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flositaa · 5 months

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I FINALLY DID THIS!

@simpforlizzie @hopelesslygaysstuff

#flositaa’s writing #wanda maximoff #wanda Maximoff the eras tour #wanda #scarlet witch

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shirtsarebae · 27 days

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"Who's afraid of little old me?" Gives me massive Wanda Maximoff vibes??? Just me????

#ttpd #ts #waolom #taytay #ts ttpd #the eras tour #wanda maximoff #the tortured poets department #taylor swift #taylor freaking swift

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chvoswxtch · 9 months

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the eras tour (court's version) [closed]

☾ masterlist for my 3k followers friends celebration!

you can find the details/breakdown of this celebration here!

☾ debut

»— track one: love to watch you work (court's version)

»— track two: the bodyguard (court's version)

☾ fearless

»— track one: fuck, marry, kill (matt's version ft. frank & billy)

»— track two: fuck, marry, kill (gilmore guys' version)

»— track three: cast your mutuals (court's version)

»— track four: fuck, marry, kill (matt's version)

»— track five: cast your mutuals (literature version)

»— track six: cast your mutuals (marvel's version)

☾ speak now

»— track one: i can see you (frank's version)

»— track two: long live (yelena's version)

»— track three: i can see you (billy's version) (from the vault)*

»— track four: electric touch (frank's version ft. matt)

»— track five: innocent (foggy's version) (from the vault)*

»— track six: timeless (matt's version)

»— track seven: mine (elektra's version) (from the vault)*

»— track eight: when jess falls in love (jessica's version)

»— track nine: enchanted (frank's version)

☾ red

»— track one: champagne problems (elektra's version)

»— track two: the night we met (matt’s version)

☾ 1989

»— track one: put your records on (lea's version)

»— track two: whole lotta woman (meg's version)

☾ reputation

»— track one: virgos & vinyls (court's version)

»— track two: special guests (taylor's version)

»— track three: horror (court's version)

»— track four: gilmore girls (court's version)

☾ lover

»— track one: miss americana & the heartbreak prince (billy's version)

»— track two: daylight (foggy's version)

»— track three: lover (natasha's version)

»— track four: the archer (frank's version)

»— track five: soon you'll get better (yelena's version)

»— track six: london boy (matt's version)

»— track seven: cornelia street (luke's version)

»— track eight: i think he knows (matt's version)

»— track nine: cruel summer (jessica's version)

»— track ten: paper rings (dean's version)

☾ folklore

»— track one: invisible string (frank's version)

☾ evermore

»— track one: lavender haze (frank's version)

»— track two: the bodyguard (frank's version)

»— track three: just wanted to hear your voice (billy's version)

»— track four: willow (matt's version)

☾ midnights

»— track one: vigilante shit (frank's version) (from the vault)*

»— track two: desire (matt's version)

»— track three: admit it (billy's version) (from the vault)*

»— track four: the loneliest (frank's version)

»— track five: god is a woman (matt's version) (from the vault)*

»— track six: rotten work (matt's version)

»— track seven: just you and me, and your friend ellie (matt's version ft. elektra)

»— track eight: ya'aburnee (billy's version)

»— track nine: enjoy the silence (frank's version) (from the vault)*

»— track ten: something like that (matt's version)

»— track eleven: false god (matt's version) (from the vault)*

»— track twelve: take a hint (billy's version) (from the vault)*

*vault tracks are 18+

#court's 3k followers celebration #court's 3k friends celebration #the eras tour (court's version)#matt murdock #daredevil #karen page #foggy nelson #elektra natchios #frank castle #the punisher #billy russo #jessica jones #luke cage #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #wanda maximoff #dean winchester

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ispytinyasafirefly · 8 months

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They say the end is coming,

Everyone's up to something,

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings.

#wanda maximoff #wanda #scarlet witch #vision #wandavision #swifties #taylornation #taylor swift #sweet nothing #marvel #love #midnights #eras #eras tour #little things #midnight #edit #edits

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flora-the-frog · 6 months

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introduction thingyy! <3

hiii! i'm flora or flo, also feel free to call me rain!! :))

i use she/her pronouns and i'm biromantic!! i am a HUUUUGE marvel fan- i adore marvel helppppp

favourite characters deff tony + spidermannn + LOKI and wandaaaa!

i adore frogggs and sheep and chickkkenssss and Iive on a farm in semi-outback australia !!

i'm a self-taught artist, i mainly draw dragons and other shit like humans and stufff but sadly im kinda lazy and don't really practice/draw much anymore so hopefully you guys can help me draw again xD

uuuuuuuummm i think thats all- i have two amazing friends here- @cloudymangoes and @finfeelsfunny so go check 'em ouuutt >:000

thats all!! <33

have a great day and remember to be hhhappPPPyYYyYYyyy

omg also TAYLOR SWIFFFTTTTT

love her so muchhh her music and lyrics are amazingggggg

yes im a huge swiftieee! folklore is her best album please anyone agreeeee 😭😭😭

huge swifte ahhh

as you can probably tell im a giant doofus and idiot so dont mind me-

okay thats all i think

bbyyyyye! <3

#drawing #taylor swift #folklore #the eras tour #wings of fire #frogs #sheep #lambs #artist #self-taught artists #marvel #loki #spiderman #wanda maximoff #drawingg #aussie #australian #bookworm #MARVEL FANS

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ryl33writes · 1 year

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My name is Wanda Maximoff, and

I was born in 1989 !!

#wanda maximoff #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch #wandavision #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #taylor swift #the eras tour #eras tour

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thatonebrazilian · 11 months

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Hello Darkness ~ Chapter 12

… Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13 (coming soon)...

A/N: GUUUYYYSSS, I'M GOING TO THE ERAS TOUR!! I'm so freaking happy and excited that my creativity just bombarded me, and it didn't give a damn that I was supposed to write and article instead of this HUEHEUEE. I can't believe I'm going to see TAYLOR FREAKING SWIFT!!!! I also bought the VIP tickets so I could be really close to her huehuehue I'm so excited!!

I normally write so much angst, but I'm so happy that I couldn't help but writing the fluffiest fluff. Seriously, this is tooth rotting sweet, super adorable. If you know anyone who loves fluff tell them to read this chap as a standalone (if they don't read the fic already), cause this is seriously the best fluff piece I've ever written.

Anyway, happy reading!

Summary: You were happy with Wanda until you found Vision on her bed. You loved her, though, you would have forgiven her eventually, but Natasha couldn’t let you throw away your chance at true happiness like that. So she took matters into her own hands.

Warnings: Cheating, Kidnapping, Gaslighting, non-con sex, non-con drug use, non-con alcohol consumption, Stockholm syndrome, soft!dark!Natasha, synthetic cock, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, praising kink, little bit of mommy kink… I think that’s it, lmk if I need to add more. MINORS DNI. You have been warned.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 5000 +/-

You left Tony’s lab feeling no different from when you entered, the smirk on his face telling you just how much he supported your decision. Well, of course he did, he was the one to develop the tech and attach it to you.

He was your best friend beside Natasha, and he knew this decision was going to make you happy, so he did it for you.

As you walked towards your room you took notice of everything in the tower. You were going to miss this place, you were going to miss your team. Tony and Loki were the only ones who knew about your early retirement, they made sure you’d have everything you needed in your new home, a home that Natasha bought and refused to tell you the location, she said it was going to be a surprise; you trusted her, and you knew you’d love whatever she came up with.

You opened the door to your room, Yelena was on Natasha’s lap, your fiancée sitting on the bed playing with your daughter. Neither had noticed you there.

“Come on, Malenky, say Mama,” Natasha said, playing with Lena’s hands as the child giggled madly.

“Ma!” Yelena practically yelled out, bouncing animatedly on Nat’s lap.

“Yes, yes my love, I’m your ma, but I want you to say mama” Nat repeated, her smile growing more and more “Your other mother needs some lovin’ too, you know.”

You felt tears pooling in your eyes, your heart swelling in your chest. If you could relive this moment again, and again and again, you’d do so. Natasha was such a wonderful mother, you couldn’t even comprehend what she must’ve gone through in the Red Room for them to make her think she was unfit for motherhood.

“Mmmmma!” Yelena yelled again, giggling right after.

Natasha threw her head back and laughed too, her smile going from ear to ear, her eyes shining against the light that came from the window. She shook her head then and tickled Yelena “Say mama!” she said.

"Ma!" Yelena said, almost as if she was teasing Natasha.

"I think she's messing with you, Nat," you said, making your presence known.

You walked further into the room; upon seeing you Natasha's smile became a beaming one, a shining beacon of happiness, just like Lena's. You didn't know how to process the hurting in your chest. The two people you loved the most were clearly ecstatic to see you, and that alone made you feel so happy, so fulfilled, that you felt your heart almost bursting out of your chest. It hurt, but it was the best thing you've ever felt.

"She is," Natasha confirmed, looking between you and Lena with what you could only describe as heart eyes. "She just loves messing with her ma."

You hummed and climbed the bed, kneeling beside your woman and your baby, leaning in to kiss Natasha.

"Must've gotten it from you," Nat added as you were just a breath away, your lips ghosting hers, her eyes full of mirth.

"Me?!" You said, putting your hand dramatically over your chest as you drew away.

Yelena laughed along with Natasha and you narrowed your eyes.

"Ohh, so you two are ganging up on me now, are you?" You said, crossing your arms, fighting off your own fit of laughter. You cracked your knuckles then, and an exaggerated evil smile crossed your face. "Well, I guess I'll have to deal with this the hard way, then."

You started wiggling your fingers as you drew close again, Natasha tried backing away but her back hit the headboard, Yelena was laughing hysterically even though you hadn't touched her yet.

"No! Please, please, spare us, oh all-powerful mama!" Your Natalia said between barely concealed puffs of laughter, drawing her knees up to try and protect Lena from your wrath.

"You must face your punishment, troublesome duo," you said, still wiggling your fingers, getting ready to pounce on your prey "So prepare for the… tickle attack!"

You dove in.

"Nooooo, mamaaaaa!" Yelena practically yelled between fits of laughter.

Your fingers danced across their bodies. Yelena was especially ticklish on her neck, while your beautiful Natalia couldn't hold it in when you tickled her waistline.

While Lena curved herself into a little ball to try and stop your attack, Natasha practically pinned her arms to her side in a futile attempt to keep you from her waist.

"Do you apologize for ganging up on me?" You asked imperiously, drawing away to think of a way to get the both of them without using your powers.

"Never!" Natasha yelled back, holding in her laughter.

“Oh, really?” you asked, drawing closer again, your arm sneaking around Nat. She nodded, biting her lip while fighting off a smile.

You managed to get your fingers under her arm, tickling her waist with one hand as the other wiggled around Lena’s head to get to the back of her neck, tickling her there. Yelena squealed and trashed around while Natasha tried wiggling away from your hand.

“Ok! Ok! We give up!” your redhead yelled between fits of laughter.

“What do you say, then?” you asked with a huge smile on your face.

“We’re sorry…” she said with a slight pout.

“Owy mama,” Yelena said, her pout a perfect mirror of Natasha’s.

You felt your hands twitching with the desire to squish the both of them, they were entirely too cute for their own good.

"You better be, otherwise I'll tickle you more, you two hear me?" You said, crossing your arms and looking at them through narrowed eyes.

Natasha nodded with a smile on her face, while Yelena threw her hands up and yelled "Yes!"

You laughed out loud and pulled them to you, giving Yelena's cheeks lots of little kisses, then delicately kissing Natasha's nose before resting your forehead against hers.

"Thank you for this, my love," you said, one of your hands caressing her face, "thank you for giving me our little angel, thank you for giving me your heart."

Natasha brushed her nose against yours, one of her hands coming up to rest above yours, "you should know by now that I'd do anything for you."

"Are you sure you don't want to tell anyone else you're leaving?" Tony asked as the last of your luggage got carried to the car.

You smiled up at him, if there was one thing you'd surely miss about this place that would be Tony. Yeah, he's a dick sometimes, and he can be really inconvenient when he wants to be, but he's also one of the funniest people you've ever met, and despite his attempts at hiding it, he's one of the most caring people in the whole wide world.

"Yeah," you answered with a little eye roll, "don't want anyone throwing a fit or meddling in my business. I mean, I'm moving out on the same day as Natasha, they're bound to find out about us."

"And by anyone you mean the wicked witch of the west," Tony teased with a smirk "Why not move on a different day, then? Natasha could go first and then-"

"I'mma stop you right there, Tin-man. I'm not going to leave my woman and my child alone. Also, even if we did move on different days, it'd still be pretty obvious." You said, shaking your head a little, "I mean, we've been living here since forever and neither of us ever said anything about moving, and then suddenly we move out within a couple of days from each other? Everyone would know that's bullshit."

"Yeah, yeah," Tony sighed, "guess I just wanted you to stay a bit more."

You patted his arm and hugged him "We won't be too far, at least that's what Nat said." You chuckled and pulled away, squeezing his arm once more "Besides, I expect you to be visiting quite often. Your goddaughter's gotta be well acquainted with her godfather."

Tony laughed at that and moved his eyes to Lena, who was currently playing with a lock of Natasha's hair while your fianceée said her goodbyes to Loki.

You caught yourself wishing, not for the first time, that your eyes could take pictures. The way the sun illuminated Natasha's hair was magical, the way she tilted her hip slightly to accommodate Lena better, the way your daughter smiled brightly as she played with her mother's hair, you wished you could carry that image with you for the rest of your life.

"I'm really happy for you, you know. She's amazing, she lights up a room," Tony said with a fond smile on his face "and she has this captivating smile. That smile she got from you, it has your toothy grin written all over it. It's amazing how she looks like you, but also like Natasha."

You beamed at him, his eyes shone with love, but also with longing, and that made you realize… "You're thinking about having one, aren't you?" You asked gently, putting your hand on his shoulder.

Tony sighed once more" Yeah. Think that's crazy?"

"No way," you said "I know for a fact you're gonna be a great dad. And Pepper an amazing mom."

Tony's smile came back, and he patted your back a couple times. "I'm gonna miss you, Blue," he said and you used your light blue magic to poke his nose.

"I'mma miss you too, Tin-man." You said then, taking a couple steps towards the car, where Natasha and Yelena were already waiting.

"We're gonna visit soon!" Tony yelled out as you entered the car.

"Maybe sooner than you think!" Loki said.

"We're counting on it!" You and Nat said in unison as she turned the ignition on. You looked at your friends and smiled once more "Don't kill yourselves, you two, and don't do anything I wouldn't!"

You drove away.

"Did Loki tell you that he expects Lena to be taught the art of deceiving?" You asked Nat as you took in the scenery.

You knew this part of the city well, it wasn't far from the compound at all, and it was pretty close to where your family lived.

"Yes, he said there's no one better than me to teach her," Nat answered with a smile on her face. "Did he tell you that since he doesn't intend on having children, he's gonna name Lena as his heiress to the throne?"

You turned to her, her smile had turned into a smirk.

"You're messing with me." You said, shaking your head, your eyes going to the rearview mirror to take a look at Yelena.

"I'm actually not. Not this time." Nat said, taking one of her hands off the steering wheel to interlace her fingers with yours.

"But isn't Thor the next in line?" You asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, but he doesn't have any children either, so if anything ever happens to him Loki will be the king."

"... And Yelena a fucking princess." You sigh in a mix of fondness and disbelief "My daughter, a literal princess. Holy fuck."

"Well, you are the queen of my heart, so…"

It was only because your daughter had her eyes on the both of you that you didn't make Natasha stop that car so you could fuck her into oblivion.

Your heart swelled hearing those words. You knew no words were ever necessary to show you how much your Natalia loved you, she had proven it over and over again, but still, you felt so validated, so cared for whenever she said those things. You could only hope to replicate that feeling in her chest.

"Our queendom is mutual then because you're the queen of my heart, body, and soul." You said with one hand over your chest.

Natasha raised a single eyebrow, and her smirk grew bigger "Did you just quote Taylor Swift at me?"

You smiled and fluttered your lashes at her. She laughed out loud and squeezed your hand.

"You're lucky you're so cute." She muttered, regaining her neutral expression, though you could see her fighting off a smile.

"I can't help it, it's like she takes a peek into our lives before writing those songs!" You defended yourself.

"Ake it off, ake it off!" Yelena sang, making you and Nat burst out laughing.

"See, even Lena agrees!" You said, still laughing.

"Ok, ok, I'll have to relent this time," Nat said, and you brought her hand, still intertwined with yours, to your lips, making her smirk once again.

"Well, since you're in a relenting mood, could you relent and tell me where our home will be?" You asked, batting your eyelashes once more.

"Geez, five minutes, detka, five more minutes." She chuckled and shook her head.

"You've been saying five more minutes for fifteen minutes now." You said, pouting.

Natasha didn't say anything back, she just kept that damned smirk on her face. You could tell she was excited, the way her finger tapped the wheel gave her away.

You knew Natasha Romanoff enough to know that she had spent a lot of time searching for the perfect house, and you knew as well that you would love whatever she chose because, one, she certainly had you in mind while doing so, and two, your home was with her, no matter where you lived in.

As she drove, you kept stealing glances at her, your curiosity growing more and more by the minute. "Not even a little hint?" You asked then.

Natasha laughed at that, shook her head, and said, "Calm down, detka, it's a surprise. Just wait and see, we'll be there soon enough."

"Where ma?" Yelena's voice popped up, making you laugh out loud.

"See! Even our kid's curious!" You accused, pointing a finger at Lena.

"Rious!" Yelena yelled out, making you laugh once again.

"Now who's ganging up on who?!" Natasha said, smiling from ear to ear.

You opened your mouth to reply, but Natasha took a turn, and then another, and you found yourself in an area you knew quite well. As you got deeper and deeper into the neighborhood, Nat turned down a quiet street lined with trees. You remembered playing with your siblings not too far from there.

And then Nat pulled up. You gasped in surprise, your heart swelling once more with overwhelming love for this beautiful woman you could call your own. It was a beautiful three-story home, it had a modern layout and you could clearly see how it was brimming with technology. But more than that, it was only a couple blocks away from your parent's house.

"Holy shit, Natasha," you exclaimed, completely forgetting for a moment you shouldn't curse near your very intelligent child "This is perfect!"

You unbuckled your seatbelt and practically jumped from the car, your eyes roamed the area, seeing a huge space for a garden, an enormous garage, a pool in the back as well as a weirdly technological shack.

Natasha took Yelena and got out after you, her eyes shining with what could be only described as pride. "I knew you'd love it," she said, setting Yelena down so the kid could run through the space where the garden would be. "And the best part is the location. We're just a short walk to your parents' house, but the Avengers Tower isn't far either." She said, coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist. "When I took you to my cabin, you told me you missed our friends and your family. This house allows us to be close enough to both."

You turned around in Natasha's embrace, your eyes meeting hers, and as you tried to speak it was as if your voice didn't want to cooperate, you were too emotional, so you only managed to whisper. "I can't believe you did all of this for me. For us."

"Your happiness is my reason for living. I'd do anything to see you smile like that." She said, her eyes looking right at your soul, she cupped your face, caressing your cheek with one hand. "Detka, I love you more than words can say, more than the sun that lights my day, more than the air that fills my lungs. I love you more than life itself. I hope you know that by now."

You nodded, your eyes filling with unshed tears. "I know," you said, kissing her palm "and I love you just as much. You're the one I live for, my everything, my reason to be."

You touched your forehead against hers, your hand caressing her face just as she had done to you.

"Mamaaaa! Look, toys!" You heard Yelena giggle, making you laugh and pull away from your love.

Your heart never felt so full.

It was late in the evening when Yelena finally fell asleep in her own room, you and Nat tucked her in and kissed her forehead, and then she was out like a light.

The moment the door to your kid's room closed, you pushed Natasha against the wall and kissed her. Natasha's hands started traveling your body, but you stopped her as you pulled her with you towards the stairs. You'd go to the first floor, the farthest from Yelena's room, so you could properly christen the house.

As soon as you got to the first floor, Nat pulled you to the kitchen and pushed you against the counters. She kissed your neck and rolled up your camisole so she could feel the curve of your ass. You couldn't help but grind back against her, making her let out a little moan.

"Y/N, my love, you always feel so fucking good," she said low against your ear. You arched against her, shivering a little. Nat's eyes were dark with lust. It drove you wild seeing how crazy you could make her.

"Fuck, Natty" you breathe out.

Natasha squeezed your ass then, unable to keep her hands off of you. "Why are we still wearing clothes, Detka?"

You pulled away with an impish smile on your face. "In the kitchen?" you asked, then, biting your lip. "Really? You know I'm gonna have to bleach everything when we're done, right?" You teased, inching in and pulling her lower lip between your teeth.

"Tell you what, Kotenok, I'll bleach it down myself if you let me bend you right here and right now," she said with a teasing smile, her lips brushing yours.

You pulled away a little and tilted your head a bit to the side, your eyes glowing slightly blue. “What if I want you to bend over for me, Natty baby?” you said as you inched closer again, slipping your hand into her lacy underwear and toying with her lower lips.

"Fuck, Detka," she sighed, bucking her hips against your hand.

Your hand went to her clit, massaging it in slow circles as your forehead came to rest against hers. “I have a little something for you,” you whispered.

The moment your hands left her Natasha let out a little whimper, making your body tremble with desire. You grabbed her shoulders and turned your positions, pinning her to the counter and pressing the little Black Widow insignia on your own body.

The telltale sound you two came to know so well echoed through the kitchen, but this time it didn’t come from her. Natasha’s eyes widened at the realization, your eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitancy. You only found a bit of confusion.

“I asked Tony for it,” you said before she could say anything, your hands tightening on her waist “I wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

You didn’t wait for her answer, you claimed her mouth with yours once again, your hands exploring her pussy once more. Nat only moaned and buckled against you, pulling you closer by the collar of your camisole.

You lifted her up the counter, her legs automatically wrapping around your waist. Her nipples showed through the shirt she was wearing, your shirt. One of your hands moved to rub over the little nub and Nat arched her back, offering herself up to you in a silver platter.

You kissed her neck down to her collarbone, her scent was intoxicating. Nat clung to you, her arms pulling you impossibly closer as a shivery groan left her mouth. You angled your fingers to rub in the exact way you knew she liked, and pleasure ran through you at the sight of her squirming. Her hips ground against you, the smell of her arousal permeating the room as she rubbed against your hand to the beat of her uneven breaths. Her legs began to shake, wrapping around your waist and gripping you to the point it’d leave bruises. You didn’t care, though, you always thought that dying between her legs would be the best way to go.

“Yes, right there Detka, you’re being so good to me, such a good girl,” she moaned, hips still grinding against your hand.

You groaned and bit your lip “Fuck, Nat, you’re so hot, so fucking hot”.

Her hands twisted the fabric of your camisole so tight it almost rip apart, she had this pleased expression on her face, and you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused just by looking at her.

The more you rubber her clit the tighter her legs wrapped around you, drawing you closer and closer. The handle of the cabinet dug into your tight, but you couldn't really feel it, your attention solely on the redhead squirming against you.

Natasha always looked beautiful; in all the years you’ve known her there wasn’t a single stance where she looked anything less than perfect. Even when bloodied and bruised, even when crying and shouting, your Natalia was the most beautiful sight you have ever laid eyes upon, and yet this was one of her most beautiful facets. The bliss on her face, the slight flush to her cheeks, the silver of forest green in her darkened eyes; it was heaven. She was heaven.

You couldn't take it anymore, you withdrew your hand and ripped her underwear, making her practically growl. The sound soon turned into a sigh when she felt your cock rubbing against her lower lips, and you had to fight off this loud, loud moan you knew could wake your child. You don’t know what exactly Tony did, you didn’t know if this was how an actual man’s cock felt, but the feeling was mind-blowing.

You bucked your hips against hers, your cock grinding against her soaking wet pussy as she let out a wanton, needy sound, rocking her hips right back, clad in nothing more than an oversized shirt of yours.

“So eager, my love,” you panted against her mouth “You want my cock, Natty, is that what you want?”

Natasha’s hands gripped your camisole tighter still, ripping it as she, too, panted against your mouth, nodding almost desperately.

You shook your head and bit your lip. “I want you to answer me, baby. Do you want my cock?”

“Fuck, fuck, yes, Y/N! Yes, I want your cock, goddamn it!” she practically screamed.

You smirked, one of your hands making its way to the back of her head, gripping her hair tightly in a fist. “Where do you want it?” you asked.

Natasha growled this time, and her nails dug into the skin of your back where the fabric had ripped. “Y/N, if you don’t shove your big, fat cock in my pussy right this second I swear to god I’m gonna handcuff you to bed and ride you all night long without letting you cum.”

You shivered. It would be torture, but it would also be bliss. You didn’t know if she was trying to persuade you or dissuade you. You didn’t want to know.

You pushed in.

“Oh my god, oh fuck!” She shivered as you entered her. It was bliss, it was pure bliss. You buried your face against her neck and bit on that sweet spot of hers, making her tighten around you. “Fuck, detka, you feel so good inside me, so good for your mommy!”

“Mommy, mommy,” you mumbled between each thrust, feeling her walls around your cock as if it was actually a part of you. Natasha was tight, so fucking tight and so wet and warm, and, god, you could stay inside of her forever “I wanna make you feel good,” you kept mumbling “I wanna make you feel so fucking good, make you cum on my cock so hard, fuck, I love you, I love you so much.”

"Oh god, Detka, please, please, go deeper,” she groaned and gripped your shoulders tightly. And who were you to deny the love of your life?

You pulled out until only the tip of your cock was inside of her, and using your magic you made it even bigger before thrusting back in again, going deeper and harder than before.

Natasha's eyes widened, she gasped your name again and again as you fucked her silly, as you lost yourself in her.

Fuck, how could she feel so good? She was so tight and warm around you, so much so that every time you pulled back you felt the absence of her. You could spend days with your cock buried inside her tight pussy; you could even see yourself chilling on the sofa, watching a movie as she cockwarmed you. God, that would be heaven.

You were so lost in her, drowning so deliciously in the pleasure she was giving you that you barely paid attention to the murmured praises you were muttering in her ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, my Natalia, so ethereal. God, do you know what you do to me?" You muttered, feeling her walls tighten up around you, hearing the needy whine that left her lips. "You’re my whole world, my universe, my everything… So pretty, so beautiful, so perfect… Fuck, you feel so fucking good around me, Mommy, so hot and tight… Never wanna stop, wanna keep fucking you forever… ”

Natasha was moaning and panting like you'd never seen her do before. She was always so controlled, moaning only the dirtiest praises, groaning only at low volume, but now she was singing her pleasure with abandon, holding onto you as if you were the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

Looking at her like that, so free, so blissed out, it hit you once again how much you loved this woman. She really was your everything, you would shatter without her.

Natasha pulled you even closer and tucked her head into that sweet spot on your neck. And then she bit down, hard. You groaned and rutted harder into her as she held you close, keeping her head in your neck almost possessively.

You moaned loudly as you felt her licking the bite, your hand making its way to her breast, where you twisted her nipple in retaliation, your hips working harder and faster as you pounded into her with abandon.

“Yes, fuck, Detka," Natasha pleaded, whorish moans leaving her mouth, "keep fucking me just like that. Fuck, that’s so deep. You're so good to your mommy, baby, fucking me so hard,” she was gasping, her breathing ragged, and you could feel her pussy pulsing around you.

She dragged her nails down your back, ripping your camisole even more.

You put your hands on her stomach, under the shirt.

She tightened around you even more, driving you beyond whatever notion of pleasure you could convince.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the moment you tried to speak, she kissed you hard enough to make you see stars.

And then she was shuddering, squirting all over the counter, tightening so much around you that you couldn't help but explode.

Your hands glowed blue over her stomach.

Your come filled her entirely.

She sagged against you.

"Hey, Natty baby," you said then after catching your breath, your glowing hands retreating from her stomach as you placed them under her tights to pick her up. "How're you feeling? Are you ok? Do you need anything?"

She raised her head to look you in the eyes, her forest green orbs filled with adoration “I don’t feel my legs but… god that was so fucking good, Y/N.” she groaned, lowering her head on your chest once again as you placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Fucking good is an understatement. I think you officially broke me. I won't be able to ever have sex again without wanting to make you squirt.” You joked, walking towards the sofa and gently laying Natasha down.

With a single wave of your hand, a warm damp cloth appeared right in front of you. You took it and delicately wiped Natasha clean, caressing and massaging her body as you went.

Natasha's hands cupped your cheeks, and there was so much love in her eyes you felt like your whole life led you right to that moment.

“I really want to marry you, you know?” she asks, stretching her legs with a dopey, lovesick smile on her face.

With another wave of your hand your clothes were fixed, covering your bodies as if they were never tattered.

After making sure your camisole was right, you leaned over her and brushed your nose against hers.

"I know," you whispered, "I really wanna marry you, too. You know that, right?"

You picked her up once again, cradling her lovingly in your arms as you walked her to your new room in your new home.

“Yeah, I know.”

She wrapped her arms around your neck, tucking her face in your neck and cuddling you while you stroke her hair.

It didn't matter if this started out wrong, Natasha more than made up for it by now. And with this place, you felt like it was all coming together. Like this was the beginning of a new chapter in your lives, and you couldn't wait to see what the future held for the three of you in your beautiful new home.

You hoped nothing would perturb this peaceful serenity you found.

You would hate to have to paint your hands red again.

But you would rejoice in the suffering of whoever dared to break your bubble.

If it was the last thing you do.

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ao3feed-stony · 11 months

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This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE: Peter Stark-Roger's Field Trip to Hell

by orm_the_pirate_worm

Peter Stark-Rogers would like to consider himself a lucky kid, but a permission slip for a field trip to his own backyard seems ready to dispute that.

He's wary that between Flash's bullying, his school's adamancy that he's lying about his internship, and his dad's strange obsession with embarrassing him, it'll all go straight to hell.

Thankfully, the Avengers have his back.

The return of my Peter Parker Field Trip Fic Era, complete with literally every cliché we could think of.

Words: 16078, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Shuri (Marvel), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Characters, Flash Thompson, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Vision (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Loki & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Shuri, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker Friendship, Wanda is Peter's self-appointed older sister, Peter is Steve and Tony's kid but nobody knows about it lol, Flash Thompson Being A Jerk, Pepper is our AroAce queen, She's also sick of Tony's bullshit, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Avengers, Found Family, The Avengers plot to embarrass the shit out of Peter, Harley Keener as the tour guide, We added every cliche ever in here, Protective Avengers, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Adopted Child, Bucky makes waffle fries, Clint in the vents, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, No beta we die like Pepper's will to run this damn company, Chaos and Shenanigans, Peter is not allowed to drive and he's salty about it, Everybody has a nickname for Peter, References to Barbie: Life in The Dream House, Not Canon Compliant, We resent canon, Endgame never happened because I said so, MJ is a creative genius and a feral lesbian icon, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Because I'll wake up in cold sweat tonight remembering all the ones I forgot

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48021724

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fan fiction #ao3 stony feed #stony fan

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stony-ao3-feed · 11 months

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This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE: Peter Stark-Roger's Field Trip to Hell

Read it on AO3

by orm_the_pirate_worm

Peter Stark-Rogers would like to consider himself a lucky kid, but a permission slip for a field trip to his own backyard seems ready to dispute that.

He's wary that between Flash's bullying, his school's adamancy that he's lying about his internship, and his dad's strange obsession with embarrassing him, it'll all go straight to hell.

Thankfully, the Avengers have his back.

The return of my Peter Parker Field Trip Fic Era, complete with literally every cliché we could think of.

Words: 16078, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Loki & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Shuri, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Read it on AO3

#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

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ao3feed-sambucky · 11 months

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This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE: Peter Stark-Roger's Field Trip to Hell

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48021724

by orm_the_pirate_worm

Peter Stark-Rogers would like to consider himself a lucky kid, but a permission slip for a field trip to his own backyard seems ready to dispute that.

He's wary that between Flash's bullying, his school's adamancy that he's lying about his internship, and his dad's strange obsession with embarrassing him, it'll all go straight to hell.

Thankfully, the Avengers have his back.

The return of my Peter Parker Field Trip Fic Era, complete with literally every cliché we could think of.

Words: 1969, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Loki & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Shuri, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48021724

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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sxveme-2 · 3 years

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blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

MASTERLIST

Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Edited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Five: The One with the Burnt Pancakes

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2516

Coming out of a divorce unscathed was more uncommon than its counterpart. Typically, a bit of baggage attaches itself to one or both parties. No matter whether or not divorce rates are through the roof in today's modern era, it still hurt more than words could describe. Especially when it's due to an affair. It creates this sense of unworthiness, and as though you weren't good enough. And when the pair has a child, it makes it ten times more difficult. Knowing that you'll have to break it to the child that their parents will no longer be together, and that they will most likely spend more time with one in comparison to the other.

But, when your child already has a bit of distaste towards your partner, it can make the blow a little softer. Sure, every mother wants their child to have a relationship with their father, other mom, etc. Whatever the situation is, parents, want that. They want to be able to see their child's face when they see their ex-spouse, but sometimes, there's nothing you can do about it. Especially when your ex never put in the effort, to begin with.

Above all, your perception of love changes. and that's exactly what happened to Lily. She lost all belief in herself and didn't believe she could ever find someone who would love her, along with the baggage that she carried alongside her. And that broken heart that she has yet to mend, and honestly, she wasn't sure if she'd ever find someone who could help. To cup warm hands around the two halves and hold them together until they combined once again.

Other things she deemed impossible, was her sitting in a kitchen with the avengers. Earth’s mightiest heroes. The people that destroyed an entire army. travelled to space. Some even having been ripped out of time and thrown into different roles and periods. These people had stories people couldn't even dream of, lived lives people only wished to be able to experience. And here sat Lily, a single mother of an 11-year-old boy, who lived in a domestic area, and worked as a pediatrician. She was minuscule in comparison to the Gods and soldiers that sat around her.

"So, is Hunter’s father around?" a soft voice asked, an accent dripping from the words. It had pulled Lily out of her thoughts of astonishment, as she tried to wrap her head around what was currently happening.

"Hm? Oh, no," Lily spoke, her voice as soft as the gentle ripple of a pond, while she sipped the coffee they had given her. Glancing up, a few of the superheroes looked at her with inquisitive eyes, wondering where he may be, or if he even was to be anymore, "We uh, we divorced four years ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that," the girl continued. Lily had placed her as Scarlet Witch, or Wanda Maximoff. Hunter adored her. He ranted and raved about how cool her abilities were and how she could probably take down an entire army by herself if she wanted to, "He's cute. I've always wanted kids."

Lily nodded along as the conversation continued around her. She stayed as silent as a sleeping lamb, her green eyes glancing around as she tapped her fingers against her coffee mug. She wasn't sure what they wanted her to say. It had been proven time and time again that Lily was the farthest from a talker. Deep inside of her mind, the little voice of self-doubt had convinced her that no one cared about what she had to say. That the only reason people even spoke to her, to begin with, was because it was polite. But she's also been told that the world around her found that shy demeanour endearing, and mysterious. As if she held secrets behind those sealed lips when in reality, Lily was scared that if she spoke, she'd create secrets. Letting the world in on the pain she hid, that she kept locked away in a vault deep within her mind. protecting herself from being destroyed again.

"...So if you ever need a babysitter," Wanda’s voice sang again, yanking Lily away from her deeper thoughts once again, as though the two were tethered. the young blonde's attention perked up as the young girl continued speaking, "I'm your girl."

Was the Scarlet Witch, offering to babysit Lily's eleven-year-old? As in, seriously? Like to pick him up or come down from upstate New York to deliberately take care of him? If it weren't for the fact Lily rarely left the house, and if she did, it was with Hunter, she may have considered the idea. But Lily wasn't one to go out. The noise that came along with the idea of partying or going out on the town always got Lily's heart beating at a much too fast pace. If she was going out, it was to gen's cafe, or with three glasses of wine down and a whole bottle to go. The world was loud and intimidating, and could easily crush Lily's fragile heart and mind with a simple touch. And where would that lead her? Nowhere good, that's where.

"Oh that's sweet, but I don't typically go out, and when I do, he comes with," Lily stated, lips forming a tight smile as she ran her finger along the circular hole atop her mug.

"Really? A girl that's as beautiful as you must get tons of guys and go out on dates. and I see no ring on that finger," the infamous Tony Stark teased while shifting his weight to look at the blonde, "unless there's already a lucky fella."

A laugh of almost disbelief escaped through Lily's full lips as if the idea of Tony Stark calling her beautiful was too good to be true, "Oh no. my best friend tries but I don't date. Already have my hands full with work and Hunter."

"Where do you work?" Steve's voice now chimed in, pushing off the counter he leaned on as Bucky worked away, staying silent. He hadn't spoken a word to Lily since Steve walked her through the threshold of the kitchen, merely a gruff hi before returning to the feverish work he was doing on the pancakes. It was as though he was trying to make them perfect.

"I'm a pediatrician at Mount Sinai Kravis Children's Hospital down in Manhattan," Lily answered, her eyes averting from looking at any of the intimidating people around her. Why were they so interested in her? Why did they seriously care so much about her personal life? She just brought Hunter here for a tour, not an interrogation...was this what people did? Like...they wanted to learn more about her? It didn't make sense, she was pretty basic. There was nothing special to her, Lily thought.

"Oh, that's awesome. I have a few-"

"SHIT!"

The large outburst caused everybody to immediately turn their attention to where it came from. Behind the counter, Bucky was waving smoke away from his face that seemed to be billowing from the pan on the stove. He burnt the pancakes. Lily felt a small smile tug at the corners of her lips as she watched him throw a towel at the counter, his face turning a crisp shade of red, like a cherry. The moment his eyes landed on her though, his entire body lit up in a hue of pink it seemed. He grew flustered, biting down on this ever so soft lips he had. Lily was only human, she couldn't help but avert her eyes down to the thin layer of skin. And as if on cue, Wanda let her voice ring through the kitchen.

"Damn it, Barnes! I told you not to cook, and you decide to challenge your abilities in front of our guest?" The ginger exclaimed while standing from her chair, going to help the built man clean his mess.

A few of the others in the room whined, and Lily guessed they had been waiting for a bit to eat. She felt a twang of guilt deep within her, as though it was her fault. But it really wasn't, she wasn't the one making the pancakes. no, she was merely answering the personal questions they all seemed to have for her, as well as constantly glancing at the hall or behind her to see if Hunter was on his way back. Instead, he was now outside with Sam, looking at all of the different artifacts and things that weren't able to be kept inside of the compound.

"You much of a chef, Lily?" James Rhodes (Warmachine, she reminded herself), asked. No matter the amount of mental effort it took, Lily couldn't help but allow the tinge of rose to decorate her full cheeks. They seemed to want to get to know her, and she felt almost...accepted? No, maybe more so welcomed, by these beings of immense power and ability. She allowed her shoulders to relax, and her grip on her mug lessened.

"Nothing impressive, but I do know my way around a kitchen," she responded, tilting her head to the side, causing her blonde locks to dance across her shoulder, "Most nights, I try to make homemade meals for Hunt and I. It's important for a child's development." she finished but noticed how all of their eyes were glued to her. Raising her left eyebrow ever so gently, she let a giggle escape from her throat, "but sometimes I give in and order pizza."

"You should help Bucky out, he's never been the best cook. Got used to boiling everything in the forties, so he makes a mean hot dog," Steve teased, sauntering over in all of his Captain America excellence, "Anything else? Completely lost on him."

"It's a good skill to have. But difficult to master, I suppose." Lily shrugged, crossing her legs over one another as she rested her elbow on the glass table, cupping her chin as she sipped the hot liquid in her cup. She couldn't seem, however, to take her eyes off of the culprit of the burnt pancake smell. The way the muscles in his neck rippled whenever he clenched his jaw. How his metal arm glinted as a small stream of light entered through a window, creating a bright reflection. How his scruff along his chiselled chin seemed to be a bit overgrown underneath.

Her mind began to wander momentarily, a gentle and soft vision dancing itself into her brain. Him sitting on a chair in her bathroom, Lily sitting comfortably on his lap, facing him. His eyes sleepy and his hair unkempt. Her skilled and nimble hand resting on the side of his face as she trimmed underneath his jaw, getting those areas he seemed to miss. His lips parted as he seemed to slowly drift off again, as though Lily's gentle hands were willing him to...

A hand waving in front of her face snatched Lily out of her odd fantasy land. She cleared her throat and looked around her, eyebrows knitting together in confusion, as though she had been paying attention to the whole conversation she just missed. Holding her lips inside of her mouth, Lily shifted once again in her seat, attempting to play it cool as the blush that had formed on her cheeks seemed to grow rapidly.

"Sorry, could you repeat what you said?" she asked, her voice weak as her eyes shifted to look at the man behind the counter once again. She couldn't help it...he was beautiful.

"I said you should help Buck out making the pancakes. Most of us haven't eaten, and if you're as good as you say, maybe you can help." Steve grinned, a knowing glint in his sky blue eyes. The way he looked at Lily, as though he could see inside of her head, sent a shiver down her spine. The idea of anyone knowing where her mind just wandered was basically mortifying for her. Being such a conservative person, the idea of that getting out? Yeah, no.

"Oh no I shouldn't...I'm positive he's capable of making pancakes." Lily chuckled, her voice cracking halfway through. This caught everyone's interest, and Lily had to hide her face with her mug as the dark liquid slid its way down her throat.

"He isn't. We don't normally let him in the kitchen. C'mon Lily, show us whatcha got." Steve continued to pry, leaning back in his chair as the others encouraged the entire idea.

Lily's head turned back to where Bucky stood, an almost pleading yet bashful look gracing his perfectly sculpted features. Just the way his eyes seemed to call out for her, was enough to allow the eldest Osborne to give in to the peer pressure of her new acquaintances. That was something Lily believed to be impossible, being friends with these heroes. These people that laid their life on the ground multiple times, saving her and her son by protecting the world around them. She was in debt to this group, everybody was. They've kept them protected for countless years. But how would one even begin to thank them?

"Okay okay, I'll do it," Lily mumbled, finishing her drink before pushing herself out of the chair that probably cost the same amount as her dog. She pulled a hair tie from her wrist and securing the blonde locks at the nape of her neck as she gracefully floated towards the kitchen. Glancing around, she couldn't help but let out a laugh at how expensive the items around her were. Sure, she didn't live in a house with run-down appliances, but these were top-of-the-line, high-end, see-on Food Channel things. A far reach from Lily's budget, "Well, first of all, Bucky, you need to turn on the fan."

After preparing everything to ensure not only safety but also to optimize space and time, Lily turned towards the man she had just moments ago daydreamed of. For a moment, she found herself lost in those steel-blue eyes he had. As though he had captured the moon and made them his own, adding a tinge of the blue from the sky above. How with every flicker across her face, a story was told. The pain and suffering he had endured etched into the dips and creases of his face, especially around those beautiful orbs. A part of her wished that the other members of the group were gone and that she could grip the sides of his face and kiss those lips he kept licking. His tongue darting out to wet them, creating a slight chapped ring around the pink layer of skin.

"Hey if you two are done gazing into the eyes of each other and looking like Hollister models, the rest of us are hungry." Starks’s voice rang, snapping Lily out of the trance the ex-soldier had put her under for a few seconds.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, coke can," Bucky muttered while turning his gaze away from Lily's and focused on washing the blueberries, "I'm just cleaning fruit."

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chvoswxtch · 9 months

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the eras tour (court's version)

join me for a 3k followers friends celebration!

you feral little gremlins have rendered me speechless. we just did a 2k friends celebration in april, and as of today, I have over 3k of you friends. I am so extremely grateful for each and every one of you. I am so so so beyond happy that all of you are here, and I can't wait to celebrate again with all of your beautiful faces.

tickets do not have to be purchased for this tour, & I will be coming to every single one of your cities!

tour dates: tickets will be available for submission from august 28th to september 1st! please include the album of your choice on your tickets! this tour will run throughout the entire month of september.

☾ debut- director’s commentary on any of my work

☾ fearless- games! (cym, fmk, etc.)

☾ speak now- headcannons (request a vault track to make it spicy)

☾ red- drabble (less than 100 words) based on a lyric, book, tv/movie quote (request a vault track to make it spicy)

☾ 1989- send me something about you/a character for a song to strut down the streets of nyc to

☾ reputation- ask me something you’ve always wanted to know about me

☾ lover- send me something about you/a character and i’ll ship you/them with one of the surprise guests

☾ folklore- chat with me about anything fandom related

☾ evermore- request a moodboard for one of my fics/one of the surprise guests

☾ midnights- blurb (less than 500 words) based on a lyric, book, tv/movie quote (request a vault track to make it spicy)

you must be 18+ to request a vault track.

these will all be posted to a separate masterlist to come.