#feel this is an example of that specifically in the waist and chest area

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

3d Kyoko in different outfits I put her in. Cus why not.

[nymphex]

How-to: Stay healthy while on a calorie deficit

Meal Ideas Breakfast:

Egg White Omelet with Veggies

3 large egg whites: ~51 calories

1 cup spinach: ~7 calories

1/2 cup mushrooms: ~8 calories

1 small tomato: ~16 calories Total: ~82 calories

Greek Yogurt with Berries

1/2 cup non-fat Greek yogurt: ~50 calories

1/4 cup fresh berries: ~20 calories

1 tsp chia seeds: ~20 calories Total: ~90 calories

Lunch:

Zucchini Noodles with Marinara and Lean Turkey

1 medium zucchini (spiralized): ~33 calories

1/2 cup marinara sauce: ~60 calories

3 oz ground turkey (lean, cooked): ~150 calories Total: ~243 calories

Vegetable Stir-Fry with Tofu

1 cup bell peppers: ~24 calories

1 cup broccoli: ~55 calories

1/2 cup zucchini: ~17 calories

1/4 block firm tofu: ~94 calories

1 tsp olive oil: ~40 calories Total: ~230 calories

Dinner:

Salad with Grilled Chicken

2 cups mixed greens: ~10 calories

1/2 cup cucumber: ~8 calories

1/2 cup cherry tomatoes: ~15 calories

3 oz grilled chicken breast: ~140 calories

1 tbsp balsamic vinaigrette: ~30 calories Total: ~203 calories

Vegetable Soup

1 cup vegetable broth: ~10 calories

1/2 cup carrots: ~25 calories

1/2 cup celery: ~8 calories

1/2 cup green beans: ~20 calories

1/2 cup white beans: ~100 calories Total: ~163 calories

Snacks:

Sliced Veggies with Hummus

1/2 cup carrot sticks: ~25 calories

2 tbsp hummus: ~70 calories Total: ~95 calories

Apple Slices with Nut Butter

1 small apple: ~55 calories

1 tbsp almond butter: ~98 calories Total: ~153 calories

Supplements and Nutrient Boosts Make sure you don't lose out on your essential vitamins, those are crucial for your physical and mental health - for example, some help get rid of brain fog, insomnia and/or trouble staying asleep **and you'll feel more energized which means you'll be able to move around more!** + workouts! (You don't want your muscles to hurt when you're working out.)

Multivitamin: Covers daily nutritional gaps, including essential vitamins and minerals.

Omega-3 Fatty Acids: supports heart health and reduces inflammation.

Vitamin D3: vital for bone health and immune function.

Magnesium Supplement: supports muscle function and prevents cramps. (it also helps with period cramps!)

Calcium Supplement: crucial for bone health and muscle function. MUST have optimal levels of calcium at all times, trust me, hypocalcemia is no fun.

Probiotics: aids digestion and gut health.

B-Complex Vitamins: supports energy metabolism. **no, calories in pills DON'T COUNT.**

Workout Routine

Focus Areas: Building Muscle, Slimming Tummy, Burning Fat

1. Strength Training (3-4 times a week):

Deadlifts (3 sets of 8-10 reps): Full-body strength, focuses on legs, back, and core.

Squats (3 sets of 12-15 reps): Targets legs and glutes, helps build lower body strength.

Lunges (3 sets of 12-15 reps per leg): Engages glutes, hamstrings, and quads.

Push-Ups (3 sets of 10-12 reps): Strengthens chest, shoulders, and triceps.

Plank (3 sets, hold for 30-60 seconds): Core exercise that also engages shoulders and glutes.

Russian Twists (3 sets of 20 twists): Focuses on obliques and core, helps slim the waist.

2. Cardio (4-5 times a week):

High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT):

20-30 minutes per session, alternating between intense bursts (e.g., sprinting) and short recovery periods (e.g., walking).

Steady-State Cardio:

30-45 minutes of moderate intensity (e.g., jogging, cycling, swimming).

3. Core-Specific Workouts (3 times a week):

Bicycle Crunches (3 sets of 15-20 reps): Engages the entire core.

Leg Raises (3 sets of 15 reps): Targets the lower abs.

Mountain Climbers (3 sets of 20 reps): Full-body cardio move with core focus.

4. Flexibility and Recovery (2-3 times a week):

Yoga or Stretching: 20-30 minutes of flexibility exercises to enhance recovery and prevent injury.

Total Daily Calories

Average Calorie Intake: ~900-1200 calories This range is low, so it’s very important to monitor how your body responds and adjust as needed to avoid negative health effects.

Important Reminders:

Listen to Your Body: Regardless of what's promoted in the community, or how quickly you see others reacing their GW's, always prioritize your health over rapid results. If you feel fatigued, dizzy, or unwell, it’s essential to reassess your calorie intake or exercise intensity.

Stay Hydrated: Drink plenty of water throughout the day to stay hydrated, aid digestion, and support overall metabolism. (no, energy drinks and coffee doesn't count)

Rest and Sleep: Ensure you’re getting 7-9 hours of quality sleep each night to support recovery and overall well-being.

Self-Compassion: Remember that progress takes time. Be kind to yourself and celebrate every small victory along the way. You don't just become the butterfly overnight. Turn it into a lifestyle, rather than a fast road.

BONUS: How to get through a plateau Hitting a weight loss plateau can be frustrating and discouraging, but it's a common part of the journey. Here’s how to overcome it: 1. Reassess Your Calorie Intake

Track Your Calories: Double-check your food portions and calorie counts. As you lose weight, your body needs fewer calories, so what worked before might need adjusting.

Create a Small Calorie Deficit: If you’ve been consistent with your calorie intake, consider reducing it slightly—by about 100-200 calories per day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Metabolism Days!!!

Prevent Metabolic Adaptation: When you're on a calorie deficit for an extended period, your body can adapt by slowing down your metabolism. Metab days help to "trick" your body into thinking it's getting enough fuel, which can prevent or reverse this slowdown.

Boost Hormones: Eating more can temporarily boost levels of leptin, a hormone that plays a key role in regulating hunger and metabolism. Higher leptin levels can help increase energy expenditure.

Mental Break: It provides a psychological break from restrictive eating, making it easier to stick to your overall diet plan.

How to Implement Metab Days

Increase Calories: On metab days, you increase your calorie intake to maintenance level or slightly above. This can be an increase of 300-500 calories depending on your usual intake.

Focus on Carbohydrates: Many people use metab days to increase their carbohydrate intake because carbs can have a more significant impact on leptin levels. This might include adding foods like whole grains, starchy vegetables, and fruits.

Frequency: Metab days can be done once a week or once every two weeks, depending on your dieting strategy and how long you’ve been in a calorie deficit.

Stay Active: Continue with your regular exercise routine, as this will help ensure the extra calories are used effectively and support muscle growth and recovery.

Example of a Metab Day Plan

Breakfast: Whole-grain pancakes with fruit and a dollop of Greek yogurt.

Snack: A smoothie made with banana, oats, and almond milk.

Lunch: Grilled chicken wrap with avocado, lettuce, and a side of sweet potato fries.

Snack: Handful of nuts and a piece of fruit.

Dinner: Salmon with quinoa and roasted vegetables.

Dessert: A small portion of dark chocolate or a fruit salad.

Benefits

Prevents Plateaus: By occasionally boosting your calorie intake, you help keep your metabolism more active, which can prevent weight loss plateaus.

Improves Energy Levels: A day with more food can help restore energy levels, making it easier to maintain high-intensity workouts.

Supports Mental Health: It provides a mental break from constant restriction, which can improve adherence to your diet in the long term.

Caution

Avoid Overeating: The goal is to eat more than on a typical day, but not to binge. Keep the increase controlled and within a reasonable range.

Monitor Progress: Track how your body responds to metab days. If you notice consistent weight gain, you may need to adjust the frequency or calorie increase.

Metab days can be a useful tool in a structured weight loss or fitness plan, helping to maintain a healthy metabolism and support long-term success. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

2. Shake Up Your Workout Routine

Increase Intensity: Push yourself a bit harder in your workouts. Try adding more weight to strength training or increasing the speed/intensity of your cardio.

Incorporate HIIT: High-Intensity Interval Training is effective for breaking plateaus. Short bursts of intense exercise followed by rest can boost your metabolism.

Change the Type of Exercise: If you’ve been doing the same workouts for a while, your body may have adapted. Try a new activity like swimming, boxing, or cycling to challenge different muscle groups.

3. Prioritize Strength Training

Build More Muscle: Muscle burns more calories at rest than fat, so incorporating more strength training can help rev up your metabolism. Focus on compound movements like squats, deadlifts, and bench presses.

4. Revise Your Macros

Adjust Protein Intake: Ensure you’re getting enough protein, as it helps preserve muscle mass while you lose fat. Consider increasing protein slightly while reducing carbs or fats.

Consider Carb Cycling: This involves varying your carbohydrate intake on different days—higher carbs on workout days and lower carbs on rest days.

5. Manage Stress Levels

Stress and Cortisol: High stress can increase cortisol, which may lead to weight gain or hinder weight loss. Incorporate stress-reducing activities like yoga, meditation, or even simple deep-breathing exercises.

Adequate Sleep: Lack of sleep can affect hunger hormones and lead to weight gain. Aim for 7-9 hours of quality sleep per night.

6. Hydrate Properly

Drink More Water: Sometimes, the body retains water, which can mask fat loss. Drinking more water helps reduce water retention and supports metabolic processes.

7. Cycle Your Caloric Intake

Calorie Cycling: Vary your calorie intake throughout the week. For example, eat at maintenance level (or slightly above) for a couple of days and then go back to a deficit. This can prevent your metabolism from adapting too much to a low-calorie diet.

8. Mind Your Eating Habits

Avoid Mindless Eating: Be mindful of snacks and portion sizes. It’s easy to consume extra calories without realizing it.

Intermittent Fasting: Consider trying intermittent fasting, where you eat all your meals within a specific time window (e.g., 8 hours). This can help control calorie intake and improve insulin sensitivity.

9. Evaluate Your Overall Health

Check Hormonal Balance: Hormonal issues like thyroid dysfunction can contribute to a plateau. If you suspect a problem, consult with a healthcare provider.

Check for reproductive issues - such as PCOS (can make you gain weight easier and/or have a hard time losing weight)

Consider Metabolism Testing: Some fitness centers or health clinics offer metabolism testing, which can give you insight into how many calories you should be consuming.

10. Stay Patient and Persistent

Reframe the Plateau: Understand that a plateau is your body’s way of adjusting to new changes. It’s a sign that you might need to mix things up but doesn’t mean your progress has stopped permanently.

Track Non-Scale Victories: Pay attention to how your clothes fit, your energy levels, and your body measurements. Progress can be happening in ways other than the scale.

11. Consider a Break

Diet Break: Taking a break from a strict calorie deficit for a week or two (eating at maintenance) can reset your metabolism and reduce stress, making it easier to resume weight loss afterward.

12. Stay Consistent

Stick to Your Plan: Even if the scale isn’t moving, staying consistent with healthy eating and exercise is crucial. Over time, the plateau will likely break.

Remember, patience and consistency are key. Weight loss plateaus are normal, and with the right adjustments, you can push through and continue progressing toward your goals. This isn't talked about enough here, and if this helped anyone, then it's what makes me the happiest. You don't have to make yourself get sicker, just to feel valid. Remember, being healthy and having your vitamins in check is most important, as your energy levels will be optimized. More energy -> more moving around -> more calories burnt!

[streetkid-named-desire]

Preliminary results from the Cyberpunk 2077 modded body diversity survey - Part 1: Fem V

Hey hi hello. If you haven't responded to this survey or haven't shared among your friends or spaces about Cyberpunk 2077, do it now! I very, very, desperately need more responses.

I have someone helping me with the data viz to do some different analysis. In the meantime, however, I'm going to post some screenshots of some of the graphs and some of the most common phrases and sentiments I've seen. Also wow it is harder to generate a word cloud than I thought.

Some charts

Some of these are cherry picked simply because the responses aren't relevant/are intended to be used for further analysis of other responses.

Here is something I want to highlight. The majority of respondents to this question are using the default Vanilla or default VTK body.

The first three were the canned responses, and I left an "Other" for people to write in comments. Here are some ones I want to point out.

"I don't like the emphasis on small waist and big tits"

"I like having V be visibly strong but not breasting boobily"

"Most of the body mods are too sexualized/extreme for my tastes"

"I'm just starting to use mods and just haven't gotten to using body mods specifically yet - I really want to try out the flat chest, vanilla small, and solo body mods though because the default or larger boob mods trigger me in a lot of ways, also I feel like my nonbinary V would prefer a smaller/flat chest"

"it's so much extra effort to use and advocate for a enby body in a virtual world when I already do it in real life and the modding community seems focused on pretty and feminine styles anyway"

"most of the other body types lean towards objectification and ridiculousness"

Out of 92 respondents, over half would choose to use small breasts or flat chest.

Are there any body types you would like to see created? For example: flat chest with narrower hips, more fat in different places.

Here is a word cloud where I categorized the sentiments (as best I could because I'm doing this by fucking hand)

Here are some excerpts

"Pear shape, meaning wide hips (with hip dips included) larger butt, thicker thighs, WITHOUT the addition of big breasts."

"I would love to see more realistic body shapes and variety. Really I'm down for anything that's NOT the models that look like plastic surgery addicts"

"Flat chest with narrow hips, or any type of body with wider shoulders."

"Thicker arms, thicker legs, thicker waist, but maybe a smaller chest."

"Greater variety of flat-chested and/or small-breasted bodies"

"Definitely bodies that aren't skinny or BBL shaped for fV."

"I use EBBPRB but would love those breasts and butt with a bigger waist, a bit more of a tummy. Heck I would move over to vanilla big breasts if that means getting a body with a bigger waist area all around."

"definitely would like to see more ‘bigger’ bodies but more bodies focusing on flatter chests would be cool too. y’know, more natural looking than just big tits and ass."

"Waiting for a mid-size mod that has chubby details like love handles and belly"

"Vanilla Big chest with curvier hips! A more natural, balanced body."

"just more realistic bodies ! and true bodies, not shitty xl when i can remove like a machine, i want fat girls, skinny without hips, small boobs but big tighs … let us be creative !"

"Broadly more diversity would be awesome. It'd be fun to see something like Rhino's body type available for fem-v, for instance. Some actually fat bodies would be good too (as seen on npcs)."

"more realistic body types; pear shapes, average waists and hips, maybe even some cellulite? ik cbp is filled with plastic surgery and that’s not really the issue here, it’s just that some people also like their female character bodies to not be walking titties and ass"

"I'd like to see a body that's stocky and buff, with natural looking muscles. As is most fem bodies look very anime girl, and the buff ones look very dehydrated. Honestly stocky builds in general would be nice"

Any other comments about the current variety of bodies available?

I cannot use a word cloud for this because it is annoying having to write the same phrase over and over and over again. I started, but then summarizing as "too many big breast bodies" just got tiresome.

The overwhelming sentiment:

Too many big breast and big ass bodies!

Here are some highlights:

"Too much of the same thing in different packages"

"the lack of representation for other body types hurts me personally. with how many variants there are of big boobs and big butts it seems like if your character doesnt have those then they arent worthy or good enough."

"We're good on the big tits, guys! We got that covered!"

"i love boobs but i'm tired of boobs"

"Too many big boob/big butt variants that look cartoonish."

"Just want more realistic women body not the “ideal” or fantasy type bodies"

"No business being as many as rn if half of them looks the same. Good effort from Hyst but og big breast was already enough imo, angel, push up, ebbn are just three kids hidden in a trench coat. Would be amazing if we had someone focused on something else than pumping up breasts"

"I'm a bisexual woman. I fucking love tits. But can we please have less tits. I think we really progressed past the need of so much tits."

"ngl kind of sick of seeing another overly sexualised big breasted bodies popping up on the nexus"

"all the giant boobs/small waist/Kardashian ass mods for fem V are overwhelming. I don't mind if that's really what the majority of people prefer but like, is it really? also big breasts in reality are not nearly so perky and often are not paired with such a tiny waist. I think this fandom would greatly benefit from a bit more reality and diversity in body type mods"

"alienating. there's an ideal and I sure ain't it"

"It's kind of obvious many are made by cismen for a cismale gaze."

These are some I want to highlight, mostly because they're longer and I want to give them their own space outside the list.

While i appreciate the work that goes into making body mods and in a way almost all are beautiful in their own way it's almost all the same. Making a body "better" means in most cases just bigger boobs. Not only for player bodies but you also can see that in the NPC "enhancements". And while it's not surprising it's still a little disheartening that this is in this fandom as well the beauty standards. Because of that female character that fit into these standards are also mostly much more appreciated than characters that might be unique or interesting in other ways but don't have these bodies. Which can also feel disheartening as well for the woman who put much love and thought into her character or even made her after herself.

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I'm happy there's variety especially for the boob and butt fandom because you do you and I myself might use one in the future for some oc, but I wish there were also more clearly gender non conforming/trans bodies and also more realistic/''natural'' looking feminine bodies where the breast size isn't the only thing that changes - muscles like in solo, more fat/less fat etc… I know first hand that refits are a massive effort and I wouldn't expect every mod to cater to every single body…because modders might want to offer it but often do not have infinite time and the troubleshooting/testing cycle can be a hell of a lot of work even for a bunch of bodies, when you're doing it all by yourself. So more likely it would have to be a community endeavor, let's be realistic - but having the bodies in the first place would be still a nice starting point I think.

That's all I got the spoons for today. I'll have a nice fancy thing in a lil PDF once it's completely ready.

I'll post the masc results another day when I have spoons. It is similar but most notably people wanting dad bods and chubbier masc v bodies.

[kiigan]

nsfw headcanons @konohadaddies requested: beg — do they like making their partner(s) beg? do they like begging their partner?

ㅤBeing the master manipulator he is, in and out of the genjutsu arts, Itachi definitely knows how to beg very prettily and very convincingly. He knows what to say, how to say it, and is very talented at putting up a perfectly innocent/needy expression and even to throw in pouty lips and fluttering eyelashes if need be (and lbr his eyelashes are a weapon in and of itself). It is something he enjoys doing, because it indirectly builds on his constant need for control - it feels kind of like a power high, to realize he has the ability to get his partner to do what he wants by simply asking/begging them to do it (provided all parts involved are willing and consenting, of course!).

ㅤThe other way around, i.e., making his partner beg, doesn't happen as often - not really because he doesn't enjoy it, rather because he is quite submissive during intimacy and being the one begging comes more naturally to him. Nonetheless, he can also be an absolute little shit - and, in these circumstances, he will certainly enjoy his partner begging him to stop the goddamn teasing and move things along, for example.

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body — what is their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner(s)'? are there any specific body parts they like to pay special attention to (ex. feet, hands, ass, etc)? where are their erogenous zones? where are they most sensitive?

ㅤUhhh Itachi doesn't really have a favorite body part of his own. There are parts he uses a lot for seduction, such as his eyes and his hands/fingers and his mouth/lips, but they are a means to an end more than something he stops to give much attention to, so to speak.

ㅤAs for his partner, he does love a beautiful and attractive chest, irrespective of the partner's gender. Because a chest makes for a wonderful pillow! And allows for wonderful snuggles, too. He also tends to be very attracted to nice and shapely thighs, again irrespective of gender and also irrespective of something like body weight. Pretty thighs come in all shapes and sizes. Something else he loves to gaze at is his partner's smile and their eyes.

ㅤDuring intimacy, he doesn't necessarily focus on a specific area or spot, unless he knows his partner is particularly sensitive there and enjoys being stimulated there. Otherwise, he spreads attention among the most usual areas such as chest, belly, thighs, etc. One semi-related thing he does love to do is taking his time to map out the contour and shape of his body's partner and to memorize every little detail - like tracing their ribs, feeling the lines of their jaw, following the path of their spine, etc.

ㅤAs for erogenous zones, in general, he is very sensitive on his neck and the end of his back, and these two areas are definitely quick and sure ways to get him going. Also, he is big fan of having his partner placing their hands on his hips - not as much as being sensitive there, but because the gesture is very intimate and feels very comfortable to him. Likewise, he is big fan of his partner casually having an arm wrapped around his waist, for example when they're outside going for a walk together.

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dirty talk — are they turned on by dirty talk? turned off by dirty talk? is there anything they like their partner(s) to appeal to when talking dirty with them?

ㅤItachi is a dirty talk elitist lmao. In the sense that common expressions like you're so hot, you make me so hard/wet tend to leave him extremely unimpressed. In fact, if you tell him something low-effort like you're so hot, there is a high chance you're gonna be answered back with a sassy thank you, i'm aware.

ㅤWhich isn't to say he does not appreciate dirty talk, per se, but it has to be done right. It has to be ingenious, preferably, and above all, it has to be meaningful and heartfelt. Something that speaks to him, particularly, rather than something that can be tossed at just anybody. And something that works really well with him, actually, is to make the talk about the reactions he's displaying - because it shows his partner is paying attention to, and enjoying, said reactions that they're provoking in him. Your compliment made him blush? Point it out and talk dirty about it. You touched him somewhere that made him squirm or whimper? Point it out and talk dirty about it. You can feel how worked up he's getting with everything you're doing to him? Point it out and talk dirty about it. Give him facts and "proof" that you are entirely devoted to being there with him, at that moment, doing all those things, and that will surely make him melt.

ㅤAs for himself, he is really not one to use dirty talk. One, because his strict upbringing makes it not sit well with him. But, essentially, because Itachi is someone who works much more on a show, don't tell basis - be it during intimacy/sex or during his general life. More than talking dirty, there is a myriad other things he can use his mouth for in seducing/pleasuring his partner. Nonetheless, there are some occasions when he'll toss in a cheeky remark about the effect he is having on his partner.

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kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?

Already answered [here]!

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marks — do they like being marked? do they like marking their partners?

ㅤYes to both! Not in the sense of i marked you because I own you/you belong to me, because Itachi really does not appreciate being objectified nor objectifying others, but in the sense of said marks being lasting proof of what happened during that lovemaking/make-out session.

ㅤIt's a sort of badge of honor, so to speak. It's visual story-telling. If he looks at the mirror and sees marks - a bruise where his partner held too tight because they were going reckless with pleasure, a bite mark placed while his partner climaxed, hickeys and other kiss/suck marks all over his neck - he will immediately be reminded of how much he and his partner appreciate each other and how good that lovemaking/make-out was.

ㅤAnd, personally, he has no qualms about other people seeing those marks. Why should he ever be ashamed of the person he loves or of having a healthy and satisfying sex life! Everybody can look at it and deal with it.

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wet — do they like bath/shower sex? would they have sex in other bodies of water (pool, lake, ocean, etc)?

ㅤBath/shower is one of Itachi's favorite places for intimacy, actually! Doesn't even have to be real sex, there's just something both inherently erotic and inherently comforting about sharing a bath/shower with his partner. In fact, because he personally does not like feeling sweaty/sticky and usually likes to shower after sex (when it's feasible ofc), this is a win-win situation.

ㅤAs for other bodies of water, he does enjoy it as well but it will depend. He miiiiiiiiiiight do it in a public place, such as a swimming pool or the ocean by a busy beach, though it will take some cunning and perseverance on his partner's end to convince him. If he's alone with his partner somewhere watery and nice, though? Get in that water right now and make love to him, please and thank you.

[silurisanguine]

Victorian working women wore corsets whilst doing all their chores and daily activities, but they were designed for full range of movement, often replacing boning in areas with heavy cording that acted the same in terms of holding things in, but gave full movement. (I would kill to have one of those made). These supported their backs in ways we could appreciate today! There were even pregnancy corsets that helped a woman prevent a lot of back problems. My custom made corsets were heavenly. They fitted me like a glove, supported my large chest thanks to gore paneling and I could wear them all day without feeling any discomfort, unlike many bras i wear now. They were fully steel boned, with a majority of spring, plus solid at the back with a spoon busk at the front which was curved to give a more natural silhouette than those plank straight front types you see on fashion corsets. (though you can carefully bend those straight busks to be more flattering and natural. I've done that on a few OTP corsets I own).

Now i wear good quality OTP or Off the peg corsets (mostly underbust) and they can be comfortable if you know how to measure yourself to one and find a shape that works with your anatomy. If you have a short torso, long line corsets wont work and visa versa. Many cheaper fashion corsets use a 'modern' conical silhouette which gives a gentle waist cinch, but tends to press on the rib cage. An hourglass corset that cups the ribs and seems to have a more severe waist cinch can actually be far more comfortable, though it depends on your anatomy. An athletic torso with little bodyfat might find the modern conical shape more comfortable than a larger person who'd prefer the hourglass shape. See Timeless Trends Corsets for the variations available and a great example of a good OTP corset company. Avoid any corset company that sells corsets by standard clothing sizes - 10/12/14. Those are bad and will not do anything for you. You need corsets that are sold by waist measurements and you go for a size 2 to 4 inches smaller than your natural waist size. (eg if you have a 28" waist go for a 24 or 26" corset.) Avoid plastic boning, unless it specifically states it is synthetic whalebone that is used in historical replica corsetry. That is very different to the plastic in cheap corsets that will warp out of shape and cause pain to the wearer after a while. It will also have little to no support.

The corset above was a mass produced fashion corset that had too many flat steels that I swapped for springs and it instantly became more comfortable to wear, also giving a better waist reduction cinch. You can even get specialist dancers corsets with built in stretchy side panels for full range of leg movement! Badly made mass produced modern corsets cause a lot of the problems with people's perceptions, but the other issue is all the negative press about corsets from media. From 'documentaries' that try to prove historical corsets harmed people, using ill fitting corsets on models that of course are going to cause pain and citing studies that have been proven false. (See Lucy Corsetry for a deep dive into negative press on corsets.) Shows such as Brigerton have women from the damn regency period in full length late victorian shaped modern corsets! (regency wore very different type of long line 'corset' or half stays, that looked more like long line modern day bras.) And those corsets are not made for the actresses like they used to be for high end films. So again of course the actresses are going to complain about being uncomfortable in them.

I love my corsets and find them to be incredibly comfortable to wear because their cut works with my body shape, are the correct size for me and made with good quality construction. I can wear one all day and find i have far less back pain at the end of the day than if i didn't have one on. I swear by them at conventions when I'm on my feet nearly all day in costume.

"corsets are a barbaric painful tool of the patriarchy" says the era with sitting down pants and waist trainers and push up bras and brazilian butt lifts and preventative botox and full coverage foundation and no makeup makeup and full body waxing and and and and

[socialmedia987]

Shirt Size Chart | Find Your Ideal Fit Every Time

Finding the perfect shirt that fits you just right can sometimes feel like a challenge, especially when different brands have their own sizing standards. Understanding a shirt size chart is crucial for anyone shopping for clothes online or in-store. Whether you're looking for a T-shirt or a formal shirt, getting the right size can make a significant difference in comfort and style. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll dive into everything you need to know about shirt size charts so you can always pick the perfect fit.

Why Understanding a Shirt Size Chart is Important

A shirt size chart helps you find the right fit without having to try on multiple shirts. It allows you to compare your measurements with the brand’s sizing to select the shirt that best matches your body type. This is particularly useful when shopping online, where you can’t physically try on a shirt before purchasing it.

Additionally, knowing how to read a shirt size chart can prevent the frustration of returns or exchanges. By understanding your measurements, you can be confident that what you order will fit perfectly the first time.

How to Measure Yourself for the Perfect Fit

Before using any shirt size chart it's important to have your accurate body measurements. The key areas you should measure are:

Chest: Wrap the measuring tape around the fullest part of your chest under your armpits, and across your shoulder blades.

Waist: Measure around your natural waistline, usually just above your belly button.

Shoulder Width: Measure from one shoulder bone to the other across your upper back.

Sleeve Length: Start from the centre of the back of your neck and measure across your shoulder to your wrist.

Neck Circumference: Measure around the base of your neck where a collar would sit.

Once you have these measurements, you can easily find your size on a shirt size chart.

Understanding a Basic Shirt Size Chart

Most shirt size charts will include various sizes such as Small (S), Medium (M), Large (L), and Extra Large (XL). Some brands also offer more detailed sizes like 2XL, 3XL, or specific neck and sleeve measurements for dress shirts.

Here’s a standard shirt size chart for men’s T-shirts, broken down by size and measurement in inches:

Size

Chest (inches)

Waist (inches)

S

34-36

28-30

M

38-40

32-34

L

42-44

36-38

XL

46-48

40-42

2XL

50-52

44-46

By comparing your measurements with a shirt size chart, you can choose the size that will give you the best fit.

T-Shirt Size Chart for Men

Men’s T-shirts often come in various sizes, and it’s essential to refer to a t shirt size chart when buying casual wear. Different regions, such as the US, Europe, and India, may have slightly different sizing standards, so it’s always good to double-check the brand’s specific t shirt size chart.

In general, a men's shirt sizes chart will provide the following measurements:

Size

Chest (inches)

Shoulder Width (inches)

Length (inches)

S

34-36

16-17

27-28

M

38-40

17-18

28-29

L

42-44

18-19

29-30

XL

46-48

19-20

30-31

2XL

50-52

20-21

31-32

When checking a t shirt size chart for men, it’s also important to consider the shirt’s style. Slim-fit shirts will have a closer fit compared to regular or relaxed-fit shirts. If you’re in between sizes or prefer a looser fit, it may be wise to go one size up.

T-Shirt Size Chart in India

For those shopping in India, you may notice slight differences in sizing compared to international standards. The t shirt size chart India tends to follow a slightly smaller measurement scale than what you might find in the US or Europe. Here’s an example of a t shirt size chart India:

Size

Chest (inches)

Waist (inches)

S

32-34

26-28

M

36-38

30-32

L

40-42

34-36

XL

44-46

38-40

2XL

48-50

42-44

When shopping for men’s T-shirts in India, always refer to the t shirt size chart India to ensure you're picking the right size.

Tips for Selecting the Right Shirt Size

Choosing the correct size isn’t just about reading a shirt size chart. There are other factors to consider:

Fit Preference: Do you prefer a snug fit or a looser one? For a casual look, some may prefer a slightly larger size, while others prefer a more tailored look.

Fabric Type: Some materials, such as cotton, tend to shrink after the first wash, so factor that in when choosing your size.

Brand Differences: Always check the specific shirt size chart of the brand you’re buying from, as sizes can vary between manufacturers.

Layering: If you’re buying a shirt to layer with other clothing items, you may want to consider sizing up.

Men's Shirt Sizes Chart for Formal Wear

When it comes to formal shirts, getting the right fit is crucial. A men’s shirt sizes chart for formal wear will typically include additional measurements like neck circumference and sleeve length. Here’s an example:

Size

Neck (inches)

Sleeve Length (inches)

Chest (inches)

S

14-14.5

32-33

34-36

M

15-15.5

33-34

38-40

L

16-16.5

34-35

42-44

XL

17-17.5

35-36

46-48

2XL

18-18.5

36-37

50-52

Always refer to the men's shirt sizes chart before purchasing a formal shirt, especially if you need to wear it for professional or formal events.

Conclusion

Understanding a shirt size chart is essential for finding the perfect fit, whether you're shopping for casual T-shirts or formal shirts. By measuring your body and comparing it with the chart, you can confidently choose a shirt that not only fits well but also enhances your overall appearance. Don’t forget to check the specific t shirt size chart for the brand and region you’re buying from, as sizes can vary.

Now that you're equipped with all the knowledge about shirt size charts, you can easily navigate through different brands and styles to find shirts that suit your needs perfectly. Whether it's a t- shirt size chart for men, a t shirt size chart India, or a formal men’s shirt sizes chart, understanding these charts ensures you'll always look and feel your best.

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Why Are Dress Shirts So Uncomfortable?

Dress shirts are an indispensable part of every man's wardrobe. They are essential for looking sharp in professional and formal settings. However, dress shirts have earned a notorious reputation for being uncomfortable, often leaving men longing for the moment they can unbutton their collars and get right out of it!

So why are dress shirts so uncomfortable? Dress shirts can be uncomfortable due to their typically stiff and non-stretchy fabric, which restricts movement and may feel tight or itchy on the skin. Additionally, their formal structure, including collars and cuffs, can cause discomfort by pressing against the body, especially when worn for long periods.

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Are Dress Shirts Comfortable?

Ask any man, and the majority will agree that dress shirts are far from comfortable. Various factors such as materials, fit, and construction contribute to this discomfort. It seems that dress shirts are designed with an emphasis on aesthetics, often at the cost of the wearer's comfort.

This is more common for those with an muscular or athletic build where there’s tightness in the biceps, chest and shoulders. 

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Why Are Fashionable Clothes Uncomfortable?

The trade-off between style and comfort is a well-known issue in the fashion world. The focus on appearance over comfort is a prevalent problem in the industry.

Designers often prioritize aesthetics and durability over the inclusion of stretch and breathability in fabrics, both of which are essential for comfort. The result is fashionable clothing that may look good but leaves the wearer feeling restricted and uncomfortable.

Common materials used in dress shirts include cotton, polyester, and various blends. While these materials provide a crisp appearance and durability, they often lack the necessary stretch to accommodate movement comfortably.

This lack of stretch can cause the shirt to feel tight and restrictive, especially in the shoulder and chest areas.

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The Impact of Poor Fit

One significant factor contributing to the discomfort of dress shirts is poor fit. An ill-fitting dress shirt can cause a variety of issues, such as tight collars, restrictive shoulders, excess fabric around the waist (aka muffin top!) and sleeves that are either too long or too short.

These issues not only lead to discomfort but also detract from the wearer's overall appearance, diminishing the intended polished look.

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To look and feel your best, it's essential to find a dress shirt with the right fit. This means paying attention to collar size, shoulder width, sleeve length, and waist size.

A well fitting dress shirt will allow for a full range of motion without feeling restrictive, while also providing a tailored appearance that flatters the wearer's body shape.

The Role of Materials and Construction

The materials and construction of a dress shirt play a significant role in determining its comfort level. As previously mentioned, natural materials like cotton are more breathable than synthetic materials like polyester.

However, even natural materials may not offer the stretch needed for a comfortable fit, especially when blended with other fabrics.

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The construction of a dress shirt, including stitching, seams, buttons, and buttonholes, also impacts comfort. For example, poorly constructed seams can cause irritation against the skin, while ill-placed buttons can lead to discomfort in specific areas, such as the neck or chest.

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Conclusion

The discomfort of traditional dress shirts can be attributed to factors such as poor fit, materials that prioritize appearance over comfort, and construction that doesn't account for the wearer's needs.

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How to Find The Right Plus Size Women’s Lingerie

Looking for the right lingerie styles for your body? We all look different and our bodies are all unique. That’s what makes us beautiful. But it’s also what makes finding the right lingerie harder!

Here is a quick guide on some important things to note about quality lingerie and how to find the perfect lingerie set for your body type.

What is lingerie? There’s bras and underwear and then there’s lingerie. Lingerie is typically a more luxurious matching set that often is sexier and more flattering. Lingerie makes you feel confident thanks to its feminine design and high-quality material.

The right lingerie for your body type

Hourglass An hourglass body shape often means your upper body and hips the same width and a slender waist. With this body shape, you should find lingerie quite easily since your top and bottom are often the same size. For example, you might want to go for styles like corsets, high-leg panties, thongs, and other shapes that accentuate your waist.

Triangle If you have big hips, you can make your body feel a bit more proportionate by finding lingerie that plays up your bust. Think of a lacy negligee that is tight around the breast area but then flows down around the hips or a bustier that lifts up your chest. A bra with a lot of details and ruffles will also make you feel more balanced while keeping the bottom half a lot more simple.

If your body shape is a reversed triangle which means you have broader shoulders, you’ll want to create a sense of balance by wearing panties with intricate patterns, lace, and other added elements. Try a more simple bralette on top with matching lace panties or a cami set.

Rectangle If you have an athletic figure, lingerie that cinches your waist will give you a softer appearance. Corsets will give you a curvy look. If you have a longer torso, a teddy with a garter belt will also look great or accentuate your breasts with a push-up bra.

If you are generally curvier, you want to find plus size women’s lingerie that provides support but also accentuates your best assets. High waisted underwear and a padded bra will always do the trick. A negligee that puts the focus on your chest while flowing over your waist is another flattering option.

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👘 How does you’re next romantic partner/spouse dress? 🎀

This reading a bit longer and complex than my other readings and felt like trying something new and exciting for you all! I know everyone looks for and manifests different things love wise, which is why this is gonna be a “Next partner/Spouse” reading since the next person you manifest may be a spouse or not depends on what you’re hoping and manifesting into your life. I made sure the reading will apply to both parties especially with complex and unique descriptions and images(male and female) for each pile. I wanted to make it as gender/sexuality inclusive as I could. I hope you all find the answers you seek and come in with an open-heart. I wish you the utmost luck to you all! I hope you enjoy. Sending love. 

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Pile 1 

I get the feeling your partner dresses sexy. The things that are standing out strongly is the colors orange and red. I see them favoring warm tones(reds, oranges, yellows). Male or female, they like to wear low cut shirts/dresses. Off the shoulder style. I feel regardless of gender he/she likes to show off their muscles. I see if female, she likes corsets and favors backless dresses. Showing a little cleavage. Emphasis on neck/collarbones. There is a matching style here too. For example, if female she may match her lingerie with her outfit(so if purple lingerie, she’ll wear a purple dress, matching heels, etc.). I also see wearing heels a lot. Hats/beanies/caps. Capes, trench-coats, letting a fancy suit casually hang over the top of their shoulders. Belts that emphasis hip area. Long hair especially if male. Bold makeup. This person’s style defiantly turns heads and attracts many. I get a feeling they dress boujee too lol. I saw sparkly gold jewelry as well.

Channeled messages: Cartier, blue dress, leggings, kitten heels, flowers in hair, spring, red hair, moon/sun necklace, high boots, gloves, feathers, snakes, purple.

Pile 2 

  Oh chile- y’all’s next romantic partner’s style is fine AF. I see low waist jeans, skirts. Corsets, tube tops, garter belts and colorful tights. Dresses especially the ones that are long at the back. Men got facial hair for sure. Voluminous hair regardless of gender. Long sleeved shirts. Flowey style whether male or female. I see a slight classy, Gothic style for some of you. Men like long black capes/trench coats and slicked back hair. Headpieces, headbands, cute clips. Peter pan collars. Long hair with short side bangs on each side(think Dua lipa from her Future Nostalgia cover that hair style). The men here love to look like regal King’s lol. His style screams power and darkness(I thought of Dracula). The women have this feminine temptress style that screams bad bitch and Queen shit. I don’t see them wearing too much revealing clothing but enough for you to want to know what’s underneath, like ASAP. Regardless of your gender preferences, you’re next partner is fine as hell and damn I see your jaw dropping when you see this person. 

Channeled messages: vampire, dyed hair, bangs, red hair(this was prominent in last pile so maybe it also applies to you!), flowers patterns, dove charm, chest hair(if you like males), bold lipstick(blood red is really coming through), confidence. 

Pile 3

Are y’all born rich or somethin’??? Damn, you’re next partner’s style is boujee. I see expensive coats, and western “kimonos”, silk and velvet. Expensive lingerie or boxers. Legs. Legs are a big thing here, I’m getting a lot of messages with this. Long legs, very tall whether male or female. Model vibes. Wears outfits that show off their legs. If into females, she may be fond of strapless dresses specifically with a slit in the side. I see dresses with a hole above the cleavage. Garter belts and tights. Sparkly objects. Fancy hats or designer beanies/caps. Pearl/fool’s diamond headbands(or if they RICH rich, maybe literal real diamonds). Everything about them screams expensive like they could wear a plain white shirt with jeans but somehow that shirt is designer and the jeans are too(whattttttt). I had a vision of sunglasses, specifically animal print ones and tan tinted ones. The males in particular like to wear things that show off their arms, this is the guy to wear a tight white dress shirt just so it hugs him in all the right places. I also feel this person likes to look big and stand tall, which makes their fashion even more intimidating. All imma say is the outfit doesn't wear them…..This person wears things to show off whether it be their fine body or their designer/pricey labels or jewels, etc. Your next partner, Pile 3 is a whole meal and a looker. Lucky you!!

Channeled messages: expensive cologne, sunglasses, earth tones, bad boy, Virgo, lions, Lyon(France), thick brunette hair, castle, scarf, rose water, Jessica, GTA V.

Pile 4

  Ohhh, this is a sweet and airy pile. I hope that made sense. For ladies, they are very feminine. Long flowey dresses and skirts. Off the shoulder. Head pieces especially hair clips on the side. Curly hair or likes to curl their hair. Liking for bralettes and strapless bras. Though this person has this gentle and “ladylike” fashion on many days. I feel they like to wear sporty outfits too and aren’t scared of getting their hands and face dirty. Sneakers. Being able to do both(one day dresses professional and the next dressing like a tomboy, etc.). For those who prefer men, there is an emphasis on vests. Light colored shirts(no matter gender). Hang me downs. Silver pieces or silver silk outfits(regardless of gender). VERY curly hair. Not a lot of men are popping up here I feel maybe a lot of people who have preferences for women have chosen this pile. If you feel this doesn’t apply to you then I would strongly recommend picking another pile. Thank you all for reading my loves!! 

Channeled messages: curls, braids, tousled hair, horses(someone may really enjoy horseback riding), bows, swimming, dolphin, Starbucks, gray felt chair, warm tones, smell of sunscreen, Cancer, moonlight reflecting off of water, paintings, powdered donuts. 

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A/N: If there’s anything I learned from doing this, it’s that vampirerry is an utter WHORE. Good for him!!!! As for myself, I’m done with the semester and my term projects and finals left my singular brain cell fried, so this was a nice way to get back into writing again. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you to the anon that suggested it, this was super fun to do! :D

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Harry is very attentive when it comes to aftercare with Y/N. The sex they have is often rough and includes toys, degradation, and multiple rounds, so he believes aftercare is non-negotiable. Rough sex can be fun, but if it’s not followed by a lot of communication and post-performance support, it can take a hard emotional toll on a person. Even when intimacy isn’t meant to be inherently sentimental, there has to be a certain level of connection and etiquette surrounding it, or it could end badly for both parties involved. He always checks on her immediately after they finish, simply to gauge her headspace and how her body is responding, and after he’s made sure she’s alright, he goes into his usual routine of skin-to-skin contact and gentle coddling. Reassurance and praise is just as important afterwards as it is during, because it’s good to let a partner know that your appreciation runs deeper than just the physical need felt in the heat of the moment; everyone deserves to feel valued beyond their body. 

Harry proceeds to clean Y/N up after every session, because it’s the least he can do since she’s usually the one getting the brunt of the work. He’ll fetch a clean towel dampened under warm water to wipe her clean, or he’ll offer to help give her a bath or a shower— whichever route she prefers. Harry dresses her, and changes the sheets if need be, and tucks her into bed to ensure she’s nice and comfortable. If it’s been a particularly intense session, he’ll go the kitchen and bring back a snack and a drink— a granola bar and a Gatorade, or some chips and her favorite juice, or if she’s feeling especially hungry, he’ll happily go out of his way to prepare her an actual meal— and he insists on feeding it to her bit by bit until she’s come to enough to handle it on her own. If she’s not hungry, he at least brings her a glass of water and urges her to drink it; better to be safe than sorry. After that, more cuddling is the status quo, which normally ends in Y/N falling asleep in his arms, and Harry has absolutely no problem with that at all.  

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Harry’s favorite body part of Y/N’s is probably her chest. Yes, he likes it for sexual reasons— obviously— but there are innocent reasons for his fascination, as well. He likes how responsive she gets when he touches her there— how he can get her going just by groping her the way she likes it, or by using his mouth to tongue across her nipples until she’s writhing in pleasure and whining for more. He loves leaving hickies all over her tits, probably more than she likes receiving them. It’s just so fucking hot seeing himself marked all over her, especially when she’s putting on a bra and he can see all of the dark bruises scattered across the cleavage spilling from the undergarment. Filth aside, he also enjoys loving all over her chest. Absentmindedly cupping them while they’re snuggling, nuzzling his head between them while they’re watching television, massaging them under her shirt with his large palms as she sits back against his chest, sipping a glass of wine and chatting away, unwinding after a long day. It’s a form of intimacy; it provides a type of closeness nothing else can. 

As for his own favorite body part, it’s a tie between two different areas. He loves his thighs— they’re one of his most prominent features. They’re thick and meaty and sensitive, so they’re the perfect sweet spot to touch when he wants to get riled up. Given his previous response, it can be easily deduced that he likes to get hickies there, as well. The marks look great peeking out from under his briefs (for the short amount of time they last, anyways) and they make a great accessory to the large tigerhead tattoo along his left thigh. It’s artwork, really; a proper Picasso. 

His other favorite body part...well, take a lucky guess. It’s likely not that far off— literally, considering it hangs right between his thighs. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Harry’s personal preference is cumming inside. He adores feeling the way Y/N tightens around him when he finally orgasms (she’s just so warm and soft and unbelievably tight; it’s like she was made for him), almost as much as he loves seeing her reaction. Her body will immediately start to wriggle and her back will arch as she releases broken little whimpers, clinging to his shoulders with her nails and begging him to fill her until he’s milked his worth. Hearing her ragged breathing and feeling her sweaty chest stutter against his is enough to do him in, but when she goes as far as to gnaw on his ear and whine a soft little, “Want it all, baby. Want you dripping out of me when we’re done.” Well, that’s enough to kill him all over again. 

Of course, there are times when Harry likes seeing himself all over her, too. On her outstretched tongue, or smeared across her pretty face and plush lips (she looks particularly cute when it ends up all over her eyelashes), or streaked over the valley of her tits, or pooled at the center of her tummy. If he’d been taking her from behind, then he likes seeing it run down the backs of her thighs, or splattered across the dip of her spine. And if she’d been giving him a handjob, then seeing himself dribbling down her fingers is just as good. Why? Because those fingers usually end up in her mouth, which means he ends up all over her tongue, and so the cycle comes full circle. How poetic. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Did Harry suggest wearing a matching set of a vibrating cock ring and buzzing bullet to do grocery shopping once? Yes. Did he drop three glass jars of peach preserves by accident as a result, causing them to have to book it out of the bread aisle while trying to look as unsuspicious as possible, which failed horribly because they were literally hobbling like a crippled elderly couple? Also yes. Did they end up fucking in a Target fitting room? Definitely. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

A lot of experience. Tons. Immense amounts. Insane amounts. Two hundred years of the same seven continents just means two hundred years worth of sex across every single one. And it gives you plenty of time to find the clitoris, as well as giving you a chance to learn the female anatomy like the back of your hand. That being said, Harry doesn’t doubt he could make Y/N cum with his wrists tied behind his back and a blindfold strapped to his face. In fact, he’s made her cum just by using his thigh, so that in itself is enough credibility to last him several more lifetimes. The toy chest in his closet and the fact that he’s well-endowed are bonuses— he knows more than enough tricks to keep her satisfied with just his tongue. Not to mention his fingers— they’re long for a reason.

F = Favorite position  

Funny enough, Harry doesn’t have one. He’s spent so many decades cycling through every possible position in existence, it’s gotten to where he can’t pin-point a preference; all positions are unique, and they each have their own appeal. Reverse cowgirl is nice because he likes watching the way he stretches Y/N open with every plunge of her hips, and it also gives him the luxury of marking his rings across her ass in the process. Regular cowgirl is nice, too— having her chest bouncing in his face is nothing short of a divine miracle, in his opinion. Doggy style is a staple, and there’s always different add-ons he can apply to spice it up; for example, taking her from behind with her wrists tied to her ankles, or bending her over the kitchen counter with her face pressed into the marble, or fucking her against his glass wall with her hands and chest flushed to the cool surface as their breaths fog the floor-to-ceiling window. 

Missionary is a tried and true option, and just like it’s prior counterpart, it can be enhanced with a variety of extra tricks. Bondage is a good condiment, against the wall is always a nice touch, spread-eagle never goes wrong, and just having her legs wrapped around his lower back is more than enough. However, he does have two favorite variations of the position. The first is when he mounts her legs onto his shoulders or along the inside of his elbows to open her up more, and then just ramming his hips down at a very specific angle that hits her g-spot just right, pounding her into the bed so hard she tears the sheets off the mattress. The second is a cowgirl-missionary hybrid: he sits back on his heels and uses the steep downward slope created by his thighs as elevation, pulling her ass onto his tilted lap and swinging her legs over either side of his hips. He gropes her waist with his palms and yanks her forward, bouncing her against his cock and watching her completely dismantle as he nudges all the right places with as much speed and force as she deems fit. 

And then there’s fucking from the side, but that’s a whole other extensive conversation he doesn’t have time for. 

Actually, maybe Harry will entertain it for a minute or so. He usually throws one of Y/N’s legs over his neck to get a deeper range, manhandling her roughly onto her side and yanking her closer to his body by her waist, grasping it with stern vigor and holding her down against the mattress, grunting out a gravelly, strict command along the lines of, “Stay fucking still.” He’ll drill into her at a brutal, consistent pace, staining his fingerprints along the curves of her torso and sponging damp kisses onto her ankle, smirking into her skin as he watches her fist at the duvet in a futile attempt at maintaining her bearings. It’s pretty evident that she can’t, though; the way her eyes lull around their sockets from his harsh stride does a terrible job at hiding her lack of self-control, alongside the fragmented curses she gasps out whenever he nudges her g-spot with the head of his cock. 

“Oh, that was such a pretty noise. Did I hit that little spot you like?”

Her response will be begrudging, as always, which he thinks is ridiculously useless considering he can see her burying her face into the pillow to hide how her jaw drops open in sheer rapture. “No.”

“No?” The vampire leans forward, stretching her leg towards the headboard and preening at the garbled squeak that escapes her gritted teeth, plunging deeper as he lowers himself to her level. He knots her hair around his knuckles, tugging sharply until her face is tilted back enough to meet his fiery gaze. “Then why are you starting to shake?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the mood, honestly. There are definitely serious moments, but Harry enjoys the humorous ones just as much. He already adores making Y/N laugh and smile on a regular basis, and that desire only grows when he’s buried between her thighs, simply because she just looks so fucking cute laughing with her hair splayed around the pillows in a messy halo, her sounds of glee stuttering due to how sharply she’s jolting against the bed. He loves feeling her giggle into his mouth as he cracks sarcastic jokes and makes stupid witty comments that break the intensity in the air, especially because she’s usually clever enough to return them with some of her own. Then they both end up snickering like idiots as he tries to keep a solid pace, which eventually tapers to a messy, haphazard stride as their laughter drowns out their goal to the point where he has to take a genuine break to collect himself. There’s tons of examples— how could there not be? Sex is hardly ever perfect, so awkward moments are not only expected, but guaranteed. What better way to handle them than with a bit of humor?

There was an incident once where Harry accidentally knocked their foreheads together so hard, they both bruised (which he responded to with, “I’m pretty sure this isn’t what Cosmopolitan meant when they suggested matching couples tattoos.”). Another time, he got so into the moment he didn’t realize he was jack-hammering the top of her head into the backboard until she brought it to his attention (and made a comment saying it sounded like a sped up version of the beat to We Will Rock You). A bad case of the hiccups. Y/N burping right in his face halfway through his orgasm. A random leg cramp that made him think he was going to need amputation to survive. Accidentally rolling off the bed or couch onto the ground and nearly dislocating both of their spines in the process, getting his cross earring tangled in her hair and nearly ripping off his ear trying to get it out, and the unfortunate collapse of a pillow fort he’d spent over an hour building. He even sneezed in her face once, and when she instinctively went to shove him back, she wound up slamming her palm into his nose so hard he nearly passed out. Nose bleeds aren’t necessarily sexy, per se, but he just dug blindly through her nightstand until he found two new tampons somewhere in that black hole she calls a drawer, shoved them in his nostrils, and kept going. No one can ever accuse him of being unresourceful. 

Queefing. Lots and lots of queefing, which he usually starts mimicking with his mouth, and then she responds to that by whining and telling him to cut it out, and then he takes to mocking her whining instead. It normally finishes with them laughing so hard that Harry’s cheeks hurt from smiling so big, but it’s a good type of pain. The best type of pain. 

H = Hair (how do they groom?)

Harry likes keeping himself neat and orderly, but he doesn’t enjoy going bare, so trimming is his grooming preference. There’s just something so unappealing about a completely smooth dick— it looks like raw chicken and it’s fucking disgusting. He doesn’t have anything against a good bush, but it tends to get unruly and he’d rather not have to overcomplicate his shower routine. And honestly, he can’t trust himself because last time he had a full front yard going, he got shitfaced and tried to braid it on a dare. Keeping the hedges trimmed is the ideal landscaping option, and it just looks way hotter— a uniform dusting of hair is a good accessory and it just makes everything look more cohesive, given that he also fancies keeping his happy trail thick. It’s all about aesthetics, isn’t it? 

I = Intimacy (the romantic aspect)

It’s no secret that Harry’s been somewhat detached from intimacy for the last two hundred years or so. Intimacy is reserved for genuine romance, and that’s something he hadn’t entertained since before the lightbulb was invented. But now that he has Y/N, intimacy has crawled its way back out from the deepest recesses of his subconscious, where it had been shoved into a bottomless pit with the rest of his trauma. He likes it— he likes opening up to her in any way he can, because sharing those obsolete parts of himself with someone again is more fulfilling than he ever imagined. He likes kissing her randomly when she’s halfway through a sentence, just to feel her words die off abruptly in her throat as she gives into his gentle gesture, a delicate smile spreading across her satin lips. He likes whispering sweet phrases of encouragement into her hair when they’re tangled amidst sweaty limbs and rumpled sheets, reminding her of how much he cares for her and how beautiful she looks when she’s so far gone and how she makes him feel like his entire body has been set alight. He likes sponging soft pecks across the stretch marks along her thighs and across the dimples on her belly, her skin candy and velvet on his tongue as she releases a watery sigh that lets him know he’s doing all the right things in all the right places. He just likes letting her know she's special to him, in any and every way he can. 

Intimacy forges timeless bonds, and he reckons that assumption is unarguable, considering he knows a thing or two about eternity. 

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Harry likes to jack off, obviously. Who doesn’t? It’s why he has an entire section of his toy chest dedicated to self-pleasuring tools. Vibrating cock rings, an array of lubes that range from temperature-changing to sensation sensitivity, and a few pocket vags that get the job done whenever Y/N is out of commission (usually because of work). His favorite one is an electronic sleek black model that is made of a premium silicone material and has a variety of massage settings, suction strengths, and internal textures. It’s designed to make the session feel more real, and yes, it was expensive, but self-love is always worth the splurge. 

The beauty of living on his own is that he can get off wherever and whenever he wants, without having to stress about someone interrupting an important step in his pampering routine. He usually does it in his room and on his bed, simply because Y/N’s pillow is close by and the experience is heightened when her scent is swimming around his hazy, bliss-drunken mind. If Harry is feeling particularly needy, he’ll ditch the toy all together and just hump one out against the mattress or cushion. If it’s a particularly restless day, he’ll take a toy downstairs and lazily play within himself on the couch while browsing through Netflix. Those instances usually average a few tamer orgasms rather than a single large one, but he’s not complaining; his stamina comes in unapologetic waves that stem from a never-ending supply, and he certainly has the time to kill. If Harry gets the sudden urge in the shower or while he’s relaxing in his jacuzzi, he won’t bother fetching a trinket; he’ll just stroke one out with his hand, using the cool metal of his trusty lionhead ring to tease the tip until he brings himself to orgasm. It turns out daylight crystals have more than one use. 

There is one common factor amongst all these different choices, though: Y/N is present in every fantasy. And if the vampire is feeling especially bold, he’ll grab his phone and take a video of whatever he’s doing to himself, and then she’ll have a nice little gift waiting for her once she gets out of the café for the day. That usually leads to him receiving a present in return later that evening, and then he’s dialing her contact before the clip is even done playing, and then what he does during his alone time doesn’t require him being so alone anymore. 

K = Kinks 

Harry has tons— in fact, he has so many, he can’t really keep track. And he also has the sneaking suspicion that if he were to ever jot all of them down, he’d end up locked in some type of sex addict rehabilitation center. Bondage is a big one, so he’ll start there. He’s great with ropes, given that he learned his way around them ages ago. Chains are nice, but they can be a pain to set up without the right equipment; he’s thinking of getting a reinforced metal hook installed into his ceiling, like the one in his storage closet, which he uses to keep his punching bag secure. Handcuffs, obviously— velvet-lined, straight metal, fuzzy coverings, he’s got it all. Dominance, degradation, Daddy, Sir, choking, brat-taming, spanking, flogging, slapping— impact play in general, to be honest— spitting, wax, praise, begging, masochism, branding (mild stuff, no molten metal shit), collaring, discipline, dirty talk, edging, exhibitionism, face-fucking, face-sitting (with him on the receiving end), giving oral (is that a kink? It is now.) gagging (both the action and using the actual object itself), breeding (he hates that term but that’s the official name, unfortunately), teasing, voyeurism, role play, and… he thinks that’s it. Oh, and blood, but that doesn’t really count for apparent reasons. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Y/N’s couch is sacred, at this point. Their entire relationship started on that lumpy, worn excuse of a sofa, and it’s seen them through their progression from strangers to friends with benefits to lovers to more. It’s comfortable enough, the dark color hides any explicit stains, and the cushions always smell of her signature mixture of honey and lavender combined with Snuggle fabric softener. It’s finicky, but irreplaceable. His kitchen counter is a close second. It’s provided a lot, taken a lot, been through a lot— through a lot of Lysol wipes, to be specific. If it wasn’t marble, it likely would have been reduced to chunks and rubble by now, courtesy of his enhanced strength gripping the edges as he slams her against the smooth surface. The backseat of his Cadillac is consecrated, as well; there’s just so much erotic appeal to fucking in a car with rock music blaring in the background, muffling the obscene sounds of bodies connecting and a mixture of fever-pitch moans. The couch, the counter, and the Cadillac— the Unholy Trinity. 

The jacuzzi is nice, too, but for the sake of his clever little “c” alliteration, he’ll leave that one as an implied token. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As much as Harry claims he likes full submission in bed, he can’t deny that he loves being challenged. Delivering punishment and coaxing out an orgasm is so much more satisfying when he has to fight for it; it’s so fucking hot watching his girlfriend try to best him in a power struggle, especially when she finally— and undeniably, since he always wins— caves under his will and winds up begging him for what he otherwise would have gifted her freely. That’s where the brat-taming kink comes into play. He likes it when she mouths off and makes snarky digs, and he enjoys it even more when he tries to set her in place and she amps her disobedience as a result. There’s nothing more attractive than a battle of wits with someone who is a perfect match in every way. And when she channels her attitude into physical gestures, it riles him up beyond compare. For example, when she smirks and rolls her eyes, despite the fact that there’s trails of tears staining her cheeks and mascara smeared all over her waterline? Christ, he could go feral. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No feet, no feces, no beastiality. There’s probably more, but those are the ones off the top of his head.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving oral is great— he highly recommends it, solid ten out of ten— but giving it is so much better. Harry’s always been a giver, even when he was young and barely knew his way around a woman’s undergarments. The stereotypical expectation for a person who is beginning to explore their sexuality is that everything they do, they do for their own gain. It’s a selfish realization, yes, but it’s a primal type of selfishness that no one can truly be blamed for. It’s a simple concept: when you start having sex, you want as much personal benefit as possible. It’s only natural. But from the second Harry became sexually active, he came to find that providing release to his partner outweighed the bliss he could get from letting them pleasure him instead. It’s not direct pleasure, but rather cognitive, which more often than not translates itself physically. And when it comes to Y/N, that euphoria manifests tenfold. 

Nothing compares to having his face buried between her legs as she tugs and yanks at his hair desperately, her chest heaving and jaw falling open as he uses his tongue to unravel her from the inside out. Spitting sloppily onto her folds and hearing the raw gasp of aroused shock that escapes her sore throat, which causes his swollen lips to spread into a dirty grin as he latches onto the sensitive bud at the thick of her core, fiddling with it until her legs are trembling uncontrollably around his sturdy shoulders. Watching her features go slack as he bobs his neck fervently between her thighs, swiping the bridge of his nose across her clit over and over until the entire bottom half of his face is drenched in her excitement. Fucking his tongue into her and feeling her buck against his jaw as she holds him in place with her fingers tangled in his curls, whimpering his name repeatedly in a voice so shattered, he could probably build a mosaic with the fractures. Feeling her drip down his chin and into the collar of his shirt, savoring how sweet she tastes as he pins her hips down against the bed and groans feverishly into her cunt, his ego idolizing the image of her so disheveled under his influence. 

A measly blowjob is hardly any competition to that. Harry could very well cum just from eating Y/N out. In fact, he has, and that in itself is all the proof he needs. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This is one of those other factors that depends on the mood. If Harry has been waiting all day for it, his impatience bleeds into his rhythm, which means he settles for fast and hard. It means he settles for bending her over the back of his couch with one palm around her throat and his other fingers in her mouth, pounding into her with so much force, the sofa starts shifting across the ground. If Y/N has been teasing him endlessly for a decent amount of time, it’ll be rough and deep, but not fast; he’ll drag it out for as long as possible, just to make her regret acting like such a spoiled brat. That’s when he brings out the paddle, or the crop, or just manhandles her across his lap and spanks her until she’s apologizing profusely through her whines. If he’s in a soft, romantic headspace, it’ll be slow and sensual, with lots of gentle caresses, giggly kisses dusted across eager lips and droopy eyelids, and penetrating strokes that make his toes curl and tummy clench. 

Pace is relative, but the message behind it is all the same: I want you more than anything, and I’m going to show you just how deeply I mean it. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are fun, Harry will admit. They’re filthy and messy, and they show just how far gone two people are for each other to the point where they can’t wait to feel one another at a later time; that they need to be together now, or they’ll go absolutely insane. Quickies are saved for when the urge strikes at random times. For when he’s out with Y/N at a park, sitting under the shade with his head in her lap as she combs his curls out of his eyes and thumbs over his chin affectionately, and the sun filters through the tree canopy just right to where it illuminates her lashes and the suppleness of her cheeks in a manner he deems ethereal. For when they’re at the mall, walking hand in hand and licking at ice cream cones as they survey the shops, and she reaches over to wipe a bit of Rocky Road off the corner of his mouth, replacing the stain with a soft stipple of her lips instead. For when they’re out eating dinner and playing footsie under the table like immature teenagers, and she’s trying to steal a French fry from his plate but he keeps fighting her off with his fork because, “I told you to order your own, but you wanted those disgusting potato skins instead!” And she’s laughing so brightly and unapologetically, giving him a look that so obviously tells him she can’t wait to get him alone, and nothing seems quite as flawless as that fraction in time, then and there and nowhere else.

These simple but memorable moments cause him to get love boners, which he jokingly refers to as “sniffy stiffies,” where “sniffy” has to do with being sentimental, and “stiffy”...well, that one is pretty self-explanatory, no? It always ends with them shagging in the car, or in the family bathroom of a diner, and in the case of the park, in an obscure area of the forest that lines the jogging trail. 

Quickies are just that— fast, but meaningful nonetheless, because they come from a place of genuine emotion. They’re fleeting, but unforgettable. Sniffy stiffy quickies, if you will. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Taking risks is the norm in Harry’s life, especially when it comes to his sex habits. He’s proven time and time again that he has no problem riding along the seams of a dare and just barely making it out unscathed, so experimenting outside of the bedroom is just another day in the life. Fingering Y/N in a music room in an antique shop, getting road head during a two hour drive back to Los Angeles, ripping his girlfriend’s panties out from beneath her dress at one of California’s most prestigious restaurants— the list is endless, really. Harry likes to think he has a gift for coming up with inspirational quotes on the spot, so he’ll lend his expertise here and now: “A life without risks is a life that isn’t worth shit.” It even rhymes, so he knows sorority pledges will have a ball putting it in their Instagram bios. A bit of charity work for the bird-brained. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Endless stamina. Literally. Vampires don’t stay tired for long, so he could be ready to go again within seconds. And he can last long, as well; his stubbornness and pride depend on it, and he likes making his partner cum first as an ego boost. He can go as many rounds as Y/N can and more, though he won’t push it. He doesn’t want her to end up in the ER with a bruised cervix. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Harry could run a sex shop from his closet; Y/N doesn’t take the piss by calling him “Fifty Shades” for no reason. He uses them on himself, he uses them on her, and he got high once and tried to sword fight Y/N with a dildo, so it’s safe to say he definitely uses them quite a bit. If his Lovesense Lush 3 vibrator could talk, he’d be drawn and quartered for excessive debauchery. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Harry loves teasing, that’s no mystery. Winding people up is one of his most practiced skills, so of course that would channel into his intimate life. He’s mastered it, though it’s not like it’s hard. A drawn out blink here, or a feathery touch there. An inch of space between his and Y/N’s lips to establish some tension, or squeezing her inner thigh with his palm hard enough to draw a tiny squeak from her chest. Touching her through her clothes, or leaving a trail of wet kisses down her throat and stopping right at her cleavage. Biting the sensitive skin along the inside of her knee, or dragging the tip of his cold nose down the center of her twitching tummy. Lapping slowly at her nipples until they perk up, or sinking a single long digit inside her and keeping it there just to feel her clench around it needily. And once he gets a pattern going, teasing molds into edging, edging molds into begging, begging molds into praise, and before he knows it, he’s hit four of his kinks with one roll of the dice. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Harry is very vocal in bed, and he’s not ashamed of it. He knows for a fact that Y/N loves it, and if him being loud gets her worked up, then he’ll let his throat go out in the process. He’s noticed that in different situations, he has an arsenal of sounds for each. If he’s being rough and dominant, he tends to groan, grunt, and growl. If he’s being desperate and needy, he turns to whines and whimpers to communicate how he feels. If he’s too zoned into the moment to distinguish all his emotions, broken moans and stuttered mewls are his default. No matter the circumstance, they all take the same route: they start low and soft, and escalate in volume proportional to the intensity of the moment. So what if half the building is hearing him orgasm for the third time as he mocks his girlfriends sobbing pleads and calls her his “dirty fucking whore”? Let’s be honest, it’s probably the highlight of their week. He has a great voice— a sultry, deep baritone that compliments his English accent nicely— and anyone would be lucky to hear it spew the filth it does. He’s yet to get many complaints, so he doesn’t intend on stopping. 

W = Wildcard (random headcanon)

An honesty hour moment seems interesting, so he’ll confess a few tales from his past. The first time Harry ever went down on a girl, it was against a tree in a garden and he nearly asphyxiated under all the layers of her gown. A couple of years later, he ended up getting oral from a reverend’s daughter against a tree, too, for the morbid irony and associated religious revenge. And to drive the point home, oral was only the beginning of what she gave him. His first decade as a vampire was definitely his pettiest. 

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It’s not uncommon knowledge that Harry’s well-endowed. He remembers how insecure he was the first time he had sex— a shocker, he knows; he was insecure?— and how he knew barely anything regarding sizing and how to use his assets accordingly. But it’s been ages since then, and now he definitely knows his way around his own body (let alone his partner’s), and he most certainly knows that he’s above average not only as a person in general, but when it comes to what’s in his trousers, as well. Harry won’t specify inches— he loves how speculation drives others mad— but it was big enough to give Y/N a decent pause the first time she pulled down his pants, and it’s big enough to leave her absolutely fucked every single time, without a single miss. If that’s not credibility at its finest, then he doesn’t know what is.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Harry’s sex drive is insatiable, to say the least. His vampirism combined with his narcissistic tendencies makes the ideal cocktail— cocktail— for the constant fuse that’s always burning under his skin. He’s ready to go at all times; Y/N just has to say the word and he’s pulling on a pair of sweatpants as he grabs his keys, hopping down his complex’s corridor toward the elevator on one foot as he tries to get his last shoe on the other. Lazy morning sex is probably his favorite; he’s come to find it’s when he’s most pent up, usually after a sleepless night of feeling Y/N’s body heat radiating through all of his cold limbs. It also sets a great tone for the rest of the day, and he just loves seeing Y/N wake up to him lying on his side with his temple resting on his fist, his elbow propped against the mattress as he poses the other on his hip in a theatrical diva stance. He’ll smile at her giddily with all his pearly teeth, dimples twitching as his lashes flutter dramatically, dirty intentions written clear all over his face (“Good morning, hon��” “Wanna have sex?” “Harry, it’s ten in the morning.” “Is that a yes? Because it’s not a no.” “I haven’t even brushed my teeth!” “That’s fine, I’m gonna stick my dick in there anyways.”) 

All in all, his libido is insane, and he’s lucky that Y/N’s is up to par or else he would have worked her into an exhaustion-induced coma by now. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Harry just...doesn't. Maybe once every few weeks, but definitely more often now than before he had his girlfriend. Sleeping just comes way easier when he has someone he cares about resting beside him, their inherent warmth thawing the stiffness from his muscles and putting his racing mind at ease. He feels safe enough around Y/N to let his guard down— both literally and metaphorically— and that seems to help with his supernatural insomnia; it sedates that nocturnal hyper-instinct in his brain that demands he be aware at all times, muffling the animalistic part of him that has been manning the reins for the better half of the last two hundred years. He doesn’t need to be so on edge anymore when everything he needs is just an arm-length away. Especially when she’s usually willing to lend her chest as a pillow, and who is he to neglect her wishes.   

[xlbrh]

Genshin Impact - Small things they do to show their love

notes : so i’ve been trying to think of an idea for a long story to write for one of the characters, but i’ve been having a little bit of trouble :( if anyone has any suggestions i’d love to hear them! hopefully i’ll be able to come out with an introduction or something soon 

in the meantime i wrote this up, so i hope that you guys enjoy!

Genshin Masterlist

warnings : none

format : bulleted, headcanons. fluff

pairings : diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, xiao, albedo, aether x gn! reader

word count : 1426

everything under the cut-

Diluc:

during your nightly walks around mondstadt, he notices how chills can rack your body, especially when the wind blows

he’ll remove his jacket and drape it around your form, no matter how much you may protest

sometimes his arms will circle around your waist, drawing you towards him in an effort toto keep you warm until you get home

if you’ve been out adventuring close to the dawn winery, he’d invite you to the manor to share a meal or drink, whichever you’d like

whatever you desire, he’ll see to it that you receive it – most of the time he wouldn’t even ask you due to how well he can read you and your actions

when you try to refuse his offers, he’ll tell you ‘just let me look after you, my love’  

when you come to visit him in the angel’s share, he always has a seat ready just for you

he’ll keep a blanket and some books under the bar, since he knows how you like to curl up in the corner, engrossed in your reading

if you’d like he’ll come and sit with you for a short while, bringing a drink of your choice over while you tell each other about your day

Kaeya:

kaeya is the kind of man to call you every pet name under the sun

whether it be sweetheart, darling, love etc. he loves to use these types of names for you frequently, as a form of affection

he loves your reactions to them, especially when your cheeks flare up and you turn away out of shyness – he finds it extremely endearing

he would offer to train you in swordsmanship, regardless of whether you can already wield a sword or not

he likes to not only see your strength grow, but also offer you a way to protect yourself since he cannot be with you at all times

kaeya takes pride in the training sessions you have, after all they give him another reason to spend even more time with you

he loves for you guys to have matching things, no matter how small they may be 

for example, he’ll buy you a bracelet to wear, one that matches with one on his own wrist as well

jokingly he once bought you an eyepatch to match his, but he finds it sweet but hilarious when you’ll wear it around him sometimes

Childe:

since this man is a literal walking wallet, he has no problem with spoiling you with gifts

whether that be a necklace you’ve had your eye on, a new shirt because you ripped yours in battle, or a book he knows is the next in the series you enjoy

when asking him why he leaves you so many small gifts, his response is just ‘well, because i love you, of course!’

if you ever get hurt during a battle, he’ll be the first to help you

whether that be taking down the enemies if you haven’t already, or tending to the wounds you’ve received

he’d work with utmost caution, wrapping each wound gently and finishing them off with a kiss on top

when strolling the streets of liyue together, childe ensures that your body is connected to his one way or another at all times

whether that be intertwining your hands together, an arm loosely wrapped around your waist, or stopping to give you a brief peck on the forehead

he has no qualms in showing the public that you’re his – something he makes you well aware of

Zhongli:

he knows you love when he tells you stories of his past and the history of liyue, and he enjoys telling you about them

he finds the childlike wonder in your eyes adorable as he tells you tales of adepti and archons alike

zhongli will try his best to make them as entertaining as possible for you – drawing you in with every word he uttered

he likes to play with your hair, and for you to do the same to him

if you have longer hair you can guarantee he’d be braiding and styling your hair in all different ways, adorning it with hairpins he’d purchase for you

if your hair is on the shorter side then he’d love to run his fingers through, stroking your hair and massaging your scalp until you fall asleep with your head against his chest

if there is anything in particular that you take a big interest in, zhongli will try his best to research around it – even though he probably has the knowledge anyways

he wants to be able to talk to you about things you’re interested in, as well as share in the enjoyment that you get from it

he would leave small notes to you when he can’t always be around you, sometimes with small facts he learned of

Xiao:

he would for sure watch over you if you ever go on a long adventure, no matter what other duties he may have to attend to

expect to see a good few hilichurl and treasure hoarder camps abandoned thanks to his interference

‘anything to ensure your safety’, he thinks

some nights, when his duties have been fulfilled early, he’ll try his hand at preparing a meal for you to share

of course nothing especially fancy! After all he doesn’t have to eat himself – its all for your enjoyment

if he struggles he’d probably reach out to verr goldet some help

just imagine him setting a small picnic up on the wangshu inn rooftop iM WEAK

once xiao finally becomes accustomed to physical contact, he’d make an effort to hold your hand a lot more often

lightly squeezing it or tracing shapes with his thumb every now and again

if you’re lucky he way even take his gloves off – just to feel that warmth from his hand can be very comforting indeed

Albedo:

you’re literally the only person he will listen to when he is engrossed in his experiments

as we know he tends to block out the rest of the world when he is deep in though

but as soon as he hears your voice of concern asking if he’ll take a break to eat, you wanna bet he’ll be leaving his office in an instant to join you for lunch

he does the exact same for you when you’re hard at work, so he appreciates the way you always look after him

when out looking for more specimens to analyse, he stumbles across his fair share of flowers

of course he knows which are your favourites – he knows everything about you, after all – so he’ll be sure to pick some to bring home to you

when giving them to you, he mentions ‘well, they reminded me of you, so i thought you’d like them’

if you ever get ill for some reason, albedo becomes your personal doctor

he’ll spend hours preparing serums and medicines for you to alleviate your pain – but will never let you out of his sight while doing so

he’ll ask noelle if she can fix up some food for you in the meantime, since at every free opportunity he’s sat at your bedside, hand in yours as he whispers words of comfort to you

Aether:

aether is always ready to make you something to eat whenever you’d like!

he for sure has a small section of his brain dedicated to learning of recipes that he knows you enjoy, no matter how simple or complicated they may be

will make sure that you always have some lunch ready to take with you wherever you go, even if it means he had to wake up early and travel halfway across teyvat to bring it to you

he will bring you back numerous treasures from his travels

sometimes he’ll ask the locals in whichever area he’s in if they can craft the raw materials into something that you can treasure

there would be a shelf in your room specifically for aether’s gifts, where he’ll occasionally point to each one and tell you the story of how it made it’s way back to you

he makes sure to let you know how grateful he is to have you by his side

every time you do something for him, no matter how small it may be, he’ll thank you and let you know how much you mean to him

when on his travels he makes sure to write letters and send them home to you – just because he’s far away doesn’t mean he’s not still thinking about you

[itsallyscorner]

For Tom x

Pairing: Tom Holland x singer!reader

Summary: You have a surprise for Tom:)

Warnings: none, just pure teeth rotting Fluff:)

A/n: Hello my loves! This is literally a rewrite because I accidentally deleted the original version of this story on Tumblr RIGHT before I was gonna post it😭 Anyway here it is, I hope you all like it! Ally x

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Your giggles filled the hallway as you lead Tom into your makeshift studio. Since you were quarantining with him and his mates in their shared home in London, you were miles away from your crew and studio. Which, yes, made it difficult to record an entire album on your own—but it did give you the creative freedom to do whatever you pleased for the album.

The boys had their own creative outlets; for example putting together a puzzle or having a movie marathon. While you found those activities enjoyable, the inner singer in you couldn’t stop thinking of beats or coming up with lyrics in your head. You needed the studio—you needed to bring those beats and lyrics to life before you could forget them. So with the help of the houses’ tech lord himself, Harry made it possible for you to have your own little studio in the spare guest room of the house. There, you spent endless days writing and recording things like harmonies and building melodies. Little did you know that this would lead to the creation of your sixth album. Now a couple months later, your latest album is currently in its final stages and would soon be released to the world.

Tom adoringly watched your figure, which was drowned in one of his oversized jumpers, excitedly skip towards the guest room. As soon as you were both inside, you rushed to close the door and eagerly pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“What have you been up to, lovey?” He teasingly asks you. He knew you were up to something, he just didn’t know if it were bad or good.

Your figure was bent over the desk where your laptop was located. Turning over your shoulder you tell him, “It’s nothing bad, I promise!” You’re met with an amused grin on his blush pink lips.

Gathering your laptop into your arms, you move to sit beside Tom on the bed. He curiously leans forward, trying to get a glance at what’s on your screen.

“Nuh uh, it’s a surprise, Thomas.” You playfully scold him and gently push his face away from your laptop. He responds with a pout against your palm before pressing a kiss onto your skin. You continue to click around on your laptop, looking through your documents for the specific file.

Meanwhile, Tom shuffles further up the bed, getting comfortable. He notices the new distance between you and him and decides that he’s unsatisfied with the additional inches. He choses to snake his arms around your waist and lifts you up, happily placing you on the empty and lonely space on his lap. Laying down on his back, he takes a moment to admire the way you look in his jumper. It was a few sizes bigger than you and stopped right above your knees. The jumper may have looked good on him, but it looked absolutely perfect on you.

“You look so cute in my jumper.” He hums, hands lazily rubbing up and down your thighs. Your nose scrunches up as you lightly slap his chest; your silent way of saying “shut up” whenever Tom would say something that made you blush.

You finally find the file you were looking for and place your laptop on your lap. You nervously glance at your screen, biting down on your lip out of habit.

“Ok, so I did something.” You started. Tom squints his eyes at you, “That sounds like the beginning of a really bad something.”

You huff, “I just told you it wasn’t anything bad! Do you want your surprise or not?”

Tom chuckles and grasps onto your thighs, “Yes—yes, sorry, keep going.”

“So you know how I’ve already finished my album?” You question him. Tom nods, staring up at you while you sit on his thighs.

“Well, I wrote a few more songs that were supposed to be on the album. But I don’t know, I felt a bit greedy and decided to keep them for myself.” You explain. Tom raises a brow at you, “Baby, you don’t have to feel guilty about keeping songs to yourself. If you don’t want to share them, you don’t have to.”

“No, it’s just that, they’re about you.” You pause, staring down at your fingers that fiddled together. “Like I wrote them specifically for you to listen to. I wanted to include them on the album, but it just didn’t feel right to share something that was meant only for you.”

You place your laptop on the bed and turn it so the screen is facing Tom.

“So...as a solution, I made you your own album.” You were too busy avoiding his stare, that you missed the twinkle in Tom’s coffee colored orbs. He carefully sits up, his arms around you getting tighter, as he pulls you closer into his chest. Tom ducks his head down to yours, nudging your nose with his to get you to look at him. When your eyes finally meet, the lopsided grin on his features grows wider.

“You made me my own album?”

“Yeah.” You shyly answer. Tom softly coos at you, cupping your face and pressing a chaste kiss onto both of your cheeks.

“You are the most precious thing in the world, sunshine, I swear.” He squishes your cheeks together and began to cover your face with butterfly like kisses. Sweet laughs erupt from you, the sounds making Tom’s heart swell.

You stuff your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, using it as a place to hide from his lips. Instead, Tom opts to lay his kisses along the side of your face, your neck, and your shoulder.

“Lemme kiss you!” He whines. You chuckle at him, finally moving away from his neck. His attention darts towards your lips more than once, prompting you to lean forward and connect them with his. Tom’s lips were soft against yours, like clouds or cushiony pillows. The kiss was short and sweet; though it didn’t prevent you from feeling the adoration and passion he felt for you in that moment. In fact, he felt it all the time, but right now, his love for you was coursing through his veins.

He finally pulls away, leaving the taste of him linger in your mouth. “Can I have a listen?” He motions his head towards your laptop beside him.

“Go ahead.” Tom’s arms unravel from your waist, the area they once occupied left cold and yearning for his warmth. He uses one of his elbows to hold himself up and the other to control the touchpad. His eyes scan the file.

For Tom x

someone like u

test drive

worst behavior

main thing

He glances at you, “I start with ‘someone like u’, right?” You reply with a quiet “mhm”.

Tom clicks on the link. The opening notes of ‘someone like u’ begin to play followed by your angelic voice. You hear him release a content sigh, making a small smile to form on your lips. His arms make their way around you again, this time holding you closer against him. He rests his head on your chest and sneakily presses a kiss onto your neck. You fondly run a hand through his curly hair and rest your chin on the top of his head, listening to the songs you’ve made for him.

The two of you listen through the album in one go with no stops. You found joy in Tom’s reactions towards every song. Sometimes he would make little comments or sounds of shock whenever he heard you hit a certain note. He nodded along to the beats of ‘test drive’ and ‘worst behavior’, dancing around in his seat and making you join him. This time, you didn’t miss the twinkle in his eyes when he listened closely to the lyrics. ‘Main thing’ got him the most, leaving him with a goofy-lovesick grin plastered onto his face.

When ‘main thing’ came to a close, the room became silent, leaving Tom enough time to process the four songs you wrote about him and the meanings behind them.

You were the first to speak, “So did you like it?” You scan his face looking for any signs of dislike.

Tom’s eyes widen, “Are you kidding me? That was bloody fantastic—that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard! I’m obsessed with it, oh my god!” He expressed, arms moving around as he spoke.

His face was radiating with happiness, “You are the most talented and loving woman in the world. And I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve you or your love—but I just love you so fucking much.”

“I love you so fucking much too, you dork.” You laugh, pecking his lips.

“No, but seriously, thank you so much. I know you’re used to writing songs, but the fact that you actually took the time to write songs about me means a lot. They’re just a bunch of songs, but they mean the world to me and I cherish each and every one of them.” He admits, taking one of your hands and placing it onto his heart. Your palm feels the faint rhythm of his heart beating against his chest.

You tilt your head at him, mirroring the smile on his face, “I’ll always write songs about you. You somehow manage to inspire them anyway.”

Tom smirks, “Well I am Tom Holland.” You snort and roll your eyes at his humble brag.

“You’re still a dork, Tommy.” You comment.

Tom shrugs, “I’m a special dork because I’m your dork. Therefore making me superior to the other existing dorks—there’s a difference, darling.”

“And where did you come up with this hypothesis, Mr. Holland?” You question him, playing along with his antics.

“It’s Tom’s Theory.” He answers with feign seriousness. You burst out laughing, “Oh is it?”

Tom leans down to your laptop and restarts his album. “Yes, and now Tom’s Theory, believes that we should listen to the album again until I learn all the lyrics to every single song.” He proclaims.

“Babe, you don’t have to—” Tom stops you, “I’m dead serious.”

It was going to be a long night.

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what the hell was it about veins sticking out of an arm that had you nearly drooling? they shouldn’t be so attractive, yet here you were in a deep trance thinking about licking the prominent flexing of them in a specific forearm. you supposed it was your brain sending a slew of chemicals through your body, making your heartbeat spread from your chest to your fingertips. the longer you stared at the tiny mounds, the quicker the thrum of your heart spread to your center. science wasn’t really your strong suit, so you didn’t dare try to knit pick the core reason you were feeling a little (very) hot (and bothered).

if you could push down with the pad of your thumb at the peak of the vein, you’d most likely be grossed out, but it’d be intriguing to see it bloom back to its original place. you’d feel the warmth underneath the buttery skin, maybe even feel the pulse of a heartbeat. god, what you’d give to just—

“y/n?”

you jerked, eyelids fluttering as you processed where you were and why sarah was holding a large bowl out to you. the contents were leafy greens with pops of orange and yellow peppers. a few cherry tomatoes poked from under the blanket of lettuce. right, you thought, dinner. on the cameron’s boat. where you’d been for the past seven hours.

“you okay?” she asked slowly as your hands moved to life to take the bowl from her.

“mhm,” you hummed and picked out a good amount of salad to have. you then placed the tongs back in the bowl and held it across the table. catching sight of those veins from earlier, you swallowed thickly and flicked your eyes to a very interesting pepper.

“thanks.” sarah’s brother said as he lifted the weight from your hands. you swallowed again and sat up straight as the sounds of silverware scooping from dishes continued. once everyone had what they wanted and a conversation had started, you dove into your salad like it was your last meal on earth.

you stole a few glances directly across from you, your eyes skimming over rafe’s skin under his light blue t-shirt. it wasn’t helping that he was moving, making the veins pop more whenever he used his muscles in his forearm. you busied yourself with your food and nearly choked when rafe caught your glance. you thought you were being sly and not obvious in your stare, but you caught a glimpse of that tiny little curve at the corner of his mouth as he chewed.

you’d known the camerons for some time now, thanks to your parents mingling once you moved to the island. you had sparked an instant joy to having sarah cameron as one of your best friends and you loved her so much that it hurt even worse when you finally met her older, very infamous brother. it was like you’d been struck by lightning. you were left with a sensation you couldn’t quite put your finger on. sometimes it felt like the jolts of electricity whenever you caught his eye.

you weren’t in love. you knew that much. you were just very, very attracted to rafe. a perfect example would be your ridiculous obsession with the veins in his arms. god, why were they so addicting?

“what are you girls up to tonight?” rose, sarah’s stepmother, questioned from beside you. you chewed the food in your mouth, not quite tasting it as you waited for sarah to answer. you honestly had no idea what you planned to do during your sleepover.

“probably junk food and rom-coms.” sarah answered easily.

you were fine with the suggestion; it was usually what you two did during sleepovers. sometimes you’d sneak out to meet your friends at the boneyard, but it had been months since the last kegger and you weren’t exactly fond of the memory. maybe sarah would ditch you for a secret rendezvous with john b again, which would leave you in her room all by yourself. you could imagine yourself spread out on her floor, listening for soft shuffles in the hallway, and looking for rafe to come through the door. you shifted in your seat, coming back to reality on the cameron boat.

“when are we heading back?” wheezie asked, looking at ward at the head of the table.

“are we boring you?” rafe asked, causing your attention to shift from the youngest cameron to the oldest. and sexiest.

“i have plans tonight and to be honest, i'd much rather be anywhere but here.”

“you weren’t dragged on the boat. you had a choice to come just like any of us.” sarah said.

you looked at her then gauged wheezie’s reaction. she just sighed and sank into her seat. you pushed around a few noodles from the pasta salad rose had made earlier this morning.

“we’ll head out as soon as everyone is done.” ward said, reaching over to pat wheezie on the back of the hand.

sarah, wheezie, rafe, and you were on cleanup duty while ward prepped the boat to head back to tannyhill. you stacked all the dishes and brought them over to sarah at the sink in the makeshift kitchen. wheezie was on drying duty, leaving rafe to take care of the leftovers and cover all of the dishes back up. you watched for a moment as he picked up one of the dishes that was nearly empty and threw the rest out in the trash. you held your hands out for it to bring to sarah and he smiled at you.

“rafe!” you looked up at the sound of ward’s voice floating from above then over at rafe. “come up here please!”

rafe brushed his hands off on his thighs and moved around the table. “can you cover the rest?”

“sure.” you nodded and reached across the table for the pasta salad. a hot warmth appeared on your waist as rafe brushed past you, his hand touching your skin. you swallowed as the contact sent a whole heatwave through you and watched his back as he walked out onto the lower deck, his shirt brightening under the sun. going back to covering the food up, you turned around to bring them to rose who brought over the cooler. just as you did, you realized that rafe touching you had no correlation between needing to get by. he had perfectly enough space to do so in the dining area and kitchen. nothing was blocking his way.

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“i'm really upset that i didn’t get to witness rob lowe in the 80s in person. like, really upset.” sarah whined with her hands over her eyes.

“he had no right with that hair and that stupid earring.” you said, arms crossed with a pout on your face.

“and that jumpsuit!” you both cried in unison then laughed loudly. st. elmo’s fire had been a whirlwind of emotions, strictly from rob lowe’s appearance. it just wasn’t fair to be born so late.

“okay,” sarah said as she snuggled further under her covers. “i'm exhausted.”

“no follow up with the outsiders?”

“say hi to rob lowe for me. night.” she said and turned onto her side with her back to you. the tv was still rolling the credits before you stopped it and got out of her bed to change the discs. you weren’t ready to sleep just yet. maybe seeing dally would coax you to dream of greased up characters played by actors who were now twice your age.

given that it was only eleven, it was too early for sarah to be going to sleep. usually she was all for staying up until three and munching on popcorn or playing a board game with dice. you knew she was only falling asleep early because john b had texted her about an early morning date he wanted to take her on. it was so disgustingly cute how quickly she wanted to sleep after reading his words. so while she fell asleep, you tried to focus on ponyboy and his dyed blonde locks instead of the veiny-armed off-limits cameron across the hall.

obviously, you failed. by the time it was nearing two and you already turned the tv off, you still weren’t tired. the ceiling wasn’t moving closer to you or providing any interesting details as you continued to stare up at it. your heart beat rhythmically throughout your body as you thought about the instance of rafe touching you today. you closed your eyes and felt his warm hand on your waist again, but then you felt it moving all over you. sarah made a small noise in her sleep as rafe’s hand was gliding over your stomach.

your eyes opened, his hand disappearing, and a huff leaving your lips. you looked toward sarah’s door, shut tight and separating you from her family, from her brother. you covered your eyes and rolled away from your sleeping best friend. you peeked through your fingers, looking where you last placed your phone and debating on sending an innocent text. maybe you could pretend you meant to send it to someone else. but maybe rafe would find it weird since you didn’t have a texting history with him. no, it would be too obvious.

rubbing your face, you sighed again and sat up. you needed a drink of water. the glass that sat beside you was empty from earlier and you and sarah had exhausted all the stashed drinks from your earlier preparations.

closing her door quietly behind you so you wouldn’t wake her, or anyone for that matter, you breathed a little easier and found your way to the stairs. about three steps down, you noticed a faint light from the ground floor, but you guessed it was a nightlight just in case anyone like you came down, looking for a snack or drink.

the tiled floor was crisply cold under your feet, sending a shiver up your bare legs and eliciting goosebumps on all exposed skin. you wound your arms across your chest for some semblance of warmth.

the chill you felt two seconds ago reappeared as you entered the large kitchen and found the source of the light coming from the fridge. it wasn’t a nightlight like you thought.

rafe stood there illuminated by the light, very shirtless and sweatpants hanging very low on his hips. you swallowed as you watched him munching on something.

“hey,” you whispered quietly so you wouldn’t scare him.

he looked over, stopping mid-bite. “hey. you okay?”

“yeah. just came to get some water.” you held the glass up as proof and stepped carefully to the sink installed in the island. rafe had a slew of condiments spread out on the countertop and you glanced over them curiously as you filled the glass. he had made himself a sandwich, the other half not in his hand sitting on a plate beside you. just as you turned the water off, his hand appeared and slid the plate over.

“you hungry?”

turning slightly and placing your hip against the island, you knew you needed something to lean on from the way he looked right now. as if you hadn’t just been thinking about him upstairs, it all came rushing back.

“don’t you want it?” you asked, taking a shaky sip from the glass.

rafe shook his head and swallowed his next bite. “i'd rather you eat it if you’re hungry.”

you looked away from him and picked up the sandwich, taking a small bite. rafe reached into the fridge and pulled out the pasta salad. fishing for a fork from the silverware drawer beside you, he leaned his elbows on the island and pierced a few noodles. you looked away from the muscles in his shoulders and took another bite in silence.

“it was nice having you on the boat today.” rafe said without prompt. you stopped chewing as you gauged his expression. “did you have fun?”

it was difficult to answer when he was looking at you as if you looked stunning in a tank top and sleep shorts. it was two in the morning. you should’ve been sleeping. but your heart leapt at his question.

“i did.” you nodded once you swallowed the next bite. you then thought about his hand on your waist and felt those shivers all over again like someone had opened a door behind you, letting the wintriest winter air in.

you decided on one more bite even though you weren’t hungry at all and now you were feeling rather nauseous with the way your stomach was rolling and leaping and doing all kinds of things. all the while, your heart started to beat louder in your chest. your fingers pulsed. rafe pushed off the counter, trapping the fork in between his lips to hold as he closed the container and put it back in the fridge. it was darker once he closed it, taking away any light so you couldn’t watch him as closely.

but once your eyes adjusted, you watched rafe come closer. you pressed yourself up against the counter, knowing that he needed to get to the sink when he took the fork from his mouth. you picked up your glass, taking a generous gulp. the water failed to distract you as rafe’s hand appeared on your hip, his chest brushing against you as he put the fork in the sink. your skin was totally exposed to his since your tank top had ridden up. you let out a shaky breath into the glass, your eyes closing momentarily until his hand disappeared and he stood next to you.

“why do you keep doing that?” you asked, your voice shaking a bit but you hoped he didn’t notice.

“doing what?” he busied himself with cleaning up the countertop. you stared at his back as he opened the fridge again.

“touching me.” you said. he turned to grab the packaged cheese, opening the drawer to drop it into. it annoyed you that he wasn’t paying attention or giving you all of his attention. “you’re either doing it just because or you’re trying to tell me something.”

rafe closed the fridge and gave you a questioning look. “you don’t touch people, rafe,” you clarified.

“how are you so sure?”

you wanted to groan about him playing dumb with you. why couldn’t he just tell you?

“because i've known you for a while now, at least i think i do, and i've never once seen you touch someone else.” rafe picked up the dish with your half the sandwich on it and tossed it into the trash. you stepped back so he could reach into the sink to leave the plate there. “so, what is it?”

“isn’t it obvious?” he questioned, frustrating you even further. you were getting confused, getting off track of trying to figure him out. you wanted to pull at your hair. why did he have to be mysterious all of the sudden?

“what do you want from me?” you questioned, hoping you’d get to the bottom of it. sure, you had ideas of what his answer would be, but you weren’t going to do anything until he told you himself.

your mouth nearly dropped open when he took your glass and downed a long sip. becoming angry, you reached up and took the glass from him, splashing a bit of water on his face from the sudden movement. he held in a laugh, water still in his mouth.

the grin fell from his face as you wedged yourself between him and the countertop. you knew you’d only done it out of frustration from his lack of answer. he was driving you crazy. rafe stared down at you, moving his hips away from yours very noticeably while his hands found your waist for extra measure. you looked at him almost daringly, trying to egg him on.

when he stayed put on his decision not to say much, you found your hands appearing over top of his. they were warm on your waist and under your palms. the hammer of your pulse started to feel like a cartoon character was taking a mallet and whacking as fast as they could to your insides.

you couldn’t describe how it felt touching rafe’s forearms finally after stressing over them hours earlier. if you had stayed a little while longer, you might have felt his own pulse through the vein. instead, you wanted to learn the contours of his biceps all the way up to his shoulders.

“this would be a lot easier if you just told me what you wanted.” you whispered like you’d done when you first walked into the kitchen.

rafe’s fingers dug a little deeper into your skin and his hips hovered over yours like they weren’t even there. you swallowed thickly and watched your fingers run down his chest, his torso that flexed faintly you thought you missed it like missing a sunset change color. rafe stayed still even as you traced his jutting hipbone down into his sweats. you lifted your eyes to his, finding his lips parted and slick. you licked at your own, watching his eyes never leave your face as you felt him through the fabric of his pants. he let out a shaky breath. his hips moved ever so slightly.

you stroked him once, painstakingly slow from the soft lift of his eyebrows. his eyes nearly slipped closed when his forehead sank to yours. it was as if he was so weak, he couldn’t stand to be touched. it made the mallet in your chest hammer harder.

the second time you stroked over him, tightening your grip a little, rafe let out a noise and shook his head softly against yours.

“what?” you prompted.

rafe removed a hand from your waist to catch your wrist. “not here.” he squeezed out and pulled away reluctantly before tugging you along.

you watched his back, taking in a few shaky breaths. you focused on controlling your breathing as he opened one of the french doors that led out onto the wrap-around porch. the air was cooler than the one you just shared with rafe. it was refreshing as it helped you relax. you heard a few chirps of the insects and the bloats from a few frogs somewhere closer to the marsh.

rafe led you over to the patio furniture. he sat down in one of rose’s white wicker chairs, creaking under his weight. he tried to pull you with him but wasn’t expecting you to sink down to your knees in front of him. he sat up in confusion, his hands resting on your shoulders as he watched you reach for his sweatpants. you needed them to come off, or at least be pulled down. you needed to taste him.

rafe’s hands slipped from your shoulders as he leaned back so you could tug his pants down. you bit your lip rather harshly as the sight of him. the whacking continued and sounded louder in your ears. you wanted to cry out of joy and laugh ridiculously at the vein running up the underside of him. you had to swallow to control the salivating, like a kid anticipating chocolate cake for breakfast.

the moon wasn’t even out, but you could see rafe’s arousal on his tip. you reached for it, wrapping your hand around him like a blanket. rafe heaved a breath.

“is this what you wanted?” you asked him, running your thumb over him and collecting the warm liquid.

rafe groaned. “oh, fuck. yes.”

you rubbed his thigh as your other hand moved over him slowly. the hairs tickled under your palm as you brought it all the way up and settled over his hip. you rubbed your thumb over him again, eyeing that vein that seemed to be taunting you now. rising higher on your knees, you looked up at rafe’s expectant and waiting gaze.

“tell me, rafe.”

you drew your lips between your teeth, waiting patiently for him to speak. he looked down at you between his legs and held back a moan as your hand moved over him. “i want you to suck my dick. fuck,” he panted in anticipation. “i want those pretty lips wrapped around me. please.”

you breathed in deeply with excitement, careful not to show it so you didn’t blow your cover of how badly you’d been wanting to do this. would he think it was ridiculous?

lowering your face closer, you dragged your hand to the base of him and pressed a kiss to his tip. you coated your lips with his arousal and wondered if he was coming undone at the seams. what did you look like, between his knees, on your own? you saw his hands reaching to grip the armrests at the precise moment you stuck your tongue out, finally tasting him. it was an innocent lick, probably showcasing just how anxious you were to have him in your mouth. but once you had that initial first taste, you were gone.

“oh, fuck.” he repeated, his chest heaving. you licked him again then traveled down the length of him in open-mouthed kisses. feeling that vein against your lips sent a large wave of shivers to your core. you hummed in delight to yourself without realizing until rafe’s hand appeared over yours on his hip. catching his eye at the right moment, you tilted your head upright, flattened your tongue on the underside of him, and licked all the way up that delicious vein. rafe’s face screwed up in agony, but you weren’t even done yet.

taking his tip between your lips, you applied the slightest bit of pressure. you swirled your tongue, moving your hand around him at the same time. “shit,” he said as his hips flinched off the chair in return, rutting into your mouth further. his fingers appeared at the side of your head, pushing into your hair. “fuck, baby, keep going.”

you did as he said, closing your eyes and willing yourself not to choke. you were unsuccessful as you gagged and recoiled off of him.

“go slow,” he coaxed and loosened his hold on your hair. your cheeks began to burn from the embarrassment. rafe rubbed soothingly into your scalp. you tried to relax; you didn’t want to stop now just because you couldn’t take all of him. you breathed through your nose and concentrated on taking him slowly. you took a little past his tip, sucking your lips around him. the second time, you took a little more and licked back up that vein.

“good girl,” he praised, reminding you that he was there and that you were doing okay. the phrase alone sent ripples down your spine.

minutes later with rafe’s grip on your hair not hurting anymore, he rutted his hips and pushed himself into your mouth. you took him, quite surprised at your ability to do so, but it felt good.

“y/n, i'm gonna come.” he gasped. the new opportunity had you rolling with determination as you moved your mouth over him. he groaned louder and for the first time, you thought about his sleeping family inside. god, what if you were caught? what if someone had already heard everything?

the possibility edged you on to go faster, to make rafe explode into your mouth. you then thought about tasting him, all of him, about how you’d have him in your system. it seemed weird almost, but you didn’t care as you listened to him coming undone beneath you and felt his fingers in your hair. he swore left and right just before you made your own noise, surprised, when he finally did come undone. he spilled into your mouth, coating your tongue. you slowed your movements over him, helping him through his high as his chest heaved.

you sank back onto your legs once you parted from him. you licked your lips, swallowing, and wiped the corner of your mouth. it was almost criminal the way you had the dark to hide your grin, like it was an accomplice. you looked up at rafe still lounged in the chair and felt another heatwave at the sight of him glistening in his lap. what you wouldn’t give to have another go.

“fuck.” he sighed to himself once he caught his breath. “where are you going?”

you looked down at him when you stood, adjusting your shorts. when you saw how he was looking up at you, you wanted to do everything you could to just crawl into his lap and stay there, to have the sun never come up. instead, you knew tomorrow had to come. “to bed. i'm tired.”

for a second, you pleaded with the universe to have him ask you to sleep with him. you wanted to walk upstairs hand-in-hand and close yourselves in his bedroom. you wanted to lay down under his covers, to have him touch you until the sun came up. but you knew you couldn’t risk that all in one night. you could wait, only if he wanted to.

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Unique Armors, 2: Splint mail, studded leather and sturdy shields of all shapes, sizes and mysterious backgrounds. Fictional characters wear their armor like a second skin, seemingly owning no clothes but their ever-present protective gear. Armor can define a character’s personality as well as their fighting style and fuel a growing character arc. From Darth Vader’s futuristic full plate, Sturm Brightblade in his father’s ancient suit of Solamnic armor, Batman’s pitch black suit and cloak (Or any superhero costume) designed to evoke fear in criminals, Warhammer 40k’s Space Marines and their enormous powered armor, Croaker’s baroque Widowmaker armor, Goblin Slayer’s grubby armor and concealing helmet, the frost covered armor of Prince Arthas and any complete armor set from any video game, a character’s protective gear is a full body first impression. These examples are not powerfully magical or even technologically more advanced than other armors in their various settings but the rich description, emotional attachment and narrative focus allows the protection to almost become a character in its own right. This table of Unique Armor can serve as the physical basis for family heirlooms, legendary artifacts and magical or masterwork weapons. Alternatively they can be found as loot and become part of a PC’s distinctive appearance, allowing the player to become fully immersed in their character’s look and feel. —Note: Some entries call for the DM to “Roll a Random armor” which simply means that the DM can roll from the pregenerated lists on this blog or choose whatever armor they feel would be appropriate for the situation.

A breastplate comprised of swamp dragon bones bound with its hide. The armor leaves the arms bare and a skirt of leather strips go down to the wielder’s knees.

A kite shield with a pattern of a great serpent painted onto it, that will writhe and attempt to dodge any blows blocked by the shield. If the serpent is struck, it will drip red oil down the shield's surface.

A suit of padded armor consisting of a billowing assemblage of earth-coloured cloth that seems to flow with the wind as if made of sand itself.

A suit of Random Armor with the emblem of a crescent moon prominently displayed on the chest piece. A creature who suffered injury while wearing the armor experiences no dreams of any sort the next time they sleep. They wake undisturbed by the traumatic memories of pain and combat subconscious might have tried to dredge up.

A tower shield whose entire outer face is taken up by the Brightly Coloured holy symbol of a God of a Random Good Domain. The interior of the shield bears a large inscription that reads “The Wall Against Which Darkness Breaks” that can be easily read by the wielder no matter how the shield is held.

A conspicuous suit of pearly white scale mail edged with glinting gold.

A steel breastplate emblazoned with a coat-of-arms; A stylized golden windmill on a red field.

A rare set of Dwarven plate armor, created from thin sheets of a specially treated stone that resemble marble. This specific suit of Dwarven stone armor is cumbersome and more ornamental than practical, the whorls in its marbled texture area pleasing to the eye. Knowledgeable PC’s are aware that this design of stone armor serves as the dress uniform for the legendary dwarven defenders. Nevertheless, the armor provides impressive protection, as long as the person wearing it does not plan on moving very fast. Dwarven stone armor includes greaves and helmet, but not gauntlets.

A tower shield made of strangely glowing obsidian and fir with a single diagonal grey stripe on an ebony field.

A hulking suit of plate mail with overall grim physical traits. The upper arms and legs are comprised out of several long, silver-colored iron plates, while the lower arms are made out of a pair of two plates tied together. The hands are a pair of iron gauntlets, each having a pair of four spikes instead of knuckles and fingers made of cloth. The middle, ring and little fingers are fused together, leaving the index and thumb separate. The feet are a pair of leather boots with iron guards. The chest piece is formed out of two large metal plates held together by an iron ring, in turn, held in place by five leather belts. Around the waist and left shoulder, the armor sports a brown tunic with fur trims, which is tied together by a black leather belt with two dangling rings of iron. The neck is an extension of the torso plates, in turn, covered by an iron guard formed from a single, long iron plate that forms a circle around the sides and the back of the head. The helmet is a composite of iron, facial bones and fur. The nape and the scalp are two distinct metal plates, with a pair of small horns just above the eye sockets, the number "66" written on the left side, just above the cheekbone, and the white long hair protruding from the back. The face is formed out of white facial bones of some unknown humanoid animal, having large eye sockets, a large mandible with two spiky bone going downwards and eight distinct razor-sharp fangs, four on the upper jaw and another four for the lower jaw. A small alchemical circle drawn in blood is located inside the armor, written on the neck plate.

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A breastplate comprised of swamp dragon bones bound with its hide. The armor leaves the arms bare and a skirt of leather strips go down to the wielder’s knees.

A kite shield with a pattern of a great serpent painted onto it, that will writhe and attempt to dodge any blows blocked by the shield. If the serpent is struck, it will drip red oil down the shield's surface.

A suit of padded armor consisting of a billowing assemblage of earth-coloured cloth that seems to flow with the wind as if made of sand itself.

A suit of Random Armor with the emblem of a crescent moon prominently displayed on the chest piece. A creature who suffered injury while wearing the armor experiences no dreams of any sort the next time they sleep. They wake undisturbed by the traumatic memories of pain and combat subconscious might have tried to dredge up.

A tower shield whose entire outer face is taken up by the Brightly Coloured holy symbol of a God of a Random Good Domain. The interior of the shield bears a large inscription that reads “The Wall Against Which Darkness Breaks” that can be easily read by the wielder no matter how the shield is held.

A conspicuous suit of pearly white scale mail edged with glinting gold.

A steel breastplate emblazoned with a coat-of-arms; A stylized golden windmill on a red field.

A rare set of Dwarven plate armor, created from thin sheets of a specially treated stone that resemble marble. This specific suit of Dwarven stone armor is cumbersome and more ornamental than practical, the whorls in its marbled texture area pleasing to the eye. Knowledgeable PC’s are aware that this design of stone armor serves as the dress uniform for the legendary dwarven defenders. Nevertheless, the armor provides impressive protection, as long as the person wearing it does not plan on moving very fast. Dwarven stone armor includes greaves and helmet, but not gauntlets.

A tower shield made of strangely glowing obsidian and fir with a single diagonal grey stripe on an ebony field.

A hulking suit of plate mail with overall grim physical traits. The upper arms and legs are comprised out of several long, silver-colored iron plates, while the lower arms are made out of a pair of two plates tied together. The hands are a pair of iron gauntlets, each having a pair of four spikes instead of knuckles and fingers made of cloth. The middle, ring and little fingers are fused together, leaving the index and thumb separate. The feet are a pair of leather boots with iron guards. The chest piece is formed out of two large metal plates held together by an iron ring, in turn, held in place by five leather belts. Around the waist and left shoulder, the armor sports a brown tunic with fur trims, which is tied together by a black leather belt with two dangling rings of iron. The neck is an extension of the torso plates, in turn, covered by an iron guard formed from a single, long iron plate that forms a circle around the sides and the back of the head. The helmet is a composite of iron, facial bones and fur. The nape and the scalp are two distinct metal plates, with a pair of small horns just above the eye sockets, the number "66" written on the left side, just above the cheekbone, and the white long hair protruding from the back. The face is formed out of white facial bones of some unknown humanoid animal, having large eye sockets, a large mandible with two spiky bone going downwards and eight distinct razor-sharp fangs, four on the upper jaw and another four for the lower jaw. A small alchemical circle drawn in blood is located inside the armor, written on the neck plate.

A set of half-plate armor assembled from a combination of chainmail with metal plates (breastplate, epaulettes, elbow guards, gauntlets, tasses, and greaves) covering vital areas. Buckles and straps hold the whole suit together and distribute the weight, but the armor still hangs more loosely than a suit of full plate. It includes matching gauntlets.

A large leather shield made of glossy blue lizard skin stretched on fir, bearing a flaming hand of white on a dark green field. Knowledgeable PC’s will the emblem as that of The Hellfire Stewards, an order of mercenary paladins whose goal is to incite, then profit from, armed conflicts between nations.

An iron breastplate covered in a white tabard bearing a triangular, pale blue, shield symbol.

A tower shield of steel and ash, with five diagonal olive green stripes on a black field.

An exquisite armor of fire blackened chainmail, adorned with the blue-black feathers of ravens.

A close close-fitting bodysuit resembling sharkskin. Multitudes of overlapping tooth-like, artificial scales cover the body from the neck down. The outfit provides as much protection as a chain shirt with being as light as leather armor and imposes no penalties to checks that involve swimming. However the bearer must spend as much time donning the bodysuit as he would donning a set of plate mail.

A tower shield of brass and mahogany displaying the image of a lute within a square in grey on a black field.

A set of druid tooled, studded leather armor fitted with pieces of amber, bone, wood, shell and jade rather than metal.

A chain mail hauberk, split for riding, with a leather undercoat, polished from wear.

A silver plated shield depicting an intense battle between a zombie mounted on a dire wolf, a snarling owl bear, and a banshee in flight ripping a priest in half.

A suit of leather armor comprised of a mixture of soft flexible leather for mobility and hard leather made rigid by being boiled in oil. The suit includes a leather skullcap that offers some protection to the scalp and ears.

A shield with two metal sticks that can be taken out of the back. When hit, the shield either sound like a steel drum, a gong, or an odd snare drum, depending on where on the shield it is struck. When not in combat, the armor serves as an odd but perfectly functional drum.

A set of studded leather that not only offers solid core protection but also a bit of extra defense in the form of two defensive shoulder pieces allowing the wielder to shrug off blows with ease. The breastplate is crafted entirely from rigid buffalo leather, configured in a lamellar style. A series of lames, or leather straps, are successively layered, from the shoulders down, to create an armor that is not only protective, but also durable.

A kite shield bearing a strange device; A small white hand in the centre of a black field.

A full suit of plate constructed from the shells of giant scorpions. The predatory arachnid’s chitin is heavily polished and the inner surfaces are fitted with padding, rendering it flexible and rather comfortable to wear. The armor making process softens the bony plates, making them far more pliable and likely to bend instead of shatter when struck. The armor includes a pair of lobstered gauntlets fashioned from a pair of the hulking scorpion’s claw’s making the wielder truly terrifying to behold.

A full set of plate armor that encases the bearer in a suit of interlocking steel plates, designed for maximum protection. The set includes a helmet, breastplate, plate bracers and plate leggings worn over mail and leather padding. The armor features intricate carvings and is embossed to strike fear into the hearts of enemies.

A wicker shield adorned with a pattern of a coatl curled in upon itself and trimmed with emerald-green quetzal feathers.

A suit of military grade lorica segmentata (Splint mail statistics) made up of four sections: two for shoulders and two for torso. The infantryman’s armor consists of broad ferrous (Steel) strips fastened to internal leather straps. The strips are arranged horizontally on the body, overlapping downwards, and they surrounded the torso in two halves, being fastened at the front and back. The upper body and shoulders are protected by additional strips (shoulder guards) and breast and back plates. This design allows it to be stored compactly since it can be separated into four sections, allowing for easy travel when not being worn, which is perfect for long distance military campaigns.

A buckler of walrus leather stretcher over whalebone backing and grip. The wielder’s side of the shield and the grip is covered with elaborate scrimshawed patterns.

A breastplate made out of reddish steel which looks as smooth as glass, but feels rough like sandpaper.

An enormous shield made of hardwood, sheathed in tin and rimmed in bronze. When not being wielded, the shield is best carried strapped over the bearer's back.

A suit of Dwarven plate armor that seems built for the up-close slaughtering of one’s enemies. The helm consists of a large spike, like a rhinoceros, with many jagged edges along the side and the back. The torso and shoulders are covered with a spiked chestplate and pauldrons, that connect with interlocking pieces. The arms are completely spiked, and end in fiercely spiked gauntlets. The same for the thighs and legs, and even boots which are also heavily spiked.

A well-waxed shield fashioned from the shell of a violent species of ferocious snapping turtle.

An impressive suit of splint mail consisting of blade-covered metal plaques on the shoulders, forearms, hands and shins. The breastplate is lightweight and coloured a greyish purple and a rich purple robe is attached at the back of the armor's neck. Along with the blade-bound suit it a steel helmet with a trident-shaped ornament on top. The helmet covers the face and leaves only the eyes visible.

A heavy bronze shield whose front is embossed with a copper dragon’s head. The word “Elvalynte” is inscribed on the interior in a flowing script which knowledgeable PC's will recognize as the name of a famous dragon.

A full sleeved hauberk (Chainmail statistics) of interlocked rings of metal to creating a protective yet flexible coat for warriors headed into battle. Each link of steep loops into four other separate rings tremendously reinforcing each one's ability to stop a weapon's blow. The chainmail is designed in an alternating method makes use of both riveted and solid flat rings to create an armor that is truly impressive, both in style and in terms of the protection it offers.

A small steel shield, triangular, emblazoned with a griffon device in red on a field of grey. The battered shield is inscribed on the interior with the words: “May this shield be your protection in battle, Jallak. Honor the Galbrand name.”

A suit of steel scale mail enriched by colourful decorations that have been acid etched into the metal. Each individual enameled scale of the armor has been adorned with the image of part of a continuous flowing story, allowing a viewer to follow the scales around and down the wielder's body like a patchwork quilt telling a tale.

A large, round, slate grey shield. It has a completely matte texture and light seems to slide right off of it around the rim.

A suit of half plate armor beaten in designs of highly stylized faces inlaid with gold to highlight their expressions. Each half of the breastplate is a glowering, howling demonic face while the plate the protects the guts is a bas relief of a beatific, androgynous human face. The shoulders, helmet, and other pieces of armor are likewise decorated. When a creature puts on the armor, they feel and hear barely audible whispers, as if the faces on the armor speaks to them. The words are encouraging and uplifting.

A tower shield fashioned from the top plate of the shell of a Tortle (Or whatever intelligent, giant turtle-man species fits your setting) fitted with brass handles on the interior. Although on first glance the use of the shell of an intelligent creature would be in incredibly poor taste as a piece of armor, a perceptive PC can find that inside the shield’s rim the following words engraved: "In loving memory of an unsung hero. May he continue his dream of protecting the innocent.”

A heavy, leather vest (Studded leather statistics) run through with tiny slivers of iron, which give the armor a dull sparkle.

A well-made but unremarkable looking wooden shield. Structurally it is comprised of six pieces of wood in total, cut circularly and bound with iron along its circumference. It sports an iron boss in the centre of the face.

A set of brilliantly polished scale mail armor in a style you have never seen before. Every surface shines as though freshly oiled.

A set of Random Armor that is battered to the point of being near useless. It is somehow still serviceable but appears as though it could fall apart at any moment.

A tremendously solid and heavy greatshield (Tower shield statistics), cut straight from a great slab of primordial stone.

A set of ring mail with faded filigree work depicting cavorting salmon.

A round shield displaying an eagle's head, worked in red copper, fire-bronze, and silver.

A patchwork set of half-plate cobbled together from over a dozen other types of armor. The pieces all fit together enough to protect he bearer but not a single piece of leather or metal matches the aesthetic of any of part.

A set of flamboyant leather armor meant to be work by a fencer or duelist. The armor has over a dozen small, carefully placed notches on the armor, reflecting the number of opponents killed in a formal duel.

A round metal shield with bands of red and white surrounding a blue circle containing a white star in the centre. Holding it causes the wielder to develop a deep desire for freedom and justice.

A chain shirt of eleven design, made of incredibly small steel rings that cling to the body like wool knitwear.

A nice set of plate armor, acid etched with a silver inlay and burnished so it shines even in the dreariest of light.

A wooden shield wrapped in suspicious leather with a band of bronze around the edge. There is an impression of a human face contorted in pain in the leather.

A set of banded mail (Splint mail statistics) that emits a dull, pulsating blood-red glow. The strange joints make it uncomfortable for most bearers.

A large reddish grey shield etched with a depiction of a gaping maw filled with teeth.

A mantle of thick leather and thin metal plates riveted together, (Studded leather statistics) protecting the neck, shoulders, upper chest, and upper back. This armor is light enough to be worn for prolonged periods, and doesn’t significantly impede mobility, making it ideal for use by those who rely on their natural reflexes in combat. It does nothing to protect the limbs or abdomen, however, and while it resembles a heavy trench coat it is still quite obviously armor.

An ornate golden shield with intricate ancient arcane runes written in a long forgotten language along its border.

A beautifully detailed set of ring mail armor. The sigil of a gold hammer on the outline of a shield, dominates the chest piece. The armor looks in good repair.

A wooden shield, round in shape, its surface ornately carved with patterns of flowers and trees. When walking through woodlands, forests or jungles, the images change and move, almost matching the surroundings. Glancing in the direction of the shield, one might not see it at all, let alone the person carrying it.

An ornate suit of plate, decorated with beautiful silver scrollwork and priceless cut rubies adorning the brass-and-gold armor

A round elven shield, adorned with the feathers of cuckoos, ravens and other trickster birds.

A dazzling set of field plate armor with silver inlaid into acid-etched scrollwork across the breastplate.

A magnificent set of plate mail, the iron worked over with fire-bronze. An emblazoned crest of twin dragons coil on the breastplate in a crimson inferno.

A shield fashioned of polished mica from the slopes of Blackrock Mountain. The shield is a perfect mirror with a completely reflective surface.

A set of burnished steel plate mail. Enameled across the breastplate is a family crest of a sunburst behind a black ship, the detail exquisite.

A heavy shield, pointed at the base with a crown of spikes at the top. The shield is several feet tall and has a frame of wrought iron. The back of the shield is a smooth piece of metal marred only by the handles.

A leather jerkin that is covered in plates of poor quality steel (Ring mail statistics). Carefully sewn into the armored coat’s lining are 100 electrum pieces. The jangling of the plates perfectly masks the sounds of the coins as they occasionally shift inside the jerkin.

A tower shield made mostly from stone and greatly resembles a castle wall. It seems bigger from behind than it appears from the front.

A set of lamellar armor (Splint mail statistics) with each individual tile made of polished jade inscribed with a unique ideograph. When exposed to moonlight, the ideographs glow like polished silver.

A round steel shield that despite looking worn, is sturdy and free of rust. A mithril sprocket embedded in the shield's face rotates slowly clockwise, making one full rotation every hour.

A unassuming set of Random Armor, the inside of which is inscribed with a warrior's prayer, intended to be recited as each individual piece is put on.

A heavy steel shield with a prominent wedge shape like that of a farmer’s plow.

A suit of beautiful, black leather armor covered in intricate scrollwork, the mantle bearing black raven feathers.

A heavy black tower shield depicting a stylized face with a large, square-toothed open maw and blankly staring white eyes.

An angled heavy-looking breastplate designed to deflect oncoming blows. The armor is topped with a reinforced, folded steel helm.

A set of quilted armor (Padded armor statistics) salt-stained and mud-spattered with iron plates sewn on shoulders and forearms brown with rust.

A set of gleaming splint mail made of polished steel plates overlapping from neck to elbow. The cuffs are heavy pieces of metal, hinged, locked, smooth except for where sigils have been engraved in deep, swirling lines.

A black breastplate, etched front and back with golden scrollwork. It has seen better days, the enamel is chipped, the rivets are stained with rust but it must once have been quite the masterpiece.

A suit of armor composed of great plates of black metal. The various pieces are studded and bolted, beaten and pointed, spiked and hammered together in a mass or twisted metal. It is a wonder of modern blacksmithing that the straps, belts and buckles are able to keep the suit together while still allowing the wielder to move freely. The plate armor is topped with a protective mask of scarred black iron.

An ornate tower shield which has a small compartment near the handle. An empty flask is found within, engraved on the bottom with the letters H and D. The shield is flawless, either being made recently or just never having been used.

A large ornate wooden shield that according to the inscription on the front, was once the front door of a halfing mayor's estate. It has fine leather straps and silken backside that was probably made from some of the halfling's nicest clothing.

A suit of pitch black, studded leather armor fitted with big shoulder plates, numerous belts, bandoleers and straps and additional protection created by overlapping hardened leather panels. The armor is inset with dozens of silver studs and spikes, so brightly polished, they gleam on the dark leather like shining stars in a moonless night.

A breastplate that is constantly reflecting every conceivable colour, creating an intense, rapidly oscillating rainbow effect.

A set of Random Light Armor that when not worn appears completely inconspicuous. When donned, the armor is covered in a weak but constant illusion that causes it to appear as a suit of sturdy plate mail to any creature who has not yet touched it or come within five feet of it. Close proximity or physical contact renders a creature permanently immune to the illusion. The bearer can activate of suppress the illusion with a command word.

A coat of iron (Splint mail statistics), made of small plates shaped like leaves, each individually stitched into the leather beneath it. Eerie blue flames flicker on the dull iron, the horsehair-plumed helmet and the greaved boots, both found alongside the coat.

A breastplate designed for a military officer. Its entire surface is etched with beautifully symmetric patterns and runes. Minor damage sustained by the armor as a result of a battle automatically repairs itself, ensuring the armor always looks unblemished.

A steel kite shield completely devoid of any coat of arms or identifying standard. The surface of the shield is pristine and seamless. The shield’s outer surface displays a beautifully rendered image that shifts to match the coat of arms of whomever else wields it. If the bearer has no coat of arms, the shield remains blank.

A suit of mottled blue hide armor with a monster's cracked carapace serving as a breastplate.

An angular shield that is pure white with blue fractals emblazoned along its edges. It is said to be forged from the scales of a white dragon to defend an ancient dwarven city.

A set of half plate whose steel is always bright and shiny. Dirt and grime seem to simply fall off its surfaces and any dings or dents received in battle disappear overnight. The white angel wings emblazoned on its front are always shining and Elvish runes are engraved in gold and diamond around the armor's edges.

A black hide shield. Green stripes radiating out from a blue flower in the centre that has a shimmering light swirling within the petals. Rimmed with bone, it can be worn as a wide brimmed hat.

A set of green and brown hide armor that is actually constructed of heavily treated tortoise shells. The wielder feels slightly more secure and safe when it is donned.

A set of scorched studded leather armor that smells of ash and burnt hide.

A round shield fashioned to resemble the religious symbol of the divine being.

A glamorous buckler lavishly decorated with gilding and inset gemstones that glitter in the light.

A beautifully constructed breastplate that consists of seven separate segments riveted together, while the back piece is rigid. The lower two segments are hinged, allowing the wielder a suitable range of mobility, while attachments at the shoulders are intended to help connect a set of spaulders to the cuirass.

An overly large shield that weighs 15 pounds and is covered in dozens of overlapping sheets of metal across its face.

A set of silvered scale mail made up of triangular pieces of insect carapace, with three of the pieces down the front being a dark sea green. The top and bottom of the front have purple trim, while the back is a dull pink, and has purple shoulder straps attached to the inside with matching silver scale shoulder guards attached to the top of the straps.

Shield of False Sorcery: A rune etched shield that has enchanted with an overwhelming magical aura of abjuration and protection. Apart from this, the shield is entirely plain in every way and can be damaged as though it were a non-magical shield. When closely examined by a creature skilled in arcane matters it can be determined that the protective aura is nothing more than a convincing illusion which offers no protection whatsoever. It is not readily apparent why someone would go through a fair bit of trouble to create a counterfeit magic shield.   

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Princesa Chp.1 (Pero Tovar x f!reader)

Summary: A princess who ran away from home comes across and falls for the grumpy mercenary. What will happen between them and for her future of being a princess? Rating: Explicit Warnings: mutual pining, unprotected piv sex, fingering, language, use of the word whore/meaning sex worker during the time frame - Please let me know if I missed any. AO3 Link | Masterlist | Join taglist via here! More chapters to come will be linked here and taglist! ____ “The tavern we’ve settled up in for the time being isn’t far. You can ensure you’ll be safe with me and my friend. We have traveled all over and are skilled in many aspects. Is there anywhere specific you are trying to go to?” You nod and thank him before climbing up onto his horse with him. You had yet to tell him who you were exactly, just that you were a girl who needed help to keep moving. Little did he know that you were actually a princess of a kingdom not too far away. You had run away when your father told you that soon you were to be sent off to another kingdom and wed their prince. You grew up being a princess and having to do all the princess things but always hated, preferring to do what you mother called “unladylike things” one for example being sword fighting. “Thank you sir. I greatly appreciate the help. No, there is no where specific I am trying to go. Just need to keep moving.” You say. “I will explain more when we are in a safe enclosure.” The trip to the tavern wasn’t long. William leads you in and up to the room he and his partner had booked. Upon entering the room you see a man sitting hunched over in a chair, sharpening a sword. He looks up when he hears the door open, his eyes meeting yours, a scowl across his face.“I thought you said you were going for some food. Not a whore.” He grumbled at William. “She is not a whore. She is traveling and needs help. I allowed her to join us for the time being. Here.” William says tossing the man a bag of what you can assume is food. The man scoured as he took the bag, opening it and biting off a chunk of the bread inside. “This is my friend and partner Pero Tovar.” William states, motioning to the man.  “So who are you girl?” Pero asks, biting off another chunk of bread.You sigh, worried that once you tell them the thrush it’s all over. So you decide to wait. “I’m Y/N. I am trying to travel as far away from this area as possible. I have people looking for me and I do not want to be found.” “Why are these said people looking for you?”  Pero asks. “What did you do?” “Nothing. It’s my family looking for me. I ran away from home and wish to not return. I came across your friend William here and he said I could join you two on your travels. I can use a sword so I can be of help to fight plus traveling alone as a woman can be scary, I’d appreciate the help of two skilled men.”  You smile.Pero scoffs. “Fine. Just don’t get in our way of any jobs we pick up on the way.” “I will allow you to take my bed for the night miss. One of us will sleep on a cot on the ground.” William says looking at Pero stating in a way it’d be him. “Amigo…” He glares. “Like hell I will.” “I would hate to cause you the trouble to do that. Please I will be fine to sleep on the cot. I have done so before. These beds were yours originally before you picked me up, I shall not steal them from you.” You say. William hesitates for a moment before getting a second confirmation from you. He sighs and rids of his armor before crawling into his bed for the night. Not long passed before he passed out, leaving you alone with Pero who continues to sharpen his sword. “You said you can use a sword, si?” He asks, not looking up at you. “Yes I can. I am probably know where near as skilled as you but I know my way around.” You smile. “Who taught you. It is odd for a woman to know how to use a sword.” He says. “A family friend taught me in secret. My mother did not like the fact I wanted to learn but, I did so anyways.” You chuckle. He continues to listen to you talk, while he finished sharpening his blades, asking for yours then next and sharpening it as well. He has a harsh exterior and seemed scary at first but the longer you chat to him the more it seems it’s just his outer shell. A hard front he puts on. Nightfall falls quick and you shuffle some blankets around as you make a cot on the floor between the two beds as Pero sheds his armor and crawls into the other bed in the room. You're not sure how long had passed as you lay there shivering, failing to realize how cold it’d be tonight and how lacking in warmth a cot on the floor would be. “I can hear your bones rattling girl. Come here.” Pero speaks. “Wh-what?” You ask back. “Come here.” He growls.  You do as you’re told, crawling out from your cot and over to Pero’s bed. He lifts the blanket covering his bed up and scoots over to give you some room. You stand beside the bed and eye him in the moonlit room a bit concerned. “I am not going to do anything to you but keep you warm. We both need rest before we travel more tomorrow, now come on.” He says. Making note of his word you crawl into the bed next to him. He tosses the covers back over you both and presses his back against yours, so some of his warm body heat can radiate off onto you. You sigh in content as you feel much warmer and comfier already, silently thanking the new companion for his random kindness. It’s not long before you both are quick to doze off for the night. Morning arrives quicker than you had hoped and you are awaken by Pero grumbling beside you. You feel the bed shake a bit and Pero curse in his mother tongue before sitting up. “Amigo… what?” He glares at William who had kicked him awake. “I see you have taken a quick liking to our new companion here.” He says, eyeing you both. You roll over and sit up, rubbing your eyes to look up at William. “I was cold last night on the cot I had made. He was kind and offered for me to share with him to stay warm.” “Pftt him doing acts of kindness?” He eyes his friend suspiciously, silently asking him questions.The two have a silent stare down for a solid minute before Willam finally turns and starts to place his armor back on his body. Pero grumbles and crawls out of bed, following suit. You didn’t have as much armor as them to put on so you stayed wrapped in the warmth of the bed for a few minutes while they got ready before you finally emerged. Once everyone in your trio was set you made your way down and out of the tavern to their stables where Pero and William had their horses. “You do not have your own stallion do you hermosa?” Pero asks you. You shake your head. “No sir, I do not. I arrived here from where I came from just on my own two feet.” “You will need to ride with one of us then if that is okay with you.” William states. You nod and look at Pero seeing if he will offer for you to ride with him. He notices and nods. You step closer to him and take hold of his hand as he helps hoist you up onto his horse. He climbs on behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you sturdy. Once all were set you made your way out of the small village heading East. The sun was shining today making it unbearably hot. You’re glad for your lack of armor and lightweight clothes so you didn’t over heat. You wonder how Pero and William managed with such heavy armor and many layers. You tilted your head back against Pero’s chest and looked up at him. His armor warm against your hair. He looks down at you and raises an eyebrow. “How do you two survive in such heavy armor in this weather?” You ask. “We are used to it. We have traveled in many different weathers. We have just grown accustomed to adjusting.” He responds. You smile and nod, lifting you head back up to focus on where you are traveling to. The trip took two weeks before you arrived in the next town. Each night you made camp in a spot hidden as best as possible. You laid in between William and Pero each night for protection, Pero continuing to lay close to you to keep you warm with his body heat. Over the two weeks of travel you had gotten to know the two better, still being cautious on what you share about yourself. However, through this time of learning about the two you had found yourself falling for the grumpy Spaniard. Arriving into town William spots a tavern and leads you all over to it. You tie your horses up and make your way into the new town's tavern. After checking in with the host, William hands you a key, having booked two rooms this time so you have your own bed for the night. You thank him and all head up the stairs to the designated rooms which are across the hall from each other. You enter your room and the boys entering their own, all going to rest before one of them makes a food run. “Amigo, a woman shouldn’t be left alone. Not in a town we don’t know. I think it is best if one of us stays with her as protection if anything should happen.” Pero says to William as he shuts the door behind him. “Tell me… You normally despise anyone we bring into our duo for travels. What is so different about her? Is it because she is a woman? You didn’t treat the last woman who joined us this kindly.” William says. “I do not have to answer your silly questions,” Pero grumbles. “You want to bed her, don't you?” William smirks. Pero scowls at him and rolls his eyes. “She is different. There is something about her I am drawn to. Is that so wrong amigo?” “Not at all my friend. Just shocking to see you take so kindly to someone. Hell you don’t even take that kindly to me.” He chuckles. “I still think a part of you just wants to bed her.” “Si, maybe so partially. But, I will not treat her like those women I have been with previously. I don’t want to just use her. As I said I am drawn to her in some way.” Pero grumbles. “Pero I think the term you are looking for is attraction. Love perhaps? Have you never felt such a thing?” William chuckles. “No amigo. If you do not recall majority of the women we come across go for your pretty face. Not my scarred scowling mug. Plus I have not been with anyone who wasn’t a whore. I did not want them for more than what I was paying them for.” William shrugs his shoulders guiltily. “Perhaps this is a new beginning then. Go, you can be her protection. See if she warms up to you more. She already seems to have taken a liking to you. I will go for food again and bring you both some back” Pero nods and heads out the door across the hall to knock on your door. You answer it standing in nothing but your shift. “Yes sir?” You ask. “I figured it is not smart to leave you, a woman, alone for the night in a town we don’t know. I have come to stay in your room for the night and offer protection if anything may happen.” He states. You chuckle and shake your head. “I think I will be okay but I appreciate it.” You say, and notice a slight frown on his face with your dismissal of him. “However, please do come in. Even though I may not feel I need the protection, I would not mind the company.” You smile. You open the door farther for him to come. He steps in and drops his sword and bags down against the nearby chair. Quickly discarding his armor too, leaving him in just his trousers and tunic. “I just got out of the bath and was about to change.” You say. “My apologies. I did not mean to disturb. I can leave and come back later.” He quickly says. “You’re okay. You can stay.” You say as you start to pull your shift over your head. Pero’s eyes widen as he sees the material slowly rise up over your thighs. He quickly looks away as to be respectful. You toss the material down on the floor and chuckle as you notice him facing away from you. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. Pero tenses at your touch. It’s not that he doesn’t want it but that he is taken by surprise. Most women he would be right down to do so but you are different. You are not the same as them. He doesn’t want to mess things up with you. Maybe William was right on the feelings he was feeling. “You don’t have to shy your eyes away from me.” “Hermosa… we just met recently. You are not the same as other woman I have been with...”  He says, not turning around. “Yes sir, I know.” You say. “However,I find you rather handsome and kind. I do not mind if your eyes look upon my bare body. In fact I’d like you too and I want to do the same to you... ” Pero tenses as you start to slide your hands down his torso. He grabs your hands to stop them.  “Don’t get me wrong, I find you absolutely beautiful and would love to bed you.” He sighs. “I have never been drawn to someone quite like I am drawn to you. I fear of ruining it. I don’t want to treat you like the other women I have been with.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him tighter. “I am drawn to you too sir. That is why I wish to share an intimate moment with you. You need not fear of ruining anything.” Pero sighs as he gives in, and finally turns around to face you, eyes flicking up and down your body. He smirks at the sight. “You are even more beautiful than I could have imagined.” You blush at the compliment and slide your hands up his torso, lifting his tunic with it. He pushes it off his body the rest of the way before untying his trousers, tossing them with the tunic on the floor. You take a second to admire his body, the soft muscle and scars littering his body. “You have such beautiful skin. Not a single scar littering your body unlike mine.” He says. You guide him back to your bed, turning him so the back of his legs hit the edge and he is forced to sit. You throw a leg over his hip, the other following as your straddle his lap, which entices a groan out of him. You run your hands down his body admiring all the scars that litter his torso, arms and even the prominent one across his eye.  “I think all of your scars are beautiful. How did you get this one?” You ask, gently touching the one on his face. “Fight with a knight. William and I were hired to help a kingdom for a small bit of time, me and a fellow knight did not get along so we dueled. I got side tracked and he hit me with a dagger. I am lucky my eye is still there.” “What about these?” You ask pointing to three marks in a row on his shoulder. “Fight with an animal.” You hum in response, realizing how many there are and how they all must have stories. He continues to watch you as your trace a finger over several different scars. A knock comes from the door and Pero grumbles, realizing it’s William. “William… with food.” He grunts, grabbing your hips to move you off of him to sit you on the bed next to him. He digs into his bag and grabs a pair of trousers, quickly pulling them on. He trots over to the door then and opens it, seeing William standing there with 2 bags. “Thank you.” Pero says, quickly grabbing the two bags and glaring at William who is smirking at him knowingly. Pero kicks the door shut quickly and walks back over to you, where you are still sitting on the bed. “Hungry?” You nod and go to grab your clothes, throwing on a tunic and skirt. You plop back  down on your bed then, Pero joining you and handing you one of the bags. Digging in you find that William had found some turkey legs and bread for food tonight. Much better than the scraps you had been eating for the past few weeks. You both quickly gobble down the meal before curling up into bed for the night. Pero at first jumping up to move to the chair, still not wanting to push any boundaries with you. “Come lie with me.” You say to him, grabbing his hand before he gets too far. He looks at you and you sigh in response. “Sir please. Also stop being so afraid of me. We have already been naked together and you already know how I feel about you.” He nods and crawls back into the bed next to you, laying on his back. He curses these feelings he has. Normally any other woman he would have conquered by now and moved on but, you… he doesn’t want to do that. It’s different. Once he is situated you crawl over and rest your head against his chest. His arm wraps around your torso, drawing you closer to him. “You said you wanted to bed me earlier, yes?” You ask. “Mhm. I did.” He replies, gently rubbing your arm. “Then why don’t you?” You reply as you press a kiss to his jaw. Pero groans and grabs your jaw, gently tilting your head up to look at him. “Positive hermosa? I don’t want you to regret anything.” You nod and place a kiss to his lips now. “Please.” With your confirmation he rolls you both over so you are on your back and he is hovering over you. He slides his hand down your breasts and torso, gripping the hem of your tunic to pull it up off your body. He pulls your skirt down next then sits back on his haunches to admire your naked body presented before him. “You are divine hermosa.” He says, leaning down to kiss your inner thigh.You whine at the contact, wanting more. He leaves a trail of kisses from your thigh up your torso, stopping at your breasts. He slides a hand up and cups the one, gently squeezing as he presses a kiss to the other. Slowly he takes the nipple into his mouth and flicks his tongue against it, while the hand holding the other gently pinches the other. You gasp at the feeling and slide your fingers into his soft locks. He moves his mouth down to trail kisses over your stomach and slides a hand down to your core. His eyes meet yours, confirming that this is what you really want. You give him a confirmation nod and he slides a finger into you. He hums in response at how wet you are already. He teases the single finger in and out of you a bit before adding a second. His thumb finds its way to your clit. His fingers continue to work your core, bringing you closer to your release. You feel your body jitter a bit as you get close to the edge, he notices this and promptly removes his fingers from you. You whine at the loss. “I want you to come on my cock hermosa.” He states. You nod in response and watch as he undoes his trousers, kicking them to the floor. He hovers over your body and fists his cock a few times before lining it up at your entrance. He eyes you once again for confirmation and once he sees you nod he slowly pushes himself into you. Bottoming out inch by inch. You both stay still for a few seconds catching your breaths and getting used to the sensation of one another. You reach up and stroke his cheek, a finger gently caressing the scar across his eye as you ask him to move. He does as told, slowly pulling out of you leaving only the tip before pushing back in. Normally he is rough in the bedroom but he wants to be soft with you and take his time. He continues to thrust in and out of you, one hand braced beside your head to keep him up, the other trailing down to work at your clit again. His mouth finds yours once again. “You feel so good hermosa. So warm and tight.” He says in between thrusts. “As do you sir. I feel so full.” You smile. It’s not long before you feel your release coming forth. “I am close.” You whine. Pero nods and works at thrusting in and out of you faster, as well as rubbing your clit faster. “Cum for me. I want to feel you cum on my cock like I said.” He smirks. That was all it took for you to let go, your release washes over you. He continues to thrust in and out of you as you come down from your high. He feels his release coming forth too. As much as he would love to breed you, he doesn’t want to risk it yet. It’s too soon so he pulls himself out, fisting himself a few more times and cums on your stomach. He flops down next to you, both breathing heavily. He rolls to face you, swiping a finger through the cum he released onto your stomach and brings it up to your mouth. You happily suck it off his fingers. Once both calmed down from the action he crawls out of bed and grabs the rag from the bath, get it damp and comes back to wipe his release off your stomach. He chucks it back into the tubs and crawls back into the bed with you. Wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you flush up against his chest. “Were you satisfied hermosa?” He asks. “Yes sir. Very much so. I have only ever had one other partner before and you exceed that. Thank you for taking me to bed. I hope we can bed each other another time.”  You smile and kiss his cheek. “Of course. Stay with us and I will gladly bed you whenever you like.” He smirks. “Though next time I may be more rough on you like I prefer.” You raise an eyebrow and smirk back at him, amused. You curl into his chest and quickly doze off for the night. Happy to have progress whatever this new relationship with this newfound partner is. Pero keeps you wrapped in his arms falling asleep not too long after you. Happy but confused by these new feelings he had found with you. Whatever they are he will work through them and he hopes you stay with him and William for a while if not forever.

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[yourdeepestfathoms]

so are we just not going to address that Sue didn’t even TRY to save Carrie

like, this drives my anatomy-nerd self up the wall, so i’m going to evaluate a lot of the different Carrie: The Musical death scenes and see if they would actually be as fatal as they were shown to be and if Sue could have saved Carrie if she hadn’t been a bumbling idiot

(i’m not doing the movies because in 1976 she dies from the house collapsing, in 2002 she’s actually saved, and in 2013 Sue couldn’t really do anything with Carrie using her powers on her)

also i’m not saying any of this is completely accurate. i’m not a med student, i just did a lot of research and am in an anatomy class. i could be wrong BUT here’s my shot at it

Broadway Kids

okay, so, at first glance, this one looks like it could be very much fatal. you can see that Carrie gets stabbed near her spine, on the (if i did my directions correctly) left side, which is where the heart is located. HOWEVER, she is stabbed in the upper part of the back instead of the center, so it would have missed her heart.

in return, the uppermost part of the left trapezius would have sustained the most damage. the trapezius’ main function is to support the weight of the arm and control the movement of the scapulae, so a puncture wound would have most likely caused it to seize up in the reaction to the pain, resulting in the inability to lift the left arm above the shoulder. a stab to the upper part of the back would also most likely puncture the left dorsal scapular nerve, which provides motor innervation to muscles, allowing them to move the scapula.

additionally, underneath all that muscle and tissue, we come to the skeleton.

depending on exact location, Carrie most likely would have been hit around the second to fifth rib. these upper ribs are incredibly tough. to cause actual damage to the organs they protect, you would need to go between the ribs. however, you can see that Margaret stabs vertically, not horizontally, so the knife would not go in all the way. that bone is going to do its job and protect the lungs and heart by blocking it from entry. the most that could have happened is that maybe the tip got through and nicked one of the lungs, but not nearly enough to be fatal. damage would lie mainly in the flesh, muscle, and tissue.

for example:

i don’t think Carrie would be able to prop herself up on her arms like that. all her weight is going onto that injury and causing it to bleed even more, which could have been the thing that actually killed her, but not as quickly as it did.

and then we see here that she shifts all of her weight onto that injured side, which would only deepen her pain. though it is more realistic than her using the left arm to stop Margaret, as she most likely would have not been able to lift it with her injury.

BK Carrie should have survived, but dumbass Sue didn’t think to do ANYTHING, even though Carrie TELLS HER she’s hurt.

like the most she’s doing, MAYBE, is that with the way Carrie is positioned, Sue’s leg may be pressing against the wound, which would help stem the bleeding, but that’s a huge “maybe.”

but yeah, Carrie should have survived this wound.

Seattle!

it’s a little hard to see because it’s so dark, but Carrie is stabbed in the center of her back on what looks like the left side. furthermore, and what makes this version more lethal than BK, is that Margaret stabs Carrie horizontally, meaning the blade would have gone between the ribs and punctured her lung or maybe even her heart. but realistically, it would have been the lung, and this would result in something called a “sucking wound”, which is when holes are opened up in the wall of the lung and cause air to leak into the thoracic cavity instead of the lungs. despite this, they are actually rarely life-threatening. while there may be blood leaking into her lung, Carrie still has another lung to keep her breathing.

unfortunately, it’s most likely her reaction that made the stab so lethal.

i don’t know if it was done on purpose or completely on accident, but the way Carrie doesn’t scream is very much accurate to what it’s like to be stabbed. a lot of times, you aren’t going to feel the knife going in. that rush of adrenaline is going to completely numb your body for several moments. what she is going to feel, however, is her punctured lung beginning to fill with blood and her body grasping for air as breathing is reduced. this causes her to gasp, wheeze, and make strangled noises instead of an actual scream or anything verbal.

whether or not she would be able to prop herself up like that is debatable, as her trapezius was also stabbed and we’ve learned that that restricts arm movement, but it’s that panic that really does a number on her. her heart is going to start beating faster and faster, which is going to increase blood flow. so while her platelets are trying to form a clot over the wound to stop the bleeding as quickly as possible, the blood is just going to keep gushing out and disrupt that process. and to make things worse, she’s breathing very rapidly. that’s going to put a strain on the lung trying to make up for the loss of the other, while also straining that injured lung filling with blood. it’s also just harder to get air when you’re panicking, so she’s not getting nearly as much oxygen as she needs, especially when she direly needs it.

here we see a loss of limb control from the way she lies down, most likely from shock, but also potentially from the crushing pain of her lung collapsing on itself. because while a sucking wound isn’t as lethal as it may seem, panicking is going to increase that level of danger. shock will be actively working against her, but if she kept herself calm, she would be able to stay awake longer. but because she’s panicking, she’s not getting enough air to her brain, thus causing her to begin to lose control of her body.

another big “maybe” if she would be able to life the arm on the side she got stabbed in, but i’ll let it slide.

now, i think Carrie could have survived this wound, even with her panic. the thing that killed her? fucking Sue.

there’s so many things wrong about the way Sue reacted. i mean, they always react badly, but this one especially.

first of all, punctured lung. i know that Sue can’t tell that Carrie’s lung is damaged, but she should have guessed something was wrong with the way Carrie was breathing abnormally. like, the girl could barely even speak without sounding choked up.

and speaking of choking! one of her lungs is bleeding! laying her down is going to make it easier for her to inhale that blood and begin to choke. and just in general, she shouldn’t be laying down. maybe it’s more comfortable for her, but laying down is only going to decrease the room in her chest for her lungs to expand and get air. she should be sitting up.

but most of all,  Sue should have APPLIED PRESSURE TO THE FUCKING WOUND. SHE SHOULD HAVE CALLED FOR HELP. she can’t expect the victim of the injury to do all that for her- she should be smart enough to know to stop the bleeding instead of just sitting there like a useless idiot.

you wanna know what i think? i don’t think Carrie died. not in that moment. i think she just passed out from the shock, but Sue thought she had died and left her there to suffocate, even though she could have been saved.

2012 Revival

really shitty quality because the boot sucks and Marin stabs FAST, but Carrie is stabbed in the lower back, close to her waist, on what i believe is her left side because it looks like the knife is pulled out from the area closest to the audience.

so, Carrie is going to get stabbed somewhere in the left latissimus dorsi, specifically in the middle-to-lower area if i’m correct, but it’s kinda hard to tell exactly in the video. the latissimus dorsi controls several different movements for the upper body and the arms, so being stabbed in that area will most likely cause those muscles to seize up in reaction. it’s probably going to be hard for Carrie to sit up, move her arms, and even potentially move her legs.

in terms of lethality, i think this may be the most fatal blow so far if i tracked the projection of the knife correctly because i’m pretty sure it went straight into where her kidney would be. and the kidneys are essentially blood sponges.

have you ever had a kidney stone before? women who have given birth and had kidney stones say that the stones hurt worse. the first time i had one, it put me on the floor, weeping like a little baby until my mom took me to the ER at one in the morning. they’re even worse than period cramps. so if these tiny, grain-of-sand-sized chunks can cause this much pain, imagine what a knife to the kidneys could do.

the kidneys are full of nerve endings and have a lot of blood flow throughout them. they are also highly sensitive to pain. if you’ve ever been punched in the kidney before, it feels like getting the wind knocked out of you, except it’s not your lungs, it’s your whole body. and if Carrie had been stabbed here, she’s not getting up from it. certainly not as easily as she does in the show.

a shot to the kidney is going to put Carrie into immediate shock. i don’t think she would be able to scream they was she does because a blow to such a sensitive place is going to wind her. the pain would completely render her stunned for several moments. nor do i think she would be able to crawl away as she also does in the show. she should have crumpled straight to the ground after taking the hit and her body probably would have seized up for a moment because of how much pain she would be in.

the way she sits up after killing Margaret isn’t very realistic, either. she wouldn’t be able to get up after taking a knife to her kidney- not that quickly. i don’t think she would have even been able to kill Margaret in the first place. the pain had to be excruciating.

even though Sue still should have called 911 and tried to stop the bleeding, really the only thing she could do for Carrie at that point was make her comfortable. Carrie was bleeding out. so i do think this stab was realistic in how fatal it was, they just need to teach Molly how to properly act with a punctured kidney.

Branching Out!

also hard to see because of the angling, but Carrie does grab at the wound

and it looks like she had been stabbed somewhere in the center of her middle back, close to her spine and sort of where her ribs end, which means it probably struck a kidney. but not only that- the average kitchen knife tends to be eight inches in length. so that’s eight inches down to the handle going into this girl’s back, not only piercing her kidney, but also potentially a part of her large intestines and even maybe her small intestines. the result would be extremely painful, so much so that it would probably send her into shock instantly, as it should have done for 2012. but instead she screams and crawls away, which would not have been possible with such a lethal wound. the more realistic thing would be for her to crumple to the floor and open her mouth to scream and cry, but not actually be able to make any noise.

once again, Sue should have done more to save her life, but the wound was really bad. Carrie was rapidly bleeding out. it was nice that Sue soothed her, but she could have at least TRIED. like, CARRIE is the only putting the pressure on the wound. Sue should be doing that, not the victim.

Off-West End

you can’t see the knife because Margaret actually slashes Carrie’s throat instead of stabbing her, but this actually has to be the most realistic version of Carrie’s death, even though you would think neck wounds would be complicated.

so, Carrie gets her throat slit. the simplest damage she’s going to sustain is injury to her platysma, which serves to produce different facial expressions such as surprise, sadness, and horror, and also helps open the mouth from where it’s attached to the mandible. this would most likely make it painful for her to speak.

even further than her platysma, there’s damage to her sternocleidomastoid, which connects the sternum and clavicle to the skull. this is the muscle that allows the head to turn and nod, so when that gets cut through, she’s going to have some problems turning her head, if she is even capable of doing so in the first place.

and then even deeper and more severe than that are all of the organs in her neck. the most at risk are her larynx and trachea. but most importantly are the two major vessels in her throat: the jugular and the cartoid.

upon getting her throat slashed, Carrie immediately begins to sputter and cough as her jugular was most likely cut through and her lungs begin to fill with blood. despite this, she would actually be able to still talk, as there are many stories of people talking even after they got their throat slashed.

props to them for the realism in making Carrie HOLD THE DAMN WOUND SHUT. when it comes to something that is bleeding or just spilling in general, especially a throat wound, your first instinct is to COVER IT UP and STOP THE FLOW.

even further: THEY HAVE SUE HOLD THE WOUND.

FINALLY.

not only is Sue’s hand over it, but Carrie’s is, too, meaning even more pressure on that wound. this is a good thing because not only will the jugular and cartoid bleed a ton, they will also spray blood like a high pressure hose. of course, this isn’t possible onstage, so i’ll let them slide, but MAJOR points on not having Sue be completely useless. she still should have called an ambulance, especially for a slit throat, but i can give her a pass because she is having to hold the wound shut and hold Carrie’s body up.

speaking of: that’s a good position she’s in. Carrie is slouched at an angle with her head downwards, meaning the blood will fall out of her mouth instead of going back in if she were to cough it up. lying her down or cradling her on her back with her head tipped up will only make it easier for her to choke.

as the scene goes on, we hear Carrie start to gasp and wheeze as she drowns in her blood. very realistic. that’s going to cause a panic, but she probably doesn’t have the energy or blood to even do that.

despite all of these injuries, i don’t think Carrie would have died from them if Sue had just done something more to help her.

here’s my running theory: Sue let Carrie die. she knew she could have done something, she just chose not to. there was a chance for Carrie to live, but she didn’t let that happen. perhaps out of revenge for the massacre? maybe Sue was darker than we all thought...

extreme tldr: Miss Gardener should have gone to Carrie’s house instead of Sue because she would have actually done something