#it’s a dress with a shimmering fabric and the bottom was not hemmed

[ladywaterfall]

“Our shitty construction of garments is a FEATURE actually, if you think that we didn’t hem this dress to cut corners you’re wrong”

[narcoticv3nus]

Crimson and Clover 𝜗ৎ König

Kinktober Day XVI: Spanking/Impact Play

summary: time for another punishment tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, spanking, oral sex(m!receiving), degradation, punishment, mean!könig, brattamer!könig, bratty!reader, sub!reader, dom!könig wc: 2.1k a/n: what did we do this time?

MASTERLIST

Standing before him, your fingers wrapped tightly around the hem of your tiny club dress, feeling the soft fabric crinkle in your fist. The delicate material shimmered in the dim lighting as you shifted slightly, your heart racing. You peered into his cold, unforgiving gaze, a mix of fear and determination swirling within you.

The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension, and you could sense the weight of his scrutiny. It was as if he could see through you, unraveling your thoughts and vulnerability.

König sat hunched over, his broad shoulders tense, with his elbows propped heavily on his knees. His gaze pierced through the dim light, unwavering as he fixed his unblinking icy blue eyes on you. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of your neck, sending a shiver along your spine. It was almost as if time had slowed as you began to count each long, dark lash that framed his intense stare, the weight of his presence wrapping around you like a thick fog.

“I’m sorry, König–” The moment the words slipped from your lips, you noticed his eyes narrowed slightly, a clear signal for you to stop speaking. The intensity of his gaze made your heart race as you instinctively complied, sealing your lips tightly together. You pressed them firmly, feeling the soft flesh meld, a barrier safeguarding the thoughts swirling in your mind. In that silence, unspoken words hung heavy, charged with an uncomfortable tension.

You knew you shouldn't have gone out when he told you no, but who was to tell you what you can and can't do? He's not your father, even if he pretends to be.

"So, you zink you can disobey me and zen come crawling back here vit no consequences, hmm?" König's voice was low, a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through the room. He studied you intently; his hands clasped together in front of him, those piercing saucers seeing right through your defiant exterior.

He momentarily said nothing, letting his words sink in before rising from his seat in one fluid motion. With a single finger, he beckoned you closer, his stern expression unwavering. He reached out, grabbing your wrist firmly yet not cruelly, pulling you over to him. As he sat back down, he tugged you forward, guiding you over his lap with a strength that left you little room to protest.

He adjusted you on his lap, ensuring your bottom was positioned just right—centered and elevated over his muscular thighs. The rough fabric of his pants scraped against your sensitive skin, a stark contrast to the softness of your dress. You squirmed slightly, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He placed a firm hand on your back, holding you steady as he lifted the hem of your dress, exposing your lace-covered bottom completely. His hand rose, hovering over the curve of your behind for a moment before delivering the first sharp smack. It echoed through the room, a loud clap followed by the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

He continued each blow landing with precision, gradually increasing in intensity. He could feel the heat rising from your skin, his palm burning with the impact, but his expression remained stern and determined.

König's grip on your wrist tightened, his hold on you unyielding as you struggled against his firm grasp. You tried to squirm away, but his hand pressed harder into the small of your back, pinning you in place. He didn't relish in causing you pain, but he knew it was necessary—a lesson that would hopefully prevent such reckless behavior. He couldn't stand the thought of something happening to you because of your stubbornness.

Each strike was calculated and delivered with enough force to make an impression yet not leave permanent marks. The sound of his hand connecting with your bottom filled the room, punctuated by your sharp gasps and stifled whimpers.

The spanking continued, each swat echoing through the quiet space, until König felt satisfied that the message was well received. Finally, he paused, breathing heavily as he watched your squirming form, a hungry glint in his eyes.

“M’sorry…” you sniffled, pressing your cheek into the leather cushion beneath you as his heavy, warm hand caressed over your stinging skin with a newfound tenderness, a stark contrast to the hostility it was inflicting onto you mere seconds prior. You glanced behind you, shivering as your eyes met his. “I should've listened to you,” you finished as blood rushed to your cheeks, filling you with shame. Shame for crushing your ego and submitting to the man above you and shame for liking it. Tears continued slipping down your cheeks until they created a small puddle on the cushions below.

"I know you’re sorry," König muttered, his tone softer yet firm. His hand remained on your warm, stinging flesh, rubbing gentle circles to ease the pain—a strange mix of punishment and comfort that sent confusing signals throughout your body. His touch lingered for a moment longer than necessary, savoring the heat that radiated from you.

With a sigh, König lifted you into a sitting position, perched on his lap, effortlessly repositioning your legs around his waist. His hand cupped your cheek, lifting your face to meet his gaze, "You're mine. Mine to protect, mine to discipline, mine to fuck." His voice turned sharp as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss against your forehead. His thumb swept across your cheekbone, catching a rogue tear. "You vill never do that again, understood?" The command was gentle, yet the underlying authority was impossible to miss.

You nodded begrudgingly, your eyebrows furrowing and your bottom lip jutting into a pout. You kept your eyes locked onto his clothed chest, too humiliated to meet his gaze.

"Look at me," he urged, his voice softening. König hated seeing you upset—it was almost like looking at a wounded animal. But he also knew that you needed this.

His fingers brushed gently across your cheek, urging your chin upward until your eyes met his again. He searched your gaze, looking for the slightest hint of defiance before nodding, satisfied that the lesson had sunk in. "Good girl," he breathed, pulling you closer into a tight embrace. The firmness of his chest pressed against you as he rested his chin on your head.

As you sniffled and wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging onto him like a lifeline, König felt a warmth spread through his chest, an odd sensation of belonging. He stroked your hair gently, murmuring words in German that you didn't understand but somehow knew were meant to soothe. "I vill take care of you," he whispered in English, his accent thickening slightly, "Alvays," he promised, whispering your name into your ear as his hips pressed into yours, his erection straining against his jeans as it sought out your warmth.

"Now," König said, his voice deep and husky, breaking the silence after a few moments, "are you ready to apologize properly?" He held your gaze, his hand slipping lower to cup your bottom firmly. His fingers traced over your stinging flesh, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Yes?" he prompted, lifting an eyebrow expectantly. He enjoyed this dance of power and submission between them—the way you trembled at his touch yet clung to him for support.

In response to your nod and your obedient “yes sir” that followed, König shifted his grip on your bottom, pulling you forward until your lips hovered inches from his. He pressed a hard kiss onto your mouth, his tongue demanding entrance. As you moaned and opened up to him, König deepened the kiss, claiming ownership of you once more.

One hand remained firmly planted on your backside while the other slid up your thigh, pushing your dress aside to reveal damp lace underwear. He groaned into your mouth, his fingers brushing against the fabric before hooking his thumbs into the waistband and yanking them down. You gasped against his lips as he exposed your sensitive skin to the cool air. His hand returned to cup your bare bottom, squeezing it firmly before giving it a sharp smack—a reminder of your place.

“Vell, then," he said, breaking away from the kiss, "Apologize, and maybe ve can move on from dis." His tone was gruff with lust, betraying his own need for resolution.

You immediately sank to your knees, whimpering when your knees thunked against the hardwood floor. You peered up at him, batting your lashes in faux innocence as you undid his belt, pooling it through his pant loops before unbuttoning the seam and pulling down his zipper.

As you freed him from his jeans, König's cock sprang forth, heavy and erect. He stared down at you, his breath hitching as you wrapped your small hands around his girth. When your tongue flicked out to taste him, König's hand found its way into your hair, gripping it firmly. "Vhat are you sorry for, mein Engel?" he asked, his voice strained. He knew it wasn't the time for words, but he needed to hear you admit your wrongdoing and see that you understood why you were here, on your knees before him.

“For going out when you told me no…” you murmured, nuzzling your cheek against his twitching cock, feeling his twitch tip leaking precum onto your skin.

“Zat’s right…” His hips bucked forward slightly as you began to suck him, his fingers tightening in your locks. He tried to keep his control, but the sight of your reddened cheeks and tear-stained face, coupled with the exquisite pleasure you were giving him, made it difficult.

König's eyes narrowed, and he reminded himself that this was about more than just release—it was about dominance and submission, about teaching you the consequences of disobeying him. But as your pace quickened and you took him deeper into your sinful mouth, he couldn't help but feel a primal satisfaction surge through him. He'd break you down and build you back up again—stronger, better, and utterly devoted to him.

"Mmm," he grunted approvingly, watching intently as your lips slid up and down his shaft. His eyes narrowed, savoring the moment when your gaze met his. He loved seeing you like this—submissive and eager to please him. As you continued to work his length, he reached out a hand, cupping your cheek and wiping away the remnants of tears.

"Ve all make mistakes," he said gruffly, "but ve learn from zem, ja?" His free hand drifted to your throat, applying light pressure before sliding down to cup your breast, thumbing the hardened nipple beneath your dress. "Show me how much you've learned," he growled, guiding your movements faster and harder. His release built within him, but König wouldn't let go until you'd fully atoned for your disobedience.

Watching you take him so willingly into your mouth, he couldn’t help the low rumble of appreciation that escaped his throat. His grip on your hair tightened, guiding your movements, forcing you to take him deeper than before. He savored the warmth and wetness of your mouth, the way your tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, and the gentle scrape of your teeth. He could feel his release building, but he held back—this wasn’t just about pleasure. This was a lesson, a reminder of who was in control.

"Vhat do you say?" he asked again, his voice strained with need. His fingers pinched your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. König smirked—he knew exactly how to get the reaction he wanted. "Say it," he urged, groaning your name as his hips started to buck rhythmically with your movements.

“Fank you,” you gurgled the words around his length, cringing at the sound of your voice muffled by his cock pistoning in and out of your mouth.

König's smirk deepened. "Very good." He leaned forward, his free hand resting on your shoulder as he thrust deeper into your mouth. "Ve're making progress," he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction.

He continued to fuck your face, relishing the feeling of power as you struggled to keep up with his pace. But you were strong, he could tell—stronger than most. And König loved nothing more than pushing those he cared for to their limits. When he finally released himself, it was with a moan that echoed through the room, painting your face and hair with his seed.

As you sat back, coughing and gasping for breath, König couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He pulled you to your feet and wiped the remnants of black-stained tears away with his thumb.

"Clean yourself up," he ordered gruffly, releasing you and turning to fix himself. When he looked back, his eyes were serious. "And don't forget—next time you disobey me, ve'll be having a different conversation." He didn't want to frighten you, but you needed to know that there would always be consequences. That was just part of being his.

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[tmwcs]

reina, if u aren't busy can u do how heethan and y/n spend their new year🤩🤩

😏

Of course babe. ♥️

“Agora Hills”

Warnings: you already know. 😈 don’t read unless you’re comfortable with. Non-con, dub-con, implied rough smut, oral (fem receiving) etc. heethan is a menace in this one…he kinda gets excited…too excited.

“Babe, what do you want to do for New Years?”

You ask with an inquisitive look displayed on your delicate face as you raise your brows in earnest, yearning to hear Heeseung’s response. “H/n and the other girls mentioned this event and they’re all going with their boyfriends, I was wondering if you-“

“Babydoll…” he pauses after tossing the small towel he used to dry off his wet hair. A larger one is wrapped around his slim waist, the dry fabric is a stark contrast to his glistening wet skin. Like pearls, it shimmered under the glaring light above head, planted at the center of the ceiling. “I was hoping you’d be down to spend the evening with me—alone.”

Your eyes flicker downward. “I do, but can we just go and make an appearance? It’s just that—“

He cuts you off once more. “Are you getting bored, pretty girl?”

You shook your head vigorously, urgently relating that was not the case. God forbid if he ever thought you were bored with him, even if it were true, you would have to hold that piece in within yourself and avoiding the risk of receiving a punishment. “No, not bored.”

“Then what?” His deep voice quakes your legs. Quick on your feet, you quickly answer with the ball-bearing response that creases a permanent smile on his handsome face. You pleased him, so greatly.

“I just like to show you off…my man.”

‘Her man…she just used those words. Oh fuck almighty this girl…’

“You want to show me off…pretty girl?” He raises a brow, eyes wide with amusement, seemingly pleased by your affirmation. “Oh baby….”

You made him the happiest. Because of that, your wish is granted, and he took you out to said event.

‘I too, wanna show you off.’

He helped you pick out an outfit for the occasion, a white satin mini dress with a subtle flare on the hem. Skinny straps that delicately rest on the skin of your shoulders, and your hair remains down—it was the way he liked it. He loved the carefree and natural style of your beauty; little makeup and red glossy lips.

After mingling with the crowd, everyone joined inside the living room. You walked behind them but a sudden pull of your arm halts you. You turn around and see Heeseung’s dark eyes staring down at you. They looked so demeaning, you could feel the manipulation and corruption oozing from the glistening glare as he bites down in his bottom lip. He says nothing, but shifts a quick tilt to the side, hinting for you to migrate to the lone closet in the separate room. You didn’t even get to respond. The moment you tried to beg him and let you stay to participate in the countdown, he had already been snagging you, nearly flinging you across the kitchen floor. “Get over here.” He grits out through a clenched smile, eyes exuding malice and pure evil.

Dragging you away behind turned heads, nobody witnessed the explicit end to your night. “Please, Heeseung wait—“

He opens the door and tosses you in, almost as if you were a ragdoll. You find yourself in pitch black; the closet is a finite area. The light remains off as you feel his strong hands snag you by the waist. Shoving your back against the small built in cabinet that lies narrowly in a nook corner, he levitates your thighs harshly as he raises them up against the sides of his hips. “I’d love…nothing more than to show you off—“

He kisses you, violently mashing his lips against yours. “But you’re all mine. Part of me wants to show the entire world how viciously I can fuck you. But the other side of me just wants to keep the visual model of perfection that you are…all for myself.”

His hand snaps forward with viper speed as he grabs hold on your neck, giving him perfect leverage to push you down flat against the table surface of the shelf. Sighing out an ‘aww’ sound against your ear. “Oh baby…I love it when you smile…” he kisses your neck. “I love it when you frown.” He kisses your breasts as he pulls the straps of your dress down, revealing them. “I love it when you scream my name.” Another kiss finds its way on your inner thigh. Scooting your panties to the side, he dives his nose in, and exaggerating a sniff as he drags it against your clit, from top to bottom.

“But the best of all baby…” he flickers his tongue against the soft and swollen slack of skin in between the overly plush lips that cradle it. Soft kisses accompany the beating of his rhythmic tune as he swirls and twirls the tip in circles, increasing stimulation as the tightness of pressure formulates in your pelvis. “I love it when you cry…”

You gasp at the sudden force of his face jamming in between your legs. Your instinctive reaction was to close your thighs against his head, but his hands remained steady against them, pushing you apart as he continues to devour you of your senses. Pulsating, throbbing, and stinging with a pleasure so intense, it becomes painful. He gives it all to you as he wildly moves his tongue in and out of your most sensitive spot. He didn’t bother using his fingers, no. Enjoying the increase in moisture that was secreting out of you, he slurps up every drop, knowing that it was only going to add on to the state of pleasure you were riding on.

Your hips buck up as you wave them up and down, rolling onto your shoulder blades as you arch your back. Your chest protrudes towards, reaching high for the sky as you gasp out your pleading moans. Hips shaking, chest heaving, stomach churning, and legs quivering, you beg.

“Please! Heeseung please—n-not so much…I-it hurts! I can’t take it!”

The overstimulation pulls you into a state of sting pulses. They were piercing, making you squirm as he kept up with his vigor. “Mmmm” he mumbles with a mouthful of your sensitive skin.

He pulls away and licks his lips, replicating the expressive act of feasting on a meal. His lips taunting you through the display of the sweet scented shine, telling you of how much he savored the taste of you.

“Yummy.”

You shiver upon hearing him, while also watching g him unbuckle his belt in front of you, stationed between your legs as he glares his offensive look from above. “P-please…Heeseung…I-i can’t…”

You barely breathe out your words as you felt the life sucked out of you by the beast before you. “Shut up y/n. Don’t speak unless you plan on screaming out my name, deal?”

He swiped the tip of his phallic muscle up against your overstimulated clit, causing you to yelp out in pain and pleasure. He inserts himself in, but not in the traditional manner he normally displays. He was rough, demeaning, and entirely too offensive as he punched the tip in, dragging it further as he burrows deep into the depths of your cushioned gut. What in the world have you brought out of him? Did your earlier statement cause him to lose himself in the bliss happiness of your desire to show him off? Or did it excite him beyond the limits of satisfaction, causing him to yearn for you even more? So much that it hurts.

Deep into you, he buries his face into the soft spot of your neck, serenading you with soft kisses as you pinch out subtle tears from the mixture of pain and pleasure calling up in your gut. Your womanhood pulses with a beat that was much more steady than your heart. The blood rushes through your veins, heating your body temperature beyond comfort. His hands grip around your wrist as he continues to lavish your neck with his kisses. Your eyes winced shut as you overhear the crowd commit to the countdown of n the next room.

‘10…9…8…7…6…5…’

Snapping open, your eyes widen as he whispers the remaining numbers into your ear. “4…”

Oh no…

“3…”

Please God no…what is he going to do—

“2…”

when he reaches to…

“1…” he grins against your skin. “Happy New Year baby.”

Propping his palms flat by the sides of your head, he remains buried deep into you as he hovers his chest above your breasts, gently grazing against your nipples. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong but—I haven’t seen you cry since last year…think we’re overdue…don’t you?”

You shake your head. “N-no…heeseung please…not too hard…please?”

His thumb reaches up and swipes a teardrop away, gently smearing it across your cheek.

“Let’s see how many times you’ll scream out my name this year….both of them.”

Heeseung…and Ethan…

[dejaonline]

same space | shuriri x spoiled!black!fem!reader

Summary: you and shuri have a unique romantic history—the two of you have been bonded by an “arrangement”, but it’s been a good while since you’ve seen each other last. What happens when a routine drunk call + rescue reveals that it is no longer just the two of you.

Content includes: mentions of drugs and alcohol, swearing, semi-offensive insults.

Translations:

nkosazana- princess

umhle nkosazana yam- you look beautiful, my princess

Author’s note: ahh! Baby’s first fic! I am extremely nervous posting this, but i’m equally just as excited. I wanna say thank you to my baby boo @prettymrswright for all of her help and encouragement throughout the process. my tummy is achinggg (anxious girlies stand up!) but i cannot wait to hear what you guys think! thank ya’ll in advance for reading <3

Tagging some of my favsss: @prettymrswright @sapphicvqmpires @kisskourt @inmyheadimobsessed @pvnks0ul @vampzxi @quintessencewrites

Shuri took a deep breath, bracing herself for the chaos awaiting her just behind the heavy doors of the mansion. She could feel the music up through her arm as she pushed through the barrier.

She stepped inside and took in her surroundings. Glitter covered the marble floors, shimmering beneath the beams of light coming from one of the many disco balls hanging down from the high ceilings. A neon ‘Studio 54’ sign was mounted on the wall surrounded by vintage photographs and abstract art pieces.

To the left was a dimly-lit lounge with large, plush earth-toned couches and loveseats. People dressed in rhinestone covered jumpsuits and bell bottoms were socializing throughout the space, some smoking or sitting at the bar with decorated martini glasses.

The young royal ventured down a dark hallway to the right of her, following the sound of music emitting from the commodious ballroom. Colorful rays of light bounced off the walls and beneath Siri’s black boots, multi-colored tiles danced around to the beat.

The queen stood out amongst the sea of metallic gogo boots and fringe. Her slender frame was concealed beneath a black, oversized blazer and perfectly tailored pants to match. Her wandering eyes hid behind her favorite pair of black shades.

Shuri did her best to avoid getting sandwiched between a couple of inebriated bodies thrashing around her. She swiveled her head, attempting to locate you amongst the crowd until finally spotting you.

You were tucked away in a roped off section, attention focused on someone sitting dangerously close to you in the conversation pit. In the center sat a glass table, littered with empty liquor bottles, ashtrays, and assorted sizes of plastic bags. Your smooth, rich skin was covered in a sheer, floor length gown. Diamonds cascaded in detailed patterns across the fabric and tufts of feathers decorated the sleeves and hem, sweeping the silver open-toed platform heels on your feet. Your fresh braids lay parted down the center, hanging down to your lower back. You looked opulent and sexy in the iconic gown. The shimmer on your eyelids and glossy lips catching the light.

You sat with your legs crossed, one arm stretched out beside you and the other resting on your thigh while you sat back engaged in a conversation with a girl in a beaded mini dress. You watched her lips as she chatted about..stuff.

Your liquor induced arousal was immediately redirected once you caught sight of the slim figure looming behind the stranger.

“I hate to cut you off baby, but my ride is here.”

You eyed Shuri from head to toe, lingering on the bit of exposed chest behind her blazer. You leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on the girl's left cheek before standing to take Shuri’s awaiting hand.

She pressed her palm against the small of your back, steadying you.

“You okay to walk, nkosazana?”

You looked to Shuri with big, pleading eyes and she took the hint. She wrapped one of your arms around the back of her neck and scooped you up into her arms bridal style.

The two of you made your way back to the entrance. You were highly intoxicated and giggling in Shuri’s hold, your head pressed against her chest. You caught a whiff of her signature scent, the mix of sweetness and musk that you recognized as Tom Ford Vanille Fatale. You bought it for her a while back and it had been her favorite ever since.

Meanwhile, Shuri was playing it cool, trying not to make it obvious how happy she was to have you this close again. She cracked a smile at how easily tickled you became at her praise.

Although the noise level had significantly quieted down, Shuri whispered into you again.

“You look beautiful, my love.”

Another giggle escaped you and it was music to Shuri’s ears.

“Thank you, shuri bear”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that, y/n” Shuri huffed before letting you down, her still wrapped around you until the swaying ceased.

“Oh, by the way, this is Riri.”

Shuri softly tapped on the tinted window, prompting the stranger to roll it down.

Riri sat stone-faced and unamused. Her sharp jaw clenched in annoyance before she threw an uninterested two finger wave your way. She still had not looked in your direction, but your gaze locked in on her. She sat slouched in the front seat of Shuri’s Maserati Quattroporte, wearing a baggy denim jacket over a tight fitting white crop top with matching baggy jeans.

Your attention focused on the neat star design braided into the side of her head and the joint tucked behind her ear.

Even drunk, you could sense that she didn’t like you. Or at least she didn’t care much for you. She didn’t even know you, how could she not like you?

“You good, Cher?”

Riri’s low voice pulled you from your thoughts and you tightened up immediately, flipping your braids back and straightening out your dress. You wouldn’t let her see you sweat, but can admit you were impressed she caught the reference. You threw on a fake smile before bending down to reach her level.

‘You’re in my seat, Riri—“

Before she could respond Shuri snatched you away from the window.

“Hey watch the dress!” You shouted.

Shuri pulled you around to the driver’s side pushing you up against the side of the car. You yanked your arm out of her grip.

“The fuck was that for?”

Shuri stepped closer to you, the front of her body touching yours.

“Riri is my girlfriend, she’s not riding in the back.”

You stared blankly at Shuri as your thoughts began to race again.

Girlfriend? When did this happen? How did this happen?

It seemed Shuri could read your mind.

“We can talk about this later. Just sit in the back and be good for me, please? Riri likes to fight.”

Shuri opened the back door, helping you inside. She was about to close the door, but stopped to pop her head back inside the vehicle, taking your chin between her thumb and index finger.

“Play nice” she whispered

Your eyes followed Shuri as she hopped back into the front seat. The engine purred to life and the three of you were off.

You stared out the window at the star lit sky, watching the lavish residence disappear from view, thinking back to the last time you had seen Shuri.

Four months ago the two of you were inseparable. Showing up to parties together, showering each other with gifts, sneaking away to private islands. It may have seemed extravagant to others, but it was a lifestyle the two of you were accustomed to.

You enjoyed your time together, but both parties especially enjoyed the freedom that came with not committing.

It was no secret that you and Shuri had undeniable chemistry. She would do anything for you, go anywhere with you.

The reason you weren’t in Riri’s position was because you didn’t need to be. Girlfriend or not, Shuri was never really out of reach. Your history ran deep and you had been through a lot together. Somewhere down the line, friends became more and things became romantic.

You both saw other people, nothing serious. Shuri usually had a few girls on rotation. It didn’t really bother you because she would abandon whomever she was using to occupy her time with to be with you.

It was one of the things you loved most about her. She was kind and attentive, kept you in check, never let you get lazy or unfocused.

On top of that she really knew how to f—

“-uck is she back there daydreaming about?” Riri snapped.

“She does that a lot” Shuri laughed.

“You wanna hit this or not? Don’t got all night.”

Riri held the lit joint between her fingers, pointing it in your direction.

“Thanks.” You replied dryly

You took it from her, then began to examine the bubblegum pink rolling paper.

“You roll this, Riri?”

“Yeah. Problem?”

You didn’t miss the small smirk that crept upon her face as she awaited your response.

“You used my rolling papers.” You stated matter-of-factly.

Your voice came out more shrill than you intended.

Shuri cut her eyes to you through the rear view mirror. It was a look you had come to learn was a silent warning.

“You left them behind the last time you were over, nkosazana”

You looked back over to Riri, who had now cracked a full blown smile. She watched in amusement as you took a long drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs.

You blew a path directly at her with the remaining smoke, letting it drift around her chiseled face and creating the illusion of her sitting among the clouds.

Her gaze had yet to leave yours. She was studying you: the way your nose scrunched up in annoyance, how your plump lips seemed to always sit in a permanent pout, and fixating on the way your chest increasingly rose and fell.

Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the fact that Riri was stunning. Her eyes were intense as they bore into you, it made you nervous. It also made you extremely horny.

The car finally rolled into Shuri’s garage. And although you felt a suffocating heaviness in the vehicle, neither you nor Riri moved. You both knew better than to touch your own door handle.

Shuri went for your door first. You stepped out and pushed right past her, leaving no room for conversation. The clicking of your heels echoed throughout the vast garage as you stormed off, hips swaying beneath your dress.

The couple silently watched your figure stride past the rows of parked vehicles and vanish behind the door, making your way inside the house.

Shuri sighed deeply, carefully contemplating her next move. She grabbed Riri’s hands and kissed her knuckles before guiding her inside.

Inside, you made a b-line straight for the kitchen. You swung open one of the cabinets just above your head, snatching a wine glass from inside before slamming it shut.

Shuri was leaned up against the wall, right next to the small space that housed her impressive wine collection. Her eyes traveled down to the glass in your hand and she rolled her eyes, turning to grab the handle.

She disappeared inside, a look of contemplation on her face as she scanned the rows of bottles. Finally, she reached for a 1973 Chateau Montelena Chardonnay. She sauntered toward you, sending you a cryptic smile before heading right for the same cabinet you were just abusing.

In her hand she held two more wine glasses.

“I taught you better than that, y/n.” She teased.

Shuri made her way into the living room and you followed behind.

Riri sat alone on one of the couches, her hand rested over her face.

Shuri stood before you two, looking as beautiful as ever, oozing with charm and sex appeal. She set two of the glasses down, prompting you to add yours to the mix. You jumped at the ‘pop’ of the cork, anxious to have the glass back in your grasp.

“I think we should play a game, get to know each other a little better.” Her accent was thick, but it was no match for the tension in the air.

“And why would we do that?” You questioned.

The last thing you were interested in doing was learning anything about Riri. You felt you had gathered enough information about her from the ride to Shuri’s place: her name and the fact that she has a nasty attitude. Which is rich coming from you.

“Because, princess,” Shuri paused as she filled each glass. “If I’m going to keep both of you in my life, I want you two to bond, learn to get along.” She passed one to Riri, then you, before picking up the last for herself.

Before she could take a sip, her kimoyo beads hummed to life, signaling that someone was trying to contact her.

“I’ll be right back” was all she said before rushing out of the room.

Silence once again fell upon the house. You sipping from your glass, Riri staring you down from across the room. She was the first to speak up.

“So, what escort service did she find your ass from?”

You choked on your drink, appalled at the accusation.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, Keebler elf?”

You were trying to keep your voices down, afraid Shuri would hear from wherever she ran off to.

Riri stood up from her seat, coming face to face with you.

“There’s no way someone would be desperate enough to cling onto someone with a whole ass girlfriend the way that you do without getting paid for it.”

You stood your ground, pushing your upper body up to meet Riri halfway, mere inches away from her face.

“And you’d have to be one dumb bitch to think that title has any meaning.”

“Y/N!”

Before you could register the end of that exchange, Shuri grabbed you up for the second time that night, dragging you down the corridor and into a guest room. She slammed the door behind her, shoulders raising and dropping as she breathed heavily.

Stupidly, you opened your mouth to defend yourself.

“Shuri, that’s not fair, she was being awful to me—“

“I do not care! That is my partner, you do not speak to her like that. You disrespect her, you disrespect me. You’re lucky she even allowed you to step foot in our home!”

Our home. Your throat tightened at the sound. You were starting to feel sick.

“I should have told you earlier, I’m sorry.”

Shuri kneeled in front of you, taking your hands into hers.

“I met Riri a while back, when I went on that trip to Massachusetts.”

“That was six months ago.” You were trying to keep up with the timeline of events that Shuri was explaining to you.

“Yes. We kept in touch, nothing serious.” She peered up at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Go on.”

She cleared her throat before continuing.

“Of course you know, I got this place here in New York to be closer to you. But then I had to return home for a while.”

Things were starting to add up. You remembered having to say goodbye to Shuri, how much you had missed her over the last 4 months.

“Riri came to help me in the lab and we grew to enjoy each other's company. Not in the way that I’m used to, this was real. We made things official and when all the chaos settled, I asked her to return to the city with me.”

You were speechless for a moment, taking in Shuri’s words. You didn’t find yourself being angry, you had no right. The two of you were never exclusive and until a few weeks ago, you didn’t even entertain the thought of it. It had never bothered you that Shuri preferred an open relationship, but hearing that she was serious about Riri struck you to your core.

“Does she know?” You whispered.

“About us?” You nodded in response.

“Yes, I told her up front. My love for you never ceases. No matter who I am with, no matter where I go. You may not have chosen me, my love, but I will always choose you.”

Classic Shuri, girl always had a way with words.

“So how does this work?”

“Riri doesn't care for monogamy, that is how this even works in the first place. We’ll have to set some boundaries, of course, but I believe that we can figure this out. You just have to trust me, okay?”

It was a lot to consider. To say that you and Riri were at odds was an understatement, and establishing mutual tolerance would take some work. But you saw how much this meant to Shuri.

“I missed you, Shuri” you said honestly. Fatigue began to overcome you, and Shuri knew she didn’t have much longer to converse with you.

You laid back onto the bed while Shuri removed your heels. She covered you with a blanket and bent down towards your face. Your eyelids grew heavier with each passing second.

“We’ll talk some more in the morning. Get some rest now. Did I already tell you how beautiful you look?”

“Yeah, but you can tell me again.”

A big smile broke across Shuri’s face. She placed soft kisses on your cheeks, one after another, and lingered as she made contact with your forehead.

“umhle nkosazana yam”

It was the last thing you heard before sleep carried you off.

[allureasdiary]

Allurea's Cutessentials

♡ Rose Gold/Pink Gold Accessories

♡ Pink, Black, Browns, White & Purple

♡ Fur

♡ Shimmer & Soft sparkles/glitter

♡ Stripper tease Platforms/High heels

♡ Silk & lace + lace hems

♡ Cheetah/Leopard print

♡ Sheer fabrics

♡ frills & ruffles

♡ newspaper boy hats/y2k berets

♡ lipgloss (clear, nude, blood red, black & pink)

♡ Gourmand bakery scent notes

♡ medium length soft sparkle French tips (sometimes short)

♡ Coffin, stiletto & Almond shaped nails

♡ Micro mini skirts/shorts + mini skirts, low raise bottoms

♡ Capri pants

♡ Flare bottoms & tops

♡ cute tracksuits

♡ Juicy couture

♡ Coach bags

♡ Bunny/Playboy bunny accessories

♡ Butterflies

♡ Hearts

♡ Dainty Diamonds

♡ Agent Provocateur lingerie

♡ Smoky/dark eyes

♡ Long eye covering bangs

♡ Honey blonde/brown hair color & silky Jet Black (almost looks dark blue or very deep purple)

♡ Vs angel Bombshell curls, bone straight hair & wet curls

♡ butt and/or ankle length hair

♡ Innocent & slutty aesthetic

♡ Manga eyelashes

♡ Large Bows (ribbon/silk/sexy male boss ties)

♡ Glitter & Gel ink in pinks

♡ Afros/large hair

♡ hello kitty, kuromi & my melody

♡ bratz dolls

♡ glitter/sparkly tanned skin

♡ blushy undereyes

♡ name plate & signature letter chain

♡ princess tiaras

♡ signature bags & purses (ex: large juicy couture hand bags, Victoria secret tote bag, coach cross body purse in brown, fur handbags, etc)

♡ lacey & see through hoisery socks, thigh/knee/ankle lacey and/or sexy socks

♡ frilly & lacey thigh garters

♡ strawberry & cherry flavored bubblegum/lollipops

♡ glitter/shimmery hair highlights/streaks

♡ bodycon dress/well fitted dresses

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Lenore Loomington Doll Review Part 2 of 2

Let’s finally take a look at her dress (the post before this one looked at her accessories and in box photos)! Ugh, that belt thing just keeps getting in the way of everything and will NOT sit well on her torso.

Lets remove the offending piece to actually look at her dress…

Much better (I was so afraid of breaking her clip, I had her hanging from her neck for many of my photos). I love that the cut of the dress is WAY different to any other Monster High dolls I’ve seen, and I like the idea (I assume) behind it: looking at silhouettes of plants and animals on a night sky.

Buuuuut I feel like it could have been elevated a bit more for such an expensive doll. Give us some glow in the dark/sparkly dots acting as stars going up her skirt, finish her sleeves and dress train with some lace, oh, or maybe sew some “vine like” ribbon/fabric hanging off of the train or sleeves. Oh! And I feel like her short black lacy piece is kinda a second thought, I’d have made it longer in the back or give it a more ragged cut (so it’s not so reminiscent of a tutu or petticoat). I say this all, because both the color and the cut was honestly better executed by:

The one you got vs the one you ordered. Yeahhh, it very closely resembles Moonlight B.B’s dress (shirt/skirt), but feels like a poor rip off due too MGA’s looking a lot more tailored (and use of multiple fabrics) and a more expensive clothing piece. more review and doll comparisons under the cut:

Aaaand here it is off the doll:

The dress is not hemmed around the bottom of the dress or sleeves, but I don’t see them fraying any time soon. I like how thin and flow-y the fabric is it makes it look a bit ethereal. And oh? But what’s this?? A secret secondary dress/slip??

What a cute little surprise. It’s fully hemmed, has a little lace on the bottom, and has a bit of a stretch to it. Also, Lenora’s arms are wrapped in plastic to prevent staining.

Here it is off the doll. Be forewarned, I low key struggled redressing her. That larger dress didn’t want to nicely slide back over her smaller dress.

Let’s finally take a look at Lenore’s face.

My Lenore’s eyes are printed up a bit too high and her lipstick is both smudged and incorrectly filled in in the top left side. 😬 At least a little bit of acrylic paint can fix her lips….

Her glitter tears are really pretty and seem pretty well attached and her “ghost mask” is a lovely addition to her face (it’s a nice gradient).

It took me awhile to notice she has cute little pink eyelashes mixed in with her black ones.

Her side profile and lightly pointed ears (by the way, the back of her head is marked as 2023). I do wish her eyebrows were a bit darker and looked like Rochelle’s worried ones (@mistyxxart’s, on instagram, drawing of Lenore is what I WISH her eyebrows looked like).

This artwork is fangtastic and has given me so many fun ideas on how I want to upgrade my Lenore.

Lenore is pretty well covered now; let’s look at how she compares to come other ghouls (I apologize for many of these photos being a bit blown out - the lighting in my kitchen is kinda sucky).

The OG Spectra!!! Two very different ghostie ghouls. Monster High’s oldest vs MH’s newest. Spectra has clear body parts, no ghost mask, and colored sclera. She also has kanekalon hair vs Lenore’s saran. I think they stand on their own as pretty different characters honestly.

Let’s let a few more come across the veil.

So many ghosts!!! Ari, Ari, what are you looking at?!? Sweetie. Stop longingly staring at Spectra.

Okay, so they actually don’t seem to have very much in common with Lenore either. Ari has a milky/shimmery body (much more akin to the Haunted releases of ghosts) and Lenore has a shimmery body without looking like she has milky skin. Her shimmer has more of a blue tinge than the yellow tinge that Ari’s has.

The Create a Monster Ghost (I always forget how hard they went on her outfit: skulls amassed behind a fence with a blood-dripping belt; I love it when MH sneaks in stuff like that), has the ghost eye mask (I don’t like hers as much as Lenore’s) and uncolored sclera like Lenore, but her pupils are black - like Ari’s. Both CAM ghost and Spectra have clear limbs.

There is something these ghouls all share in common:

Mother of PINK! The Monster World must have very limited shoe material that ghosts can wear and it’s all in similar shades of pink and magenta.

I wonder how she compares to the Haunted dolls…? POOF!

Ask and you shall receive! Technically River is a grim reaper and Kiyomi is the daughter of a noppera-bō, so not just comparing “ghost ghosts,”but why not throw them in here too?? Porter, Vandala and Kiyomi all have very milky skin, Lenore’s plastic is very opaque in comparison with that pearl/shimmer finish.

~shimmer shimmer~ Porter has colored sclera like Spectra and Vandala doesn’t have black pupils, like Lenore. I wonder if there is a reason for some ghosts to have colored/regular sclera and pupils. Maybe it’s a ghost genetic trait like attached ear lobes….

River was wondering what all the hubbub was about in comparing them to this new ghost. Well, until I told River how much Lenore cost compared to them. River couldn’t say much, but just proudly showed off her clear limbs: “I cost less than a third of that and I have clear limbs!” ….I wonder how she’ll react when I tell her the ghoul that received her original head sculpt idea cost double Lenore’s price.

And POOF!

What a lovely menagerie of MH ghosts (pretend like my Symphanee got here quick enough to also be in the photos).

Perfect! Can’t even tell….

Oh! And Vandala brought her girlfriend Sirena along so I could compare Sirena’s skin tone to Lenore’s. Her skin glitter is not as fine as Lenore’s and she has a yellow tint to her skin….I wonder if Ari’s and Sirena’s is due to age.

Hand splat in face.

Before I wrap up, let’s compare Lenore to some MH dolls that look like the main ingredients they blended up to create Lenore.

Your progenitors!!! (my G1 Twyla has been de-glued with LA’s Totally Awesome, but her bangs are discolored and are waiting to be retrobrighted this summer). Hmmm, a dash Twyla’s skin color, a major helping of Vandala’s face mold and monster type, and an inspirational sprinkle of Amanita’s outfit and pieces.

I can see the comparisons with G1 Twyla (more in person than in a photo). Lenore’s skin has a purple hue from the pearly finish. Also, Lenore’s hair streaks are more baby blue than the minty green of Twyla’s hair color. They both have pink eyes, and wear dark colored clothing.

Now, Lenors and Amanita, look like they could have been in the same line (when I actually have Lenore fully dressed). Amanita believes that she would have still been the only deluxe, store exclusive of the line. “Maybe you could have been like the Big Lots or CVS exclusive to Gloom and Bloom.” Amanita! That is uncalled for! “You’re right, how about a K-Mart exclusive because they’re as dead as she is.” Lenore thinks this is one plant she doesn’t want in her garden.

They both have long wavy hair, flower shoe clips (but Amanita’s is sculpted to be a lot more three dimensional and it’s painted).

Both have extra make-up around the eyes, a hair decoration/accessory, and a thin, slightly see through dress covering a surprise mini dress (I still feel like Amanita’s has more detail, but that pleather portion will rot off someday).

Yeah, she is more than welcome to pose. I think that Amanita might have pulled off the look a bit better…. :/

And a face comparison!

Similar, but Amanita’s/CAM Vampire Girl’s head sculpt is not the same.

Avast ye!! We might have a match! Vandala’s face does look closely the same (I should have taken out Vandala’s earring for all of these photos)…

Hmmm…..

Hmmmmmmm…..

HMMMM, Lenore’s ear looks a little bit more defined (when I don’t have the light GLARING right ONTO it).

Man, Vandala, I need to de-glue your head whenever I get more LA’s Totally Awesome in. You are a grease ball!

Well, Lenore might have used Vandala’s head sculpt base, but they went in and refined some parts…like her chin being a bit blunter, her nose and ears being a bit more defined, her lips might be a bit bigger (or they were just over painted).

Whelp anyways….Lenore…Lenore….I am glad I bought her, as she has some cute surprises, a lovely face, soft hair, but she’s very overpriced from the get-go and would have (in my opinion) not gotten such backlash had she been released to stores and Mattel creations as a 40-55 dollar G1 release and if she had not been SO HYPED UP!!

What are your thoughts? Would you buy her? What would you change?? Do you think Mattel has a huge wheel in their board room to spin and assign value to their dolls? Should I double check pictures to make sure they turned out alright before I put all my dolls away?? (Yes, yes I should).

[voice-from-the-dialtone]

Memory of a REACTION

Drias woke up from being awake.

A spiraling wave of black darkness surrounded him, some sort of feeling prodding his skin, his clothes left discarded beside him on the bed.

In the corner of his eye, an unrecognizable traitor left the room, taking out a sanitizing pad to wipe the gunk off of his hands.

He breathed in. He breathed out. He couldn’t really feel himself breathing, despite the fact he was- it was involuntary, violating, without consent.

Drias stared up at the golden brown, wooden ceiling of his bedroom. It doesn’t feel safe here anymore. The swirling patterns of glossy wood looked like they were both miles away and closing in on him, like shaky hands to his naked body.

Drias covered himself with the thick blankets, disgust overwhelming him, feeling hot and sticky as he curled up and reached over to desperately turn on the fan for any sort of comfort, for any sort of way to push the horrible warmth off of his flesh. All he wanted was to tear off his flesh.

As he got up and pushed the switch for the fan, however, he dizzily fell onto the wall, the lights dimming as he fell onto the switch, his eyes falling similarly onto the project he had been working on in the corner.

A shimmering white dress, adorned with pearls and lace and beauty, stood proud on its stand. A few cans of paint, sewing supplies, blueprinted drawings, and patterned fabric all laid nearby, cut and clean and neat on top of a desk and around the project.

Drias felt suddenly overwhelmed, with emotion, with rage, as he stumbled over to the project, dropping the blanket behind him in the process. He grabbed a can of paint, considering it, before reeling back and throwing it violently onto the dress, having it vomit a vibrant red onto it which was normally used to mark lines and places to cut.

The wall behind it splattered with the color as well as the squishy carpeted floor, with Drias stepping into the color and creating his own patterns on it. He reached forward and smashed his hands into the paint on the dress, the original meaning long forgotten in place of squeezing and pulling and tearing at it.

Handprints covered it, hem to hem, until every last bit was rather “red” or “white”--- the prints placed violently around its waistline or its bottoms or any part of the dress representative of the only thing he could feel anymore.

Drias violated the perfect dress just as Ilas had him. The blueprints and drawings detailing it were now spit on with red. Everything in this little bubble of agony was contrasting and violent and red.

Drias, breathing heavy, his fingerpainted hand tracing his rapid heart, stepped back and admired his creation.

Drias waited for a moment for the paint to dry a little, before grabbing a new pair of boxers, taking the stand, and placing the dress gently over himself, tying the ribbon going around his neck with care.

The door was knocked on, and Drias did not turn to look— instead, he kept his eyes on the mirror in front of him. Someone hugged him, a shocked expression on her face, not caring of the blood.

“Taku tamaiti?” his mother asked gently, taking him away from the mirror and more near to the bed.

Drias flinched at the touch and the familiar voice, about to pull away but without the strength to.

“Whaea?”

“I’m here, love, I’m here.”

Drias’s lip quivered.

“Something happened.”

“I know. I can tell, love.” She pushes a wet strand of hair out of his eyes.

“Something bad.”

“I know.”

“I don’t… I don’t…” He paused to find his words. “Can I stay home tomorrow?”

“Of course, love.”

“I’m sorry about the mess.”

“It’s no big deal. I can just call a cleaner. I’ll get it done in no time, taku tamaiti.”

“...I’m sorry in general.”

His mother did not respond. Her eyes gleamed with a shared understanding, though hers did not know what he went through. Hers did not know the full truth.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Dri-dri.”

“Pray with me?”

“Sure.”

Drias’s head came to rest on his mother’s chest, tears slowly falling as his mind wandered to find God’s voice, his tongue not moving yet not silent at all.

“Thank you, whaea.”

“Of course.”

His mother cradled him with hands that reminded him of home. Drias, whimpering weakly, wrapped around her until he fell back to sleep.

[shiorihyugawrites]

A Soft Place

In a post-Rumbling world, where the threat of Titans no longer looms, Vanessa Sinclair finds herself living a quiet life, working at her family’s bakery in Wall Rose. Curvy and self-conscious, Vanessa has always faded into the background, overshadowed by her more outgoing friends. But everything changes when Captain Levi Ackerman, Humanity's Strongest Soldier, begins visiting the bakery regularly. What starts as a simple exchange of tea and pastries quickly evolves into something more. Levi, drawn to her quiet strength and beauty, takes Vanessa on a journey that forces her to confront her insecurities, while learning that sometimes, what lies beneath the surface is more than enough. (Levi x Plus Sized OC)

Chapter Twelve

The night of the ball had finally arrived. The streets of Wall Rose were quieter than usual as soldiers, high-ranking officials, and civilians alike made their way to the grand event. The air buzzed with anticipation, but at one house in particular, the excitement was palpable.

Vanessa stood in front of the large mirror in her bedroom, staring at her reflection, hardly recognizing herself. Days of preparation had all led to this moment, and now, with the help of her mother, Emma, and Robin, she was finally ready.

Her dress—an elegant, fitted mermaid gown in deep emerald green—hugged her curves in all the right places, flaring out dramatically at the bottom with a delicate trail of fabric that shimmered under the soft light. The off-the-shoulder design highlighted her collarbones and shoulders, and the long white gloves Emma had gifted her added a touch of timeless elegance to the look. She wore heels that peeked out from the hem of the gown as she moved, and the necklace and earrings—stunning emerald pieces that belonged to her mother—glimmered against her skin, perfectly complementing the dress.

Robin had styled her hair into an intricate updo, soft curls framing her face with small rhinestones scattered throughout, making her hair shimmer under the light like tiny stars. Her makeup was flawless, applied with care by Robin, enhancing Vanessa’s natural beauty without overpowering her features.

As she stared at her reflection, Vanessa felt a lump form in her throat. Her eyes stung with the threat of tears, and her hand flew to her mouth as she let out a soft gasp. "I... I can’t believe this is me," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She had never felt so beautiful in her entire life. She looked and felt like a princess from a fairy tale.

Her mother, Vivian, was standing by her side, already dabbing at her own eyes with a handkerchief. "Oh, sweetheart," Vivian sniffed, "you look absolutely stunning. I always knew you were beautiful, but seeing you like this..." She trailed off, her voice thick with emotion.

Robin grinned from ear to ear, clearly proud of her handiwork. "See, Ness? We told you you’d be the most beautiful woman at the ball. Captain Levi won’t know what hit him."

Emma nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You look amazing, Vanessa. Seriously, he’s going to be speechless."

Vanessa swallowed hard, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I don’t even know what to say... Thank you, all of you. I’ve never felt like this before."

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Vivian’s eyes widened in excitement, and she immediately turned toward the sound. "That must be Captain Levi!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together in delight. "Let’s go see your handsome date, shall we?"

Vanessa felt her heart leap into her throat as the reality of the moment hit her. Levi. He was here, waiting for her. The nerves she had managed to keep at bay suddenly surged, and her hands trembled slightly as she gathered her skirt and followed her mother, Emma, and Robin toward the front door.

When Vivian opened the door, Vanessa felt her breath catch in her throat.

Levi stood there, looking as sharp and composed as ever, though this time he was dressed in formal attire—a crisp white shirt, dark vest, and long black coat, with his military insignia subtly embroidered on the collar. But that wasn’t what took Vanessa’s breath away. It was the look in his eyes.

For the first time since she had known him, Levi looked... speechless.

He stood there for a moment, his usual cool demeanor faltering as his gaze locked onto Vanessa. His stormy grey eyes widened slightly, taking in the sight of her in her gown, her hair shimmering under the light, the emerald green of the dress highlighting her hazel eyes in a way that made her look almost ethereal. His mouth parted, but no words came out for several seconds.

Vanessa’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood there, unsure of what to say. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as Levi continued to stare, clearly trying to find the right words.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Levi let out a quiet breath and said in a low, almost stunned voice, “You... look beautiful.”

Vanessa’s cheeks flushed deeper, and she smiled shyly, her nerves momentarily forgotten at the sound of his voice. “Thank you,” she whispered, feeling her heart swell with emotion.

Levi cleared his throat, seemingly regaining some of his composure, though his eyes never left hers. “I mean it,” he added, his voice firmer this time. “You’re... breathtaking.”

Vivian, standing just behind Vanessa, beamed with pride. "Doesn’t she just? Our little Ness is all grown up," she said, dabbing at her eyes again with her handkerchief.

Robin and Emma exchanged a knowing glance, both grinning from ear to ear.

Levi, still visibly stunned, finally managed to pull his gaze away from Vanessa long enough to gesture toward the horse and carriage waiting just outside. “I... brought a carriage,” he said awkwardly, as if the sight of Vanessa had thrown off every bit of planning he’d done for the evening.

Vanessa’s smile widened as she stepped forward, her heart racing. “It’s perfect, Levi.”

Without another word, Levi extended his hand toward her, and Vanessa hesitated for only a moment before gently placing her gloved hand in his. His grip was firm but careful, as if he was afraid to disturb the delicate beauty of the moment.

As they walked toward the carriage, the soft sound of the night enveloped them. Vanessa’s heart was still fluttering in her chest, her nerves now replaced by a sense of quiet happiness. She had never imagined feeling this way—like the center of someone’s world, like she truly belonged.

And as Levi helped her into the carriage, his eyes lingering on her with something like admiration, Vanessa felt, for the first time in a long time, truly confident. Truly beautiful.

Levi climbed in after her, his expression softening as he settled in the seat in opposite her. The carriage began to move, and for a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence between them filled with unspoken thoughts.

Vanessa glanced at Levi, who seemed to still be processing the sight of her. His eyes flickered to hers, and he gave her a rare, small smile—the kind of smile that made her feel like this night was going to be something special.

“I’m glad you’re with me,” Levi said quietly, his voice steady but sincere.

Vanessa’s heart swelled with warmth, and she smiled back at him, her nerves finally fading completely. “I’m glad too, Levi.”

Levi sat across from Vanessa, his posture calm, but his eyes... his eyes never left her. He was known for his composure, for keeping his emotions tightly locked away, but tonight, it was impossible to hide the way he was looking at her.

He had expected Vanessa to look beautiful. After all, she was always beautiful in his eyes, with her warm smile and kind heart. But this... this was something else entirely. Sitting across from him, draped in that elegant emerald gown, her hazel eyes shimmering in the soft light, Vanessa looked like something out of a dream. The way the fabric hugged her curves, the sparkle in her hair, the gentle flush of her cheeks—it all came together in a way that took his breath away.

He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop staring at her.

The delicate glimmer of the rhinestones in her updo caught the light as the carriage passed under the soft glow of lanterns. Her gloved hands rested gently in her lap, her posture poised but still with that touch of nervousness that was so distinctly her. Levi found it endearing—how Vanessa could be so stunning, yet still shy, still unsure of the effect she had on those around her.

But he saw it. He saw every bit of it.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen tonight, and there was something about knowing that he would be the one walking into the ball with her by his side that made him feel... proud. Happy, even. A rare emotion for him, but it was there, simmering quietly beneath the surface.

The corners of Levi’s mouth twitched upward just slightly, something soft and warm blooming in his chest. He had never been one for public events, never cared much for the pomp and circumstance of military balls or formal occasions. But tonight, the thought of walking into that ballroom with Vanessa on his arm made everything feel different.

She must have sensed his gaze, because after a moment, Vanessa looked up, meeting his eyes. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she offered him a shy smile, her fingers lightly smoothing out the fabric of her dress.

"Do I... look okay?" she asked softly, her voice filled with that same nervousness that always seemed to accompany moments like these.

Levi’s chest tightened slightly at her words, at the way she still seemed unsure of herself, even now. He leaned forward slightly, his sharp grey eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.

"You look more than okay," he said, his voice low and steady. "You’re going to be the most beautiful woman in that ballroom tonight, Vanessa."

Vanessa’s eyes widened, her blush deepening as she bit her lip, clearly flustered by his words. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out, the weight of his compliment hanging in the air between them.

Levi leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving her face. He could see how much his words affected her, could see the way she was trying to process the fact that he thought she was beautiful—truly beautiful. And it made him feel something unfamiliar but good. It made him feel... protective, in a way. Like it was his job to make sure she never doubted her worth again.

"Stop worrying about what other people think," Levi added after a moment, his voice softer now. "You’re with me tonight. That’s all that matters."

Vanessa smiled, her heart pounding in her chest. She still felt nervous, still unsure of how she would handle being in the spotlight at the ball, but hearing Levi’s reassurance—hearing him tell her that she was the one who mattered—eased some of that fear. It was hard not to feel a little more confident, a little more sure of herself when he was looking at her like that.

The carriage continued its journey through the streets, the sound of the horses’ hooves rhythmic and steady. As they got closer to their destination, Vanessa found herself glancing out the window, the lights of the ballroom now visible in the distance. The nerves began to return, but they were different this time—not the crippling anxiety she had felt earlier, but something quieter, something softer.

Levi shifted in his seat, leaning forward slightly, and Vanessa’s eyes flicked back to him. His expression had softened again, that rare, almost imperceptible warmth in his gaze as he studied her.

"Are you nervous?" Levi asked quietly, though he already knew the answer.

Vanessa hesitated for a moment before nodding, her fingers playing with the edge of her glove. "A little," she admitted. "It’s just... a lot."

Levi nodded, understanding. He didn’t like being the center of attention either, but they both knew that tonight, they would be. And that was a big deal for Vanessa—walking into a room full of people, all eyes on her. He could see it in the way she fidgeted with her dress, in the way her gaze flickered between him and the window.

"Just focus on me," Levi said, his voice steady and reassuring. "Forget about everyone else."

Vanessa looked at him, her heart swelling with gratitude. It wasn’t easy for her, but knowing that Levi would be with her, knowing that she wouldn’t have to face it alone, made it easier. She smiled softly, her eyes meeting his. "Okay," she whispered.

Levi gave her a small nod, his expression firm but kind. "Good."

As the carriage began to slow, Vanessa’s heart started to race again, but this time, it was tempered by the quiet strength she felt sitting across from Levi. She wasn’t sure what the night would hold, wasn’t sure how people would react to seeing her with Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, but one thing was certain: she was walking into that ballroom with Levi by her side.

And somehow, that made her feel... invincible.

With a final deep breath, Vanessa straightened in her seat, her nerves calming as the carriage came to a halt in front of the grand entrance to the ballroom. Levi stood first, stepping out of the carriage before turning to offer her his hand.

As Vanessa placed her gloved hand in his, she felt the warmth of his grip, steady and sure, and in that moment, she knew that no matter what happened tonight, she was ready.

Levi’s gaze softened as he looked at her, and as she stepped out of the carriage, her dress shimmering in the evening light, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. Vanessa was breathtaking, and tonight, everyone would see it.

But more than that, he saw it.

And that was all that mattered.

….

The grand entrance of the ballroom was awash in golden light, casting a warm, inviting glow over the polished marble floors and intricate chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. It was a formal affair, with soldiers and officers from all three branches of the military mingling with government officials, including Premier Zachary and Queen Historia herself, whose quiet presence lent a regal air to the evening.

The hum of conversation filled the room, people laughing and chatting over the clinking of glasses. But all that came to a halt when the Master of Ceremonies stood at the entrance, ready to introduce the next guests.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice rang out across the ballroom, cutting through the chatter. “Captain Levi Ackerman and his date, Vanessa Sinclair.”

The moment Levi’s name was called, the room fell into stunned silence. Heads turned immediately toward the grand doors, eyes widening in disbelief. For a split second, it seemed as though time itself had stopped. It wasn’t just the fact that Captain Levi—the infamous, stoic, and famously reclusive Captain Levi—had shown up. It was who was standing beside him that left everyone speechless.

Vanessa stepped into the ballroom on Levi’s arm, and she was nothing short of a vision. The deep emerald gown Miss Draya had crafted for her shimmered under the lights, hugging her curves in all the right places before flaring out elegantly at her feet. The off-the-shoulder neckline showcased her delicate collarbones, and the rhinestones scattered through her elegant updo sparkled with every step she took. Her hazel eyes glowed in the soft lighting, and the emerald jewelry her mother had given her completed the look, making her appear as though she had stepped out of a dream.

For a moment, all eyes were on her, the room collectively taking in her beauty and grace. Whispers began to spread throughout the crowd, murmurs of surprise and awe rippling across the ballroom like waves.

"Is that... Captain Levi with her?"

"Who is she? I’ve never seen her before…"

"She’s stunning!"

“I didn’t even know Captain Levi was coming, much less with a date.”

It was a rare sight indeed, and even the most stoic officers couldn’t hide their curiosity. Commander Pyxis and Commander Nile exchanged looks of quiet surprise, while Premier Zachary observed the couple with his usual inscrutable expression. Queen Historia smiled softly, her eyes following the pair as they made their way further into the ballroom.

The Scouts, standing together near one side of the room, weren’t as surprised as the rest of the crowd, having known Levi would arrive with Vanessa. Hange, ever the mischief-maker, couldn’t resist nudging Armin and Jean with an excited grin. “I told you he’d bring her! I’ve never seen him so invested in anyone.”

Jean raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed as he leaned against a nearby pillar. “Yeah, but still… Seeing Captain Levi with a date feels like spotting a Titan wearing a suit.”

Connie snickered, nodding. “Who would’ve thought? Humanity’s Strongest Soldier showing up with a date.”

Mikasa, standing a little apart from the group, glanced at Vanessa, her expression unreadable but curious. She had met Vanessa before, but seeing her now, dressed to perfection and with Levi by her side, was something else entirely.

Meanwhile, Delancy—who had been standing near the center of the room, proudly showing off her date, a high-ranking MP—felt her stomach twist into a knot the moment her eyes landed on Vanessa. She hadn’t expected Vanessa to look so... stunning. The emerald green gown hugged her curves perfectly, and her makeup and hair made her look like she belonged among royalty. The worst part? She was on Captain Levi’s arm, the most respected and feared soldier in all of Paradis.

Delancy’s eyes narrowed with jealousy as whispers began to swirl around her. People weren’t whispering about her anymore. They were all looking at Vanessa.

Her date, oblivious to the tension, leaned in and whispered, “I had no idea Captain Levi would bring someone to the ball. That’s... unexpected.”

Delancy clenched her jaw, forcing a smile, but inside, her resentment simmered.

As Vanessa and Levi made their way through the room, Vanessa could feel the weight of everyone’s stares pressing down on her. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention—especially not in a room filled with soldiers, commanders, and royalty. The nerves that had been quietly building in the pit of her stomach suddenly surged, and she swallowed hard, her heart racing as she tried to steady her breathing.

Levi, sensing her tension immediately, gave her arm a subtle, reassuring squeeze. His grey eyes flickered toward her, his voice low and calm. “Focus on me. Ignore them.”

Vanessa’s eyes met his, and for a brief moment, the noise and the stares faded away. She nodded softly, taking a deep breath. Levi’s presence was grounding, his steady composure a reminder that she wasn’t alone in this.

As they continued to walk through the room, Levi’s expression remained as unreadable as ever, but there was a quiet pride in the way he held himself. He had never cared for formal events or for the attention they drew, but tonight, it was different. Tonight, he was with Vanessa. And seeing the way people looked at her—at how beautiful she was—made something inside him swell with pride.

They finally reached the spot where Hange, Armin, and the others were standing, and Hange immediately stepped forward, grinning from ear to ear. “Levi! Vanessa! You two look absolutely amazing!” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, “I think you might’ve just stolen the show, Vanessa.”

Vanessa smiled shyly, still overwhelmed by everything, but Hange’s teasing eased some of her nerves. “Thank you, Hange,” she replied softly.

Levi shot Hange a look that clearly said, Don’t make this worse for her. But before he could say anything, Queen Historia approached, her soft, kind smile putting everyone at ease.

“Captain Levi, Vanessa,” Historia greeted, her voice gentle. “It’s wonderful to see you both here tonight.”

Vanessa felt her heart skip a beat. The Queen herself was speaking to her. She quickly curtsied, her movements a bit awkward due to her nerves, but Historia only smiled wider, her warm eyes settling on Vanessa. “You look beautiful, Vanessa,” she said kindly. “I’m so glad you could join us.”

Vanessa’s cheeks flushed, and she smiled back at the Queen. “Thank you, Your Majesty. I’m honored to be here.”

Levi, standing by her side, felt the tension in Vanessa’s body start to ease, and a small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. He was proud of her—proud of how she handled herself despite the pressure, proud to have her with him tonight.

As the night continued, Vanessa couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. She was still nervous, still hyper-aware of the eyes on her, but with Levi’s quiet reassurance and the kindness of the scouts and Queen Historia, she started to believe—just a little—that she belonged here.

And Levi, ever watchful, never let her forget it.

As the night wore on, Levi and Vanessa continued to attract attention wherever they went. They stood near the edge of the ballroom, just slightly away from the crowd, where Vanessa could breathe a bit more easily, away from the constant stares. Levi stayed close by her side, his usual composed and stoic demeanor firmly in place, but his presence alone was enough to shield her from the overwhelming attention.

That’s when Commander Pyxis made his way over, a glass of wine in hand and his eyes twinkling with amusement as he approached the couple. Vanessa recognized him immediately, the Commander of the Garrison with his signature bald head and perpetually amused smile. There was something about his laid-back demeanor that put people at ease—though there was no mistaking the sharp intelligence behind his seemingly casual gaze.

“Ah, Captain Levi,” Pyxis said, his voice rich with curiosity as he approached, his steps unhurried. “I’ve been hearing quite the buzz about you tonight. It’s not every day we see you at an event like this, let alone with someone so… captivating on your arm.”

Vanessa felt her cheeks heat up again, but she stood a little taller, feeling Levi’s presence beside her. She had been trying to keep a low profile, but Pyxis’s sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing.

Pyxis’s gaze turned to Vanessa, and the warmth in his smile was genuine. “Miss Vanessa, isn’t it? It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He gave her a polite bow, his tone smooth and respectful, though there was a playful gleam in his eyes.

“Y-yes,” Vanessa stammered slightly, still adjusting to all the attention. “It’s an honor to meet you, Commander Pyxis.”

“The honor’s mine,” Pyxis replied easily, his gaze flickering briefly between Vanessa and Levi before he took a sip from his glass. He lowered his voice just a little, his eyes glinting with mischief as he addressed Levi. “I must say, Captain, I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression remaining stoic, but Vanessa could see the faintest flicker of annoyance in his gaze. “What do you mean by that?” he asked in his usual dry tone.

Pyxis chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. “I mean, it’s not every day that Humanity’s Strongest Soldier shows up at a formal event with an absolute vision of a woman on his arm.” He raised an eyebrow at Levi, the sly grin never leaving his face. “You’ve got great taste, Levi.”

Vanessa’s face flushed deeper at the compliment, though there was something playful in Pyxis’s tone that eased some of her nerves. He wasn’t teasing her, exactly—he was teasing Levi, which was somehow even more amusing given the normally serious nature of the Captain.

Levi’s expression remained unreadable, though his eyes flickered briefly toward Vanessa before settling back on Pyxis. “It’s not about taste,” he muttered, his voice flat but guarded.

“Of course, of course,” Pyxis said, waving a hand dismissively. “But I must admit, you’ve surprised us all. No one expected you to bring such a lovely date.” He looked at Vanessa again, his expression softening slightly. “You’ve certainly made quite the impression tonight.”

Vanessa smiled shyly, her heart still fluttering from all the attention. “Thank you, Commander Pyxis. I’m just happy to be here with Levi.”

Pyxis’s grin widened. “A modest one, I see. It suits you, my dear.” He turned back to Levi, giving him a pointed look. “You’d better hold onto her, Levi. I don’t think you’ll find another like this one.”

Levi gave Pyxis a long, flat look, clearly not amused by the teasing, but there was something unspoken in his gaze as he glanced at Vanessa—something almost protective. “That’s the plan,” he said quietly, his voice firm.

Pyxis let out a hearty laugh, clapping Levi on the shoulder. “Good man! Well, I’ll leave you two to enjoy the evening. Just thought I’d come over and see the talk of the night for myself.” He winked at Vanessa before turning to leave, still chuckling softly to himself.

As Pyxis walked away, Vanessa let out a soft breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She glanced up at Levi, who was still watching Pyxis with that same unreadable expression.

“You okay?” Levi asked, his voice quiet but laced with concern as his gaze shifted back to her.

Vanessa nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah… I think so. He’s nice.”

Levi grunted softly, his eyes flickering briefly with something that looked suspiciously like embarrassment. “He’s nosy.”

Vanessa laughed quietly, her nerves finally starting to ease. “He’s curious,” she corrected, still smiling.

Levi’s gaze softened as he looked at her, and for a brief moment, the rest of the room seemed to fade away. “Yeah. Well, let them be curious.”

Vanessa smiled, her heart swelling with warmth. Standing there beside Levi, the weight of the night’s pressure suddenly didn’t feel so heavy anymore. She was where she belonged, and that was all that mattered.

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As we step into 2024, black dresses continue to reign supreme in the world of fashion. Timeless, versatile, and always stylish, a well-chosen black dress can effortlessly transition from day to night. Goddiva’s latest collection offers a stunning array of black dresses that cater to every occasion, each designed with unique details to elevate your wardrobe. Here’s a look at the essential styles you need to consider:

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No wardrobe is complete without the quintessential little black dress, and Goddiva’s version is a modern twist on this classic staple. Featuring a sleek A-line silhouette with a flattering fitted bodice and a gentle flared skirt, this dress is perfect for both formal and casual settings. The high neckline and cap sleeves add an elegant touch, while the subtle back zip closure ensures a seamless fit. Ideal for an office event or a chic dinner, this versatile piece can be dressed up with statement jewelry or kept simple for a more understated look.

Black Sequin Maxi Dress

For those special occasions that call for a bit of sparkle, Goddiva’s black sequin maxi dress is a showstopper. Adorned with shimmering sequins from top to bottom, this dress captures the light with every movement, making it perfect for evening parties and galas. The fitted bodice with a deep V-neckline and adjustable spaghetti straps enhances its glamorous appeal, while the floor-length skirt adds a dramatic flair. The dress is fully lined for comfort, ensuring you look and feel fabulous all night long.

Off-the-Shoulder Black Mermaid Dress

Embrace your inner diva with Goddiva’s off-the-shoulder black mermaid dress. This design features a sweetheart neckline and off-the-shoulder sleeves that exude sophistication and charm. The mermaid silhouette hugs the body before flaring out into a dramatic train, creating a stunning hourglass figure. Perfect for weddings or upscale events, this dress pairs beautifully with a pair of strappy heels and a clutch for a look that’s both elegant and bold.

Black Wrap Dress

Simplicity meets style with Goddiva’s black wrap dress. The wrap design allows for an adjustable fit, making it a flattering choice for various body types. With a cinched waist and a knee-length skirt, this dress is perfect for day-to-day wear or a smart-casual event. The soft fabric and versatile design make it easy to layer with a blazer or cardigan during the day and transition to a more relaxed evening look.

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Add a touch of romance to your wardrobe with Goddiva’s black lace overlay dress. The intricate lace details create a delicate, feminine look, while the underlying satin slip ensures comfort and coverage. With a fit-and-flare silhouette and a knee-length hem, this dress is ideal for everything from cocktail parties to date nights. The sheer lace sleeves and scalloped hemline add a sophisticated edge, making this dress a standout choice for those who love a touch of vintage glamour.

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