#bc the sides are pleated and it's a whole cloth garment so there's not like. a place to put pockets other than the front

[thedreadvampy]

I truly do not understand why. divorced from gender and from aesthetics. anyone wears trousers.

like listen. Many people say to me "Ruth you are so femme you are so girly you love to wear skirts whereas I, because I am a Practical Person Who Cares Not How I Look, love to wear trousers and shorts"

and yes I have my femme moments indeed. I am periodically quite femme, very aesthetically led, yes I am vain and guided by the whims of style, yes, thank you for noticing. but also. a good skirt (and bike shorts/leggings/stockings as needed) is literally superior in every respect to trousers or leggings

doesn't dig in when you sit down. doesn't change shape at the waist. easy to fit. sits where your waist is not where somebody arbitrarily decided your waist should be (halfway down your hips)

in a skirt and leggings you have 100% the range of motion you would have naked. high kick all you want. scramble over a fence no bother. in jeans it is often a struggle to get my foot up far enough to tie my shoes and I'm not even wearing skinnies.

crotch freedom. unexpected period? you have bought yourself time before it shows. have a dick? not obviously! prone to irritation? YOU ARE FREE.

pockets. if trousers sit tight on your hips (and most of them do) everything falls out of your pockets immediately when you move your legs. you have to take them down to sit on the loo and again everything falls out. put on a nice loose skirt with big inseam pockets. everything you put in your pockets is staying there. the only limit on depth of pocket is length of skirt.

also if you buy a skirt and it DOESN'T have pockets it is almost universally WAY easier to add sturdy in-seam pockets to skirts than trousers

almost unlimited options vis a vis fabric, cut and weight. you can make skirts out of anything

piss easy to make. some skirts are literally just a sheet of fabric. some are two rectangles and a waistband.

oh but what if people see my knickers? THEY WON'T FOOL THIS IS WHY YOU ARE WEARING LEGGINGS AND/OR BIKE SHORTS. that and because of thigh rub. and for warmth.

all the advantages of leggings but you have pockets and a stylish silhouette. and your butt is covered if that is of concern to you.

I cannot overstate how much more comfortable and freemoving a good skirt is than a similarly decent pair of trousers. oh trousers are more practical for Masculine Practicalities than skirts are they? COME OVER HERE AND SAY IT TO THE SCOTS. INDIANS. MAYA. GREEKS. GHANAIANS. JAVANESE.

also. and I feel like this should go without saying. if you don't have a dick and you need to piss outside a skirt is 1000% easier than anything with legs. also oh I wanna change to go in the sea? PSYCH I LITERALLY CHANGED UNDER MY SKIRT WHILE WE WERE TALKING.

lecture concluded don't EVER call me frivolous or impractical for wearing skirts. I'm frivolous and impractical for many other reasons but if you want practical clothing I swear you'll be so much happier in a kilt and leggings than jeans.

#red said #a kilt is almost the perfect skirt #it's warm it hangs good it's comfortable and it affords you a full range of motion without flapping up in the wind #UNFORTUNATELY #unless you commit to the sporran. which doesn't offer nearly as much pocket space as you'd think. #or go the utilikilt rpute #it's just no good for pockets #bc the sides are pleated and it's a whole cloth garment so there's not like. a place to put pockets other than the front #which is honestly the only reason i don't wear kilts constantly in the winter #but. a circle skirt a skater skirt or a pleated skirt with seam pockets are all PERFECT

[lyb-s]

pet play with dom!felix :(( + size kink 🥺 + voice kink 😳

i hope that’s not too much :cc maybe u could write it ><.

{again, advanced sorry bc i’m not experienced haha btw hhyjloml helped me and gave me some ideas HAHA deadass carried me throughout this whole thing}

[female reader!]

feline // l.f.l 

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You already felt below inferior the moment Felix walked through the open door and immediately spotted his little kitten all curled up, knees tucked in and plush lips letting out minuscule sounds. He couldn’t have adored you more as he saw what you were wearing. A pleated white skirt paired with a matching top completely covered the light peachy lingerie set under. Your creamy white stockings rode up until the parts of your thighs that he loved to mark. A fluffy, snowy tail coming up from behind you complimenting the fuzzy ivory set of ears clipped into your hair which he sometimes pulls on gently. You sure did look angelic, but something was missing..

The little pink collar you took off earlier was being gripped by his slightly vascular hands. He sat on one of the rest chairs in the room, legs lounging while his upper body hunched over slightly, elbows resting on his thighs. “Kitten?” he called out, making you flinch your head to his direction. “Come here.” his presence was inviting yet serious as you come him, bestowing yourself on your knees. You looked up at him with round and curious eyes, lips slightly parted out of capriciousness. He returned your gaze observantly. You were always small to him, whether that would be through words or physical presence. Frail. Little. Sensitive. Looking up at him like this made you feel like he could turn you into mush.

It was almost out of instinct, the way you lift your chin up as soon as his hands reached out to graze his fingertips upon your neck. He strapped the choker around it, the tiny bell piece ringing quietly. “How many times do I have to tell you, you can’t take this off until I allow it?” his little smile as he scolded you made butterflies clutter around your stomach. “Why take it off? You look so pretty in it.” He rubbed under your chin, attaining slow and soft blinks from you. He trailed the tips of his fingers along the crevices of your neck and clavicle, adjusting the leather ruff until you felt light and delighted from his loving tiny touch.

Wordlessly, he gave you a glass half-filled with milk. “Drink.” He solely commanded. He held the glass and tipped it upon your parted lips, making you gulp and finish everything in one go. “Good girl.” he praised using that damned low and sultry voice again, making your cheeks flush pink and fumble your legs closed. He noticed this while your eyes averted away from him, hand coming up to soothe behind your ears with a small smirk. Another thing he noticed was the smudged milk on the corner of your lips, thumb lowering down there to wipe it away. He lifted your chin up again and teasingly kissed you on that same spot before before delving back into your velvety lips in an addicting kiss, a small whimper erupting from you as you couldn’t get enough of him. Like a switch that turned on, you suddenly needed him so bad your core started to feel different.

He decided to test the waters a bit and deepen the kiss one more time, drinking in your little whines before pulling away and leaving only a few inches of distance between both of your lips. You could feel his cold breath. “Is my little kitten needy?” He asked, tugging your collar with his index finger to bring you up closer to his face, the rasp of his voice making you feel weaker than you already are.

You nodded bashfully, unable to express the fact that his voice left you wanting more of him. “Words, love.” the newfound pet name had you heating up as you finally spoke.

“Y-yes, please, master.” and he couldn’t resist your faintly pouty face, carrying your petite and vulnerable figure in his warm arms and laying you down tenderly on the mattress.

He’s a man who takes his time to work you up more than you already are. He rolls his sleeves up, few buttons left unbuttoned before he gradually starts to hover over your helpless self. He almost caged you under his body, working hickeys down to the spots on your neck that make you let out the sweetest mewls down to your thighs that looked so soft he almost salivated. 

“Please stop teasing, master..” you whined to him weakly, shirt off and tossed somewhere after he left subtle marks on your chest and abdomen. His hands caressed over your thighs as he started nipping down on the flesh close to your heat. The sound of your begging turned him on more as he made you gasp, he abruptly puts his hands under your thighs and pushes them so your knees were closer to your chest but still spread open to expose your clothed cunt. Your skirt was riding up past your hips at this point, one hand coming up to rub your drenched clit through the flimsy pink underwear.

“Kitten, you’re soaking...” he rasped, the slight stimulation already making you melt into small and soft moans while he spoke. 

“Please d-do something about it, it hurts..” your voice small as you plead. He chose to be nice and slide your lacy garment off and hurled it somewhere else. Your desperate and visibly clenching pussy was on display for him, his hunger for your taste became insatiable as he dragged his tongue up your sopping folds. The way you whimpered consecutively encouraged him to slowly slide a digit in your tight heat.

He looked up at you the whole time, the delight in his lustful eyes emitting a stronger blush on the apples of your cheeks. He pulled away a bit. “You sound so cute, kitten, you know that?” the way he spoke mixed with shame and praise had your hips quivering. You failed miserably at holding your sounds back,  your head turned to the side as you moan submissively. “Whimpering like a little bitch in heat.”

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, easing in another finger as he set a slow pace and pinned your little hips down further into the bed. He lapped you up, the constant pleasure disrupting your ability to answer as you heaved out small pants.

“Y-you, master. I only belong to you.” your words came out breathlessly and upon hearing them his hard-on got a bit more unbearable. He started flicking his tongue along the more sensitive parts of your heat as he curled his fingers to tease your sweet spot, the volume of your whines increasing as the pleasure became overwhelming. Fresh tears seeped out to your waterline as you hopelessly called out his name, your brain corrupted with the constant feeling of Felix working sinful yet divine oral between your trembling thighs.

Your high started to build up quickly, Felix earning cries from your swollen lips which sound like music to him. “M-master, please..-”

“Is kitten going to cum on my tongue, hm?” he asked tauntingly before sucking on your bundle of nerves harshly, making it harder and harder for you to suppress your orgasm until you have his direct approval. “Go ahead, love.”

You let out a small, high-pitched cry as you came messily, which he cleaned up with the help of his sweetened tongue. He kept licking you up until you were inaudibly begging him to stop. He wiped tears off your face that you didn’t realize were there. In his eyes, the clouded and slightly tattered appearance of you was worthy of worship. He loved seeing you ruined like this; and him being the secretly ravenous person he is, he wanted more.

“We were just starting, little one.”

(sorry if it left it at a cliffhanger i didn’t know how to continue it <//3 i also made a mistake by saying the readers gender was unspecified but i didnt notice so i had to edit it again, sorry!! )

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