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in flight entertainment II a.putellas

you stifled a laugh as your girlfriend finally joined you downstairs, luggage in hand which was left at the front door beside your own, her prized LV makeup caddy carefully balanced on top making you roll your eyes.

but it was her current pre flight outfit that had your giggles setting in.

normally you'd not dare to question whatever it was the spanish captain put on her body given that it could be a burlap sack and she'd manage to make it look good.

plus, you were more than happy to raid her closet at will.

though today the case was that both of you sponsored by nike were headed to an event in paris for a launch and the unveiling of alexia's statue, and so you'd both been sent your outfits for the entire trip separately.

assuming you'd both be sent the same you hadn't really worried to show one another the contents of your packages, but now it was coming to light that was most certainly not the case.

you ducked out of sight as she busied herself clearly checking off a list on her phone, if there was something the footballer swore by it was a list, you cleared your throat and took a seat on the sofa.

"ale!" you yelled from the living room, the blonde hurrying in with a concerned look tossed your way at the volume of your shout for her. "qué pasa?" the taller girl asked with a frown as you pretended to look intently at something on your phone screen.

"did you see the news? there is a viral plague of moths in barcelona! they have been eating curtains, fabric furniture, shoes, cotton, polyester-" you looked up at that point and gasped dramatically.

"dios mio mi amor it is too late, they have attacked you!" you pointed as her once genuinely concerned look melted into a displeased glare. the teasing was directed at the fact that her current outfit of choice, a bright pink nike hooded sweatsuit, something the girl often lived in when pottering around your shared home in winter.

but there was something different about this one in the fact that it was, seemingly intentionally, full of holes. all the same size and scattered around every inch of the set.

mind you, you weren't complaining about the slivers of tanned skin which popped out through these holes but you were far too consumed in how amusing it was over anything else.

but your girlfriend clearly did not share that view.

"you are not funny bebé." the blonde grumbled, shoving you to fall back down onto the sofa as you stood and she passed you headed for the kitchen.

"i hope you emailed nike and told them your outfit came damaged amor." you called out with a snicker, squealing as she balled up and threw at you the hand towel she'd just use to wipe her washed hands on and it landed on your head.

"alexia!" you huffed, shooting her a glare now as she simply winked and ducked down, rummaging around in the cupboard beneath the sink for something.

grabbing the damp hand towel before it stained the sofa you rolled your eyes and followed after her, seeing an opportunity as a smile curled onto your lips.

carefully twirling up the hand towel in your hand you walked past the blonde and struck, snapping the towel against her ass with a satisfying crack as she almost fell forward into the cupboard in shock.

"it slipped!" you smiled innocently, tossing it onto the counter as your girlfriend stood and glared you down. "no!" you laughed as she lunged at you, ducking under her arm and racing off as her footsteps sounded quickly after you.

"alexia!" you laughed louder as she caught you, arms snaking around your waist and lifting you into the air before collapsing onto the sofa, twisting around so your back met the cushions and she hovered over you.

"idiota." the blonde tutted, flicking your nose playfully with a shake of her head. "i saw an opportunity and took it mi vida, can you blame me? you'd have done the same!" you smiled reaching up to poke at her own nose as your girlfriend hummed, unable to really argue that point.

"you look good in pink, i miss when your hair matched." you spoke softer, arms wrapping around her neck as her legs settled either side of your hips baring a little more of her weight on top of you.

alexia only smiled at that, leaning down to peck your lips a few times, your hand moving to cradle the back of her head and encourage it deepen a little to which the taller girl paid no objections.

you exhaled and closed your eyes with a happy smile as the blondes lips lazily trailed kisses down your neck now instead, large hands settling on your waist as her thumbs rubbed small circles into your hips.

"can i ask you something cari?" you questioned after a few minutes as her head popped up, nodding down at you curiously. "do you feel...holy today?" you grinned, sticking your finger through one of the tears in the hoodie and poking at her shoulder.

"hey come back, baby!" you laughed as she immediately pushed up and off of you with a scowl and a shake of her head. "the car will be here in five minutes, levántate!" the catalan called over her shoulder before jogging back upstairs.

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"amor." alexia warned as your finger hooked through one of the holes in her back, tracing the tattoos which appeared in tiny slivers. you ignored her, continuing to tug and poke and pull at the holes revealing more and more inked up skin.

"para eso!" the midfielder groaned, hand reaching around her back to push you away. "comportarse." the blonde clicked her tongue, her own fingers looping through the belt loops of the parachute pants you had on and drawing your body into hers.

"its not my fault you're like a big blonde beautiful walking fidget toy." you mumbled into her shoulder, the taller girl looking down at you with a confused frown as you chuckled and repeated the phrase back to her in spanish.

"hola sal!" you called out to your teammate as she arrived, handing off her luggage to be stored as the tall girl greeted you both with a hug. "just get out of bed capitana?" salma grinned teasingly poking at alexia who sighed deeply, pushing you away and making a beeline for the jet as soon as it was called for boarding.

"moths attacked our house, put holes in all her clothing." you tutted with a shake of your head, salma laughing as you fell into step with one another following after alexia into the jet.

you gave your girlfriend a look of mock offence as you sat in the seat directly across from her and she rolled her eyes, kicking her as a slightly smile tugged at the blondes lips and she looked out the window.

declining the offer of a drink from the air hostess you tensed ever so slightly as the engines roared to life, alexia noticing right away knowing you were fine once up in the air but take offs always had you a little apprehensive.

"nena, ven aquí." the girl nudged you with her foot, spreading her legs a little more and tapping her lap, eyebrows knitted together with concern. "estoy bien." you shook your head with a small smile, embarrassed that this still bothered you after so many years.

"bebita." alexia called for your attention again, starting to launch into a story from her childhood as a means to distract you, tapping her foot against yours anytime your eyes would stray toward the window.

your stomach lurched and you death gripped the arm chairs either side of you as the wheels left the tarmac, alexia talking even faster and louder and continuing to keep your gaze locked with hers.

finally the seatbelt sign flicked off and with one final dip of your stomach the plane seemed to settle, now flying smoothly as you exhaled shakily and loosened your grip, muscles relaxing.

again your girlfriend spread a little and tapped her lap, pouting dramatically as you shook your head and with a roll of your eyes unclipped yourself and stood.

"much better." alexia mumbled as you sat down on her lap, kissing your shoulder lazily and relaxing back into her chair. you busied yourself speaking with salma and a few members of the team but eventually you grew bored.

it was barely a two hour flight but you were restless, your girlfriend easily having fallen asleep as you felt the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest behind you.

shuffling a little more so you were wedged into the side of the seat you felt alexia stir but rolled your eyes as still hers remained shut, it astounded you that she never found any struggles with falling asleep at the drop of a hat.

so naturally, you found a way to entertain yourself.

you started off by just counting all the tiny holes in your girlfriends sweatsuit, but when that failed to ease your growing boredom it turned a little more physical, your pointer finger poking in and out of them instead.

"mi amor, stop." alexia mumbled tiredly, hand grabbing your wrist and pulling it away, eyes remaining closed. but of course, you continued, moving from the holes in her arm to the holes along her legs, tugging at them.

"bebita." alexia warned, cracking one eye open and raising an eyebrow as you smiled, pecking her lips and moving to poke at the holes in her hood which was draped over her head, finger digging into her neck.

"no." alexia woke properly now, grabbing your hand and holding it in her much larger one, tugging it down to rest against your leg as her eyes closed again. so naturally with your other hand you continued, poking this time at the holes around her torso.

you felt her jolt beneath you as you prodded at a particularly sensitive part of her ribcage, a strange noise halfway between a snort and a laugh leaving her mouth as you dug in a little harder with a grin.

"no no no amor por favor-" alexia begged as you tugged your other hand free, fingers digging into the tiny tears and poking and prodding causing her to laugh and wriggle beneath you.

though the taller girl with her muscular build quickly regained control over the situation, capturing your hands with her own and pinning them to the arm chairs.

you heard her catch her breath with a slight wheeze, your head slumping back to her shoulder and kissing her cheek before she turned and looked down at you with an annoyed glare.

"i love you." you promised sincerely, watching as a soft smile melted into her features and she let your hands go, lightly smacking your forehead before kissing it and repeating the three words back to you.

"what can i say cariño...my life without you is just, one big hole." you quipped teasingly, sticking a finger through the slit in her hood and jamming it into her ear as she huffed and yanked your hand away.

"alexia!" you squealed quietly as she bit your shoulder, pinching your hip with a shake of her head, her hand coming to grab your jaw so you were locked eye to eye, a slight smirk on the older girls own face.

"bebita i am going to make sure that we leave you behind in paris."

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Come With Us and You Will See

Valkyrie's Halloween parties always brought out the lust in everyone. But between you, Wanda, and Natasha- you didn't share well. What happens when things get a little bit too spicy for your jealous ass to handle?

AN: Happy early Halloweenie, folks! I got a little carried away, so have fun!

18+ ONLY

TW: porn with plot, implied orgy, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, enchanted strap, slight degradation, WandaNat, spanking, multiple orgasms, sub/dom dynamic... yeahhh lemme know if I missed something XD

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The Ghouls All Came From Their Humble Abodes

In the quiet, suburban neighborhood, a quaint house with a meticulously trimmed lawn stood out from the rest. It was the home of Natasha and Wanda, two middle-aged women with a penchant for the dramatic. They lived a life of vibrant colors and boundless imagination, turning every mundane event into an opportunity for celebration. Inside, the walls were adorned with paintings that whispered of distant lands, and the air had the scent of exotic spices, hinting at Natasha's love for cooking. Wanda, on the other hand, had a green thumb that could coax even the most stubborn of plants into a blooming pattern of life.

You had been a pleasant surprise to thier mundane routine. Young and full of life, you brought a spark to their lives that had been missing since their youth. They had found in you a muse, a playmate, and a confidante all rolled into one. The three of you had been inseparable since the fateful night you'd stumbled into Natasha's art gallery, lost in the rain, and she had offered you shelter.

The older women showed you another level of intimacy that you had only ever dreamed of- and in return, you gave them the orgasms they had been craving. They had taught you the art of seduction, whispering sweet nothings in Russian accents that made your toes curl, and your cheeks flush. Your days were filled with laughter, passion, and the gentle thrill of discovery as you learned the intricacies of their desires.

Tonight, you were destined for an adults-only costume party. Valkyrie, one of the trusted confidantes of your lovers, promised a night of revelry that would be unforgettable. You knew that the two women who had held your heart captive for the last 10 months were going to pull out all the stops for Halloween. The anticipation had been building all week, with Natasha and Wanda teasing you with glimpses of their costumes that grew more risque with each day.

In return, you made sure to let thier anticipation build as they tried to get you to reveal your costume. You had kept it a secret, smiling mischievously each time they asked, only saying that it was going to be something that would make their jaws drop. As the night of the party grew closer, the house buzzed with excitement.

You dusted your face, neck, and chest with a pale setting powder- dulling your skin tone to a milky white before applying some darker makeup to accentuate your already chiseled features. That was one thing that Wanda and Natasha both made sure to compliment you regularly about- how well you took care of yourself and your physique. The costume you've chosen was a nod to the grim reaper- a sleek black robe that clung to your broad shoulders and tapered to your waist, with a silver cane-sized scythe resting against the wall. The hood was drawn back, exposing your hair freshly dyed hair slicked back.

The darkness surrounding your eyes was contrasted by the contacts you chose to wear, and your chest was almost bare underneath, the robe was carefully fashioned to prevent your chest from being too revealed. You chose a simple pinstriped waistcoat and slacks, hiding the surprise you recently purchased for your two lovers.

As you stepped into the living room, Natasha and Wanda were waiting, their eyes on each other as they danced to some music in the living room, waiting for you to come downstairs. You silently leaned against the archway into the room, leaning with your cane in your hand. Not wanting to disrupt the moment, you watched them move in tandem, thier years of marriage apparent in how they moved as one.

Natasha, dressed as a sultry vampiress, had her hair in curls that cascaded down her shoulders, a crimson dress that hugged her curves and showcased her ample cleavage, and a necklace of gleaming black pearls around her neck. Her lips were a deep shade of red, matching the color of her fingernails and the tips of her sharp, vampiric teeth that peeked out when she smiled. Red was always her color, and any time she wore it, you made sure to make her aware- often, the blush you would cause rivaling the crimson she was adorned in.

Wanda, on the other hand, had chosen a more enigmatic costume. Her long, brown hair was swept into an elegant updo, with a few loose strands framing her face. She was dressed as a fortune teller, complete with a sheer shawl draped over her shoulders and a crystal-laden neckline that drew attention to her piercing green eyes. Her dress was a deep, mysterious green that swirled around her legs as she danced, hinting at the secrets she was known to keep.

The women together were sure to stop any show, a breathtaking mixture of elegance and seductiveness that sent your pulse racing every time you saw them. As they caught sight of you, the music seemed to pause for a moment. Natasha's eyes widened with a predatory glint, and Wanda's lips curled into a knowing smile. They had both chosen costumes that left little to the imagination, but it was your transformation that truly stole their breath away.

Wanda broke free of Natasha's grasp, seemingly floating in your direction. "Detka," she purred, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "you look absolutely... ravishing!"

Natasha stepped closer, her vampire cape billowing around her as she did so. "You've truly outdone yourself this time," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "The Grim Reaper has never looked so... alive, Malysh."

You couldn't help but chuckle, the sound echoing through the hallway as you twirled the scythe in your hand. "I had to match your level of drama," you replied, your gaze flicking between them.

Natasha sailed towards you, her fingertips grazing over the fabric of your costume. "But, my love," she whispered, her breath hot against your neck, "you've gone above and beyond." Her eyes danced with mischief as she leaned closer, her teeth grazing your earlobe. "I can't wait to see what kind of mischief the three of us will get into tonight." Wanda's fingers danced along the exposed skin of your chest, leaving a lingering kiss on your collarbone before you guided them toward the door.

As you stepped into the night, the cool autumn air kissing your skin, Natasha and Wanda linked arms with you, their laughter a harmonious melody that filled the quiet streets. The party was already in full swing when you arrived at Valkyrie's, the throb of music and the cacophony of voices spilling out from the open windows. The house itself was transformed into a haunted mansion, complete with cobwebs, flickering lights, and an eerie fog that danced along the ground.

The moment you entered the party, all eyes turned towards the three of you. The room was a kaleidoscope of colors, with guests dressed in various costumes that ranged from playful to downright terrifying, but all in varying levels of sinful. But it was Natasha and Wanda who truly stole the show. Their allure was magnetic, and the way they looked at you was nothing short of possessive. You felt a thrill of excitement and a hint of pride knowing you were the center of their universe.

Valkyrie, dressed as a scantily clad Viking queen, spotted you from across the room. She raised her goblet in a toast, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Welcome, my lovelies!" she bellowed, her strong voice cutting through the din. She wove through the crowd, her skirt swishing around her powerful legs. "You've outdone yourselves! Natasha, Wanda, your costumes are absolutely... divine," she said with a knowing wink, kissing them on the cheek. "And... Y/N, you look... stunning, my dear." Val leaned in to kiss your cheek but pecked a little too close to your mouth for comfort. You felt Wanda's grip on your arm tighten slightly, never having been a fan of how much Val took a liking to you.

The party was a whirlwind of activity. Enchanting witches and warlocks mingled with ghosts and beguiling goblins, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat, booze, and food as the gathering was in full swing. Dancing bodies were everywhere, everyone dressed in a sexy costume of some sort, and you were sure that by the end of this party, most costumes would be discarded and forgotten on the floor. Val's parties always seemed to end that way.

You graciously accepted compliments and sipped from the goblet that was filled for you, feeling the buzz of alcohol melding with the electricity in the air. You, Nat, and Wanda had split up, floating from group to group and mingling on your own, compliments and praises being rained down on the three of you separately as well as together. The night was a blur of laughter and whispered conversations, of secrets shared and glances exchanged that promised much more than simple pleasantries. Eventually, Val made her way up to a makeshift stage in the center of the room, clearing her throat into a microphone to gain everyone's attention.

"Welcome, my dear guests, to the most wickedly enchanting night of the year!" she announced, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Now, as per tradition, we shall begin the costume contest!" There was a rush of cheers and claps as the lights dimmed, and a spotlight was directed towards the stage as the rest of the lights dimmed. You glanced around the room, Noticing that Nat and Wanda had made thier way back to each other and were staring at you expectantly from across the room. You shot them a cheeky wink before redirecting your attention, glancing around the room at all the costumes before you.

You laughed as Steve, dressed as a Chippendale Zombie, struggled to direct the spotlight where he wanted it. The room was a masquerade of shadows, clapping, and cheers as Steve guided the light to people who had voted to compete against one another. The costumes were a mix of pop culture references and old-school horror classics, each one more elaborate than the last.

Valkyrie announced each participant with flair, her voice resonating with the joy of the evening. Wand and Natasha both had been selected and were standing on opposite ends of the stage.  "And now, for the pièce de résistance," Valkyrie said, her eyes locking onto you, "our very own, sexy as hell, pun intended, Grim Reaper, Y/N!" The spotlight found you, and the room fell silent, save for the dull roar of the classic Halloween music.

You took a sip from your goblet, feeling the warmth spread through your chest as you made your way to the stage, the silver scythe glinting under the lights. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, all eyes on you as you moved with a grace that belied your size. The scythe was surprisingly light, and you twirled it in one hand as you climbed the stairs with a dramatic flair, feeling every eye in the room on you.

You began to walk to Wanda, but Val pulled you towards her at center stage.

"Ah, ah," she said with a playful shake of her head, "let's get a good look at all our contestants before the final reveal of our winners." she winked at you, spinning you around before looping her arm with yours. You knew this was a dangerous game- Wanda and Natasha both had dark looks adorning thier features. They didn't like sharing you, not even in jest. And the feeling was mutual. The women caught everyone's eye no matter where you were, and they often poked at your jealousy. Even when the three of you came to Val's parties, you would only entertain the thought of the two women.

Others had tried to break into your threesomes before but never succeeded. The tension between you three was always palpable, a dance of desire and territorial claim. Val knew the rules and had always respected them, but tonight, she was pushing the boundaries with her playful flirting.

Wanda's eyes narrowed as she watched you with Val, her hand tightening around her crystal ball. Natasha's smile was forced, the vampiric fangs she wore glinting in the light as she took a sip from her goblet. The room grew hot with unspoken emotions, a silent battle of wills playing out.

The music picked up tempo as you watched Natasha strut across the stage, her crimson dress fluttering like the wings of a bat in the moonlight. She stopped in front of Wanda and did a dramatic twirl, her vampiric teeth gleaming as she sunk them into her bottom lip. Wanda, ever the performer, played along, her eyes never leaving yours as Natasha approached her, the scent of the incense Natasha had picked up at the local metaphysical shop swirling around her like a seductive fog.

Natasha leaned in, grasping Wanda by the waist and tiling her backward, exposing the brunette's neck. She leaned in, biting it gently, leaving an imprint of the fake teeth she had been wearing all night. The crowd gasped, but you knew it was all for show. Wanda's eyes never left yours as Natasha did this, a silent challenge dancing within their emerald depths. You felt your heart rate spike, a thrill of excitement and desire coursing through your veins. You tilted your head, almost in a pompous way, a seductive smirk gracing your features.

Your resolve waivered, however, when Val made her way over to the couple- grasping the back of Natasha's neck and whispering something in her ear before pulling Wanda closer, almost kissing her. They knew you would hate this, your hatred of watching someone commandeer them the way you usually did was not foreign to them. And yet, as Natasha's eyes sparkled with mischief, Wanda's with a hint of anger, you felt your desire flare up, a thrill of jealousy turning your cheeks hot.

You sucked in a sharp breath, shooting them both a pointed stare before turning your attention back to the party at hand. Val stalked back to you, leaning into your frame as she began to announce the 4th, 3rd, and 2nd place winners. Your gaze kept wandering over to Nat and Wanda, watching the tension build between them. You felt the anticipation in the air as the music grew more intense, and Val prepared to announce the winning contestant while her hands wandered all over your clothed chest.

The room was alight with whispers and guesses, the excitement reaching a crescendo as Valkyrie dramatically paused, her hand hovering over the envelope containing the first-place winner's name. "And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for!" she shouted, ripping open the envelope with a flourish. "The grand prize goes to..." She scanned the paper, her eyes flickering with amusement. "The Reaper!"

Val winked at you, leaning in towards your ear. "Don't have too much fun with them,"  she quipped. "Save some of your lovin' for the rest of us." Her words were playful, but you felt the underlying tension in the air thicken. You watched as she walked over to the two women, leaning in and kissing Natasha passionately before turning her attention to Wanda.

You felt your blood boil at Val's audacity, she knew better than to try and stake any claim to them without permission. That had always been the rule of these get-togethers. Permission had to be given, and for you three, it was never granted.

As Val pulled away from Wanda, the fortune teller's eyes flickered to yours, the emerald depths swirling with a mix of anger and arousal. Natasha's gaze was equally intense, the hunger in her eyes a silent declaration of war. You stepped forward, the silver scythe gliding through the air as you approached the stage. The crowd parted, creating a path for you, their whispers a symphony of anticipation.

You pushed Val out of the way, staring down the two women with whom you shared the most intimate moments. "Looks like I've got two wayward little souls to collect," you murmured darkly, the corners of your mouth curling up in a sinister smile. The crowd hushed, sensing the sudden shift in the room's dynamic. Natasha visibly gulped at how dark your aura became while Wanda stood with her legs crossed, her eyes dilated with lust at your possessiveness.

You stepped closer to Natasha, your hand reaching up to remove the cape from her shoulders. She trembled under your touch, the fabric sliding off with ease, revealing her crimson dress. "I think it's time for my prize," you said, your voice low and filled with promise. Your hand slid down her arm, the fabric of your glove sending a shiver down her spine as you gently pulled her closer. You leaned in, your breath hot on her neck. "You know what happens to those who don't respect the rules of the game."

She released a breathy gasp, goosebumps erupting where your breath touched her skin. You suddenly pulled away, turning to Wanda, who was further gone than her wife.

"And you, darling..." you glared at the darkened eyes of your other lover, stepping towards her shivering frame. "Are you such an impatient little whore that you have to stand there, legs crossed, to get the friction you want?" You whispered in Wanda's ear, her body visibly responding to your words. "Tell me, Wanda," you began, raising your hand to her neck as you tilted her head, making Natasha's bite mark stand out in the dim light. "Do you think that you should be...punished?" your inflection on the punishment caused a moan to escape her, her eyes pinched shut.

Without waiting for a response, you leaned in and claimed her mouth, your teeth grazing her bottom lip as Natasha watched with a mix of jealousy and arousal. The crowd had gone silent, the music now nothing but a faint background to the scene unfolding on stage. You felt Natasha's eyes on you, her desire palpable. You knew it was a dance you had to perform, a dance of power and submission that the three of you had perfected over the months.

You pulled away, noting that others in the party had started to strip thier partners for the night in various states of intimacy while others watched the three of you. "I think we need to show everyone who you two belong to." You commanded between the two, your grip tightening on Wanda's hip and Natasha's arm. You didn't have to say it out loud; they knew the score.

"I have a surprise for the two of you," you said with a wicked smile as you led Natasha and Wanda to the center of the stage, the crowd that had made its way up part for you like the Red Sea. You had planned this moment for weeks, ever since you heard about the party. You had bought something special for them, a costume that would not only blow their minds but also cement your dominance over them for the rest of the night.

The lights grew dimmer, and the music slowed to a seductive rhythm as if the room itself was holding its breath in anticipation. You sat on the throne that was perched on the highest point of the stage, grasping Natasha by the back of her neck and pulling her in for a searing kiss. You could hear Wanda moan next to you, the passion between the three of you always making the other weak. The audience watched, enraptured by the raw intimacy playing out before them.

You broke the kiss, a smirk playing on your lips as you looked Natasha in the eyes, the intensity of the moment causing her pupils to dilate. "Strip for me," you murmured, your voice low and demanding. The crowd's anticipation grew as Natasha obeyed, her hands moving to the neckline of her crimson dress. She made a show of it as she peeled it away from her body, revealing her full, round breasts, the fabric clinging to her skin for a brief moment before it fell to the floor. Her body was a canvas of desire, already painted with the sweat of the dance and the anticipation of the night ahead as she sat on the right-hand arm of your current seat.

You turned your attention to Wanda, who was seated on the other arm of the throne, reaching up and pulling her down roughly, causing her to fall to her knees in front of you. Her eyes never left yours as you untied the laces of her fortune teller's top, revealing the taut, toned stomach and the lacy lingerie that you knew would make Natasha's mouth water. You watched as Natasha's gaze roved over Wanda's exposed flesh, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she took in the sight.

"Wanda," you directed, watching her suck her bottom lip in between her teeth. "Take it off," you ordered, your voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to echo through the room. The fortune teller's eyes smoldered with need as she obeyed, her top falling away and exposing the matching crimson bra beneath. The crowd's whispers grew louder, a symphony of desire and excitement that only fueled your own.

Before you knew it, Wanda was nude on her knees in front of you, and Natasha was bare on your right hand, her own hands wandering over your partially exposed chest. The crowd's whispers grew to a murmur of appreciation, the room a sea of lustful energy. You leaned back on the throne, your eyes taking in the beauty of your lovers, feeling like the king of the world.

"Now," you began, your voice has become deeper and raspier with lust. You grasped one of Natasha's hands, guiding it down towards the newest addition to your repertoire. You motioned for Wanda to lean in, and she did so diligently, resting her cheek on your upper thigh as she watched Natasha's hand as she raked her own up and down your inner thigh. "I want to show you what I've got for you," you whispered, your free hand reaching out and raking through the brunette's hair.

Natasha took the hint, reaching down to the apex of your thighs, feeling the girth that rests between your toned thighs. You looked up as she moaned at the discovery, her breathing becoming audibly heavier. You watched as Natasha's hand began to stroke the length of your fake cock, her eyes never leaving yours as she did so, a silent question in them. You nodded, giving her the go-ahead, and she leaned down, unzipping the fly of your slacks as Wanda unbuckled your belt.

The room was a haze of desire as Natasha pulled out the strap-on you had hidden beneath your costume. It was a sleek, black, and realistic dildo, a symbol of power and dominance in the bedroom that you wanted to use with the women after your first meaningful night together. The crowd watched with bated breath as Natasha held it up, her eyes gleaming with excitement and a hint of trepidation. Wanda looked up at you with a mix of excitement and fear, the thrill of the unknown sparking a fire within her that you hadn't seen in quite some time. There was a red glint in Wanda's eyes as she gazed up and down the length of the toy.

You groaned as Natasha spit onto the tip of the toy, her deft hand working it up and down as Wanda kissed the shaft, as well as your stomach and the exposed portions of your thighs. They were working you to a high quickly, the feeling almost like you had a pulsing cock. The room's anticipation grew as Nat leaned back, placing the toy against her mouth, her eyes locked on yours. She sucked on it, her tongue swirling around the head before she pulled away, leaving it glistening with her saliva.

"I think that someone needs to be punished, sweet girl." You grasp Natasha's chin, gazing into her hazy eyes. They widen when she realizes that you're talking to her. You gesture to Wanda, still on her knees, her eyes dark with want. "Take your punishment," you murmur, and she nods, eager for whatever you have in store for her. "And you," you send a pointed command to the brunette waiting at your side. "Sit still and watch like the good girl I know you are. You know what happens if you don't."

A sneering smile crept across your features as she nodded her head rapidly. "Good girl, Wands. Behave like that, and maybe I'll reward you instead." The room watched in anticipation as Natasha began to work the strap-on around your waist, her hands shaking with excitement as her mouth wrapped around the tip. You could almost swear that it felt like the member was attached, but you chalked it up to the passion of the moment and how good the two women before you looked on thier knees for you.

Natasha continued her relentless assault on the toy that was wrapped around your hips, effectively gagging herself as she prodded the back of her throat with your toy. Wanda's eyes were glued to the scene, her mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. You leaned back, your hand reaching for Natasha's hair, gripping it tightly as you began to rock your hips into her face, the leather of the strap-on creaking with each movement.

The crowd watched with bated breath, the energy of the room palpable as Natasha's moans grew louder around your strap-on, her eyes glazed with lust. You knew she was enjoying this; the power play was a new twist on your usual dynamic, and it was driving her wild. You watched as Wanda's hand slid down her stomach, her fingers delving into her wetness as she watched Natasha's face contort with pleasure.

The music grew louder, the bass thumping in time with your pulse as Natasha pulled away, gasping for air. You leaned down and whispered something in her ear, your hand still tangled in her hair, and she nodded eagerly. You glanced in Wanda's direction, watching as her fingers delved deep into her heat, the passionate sound of her arousal echoing on the stage as her digits buried themselves deep within her tight pussy.

You couldn't be bothered to correct her behavior with the view of Natasha bent over, ass up before you. "You know what to do," you murmured, and Natasha nodded as you tangled your fingers in her now disheveled hair. She took a step back, her hand reaching around to tease her clit as she inched backward, gasping when you slapped her sodden folds with the length of the toy. She moaned and began to rock her hips towards you as she sought more friction. You smirked, stroking the length attached to your hips as her arousal dripped onto the shaft.

With a swift thrust, you pushed into Natasha, her body jolting at the intrusion. She let out a guttural moan, her back arching as you claimed her before everyone. The sight was intoxicating, Natasha's body stretching to accommodate you as Wanda watched with bated breath. You began to move, a slow rhythm that had Natasha's legs trembling and her eyes rolling back into her head. You reached around her, playing with her clit as you fucked her, her moans echoing through the room, as other partygoers similar sounds of passion echoed throughout Val's living room.

Wanda was now standing beside you, her hand buried in between her thighs as she watched Natasha take your toy like a champ. She leaned in, her breath hot on your neck as she whispered, "Fuck me, please," You felt a jolt of excitement at her words, the desire to see her in action taking hold. You nodded, and the hand you had been using to fondle Natasha's right breast slid over Wanda's drenched folds.

Your fingers slid into her slickness, her juices coating your hand as you began to pump her in sync with the rhythm you had set with Natasha. The two of them were a sight to behold, both moaning and writhing before you. Natasha's eyes found yours in the mirrored wall behind the stage, the reflection showing the intensity of her climb to climax. Wanda's hand had moved to your chest, her nails digging into your skin as she rode the wave of pleasure you had started.

The room had gone quiet, the only sound you could hear now was Natasha's grunts and Wanda's whimpers, the slap of the strap-on against Natasha's ass echoing through the space. You could feel the eyes of the others on you, a mix of envy and arousal that fueled your desire. You picked up the pace, Natasha's moans growing more desperate as she pushed back into you, her hand a blur as she pleasured herself.

Using your other hand, you grabbed Natasha's loose hair, pulling her back so her back was now pressed against your front. You leaned down and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, your teeth grazing the shell of it as you felt her pussy tighten around the strap-on. The crowd was a sea of hungry eyes, the room thick with lust as you brought Natasha to the edge of orgasm. You knew they were all imagining themselves in her place, all craving the feeling of your dominance and the power of the toy that was now buried deep within her.

"You feel so good, baby," you rasped into the redhead's ear, her head lolling backward and resting on your shoulder as you deftly switched your hand from her hair to the front of her neck, squeezing ever so slightly. You honestly felt like you could feel her walls tightening on the shaft of the toy, a sensation that was surprisingly erotic despite the barrier of the strap-on. You watched as Natasha's orgasm grew closer, her body tensing as you whispered sweet, dirty nothings into her ear, your hand tightening on her neck, a silent promise of the crescendo approaching.

Wanda leaned in closer, her breathing ragged as she watched Natasha's face contort in pleasure. "Please," she whispered, "please let me come." You smirked, knowing she was close, her hand moving faster as she chased her release. You released Nat's neck, reaching down with your hand and slapping Natasha's ass hard, the sound resounding through the room, causing her to cry out.

"You both know the rules," you panted out, your tone commanding as they both began to reach thier peak. "You don't come without my permission," you whispered, your grip on Natasha's neck returning as she whimpered around your strap-on. You watched Wanda's movements become more and more erratic, knowing this was a battle of wills she was bound to lose.

As Natasha's body tightened around you, her muscles spasming as she reached climax, you felt the room's energy shift. It was as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for your next move. You pulled out of Natasha with a wet pop, her body slumping forward as you turned to face Wanda, your hand still buried in Natasha's hair.

"Do we want to find out what happens to bad girls who don't follow the rules, malyshka?" You growl at Wanda, knowing she was not far behind the woman who just came without permission. She nodded frantically, her eyes wide with need. You released Natasha, letting her collapse to the floor, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up at you with a mix of relief and regret, knowing a punishment was going to follow.

"Tell me, Wanda," you panted out, trying to catch your breath before you continued. "What do you think her punishment should be?" You didn't wait for Wanda to answer. Instead, you grabbed Natasha by the throat, lifting her to her feet and pushing her to her knees next to the fortune teller. Wanda stepped closer to you, allowing your fingers to slide in deeper as you repeatedly prodded the sensitive spot within her. Your pace picked up, becoming relentless as she withheld her pending orgasm.

"I think..." she began, staring at the sweaty, heaving chest of the woman next to you. "She should watch as you fu...FUCK me," she moaned, her nipples bouncing in front of your face at a tantalizing pace. You smirked, your hand sliding out of her pussy to give her clit a sharp pinch, making her squeal.

"Pretty girls like you don't need to be thinking," you shoved your drenched digits soaked in Wanda's arousal, into Natasha's mouth, forcing her to suck on them as you fucked her mouth with them. "You just need to feel," you murmured, watching Natasha's eyes glaze over with pleasure as she tasted Wanda on you. Wanda's moan grew louder, her hand flying to her own throat, mimicking the grip you had on Natasha's neck, as she felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. "Full. You both just want to be full, don't you? My little sluts."

You turned to Natasha, your hand coming down to her face and slapping it gently, her eyes watering as she nodded eagerly. "Good," you whispered, releasing her throat. "Now, let's get started on that punishment." You turned to Wanda, whose legs were shaking, her eyes begging for release. You stepped back, your cock throbbing with the need to fill one of them. Looking around, you noticed a few pairs of handcuffs resting next to the throne, so you grabbed two of them and quickly handcuffed Natasha's hands to the arm of the throne, leaving her seated next to the chair, unable to pleasure herself.

The crowd was now fully invested, their eyes glued to the three of you as the tension grew. You turned to Wanda, who was still standing before you, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. "You know what you need to do," you said, your voice still low and commanding. She nodded, standing up and straddling your lap, her hands reaching behind her to rest on your thighs as she teased herself with the tip of the strap, her arousal dripping onto your thighs and the length before you.

"Do you feel that, detka?" she leaned in, whispering against your ear. Your gaze shifted to something inquisitive as you stared at her, a mischievous grin sweeping across her features. "I may or may not have..." she moaned as she took the tip and pressed it against herself, just barely penetrating her pussy before lifting herself back off. The feeling seemed to intensify for you, and you weren't sure if it was the performance you three were putting on or the way these two made you feel.

Wand leaned in, her hands now coming to rest on either side of your face. "I want you to feel us, and we want to feel you," she began, kissing you deeply before pulling back. She released your face, guiding the tip back to her soaked entrance as she eased onto the length. "I enchanted the strap, baby," she moaned as you let out a guttural groan at the feeling and the admission.

"Fuck, Wanda," you began, grasping her hips tightly as you helped her take the full length. The sensation was overwhelming, and you felt the pleasure rush over you, the room fading away to nothing but the three of you. Wanda's eyes fluttered shut, her breathing heavy as she began to rock her hips back and forth, the chair creaking with each movement.

You watched as Natasha's eyes grew wider, her breaths becoming pants as she watched the two of you. You reached out with your free hand, stroking her cheek as she leaned in, her mouth open and desperate for your kiss. You denied her, pulling away just as she closed the distance, leaving her panting and desperate for more.

"You want a taste of this?" you taunted, your voice thick with desire. "You'll have to behave," you reminded her, your eyes flicking to hers, a promise of punishment in them. Natasha nodded fervently, her eyes never leaving yours as you began to fuck Wanda in earnest. The strap-on sliding in and out of her, the feeling of Wanda's silky smooth walls clenching around you intoxicating.

You reached down with your free hand, stroking Natasha's wet folds, her eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned at the feeling of your fingers. The crowd had gone wild, their cheers and catcalls egging you on as you brought Wanda closer and closer to the edge. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her breathing shallow as she neared her climax. You could feel her pussy tightening around you, her body begging for release.

"P...please...." Wanda's voice was a breathless whisper as she bobbed up and down on the strap-on. Her body was trembling with need, her orgasm so close it was palpable in the air. You could feel it in the way she clenched around you, in the way her thighs quivered, and in the desperate little sounds she was making. It was driving you crazy, the desire to give in and let her come was almost too much to bear. But you held firm, your hand now on Natasha's throat, keeping her at bay.

"Please..." you mocked Wanda, egging her to beg more. "Please, what?" Her eyes snapped open, and you knew you had her just where you wanted her. "Please, let me come," she begged, her raspy voice barely above a whisper. You could hear the heaviness of her accent slipping through, a dead giveaway that she was beyond ready.

"That's a good girl, Wands. See, Natasha?" you turned your gaze from the panting mess bouncing up and down on your lap to see the blown eyes of the redhead who had shifted so she was on her knees, her knuckles white as she grasped the arm of the chair. She nodded frantically, acknowledging your statement. "This is what happens when you're a good slut," you whispered, watching Natasha's eyes flicker with desire.

Wanda's eyes snapped open, and she looked at Natasha, the two of them sharing a moment of pure, unadulterated hunger. "Come for us," you murmured, your voice thick with the desire that coated the room. And with that, Wanda's body tightened around you, her back arching as she let out a scream that could have shattered glass. You felt the warmth of her orgasm through the toy, and it was all you could do to hold on to Natasha's neck as you watched her ride out the wave of pleasure.

You felt a dripping sensation as you looked down, a devilish grin on your face. Wanda had squirted all over your chest, the makeup now barely present on your chest as the combination of sweat and her arousal had long since worn it off. You looked at Natasha, her eyes glued to the spot between Wanda's legs, watching the show with a hunger that hadn't been there before. You knew that she was desperate to feel that same pleasure, but you weren't quite done with Wanda yet.

You gently lifted Wanda off the length that was nestled between her thighs, a whimper leaving her as the toy left her with a distinctive sloshing. Sliding down off the cushion of the chair, you sat on the ground in front of it, grasping Wanda’s thighs and pulling her towards you. She had no energy to protest, as the sudden shift caused her to lose her balance and brace herself using the arms of the chair as you kissed up to the apex of her thighs. Sliding one hand around to her ass, you cupped one of her cheeks as you pushed her towards your waiting mouth.

Her pussy was a mess of cum and sweat, the scent of her desire intoxicating. You didn't hesitate, burying your face in her folds and licking up the juices that had pooled at her entrance. You heard Natasha whine but ignored her, focusing solely on the trembling form of your other partner. Wanda's legs gave out slightly, but you kept her upright, her back arching as you began to suck and nibble at her clit. The taste of her was divine, and you felt the cock pulse below you.

You reached down, stroking the length with your other hand as you continued to devour Wanda as she hovered above you. The strap-on was slick with her juices, and you couldn't help but revel in the power you had over both of them and moan at the feeling. Natasha watched, her eyes wide with lust as she felt her arousal build once again, unable to touch herself thanks to your earlier punishment.

Wanda's legs began to quiver, her breath coming in gasps as you brought her closer and closer to another peak. The room was a symphony of moans and whispers, the tension palpable as everyone watched the intimate scene unfold before them. You felt Natasha's eyes on you, so you shifted your head so you could look at her while you worked your tongue through her wife's folds. Her eyes were wide with desire, and she was visibly fighting the handcuffs, trying to free herself so she could get some relief.

You chuckled darkly, enjoying the power you had over Natasha's body and the way her chest heaved with frustration. "Do you like watching?" you taunted her, your voice muffled by Wanda's pussy. "You want a taste?" You didn't wait for Natasha to respond before pulling away from Wanda's clit, leaving it pulsing and swollen and her crying out in frustration. You stood up, the strap-on still slick with Wanda's juices, and approached Natasha. She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving yours, as she took the length into her mouth, sucking and licking at her wife's arousal coating the strap.

The crowd watched with rapt attention as Natasha's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her mouth moving with renewed enthusiasm. You smirked, knowing she was desperate to come, her punishment only making her more eager. You reached down, stroking her cheek with the back of your hand as you felt your orgasm building. Wanda's legs were shaking; her eyes glossed over with desire as she watched Natasha service the toy. You pulled the witch up by her chin, kissing her passionately as she kneeled in the seat, her hands resting next to Natasha's. You continued to thrust into Nat's mouth, panting into your kiss with Wanda as the feeling of the spy's tongue against the enchanted toy caused you to quickly approach your climax. You moaned as she pulled away with a pop before fully engorging herself onto the length.

Plunging your other hand back into the soaked depths of Wanda's core, you quickly worked her back up, matching her crescendo as you commanded her to come at the same time as you. You could feel her inner walls clench around your fingers, and Natasha's eyes went wide as she felt the toy throb in her mouth, knowing you were about to climax. With a roar, you came, the force of it pushing Natasha back slightly, the strap-on spurting a stream of sticky cum that hit her in the face. She took it all, her eyes never leaving yours as the warm fluid coated her cheeks and mouth, her tongue eagerly lapping up every drop.

Wanda's knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the throne, her body trembling from the intensity of the shared orgasm. You stepped back, the strap-on still pulsing slightly as Natasha's eyes remained locked on it, her desire unquenched. You reached down, unbuckling the handcuffs, and Natasha's eyes widened in anticipation of what was to come next.

"Now, it's your turn," you murmured, your voice thick with lust as you pulled Natasha up from her knees. She stumbled slightly, her legs weak from the prolonged arousal and the recent punishment. Wanda watched with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, her chest still heaving from the powerful climax you had just given her. You led Natasha to the chair, pushing her down so she sat straddled in front of it, her legs spread wide, displaying her wet pussy to the eager crowd. You pushed her face down, burying it into Wanda's pussy as you slammed into the redhead, a loud, guttural moan escaping you as her tight heat enveloped the strap.

The crowd watched, their eyes glued to the trio, as you fucked Natasha with the same intensity that had brought Wanda to her peak. Natasha's muffled moans were music to your ears, her body squirming with each deep thrust, her tongue still working Wanda's clit. The fortune teller leaned back into the throne, her hands tangled in Natasha's hair as she felt another wave of pleasure crash around her.

"Now, Natasha," you growled, pulling her face away from Wanda's pussy. "You've been a good girl, watching and waiting. But I think it's time you got what you've been begging for." You grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her around so she faced the audience, her back pressed against the chair. With one swift motion, you buried the strap-on into her, making her gasp loudly. The room was alive with lust and arousal, the air thick with the scent of sex as the crowd watched you claim her or they pleased their partners.

Natasha's eyes rolled back in her head, her legs spread wide and her back arching as you began to fuck her in earnest. Her moans grew louder with every thrust, echoing through the room, and you could feel the power of your control over her body as she responded to your every move. Wanda watched, her desire rekindling as she saw Natasha's pleasure. "Good girl," you murmured, your voice a low growl of approval. "Take it all for us."

The crowd was entranced, their eyes locked on the three of you as you moved together in a dance of dominance and submission. You could feel Natasha's muscles tightening around the strap-on, her orgasm approaching like a freight train. You leaned in, biting her ear as you whispered, "Cum for us, Natasha. Show them what a good slut you are."

Her eyes snapped open at your words, and she nodded frantically, her moans growing more desperate. You reached around her, pinching her nipples hard, watching as her back arched away from your chest. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, Natasha's moans growing louder with each thrust. Wanda leaned forward, her hand slipping between Natasha's legs to rub her clit in time with your strokes. The redhead's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as you both pushed her towards her climax.

The room was alive with the sound of passion; the other partygoers had forgotten their own desires as they watched the three of you, the tension in the air crackling like electricity. You felt Natasha's muscles tighten around the strap-on and knew she was close. You didn't relent, instead pushing deeper, your rhythm never faltering. Wanda's hand moved faster, her other hand gripping Natasha's hip as she helped you drive her closer and closer to the edge.

Natasha's eyes rolled back, her body writhing in ecstasy as she approached climax. The sight was too much for some in the audience, and you could hear the faint sounds of others reaching their peaks as they watched the erotic display unfold before them. You leaned in, your breath hot against Natasha's neck as you whispered, "Cum for me, Natasha. Show them how much you love being my little slut."

Her response was immediate, her body tensing as she screamed out her orgasm. The room seemed to pulse with the force of it, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. You could feel her pussy spasm around the strap-on, her legs quivering uncontrollably as she rode the wave. You didn't stop, keeping your rhythm steady and deep as Natasha's body convulsed in pleasure, her moans echoing through the room.

Wanda's eyes were glossed over with lust as she watched Natasha's climax, her arousal evident in the way she ground against the chair, her hand moving between her legs in a silent testament to her own need. You withdrew the strap-on from Natasha's trembling body, her eyes glazed over and her mouth open in a silent O of pleasure. You turned to Wanda, the toy still pulsing with Natasha's orgasm, and offered it to her, a silent invitation for her to taste her wife's pleasure.

Wanda took it without hesitation, her eyes never leaving yours as she licked the length clean, savoring the taste of Natasha's release. The sight sent a thrill through you, and you knew the night was far from over. You stepped away from the throne, Natasha's legs quivering as she tried to stand before you. You offered her a hand, pulling her to you, before trapping her lips in a scolding kiss. You could feel the power thrumming between the three of you, a heady mix of desire and dominance that was intoxicating.

"Now, Natasha," you murmured against her lips, "it's time for your punishment." You led her to a nearby table, bending her over the edge. The room was still silent, the tension palpable as the crowd watched, eager to see what would come next. You eased the strap back into her, burying it to the hilt before you leaned forward. "I want you to count for me, baby. If you miss a number, we start over. Got it?"

Natasha nodded, her breathing heavy with anticipation. You began to spank her, each slap echoing through the room. With each slap, you delivered a powerful thrust, nailing her G-spot every time. The sound of your hand connecting with her flesh was a symphony of power and passion, and she counted off the numbers, her voice trembling with every thrust. "One... two... three..." The crowd was spellbound, some whispering to each other, others touching themselves, unable to resist the eroticism of the scene.

Wanda, now standing beside you, watched with a mix of love and hunger. She reached out, caressing Natasha's back, her hand gliding down to her ass to feel the heat rising from the spanking. Her desire was evident in the way she bit her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving the spot where your bodies connected. You felt her hand sneak around Natasha's body, her fingers sliding into Natasha's wetness, joining the strap-on in a delicious dance of dominance and desire.

The combined feeling of Natasha's walls clenching around the toy and Wanda's fingers sliding in to join was almost too much for you to bear. You picked up the pace, your hand coming down harder and faster with each number she called out. The crowd watched, their eyes glued to the three of you as the scene grew more intense. You could feel Natasha's body beginning to shake, her voice growing weaker as the pleasure mounted.

"Eigh...nine..." she gasped, her voice breaking on the last number. You stopped abruptly, pulling the strap-on out of her making her whimper. "What was that, Natasha?" you asked, your voice a mix of mock anger and amusement. "Did you forget your place?" She nodded, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over with desire. You knew she was begging for more, and you were more than happy to oblige.

With a smirk, you leaned down, whispering into her ear, "You know what happens when you're a naughty slut, don't you?" She moaned in response, pushing her ass back against the cold, hard table. You stepped back, admiring the view of her reddened skin and the way her legs trembled with anticipation. You gestured to Wanda, who stepped closer, a wicked glint in her eyes.

The crowd was enamored by the show you three were putting on, captivated by your dynamic. Their eyes were either glued to the three of you, their whispers a backdrop to Natasha's counting, or they were creating thier symphony of moans, screams, and skin slapping as they chased thier highs. You could feel the anticipation in the air, the thrill of watching something so intimate and raw. Wanda's hand joined yours, both of you spanking Natasha in unison, her moans growing louder with each smack. "Ten... eleven..." she gasped, her voice strained.

With each number, your strokes grew more intense, and Wanda's fingers curled inside Natasha's pussy, feeling the wetness that was yours alone to give her. You watched Natasha's body tense, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the table. The power in the room shifted, your dominance over Natasha clear as day, and Wanda's submission to your will just as palpable. Her hand in yours, the two of you punished Natasha's ass in a rhythmic dance of pain and pleasure that had the entire room on the edge of their seats.

Natasha's legs began to shake uncontrollably as you delivered blow after blow, as her wife continued to stretch her walls. "Come for us, Nat," you growled, leaning forward so your breath tickled the shell of her ear. "Come like the good little slut you are."

With a final scream, Natasha's orgasm crashed over her, her body collapsing onto the table as Wanda's fingers slid out, and you slid the strap back into her, helping Nat to ride out her orgasm. You could feel her pussy tighten around the strap-on, her muscles pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. You didn't miss a beat, pulling Natasha upright, the strap-on still deep within her. She leaned heavily against you, panting and spent, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.

Wanda stepped in front of Natasha, her hand reaching for the toy that was still buried deep inside her. You watched as she began to grind against it, her eyes locking onto Natasha's as she whispered, "Look how good you're taking Y/N, Nat." Natasha's eyes widened, and she nodded, her breathing ragged as she watched her wife's face contort with pleasure. You could feel Natasha's pussy clench around the strap-on with every movement Wanda made, and you knew she was just moments away from another orgasm. You reached around, pinching the redhead's nipples, tweaking them as you pulled her towards you.

"Wait for me, Nat. Don't cum until I say," Wanda's voice growled as she watched, her eyes dark with lust. Natasha nodded, her body a taut bowstring of desire, her eyes pleading for release.

Your thrusts began to grow more erratic, the pleasure building in your core. You could feel Natasha's need, her body begging for more, but you held off, savoring the moment, the power of the scene.

Wanda leaned in, her breath hot on Natasha's neck as she whispered, "Tell us when you're close." Natasha's eyes squeezed shut, her voice barely above a whimper, "Now. Oh god, now." You smirked, giving a final, deep thrust before pulling the strap-on out, leaving her pussy gaping and wet. The audience watched, their breaths bated as Wanda took Natasha's place, straddling the chair with an eager look in her eyes. You didn't waste a moment, sliding the toy back into her, watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Natasha's hands found their way to her chest, pinching and twisting her nipples in time with your movements, her moans joining the chorus of the room. The sight was more than you could handle, and with a roar, you came, the strap-on spurting a thick load of cum into Wanda's pussy. She moaned her climax building, her body trembling as the warmth coated her skin. You didn't stop, your hips moving in a relentless rhythm as Natasha's hand slipped between her wife's legs, circling her clit as she stumbled over the edge again.

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers, the room vibrating with the energy of the moment. You stepped away from the chair, the strap-on still pulsing as you watched Natasha collapse into Wanda's arms. The two of them kissed, sharing the taste of victory and desire, Natasha's cum mixing with Wanda's arousal. You felt a thrill run through you, watching them together, knowing you were the one who had brought them to this point.

Carefully, you slipped the strap off your hips, the enchanted phallus still twitching from the intensity of the shared release. Natasha and Wanda clung to each other, their kisses deep and hungry, fueled by the aftermath of their public display of submission and dominance. The warm stickiness between Wanda's thighs was a testament to your power, a visual symbol of the pleasure you had wielded so masterfully. You felt a thrill of pride as Natasha looked over at you, her eyes glowing with a mix of love and admiration. You stepped closer, reaching out to cup Wanda's cheek, bringing her attention to you as well. The three of you shared a moment of silent understanding, the power dynamics pulsing between you like an invisible force.

Valkyrie herself approached, her eyes gleaming with a mix of awe and desire. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. "That was quite a performance," she purred. "I never knew you had it in you."

"Back off, Val," you warned your voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Natasha's spine as she clung to Wanda. Wanda's eyes snapped up to meet yours, a hint of jealousy in them, but she quickly softened under your hardened gaze, remembering her place. You turned to the crowd, your chest heaving with exertion, the strap-on still in your hand, dripping with Natasha's cum. "Val, it's never wise to covet what's not yours," you said, a smug smile playing on your lips as you stepped closer to Natasha, who was still trying to catch her breath.

The room went quiet again, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. You knew everyone was watching, waiting for what would happen next. You reached out, stroking Natasha's cheek with the back of your hand, smearing a line of cum across it. "Let me call the driver, let's get home," you murmured, the softness of your voice a stark contrast to the raw power you had just displayed. You collected the costumes, giving Wanda and Natasha a moment to recover. The crowd parted as you led the way, the air thick with the scent of sex and the electricity of unspoken desires.

"Let us go home and get cleaned up," you start. Natasha and Wanda let out a contented sigh. They nodded in unison, their faces flushed with pleasure and a hint of exhaustion from the intense experience. You wrapped thier coats around them, leading the way out of the party, the sound of the crowd's applause and whispers following you as you exit the grand ballroom.

The cool night air hit your skin, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere you just left behind. The thrill of the performance was still with you, the power dynamics resonating in your very core. "Thank you," Wanda murmured, her voice barely audible as she leaned into you, her hand finding yours. Natasha walked on your other side, her arm wrapped around your waist, her eyes on the ground, the picture of submissive satisfaction.

As you approached the limo, the driver held the door open, his eyes averted respectfully. You slid into the plush interior, Natasha settling onto your lap, her legs spread wide, inviting Wanda to straddle you both. The door clicked shut, and the car glided into the night, leaving the party and its prying eyes behind. "So," you began, your voice a purr of satisfaction. "What shall we do next?"

[dokidokitsuna]

Beauty and the Beast

The Cinder/Adam video I've been planning for several months now is finally under construction~. I have a lot of old notes and scribbles to edit together into a workable script, but before that, I'm going to practice a bit by talking about these new designs.

🌹Adam🌹 Brightening up his look with an open jacket and a white shirt to sort of symbolize his developing character in the Neverfell AU. He does NOT get a redemption arc, but he does get a few shades lighter on the 'moral greyscale'. I'll explain all that in the eventual video. ^^ Anyway, my goal was not only to make him look brighter, but also to make him look slightly less serious; like a more playful rendition of his 'edgy badass' design concept. It's kinda like how his more form-fitting Volume 5 design made him look smaller and more childish...except here, the big dramatic design elements (flared collar/jacket hem, shoulder pads, larger waist-cape) contrast with the tighter fit and put some power back into the outfit. The rose choker adds just a touch of cute style~

🍂Cinder🍂 ...She looks a little emo, huh...? XD I guess the eye makeup wasn't necessary, but it looks so good on her...and it also symbolizes her developing character, after she receives her Grimm arm and Salem's dark influence on her intensifies. My idea was that the new arm messes with her aim when she uses Midnight (her bow, if you remember), and in frustration she starts relying more on fire Dust and her semblance-- in a world where there are no Maiden powers for her to steal, this becomes the reason for her change in fighting style...and the reason for me to lean a little harder into the 'fantasy mage' aspect of her design, with a wide-set hood and a flared dress that hangs at her back like a cape. This allows me a chance to finally show off her adorable little laced short-shorts, which I have always loved~. Also, the dust-weaving is back, including a glowing streak in her hair, inspired by the one I drew for her 'Maiden Hunters' design. This outfit is basically everything that one should've been. ^^;

[violet-moonstone]

Heathers Part 4: Rogue Heather and Conclusion

Part 3

This is my favourite option, which is why I saved it for last. This route focuses on skills Heather could much more believably pick up on her own—in fact, these are skills we already see her exhibiting in RoB. This version of Heather is very much like Arya Stark—minus the combat training—specifically, Arya when she’s in Braavos. She’s good at hiding, sneaking around, pickpocketing, etc. She would rely on changing her behaviour and appearance to fit the situation and slowly build her arsenal of disguises as she improves her skill and has more resources at her disposal. One day, she might appear as a raggedy street urchin; the next, a bawdy barmaid; then, a haughty noblewoman or cunning hunter.

Her primary use of this skill would be survival—blending into the background or standing out without people knowing her true identity—but this would also be strategic. She could get information either from being a fly on the wall no one considers being cautious around, or by being charismatic and charming people into trusting her. In more extreme situations, she could slip poison into the drink of a bar patron, set fire to the room of someone who thinks she’s their servant, or (in a version of RTTE with a more mature rating) stab someone once they’re in her bed. (I’ve written a fic about this)

I think this option makes the most sense, because it requires no retconning of her backstory and includes the most believable skillset for someone without any training. I also think that with a heavy focus on stealth, it wouldn’t make sense for her to have a large, armoured dragon with reflective scales (once again, sorry Windshear). Instead she could have a small dragon that could help her with fetching things, being on watch for danger, and shooting fire at close range. I’m thinking a Terrible Terror or something similar. Although a small dragon with similar traits to a Changewing would be really cool, like a winged chameleon of sorts—but maybe instead of becoming invisible, it just mimics different colours and textures.

In terms of costumes for Rogue Heather, it can really be anything. She’d probably need a base outfit for when she’s not in disguise, in which case, I’d go for something like the redesigns all the dragon riders except Hiccup got, which was basically putting them in the same clothes as in RoB/DoB but with different colours. I think the outfit Heather’s wearing in RoB is pretty good for a rogue type character already—just use a slightly different colour scheme that’s still faded, and keep the hood from her current design. Her disguises could be much more dramatic and could include wigs and makeup as well.

I have a headcanon that she has a favourite disguise though. Due to all the danger and insecurity she’s faced, she’s become ruthlessly ambitious—not just for revenge, but for wealth and power. She never wants to have to worry about being unsafe or scrounging around to survive. I think her favourite roles to play are rich and powerful women. In these roles, she gets to wear something beautiful—I’m thinking a deep green gown that brings out her eyes. It could also be a reference to serpents and envy, which goes hand in hand with her use of poison and her desire for the finer things in life.

I love this version of Heather. I’m currently in the early stages of writing a very long fic (that will probably just include regular Heather because the story already has a lot of OCs and moving parts), however, if I get enough inspiration, I might write some one-shots here and there about her.

Some ideas for her more fancy/aspirational disguises:

From left to right: Labyrinth (2012), BBC’s Merlin (I always thought Katie McGrath would be a great grown-up Heather)

(Some more historical Norse looks)

And a more everyday look:

(From Voriagh)...tell me this model isn't LITERALLY HEATHER. I think it's the murder in her eyes.

(Arya in Game of Thrones, tunics from Dark Knight Armoury)

Conclusion...After a Note About Combat and Women in Fantasy

Before I finish, I want to briefly touch upon another issue I have with Heather’s character. You may have noticed that the latter two options I gave have a much stronger emphasis on her intelligence and/or social skills than her physical prowess – I did this intentionally because I find that RTTE lacks characters who are not combat focused (Even Johann turned out to be a skilled knife-thrower. I miss when he was just a friendly and knowledgable—though talkative—merchant). While I appreciate that the female characters in the show are shown to be capable fighters, they don’t all need to be. I think fantasy and sci-fi writers tend to forget that making women into combatants is not the only way to make them strong, empowered, or interesting. There are so many ways that characters, regardless of gender, can have agency and be integral to a plot; these ways don’t have to include putting a heavy weapon in their hands. I’ve briefly discussed this in another post, but I think the dynamic between Viggo and Ryker would be much more interesting if Viggo were not physically strong and had to depend on Ryker’s strength just as much as Ryker depended on Viggo’s wits. And while Hiccup’s sword fighting abilities are commendable, let’s not forget that his first great achievement would never have been possible without curiosity, intelligence and empathy—the three things required to befriend Toothless—not physical strength. I love Race to the Edge, and I understand the combat-heavy focus (because “Vikings”) but I do wish there was just a bit more variety when it comes to the way characters navigate dangerous situations.

Alright, so there you have it: My 3 Heathers. I’m very tempted to draw all three of them, to get a clearer image of what their designs would look like. Which one do you prefer the most? The revenge-fuelled warrior, the unhinged alchemist, or the ambitious assassin? Let me know, and thanks for reading!

[voidberryart]

Blinked and you've missed me...

[ID: Full color refsheet split up into various parts. Starting with the full body drawing on the lefthand side is seen a humanoid (ish) figure. Its body faces to the viewer's left with its head turned towards the viewer's right. It wears a large white iridescent hooded cloak, its edges fringed with hanging gold beads, the brim of the hood (worn down) lined with a dark stripe, and the inside instead a dark blue like the night sky, filled with glowing light stars. The cloak itself is held shut with a golden broach designed similarly to the shape of an orrery.

The figure's face is a white iridescent mask, branching outwards like wavy sunrays. The eyes are shaped like upturned crescent moons, given extra detail with dark painting along their outsides like makeup, winding up in winged angles and downward into its cheeks. The insides of the eyes are colored like a purple/green nebula, the inside corners darkening to black, while the pupils themselves are near white (and two pupils each eye, one smaller than the other). In place of eyebrows there are silver designs of moon phases (full moon going into half going into crescent from the outside going in), and there is a four pointed star painted in black on its right (viewer's left) cheek.

Behind its head is a misty floating fog-like substance, colored in that same nebula pattern, the parts wisping up at the top growing darker than the parts closer to the head. The figure's arm and legs are also colored like that nebula, the farther down the extremities the darker their colors fade, eventually into black.

The garment it wears is a short straight silhouette dress, crossing downward at a sharp angle to its left (viewer's right) in the front with the inverse angle in the back. The sleeves are long, pooling out dramatically at the edges. The right sleeve covers its arm entirely, angled down at its side, and has two dark rings near the cuff. While the left sleeve pools into the figure's elbow, crooked upwards with its hand extended outward, the matching rings on this sleeve up towards the bicep instead. The color of the garment is a near pastel purple, fading into something more mint/blue farther down it goes, giving off an overall vibe of something closer to shimmering silver. Three white large sparkles grouped together also are embroidered into the bodice's left side. The stripes as well all containing patterns of white constellations.

The figure's legs appear to be wearing some sort of black netting, and the visible hand can be seen with its long claws painted white, fading to a rich purple closer to the nail buds (and just faintly fading from there to green). The feet both appear barefoot, save for how they are heeled with white stars angling the feet upwards.

The entire figure glows a soft blue, the lining of the figure all done in white on its outside and inside around the dark part of the cloak, the rest all lined in black.

The page itself is labeled "Blinked" in the top center with further text information underneath that reading "5'8", it/its/itself, tick/tock/ticks/tocks/tickself/tockself* (the next line is redacted), *(if you've reached level 10 friendship)". To the left of the text between it and the initial fullbody drawing are quick paintings of the bi and agender flags.

On the top righthand side of the page are six flat color doodles of the figure, each wearing different expressions and labeled with different identifiers. The top left's eyes are standard to the main drawing, and it is labeled "neutral". The middle top's eyes are opened wide like longways ovals, and this one is labeled "excited". The top right's eyes are shaped similar to the neutral one, but its pupils are gone leaving the eyes empty, and this one is labeled "tired". The bottom left's eyes are downward crescents, and this one is labeled "morose". The bottom middle's eyes are replaced with swirling spirals, and is labeled "unsettled". The bottom right's are shaped similarly to the excited one, but there are intensity markings around the eyes' edges and the pupils are ringed with glowing purple, backed with sketched messy circles of the same pupil color, and the smaller secondary pupils are missing entirely, this one labeled "furious".

On the bottom center of the page is another flat color bust drawing of the figure, with the smoke-like substance at the back of its head now pooled down over its shoulder, its hand reaching up as if stroking the mist like hair. There is text labeled next to the image reading "→ Acts like hair".

Beside that in the bottom right corner is a closeup detail drawing of the broach, showing all circles of it drawn with several blue rings in each circle, and the entire thing connected to each other with white circles underneath, like star trails. Text next to this drawing is labeled "Cloak broach (appears to be some kind of orrery or timepiece)". End ID.]

[eremorte]

Badwolf could’ve been Gomez addams. (Red being Mortica light) I cannot keep my posts short so open with caution.

I’ve been mulling over the statues of the Little red riding hood story and have come to the conclusion, Badwolf and Red could have very easily done a hiding in plain sight sitch.

My defense:

Badwolf knowing hoodian culture shouldn’t be out of place as he has to pretend to be an old lady that is good enough to fool red for a few seconds. (hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he knew a few more traditions than Red because of his obligation to study) also they are functionally neighbors. There is going to be crossover.

The man also gave me thespian vibes in class of classics so, like he also has the license to be dramatic (huff and puffing is also a pretty extreme response to having a door in your face)

And as for Red, having the Evil Queen as a roommate must’ve done something, namely she speaks very posh when annoyed, (my what *insert phrase here* you have) and has a good grasp on scheming (not that hoodians aren’t naturally crafty) this would would compliment badwolf’s dramatics.

But now the fun bit, how this would translate into his familial relationships.

unlike most villian/hero relationships Badwolf and Red narratively remain neighbors as opposed to red being able to completely move house like it’s implied for other fairytales which get screen time in eah. So they have to remain cordial with each other and it’s sappy as hell.

example scene that I’ve been mulling over:

Badwolf has decided to teach a class with Red as a guest speaker (in conjunction with some hero class) to demonstrate how to get along with your story book nemesis post story. (An excuse to see red and condition people to not question when he speaks highly of her) Hunter remains suspicious and threatens badwolf with a hachet (he’s not actually going to do anything and badwolf and red know this).

Badwolf (unamused) “Red could you please call off your guard dog?”

Red: “and why should I do that?”

Badwolf: “Because you’re a good person who cannot deal with another’s blood on your conscious?”

Red: (keeping a straight face)

Badwolf “oh glorious woman, doth thou not see with your beautiful silver eyes that I beg forgiveness? To call off the huntsman with your melodious voice? One who walks with the grace of a swan, one’s who’s kindness which could comfort that of a thousand crying children? Oh how…”

Red: (trying really hard not to cry from both flattery and embarrassment) “Release him”

if anyone points out that him and Cerise look similar, he loudly gloats that “Ha in your face Red I did look like grandma”

that Ramona looks like Red: “excellent work on your makeup, dear.”

Cerise doing a weak growl? “No, no that’s not how it’s done at all, here, let me demonstrate.”

For those that get suspicious that Badwolf and Red actually have a deeper relationship then they put on they don’t say anything because they won’t admit that somehow these two have a better functioning relationship than they ones who are destined for happily ever after.

(also for badwolfs dramtic speech, I have not studied Shakespeare so I’m aware it sucks)

[bills-wife-1]

Can you write a story where bill is at a band meeting and the girl sends flirty texts. Pls and thank you😝

Pictures.

(The era this was based on :D)

(2007!! Jst in case you dk lol)

I layed in my bed on my stomach, scrolling through MySpace on my computer. Bill was out at a band meeting and I was missing him badly.. I hated when he left, I knew it was necessary for his band, but I couldn’t help but miss him. I missed his arms around me, his soft hands Running through my hair, his soft lips on my neck.

I was lost in my thoughts and then I got an idea. I was going to mess with him a little,I grabbed my computer setting it up on my bed, I removed my shirt to where I was only in a bra and some Nike shorts. I took the picture on my computer and sent it to bill.

“Hope you like, can’t wait for you to get home..”

I sent with the picture as I smiled to myself. He wouldn’t be able to contain himself in his tight little pants.

After I had sent the picture I layed back on my stomach scrolling through my space again, but as I was scrolling I got a notification from bill. It said,

“Call me. Now.”

I obeyed and called him and he picked up after a couple rings.

“Are you kidding me Prinzessin? Couldn’t wait til I got home little slut..?”

“I’m sorry.. couldn’t help it..”

“Mm I think you could sweetheart you just want to mess with me so I’ll come home and fuck you. Huh?”

He says with a slight teasing tone.

“N-no.. Billy..” I said in a shaky voice, not knowing was gonna happen next.

“Awe don’t get all shy on me now Leibe… you were just so bold with your message, now weren’t you?”

“I’m- mm sorry..”

“Hm Prinzessin.. got me all hard now you wanna go all shy on me..” he says his voice sounding strained

“When are you coming home..?”

“Now.” He says sternly, as I hear a beep Signaling he hung up. I bit my lip closing my computer I didn’t know what was going to happen. I was nervous, excited and scared all at once. I wanted this, but I was scared bill would angry with me, my little joke turned into a big one as bill was now driving home to come destroy me.

I sat In Bill and I’s shared bed gripping the bed sheets and looking down. I heard the front door unlock and open. Then as I heard the door shut I heard sort of loud footsteps on the wooden floors in the hallway. The door swung open, and revealed a disheveled looking bill. His hair had less volume than this morning and his makeup was smeared and less dramatic.

“Mm there’s my girl..” he says in a soft and raspy voice, in a way you could hear is German accent come out.

“Think it’s okay to send me pictures like that.. while I’m- out.. hm?”

He says getting closer to the bed while undoing his belt.

“N-no Billy.. m’ sorry…”

I say blushing harder than ever crossing my arms to cover up my stomach.

He kicks his shoes off, slipping down his pants revealing his raging boner through his boxers. My eyes widened slightly, as I snapped back into reality I was now realizing, I’ve never done this before, and I never told bill.

We had been together for about 3 months and we still haven’t had sex before.

He started kissing my neck and grabbed my waist.

“Ehm.. bill.. I-“ I stuttered out.

“I’m a virgin..” I said embarrassed.

“That’s okay love, we can go slow. Mk?” He said calmly understanding.

“Mk..”

He slips off his jacket and then his shirt leaving him only in boxers. I looked up at him, with wide but sort of hooded eyes.

“Please be gentle..” I squeaked out quietly.

“I will, don’t worry Prinzessin.”

He slowly pulled down his boxers revealing his hard on. My jaw dropped. I couldn’t even tell how big it was just from looking at it.

“It’s okay hunny.. I’ll go slow. Promise.”

He said as he could tell I was scared, but as I was lost in my thoughts he slowly started to slip down my panties I started to get nervous again as he did that I shut my eyes tight as he finshed sliding them down my legs. He threw them to the floor and looked at me.

“Open your eyes Schatzi.” He said softly.

“Do you want this?” He asked softly.

“Yes..”

I said ready for him. He slowly positioned his cock at my entrance. As he slowly slipped in, I gasped, feeling him stretch me out, tears formed in my eyes as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a couple seconds letting me get used to it.

“Can I move now Leibe?”

He asked sounding eager but trying to be understanding.

I was silent for a second getting myself used to the feeling.

“Yes ,you can move now billy..”

As I said that he started to move, thrusting in and out at a slow pace,

“Mm.. b-bill..”

I said, as the pain started to turn into pleasure

“Fuck.. good girl..”

He said in almost a whisper.

He started thrusting faster, and at this point I couldn’t control my noise, I was a moaning mess.

“Mm! Bill.. please-“ I moaned out loudly feeling his member go further in me

“Doing s’ good for me love!.. fuck..” he moaned

“Fuck bill.. mmf!” I squeaked out loudly

“M’ gonna cum baby..”

he said in a higher voice

“M-me too!! Mm-“

“Fuck!”

Bill moaned as he bottomed out releasing inside of me, as I came too.

“That was amazing, meine Engle. You did so good for me.”

“I love you bill..” I said hugging him and laying on his chest

“I love you too hunny. Go to sleep my love.”

[twofoursixohjuan]

what type of dramatic eyeliner does talven wear?? wings? luxe? cat-eye? something else?? also fun fact i went to look up hooded almond eyes before realising i literally have those. and the lashes. literally just had to look in a mirror for reference. <3

.....I don't know anything about eyeliner help......

wings? I guess? what is a luxe and what is a cat-eye? I only ever wear makeup on stage I have failed in this task. does anyone who knows more about makeup want to weigh in?

(also sorry this took so long! I've been flat on my back sick these last few days and haven't even looked at my phone. medicinal Minecraft only)

[minleeeknow]

track five - ‘greedy’ ft. lee know

‘pairing’ - 이민호 (lee minho) x fem!makeup artist

‘genre’ - fluff, angst, frenemies to lovers??

‘tw’ - angst, 14+, light swearing, hurting, comfort, fluff at the end

‘word count’ - 0.6 k

‘to get tagged’ - pls reply to the taglist post, this post or just ask me

‘lee’s notes’ - lowercase intended, not proofread, yn is korean (its easier for me to write), it’s okay to cry

pls note, reblog, anything &lt;3

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‘previous track’ > ‘next track’

‘masterlist’

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“jagiya–” minho’s voice murmurs softly in your ears, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. you hiccup, stifling a sob, pulling your hood down further, covering your face.

lee know wipes away the tears from your cheeks and takes off your hood. “hey, look at me.” his low voice calms you. minho looks into your eyes, his brown eyes filled with concern.

“what happened, yn?” he asks, taking your hands and rubbing them gently with the palm of his hand.

“it’s stupid,” you mumble. minho raises a brow. “so what, you called me, you’re crying, and you don’t want to tell me anything,” he remarks wryly. 

you feel a flicker of energy and say hesitantly, “can you buy me a taro milk tea? please?”

minho snorts and gives you a look. “you’re so lucky you’re cute,” he sighs as he gets up. you flash him a weak smile and a heart and see him flush and look away.

when he comes back he’s holding an iced taro drink and coffee. he hands you yours but before he lets you take it, minho says, “no! we’re going in the car and you’re going to tell me what happened without spilling your drink or tears.”

“that was a one time thing!” you protest, wiping salty tears from your eyes and you obediently follow lee know out. 

as you sit in the passenger seat of his car, you brace yourself for a full-on interrogation, but it doesn’t come. instead minho just sits there, quietly sipping his coffee.

“it was because of these girls,” you blurt out suddenly. you feel heat rise up to your cheeks as lee know casts his eyes on you. you swear he’s silently judging you and all chance of being with him has flown out the window. like yesterday.

“they were saying that i didn’t deserve you, that i was ugly, that you looked better with them, that–” you ramble, not pausing to filter your words. “they said that they couldn’t believe how you could love someone like me, someone who’s freaking desperately in love with you but to scared to admit it–” you clamp your mouth shut. “shit.”

“oh?” minho’s eyes fly open but he somehow manages to keep a straight face. you sink farther into your seat, totally most definitely embarrassed. 

“mmf,” you mumble, burying your face into your hands. you pretend to be sad again, not even going to try to peek through your fingers. you can feel lee know’s intense gaze and shiver involuntarily.

“so freaking desperately in love,” minho muses coolly, echoing your words. “so you love me, huh?”

“stop trying to make it worse,” you complain into your palms, pouting. “it’s not like it’s ever going to happen,” you add, trying to talk yourself out of it. “i’m not pretty anyway. i just exist and happen to know you.” you almost laugh when you feel tears sting your eyes again.

“shut up,” minho mutters and pulls your hands away from your face to kiss you. the kiss is softer and gentler than any other time he’s kissed you.

“minho–” you mumble into his lips, unable to pull away while your brain is screaming minho minho minho MINHO MINHO MINHO. he’s intoxicating and you can’t stop your mind from thinking about how soft his lips are.

“so are you going to be my girlfriend, yn?” minho asks smugly, running a hand through his hair.

“so mean,” you shoot back. “you’re soooo pretty and then you ask if i can be your girlfriend?” you sigh dramatically.

“well?”

“minho! what do you think?”

~

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[winxanity-ii]

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A week had whisked by since the recording of "Echoes of Eternity," and its release had perfectly aligned with the premiere of the drama, "Threads of Destiny: Love Beyond Time." The OST soared in popularity, with the enigmatic voice of 'YaNi' creating waves across social platforms, leaving fans curious and enchanted.

Amidst the whirlwind of acclaim, Alex emerged as the face behind 'YaNi,' her debut on the music scene aligning with the song's rise. Her appearance on "Rookie Find," a renowned platform for emerging artists, was nothing short of sensational.

You could recall how Seora bursted into your room, her laptop clutched firmly in her hands, eager to show off Alex's debut performance.

As Seora played the video on her laptop, you were instantly drawn into the world Alex created on stage.

The initial darkness was stark, enveloping the stage in a veil of anticipation before it dramatically transitioned to reveal Alex. Clad in a black veil and a stunning wedding dress, she stood as a silhouette of mystery and elegance, embodying the song's hauntingly beautiful melody.

"Echoes of eternity, in whispers of the wind," the lyrics flowed seamlessly with the visual transformation unfolding before you. Each note seemed to resonate with Alex's movements, her attire changing, symbolizing a metamorphosis—layers shedding to unveil new facets of her character.

As the song escalated to its high note, "In dreams, you feel my presence, in silence, we're akin," Alex's veil was lifted in a choreographed grace, revealing an outfit that wove themes of death and rebirth into its intricate design.

Lace and satin adorned the fabric, each detail enhancing the emotional crescendo of the performance.

The camera zoomed in, capturing the intensity in Alex's eyes, her gaze almost tangible through the screen. The dark, smokey makeup accentuated her expressions, adding layers to the narrative woven by the lyrics you had helped pen.

Her lip-syncing was impeccable; each word perfectly aligned with the melody, creating an illusion so convincing it felt real. "Our souls entwined by destiny, a love that won't rescind," echoed as the performance neared its end, leaving a lingering sense of awe in its wake.

As the performance concluded, leaving you impressed and slightly surreal, you couldn't help but feel a complex mix of emotions.

Pride swelled within you, seeing the song you had poured your heart into, brought to life with stunning artistry and passion.

Yet, there was an underlying twinge of wistfulness, knowing that your role remained hidden, your voice echoing unseen.

Despite the general acclaim, not everyone was swept away by Alex's debut. In the vast, echoing chambers of the internet, a few vocal and particularly perceptive fans began to dissect her performance with a fine-tooth comb.

Among them, a small faction was fueled by a delusional possessiveness over Taehyung, interpreting Alex's emergence as a threat, a potential rival for their idol's affections.

These discussions began to gain traction, manifesting in forum threads, social media posts, and dedicated analysis videos. While many fans were content to enjoy the performance at face value, this growing undercurrent of suspicion added a layer of complexity to Alex's debut.

The conversations ranged from speculative to accusatory, with some fans meticulously comparing pitch, tone, and emotion in the 'Echoes of Eternity' performance to unearth what they believed was the truth hidden beneath the surface.

In the shadows of the spotlight, these debates unfolded, with you, the true voice behind 'YaNi,' remaining an invisible yet integral part of the unfolding narrative.

While Alex faced the brunt of public scrutiny, you grappled with the silent acknowledgment of your contribution being both celebrated and contested, a duality that underscored the unpredictable nature of the entertainment industry.

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As Alex's fame grew, as did a discerning group of fans—who began to gather their suspicions like puzzle pieces. Their focus wasn't clouded by fandom rivalry or superficial concerns; it was the music itself that prompted their scrutiny.

They noticed nuances that didn't align, a richness in the studio version that seemed diluted live, and a timbre in the 'live' vocals that hinted at an underlying truth yet to be unveiled.

This group, united by their love for genuine artistry and a respect for authenticity, started to compile evidence. They meticulously analyzed performances, comparing them against the OST, noting every inflection, every breath that seemed out of place. Their investigation was thorough, driven by a shared conviction that the voice they cherished belonged to someone else, someone hidden from the limelight.

Meanwhile, your world was consumed by a whirlwind of creativity and new challenges. Yoongi's acknowledgment of your talent had opened new doors, and now Taehyung, inspired by your unexpected contributions, sought your assistance with a song he envisioned for BTS's upcoming album.

This collaboration, a blend of your lyrical insights and his artistic vision, was a fresh endeavor, one that further entwined your path with the band's ongoing narrative.

In these moments of artistic engagement, you remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the fan community. Your focus was on creation, on the interplay of words and melodies that could convey emotions and stories.

The dynamic with Taehyung, once marked by playful banter, had evolved into a mutual respect for each other's artistry, offering a glimpse into the multifaceted world of music that continued to captivate your heart.

Yet, outside the studio's walls, the debate raged on, with Alex at the center of a growing whirlpool of suspicion and scrutiny.

The fans' investigation was drawing closer to the truth, inching towards the revelation of your voice as the hidden gem behind 'YaNi,' a discovery that would soon ripple through the industry, challenging perceptions and unveiling the intricate dance of shadows and spotlights that defines the world of entertainment.

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As Taehyung stood before you, his usual playful demeanor was laced with a hint of earnestness, his hands clasped together in a mock plea.

Your workspace, cluttered with papers and documents—even in your role as a 'temporary' assistant, the workload was no joke—served as a backdrop to this unusual request.

"Why do you keep bugging me?" you groaned, looking up at him with a mix of exasperation and amusement. Taehyung's persistence was both charming and slightly maddening.

He gave you a look that managed to be both pleading and confident. "You know I'm relentless. I won't give up until you say yes," he declared, his voice carrying a playful undertone.

With a raised eyebrow, you shot back, "You do realize I can report you to HR for harassment, right?" It was a jest, of course, but part of you wondered how he'd react.

Taehyung merely waved off the comment with a grin. "Ah, but you won't. Because deep down, you can't resist my charm," he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Yoongi or Namjoon would be better for this, you know. They're more qualified," you tried to deflect, hoping to steer him towards a more sensible collaboration.

But Taehyung was unwavering. "No, it has to be you," he insisted, his tone softening slightly, conveying a sincerity that caught you off guard. "I want you."

The simplicity of his statement, 'I want you,' sent an unexpected warmth spreading across your cheeks.

You chastised yourself internally—don't read too much into it, it's all professional, surely, but the more delusional part of your mind chanting, 'He wants me so bad,' is harder to ignore.

After a moment's pause, where Taehyung's hopeful gaze met your conflicted one, you let out a resigned sigh. "Alright, I'll help. But only because you're so insistent," you conceded, masking the mix of trepidation and excitement bubbling within you.

Taehyung's face lit up with a victorious smile, and he couldn't resist a little celebratory gesture, a burst of aegyo that was both endearing and slightly ridiculous. "I knew you loved me~" he sang out, batting his eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion.

***not me rushing tryna get to the good stuff 😂😂🥴. also, did anyone catch the stage name 👀

[empireofpearls-if]

Character Appearances:

First the ROs:

Akbar

Ear-length curly dark brown hair, kept neatly under his royal turban. He has brown almond eyes, a fair complexion with sharp expressive features, a mole on the left side of his nose, and a thick mustache. A strong build with a broad chest, a narrow waist, and long arms means the emperor is seen as a fairly attractive man. Able to relate more with commoners due to not being raised as royalty, his welcoming smile and a cheerful and friendly personality has helped him amass following from the very early days of his reign. Always dressed in his royal garments and opulent jewelry, Akbar exudes authority. Despite this, he stands on the shorter side at only 5'7".

Ruqaiya

Knee-length brown hair, loosely covered by a dupatta. Pieces of jewelry cover her from head to toe in a way that is only fitting for an empress of her stature. Her fair complexion is only made more beautiful with bold red lips and dramatic eyeliner on her almond eyes. While traveling away from the palace, she exhibits a modest and reserved fashion, hiding her curves and leaving only her eyes visible. To an outsider who doesn't know any better, Ruqaiya and Akbar look like siblings, maybe even twins. Unlike Akbar, her upbringing has all but ingrained a bit of elitism in her blood which she isn't always able to suppress. She is of average height, about 5'3".

Mahira

Waist-length black braided hair, covered by the dupatta of her farshi pajamas and the elaborate passa she wears on the side of her head. As the newest bride, she fulfills her duty of carrying the social status and familial wealth of her family by wearing many layers of gold and pearl jewelry. Mahira is shorter than most people and wears light makeup over her round dark brown eyes and lips. She has a dark brown complexion and has a petite physique. She isn't every talkative and tends to stay in her room. She is very short, standing at only 4'10".

Arslan

Short light brown wavy hair that is fully on display inside the palace as he rarely wears his turban indoors and his popularity in court allows him to get away with it. A man in his position usually has a long full beard but he seems unable to grow one. Despite his good reputation, he is an irritable individual and his hooded hazel eyes, ones he inherited from his father, almost perpetually wear a scowl. Arslan is a tall and lanky man with bags under his eyes and skin that remained unusually pale even in the sun and heat of Agra. Compared to the rest, his almost otherworldly features only helped to solidify his mystical status. And to add to that, Arslan is one of the tallest people in the whole Empire, standing at 6'3".

Nadeem/Nadia

Nadeem has black hair kept short almost like a buzz cut, Nadia has straight black hair going past her shoulders that are intricately braided into an updo. They both have dark skin and upturned dark brown eyes with softer features. Nadeem has trained with soldiers when he was young and still possesses the strength and muscles. Nadia is more on the leaner side with not many visible curves and is considered tall for a woman. They both wear fine clothing expected from the nobles of the time but don't adorn as much jewelry as the people living in the palace. Nadeem stands at 5'9" and Nadia stands at 5'7".

Hamza/Hira

Hira and Hira both wear full head coverings, a hijab and turban respectively that completely cover up their black hair. They have a sun-kissed brown complexion, with sunken dark brown eyes and slightly hollowed cheeks. Growing up malnourished, neither of them have much height or muscles, sporting a bony physique. Hamza wears a simple white dhoti and jama, while Hira has a few worn kurtis. Hira is 5'1" and Hamza is 5'3".

Now the non-ROs:

Bairam

Short salt and paper hair and a short full beard, Bairam has long limbs perfect for sword fighting. He isn't as pale or tall as his son but his strong posture and sharp hooded hazel eyes manage to give him a very intimidating figure. No matter the occasion, he always travels with his talwar, Zulfikar sheathed within his luxurious garment. He stands tall at 5'11".

Salima

Salima, like her cousins Raqaiya and Akbar, has a fair complexion with shoulder-length brown hair which she regularly cuts despite being advised against it. She also brown almond eyes but considering her royal status, she wears almost no jewelry or makeup. She has even worn jamas, traditionally seen as masculine clothing up until her first marriage. Now her fashion sense is still very muted and her lack of effort and overall demeanor ruffles a lot of feathers but her marriage and strong friendship with both her cousins means no one dares says a word. She stands at 5'5".

I'll maybe add either a Pinterest board or commission their portraits later on as I don't trust AI to do any of their features justice.

[videostarblogs]

8. kigurumi gyaru

kigurumi gyaru is a unique and playful substyle within the gyaru fashion movement that combines the vibrant, bold aesthetics of gyaru withe the whimsical charm of kigurumi (costumed animal pajamas). this fusion creates a cozy, yet eye-catching look that stands out in the broader gyaru culture. here's a breakdown of kigurumi gyaru fashion!!!!!!!

origins and development

kigurumi: kigurumi originally refers to the full-body animal pajamas or costumes popularized in Japan as comfortable, fun lounge wear. it became a cultural phenomenon, often worn at events, conventions, or as casual street wear

gyaru: the gyaru fashion movement, know for its bold, glamorous, and rebellious styles, has a wide range of substyles. kigurumi gyaru is a niche but distinctive makeup and accessories typical of gyaru.

fusion: the blending of these two styles likely emerged as a way of gyaru fashion identity. kigurumi gyaru is often seen at gyaru events, parties, or within informal, fun contexts.

key motifs

kigurumi outfits: the central feature of kigurumi gyaru is the kigurumi itself-- full body pajamas that are typically designed to resemble animals, cartoon characters, or fantasy creatures. these kigurumi are often over sized, adding to the playful and comfortable feel.

gyaru makeup: despite the relaxed nature of the outfits, kigurumi gyaru still maintains the dramatic gyaru makeup style. this includes bold eye makeup with think eyeliner, long false lashes, and sometimes colorful eye shadows. white highlights around the eyes, heavy contouring, and glossed lips are also common.

accessories; to enhance the gyaru influence, kigurumi gyaru often incorporates exaggerated accessories. large chunky jewelry, over sized bows, or colorful wigs that natch or complement the kigurumi are popular. hair can be styled in voluminous curls or other dramatic looks under or around the kigurumis hood.

footwear: while traditonal kigurumi is usually worn barefoot or with slippers, kigurumi gyaru might add platform shoes or boots to maintain a sense of height and drama associated with gyaru fashion. these shoes can be brightly colored or feature bold designs

nail art: like other gyaru substyles, intricate and bold nail art is a key component. nails might be decorated with 3d charms, glitter, or bright, contrasting colors ro add a touch of glamour to the otherwise cozy outfit.

music

the music associated with kigurumi gyaru tends to over lap with the broader gyaru culture. j-pop, eurobeat, and upbeat, fun tracks that complement the playful, energetic vibe of the aesthetic are popular. here are some music artists to look at.

kyary pamyu pamyu

koda kumi

namie amuro

ayumi hamasaki

capsule

perfume

charli xcx

rina sawayama

ayesha erotica

yasutaka nakata

movies

movies that emphasize whimsy, fantasy, and fun, reflect the playful and fantastical elements of kigurumi gyaru! here are some movies I suggest

kamikaze girls (2004)

love & pop (1998)

funky forest: the first contact (2005)

sailor moon r: the movie (1993)

shimotsuma monogatari (2004)

suicide club (2001)

paradise kiss (2011)

nana (2005)

cutie honey (2004)

the girl who leapt through time (2006)

other medias

manga and anime: characters in manga and anime who embody playful, exaggerated styles can inspire kigurumi gyaru. series like one piece, with its colorful and diverse character designs, or fruits basket, featuring characters in animal forms, resonate with the kirgurumi aspect.

fashion magazines: Japanese fashion magazines like agesha and egg may occasionally feature kigurumi gyaru, particularly in issues focused on fun, casual, or part styles.

social media and online communites: platforms like Instagram, tiktok, and fashion centric forums or blogs are vital for kirgurumi gyaru enthusiasts to share their outfits, connect with others, and find inspiration. the aesthetics playful nature makes it particularly popular in visually-driven social media spaces

inspo

overall, kigurumi gyaru is a unique fusion of the cozy, whimsical charm of kigurumi and the bold, glamorous edge of gyaru fashion. its playful and expressive style that allows for creativity and individuality, often seen at events, parties, or within communities that celebrate both comfort and fashion. the aesthetic is defined by its dramatic makeup, oversized, playful outfits, and the blending of cute and bold elements that challenge traditional fashion norms.

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videostar signing off..........................

[ch4p3lofbl00d]

It's going to be okay, I'm going to help you I promise~Ricky Olson

Imagine being Balz's sister, and you're dating Ricky and you go to his house to spend the night. You end up having thoughts about suicide, which no one knew about you having and you end up cutting with his razor and he sees all of you scars

Y\N Pov

I'm currently getting ready to go to my boyfriend's house. I'm still surprised that my brother, Joshua (balz) wasn't mad about me dating his bandmate. Yes, I'm the sister of the famous keyboardist from Motionless In White and yes, I'm dating Richard Olson. I smiled, thinking about Ricky. He was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I smiled as I got up from my bed and walked over to my dresser and saw my eyeliner missing. I rolled my eyes, and yelled

"BALZ WHERE DID MY EYELINER GO YOU DICK HEAD"

I jumped back when I heard a familiar voice say

"I took your eyeliner actually"

I looked behind me, and saw Ricky, scratching his head nervously. I blushed a bright pink out of embarrassment.

"Oh Balz always likes to steal my eyeliner, so I just thought that he stole it again. I wasn't expecting you to steal my eyeliner"

I saw Ricky smile, and say

"It's all good. I've actually been here for awhile now, you were in this daze, and I needed to fix my makeup real quick and I thought that you wouldn't mind me using your eyeliner"

I blushed deeper, and said

"It's fine. I just needed to do my makeup real quick"

I saw Ricky shake his head and come closer to me and say

"You don't need makeup. You look beautiful without it"

I blushed a deeper red, and hid my face in Ricky's neck. After a few minutes, I heard whistling. I lifted my head from Ricky's neck and saw Balz standing in the doorway. I flipped him off and saw him dramatically fall on the ground. I laughed and heard him say

"OooOo Y\N and Ricky were smoochy kissing"

I glared at him and ran downstairs and outside to Ricky's car. Oh my fucking god that was embarrassing. I felt tears come to my eyes but I quickly wiped them away as I saw Ricky come outside with my backpack. I decided to put my hoodie on and buckled up. I pulled the hood over my head as I saw Ricky get in his side. I wiped my eyes again and hid my face in my hands. I felt a reassuring hand on my thigh, and I knew it was Ricky.

"what's wrong?"

I could hear the concern in his voice. I sighed, and said

"nothing. Balz just embarrassed me"

I saw Ricky nod and start backing out of the driveway. I couldn't let Ricky know that I was having thoughts again. This happens everyday, I have thoughts about suicide. No one knows about it, not even Balz and I trust him with everything. I can't let Ricky or Balz knowing about my self harm, they would be so upset with me. I had to act like everything was normal but in reality, I'm broken inside.

I sighed as I saw Ricky pull into the driveway of his house. I quickly got out and ran inside, I heard Ricky call my name, but I didn't want him to see me like this. I ran upstairs to his bathroom and locked the door. I sild down the wall and broke down crying. I looked over at Ricky's shower and saw his razor sitting there. I sighed and rolled up my sleeves, seeing all the deep scars all over. I picked up the razor and started slitting my wrists again.

1.. cut for being worthless

2.. cuts for being a terrible sister and girlfriend

3.. cuts for making everyone miserable

4.. cuts..

I heard the door open, and I saw Ricky standing there with tears running down his face

"Y/N.. why?"

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, so I let them all fall.

"I'm sorry"

I buried my head in Ricky's chest and clutched his shirt in my hands.

"ssh it's okay. I'm right here"

I continued crying, until I couldn't cry anymore. I layed down on Ricky and I felt his thumb softly wiping my tears away.

"why did you do this to yourself?"

I looked up at Ricky and quietly said

"I've been doing this for the past 3 years but it's been getting worse this year"

I lift up my sleeves and take off my shorts to show Ricky all my scars and new cuts. I immediately feel Ricky's arms wrapped around me.

"please don't ever do this again. I'm gonna help you okay. I love you so much and I don't want you hurting yourself anymore"

I nodded and rested my head in Ricky's chest.

"I love you too. I'm sorry. I hate myself so much and Balz doesn't even know about any of this and I tell him everything. I'm a mistake"

I felt Ricky pick me up and carry me to his bed and pulled me into his lap.

"hey don't say any of that stuff about yourself. I love you very much, and I'm gonna help you get through this"

I nodded and hugged Ricky tightly

"I love you and I'll try my hardest I promise"

I felt Ricky's soft hands plstart playing with my hair, then I felt his soft lips kiss my head. I started dozing off, hearing Ricky hum and run his soft hands through my hair. I quickly fell asleep in Ricky's arms, thinking about how much he cares about me and wants to help me.

Thank you for reading! :)

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

i have not worn makeup since i got this cat, which was my first mistake. trying to remember the only look i know how to do, which is a brown smokey eye with perhaps just a touch too much gold in the inner corner highlight, gold liner to about the middle of the pupil, normal black liner from the middle of the pupil back and along the lower lash line. nothing fancy! nothing too dramatic! the gold and my eyelashes distract from the indifferently applied amokey eye bc i have never really learned how to adjust for a left eye with more of a hood than the right!

anyway this fuckin cat. hopped up on the bathroom counter, tail went bristle brush, thought about hissing, didn’t, but got spooked anyway and leapt off in such a way that all my makeup brushes somehow landed IN her litter box. under the sink. this is no huge loss bc they were elf from six years ago but like!!! bro!!! come on!!!!

[voidberryart]

I can't stop drawing this fella. Anyways you can find it on Artfight!

[ID: A full body drawing of a humanoid (ish) character in full color. The character has a white iridescent mask for a face, with the sides and top all branching out in angles like wobbly sunrays, and no discernable mouth, only eyes. The eyes themselves are upwards half moons, filled with glowing purple and green light like galaxies (fading into black in the inner corners) with white pupils (two pupils in each eye, one larger and one smaller in the corner). The eyes have dramatic black makeup painted around them, mostly on the underside and off to the outer corner, both directions angled in dramatic flourishes. Above the eyes on each side are silver painted moon phases in place of where eyebrows might be, and there is also a four pointed star painted below the eye on the right cheek. Behind the head flows some sort of translucent mist, matching the eyes in its color and fading into black the further away it goes from its head, pooling upwards above it and wafting off of it.

The character's limbs are matching to its eyes, colored like nebulae and faded to black towards the end of the extremities (the legs wearing black netting and the hands with long painted nails in a base of white that fades to rich purple that fades to green closer to the nail bed). The feet are barefoot but are both heeled with two stacked simplistic looking white stars.

It wears a long white iridescent cloak, hood down, the edge of that hood lined in a dark purple, and the edges of the cloak itself fringed with dangling golden beads. The cloak is clasped shut with a golden broach designed like an orrery, with a circle in the center and several circles connected to it by lines holding them in place, several white circles matching orbit trails held underneath. The underside of the cloak is dark light the night sky, full of stars and glowing blue light emanating from behind the character.

The dress it wears underneath is a straight silhouette with long flowing sleeves and an edge that angles up sharply towards the center while angling down sharply on the outer edges, both in the front and back (in opposite directions). The sleeves on both sides (upper arm on the left and lower arm on the right (opposite viewer's perspective)) have two hands of dark purple with a pattern of constellations in white. The dress itself is a rich lavender fading into a teal towards its bottom. The left side of the bodice also contains white embroidery of three six pointed simplistic-like stars, matching the ones on its heels.

The character overall is posed body facing towards the viewer's left but head turned back towards the viewer's right. Its arms both splayed out with the right arm held up high and sleeve pooling down into its elbow, while the left angles out towards its side. Its left leg is lifted with the knee brought up towards its midsection, its foot pointed downwards, while its right leg stands flatly on the ground.

The background is similar to that of the underside of its cloak, dark blue and full of stars with light emanating from behind the character, but there as well are a grouping of two golden rings (one inside the other) behind it, and another grouping smaller within the first set of rights, mostly obscured by the character. End ID.]