the same names (and also look and act identical but just go with it)  (queenie feel free to correct me if i’m wrong)

- first lets talk blogs

starting with el (main - waffleiron side - eggosenby11) - she is the biggest show!byler shipper ever and posts really specific (and correct) theories and when they get confirmed shes just like “CALLED IT”

max (madmaxs) is a huuuge show!elmax shipper and also bullies show!mike (and later tumblr!mike) on main 24/7

lucas’ blog (main - only-correct-opinions side - wtfisademogorgon) is mainly analyses of shows and movies that he likes with the occasional meme thrown in there, he personality really shines through in his tags and when he answers asks (but we’ll come back to the ask thing)

will’s (zomboy) celeb crush is finn wolfhard and he runs an it stan account, he’s very gay on main all the time and constantly reblogs those “date a boy who x” things, he is mutuals with el for a long time before this takes place, and they are good friends

dustin’s blog (dustinthewind) starts out as strictly dnd stuff, but his interests take over on now it’s a mess of fandom content and random facts and aesthetic dice

mike (finnwolfhardstolemyface) writes gay fanfic, i don’t make the rules. he makes a lot of memes and his blog is a bright yellow that hurts to look at, it’s titled “your daily dose of shitpost” (he also tends to complain about how they ruined show!mike’s character in s3)

jonathan (just-a-dude-and-his-camera) runs an aesthetic photography account, and occasionally steve shows up in his pictures, his pinned post reads “please stop complimenting the guy in my pictures, i already have to deal with him everyday, and if his head gets any bigger, it’s going to explode”

steve is too cool for tumblr but he likes to post jonathan’s stuff on his insta (he will, however, send jonathan a bunch of anons being cute, he signs them all “- your bf <3″

nancy (purple-roses) posts a lot of feminism and activism stuff and will roast the shit out of bigots that decide to mess with her (it makes robin like her even more)

robin (chasing-dreamcatchers) just kinda vibes, she reblogs whatever she wants, and posts usually about being a lesbian or dumb things steve does or her original poetry

- el is enby and uses she/her and they/them pronouns, they follow a ton of enby positivity blogs and reblog a bunch of positivity posts

- Dustin the trans guy reblogs trans ask games constantly

- el is decently well known in the little gay corner of the st fandom, so the rest of the party follows her

- she is mutuals with only mike and will at first, but she doesn’t really interact with mike

- will introduces her to the concept of show!elmax and she’s all “!!!! gay!!!”

- she proceeds to follow the elmax queen, max

- max is all “wait wait hold up waffleiron followed me w h a t”

- lucas and dustin are mutuals and don’t interact a lot but they do occasionally send each other asks

- max is also mutuals with lucas and dustin and she is a chaotic force in their inboxes

- will follows mike because curiosity and stays because he likes mike’s writing and his personality

- el recommends max’ blog to will and they become mutuals after max sees that el interacts with will’s posts a lot (“if they like him, i probably will too”)

- eventually they all become mutuals and interact in each other’s inboxes a lot and spam asks and have a decent foundation to their friendship

- dustin makes a passing comment about a discord server and theyre all like “!!! yes!!!”

- dustin and lucas start sending each other crush anons

- they also know each other irl so theyre both conflicted

- so dustin makes a discord server for the six of them and it’s chaos

- max starts bullying mike on her blog

- mike starts posting about a mystery boy (its will) on his blog and being a big gay disaster on main

- will is all “why doesn’t he like me :(”

- el comes out by reblogging a gifset of sadie sink and tagging it like “marry me pls”

- everyone is like “what” and theyre like “oh i like girls”

- max panics

- will occasionally will make a post like “friendly reminder that finn wolfhard is very pretty” 

- mike and max are both like “hmmmmmm my crush has a celeb crush on a celeb that looks very similar to me,,,, must be a coincidence”

- they discover that they all live along the east coast so they plan to meet in virginia where lucas and dustin live

- steve, robin, and jonathan all chaperone will

- nancy chaperones mike and is all “excited to see your bf” the whole time

- “hEs NoT mY bOyFrIeNd”

- when they meet, nancy and robin are both like “holy shit she’s prettier in person”

- all the adults exchange phone numbers and have a groupchat because steve doesnt have tumblr or discord

- steve tells embarrassing stories about will and will is all “stop” and mike is in love

- dustin and lucas are like “it’s you!!” and dustin is like “i think i’m the only trans guy named dustin in virginia, it wasn’t exactly a challenge”

- theyre not conflicted now that they know their tumblr crush and irl crush are the same person

- will and el make eye contact for the first time and launch themselves into a bone-crushing hug

- max and el have a moment in the pool in the middle of the night where they end up talking about crushes and describing each other and el is like “i like you” and max is relieved and they become a thing

- they’re all crying at the end of the week when they have to go back and will and mike are messaging the discord constantly because they don’t have to drive, lucas and dustin are there too

- mike and nancy are both gay panicking on the way home and its weirdly silent for most of the ride

[forever-more-never-again]

Skeletons in My Closet (A Request)

Requested: @nat-blossom​

Word Count: 2237

Pairings: Natasha X Reader, Natasha X OC

Warnings: Heartbreak?

Request: Natasha x Fem!Reader Nat and reader have been together for a while and are also married, have a 2 or 3 year old daughter, everything was great until someone from nat's past (maybe an ex) returns and meets Nat at a Tony party, this person brings problems to nat's wedding, they have a big fight, but nat reconciles with the reader in the end. a lot of angst and fluff.

A/n: I’m sorry this took so long! And I didn’t end it with fluff like you asked...pls don’t hate me! I just didn’t want to wait longer and I ran out of steam near the end. I still hope you enjoy it though... 

Masterlist

“Momma!”

The shrill excited shriek rang through the common place of the Avengers tower where you sat on a couch reading a book.

Setting the book down, your place marked carefully, you smiled as a rush of [h/c] collided into your legs.

“Save me Momma!” Your little girl, your bundle of joy, stared up at you with eyes laughing in play.

Giggling, you stood and hefted her into your arms, “Now, what am I saving you from [D/n]?”

The answer came in a sashay stroll as your gorgeous fiance entered the room. A wicked playful smile on her blood red lips.

Your daughter screamed, her tiny hands clinging to your shoulders as she tried to bury herself into your heart.

“This Tickle Monster seems to have lost her prey. I wonder if she can persuade [Y/n] to help her.” Natasha mused, stepping closer as your daughter continued with stuttering giggles and squeals.

You smiled back at your fiance, your fingers crawling up your giggling daughters sides until they reached her stomach.

“You can’t escape!” With a laugh, you blew a giant raspberry on your daughter’s cheek as she struggled to get out of your hold as you tickled her. 

Natasha coming behind and helping in the playful torture as she added her fingers to the tickling.

“Stawp! Stooop! Momma! Mommy! No more!” Your daughter screamed, and you finally stopped when you saw a tear in her eye.

Hoisting her to your hip, you pulled Natasha close and kissed her softly, “It seems you both had fun today at the fair.”

Natasha giggled against your lips, her arm going to wrap around your waist, mindful of [D/n], “Yeah we had a lot of fun. Want to tell your Momma what we found?” She asked the toddler in your arms.

Her green eyes, just like Natasha’s, lit up as she looked at you, her chubby hands waving in the air, “Pretty Flowers!”

Natasha laughed and elaborated, “We found a florist who is willing to do our bouquets and pins and stuff. Her rates were good and she is willing to sign a NDA.”

A sound of excitement escaped you as you dug around for your phone in your pocket. 

Pulling up an app, you scrolled until you found what you wanted.

“Okay Florist is checked off. Now all we need is to figure out the officiant and we’ll be ready for next week.”

Natasha nuzzled her nose against your cheek, humming in contentment. Your daughter giggling and deciding to copy her Mommy.

You felt your heart swell with love at these two people in your life. Your loving fiance who had recruited you into the Avengers and who you have been dating for the past five years, and the adorable three year old that had a mix of yours and Natasha’s DNA courtesy of Dr. Banner’s medical expertise. 

The next few days passed in a blur of wedding preparations. Natasha decided to wear a cutting black and red suit, and you wore a white dress with red accents.

Your adorable daughter was the flower girl and you had managed to talk Tony out of having an actual bear as the ring bearer. 

“Oh I’m so nervous!” You paced back and forth in one of the rooms in the tower. Wanda smiled softly, effortly elegant as she sat on a loveseat in the bridesmaid outfit.

“You and Natasha have been dating for years, [Y/n], you have nothing to worry about. She loves you.”

You chuckled, knowing Wanda was right.

“Are you guys ready?” Tony stuck his head in the room, his smirk softening when he saw you in your dress.

Dusting off non-existent specks from your dress, you let Tony take your arm.

When you had asked Tony to walk you down the aisle, you had been beyond nervous. You should have known he would jump at the chance. 

Now, with your arm tightening on his, you took a deep breath before nodding to the attendants at the double doors leading into the Tower’s ballroom.

Wanda stepped through, your daughter having gone down the aisle earlier.

“You got this [Y/n].” Tony placed his other hand atop yours for a moment.

And then the doors opened and white light blinded your vision for a moment.

When it cleared, your throat closed up tight. Standing up at the altar, next to Steve who was smiling brightly, Stood your bride-to-be.

Natasha was radiant. There were no other words to describe her. Her long red hair pulled up into an elegant bun. Makeup flawlessly drawing out her vibrant green eyes. Her suit hugging her curves. Standing up there with an ease that you envied.

The music was just background noise to your heartbeat. Thumping painfully in your chest. 

And then suddenly you were standing right in front of her, her eyes big and bright staring at you with all the love that was in her body.

The bubble you were in burst and the sound rushed in. Vision trying to get the guests to quiet down so he could start the vows.

Sparing a glance to the crowd, you spotted the team that wasn’t part of the wedding party, a news channel with their cameras set up in the back, and several reporters amongst the few civilians who had been background checked and invited to the wedding of a lifetime. 

But Natasha captured your attention once again. 

“Momma looks so pretty!”

Your daughter’s innocent attempt at a whisper to Wanda, that ended up being almost a shout, had the crowd chuckling.

Vision hummed, “We are gathered here today to witness the union between Natasha Romanoff and [Y/n] [Y/l/n]. Already seen as married into each other’s eyes, today they will be married in the eyes of the law.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you struggled to keep them at bay as you stared at your soon-to-be wife. 

There was a gentle hum as the crowd watched in rapt attention to the marriage.

“If anyone should oppose to this union, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace.”

Silence. You just wanted to kiss Natasha and be dont with the wedding already. You wanted your wife in your bed. You wanted your daughter to have a whole family already.

You had tried to convince Vision to skip this part of the vows, but the Droid was adamant that he had to follow the rules he agreed to when he became a certified officiant. You thought it was a waste of time, no one was going to object anyways.

As Vision opened his mouth to continue after waiting the required minute...the Doors slammed open.

“No!”

A collective gasp from the crowd and you and Natasha both jumped into fighting position at the sudden noise and intrusion.

A man strode angrily up the aisle, his hair messy and panting as if he had run blocks to get here.

Tony, from his seat in the front, stood up and glared back towards the door where guards were running to catch up to the mystery man.

Still in poise to strike should this turn dangerous, you turned your head to look at Natasha, and was surprised to see her out of her strike pose. Instead standing ramrod straight with a look of subtle horror in her viridian eyes.

Turning the other way, you saw that Wanda had already stepped in front of your daughter, one hand clutching hers in preparation should things go south.

“And just who do you think you are to come in here and disrupt this beautiful ceremony?” Steve stepped forward, his build an imposing figure, even for those who would not know him as Captain America right away.

The man barely spared him a glare as he walked right up to Natasha and grabbed her wrist in a vice grip.

“You are not marrying anyone! You hear me Natalia! You’ve had your fun, but now your little act of rebellion is over. Now, let’s go!”

You expected Natasha to fight back, to ask what the man’s problem was, to do something!

So you were shocked when, instead of doing that, she took a step to follow the man.

“Natasha?”

“Mommy?”

At you and your daughter’s voice, Natasha jerked as if waking up from a trance and turned her wide, scared eyes onto you.

Stepping up beside her, you tilted your head at the man who was fuming, “Who is this?”

Natasha opened her mouth to respond, when the man cut her off, jerking her wrist causing her to stumble into him. “I’m Her Fiance.”

The crowd gasped and pandemonium broke out. The reporters shouting questions, the news reporters bringing the cameras in closer.

Tony, Steve and the rest of the team began damage control and ushered you and your daughter with Wanda out a back door.

You lost visual contact with Natasha and felt numb as that sentence ran through your head again and again.

Fiance.

Five years. Five years you had spent with Natasha and not once had she brought up a past relationship, much less a proposal.

Once away from the noise, in a small room away from the general public. You allowed your knees to falter. Falling to the ground, you felt wetness on your cheeks, dimly realizing they were tears.

And then you panicked, looking up at Wanda, “My Daughter?”

Wanda nodded her head and you saw your daughter looking confused and scared behind her.

You sighed, and then “I need to speak to Natasha. I need to hear her side of the story. I need to know-”

Wanda interrupted gently, her hands coming down to rest on your shoulders, “You need to calm down right now and be here for your daughter. I will find out what happened once the team has given the all clear. Okay?”

You nodded and rose to your feet, your wedding dress now scuffed and crumpled.

Wanda spared you a look of reassurance before she opened the door slightly and left to see what was happening.

Gently you took your daughter and lifted her up to your hip, cradling her softly.

“Who was that man Momma? Why was he being mean to mommy?” Your daughter’s soft voice cracked your heart. She was so gentle, and sweet. She didn’t deserve this confusion and fear that was in her voice.

You hummed, “I’m not sure sweetie, but your mommy is strong, and we’re going to figure this out. Okay?”

Your daughter didn’t look convinced, “What about the wedding. Momma and Mommy didn’t say the magic words.”

You hadn’t. I do. The words that, you explained to your daughter before the ceremony, were magical and would make all three of you one big family.

All you could do was try to soothe your daughter, “It’ll be alright.” But even you could hear the doubt in your words.

When Wanda did come back into the room, it was with a subdued look and a strange silence coming from the room behind her.

Walking past her, your daughter still in your arms, you reentered the ballroom.

It was now empty. Seats overturned. Flower petals and displays scattered around the floor. 

Standing at the altar was the team minus Natasha. All looking a weird mixture of worn out, confused, angry, and upset.

“[Y/n].” It was Steve who brought everyone’s attention to you as you walked up to them.

Tony smirked at you, but it fell into a soft smile.

Vision looked beyond guilty as Wanda floated over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“It wasn’t your fault Vis.”

Vision made no move to show that he heard you.

Bucky walked over and held out his arms. Silently, you transferred your daughter over to her Uncle.

Your body slumped as if a weight was suddenly put on your back, “So what do we know?”

Steve straightened, going into Captain mode, “In the ensuring chaos, we lost visual on Natasha and the man. Security footage shows him fighting his way past the guards. We ran his face through facial recognition and got a hit.”

Steve had all of your attention, your eyes narrowed in on him. 

“A man by the name of Josef Young. Ties to the Russian Mafia and the FBI believes he is responsible for several high profile murders in the past years.”

You ran a hand down your face in frustration, “So the only link between him and Natasha that we have is Russia.”

Steve swallowed audibly.

You narrowed your eyes, “What.”

Before he could answer, the large ballroom doors slammed open and Natasha ran up to you in a flurry of black and red.

“[Y/n].”

“Who was that man Natasha?”

Natasha shook her head, her eyes frantic, “He was no one. He’s gone now. He was just a skeleton in my closet. Let’s finish the ceremony… I love you.”

You took a step backwards. Ignoring the urge to flinch at the wounded look in Natasha’s eyes.

Your hands fumbled desperately until your daughter was back in your arms.

“I..Tell me the truth Natasha. If you can’t do that...then I think we’re done.”

You waited. The silence was suffocating. 

Your eyes glistened with unshed tears, “That’s what I thought.” 

And with that you took off towards your room in the tower, the familiar weight of your daughter the only things keeping you grounded.

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[vitalcs]

sup demons! it’s your local trash queen madd coming at you with yet another bad and boujee intro. ( read here as there’s a stupid boujee graphic to distract you from how bad the intro is ksksks ) i’ll put a bit about my lil gremlin under the cut and all you have to do is smash that little heart and we can get down to business to defeat the huns :) tw drug use, murder, abuse, and a whole bunch of bs-ing on my part. 

( danielle campbell, 23, cisfemale, she/her ) — whoa, was that IRIS VITALE i just saw at FULL THROTTLE? i’ve seen them around town before, they’ve been here for TWENTY YEARS. from what i’ve heard, they work for the OHARA family. for a INFORMANT, they’ve been known to be -APATHETIC and -VITRIOLIC, but can also be +DAUNTLESS and +CORPOREAL. i hope they don’t cause too much trouble!

iris was just another bastard child born into the gang life. her mother was an escort for the deluca family, her father unknown. her early childhood life was filled with about as much sunshine and rainbows as you could expect.

her mother was really great at parenting, you know, when she wasn’t passed out with a needle in her arm or getting her ass beat by whatever prince charming she was living with for that month.

iris learned to adapt to new places early on, how to cook her own cans of spaghettios by the age of five, how to make mama healthy by helping inject her medicine into whatever vein she could find in her toes or the backs of her knees.

and she was a pretty little thing even then, loved by all, perhaps loved a little too much. momma had a nasty habit of not paying her debts and as she grew older the responsibility fell upon iris to take care of the debt by whatever means necessary.

watching the way her mother dealt with life and problems she learned a whole new set of morals, or lack thereof. and the stellar parenting job done eventually ended with her finger on the plunger that caused her mother’s fatal overdose.

but even after all of that she still wanted to make something of herself, to get out. with all of the moving around and late nights, she didn’t exactly have the grades for college. so when one of those army recruiting booths showed up in her high school cafeteria promising her a new life for the low low price of a four year commitment who was she to say no?

and it was a really fantastic couple of years. she became a combat medic and she learned some new skills, traveled, got a great tan. it was like spring break in ibiza if you ignored the flying bullets and pretended your bunk was equipped with goose down pillows like any five star hotel.

but working for the government didn’t pay quite as well as she wanted it to and they had all of these pesky rules that she wasn’t exactly the best at following. like …. don’t get caught sleeping with your commanding officer!

so iris got handed her divorce papers from uncle sam in the form of a dishonorable discharge and headed back home for a new lease on life.

whatever goals she’d had as a teen fell by the wayside and it was all too easy for her to slip into a life she knew like the back of her hand. now twenty-one and with youth still on her side she decided to capitalize it, renewing her loyalties to the deluca family she picked up a job dancing at heaven on some nights, with the possibility of a whole lot more if you slipped her an extra couple of bills under the proverbial table.

but perhaps by a stroke of pure dumb luck, the only time she actually paid attention in class was when they had a short little lecture on capone and his many issues with the government. so she picked up a job slinging drinks at full throttle for tax purposes which is where you can find her most nights either behind the bar or wasting her feeble paycheck on well drinks. ( also because she has a great time sassing customers and threatening unruly patrons with the baseball bat she keeps behind the bar. his name is alfie )

but her loyalty to anything other than her latest fix was always a little circumspect and a few months ago she signed on to be an informant of sorts for the oharas so ..... watch out for that to literally blow up in her face.

SKIP TO HERE IF YOU DON’T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT HER PAST!

she’s kind of a little unhinged? she holds it together pretty well most of the time but her absolute lack of morality is …. an issue.

she’s got quite the mouth on her and isn’t afraid to lash anyone who gets too near.

likes the sad eyes bad guys mouth full of white lies.

overflowing with sarcasm.

she’s got a pretty bad habit of lying but is also blessed with the gift of brutal honesty when it suits her.

doesn’t like to play those woe is me my childhoood was so rough games, lacks sympathy, gets angry and throws things.

has a cat who hates…….everything

5′2″ but her attitude is 6′1″

will do just about anything to chase any sort of high but coke is hands down her favorite.

has 0 filter when it comes to anything

has a plethora of tattoos to match her bad attitude and a few piercings to boot ( nothing crazy. her money maker isn’t a pin cushion. )

typically dresses a little like a bum. ripped jeans, beanies, torn fishnets and combat boots. short dresses and messy hair. high waisted shorts and body suits. war torn chucks. your typical trash millennial.

she’s basically your local beth cassidy throwing herself off the top of the pyramid and daring death to take her.

loves cheese fries, picante chicken ramen, and sliding across the floor in her socks.

says fuck……..a lot. probably has a thing for your dad. ..... and ur mom. we’re equal opportunity here with the mommy and daddy issues.

she’s a mole in the deluca family for the oharas. 

i am .... a total hoe for pinterest so if you want to check out her board thats here.

OH HEY LOOK I THOUGHT OF SOME PLOTS FOR ONCE

after a rough childhood she picked up a passion for self defense and not being taken advantage of again so if someone wants to be like a sort of sparring partner that would be cool beans.

i’m honestly….. i love angst so much so give me some terribly toxic on/off relationship. male or female, doesn’t matter.

a roommate! an old friend from when she was a kid maybe if they’re in the same gang or some poor soul she found on craigslist if they’re a normal civilian.

cross gang friendships? sign me up.

saltmates, someone she can just complain with and gossip with and hate 98% of humanity with.

she spent the majority of her life around here so some ex from high school would be groot. make it angsty and toxic pls!

good influences! she needs some of those in her life though i warn you she will probably make your muse go bald in the process.

maybe someone who really helped turn her head to working for the oharas

annnnnd theres nothing like a good enemy plot .

this has been the worst plot list ever in the history of the world