#like obviously this has its limits when it comes to dress

[rainydayathogwarts]

Curtain call - Spencer Reid

Summary: You're an actress. Opening night of the show, a cast member is killed. FBI finds out you were the real target... Warnings: mentions of blood, a kiss 2k wc

Adrenaline rushes through you as you run through the wings, catching your breath as you made your way across the backstage. You had just about a minute until you had to be on stage once more, the big number now coming to its end. Rushing into the costume room, you barely acknowledge the one thing obviously wrong with the messy space until you reach for your next costume on the rack, moving all other clothes aside to find it. There’s something inappropriate about your outfit. One, there isn’t supposed to be any blood on it yet there it is, a bloody handprint, running all the way to the bottom of your dress. That’s when your eyes trail down to the bottom of the clothing rack, where you get a clear look of the body lying underneath the row of clothes. Blood was soaking through her entire costume and her skin was turning blue. It’s only when someone runs into the changing room at risk of missing your cue that you hear a gut-wrenching scream. Later, you’d be told that it had come from you. 

Being called into the theatre the next day for “mandatory debriefing” was not what you had expected after such a traumatic experience, but you came in nonetheless, afraid of losing the job after the scene you had caused the night before. After screaming bloody-murder, half the cast ran into the changing rooms to find you hysterically crying over your cast mate’s body, holding her cold hand. The audience had been scared half to death, and after the authorities made it onto the scene, everyone was evacuated out of the theatre. By finding her body, you had cost everyone a night of the show. 

But once you got to the theatre, angry yellow tape cutting off access to the public, you were approached by a handsome man with a serious face and confident posture, offering you his hand even as he walked towards you. “Miss L/N? It’s nice to meet you, I’m Agent Morgan with the FBI, and this is Dr. Reid. We just have a few questions we would like you to answer for us.” Agent Morgan had been a very kind man, who told you every formality that was written in the book, however the man he had introduced to you as Dr. Reid caught your attention in a way you weren’t aware would be good or bad. Dr. Reid stayed silent as Agent Morgan questioned you, deeply staring at you as you answered all that was thrown at you, shooting you quizzical looks every now and then and glancing down at your fidgety hands. 

“Thank you so much for all this Miss L/N, that’s all our questions.” As Agent Morgan began to stand, Dr. Reid looked up at you, “Actually, I do have a few more if you don’t mind.” Agent Morgan shot his partner a confused look, slowly backing down into his seat once more. “Do you know why Evelyn was in the costume room when she was? With my limited understanding of the play, I was under the impression that her character didn’t have any costume changes up to the point you had gotten to before she was killed.” And then those that followed:

“Was anyone other than you supposed to be in the changing rooms at that moment?”

“Is there anyone in the cast who has taken a specific liking or dislike towards you?” 

“Can you remember any specific encounters with anyone as you were going in or out of the theatre?”

“Have you received any eye catching letters from fans recently?” 

Finally, Dr. Reid’s prying had gotten you somewhere, leaving you more terrified than ever, with Agent Morgan reassuring you “It’s just a theory that Dr. Reid has, so we’re only taking precaution. There’s nothing to worry about just yet.” The two agents drove you back to your place where you led them to the curse fan-letter drawer in your study. "I don't usually read them because there are so many." You admitted, crossing your arms tightly over your torso, observing as the doctor starting frantically pulling letters out of the tidied drawer, eyes briefly scanning the name on the front of each envelope. He threw several to the side, dropping the rest onto the floor after reading the name until nearly ten minutes later, all the letters laid on the floor.

Dr. Reid scrambled to gather the letters he had tossed to the side, standing up hurriedly. You stared at the pile in his hands, glancing back up at the two men for an explanation. "These are all sent from the same person. I'd like to read them and see if analyse the language used. I think one of us should stay here with you for the mean time." You nodded at Dr. Reid's words, briefly looking over to his partner for confirmation. "I think Reid should stay here as he looks over the letters." He moved his attention from you to Dr. Reid "You can ask her any questions you might have and it'll be good protection." The partners nodded to each other and immediately, Agent Morgan exited the room.

Dr. Reid's hand came up before hesitantly placing it on your shoulder. "Do you mind if I get settled here? Ask some questions?" You shook your head silently before asking "Um, since you'll be here awhile, can I get you something? Coffee?" Dr. Reid nodded, muttering a quiet "That would be lovely." You don't know what it was: maybe the fact that he was here to protect to or trying to save your life, but felt your heart beat in your chest aggressively, as though trying to break through your skin. You brought him coffee, sugar and packets of cream on the side just in case and watched in awe as he emptied out the small cup of sugar. Sweet, just like him.

"Dr. Reid-" "Spencer. Please." You nodded, scooting your chair closer to him as he took a sip of coffee. "Did I make a mistake by not reading these?" The envelopes made loud unfolding noises every time he pulled a letter out of a different one, and he shook his head. "No. I know I wouldn't open so many of these and I have an IQ of 187." You grinned, your chest bubbling with a giggle. Spencer perked up at the sound of your laughter, smiling gently at you. He wasn't trying to joke around, but he was happy to lift up your mood. He studied all the letters laid out in front of him, and immediately noticed a pattern.

'02.02.18, I saw you in Oliver! today, you make an amazing Nancy.'

'14.02.18, I watched you in Oliver! again. You somehow get better the more I see you on stage.'

'07.03.18 I loved you today in the show. I watched the evening show. Did you see me too?'

'17.03.18 I saw your show again. I can be your Bill Sykes if you'd let me."

'11.04.18 I've been waiting anxiously to see you again since Oliver stopped touring. You make a wonderful Veronica.'

'15.04.18 We can be Seventeen together! Let me be your JD.'

"This isn't good." Without any further explanation, he pulled his phone out, dialling a number. "He's using obsessive language and saw her in Oliver! and Heathers, both of which have abusive partners who either kill or try to kill who Y/N's playing. You need to go visit his address right now." Coincidentally, just as he hangs up the phone, your doorbell rings. Your blood runs cold and you stand up instantly, but Spencer steps in front of you, blocking you from going anywhere. "Stay behind me, but stay close." He mutters, pulling his gun from his hostler. Spencer watches you closely, and the profiler in him notices how your breath begins to speed up and your eyes glaze with tears.

One of his hands comes up to cup your cheek and he whispers "Breathe. I'm right here so no one's going to hurt you, okay?" You nod, staying as close as you can to him without touching him until you get to the front door. He peeks through the peephole and his shoulders drop as an "Oh." Escapes him. He opens and closes the door faster than you can register, now holding another letter in his hand, identical to all the ones scattered on your desk.

Six words are written on the letter when Spencer opens him, and his face pales. It was meant to be you. Spencer grabs your hand, dragging you back into your study - the one room in your house with no windows. He locks the door, pressing numbers on his phone again before it's against his ear. "It's definitely him, he just sent another letter. We're in her study but he might be around the premises or returning to his house. I don't plan on getting her out of the study until you get him." The second the words leave his mouth you're processing them, and tears are welling in your eyes once more.

The sound of sniffling gets his attention back to you and his hands are gently coming up to your shoulders, leading you to sit down in a chair. "I'm scared." You whisper helplessly, looking up at the doctor. He crouches down to your level, and hand on your knee. "Hey, what did I say before?" He looks at you intently waiting for an answer. "No one's gonna hurt me." Spencer nods, a soft smile gracing his features. "Yes, exactly. No one's going to hurt you. I have an excellent team looking for that son of a bitch as we speak and I am right here with you."

You nod, not entirely convinced, which he can apparently tell, so he continues with "Come on, look at these muscles. You think anyone will get to you when I have these babies?" His tongue pokes out slightly as he flexes his arms, which are actually more toned than you realise. You laugh again and feel yourself launching your body at him before you can stop yourself, pulling him into a tight hug. He hesitates, but eventually, his arms are pulling you even closer to him, one hand rubbing circles on your back to soothe you. You break the hug, but before you can help yourself, you realise you're leaning into him, pressing your lips against his in a passionate kiss. To your surprise he immediately returns the kiss, his hands cupping your face as he deepens the kiss.

He's panting when he pulls away from you, whispering "This is unprofessional. I'm sorry, I like you, I do, but I shouldn't." Cocking your head to the side, you can't help but smile slightly. "It's only unprofessional for one of us so technically it's not unprofessional at all." His face twists in confusion as he tries processing your words. "That's not how it wo-mmph." the rest of his words are muffled by the second kiss you give him, which you feel him melting into as one of his hands comes to rest on your hip. "After- after the case. After the case, I'll take you on a date." His face falls at his own words, his face reddening in embarrassment. "That is- I mean that's only if you want. I wouldn't take you on a date if you didn't want to, that's totally fine."

The door to the study slams open just as he finishes rambling and you scream in fear, tightly gripping Spencer's hand and turning around expecting to find a middle aged balding creep, only to find a much sexier bald man, putting his gun back in his hostler. "Did you not hear us screaming for you? We thought he might have gotten to you before we found him. Ms. L/N, you're safe, we found him." Agent Morgan's gaze slowly trails to where your hand tightly grips Spencer's, and when he sees the flush on Spencer's face he makes a "Huh" noise, before walking out of the room once more.

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[orthopoogle]

It’s really, really annoying how many women will wear bikinis and lowcut tank tops and see-through leggings and booty shorts with their buttcheeks hanging out, but then turn around and be all, “Men should be able to control themselves and stop lusting after me!” Like girl, we know why you’re dressed like that, you know why you’re dressed like that, everyone knows why you’re dressed like that. Stop pretending, lol.

[wileys-russo]

hihi idk if youre taking requests but i had an idea for leah kinda inspired by sockgate (💀)

so basically r plays for arsenal and theyre having kit photoshoots but the kit person accidentally forgot r’s (obviously the photoshoot isnt in colney) so she has to wear leah’s kit because r’s number is 5 and leah’s is 6 so it would be easier to edit and change the number like on the shorts (just say they didnt take any photos of her back because it would be too hard to change the name or something) ANYWAY leah is eating it up seeing r in her kit (especially if it’s like kind of big on her)

and then idk how you want to end it but maybe after the edited pictures are posted, leah cant help herself and also posts the original ones where you can see it’s her kit or something

love your writing <3

the sockgate trauma...never again the new number 6 II l.williamson

"leah catherine if you make us late again you're sleeping on the sofa tonight!" you yelled out impatiently, checking the time and rolling your eyes. "two minutes babe!" your girlfriend called back as you groaned in disbelief.

"they're dressing us and doing hair and makeup there leah, what is taking you so long?" you dropped your bag to the ground and stomped off to the bedroom. "no don't come in i'm-" you pushed open the door and your eyes widened at the sight in front of you.

"tell me that you are not doing a soduku right now." you spoke deathly calm, eyes locked with hers and narrowing. "would that make you feel better?" leah questioned with a charming smile, sat on the corner of the bed.

but the tinkling of her game gave it away as your eye twitched slightly and leah laughed nervously. "leah, i will be waiting in the car. if you do not join me in exactly two minutes, that thing you've been wanting to do?" you stated as leah nodded along.

"you can do it to yourself and this-" you gestured to your body. "-will be off limits, for a week." you warned seriously as leah scoffed and went to speak.

"a whole week williamson, shift it!" you cut her off sternly, turning on heel and marching out of the bedroom hearing your girlfriend trip over with a curse in her haste to hurry.

"ah fuck." you heard a thump and before you could even open the car door leah was skidding to your side, grabbing it for you. "after you darling." she grinned as you hummed and slid inside, tossing your bag in the back as she hurried around to her side.

~

"babe why aren't you dressed?" leah frowned as she returned to the change rooms, having finished with her own media promotion and asked to let you know they were ready for you now.

"they didn't bring my kit. there was a typo on the schedule and they thought less was coming so they've got 23 and not 5." you sighed in explanation as your girlfriend took a seat beside you.

"they just told me to wear your kit, 6 is easier to photoshop to 5 since its one number and not two like 23 is." you shrugged as leahs eyebrows shot upward. "leah." you sighed tiredly at the familiar look which settled on her face as she sat down beside you.

"be an adult and go change, now please." you ducked away from her arm which attempted to slip over your shoulders, standing up and crossing your arms across your chest. "have i ever told you just how sexy you look when you're pissed with me?" leah sighed with a dopey smile.

"yes. you make a point to remind me every time you grovel after you've pissed me off!" you threw a towel at her head and sat back down at your cubby. "no, go change baby." your foot shot up to press against her as she stood and attempted to get closer.

"reminds me of a different position baby, one i quite like." leah grinned wolfishly as she pulled your leg to sit on top of her shoulder and kissed your ankle with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"you already made me late once this morning and you're doing it again. go and change leah please!" you groaned pulling your leg back and sending her a stern look.

"i know you think this is going to work but this whole annoyed look-" leah wiggled her fingers at you "-is just making it all the more harder to leave you." leah smirked as you rolled your eyes and exhaled deeply.

"alright alright! i'm going. a girl knows where she isn't wanted!" leah spoke dramatically clutching at her chest, ducking down and stealing a kiss. "unless you'd like me to just change here and we can-" leah started to suggest but a dead panned glare had her grabbing her bag and hurrying away toward the showers.

"here you go then sunshine." a bundle of clothes hit you square in the face as you'd started to daydream only a few moments later, leah changed back into the clothes she'd arrived in.

"you are so-" you stopped yourself, leah sending you a smirk and sitting down on the bench. "eyes and hands inside the ride at all times williamson, i'm on a schedule." you warned as you started to strip off and change, feeling your girlfriends gaze locked onto you.

"leah!" you huffed as you pulled her shirt down over your head and her hand smacked against your ass. "what? it slipped babe." leah shrugged with an innocent smile as you rolled your eyes and pulled on her shorts having to roll the waistband a little so they didn't hang so low, already having your boots and socks on.

"wait! you're missing something." leah shot to her feet as you fixed your hair and turned to leave, pausing with a raised eyebrow. your lips couldn't help but curl into a small smile as leahs own pressed sweetly against them.

"sap." you teased, pecking her lips a few more times before heading out of the change rooms hearing her follow after you. "behave leah." you warned seriously as she held up her hands with a wink and you pushed your way into the media room.

"well well well if it isn't our newest number six!" beth teased as she finished up and immediately noticed that you weren't in your own number. "call me vice captain." you grinned, hugging her as you swapped positions and she spoke briefly with your girlfriend before leaving the room.

"so we're mostly shooting graphics for the screens and the lineups today, some celebrations, some serious shots. we'll do everything forward facing since there was some...issues, sorry about that again." jessica the marketing and media admin smiled apologetically.

"you're just lucky i was around to save the day jess." leah chimed in as jess shot her a playful glare and stepped back, calling out a few poses as the photographer snapped away and you moved between the different backdrops.

much as you tried your hardest to stay focused there was no avoiding the shit eating grin plastered on your girlfriends face as she sat back with arms crossed, eyes laser focused on your every move.

leah wasn't shy about how much she adored you, that was given by the constant teasings of the pining looks she threw your way during trainings or the not to subtle kisses she stole what felt like every few minutes.

leah was even less shy about how much she adored the sight of you in her clothes. early on in the relationship she did find it somewhat frustrating how you'd sneak off with her hoodies or shirts or pants hidden away in your overnight bag.

but seeing you wander around colney with what leah knew was her nike hoodie covering your top half had something stirring in her stomach she couldn't ignore.

your girlfriend by nature could be possessive, though most times it never came from jealousy knowing you were just as much as infatuated with her as she was with you, but rather that solidifying assurance that you were hers.

so as she sat there seeing you take picture after picture wearing her name, number and jersey leah was grinning ear to ear and there wasn't much which could be said to wipe it off.

"all good?" you questioned once it seemed things were wrapped up, sending both him and jess a thumbs up and stepping away, boots clacking against the hard cement floor and shaking your head at the look on leahs face.

"don't say it." you warned, snatching your jacket out of her hands and making a beeline out of the room as she hurried to follow you. "leah!" you laughed as she caught up and grabbed your hand, pushing you against a wall.

"you're like a horny teenager." you chuckled against her lips which immediately ravaged yours, her hands gripping your hips as you cupped her face and deepened the kiss.

"baby girl you know what it does to me to see you in my clothes, let alone wearing my last name on your back." leah pulled away and shook her head, making a mind blown gesture with her hands causing you to laugh again and shove her.

"we're at work miss williamson, be professional." you booped her nose and darted away as leahs kiss met thin air and she watched you dissapear into the change rooms.

"oh but miss williamson all my thoughts right now are strictly unprofessional." leah sang out happily with a cheeky grin as you shook your head. "no ring, no wife." you patted her cheek and held up your empty hand causing leah to now shake her head.

"oh no no no, no need to change my girl." leah swiftly grabbed your bag, stuffing your clothes back in and slinging it over her shoulder, holding out her hand for you to take with a sly smile.

"its time for me to make our new number six feel very very very welcome."

[nicolesainz]

kiss kiss bang bang (SV5) - part 2 from “Tricks and champions”

Sebastian Vettel x f!reader

Author’s note: Thanks to the lovely comments I received from @maverick-mwah the seb one shot will have a second part. I dearly appreciate the love you showed for this fic!

Warnings: smut, minors dni, 18+, age gap, hints of fluff, major daddy issues, aftercare, taking her virginity, its pure porn!

Summary: After the wild ride you had with Seb, the visits at your house don't stop. Especially when your parents aren't home either. This leads Seb to control you since vulnerability has taken over.

My parents decided to fly away to Spain for the week in order to celebrate their anniversary. It's very sweet that my father still deeply cares about mum after all these years of marriage. That's how all couples should be.

People my age, having an empty house like mine, would definitely use it in order to invite friends and party until very early the next morning. Or get fully wasted with a mix of drinks. Which was my original plan. And yet, I don't really regret how things turned out.

The first night being alone sled by lonely and boring. I ordered some food and had a marathon of The Office, followed by a small concert with all of Taylor Swift's songs. In an empty house, almost in the middle of nowhere in Germany, activities are limited. Or so I thought.

"You need to come to the party. Don't be a buzzkill now." My best friend said over the phone as I was cleaning the mess of a room I have. I usually am up for any available party but I just wasn't in the mood. I would rather drink my feelings away than dress up in uncomfortable heels.

"Sorry bae, not in the mood. Plus, I am feeling a bit unwell. Probably was the Chinese food I had last night." This was a lie, obviously. I was perfectly fine, plainly bored.

"Do you want me to come over? Do you need any help girl?" There's an apparent worry in her voice, which I am trying to dodge very quickly.

"Thank you lovely but I will be alright. Go have fun and text me if anything occurs." I reassure her genuinely touched with her worry.

"I will but if you need me for anything I will rush to you. Take care y/n." We exchange our goodbyes and hang up.

It's a very gloomy day and the house is very quiet. Going to this party was probably my only chance to hook up with someone just to remove Sebastian from my thoughts. Which has become impossible after the ride we had two weeks ago.

After the tricks in the circuit, wherever I look, he is there. Either in real life or in my imagination. I imagine him inside the shower with me, in between my thighs, on my bed.

Literally fucking everywhere.

Last week, at the annual Sunday dinner my family hosts with Sebastian, he was caressing my thigh under the table, as he was casually chatting with my father. It was probably a bad idea to wear that short skirt.

I decide to take matters into my own hands and fully clear out my bed, lay a towel, light up some vanilla scented candles and finish the job by myself so I can take off the thought of Sebastian from my mind.

I put on a complication of his 'dirtiest' team radios where he curses every time either in English or German, dropping sexual hints while he is frustrated.

I plug in my AirPods and put the video on replay until I manage to finish. I put some lube on my fingers and start rubbing it against my pussy. The moment Seb's voice echoes inside my ears, I feel a wave of pleasure taking over me, as slight groans come out of my mouth.

Along with Sebastian's voice, I moan some 'fuck'' and 'shit' as I slide and pump my fingers inside my wet self in a faster pace. My womanhood clenches around my fingers although the desperation in my voice shows how needy I am of Sebastian.

"Jesus Seb." I let out during the thought that my fingers are Sebastian's, pushing me to my limits.

I open my eyes slightly only to be met with a blurry figure of a blonde haired man. I was so obsessed with Sebastian that I was hallucinating.

And yet I wasn't.

He was indeed in the room.

Watching me masturbate with the help of his voice.

I panicked instantly and pulled the covers on top of my body, trying to hide from the feeling of embarrassment and Sebastian's gawking eyes that were scanning me from head to toe.

"So when the cats are away, the mice come out and play. Or in your case, simply come." He jokes around with a massive smirk plastered on his face.

"I-it's not what it looks like, I was, uh" I didn't know how to excuse my actions.

"And yet it so is what it looks like." He rolls his eyes but immediately looks back at me, licking his lips.

"Okay fine, you caught me in a vulnerable moment. I have needs but no boyfriend to satisfy me. I would've gone to a party just to release my frustration but better safe than sorry." I don't know why I said all those things to Sebastian but for some reason I open up to him more easily.

Literally and figuratively.

"So it was very difficult for you to think of me, right?" He exclaims but quickly silences himself as the audio from my phone hasn't paused and the cursing is loud and clear.

He looks around the room to see from where this sound is coming from and when he notices I am trying to mute my phone, he grabs it from my hands and takes a lot at the content amused.

"So you were thinking of me. Just not calling me but simply replacing me."

Sebastian kneeled down to my height and removed the covers from my legs. My panties were still wrapped around my thighs and small hints of wetness were apparent. No shame took over me. Which was oddly weird.

"You know I am here for you if you ever need me, baby. For anything." He positions my body right in front of his face, looking me deeply into my eyes with such innocence, yet I knew that none of his following actions were gonna be the same.

"It's not right Sebastian. You're twice my age and a friend of my father's. You are a person I admire, not someone I should be thinking of in that way." That was the moment where I felt truly ashamed of myself but with a few words, Sebastian made me feel like what was going to happen between us is the most right thing in the world.

"Admiring someone doesn't necessarily mean you can't love them or want them in any other way. I know the kind of girl you are, Y/n. You've literally confessed to me your entire love life, pleading for a man that will treat you right and be there for you."

I didn't know if I wanted to cry or smile at his words. I was right there in front of him, spread legs and needy of a mans touch. He barely looked down at my womanhood or removed his eyes from mine. I needed a man who could bring the best of both worlds.

He was right in front of me.

"I need you Seb. Madly. I can't get you out of my head. Help me." I cooed softly, my desperation is clearly showing more than it should.

"All I will ask is, are you willing to let me take care of your need 100% dear? Because there is no going back after that." The fact that he asked me for reassurance and didn't throw himself at me the moment I begged him, proved to me that no man can be like Sebastian.

"I trust you blindly." I put my forehead softly against his and he instantly captures my lips into a soft kiss, full of reassurance, trust and emotion. His hands are on the sides of my thighs, holding against them firmly and climbing on top of my body feeling more of his warmth.

Sebastian's piercing blue eyes focus on the rhythm of my breathing that is being patterned on the mannerism the way by breasts bounce up and down. I can feel myself blushing given that no matter how many men have looked this tensely at me, only he can cause butterflies to my stomach.

With one arm, he removes his t-shirt, revealing a very well fitted 36 year old on whose body I want to lay my hands on and worship like he is a greek god. I softly trace the V-line on top of his belt and the kiss becomes even more tense with a simple touch.

"You don't know what you're doing to me." He mumbles against my lips as he is trying to unbuckle his belt and get rid of the trousers that are hiding from my sight the hardened erection I caused.

"Then show me." I so easily say, yet I don't know the mix of pain and pleasure I am about to experience because of my actions. Sebastian grunts and with my help, his trousers are on the floor and I can feel against my wet unclothed pussy his erected cock.

Sebastian breaks the kiss and stands up, in the process of which he is picking me up as well. My breathing becomes harder as he takes my top off and now we are semi naked in front of each other. Only a few barriers which in a few seconds are gone. I strap off my bra slowly, revealing my breast to his sight.

"You are beautiful. Absolutely mesmerising. My god" he sighs and kneels in front of me. I am absolutely shocked by what he is doing. I feel his hands holding firmly my thighs and in matters of seconds his lips on my pussy, eating me up like a starved man. His tongue flicking against my clit, sending euphoric vibration at my entire body.

"Fuck, Seb" I moan uncontrollably as he keeps feasting on the juices that are covering my womanhood and his jaw. My fingers tangle on his blonde curls, pulling them slightly as I am trying with all my willpower not to crush his face with my trembling thighs.

My head falls back and my moans become louder and louder as Sebastian slowly removes his his mouth from my pussy and slams it against mine, while inserting his index and middle finger inside my wetness.

"So innocent and yet you're clenching around my fingers like a needy whore." His fingers are pumping inside me in quite a fast pace but just the perfect one to send me into fucking oblivion. My fingers are scratching his back like a wild animal.

"I need to cum, Seb, please." I have never begged anyone for anything in my life and yet, another first time of mine had just been ticked off the box with the help of Sebastian. He applies a bit more pressure to my very swollen pussy, by using his thumb to play along with my clit.

"Then do so baby. All over my fingers." The moment he says it, I release immediately along with a tense groan from both of us. God that felt amazing. Sebastian grabs me back, laying me on the bed, knees weaker than wooden sticks but surely needy for more.

"I need you to be fully sure of what is about to happen darling. Allow me?" My heart drops to my stomach with his words. A few minutes ago he was fucking me with his fingers with such ease and now he is asking for permission.

Best of both worlds.

"There is no man on this earth I trust more than you, Seb. Yes, I am fully aware." I reply with a kind smile on my face, reassuring him that he is the only man I need and want.

His lips connect with mine once more, although this time the kiss was more meaningful than anything. It was me showing Sebastian that I trust him with something so sacred and fragile but something I would only want him to have.

His fingers are toying with my nipples while his mouth is occupied with my neck, trying to leave as many hickies humanly possible. I do not mind at all, though I will need many formulas of makeup to hide his mess.

"Can I touch you?" I quietly ask him as he still was wearing his underwear that were trying to hold on his frustrated cock. I was so afraid of asking him such a thing even though it wouldn't be my first time touching a man.

"Your touch is what I am craving." He grabs my hand and places it on top of his edged bulge that wants to be taken care of. Having his confirmation, I remove the barrier, the boxers, in swift movements, with his cock springing out.

I wrap my hands around his erection, feeling the hints of pre cum on the tip, I spread the minimum liquid all over, pumping him slowly and teasingly sliding him through my wet folds, causing him to moan on the crook of my neck.

"Jesus baby. I need you." He blurts out and my excitement reaches extremely high levels. When I feel Seb's body lowering on me, I remove my hands from his cock and hold on against his butt. In very slow movements, Sebastian slides himself inside me, as softly as he can, whilst I am trying to adjust to his size.

Sebastian has filled me up entirely and my pussy has been stretched to its limits. He tried to play safe at first with slow trusts that would help him find my sweet spot. Tears of exhaustion and pleasure were covering my eyes.

Suddenly, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into me, pushing my limits to the maximum and earning multiple moans of his name along the way. The room smells sex. The air smells sex. He and I smell like sex.

"Oh my Seb." I moan as if there is no tomorrow, shamelessly, giving him the satisfaction of achieving to make the first time of a woman better than half of the female's population. Not even better. Heavenly good.

"This is for you. All for you my good girl."

[thealexanderfiles]

DCU from a Marvel fans limited perspective

recently i've accidently been sucked into the DCU universe, mostly Bat family, if i'm being honest, and although i've never watched a single movie/episode, this is what i have gathered from purely reading the occasional fanfiction/lots of tumblr posts

SPOILERS i guess

There are A LOT of batkids

Bruce Wayne adopts these motherfuckers like they're some kind of limited edition pokemon set

no one is actually sure how many there are but if you have black hair and blue eyes and live in gotham, Batman doesn't care if you've got parents or not. you're coming home with him

There appears to be five Robins and Batman goes though these children like a chainsmoker with a pack of cigarettes

people die a lot

Thats okay though because people come back to life a concerning amount as well

Jason Todd died and came back to life by being dumped in a pit of magical water

Damien Wayne is the only biological child of Bruce and he mentions this a lot

Dick Greyson was the first Robin and the first adoption and i think he and Bruce got in a fight and he left to become Nightwing

Jason Todd stole the Batmobile's wheels and became the second Robin. after he came back to life he became Red Hood

Tim Drake was not an orphan, he just fit Bruce's target demographic and was conveniently close (I mean come on, it's like express shipping) He is also some kind of super-genius. He was the third Robin but became Red Robin/Drake

Stephanie brown(?) was the fourth robin(?), not sure for how long. People get upset when other people forget. I think she's called Spoiler or something

Damien Wayne is the final Robin. Hes this assassins son and im pretty sure Talia dropped him off at the Wayne Manor and said, "I had him through the terrible twos, you get the teen years'

Not entirely sure if Tim runs Wayne enterprises

Brucie wayne is the funniest fucking thing i swear

He's so stupid

not sure is Tim, Dick and Jason follow Bruce's lead and become absolute airheads as well

Alfred is a butler

Alfred has guns

There's someone called Duke and Cass knocking around

The Justice League think Batman works alone

someone in the JL is allergic to the colour yellow

there is a concerning amount of Danny Phantom x DC crossover fics

sames goes for Miraculous

Tim Drake is Bi and for some reason people don't like that

internet is divided on whether of not Batman is a bad dad

#OnlyInGotham is a thing?

Gotham is like an australian NYC

the Riddler is a not funny, less aggressive version of the Joker

apparently Alcatraz and Arkham are different prisons but thats on me

there's a whole group of superheroes out there, each have strong powers and they decide to leave the most dangerous city to the member that has no powers and dresses up as an anthropomorphic bat and runs around the city causing copious amounts of property damage with his children

there is a girl called barbra? Gordon

there is a criminally small amount of content for the girls

for some reason people ship the bat kids together, ike, anytime you have to remind yourself 'its TECHNICALLY not incest is Not Good'

Clark Kent is running round acting as if his reading glasses are the only thing standing between a normal life and CHAOS and the worst thing is that he is right

i am a MCU fan and i was SO sure that Deadpool was MCU but now i'm not so sure

Fandom likes to have this troupe that Bruce wayne doesn't believe batman exists when obviously the superior troupe is that Gotham is pretty sure they are exes

teen titans and young justice are a thing but i cant figure out which robin is who.

Damien Wayne has enough animals to open a zoo

who tf in the batfam are metas?????

Batman has definetely used the Tired Dad voice on villains and the Brucie Wayne voice on the JL

Bruce Wayne has contingency plans if someone discovers his contingency plans

THERES A PLACE CALLED THE FUCKING BAT BURGER???????

it took 2 robins until batman realized that a small child running around in a vest top and speedos was not the greatest idea

Someone needs to tell me, like right now what's going on, where to start and what to read. bc rn im LIVING on chaotic fics

[azsazz]

Little off topic but which sjm character do you think is best in bed?

Hm, this is a great question but also a very difficult one because i think that each character can be so different...

apparently i've decided to make a comprehensive list of all of their sex lives so enjoy lol. it's long as fuck. I tried to put them in order of personally who i think would be the best to the "worst" (this is just my opinion its cool if your roster differs):

i'm getting the vibes that rowan might be the most well rounded in a bedroom scenario. he can definitely be dominating if you've had a busy day and just need to be fucked. he can manhandle you into any position he wants, whisper filthy things in your ear while he fucks you deep. you're a sopping wet mess for him, cunt clenching and back arched when he commands you to cum. like i can't picture, say, dorian or chaol doing this kind of thing...personally. but i also think he's so sweet that he would be the aftercare king. there's also instances where i can see him being so kind and gentle, or if you're wanting to give him a ride or try something new, he's the best person for that.

az is also high up on the list because obviously. i think he can both be dominating and gentle, adventurous and soft. he knows exactly what you need when you need it, not because he's so attuned to your bond, but also because of his shadows. you're having a bad day? let him fuck it out of you. you're angry? he'll let you tear his skin with your nails, bite him, ride him to expel all of that negative energy on his cock. then you'll be all pliant and soft again while he cradles you to his chest. feel like you're two seconds from bursting into tears? he'll go nice and slow, wiping the tears that escape your eyes while you're overwhelmed with emotions and stuffed full with his cock.he knows your limits and he might tease that line sometimes, but he wouldn't ever cross it because your safety comes first.

let's see...sex with cassian is always a good time. he's so confident that it makes you squirm. and he's not afraid to try new places. you won't even make it to your room at the end of the date, cassian's pressing you up against the foyer wall and lifting your skirt to shove his cock into you because you've been teasing him all night with that fucking dress. i think he's so confident that he'll let you do anything, try anything. you want to peg him? he's already on his knees for you. you want to add a third? he's already calling out to azriel or nesta or anyone who has your attention. you're not afraid to tell him anything, ask him anything in regards to the bedroom because he's that caring.

rhysand, well, we all know what he's all about. they don't call him high lord for nothing. and those fuckin mind powers can drive you nuts, though, i know rhysand doesn't like to use them all of the time, because he's worried if he does it too much it will skew your reality and memories, and fuck, he needs you to remember the way he's fucking into you the way you're screaming for him. he often allows you into his own head, to share what he's feeling. it's almost like you know what it feels like to be dipping your hot cock into your own cunt, and down that open a realm of possibilities in the bedroom. also, that silver tongue we know so well does an excellent job against your clit, whispering encouraging words as you reach your crest. rhys has moves that no other character has and that puts him pretty high on the list.

eris i think can be a really soft lover that can fucking go for days. he's addicted to you in every meaning of the word. he could eat you out all night, fuck you until you're a weeping mess for him. but he hates seeing you cry, yet that raw feeling deep down in his chest has him torn, because he never wants to stop. he's soft because no one has ever been soft on him, except you. on the other hand, eris has a temper. we know this. when he's in a mood, he will not hesitate to go rough on you, bending you over his desk, the war plans covered by your body as he fucks you and fucks you hard. had a run in with his father that put him in a shit mood? he's taking it out on your pussy. had to go meet with the night court and cassain made a snarky comment that hit a little too close to home? he's fucking you so hard you don't have the breath to question why he's in such a mood.

lorcan my hate-fucking king. he's grumpy as fuck, knows what he wants. gives me major ghost vibes (iykyk). he'll take what he wants from you whenever he wants but he won't leave you without a few orgasms yourself. he's not as vocal, grunting and using his large hands to move you how he likes, guide your hips while you're riding his cock, a palm flat across your back that he presses into to make you arch for him more. gods, the way he fucking manhandles you because who can compare to this mans sheer size? he's hung as fuck, and he spends a lot of time stretching your cunt for him. it's not often that he forgets, but if he does it feels like you're being split in fucking half on his cock. you may have suffered some internal bleeding somewhere down the line because he went a little too hard with a little less prep than you were used to.

ruhn is another confident male who knows exactly what he's doing in bed. he's a player, cocky, arrogant, thinks he has you wrapped around his little finger but it's quite the opposite. he's the one that's had to chase you, and oh wow, was that fun. when you finally reach the point where he can show you what he's got, there's no going back. he's all over you from that point on. you're walking across town? he's right next to you. you're at one of his parties and didn't tell him you were coming? well, you little tease, he's just going to have to punish you for that, pulling you into a closet or bathroom for a quickie even though his bedroom is literally right upstairs. he's always got his hands on you, ready to spread your legs and feat or dunk his cock into you like some horny teenager whenever he wants. he's always hard for you.

lucien is hard for me to figure out, and i'm not really sure where he'd fall on the list because i don't think i have his personality down. i love that he would be so sarcastic and snarky, making little quips to both annoy you and turn you on. he's knows what he's doing, letting those long fingers brush across your exposed skin. he's teasing you the entire way through it; a brush of a knuckle against your swollen clit, a tease of his tongue in the same manner. just the head of his cock resting at the very opening of your cunt, hot and needy for you. it's torture for him too, but to see you squirming like this, gods, he'll hold off his own orgasm for ages to see you like this.

aedion i bet would be killer in bed. he gives me lucien vibes a bit, with the sexy comments that brush across your skin like his skilled tongue. i feel like he's really open with his sex life, not in the sense where he's telling everyone what noises you make in bed or how when he lifts your leg at a certain angle, you scream so much louder for him, but he makes it clear when he's hungry for you. at dinner, he openly looks at you through lowered, lazy lids. the lust oozes from him and everyone at the table knows that he's going to be taking you back to his bed as soon as that last bite leaves your plate.

hunt is just a good man. kinda makes me want to cry a little bit. he's definitely a giver, isn't worried at all about himself until he's thoroughly taken care of you. uses his wings to his advantage, letting the soft feathers brush across your hard nipples. his hands are strong, calloused from wars, but the way that they're gentle, scraping across your skin has you in a frenzy. i know hunt has the best thighs (besides cassian), and his ass is amazing too.

fenrys. my mans. he loves anything wild and free, so i have the feeling that sex with him would be much the same. i think that he's been through some horrible things, torturous things, so he'd never tease you to the point of tears, because that's just not him. sex with fen is fun, easygoing. you don't have to think hard about anything because it's naturally good.

dorian i gotta say is not super high on my list either. for the phantom hands alone he'd be a great lay. it might be a little overwhelming, but they definitely come in handy (haha). i can see him being a little arrogant, though he sees it as confidence. he's a prince, gets what he wants when he wants and that's no different with you. oh, how he loves how obedient you are for him, those pretty lips wrapped around his cock while he lies back, watching you with those sapphire eyes. but when you're really in a mood not to listen, gods, it makes him harder than a rock. when you're being a little bratty, he loves fucking that out of you until you're clinging to him again, begging him to let you cum.

tharion im not too sure about either. i like how funny he seems to be, and he also seems really open about his sexual prowess. i think he knows his way around a pussy and a cock, he's open to trying anything. he also seems like a giver...like i can picture you down by the marina hiding between boats, your ass perched precariously on the edge of the dock while he eats you out from the water. anyone can see, but tharion is just that convincing, needing to taste you right then or there, not caring that he could easily drag you down into the waters below. he likes the thought of someone finding you like this, all whiny and messy from his tongue.

chaol's probably further down the list. he is a man of order, he follows the rules to a t. you know what you're getting when you take him to bed, but that doesn't mean it isn't good sex. that's why you've chosen him. he knows what he's doing, and although he might not be as adventurous as some of the other characters, he knows his way around your body so that you're never dissatisfied.

ithan...i'm sorry, i just really can't picture him that well. i know that i wrote a breeding kink for him but the entire time i was like "this isn't him this isn't him." i can't help but to think of ithan as like a 19 year old lol (ik, he's 22). i don't think it would be awkward sex, but i do think that he has the potential to be a soft lover. he gives me the vibes of cocky college students but sweet on his girl.

[iamvernswhore]

Warning: Dirty talk, fingering, exhibition kink. Minors please scroll away.

Pairing : Vernon x female reader

A/n: I actually wrote it on Tumblr and I was in a hurry so I didn't even check it twice, I know it's short :( but I hope you like it anon. I luv you <3 Anon Request: Heeeeey Can you please write girlfriend being needy with Vernon in public, and teasing him whispering things to his ear like “in not wearing underwear”?

You've been a little naughty lately. Pushing Vernon's button whenever you can. Well, it was fun to see the sight of Vernon getting annoyed. You'd tease him and then just laugh at his face when he got a little irritated. But everyone and everything has its limits, and so does Vernon. You just wanted him to lose all of his control and fuck you like a madman, and you were gonna do it tonight.

Joshua invited the members along with their partners, to his house for a movie night. You had just the right plan for tonight.

Vernon had a thing for good innocent looking girls. Well, you've been a good girl for him all this time so you just wanted to try something new. You wore a tight white tank top with a short pink skirt.

You looked hot, at least that's what everyone in the room thought. Vernon just gave you THE look, the look of wanting to fuck you right then and there with the members watching the both of you.

But he was a man of patience and control. He controlled himself and sat at the corner on a cosy sofa and gestured for you to come to him. You, obviously sat on his lap, covering the both of you with a blanket.

Everyone was now focused on the movie, but you two had different thoughts. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. He leaned into your ears "What are you trying to accomplish by wearing such a sexy dress, hmm?"

"Umm, well, I don't know. Maybe I want you to fuck me" You moved your hips against his clothed cock and turned around to look at him. You licked his lips, which made his cock harder.

You held his hand and guided it to under your skirt. "I'm not wearing any panties" you whispered seductively and bit your lips. He cursed softly when you blinked your eyes innocently at him.

"Gosh, you've been such a tease lately" he bit your earlobe, slowly moving his fingers around your vagina "Fuck, so wet" He groaned softly. He entered 2 fingers into your vagina, moving them slowly. "Want me to fuck you, baby? You just had to ask nicely"

He started planting kisses on your neck "You know I don't like to be teased, where are your manners baby" You moaned slightly when he pinched your clit. "shhh you don't want them to hear us, do you baby?" you shake your head.

"Be quiet for me, okay?" You nod your head. It's so embarrassing how you've become a mess, and he didn't even do much. He started moving his fingers faster, gripping your boob with the other hand. It was hard for you to stay quiet, so you took your hand to your mouth and bit it.

Your eyes started tearing up a little when he entered two more fingers, pinching your clit now and then. He was painfully hard, wanting to take you to the restroom and fuck you. He licked your neck and sucked it later, which made you gasp.

Thankfully it was The Avengers, there was a lot of action/fighting going on so no one heard you. "I'm gonna cum" you whispered, almost crying. He went faster and deeper, messaging your boobs which sent you to the edge.

He quickly got up with you and almost ran to the nearest bedroom, giving the lamest excuse to the members. He locked the door and pushed you onto your knees, holding your jaw with his finger on your lips "Tease me again, I won't let you cum for days"

[enquiringangel]

Statements like: ‘None of the Lost Boys like Star’ lack a firm basis in canon. Talking just movie canon here rather than novels, scripts, etc. which actually add a bit more nuance to the whole thing.

Star's place in the story is as Michael's comphet love interest and as window dressing, because all movies must include a hot chick(tm). She has very little agency or role in the plot other than to lure Michael into the vampires' world. The story could have easily worked without her with only a few minor changes.

But that's typical of the film industry doing lady characters the dirty. We all know this. And we all know that characters of her type are widely disliked across Fandom as a whole for a bunch of reasons, one of which is probably that those of us who identify as women became sick to death of being portrayed as objects without agency because it can hit too close to home. Let's not flog that dead horse anymore.

Back to her relationship with the boys: they don't share enough screen time for us to definitively say they feel any particular way about her. Aside from Paul briefly saying "Ah, chill out girl" when she tells them off for hazing Michael, the only one who interacts with her at all is David. And that is very limited too: after the two scenes where she gets on the back of his bike, he basically pays her no attention for the rest of the movie. Though it is implied that they have some conversations off screen (about making Michael her first kill, etc.) that we don't see .

The boys' focus moves to Michael, and on male-male bonding. (I am very straight-faced while typing this.) Star fades away into the shadows during Michael's initiation not only because she was unable to stop him from making her mistake, but because her presence is unwelcome. It would be like someone's girlfriend going along to a wild bachelor party: probably doesn't happen that often and likely to be uncomfortable as hell. It's a boys' night. She'd cramp their style.

Whatever the writers' intentions may have been, any attempt at creating a rivalry between David and Michael for Star's affection falls flat on its face because David simply does not care to play that role. He does not seem to give a damn that Michael is obviously lusting after her, and shows no signs of being bothered about them sleeping together. In my view the scene where he makes Star get on the back of his bike instead of Michael's has very little to do with Star - that triumphant smirk makes it clear he's trying to get a rise out of Michael.

From the little interaction David does have with Star, I get the impression that their relationship is one of ownership. He views her as belonging to him, but obviously he has no problem sharing her if it means he gets what he wants - Michael joining them. For her part she comes across as being a little afraid of him, which is understandable considering the boys are literally horror movie monsters who brutally murder people. (Contain yourselves you monsterfuckers, yes I know, we all love them because of, rather than in spite of this.) But the way she laughs while riding on the back of his bike, the sheer joy in her eyes, it makes me think that's not all there is to it. There is happiness in her time with them as well.

[ghostcathedrals]

tw // blood, gore, violence, lowkey nsfw

self-indulgent (HEAVILY). i support this movement and i think you should too. i'm unsure if this is gender neutral enough, but i tried my best, though i initially thought of it as P in V. endearments are gender neutral. regardless of gender identity, you're still wearing a dress, and you can interpret its design however you want.

i don't know how long this is bc i didn't put it on a word processor and just kept typing on this post, but it's long but not >7k (i think) not proofread LMFAO too lazy for that

VAMPIRE HUNTER TOJI.

he's already out of the business for a while. toji fushiguro no longer cares about the kind of life he used to live, or at least he tries to. oftentimes our past doesn't allow itself to be forgotten.

after all, he hunted the people who were like the family who condemned him. because he wasn't a vampire. because he didn't hunger for blood just like them, and his fangs weren't as sharp as theirs.

yet he continued to live as long as them. that was a predicament for the zen'ins, since the existence of this bastardized son would have been the downfall of their family, knowing how heavenly restriction worked. heavenly, but it would work against a lineage of diabolical beings.

eventually, the need to hunt knocks on his door again. when he sluggishly opens the door, there stands the beginning of his return.

so this is vampire hunter toji fushiguro. he could've annihilated his family (wonder why he didn't), but there they continued to live.

shiu convinces toji to come back to the business with a whopping 60 million waiting for him if he takes this request. toji usually takes minimal requests for a quick buck, but it seems as if this one may be his final stage as the actor who plays the angel with villainous blood.

toji meets you because you're his... target. shiu gives him information about you, quite limited. you're a cog to the larger machinery of vampires to be hunted. you're an asset to the clans which includes his own family. once he sees your picture, your background, even the countless lives you considered as food ⎯ and instead of grimacing, he simply smirked in aroused excitement.

it makes the job exciting, this he thinks, this he says to shiu, who obviously huffs and takes a cigarette from its pack. he offers one to toji who declines. toji declined? well, not so surprising for a man who doesn't even drink alcohol.

you're much more beautiful in person. the ghoulish appearance of vampires is lifeless, pale, and uncomfortable to look at, yet toji finds himself drawn to the way you are walking down the grand staircase along with other servants of the three great clans.

he knows you're not a servant, and he knows every movement you make without being physically present in that ball. toji spends his time making sure that when he makes a move, it won't be difficult to kill you.

that's the thing ⎯ he almost fails. his body is raging with the desire, just like you. dodging his offensives is extremely difficult, but you are strong enough to only manage a few cuts, until he eventually tackles you to ground, with your being in between his kneeling legs, his hand about to squash your throat.

you don't know who he is. he doesn't look familiar. maybe your age stops you from knowing him, because it hasn't been a long time since you were born. this guy, even without fangs as he devilishly and terrifyingly grins from ear-to-ear, is not a vampire, or just doesn't have the vampiric bloodlust. he's probably just humanly insane.

this is a guy who, despite your being superior to his, has more power than you right now. you don't exactly know if you'll ever die as a vampire, because somehow, you know almost nothing about your identity. nothing about your bloodline.

"i know who you are," he says, with the drawl of your name on his tongue making your heart quiver. you, a vampire, are a victim to his diabolical presence. "i'm here because you've let your guard down, doll."

you scowl at the nickname. it's hard to move because he's physically dominating you (perhaps generally), and your dress isn't much of a help. instead, you resign and try to find a way out of this. hopefully. you can never always be prepared when someone with extremely high physical prowess can cut the blade of your fangs and drain you with drinking your blood.

"in what way did i let my guard down?" you ask him, brows furrowing. "i am a vampire, you vampire hunter—"

"no shit, dollface." he chuckles and it's pissing you off. it's not like you don't have a plan, though.

"i am a vampire. i can sen—"

"you vampires have one thing in common and it's the natural dependence on the gift of your birth," he says, with a tone much more sinister than yours. he stands up and you quickly get on your feet, stance prepared for a fight. "doll, you have so much potential but you're wasting it on being a lap dog of the clans⎯"

you take another step, baring your fangs, letting your eyes go red. he merely smiles, flipping his weapon then setting it on his shoulder. "see? you bare fangs yet you're physically weak. you can't push me. you can't—"

"shut the fuck up!" toji has never underestimated the bloodlust of a vampire when they angry, and he knows that each of your moves turn from desperate to fully diabolical. you're faster with far more violent instinct, as if you're tempted by his body. tempted by the color of his blood. tempted by the taste it would have when you drink it.

it doesn't matter if he's strong or even formidable. you want him lifeless, submitting his inferior body to you like a bag of blood.

your dress is starting get ripped from the way you're moving. floating swiftly in the air then clashing against the ground. neither of you were backing out. it's utterly unfair how he's still completely dressed, and your dress can barely cover you from the cold. it doesn't matter, though. the cold is your home. what matters is how toji eventually slows down ⎯ from going full offensive to just dodging your attack, smirk never leaving his face.

it takes you a while to settle down your headspace and realize your body really is barely covered. the undergarment is shown beneath the fabric of the dress as it disintegrates into scraps on the ground. he takes a step. the footsteps are loud as your mind turns hazy. the smell of his blood is too strong that you only think of drinking it, sinking your fangs on his precious skin. precious skin that seems to already have been bruised, scarred by a past you are suddenly curious about.

"hm? not moving, dollface?" he provokes you, closing the distance, leaning towards you with your foreheads almost touching. "where's that vampiric instinct, hm? didn't expect you to freeze in your spot—"

there's a shift in the color of your eyes. toji himself shuts up in shock as your sclera goes black. you're not just a vampire after all, says all that history stuck in his head. you're not even aware of it. you're a reincarnation of a being worse than a vampire. perhaps you have sat with the devil in your past life. in this world, vampires cannot just do so. one has to be completely at a higher level of being to be able to just change the appearance of the eyes.

but you ⎯ your fangs are there, as well as the sharpening of your fingernails, and the flaring marks on your face, intricate lines that reminds him of the menacing story of how life becomes dark when hell takes over a pure soul. he freezes. after all, who are you?

"i want your blood." you sound like a ghost whispering to a child in their sleep. not even a whisper, but an echoing bellow that's ringing in toji's ears. "i want your blood, hunter. i want you to⎯"

without a second passing, he pushes you away with force which pushes his backward as the sudden inertia affects him. you stagger, the heels of your shoes harshly scraping the ground as you maintain balance from the push. he's smirking once again, unfazed. this angers you, and this harmful feeling lands him on the ground with you on top of him.

your sharp nails have crushed his sword into pieces. these same nails cuts through the skin of his neck. toji continues to smile.

"well, before you kill me, you should at least know my name," he says nonchalantly, as if he's prepared and unabashed by the next few steps that can possibly end his life. "i am fushiguro toji. i kill vampires for money. for⎯"

"revenge," you reply in his stead.

"hell yeah," he rasps in his whisper. it arouses something in you, because it's that same tone, akin to a grunt, that turns on the lust that comes with tainted heart of yours. his hands slowly find their way to your waist as you fall on his body, legs attempting to straddle him. you scoot a bit where his large figure is much smaller ⎯ his waist. "i am going to kill those zen'ins. i stopped before, but i will not now."

"no," you reply instantly after he finishes his last syllable. your finger is placed against his lips to shush him, and your nails eventually shrinks to their original length. his eyes are hazy, perhaps it's the work of your aura. you've always had that air of carnal desire. once you set your eyes on someone, it will be hard for them to look away, to even move. toji's different. you further realize that the way he's harshly gripping on your waist isn't because your aura is working on him. toji has completely abandoned his job, and he's found his new appetite on the curve of your body.

"why not, dollface? don't you want to ravish the blood of the slaughtered? they are vampires, baby, their blood is more than the ones you've drank." you're being drawn to him. what you're starting to feel is that you can pull him closer. you can feel a bulge on your crotch, and your heart quivers again. your gut is squashing the dancing butterflies in your stomach. "what? fangs sank too deep in your tongue?"

your breath is labored and more audible. the bulge is more prominent now, aching to feel yours. toji's starting to groan as well, feeling the friction. "you... y-you're doing something to me."

through his breaths, toji guides your hands back to his neck. the cut you pierced is gone. your body loses its last layer of heat. you feel petrified. you knew this guy never had the bloodlust of a true vampire, and barely has the vampiric being etched into his. for someone of his level, it can be difficult to self-heal. heavenly restriction, you remember, can be far more dangerous than drinking blood and baring fangs. but it's often a bad omen that makes clans of vampires discard them, at let them be eaten by vampires at a young age, where their cognition has barely developed.

from his neck, you put your hands on his broad shoulders. as you lean a bit, your crotch slides against his and the friction worsens. you both moan to that friction. down there, you can feel the stiffness. his harsh grip on your waist forces you to slide against, grinding against his crotch. oh, you love it. you love it so much you forget yourself. you let yourself drown in desire in the same way he's already moving his hips. you're humping against his clothed crotch and the bulge almost rips through his pants. the moans are louder. your moans reaches a higher pitch. you're practically whimpering and mewling and he hasn't even taken his pants off.

he laughs. "can't even finish your words because of how horny you are now." he snaps his hips to keep taunting you. your grip bruises his shoulders and he groans, snapping his hips against, begging to be unsheathed.

"take it off," you shakily say. "take your pants off."

"oh?" toji raises an eyebrow, grin forcing his mouth to move. "think you can just tell me what to do, hm? and what if i don't want to, huh? what if i want to keep taunting you and kill you while you're too engrossed with your desire."

your madness manifests into a harsh grunt, akin to the anger of a wolf, then glaring at him, eyebrows knitted together in fury. "if you're so hung up on still trying to finish your dumb job, at least fuck me before you stab me and cut off my head."

he throws his head back to laugh, even if it hits the ground. "it takes all this violence for you to just admit you wanted to fuck. you do know that your nipples are poking out of your undergarments, right? you're just begging to be fucked, and all this time you can hardly fight because your desire is stiffening you⎯"

"shut the fuck up," you hiss. "just fuck me, goddammit."

"gotta be nicer, dollface." he takes a turn with his tone, becoming stern and serious. you shiver at his voice despite the fact you can always just go rabid and eat him. you suddenly want to make sure you feel him in you before you feel the rest of him with his sweet, warm blood. "tell me how much you want me to fuck you. politely. with the kind of desperation your lot is too humiliated to show."

you grit your teeth. you want to kill him already, shut him up like how you usually do with anyone who crosses you. but you can feel the pool of something wet on your underwear, and as you become sensitive, the lace trimmings feel as if it's stitching themselves into your skin. you're so sensitive you can barely move or think or sharpen your nails to stab him in the eye. you falter, but you know he's faltered, too. he wants you, and he's flaunting it provocatively.

"please," your voice cracks. "please fuck me, toji. fill me up please."

"no holding back, baby?"

"pull it all in. i'll take everything."

you don't know what you're saying but you say it anyway, because when lust infiltrates one's head, it's difficult to stay with logic.

"you're prettier when you're pleading. when you're begging to be fucked." you moan loudly at the brutal emphasis of the last word.

"please, toji, enough of that. please, just fuck me already—"

he pushes your hands away and pulls you by the back of your neck, sinking you down to him with a kiss. a kiss enough to break your teeth. it's sloppy and disgusting, just how you both want it. he's hungry for you, and you for him, because your tongues cannot contain themselves. he's biting your lower lip as struggles to take off his pants. you help him as you use the curve under your foot to push it further down. you feel it. you feel his cock and before you can even spit on your hand to lubricate it, you already slams it into you. you mewl, because a moan cannot justify the salaciousness of your voice.

"no fucking prep, baby," he grunts and thrusts again. "if i can't kill you yet, at least i can—"

"no, please." he stops, like a frame of an animation stuck in its pace. your tears drops on his cheek. "please... i... it's too much."

well that shocks him. a vampire asking to be gently touched? after all that gore and brutality?

you continue to cry as both pleasure and pain seem to not mix well with you.

"you've never done this before."

you gulp back your tears. "not that i can remember." he sits up, propping his elbows on the ground with his tilted to the side. "so... you're not used to do this."

"well, i... stop fucking laughing, this isn't funny!"

he's still laughing. "alright baby, chill out, geez. i'll do it at the pace you want, but i won't be kind when you're prepped up for me, 'kay?"

ominous, but you nod anyway.

you move and he pulls his cock out. hard. still hard. he looks up at you and grins. "guess you gotta hurry f'r me, darling. someone's impatient."

you stare at each other for a while, thoughts barred from getting your attention. luscious gaze is shared, then he sits up straight, left hand cupping your cheek, with the other hand caressing your face. "so pretty. so, so pretty." you silently moan at his compliment. his hand, particularly his index finger, lands on your lips. bruised, but still plump and delicious. he inserts his finger, feeling the pad of your tongue. it's salty for you, probably gonna get some fucking disease but hey⎯ you're a vampire. a disease is just a good night sleep when you die from it. you're coating his finger with your saliva, and hums at the way you're growing eagerness as you continue drool while sucking his finger. he puts another in. down there, your pressing your lower part against his cock. every time he responds to the friction, he squeezes your thigh. another finger. you're sucking three feels and it seems like your mouth will be ripped opened. toji hasn't done anything that could lead to your body in pieces like pound meat.

"so obedient," he teases. he takes his fingers off your mouth, proceeding to put his drool-coated hand to his cock. you look down. looking at it already reminds you of the shockwave he gave you a while ago. it doesn't scare you. you look back up at him and show him, somehow, the most innocent face a devil can show.

"teach me, toji."

he's probably taken a liking to you already. "spit on your hand, then. i'll teach you how to please me."

you definitely feel the reason why it hurt ⎯ it's too big. the length and girth felt like a sword trying to slice you in half. no wonder that if you had shorter nails, it would look like you are struggling to let the tips of your fingers meet while holding his cock.

such a good teacher. such a good student. he lets of his cock and lets you do the rest. he's moving his hips again, which waves your body, and the movement excites you too much that you're moving hand faster and faster. he can hardly catch up. he moans with lips contorting into a smile as he moans and moans and moans in overwhelming pleasure. and he snaps. he holds you firmly and lifts you effortlessly, sinking his cock into your hole slowly so that you can learn to endure the pain. you kiss him. he kisses you. the lower parts of your body are moving in a rhythm that makes your lips move down to each other's necks. and god, how so dangerous it can get.

"don't fucking bite me yet." you hate it when he says your name that way. you hate that you feel arousal when he commands you like that. "do it when i tell you to."

"you'll never make me, won't you?"

"shut up." he shuts you up as he bruises a hickey on your skin with shallow cuts from his fangs that are smaller than yours. this is the kind of pain you want, you need, and it might just teach you how to adjust to the pain and pleasure moving rapidly and mercilessly into your hole.

with the difficult of the position, he takes advantage of your body's position and flips you onto the ground, laying you flat on your back. you wrap your legs around his waist as he thrusts harder and harsher. and you're right. you're getting used to it already. you like the way he stretches you and grunts when you clench his cock in between your walls. he likes the way you moan his name so disgustingly. "say it baby. say my fucking name."

"t-toji.. a-ahh. please right there! please, please ⎯ oh!"

"you're really such a baby," he chuckles. "but it seems that i've abandoned these hard, sensitive nipples for too long, hm? like it when i squeeze like this?" oh, he knows what he's fucking doing. he pads his thumb over the surface of your nipples, squeezing them as he keeps thrusting in you. it's so much pleasure your tears are blocking your vision.

then he kneads your tits. you're so immobilized by pleasure that all your arms have done were too lay limp on either side of your head, letting him do as he pleases with your body. god, no one's blood has pleased you as much as the physical touch of someone you're willing to wait until they can let you bite their neck. it doesn't fucking matter if you need to be fucked so mercilessly like this, with his gentleness already disappearing before he laid you on the ground. he doesn't seem to understand gentleness, and perhaps you enjoy that the most.

the louder the moans, the faster and deeper the thrust are. you feel it. you feel something overwhelming in you that toji already notices how orgasmic you are. "toji.. toji i⎯"

"shh."

he guides you to your climax and before you can say it, you come, and oh, he absolutely loves it. you're cold but your slick is so warm. your hair is a mess, your chest wet from his saliva and your sweat. this gives him so much energy to keep fucking you like he's in a rut and he's letting you take all his pent-up frustration. "look at me."

huh.

"don't you fucking look away from me."

you'll die from the gaze of his eyes, but it's not like he won't die from yours.

you'll know where this will lead, but you let him want you. he let you want him. so when he fills you up to the brim of whatever limit there is in your body, it makes you want to be filled up again.

"i don't want your blood just yet."

he smirks as puts on his underwear and pants again. "really? but i want my 60 million already."

"don't care," you insist. "i'll give that to you whenever you want it. don't have to kill me for it."

so he walks to you, and since you're barely clothed (a scarecrow is more covered than you at this point), he draps cloak on you so you feel less conscious about your appearance. "then what do i have to do to get whatever i want?"

"i want to see you again after this."

he already knows what you mean. guess the hunting business truly ends here.

🩸

is it obvious that writing smut isn't my best skill LMFAO

[gremoria411]

Fuck it, it’s been out for….. however many days now, let’s talk about the Gundam Murmur.

Gonna be discussing the design and sorta just general implications of its existence (like I did a little with the Haagenti and Rustal).

Design-wise, gorgeous. I love how unique it looks compared to units that came before it, while still retaining enough Gundam-like features to not look too out of place. It is, I suppose, the limit of the Gundam’s human-centric design (watch something else come out that just blows this out of the water), especially since it’s primary weapons (the Surgical Feathers) are controlled via remote (through Alaya-Vijinana). It makes sense as a weapon system, since it seems to be designed to overwhelm a Mobile Armour from range. The form and flowing armour I find quite pleasing - I’d like to assume the engraving was added postwar (particularly since the Fareed’s are part of the Seven Stars), but I’ve absolutely nothing to back that up with. I did think that given the nature of its weapons systems, it’s possible that it relied on a lot of other units (like Hugo’s or Rodi’s) to tie up enemy mobile armours until it could strike the killing blow, so perhaps they’re there to inspire its vassals? Then again, the surgical stylings of its equipment seem to be pointing in a different direction.

I’ve seen a lot of comparisons going around with the Qubeley, because of the flowing nature of its armour, but I honestly associate it more with the Gundam Harute (Final Battle ver.), likely due to the skirt, back weapons and orange colouration. I do have a fondness for the head - it feels quite removed from the typical design, thanks to its large shape, but it retains the key features (twin-eye, “horns”, faceplate). It could even be said that the both have a significant compliment of ranged weaponry, since the Harute has Scissor Fangs. I do like how it’s upper half seems rather lightly armoured, since it makes it seem mobile and able to fight with its surgical knives - too much armour would make it’s mobility less believable, so it’s a nice touch. I generally like skirts on mobile suits (a good example off the top of my head would be the Xamel), so Murmur going the whole hog with a dress and a bunch of knives is just wonderful.

Alrighty, so I mentioned way, waaaaay back when talking about the Haagenti that it’d be interesting to see what the other Seven Stars Gundams are that remain in Vingolf along with Bael (barring Kimaris, obviously)

(Which is a thought. Wonder how Kimaris’ loss was covered up. It’s all very well saying Gaelio died at Edmonton, but surely you’d at least recover the Gundam frame. Supposedly the official records were doctored to say that the Kimaris had been returned, but I feel like someone should’ve at least checked if it’d been returned.) (Hm. Though now I am imagining Rustal just swapping the armour onto Haagenti and then smuggling it into the Baudin’s vault, which is fun).

Anyway, we now have the Fareed and Kujan Family Gundam’s leaving only the Baklazan and Issue families to go (I’ve been seeing some theories floating around regarding the Issue family Gundam, so it’ll be interesting to see how accurate they are). So, to recap, there’s 8 Gundam frames in Vingolf (unless House Baklazan’s missing theirs or something) of the 26 confirmed to still be in existence at the start of Iron Blooded Orphans in P.D. 323 (though we don’t know who’s doing the confirming, so that number’s fairly loose).

So, what does this mean regarding our erstwhile Agnika Kaieru Impersonator over here?

Mcgillis Fareed stood to, and by the second season did, inherit the Gundam Murmur as part of his position in the Seven Stars. It’s not difficult to fathom why it wasn’t used in his coup - Mcgillis wishes to inherit the power of Agnika Kaieru - Bael, the symbol of Gjallarhorn. If anything, I’d wager he actively wants to reject his connection to the Fareeds not only because of his relationship with Iznario, but also because it would tie his coup to the Seven Stars. It would cheapen it to (in his mind) an internal power struggle within the echelons of Gjallarhorn, rather than the glorious revolution he wants it to be, spurred by the inheritor of Agnika Kaieru’s legacy.

Ironically, Murmur’s rejected because it’s a thing of the past - The Fareed family is shortly to cease being an active part of Gjallarhorn as Mcgillis rejects it, Iznario no longer holds any power with which to access it and it’s not a part of the world that Mcgillis wants to create. It’s part of a bygone age - a symbol of the Seven Stars system that Mcgillis aims to remove.

How very poetic.

[girluninterrupted11]

It's now time to talk about the tumultuous 40s

Now fashion may not be the first thing that comes to mind when we think of the 1940s. Considering this was the decade where the second world war took place, and a horrific genocide that slaughtered millions, fashion isnt at the forefront of our minds. Oddly enough though, it is during this time that many fashion designers that we know today (namely Hugo Boss, Coco Chanel) were known Nazis, and produced the SS uniforms. Obviously I think that's horrific and want to keep that in mind as we go through this decade. 

With that said, the 40s are known for its simplicity. As we know, I really do prefer this. I think simplicity is under appreciated and we tend to get lost in the vast variety of clothing available to us. It’s always good to get back to the basics when in doubt. Because of the war, the priority of fashion was practicality and the materials available were limited. This created a simple, practical style, and I honestly really like the idea of this. As much as I love fashion, for an everyday sort of thing, you have to be practical. It’s for this reason that I opt for my 1460s docs as my shoes most days for example. 

Above, you can see two outfits that to me really encompass the 1940s. Women started really wearing pants all the time during this decade (popularized by Katherine Hepburn, among others), because of the practicality, which of course I like. I think nicely fitted dress pants or plain cotton pants (like the ones seen above) can really go a long way. The simple cotton fabrics look elegant. It’s simple, casual, but chic and tasteful. To me, it is the perfect effortless look, the first image especially. It's why I love linen pants and tops, especially in the warmer seasons. Those white, plain cotton button down blouses (seen on the left) are a key component of this decade (which I love!!!). Belts (second image) and other accessories are also seen, which as we’ve established I am a big fan of. These looks are really what dominated the 40s. Underrated in my opinion, not everything has to be crazy and flashy to be fashionable. 

The next look I want to talk about is the more “feminine” and dressier side of the decade. This would be the less practical side (which I still love), the more fashionable side if you will. As you can see, long hemlines were popular during this era. On the left is a dress, with the fitted waist that was common. I personally love this dress. It's modest, as to be expected for war times, but also feminine. It’s of course simple, but the little details are really what I love. The buttons match perfectly, the belt is exactly what’s needed (in my opinion) to add shape without losing elegance. I love the belted-waist, and it is something I even do with my own dresses and such (that are looser or cut similarly to the one in the photo). The gloves are also a nice addition, which was also popular during this time. As I've previously mentioned, I really do prefer simpler, more sophisticated, elegant, and classically feminine looks. This is really what the first look means to me. 

Similarly, the second image is simple but fitted enough. It’s a two piece, a long hem lined skirt with a matching blouse/top, which recurs throughout the decade. Once again, the little detail of the buttons add a nice touch. Maybe that’s a strange thing to notice, but I really do love buttons, especially on sets like this. They add a nice little flair, and have to coordinate with the rest of the outfit. That may just be because I'm the type of person that focuses on small things. But it's because of people like this that we have to make sure everything is coordinated. The collar in both outfits is also high and very specific to the decade of the 1940s (and a bit before, as well as after), which matches the modest elegance I talked about.

That brings us to the end of this era. Thanks for reading and following around yall, and stay tuned for the next decade as we are approaching my favourites xx.

[ladybstardust]

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

movie review

overall, ★★★★★

OKAY, i’m just going to start this by saying that i absolutely loved this movie, like more than mockingjay part 1 and 2 i think… there i said it

i had a feeling this movie was going to be either a disappointment or really good and it definitely exceeded my expectations

casting

~ ★★★★☆

i truly believe the actors were perfect for their rules. there wasn’t one where i felt that their performance was a little lacking (although i did picture sejanus very differently but that’s just me).

there was more diversity than i was honestly expecting, which i appreciated. obviously, there’s always room for more but i thought they handled this quite well while still keeping it organic to the story. i feel like some people’s problems with diversity in films is that it can feel forced, like the creators are trying to tick all these boxes with things that they feel like they should include, so much so that it loses its meaning. this movie handled this quite well

soundtrack

~ ★★★★★

the soundtrack was really good in my opinion. i had a feeling when i saw that Sierra Ferrell and Billy Strings were some of the artists that were on it, it was going to be amazing. Rachel Zegler has a beautiful voice, i loved it so much. it had the perfect amount of grittiness for her character. i really enjoyed seeing the songs from the book come to life

plot

~★★★★☆

the movie was definitely fast paced. they were trying to fit the events of a 500 page book in under three hours. mockingjay had two long movies for a shorter book, so i wouldn’t have been mad if they decided to split this story into two parts. that being said, the subtle changes they made to speed things along didn’t feel like it dampened the story or altered it too much, so i wasn’t mad about this. still, i would’ve appreciated if we could take a step back and had a few slow moments as well

characters

~★★★★☆

because of the fast pace, some characters didn’t get as big of a moment as they did in the books, which was a little disappointing, but again, i do understand they were working with limited time

Tom Blythe really shined in his role. you can see in his facial expressions how Snow was becoming more and more unhinged as the movie went on, which was really incredible to see come to life

i’ve heard that some people thought the accent that Rachel Zegler used was a little cheesy, but i honestly loved it. it fit her character and matched the speech patterns that Lucy Gray has in the book. the covey travel around a lot, so it makes sense that she has a different, even hybrid accent that we’re hearing

costumes

~★★★★★

i thought these were really well done. it had all the outrageousness of the capitol, but not to the extreme that we see in the original trilogy because obviously, these characters are just coming out of the war. i think they captured this quite well

the show stopper was definitely Lucy Gray’s dress. it fit the book description perfectly without looking too stupid. it genuinely looked like something the character would wear

Tigris’ outfits were really stunning too, especially since she works in fashion. Hunter Schafer did an amazing job playing her as well, despite the minimal scene time she got

i could go on, but i think i’m going to stop here for now. i’m trying to say as much as i can without spoiling anything

i definitely recommend seeing this movie, i would honestly go again today if i could. this is finding a place in my annual hunger games marathon for sure

[albertserra]

hi! you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, no worries—but i'm curious what you generally like/dislike about living in DC? i just got a job offer there and it's a big move, so i want to ask around first. i like public transit, if that helps.

this is hard since i feel like something like a place to live is so subjective lmao but ill try

likes

public transit is like. mostly good? i can get pretty much anywhere within the heart of the city that i need to go using the metro, just with some walking added on which i dont mind. I don't use the busses but theyre there and thats whats needed to get around outside the major parts of the city. its also clean. dont expect it to be as fast or convenient as nyc. its more sparse and trains dont run as often. its also much more expensive (trips can be up to $6 based on distance). i like it personally but theres definitely a *lot* of room for improvement. theres constant track work that can interfere with commutes and the replacement shuttles suck a lot of the time.

its a city so like there are gay people. i feel mostly comfortable walking around visibly gnc to a point but ive been heckled and shouted at and whispered about and stared at and laughed at. lowkey sexually harassed once. never anything more direct and nothing physical but thats my personal experience. its way less prevalent/common than in nyc in my experience. keep in mind i have my own reservations about presentation that im still trying to work through so im not always super feminine, dont wear dresses etc, even my heels are usually more tame like boots and stuff. so i dont go through what visibly trans women or more outwardly gnc people likely go through. ive done pda in the city and no one cared.

i like some of the theaters (afi even though its a trek, angelika, theres a landmark but it kinda sucks but the programming is ok sometimes). some of the museums sometimes do really interesting film programming

museums can be cool but this is also very subjective. they can also get old quick.

dislikes

theaters are limited. will never compete with nyc or LA. no real film festival on the level of nyff. if you care about this you *will* miss interesting releases that dont go wide enough to hit dc. I was begging on my hands and knees for Memoria for months until it finally came here for a week. restorations are much less likely to screen here.

its the capital. you will brush shoulders with government employees and lots of military soldiers and employees and whatever. the pentagon literally has a metro stop. i still want to shoot someone when i see a bunch of uniformed navy/army/air force people on my train. people you encounter may actively or passively participate in the various crimes of the state and not blink an eye. obviously not everyone is like this, if the palestine protests are anything to go by there are a bunch of dissenters and leftists etc but like be aware that these people are here. in a similar vein, military contractors are also rampant here.

being the capital the tourists are also a different... flavor... than in other cities ive been in/to. ive seen high school tour groups buying and wearing a bunch of maga hats as edgy post-irony jokes. then theres ofc the very serious hardcore nationalists. shit like that. on a related note. oomf has an israeli journalist (for a right wing publication of course) that regularly comes into his place of work.

its expensive. but my main frame of reference city-wise is nyc and its not nearly on that level (yet).

[diemon]

Accessories, Torso, Waist!

Wardrobe Meme.<3

Accessories: Are there general accessories like shades, handbags, backpacks, or jewelry they like to wear? What are their preferences?

evelynn lives to accessorize . its tastes are rich , preferring to buy designer or limited edition trends . articulated finger claws are its vibe-- you'll never find it without its claws . they're metallic and sharp <3 . its also is a big fan of sunglasses , normally wearing them regardless of setting or weather . it'll be that one person wearing them inside , although it's reason is functional to a point . evelynn's eyes are eerily bright , a symbol of its demonic heritage . it's eyes are also super sensitive to sun so . . . so it'll cover them up with a trendy pair of cat eye sun glasses . it's eyes are also super sensitive to sun so . . . they're helpful and sexy .

Torso: What kind of tops does your muse prefer? Shirts? Sweaters? Elegant or casual? Also, are there any favorite colors, motives, or brands?

big , rich instagram baddy energy here . you'll never find evelynn dressed down . what's the point to wearing clothes if you can't show off or make someone else look bad ?? it loves furs -- opting to wear real furs and leathers just to fuck with people's ethical lines . it has no sense of ethical consumption or ethical boundaries when it comes to materials or styles . evelynn is comfortable showing plenty of skin , wearing lots of crops , lace , and corset tops . leathers , satins , and mesh . more often than not , it'll dress in layers because it just looks so much more luxurious . as previously said -- if its expensive or sought after ( and undeniably sexy ) , it's hers .

Waist: Do they wear belts? What style and material?

sure !! first : leather , obviously . it's into a few different styles ; belt buckles with snakes are a huge hit . snakes in general are just a style motif for it . chunky chains and locks are another style it wears -- symbolizing its chastity . it loves playing with human's expectations ( and allusions to its true nature ) and weaving symbols throughout its style . lastly , waist corset belts -- just a complete boss bitch vibe .