#Minimal Sports Bra

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Minimal Sports Bra in White ($30) & Adapt Camo Seamless Leggings in Unit Green (sold out) from Gym Shark

[bulldog-butch]

i have some bras and binders i would really love to give away to some trans people, is that something anyone would be interested in?

[dammitkat1e]

Holy shit my tiddies are HEAVY, i didnt think they were big enough to cause back pain but lifting them immediately fixes it super hard. Ive been trying to fix my posture to help my back but its been hard and i didnt realise that was because i was hulking around these fucking milk tanks around. I need to get some better bras.

[styleinmood]

The Different Types of Bras for Every Women Should Know Their Designs & Usages

Certainly! Bras come in various styles and designs to cater to different needs, outfits, and preferences. Understanding the different types of bras is essential for every woman to ensure comfort, support, and confidence in their daily lives. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll explore the various types of bras, when to wear them, and how they can enhance your overall comfort and…

[russo-woso]

hiii! can I please request an aitana x reader blurb where reader is one of barca’s medical staff and aitana has a crush on her so she keeps coming to visit her for really minimal/exaggerated injuries just to talk to and be around her (and maybe some of her teammates find out and start teasing her for it) thank you!!

Injury prone || Aitana Bonmati x physio!reader

Warning slight mention of injuries

Summary Aitana is always finding a reason to come see you in the medical room

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“Back again are we?” You asked Aitana as she blushed, her cheeks turning a red colour.

“I tweaked my ankle in training.” She responded, stuttering a bit due to the language struggle, but trying her best either way.

“Again? What’s this? The fifth time this week?” You questioned her, a smirk resting on your face as you watched her face turn more red.

She just shrugged in response, lifting herself onto the bed.

“I’m clumsy? Is that the right word?”

“It certainly is. Now, how did it happen?”

“Umm… I… fell over the ball.” Aitana replied after a few seconds of thinking.

“Sure you did. Right, I’m not gonna wrap it up but I’m gonna suggest you ice it.” You told her, Aitana nodding along with your words. “Get plenty of rest and hopefully I won’t have to see you tomorrow, not for any injuries that is.”

“Okay, thank you, Y/N.” She said, pressing a friendly kiss to your cheek before walking out the room.

—

“What now? Your knee?” You asked jokingly as Aitana walked into the medical room.

“My shoulder, I fell on it.” Aitana explained, massaging her shoulder gently.

“Hmm, let’s take a look.”

Aitana took her shirt off, leaving her in her sports bra.

You took a good look at her shoulder, no sign of swelling or bruising, if you’d had to guess, you would’ve guessed nothing was wrong with it.

“Aitana, did you really hurt your shoulder?”

“No — I mean yes! I did.” Aitana panicked, her cheeks reddening.

“Aitana…”

“No I didn’t. I just wanted to see you.” Aitana admitted, looking down at the floor.

“You do realise you could just ask me on a date?”

“Would you say yes?”

“Of course I would. Now, do you have anything to ask me?” You asked, a sparkle of hope in your eyes.

“Will you like to go on a date with me?”

“No…” you said, Aitana’s face dropping. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

[shanastoryteller]

happy valentine Shana!!! I can't believe i made it finally jgfcjjcgjgx i would love to see some fma (Sacrifice is free/ed&ling betrothed/What They Expect) or more of Lord Arthur De Bois, or time travel Jiang Cheng/drarry, or Avengers' Three Faced Goddess! (can anyone tell I Cannot choose favourites? They're all so gooood) and if none of those sound appealing, dealer's choice! thank you!!

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It's sort of awkward, because Eden insists on thick tights and long sleeves and keeps her gloves on, but Catherine takes it in stride and doesn't react with anything more than a single raised eyebrow. Maybe she thinks she has some sort of terrible skin condition on her limbs, or something, because she's perfectly fine with plunging necklines and the lacy bras Catherine shoves at her.

She hasn't worn anything besides a sports bra since she's had breasts. They're not exactly comfortable, but compared to the constant, background ache of the automail it doesn't even make a blip on her radar.

Besides. They make her look like a girl, shoving her breasts up front and center, and their size had been an annoyance when passing for a boy and a comfort when she looked at herself naked in the mirror, searching for the girl she was rather than the boy everyone saw, but this is different.

"Wow," Catherine blinks, tilting her head to the side.

Eden flushes and wishes that at any point she'd learned how to talk to pretty girls outside of life or death situations. "I hadn't realized they - I'm not used to wearing, um, girly stuff."

"You look good in it," she says, touching Ed's back and shifting her to face the mirror.

She's in black tights and boots with a chunky heel, taller than the ones she normally wears and sleeker, stopping just below her knees. She's wearing a dark green dress with a deep neckline. She's used to be hard lines and sharp edges, but she looks soft here, her hips and breasts curving out from her waist and the dress somehow minimizing the breadth of her shoulders, or maybe it's just that with all the skin on display in the center, her shoulders just don't get as much attention. She'd had to build them up, to make the automail balanced, to make sure her body could support it, and she'd always hated how masculine it made her look. But looking at herself now, she wonders if that just wasn't in her head.

Green's never been a color she gravitated towards, but the dark color makes the gold of her hair shine, brings out the warmth of her eyes and the pink of her lips.

"You're really good at this," she tells Catherine, throat tight.

Catherine grins. "You are a beautiful canvas, Eden. It was not difficult." Ed's face burns. "Do you have plans for dinner? We could have it at my home. I am, honestly, dying to curl your hair."

Ed hesitates, because her shade of blonde is rather distinctive, then takes a second look at herself in the mirror. No one is going to think she's the Fullmetal Alchemist looking like this. "Okay, yeah. Sure. That'd be great."

~

Catherine knows that Eden is military at first glance, seeing her elder sister in the way Eden stands and moves. She looks young, but she can't be that young, not when she has the stance of someone who's been enlisted for years.

She figures that Eden is looking for clothes to wear outside of her uniform for the first time and something in her softens at how insistent Eden is on keeping certain parts of her body covered. Her siblings have scars too.

When they get to their home, Eden seems slightly surprised at the grandness of her home, but gets over it quickly, which Catherine almost expected. She hadn't looked at a single price tag as they'd been shopping and had paid for her bags of purchases with a nonchalance that spoke of a familiarity with money, although that leaves Catherine to wonder how she ended up in the military in the first place. She hadn't gotten a last name out of her, but Catherine is familiar with most military families, and she would have heard if any of their daughters had enlisted.

"Your bedroom is so pretty," Eden says, looking around at her pink, frilly room filled with flowers and clothes and gilded in gold with a soft wistfulness.

Catherine loves her. "Thank you. Here, sit at my vanity, let's play."

Eden laughs and pulls her hair out of the hasty ponytail she'd pulled it into, letting Catherine run her hands through it and carefully brush out every knot. It's gorgeous, thick and silky and the most wonderful shade that Catherine's never seen on anyone else.

People always act so oddly with her because of her family, even those similarly situated looking down at her for her choices, to be neither an officer nor married to one, but that's just not what she wants right now. It's nice to hang out with another girl that just treats her like a friend.

"MY BELOVED SISTER HAS RETURNED!" booms from what sounds like the first floor.

She sighs.

Eden goes rigid in her chair, eyes wide. "What - why-"

"It's just my brother," she says soothingly, concerned with how pale Eden has gotten. "He's harmless, really."

"Brother," Eden repeats. "Fuck. Fuck! I'm so stupid-"

"It's okay," she says in alarm, "Eden, what-"

She gets to her feet, grabbing her hands and looking at her a desperation that Catherine doesn't understand. "He can't know I'm here. Who I am. Do you understand? It's important."

She doesn't understand. "Eden-"

There's the sound of heavy footsteps heading their way and Eden wrenches herself away, bolting for the other side of the room. She claps her hands together, then presses them against the wall, and in flash of light she's disappeared.

Catherine stares. mouth agape.

She's familiar with alchemy. The skill has been passed down her family for generations.

Eden didn't use a circle.

"I HEAR YOU HAVE MADE A FRIEND, DEAR SISTER!" Alex shouts, flinging open her door and flexing in the doorway. "I WISH TO MEET YOUR NEW COMPANION!"

She picks up a pillow from her bed and lobs it at him, hitting him right in his stupid curl. "We're having girl time, go away!"

"Ah, girl time!" he says. "A storied tradition that has been passed down the Armstrong family for many generations!" He looks around, seeing her empty room, and his eyebrows dip together.

She grabs a makeup brush, holding it up threateningly. "You know what else has been passed down our family for generations? The art of knocking! Go bother Momma!"

"Where's," he starts.

Catherine throws the brush, pointy end towards his eyes.

He ducks, retreating to the safety of the hallway and closing the door just in time for the brush to hit it.

She takes a deep breath, calming her racing heart and smoothing her hands down her skirt. She crosses the room, knocking against the wall and whispering, "Eden? He's gone."

There's nothing for a moment and then there's light and heat and she's looking at the the inside of her house, pipes and insulation, and Eden standing there in the center of it, eyes blown wide and lips trembling.

Eden, who won't let her look at her limbs and doesn't know how to wear girly things and uses alchemy without circles and recognizes her brother from his voice alone.

"I'm sorry," Eden whispers, arms wrapped around herself, trying to make herself small. "I just wanted-"

Catherine interrupts her, reaching out to place her hand over the arm Eden had been careful not to let her touch and is unsurprised to feel hard, unyielding metal. "The art of secret keeping had been passed down the Armstrong family for generations."

Eden's eyes snap to hers and Catherine smiles, squeezing her arm and hopes that she can feel it. Slowly, wondrously, Eden returns it.

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Minimal Sports Bra in Build Pink from Gymshark ($30)

[flemingsfreckles]

Armband (18+)

Synopsis: your girlfriend realizes the extent to which the Captain’s armband affects you.

Warnings: SMUT! shower sex, risk of being caught, oral sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), little bit of teasing, minimal orgasm denial marking, cursing, use of armband as gag… 🫣

WC: 3.4K

A/N: I’m a sucker for the armband 🙃

“I’m so proud of you.” You leaned over and whispered into Jessie’s ear. She had just formally captained her first game for Canada. She’d worn the armband before, when Sinc wasn’t available, or when there would be a substitute she’d find the armband being passed to her. But now it was hers, she was the captain, the armband was hers to wear all the time and it drove you crazy.

Jessie had always been a leader on the field, she was level headed, smart, she had the experience to back it up, but now the formal indicator of her leadership sat snugly on her left bicep.

“If you stare long enough you might burn a hole through it.” Jordyn had come up behind you, smacking the back of your head lightly and teasing at the way you couldn’t stop gawking at your girlfriend’s new accessory. She gave you a smile as she walked away leaving you and Jessie to have privacy again.

“I’m proud of you, Little Miss. Two Goals and an Assist.” Jessie nudged you back.

“I owe it all to you, Captain.” You let the title drag out, whispering it in a tone that told Jessie everything she needed to know about how you felt with her new title. She turned, one eyebrow raised.

“Seriously? You’ve seen me wear the armband a hundred times now it gets you worked up?” A small laugh falls from her lips as she looks at you.

“I dunno.” You shrug at her, feeling the blush radiate up your cheeks. “It's formal now.”

“Alright babe.” She says before walking off to go sign autographs for some little kids wearing her jersey. You make your way to another part of the field and begin to chat, sign autographs, and take photos. You make a lap before heading into the locker room.

You’re taking off your sweaty shirt when Jessie comes up behind you, her hands on your hips. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“What do you want to do the rest of the day?”

“Anything you want, Captain.” You say to her, turning in her hands so you’re facing her and again trying your best to drag out her new title. You raise your eyebrow, indicating your answer wasn’t meant innocently. You let your fingertips flirt over the band on her arm.

“Is that so?” Jessie questions and you quickly nod. “Go shower, I’ll deal with you when we’re home.” She pushes you in the direction of the showers with a smile. You knew what she meant by dealing with you. She’d fix the aching between your legs you had for her.

You were quick to gather your towel and soap before hopping into the shower, rushing in hopes of getting home and thrown into bed sooner.

You dip your head under the water, feeling refreshed as the sweat washes from your skin. You hear the noise of other showers running, the sounds of shower curtains opening and closing as your teammates clean off.

You're facing the wall when you suddenly feel cold hands on your bare waist. “Oh!” You say out of surprise before turning and seeing Jessie behind you. Her hand quickly covers your mouth. You look her up and down, she’s in her spandex shorts and her bra, her arm still sporting the armband.

“Hi.” Jessie leans into your ear, whispering at a volume only you can hear. “You said anything I want right?” She takes her hand off of your mouth.

“Yes Captain.” You lean in to whisper to her. You watch as Jessie’s eyes widen, maybe she hadn’t expected you to use the title in a sexual manner but given her reaction she seemed to like it.

“Good girl. You’re either going to be quiet, or I’ll make sure you're quiet, understood?”

You nod, you already know you won’t be able to keep quiet, you never could with Jessie. It caused a fair amount of teasing from your teammates from overhearing the two of you in hotel rooms after big games or stressful games. You really didn’t mind, you had no shame in getting fucked good by your girlfriend but you knew Jessie was quick to shy away from everyone knowing what the two of you did in the bedroom, or in this case the shower.

Jessie reaches up, angling the shower head off to the side to not waterboard the two of you, the heat from the water still keeping the air around your bodies warm. She pulls you in tight and brings her lips to yours. Your wet skin comes into contact with her dry clothes and skin. She gently sucks your bottom lip between her own, letting her teeth dig into it. Her hands roam along your waist and up to your back, she gently scratches her nails down. Such a small action already has you letting out a whine. Jessie releases your lip with a pop and gives you a glare.

She brings her finger to her lips, showing you the sign to be quiet. You nod at her, you wanted to give her what you promised, anything she wanted. Jessie also wasn’t one to risk being caught, but here she was, in the showers, teammates of yours just feet away. This was new and it was hot.

Jessie’s hands slid their way down your torso and to your hips. She gently dug her thumbs into your hip bones before pushing you backwards until your back felt the cool rush of the shower tile. That’s when Jessie began trailing kisses down the length of your body. She started with your lips a few pecks before letting her tongue meet yours. Just as you fell into a rhythm kissing her, she pulled back. This time you remembered to hold in the whine, biting your lip hard as Jessie began to place open mouth kisses down the column of your neck.

She paused in place when she heard your breath hitch and felt your hands grab at her biceps. You so badly wanted to moan her name, let your teammates know how good she took care of you, but you couldn’t. You feel a sharp nip at your neck before the strong suction of Jessie’s lips. She was marking you, on your collarbone, a place everyone would see when you changed. When she released the skin you looked down seeing the dark red spot already forming. You shot Jessie a firm look, to which she just smirked before whispering “Anything I want.” up at you.

Clearly wanting to prove her point, Jessie continues down your collarbones, to your chest, making sure to suck a couple dark marks into the flesh there. She brings her hands up each to cup your chest, letting her thumbs circle your nipples, making them harden under her touch. You’re able to hold back moans, instead letting out shakey deep breaths which have Jessie smirking at you, knowing what she’s doing to you. Before moving away from your head Jessie leans into your ear again. “Hold those pretty noises in, don’t want any of our teammates hearing just how needy you are for me, so needy that you’ve got me to fuck you in the showers, do we?” She shakes her head at you and you mirror her actions. “Good, now let’s see how well you can listen.”

Content with playing with your chest, Jessie makes herself a small path of red bites and bruises down your whole body right to where you wanted her. Jessie drops to her knees, one of your hands finding the top of her head and the other supporting you against the shower wall. Despite being on her knees for you, you knew Jessie held all the control in this moment.

Her hand trailed slowly up the back of your leg until it rested in the bend of your knee. She gently pulled your leg up and out before placing it to rest on her shoulder. She doesn’t lean in immediately, instead bringing up one hand to open you up, you watch as she licks her bottom lip, looking at your core then up to you and then back down.

You throw back your head in anticipation as you see Jessie bring her head forward to place her mouth between your legs. With the first swipe of her tongue your knee buckles and Jessie’s hands are quick to grab your thighs holding you up. Jessie dives her head back in, her tongue easily finding your clit and lapping at it. It’s embarrassing how quickly you’re letting out a moan. Or half of a moan, the second it starts to spill from your lips you close your mouth before looking down at the unamused expression on your girlfriend's face.

She gets up from her knees, letting your leg slide off her shoulder. She brings herself face to face with you and places a hand on your jaw. She turns your face to the side and brings her lips to touch your ear.

“What did I say about making noise?” Her voice is hushed and rough. When you go to open your mouth and answer Jessie’s grip on your jaw tightens. “No, don’t make excuses. You didn’t listen, you can’t keep yourself quiet, I’ll do it for you.” She drops her hand from your jaw and her right hand comes up to grab the armband, yanking it down her arm before she folds it up. Her hand comes back up to your jaw, and you suddenly feel your core clench around nothing, realizing the arousing thing Jessie is about to do.

“You like that armband of mine so much, let me put it to good use. Open.” She growls into your ear as she pinches her thumb and index finger hard into your jaw forcing your mouth open before her other hand bunches up the armband and she puts it between your lips and teeth. “That should keep you quiet, don’t even think about taking it out.”

You let out a sigh, testing how well the fabric in your mouth muffled your sounds, it wasn’t completely soundproof but it would work.

Jessie brought herself back to her knees, lifting your leg again and giving you no warning before her face was back between your legs. This time you can tell she’s trying to get you to make noise. Maybe she didn’t care anymore, maybe she liked the idea of you struggling to keep quiet under her. Her lips sucked hard on your nerves and you can’t help but bite down harder onto the fabric. You didn’t want her to stop, you didn’t want to make noise.

You feel yourself tighten your jaw more as Jessie’s fingers begin to tease at your entrance. She lets her fingertips just barely enter before she takes them away. The next time she enters them to the first knuckle before again taking them away from you. A groan of frustration bubbles up in your throat. You needed her. Jessie knew you needed her, that’s exactly why she continued on teasing. She repeated the process, liking how every time she entered you tried to buck your hips, hoping she’d go in deeper. Instead Jessie was more satisfied hearing the tiny noise that came through the armband each time she took her fingers away. She knew your eyes were screwed tightly shut, trying your best to not make noise as she had requested. She was keeping you just where she wanted you, right along the edge. You were putty in her hands and she loved it.

The next time Jessie teases her fingers and takes them away you pull hard on her hair, pulling her face back, her lips releasing from you with a pop. She looked up at you and you tried to give her your best begging look, you thrust your hips slightly toward her hoping she got the hint. Jessie licked her lips as she looked up at you. You were a beautiful sight, your soaked core in her vision, your torso littered in marks she made, your chest heaving from the teasing. On top of it all your pretty mouth was filled with her armband. Jessie was floored by your beauty, deciding she’d give you what you deserved, after all, you had been good for her and you had played well, she knew you deserved a reward.

Jessie brings her mouth to you, this time just sticking her tongue out flat and placing it against you. You stand still waiting for her to begin moving. Instead Jessie’s hands come between your legs to grab your ass. They give a quick squeeze before her hands start encouraging your hips to move. She pushes your hips forward then pulls you back, repeating the movement until you pick up the idea on your own, she wants you to ride her face.

You immediately oblige to her request, you begin thrusting and grinding yourself against Jessie’s mouth and nose. Your hand in her hair grips her tightly, holding her where you need her. It doesn’t take much, a couple moments grinding your clit into Jessie’s nose when you feel your leg begin to shake under your weight. You were getting close. It was becoming harder and harder to keep your noises in. The armband muffled the sounds but your jaw being open meant you couldn’t hold them in the way you would by clenching your teeth and biting your lip. The closer you go the more sounds that come out, pathetic whines and whimpers as you are unable to form any words.

You’re grateful for the armband and the sound of multiple showers running when Jessie pushes your hips hard back against the wall, taking away the pleasure of riding her face. It was unlikely anyone heard the sound of desperation that came from your throat as you tried to rut your hips against nothing.

Jessie stood up again, pressing her whole body against yours, the cold shower tile touching every inch of the back of your skin. She placed kissing along your collarbone as her hand still pressed your hips firmly into the wall, not wanting you to get any kind of stimulation.

She kisses up your neck and gently pulls your ear between her teeth, biting it before talking to you quietly. “You said anything I wanted right?” You nod against her face. Her hand releases your hip for a moment, she places her leg between your thighs helping pin you to the wall while also torturing you more with the pressure on your clit. “Don’t move your hips.” As if she knew what your next move was going to be, Jessie told you off before you could do it. Her hand moves and pulls the armband from your mouth. “Answer me, anything I want, right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Jessie says, looking at you. You’re not sure what she means until she glances from you to the armband and back to you.

“Yes Captain.” You say and Jessie nods.

“And you’re going to be quiet right? Be a good girl with your mouth full?”

“Yes Captain.”

“Okay, I’m going to let you cum, but you have to follow the rules. Can you do that? Can you cum for me in secret?”

“Yes Captain.”

“Open.” Jessie says and you happily open your mouth for her to place the fabric back in. “Now be a good girl and cum on my face and fingers.” She says before she pinches each of your nipples making you jump and let out a squeal.

Jessie drops back between your legs for the third time, pulling up your leg again and this time thrusting her fingers deep inside of you. Your back arches off the wall and you’re throwing back your head. She had you so worked up you already felt yourself clenching tightly around her thick fingers. She gives you one last look up before closing her eyes and placing her mouth and tongue on you again. Her fingers curl inside of you as she sucks and laps at your clit. You feel yourself flutter around her fingers as the tingle in your stomach builds and builds.

Her fingers stretching you, her tongue and lips torturing your swollen clit, the sight of her between your legs, on her knees in the shower, the shower where your teammates are just meters away, the risk of being caught, other people hearing your desperate nosies, it’s all building your high.

That high comes crashing down moments later. The noise you let out is that of a whine followed by a deep groan, one that definitely could be heard by anyone else in the showers if they were paying attention. Jessie works you through your orgasm before standing up, her hands supporting your waist.

“I told you to be quiet.” She says as she takes the armband from your mouth.

“I tried.” You had, you really had, you just couldn’t handle the pleasure and the moans had just happened.

“Well you need to try harder.” Jessie grabs the shower head, turning it back so the water runs down your body. “Let’s finish getting you clean, when we get home you’re going to learn what happens when you don’t listen to your Captain.” She says before reaching for the shampoo.

You had expected Jessie to leave, disappointed in you, mad at the noises you made, but she didn’t. She stayed in the stall with you, striping off what remained of her own clothes. She helped wash you before washing herself, when she turned off the water she reached outside of the shower grabbing your towel before her own. You step out first checking to make sure no one was actively coming in to see the two of you getting out of the same stall.

You’re not sure why you bothered trying to hide when you caught a glimpse at your appearance in the mirror on the way to the changing room. Your towel covered everything from your knees up to your armpit height. However Jessie had taken it upon herself to mark you across both collarbones and up the right side of your neck.

She watched how your eyes widened at the sight, knowing your teammates would see any second. “Don’t be shy now, it’s not like they didn’t all see you eyeing me up all day. They already know you’re getting fucked by me, what’s a little more proof for them.” She just shrugged. You couldn’t believe her sudden lack of care involving your teammates knowing.

You tried you best to duck your head and make your way to your locker, but it wasn’t long until your teammates started talking.

“Jesus, no wonder the water started to get cold!”

“Holy shit.”

“Y’all are gross.”

“Seems like you two had some good post game recovery.”

You hear a chorus of reactions to your appearance. You duck your head further and turn back to look at Jessie who has an all too proud smirk on her face. You’re happy to see she’s at least supporting a small blush, one that’s minor in comparison to the beet red face you had. You try and make your way over to your locker to change and leave before you are subjected to any more teasing.

“One, two, three, four…” you feel Julia’s finger poking at each of the marks, counting them out for everyone to hear.

“Hey, leave her alone, Captain’s orders.” You hear Jessie say from behind you. Her arm comes up to protectively wrap around your shoulders.

“Sure seems like someone took a lot of Captain's orders in those showers.” Janine says under her breath but somehow to the entire room. Your teammates erupted in laughter while you turned, as red as physically possible, tucking your body into Jessie’s.

You knew the teasing was worth it, the sex had been great, incredibly hot, and a good fix for your fascination with the armband. Jessie made it even more worth it when she took care of you that night, over and over, as an apology for the teasing you had endured as a result of her actions.

[abbyslev]

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺- 𝑨𝑶𝑻 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳𝑺 + 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬

A/N: hi guys! sorry for posting this so late, i just got around to finishing it. i am working on some other things, and as always feedback will be appreciated!! thank you all for reading and i hope everyone has a great day!

WARNINGS: literally pure smut !!

HANGE 

LOVES THIGHS

would die in between some if they could 

service dom 

literally down to try anything if you’re down 

100%  into teasing you 

when hange gets  stressed at work… PREPARE FOR THAT STRAP 

#1 pussy eater 

overstimulation god

likes to restrain your hands 

does not like quickies but will participate 

into lap dances 

the bra stays on AND ITS HOT 

RIDING HANGES ABS IM USNSIDJSUKAS

into thigh riding too 

is vocal

into praising (and degrading but you didn’t hear that from me) 

they press their forehead on yours and makes the strongest eye contact im jejsieksks

loves to trace random shapes with their tongue 

panty stuffing and sniffing 100%

aftercare is so sweet they love cleaning you up and they just fall asleep right after you do </3

MIKASA

not an ass, thighs or tits person, just loves you for you <3

LOVESSSSS giving but will not deny receiving AFTER you have had your turn 

into pulling hair like when she eats you out and you pull her hair!!! YES!!!!!

wears the cutest lingerie 

loves when you say her name it just sounds so pretty 

blushes over everything it’s so <33

will finger you until she dies 

making you suck her fingers makes her go wild 

pretty vocal!!! mostly small whimpers 

will die eating you out she loves it 

loves to run her hands up and down your stomach with her long nails sending shivers all over you

her hair gets all messy 

switch, mostly top but she has her moments 

BEGS

not into quickies, she prefers to take her time on you and enjoy all of you 

praise, refuses to degrade you</3

strap god 100%

literally so sweet will clean you up and make sure you’re comfortable when you guys are done :(

ANNIE

thighs thighs thighs thighs thighs 

she sleeps on them like allllll the time 

SHES SO INTO SPIT BYE 

degrading god 

yes pls :D

loves teasing 

seeing you squirm and beg makes her go crazy 

hearing her name following a string of curse words when you reach your peak makes her smile against you so hard

EATS PUSSY LIKE A GOD HELLO

depending on her mood, she’ll keep her sports bra on and it’s fucking HOT.

ughhhhh when she’s angry/ frustrated yk you’re in for a wild ride 

can go as many rounds as you want 

will always pleasure you before herself

“you’re so good for me.”

makes you ride her like crazy 

that nose is GODLY to sit on

grabs your thighs and leaves nail marks 

into thigh riding 

will always top idc 

she’s minimal when it comes to aftercare, she just makes sure you’re ok and cleans you up :D

SASHA

if you try and tell me this woman can’t eat pussy go ahead and log off for me

like one of the best pussy eaters out here ong 

ASS AND PUSSY FOR DAYS!!!!

into food play

she’s so sweet and refuses to degrade you 

“you taste so sweet, baby.”

her hair gets all messy from you pulling it

she’s so into it bye

switch 

loves when you go down on her and tell her how good she taste 

LOVES SCISSORING LIKE CRAZY 

will pleasure you before herself ofc ofc 

loves eye contact 

will pour honey on your thighs/ stomach and lick it off while keeping strong eye contact UGHSHSNSUSJSJS

loves keeping you from touching yourself like maam pls

will also die eating pussy

amen 

quickies are acceptable 

aftercare queen like will get you water and clean you up and talk your ear off until you’re asleep 

YMIR

do we really have to say it

tits 

literally the god of degrading like HELLO

“stupid slut” while her long fingers are shoved down your throat IM JENSHMSS

will tease you until you can no longer take it 

will make you cum 6 times in one second 

is always a top

spit playyyyyyyy

overstimulation is her favorite 

quickies are some of her favorites 

loves eating you out like a starved man 

makes you beg like it’s the last thing she does 

HER SMIRK WHEN SHE SISNDUKSJ

will restrain you if you don’t listen 

yes chef

will use her hands as your personal bra 

eye contact for days 

loved kissing you doesn’t matter what she’s doing she wants to kiss you </3

fingers you in like 5 different positions 

will go 100 rounds she doesn’t care

lowkey good at aftercare she knows how tired you can get <3

YELENA

 everyone grab your bibles and repent rn

ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS

loves spanking 

brat tamer 

strap game on 100 

will tease you the whole day like stop it????

leaves her shirt unbuttoned a bit …..RAAAAAA

knows you like when she wears that damn suit 

her hair gets all messy from you tugging on it and she gets all your lipgloss on her IMBEISJUS

will eat you out anywhere she does not care 

degrading like a mf 

“such a fucking slut”

just for you lena <3

fingering game also on 100

will overstimulate you in a second 

will go as many rounds as your body can take

sex in her office >>>>

loves whispering in your ear and then kissing your jaw 

leaves hickies everywhere 

“so everyone can know your mine”

yes PLEASE NOW

will hold eye contact while playing with you through your soaking underwear with a stupid smirk on her face 

chokes you OH MY GODHELP ME

spits into your mouth and almost dies watching you swallow it 

keeps your panties sorry i don’t make the rules 

loves when you sit on her lap and ride her 

THIGH RIDING >>>>

“you made a mess baby…” 

buys you matching lingerie sets NGHHH

heavy breathing and grunts 

loves when you moan in her ear 

she loves hearing her name come out of her mouth 

edging god

fucks you dumb ANYWHERE 

top<3

tbh her aftercare is so good she loves cleaning you up and thinking how else she can fuck you next time

[slowlyoats]

The Lost Boys: Incorrect Quotes

Marko: For 400 points, complete this saying, “better late than…”

Paul: pregnant!

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Star: And most importantly, I’m wearing a sports bra to minimize jiggly and bounce! 

Paul: Star honey. I think you're missing the whole point of having breasts.

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Marko: Where are you going?

David: to get ice cream or commit a felony. I’ll decide on the ride there.

[jenniekrj]

Show {Idol!Bangchan x Idol!Fem!Reader}

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Warnings:Riding,pet names,dirty talk.

A/N:I made this fic just because of this episode of channie’s room (I miss him so much)

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Being in a secret relationship with one of the most known K-pop idols is very difficult as his fans can get angry and ruin your life in a matter of seconds.One of the other difficulties of being in a secret relationship with Chan is that it’s very hard to hide your relationship,especially when you go out on dates since you’re both pretty famous.But,either way you still loved each other,that’s what’s important,right?

It was about to hit midnight and both you and Chan just got back from attending MAMA,which was held in Bangkok,Thailand.You both stayed in the same hotel room together without anyone finding out,of course.He was on live to thank his fans for giving Straykids a very important award.

You had just gotten out of the shower and were already needy,seeing him perform in such revealing clothes made you go in heat the whole night.You sat on the edge of the bed right in front of him while trying to minimize the noise you would make.You sat there,waiting for him to end the live and ask him for a small favor,riding his thigh.You were wearing tiny shorts and a sports bra,just to seduce him,all you could do now is hope for the best.

-

You have waited for approximately 30 minutes and he has already said goodbye to his fans.As soon as he hit the ‘end live’ button you immediately stood up and walked over to him and without hesitation,you sat on his lap.

“Yea,baby? You need something?” Chan whispered in your ear as his right hand wrapped around your waist and his left hand was placed in your hip. “Yeah…” You softly said as you pointed your finger towards his thigh. “Be more specific or you’re not getting it.” He sternly said as he brought your body closer to his. “I…wanna ride.” You mentally slapped yourself right after you said that,for some reason you thought he would be mad or at least shocked..but he wanted this,almost like he was waiting for you to ask.

"Really? My thigh?" He smirked in amusement as he sat back and you slowly nodded as an answer.

“Alright,give me a show then.”

Your head went straight up when he said this,your eyes were wide and filled with excitement.You lifted yourself up and positioned his right thigh in between both of your thighs and lowered yourself onto him.You slowly started grinding back and forth as he maintained eye contact with you.

Chan then grabbed both of your hips to help you out. “Yeah…just like that,you’ll be a slut for anything,wouldn’t you?” He said as his hands traveled to your ass. “Yes,Chan..a-ah.” You managed to answer him in between moans.“Fuck,you look so pretty like this.” Chan said as he eyed you up and down,his mind racing to other things he wants to do to you. “My cock could make you feel so much better than this,baby.”

As you moved faster,you could feel how wet you pussy was through your panties and shorts and that was a sigh that you would cum. “Ch-Chan! I’m cumming!” You almost screamed before you came,riding out your orgasm.

Your head fell onto his chest as you breathed heavily. “You liked that,pretty girl? You liked how my thigh felt on your wet pussy?” Chan whispered into your ear as his hands were massaging your ass cheeks.You couldn’t get a word out because of how good you felt,but he took it as a ‘yes’ anyway. “I know you did,look at how wet my pants are,all because of your horny pussy.” Chan said as a smirk creeped up on his lips.

You propped yourself up and kissed him,which led to a make out.His tongue made its way into your mouth,feeling every corner of it.He pulled back and said “You know…because I made you cum…

how about you make me cum,huh?”

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Congrats on 300 folower 🎉🎉🎉 can I request caramel lily it's totally ok if you can't lol btw love the way you write

Thanks so much for the req! This is SO much plot with a bit of porn, I'm not sure what got into me here! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Sanji x Afab!Reader

WC: 2100 LOL

Prompt: “I’d eat 10 devil fruits if it meant I could see you naked.” 

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It was Robin’s birthday, so you and the rest of the Straw Hats were enjoying an evening of drinking and celebrating. Empty bottles littered the dining room table and your captain was asleep and snoring on the deck, distended belly evident of his overindulgence. A few of your crew mates had returned to their quarters, the hour having grown late. You sat at the wooden table with Nami, Zoro, Franky and Robin playing cards while Sanji finished up dishes at the sink. You were all a bit tipsy, some more than others *cough* Zoro *cough* but it was clear the party was winding down. 

“I’m not tired yet. What if we made this game more interesting?” Robin made a suggestion and set her hand of cards down on the table. 

“*yawn* like a drinking game? I’m in.” Zoro takes another swig from his bottle of sake. 

“How about we put real money on the table? I know I’d kick your asses if there was actually something at stake.” Nami suggests. 

“I was actually thinking we could play strip poker.” Robin smirks as she makes the lewd proposal. 

*WOOOSH* 

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Sanji was somehow squeezed in between Nami and Robin on the dining room bench when he was all the way across the room at the sink not a second ago. 

“What an incredible idea, Robin! And it is your birthday after all, so we should all do whatever Robin suggests!” Sanji hurriedly spits out with hearts in his eyes, seemingly out of breath from rushing over. 

“Absolutely not. If you think for a second that I’m going to-“ Nami protests. 

“Sure, I’m in.” Zoro interrupts her. 

“Yeah I’m down I guess.” You chime in, wanting to keep the party going. You had known these people for years now, they were your best friends. Everyone has a body, who cares if they see you naked? What’s the worst that could happen. 

“Aww come on, bros! That’s like super unfair! I’ll obviously lose first! This game is rigged!” Franky exclaims while gesturing to his lack of clothing. 

“Rigged against who? Perverts?” Zoro cocks his head and smirks. 

“Whatever, I’m out. I have maintenance to do on the engine anyway.” Franky excuses himself and heads down into the belly of the ship to finish his tasks. 

“Come on, Nami. We can still put real money on it. Well… most of us could, anyway…” Robin smirks as she looks at Zoro hunched over his drink at the other end of the table. “Hey! I have… some.. cash.. somewhere…” Zoro looks in his pockets and inside his sash trying to find some semblance of money. 

Nami sighed. She pulls a small stack of berries out of her pocket and puts it on the table in front of Zoro. 

“I’ll add this to your tab. I’m going to bed, goodnight guys.” She turns back to Zoro. “Don’t lose it all at once, idiot.” 

After Nami exits, the four of you that remained settled your first bets and started the first round of cards. 

Much to Sanji’s dismay, he lost the first three hands and has already removed his tie, sport coat and belt while the two beautiful women before him were still fully clothed. Zoro lost the next few, casually shedding his shirt and boots. Eventually, after many more hands of cards and many more bottles of booze, the four of you are all minimally clothed. Robin was winning, still in her bra and skirt. You were sat in your bra and panties, happy that you chose a nicer looking pair to wear today. The boys were both left in their pants. 

“Alright, guesshh I’m out…” a very drunk Zoro sighs out as he puts his losing hand down on the table. Wordlessly he stands up and pulls his pants down to his ankles. 

“OH MY GOD MY EYES-“ Sanji throws his head down on the table to shield himself from the now fully nude swordsman. “ROBIN? Y/N? AM I BLIND?” Sanji continues to scream towards the floor.

“WHY don’t you wear underwear! That’s gross! I do our laundry!” You exclaim with wide eyes. 

“Hmm.” Robin hums. “Carpet does match the drapes.” She raises an eyebrow.

“Screw you guyshhh… I.. I’m going to… to lie downshh…” Zoro stumbles fully naked out of the dining room. 

“I’m going to make sure he makes it back to his room…” Robin stands up and dresses herself. Hands sprout from the floor and gather Zoro’s shed clothing and neatly folds it into a pile. Robin grabs the pile and heads towards the door. “… and make sure he doesn’t permanently traumatize Chopper in the process.” 

The door slammed closed and you and Sanji were left alone at opposite sides of the table. 

Sanji cleared his throat. 

“Shall we play on, angel?” 

You roll your eyes. You were up tons of berries, there was no reason for you to keep playing, but something urged you to keep going. 

“Bring it on, Mr. Cook.” You give him a wink and you could swear your saw a drop of blood spill from his nose. 

Perhaps distracted by your tipsy flirting, Sanji loses the next hand and stands up from the table to remove his slacks. He returns to his seat quickly but not quick enough for the large bulge in his briefs to go unnoticed. You smirk. You spot his hands trembling as Sanji pushes his money into the center of the table for the next hand. 

“Wow, Sanji, that’s the last of your berries! What if you lose? How are you going to afford cigarettes this week? It’s worth that much to you?” You laugh and take a sip of your drink. 

“It’s not the money, angel.” Sanji looks across the table at you with sparkling eyes. “I’d pay any cost. I’d eat 10 devil fruits if it meant I could see you naked.” You couldn’t help but smile at his desperation. 

“Well…” You say teasingly. “Let’s play then.” 

Your confidence betrays you. You lose the hand. 

“Shit!” You throw your losing hand on the table. You rub your eyes with your hand, realizing that you have very little left to remove. The air in the room is different from before. Earlier it had been four crew mates laughing and goofing around, now the air was heavy with tension. It was just you and Sanji, sitting across from each other in your underwear. He was handsome and you found yourself admiring his lithe, slim body. You couldn’t help yourself from becoming aroused. 

“Well, fair is fair.” You push the money back towards Sanji and move your hand behind your back to unhook your bra. Your other arm held the cups of your bra in place over your chest as you undid the clasp. You look across the table at Sanji and his mouth was hanging open in anticipation. You aren’t sure why, but you decide to tease him a bit. You use your arm holding your breasts to push them up and together before you let them fall out of your bra, bouncing dramatically. 

“Merde, y/n…” Sanji couldn’t pry his gaze from your bare tits. 

“We still have one more round to play, don’t we?” You pick up a new hand of cards and hold it with both hands. Doing this, you push your naked breasts together with your elbows, teasing the poor cook further. 

“I… Y-yes…” Sanji grabs another hand while shaking himself out of his stupor. 

You had four of a kind, there was no way you could lose. You were going to make off with all the money and Sanji’s dignity. 

“Royal Flush.” 

“What?!” You balk at the cards Sanji had laid on the table. It was his turn to lean back in his seat and smirk. You were speechless. You stared blankly at the table for a few moments before you slide out from your seat on the bench. Sanji watched you intently. 

You turn around so that your back is towards him. You hook both of your thumbs into the sides of your light pink panties. You bent forward at the hip, poking your ass closer to Sanji’s face. You slowly, dramatically peel your panties down your bottom, revealing your supple skin inch by inch. Sanji groans as your glistening cunt is revealed to him. You straighten your back and step out of your panties. You turn around. 

“Well, Sanji. Looks like you won. I guess you could take the money…” You slink towards him and swiftly hop onto his lap, straddling his trapped erection. You place both your hands on the side of his face to make him look up at you. You gently grind your bare pussy onto his throbbing crotch. 

“Or you could have me…” You purr at him, lips almost touching. 

Sanji takes no time to weigh his options before slamming his mouth onto yours. His hands fly into your hair, trying to force your lips impossibly closer to his. His tongue forces its needy way into your mouth. You kiss wildly for several minutes before you snake your hand down Sanji’s slender torso and lift your pelvis up so you can free his aching cock from its confines in his silk briefs. You give his member a few slow strokes before Sanji whimpers into your mouth desperately. 

“Mmm… Y/n.. please…” Sanji mutters. 

You pull away and kiss down his neck. 

“Please what, Mr. Cook? I can’t quite understand…” You seductively whisper out. You lick and suck his collarbone as you continue to pump his cock. 

“Need you…” Sanji is panting like he ran a marathon, he can’t handle your teasing anymore.

“Need me what, Sanji? Come on… tell me what you need…” You bring your hand that isn’t wrapped around his member up to his chest to tweak and squeeze at his nipple. Sanji lets out a high pitched moan. 

“Need to be inside you, please angel, let me feel you…” Sanji grips your hips suddenly and firmly. He could barely form a coherent sentence. You giggled. 

“Hm…. Fair is fair…” You smiled as you lifted your pelvis and aligned Sanji’s cock up with your hole before slowly sinking down him. The stretch overwhelmed you at first as you moved your hands up to grip at his shoulders tightly. 

“Shit, angel… so tight and wet…” Sanji buries his face in your breasts as you adjust your body to his length. 

“Fuck…” You moan softly as you begin to bounce softly on Sanji’s cock. He was thicker than expected, and the anticipation had your body alight with sensation. 

“Does it feel nice, my love? Is my cock good for you? Please tell me…” Sanji breaths out as you use him for your pleasure, trying to contain his own release. 

“Mmmh…” You let out a moan as you switch from bouncing to grinding yourself onto the blonde’s slim hips. “You feel so good inside me, baby… you’re doing so good for me…” You rub your clit into the base of his shaft as Sanji hits that sweet spot inside of you. You bring your gaze to look into his eyes. Those gorgeous ice-blue eyes stared up at you with what could only be described as adoration and amazement. You saw tears well in his glazed eyes, he was clearly so lost inside the pleasure that was your warm cunt. 

“So good…” You continued to praise him. “Gonna cum…” You throw your head back and grip Sanji’s shoulders tighter. 

“Please cum on me, angel, want to feel your pussy when you cum, please…” You hear Sanji’s muttering but you were too focused on reaching your peak. 

You shriek out a loud moan as your orgasm rolls through your body. You fall forward into Sanji’s neck and stop your movements as the spasms slow down. Sanji picks up the slack and pumps his hips upwards into yours, finally able to let go. 

“Fuck, love, I’m cumming!” Sanji slams your hips down onto his and works his load deep into your cunt with a loud groan. 

After you both catch your breath from the intense love-making session you had just experienced in the dining room, you slide yourself off of Sanji’s cock and sit onto the seat next to him. You put your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted. 

Sanji reached for his pack of cigarettes, desperately needing one after his climax. He finds the pack empty. He looks at all the money that is now rightfully yours on the table. 

“So…. I might need to borrow a little cash this week…” 

[mxjackparker]

Rating the kinds of binders I used at different times in my life (including weird DIY shit), before top surgery:

Neoprene waist support as a binder - 4/10 I got them from PoundLand and put them over my chest. I used them a lot and I know I was wearing one in this Jack Frost cosplay. Hurt a bit, constricted breathing, so much sweat, but I could undo it fast and easily. Got me very flat.

Layered sports bras as a binder - 2/10 Did not get me totally flat and also constricted my breathing more than other DIY methods. I'd wear 3 or 4 of them at a time and I'd have really deep red lines afterwards that were sore. Also annoying to take off.

GC2B binder with a Spectrum binder on top - 5/10 Worked to get me about as flat as could reasonably be achieved without being dangerous. Couldn't reach up without dislodging it and making weird wrinkles. Had to readjust my chest a lot. Breathing restriction was minimal, but it did feel uncomfortably tight.

GC2B full-tank binder - 7/10 Didn't ride up. Flattened effectively. Absorbs sweat in a way that was kind of gross and meant I had to wash it a lot. Did restrict my breathing a bit and was hard to get into, likely because it was a little too small. Notably, with my size chest, no binding option that didn't cause some discomfort was going to get me anywhere near flat.

Top surgery - 10/10 Binders were never going to work the way I wanted in the long-term because my chest was huge and a binder that didn't hurt me wouldn't have gotten me totally flat. I should have compromised flatness for health... but I wasn't gonna do that. :)

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Haunted

“It's getting dark and it's all too quiet

And I can't trust anything now

And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake”

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Reader escapes her abusive ex and moves to the alps. Bucky is in denial about some things, like what the year is, and if he’s dead. Part 1/6

Warnings: Mentions of an abusive boyfriend, Ghosts.

Masterlist Pt.Two

You shiver as a freezing cold breeze finds its way through the cracks of the window. The train is old, insulation and heat are nowhere to be found. You sit back in your seat cupping your hands for warmth, looking around at all the empty seats, you’re sure its only you on the train, no one wants to go to this tiny village in Austrian Alps. You made sure when you picked it, population of only 200, no one would find you there.

Some people might say you’re crazy for moving halfway across the world because of a crazy ex, but it wasn’t just that. You couldn’t shake the feeling of disappearing. How freeing it would be, to live just for yourself. You know it was the right thing to do, you had to much emotional baggage and you left it in the taxi at the airport in New York. It was also who you left in that taxi, they are the reason you walked into an airport with nothing but the clothes on your back and a purse.

They didn’t know you were hidden underneath three layers of shirts, pants, underwear, socks. You looked like a hobo, but no one could tell you had shorts, leggings, and jeans underneath your baggy sweats. No one noticed the sports bra overtop the strapless one, or the doubling of tank tops. Maybe they noticed the light blue of your favorite t-shirt popping out of the collar of your grandma's cable knit sweater. Did they notice the amount of gold bracelets or the diamond rings on your fingers? He didn’t, you hid your hands in your sleeves around him. TSA didn’t bat an eye though. Your purse contains everything, your whole life stuffed into a school bag you’d been pretending was a new purse. You made up the excuse that you needed more organization. You practically brought nothing; he’d notice if it was stuffed to the gills.

You told him you were picking up your cousin from the airport, you knew he wouldn’t let you go by yourself, so you couldn’t pack a bag. You just got extremely lucky when he said he’d wait in the taxi. That was 10 hours ago, and it was night then, it’s somehow 2 pm here. You were exhausted and freezing, you just wanted to get to your cabin.

You bought it in secret when your aunt died last year. Instead of putting you in her will, she left cash behind in the cat food container. She knew your situation, and she knew you’d be the only one to think about her cats after she died. When you found the money, it had a note saying to make a secret savings account, never tell a soul, one day the moment would come when you’d had enough. You know your aunt didn’t mean move to Austria, but what can you do when your abusive boyfriend is a secret agent for shield. You have to be this dramatic, taking chances wasn’t an option now. You had to go as far as you could. Even though disappearing excited you, it was very necessary. The chance was minimal that he would ever find you, but it was enough to keep you looking around the train.

When you make it to the tiny town you don't realize there is a welcome parade waiting for you. It really only consists of some local women and pies. They keep you entertained with their broken English, as you all hike your way up to your new cabin. They tell you how lucky they are to have you, how excited they are for summer and to be able to show you around more properly.

You thank one of the women as she hands you a key, "The bank sent this from the city.". You wave them off, turning the key and stepping inside. Once you're in the door you're standing in the kitchen, a countertop that doubles as a bar separates it from the open concept living room. A wooden staircase leads to a loft bedroom. You smile at the thought of no more slamming doors.

You do see one door, making your way towards it. Opening it reveals an outdated bathroom that needed some tlc. You covered your nose at the stench of mildew. There was a major leak, you need to find where it comes from so it doesn't get worse. You make your way up the stairs, and you search around for the cause of your grief. A sizable patch of mold is found behind your bed, under the windowsill. The realtor's photos did not disclose this damage.

As you’re bent over accessing the costs, you hear a loud creak come from downstairs. It's enough for you to jump up and run to the banister, searching for what caused it. You find nothing, you tell yourself it's just the wind and shake it off. It's too early to be getting spooked. This cabin is so old, there's bound to be creaks and whispers ever once and a while.

You make your way downstairs to have a closer look around. You check the cupboards to find that the women stocked you up with the basic necessities, sugar, flour, salt. You find farm fresh milk, cheese, and eggs in the fridge. You close the tin door; the women were nice enough to give you food but not enough to dust the place. You find some supplies under the sink and get to work.

You dust old pictures of strangers, as you're knocking down cobwebs in the corners a powerful scent clouds your mind. You stand against the wall, steadying yourself. Pine and mint, it is gone before it was truly there. No matter how hard you try to find the smell again, it's gone. You try to explain it away to yourself.

You're done by the time the sun finishes setting. The cabin envelopes you in a dim yellow glow from the old lamps. Ornate rugs where found, rolled up inside an armoire. The leather of the couch gleamed due to the scrubbing and polishing you did. A warmth fills the room, something you haven't felt in your own home in years. You run into the kitchen grabbing a glass of milk and a piece of pie.

You devour your pie and milk before you can find a watchable channel on the tv with an antenna. You settle on the hallmark channel. The acting is enough to make you cringe. But you know entertainment is slim pickings in the mountains. Throwing a fleece blanket around your shoulders your curl up into a ball. You start to fall asleep when the princess on the screen admits she was not who she said she was.

Right as your eyes close the front door bursts open. White flurries intrude on the warmth you created. You jump back, holding your chest. You know this is it, he found you that quick. When no one enters, you run and slam the door shut, locking it behind yourself. You can't help but laugh manically at yourself for clutching your pearls. Turning, you make your way upstairs, today was hectic, and you're too exhausted to deal with anything,

You wiggle your way into the flannel sheets. As you fall asleep you think about everything you left behind. Your family, a few friends, him. Your family was the hardest part. Your little brother Max will understand one day. You are going to miss out on so much, you just hope they don't hate you forever.

A stinging stabs your eye, and before you know it, tears are pooling on your pillow. It is all becoming overwhelming. Leaving your whole family behind, spending all of your aunt's money on a cabin, being alone in this cabin, the constant fear that he is coming. You had luxuries in New York; places to run, people that can hear everything. You don't know what he would do out here, especially because of what you did.

Before you can spiral completely you hear the faint sound of a train whistle. Strange, you think to yourself. The tracks are a mile away back in town, there's no way you should be able to hear them out here. The whistle sounds like it's getting closer and closer. You stand from the bed and look outside the window; you're greeted with darkness and still trees.

With no sights on a train, your heart jumps out of your chest when the house begins to rumble beneath your feet. It's like only the cabin was being affected by the nearby train. You walk to the center of the room, covering your ears as the whistle gets unbearably loud. The cabin starts shaking violently, causing a picture frame to crash on the ground. You let out a scream and fall to your knees.

Everything ceases. The house is silent, your rapid breathing echos off the walls. You raise your head, looking around, you half expect something to pop out at you. When nothing comes, you stand and slowly walk down the stairs. The only thing out of place, shattered glass.

You cross the room to the kitchen, grabbing the broom off the hook. You're still trying to explain it away and catch your breath as you sweep up the shards. Maybe there is a different set of tracks nearby. You're being paranoid because it's your first night. It will take time for everything to be okay again. You toss what is left of the frame, practically crawling back to bed.

You fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow, exhaustion overtaking you. Your dreams are no reprieve from your fast-moving life. You're hurt really bad, and you're trying to flag down a soldier in the woods for help. He's running away from you, holding his shoulder, screaming a man's name. Its muffled, and his face is fuzzy, the only thing you could make out were images of dog tags.

You drift to a happier place as you smell mint and pine again. Instead of clouding your senses, this time it relaxes them. letting your dreams ease your anxiety while you slept.

[uncanny-tranny]

Hi! would you by any chance have tips on how to get a binder when your parents refuse to buy you one? ☹️

That's definitely a sensitive and complex answer, and while I might not know of the best option for your unique situation, there are some ways you can go about this.

If it's a foregone conclusion that you cannot convince them of this, what I used to do is DIY my binder. The ways I primarily did this were:

Option One: Wearing a camisole that was one size smaller than I actually was (so, wearing a small instead of a medium, for instance), then folding it up over my chest. As a disclaimer, this may only work well if you are smaller in the chest

Option Two: Layering two sports bras in my size over each other. Some of the DIY tips I found before I got a traditional binder advised to wear one sports bra in your size, then wear another sports bra backwards in a size smaller. I would advise against this for potential safety reasons, but also because (at least personally), it can be ineffective and a waste of resources.

Some people have also had friends or other family members order their binder for them, but this can be risky, depending on your situation. While I don't know the ins and outs of your specific circumstances, risk management is important to me, so I would recommend this if it is a risk that is acceptable to make.

I understand what it's like to not have access to this resource, so what I will do is advise you against:

Binding with ace bandages (I did this before (multiple times, in fact, because of dysphoria), and believe me, not only did it hurt like hell, but it constricted my body so heavily that I may have done long-term harm)

Wearing a DIY binder (or any kind, for that matter) for longer than your body can handle

Doing DIY in such a way that even mimics binding with ace bandages. This means that your binder shouldn't constrict your ribs, breathing, or range of movement

Here are some general good practices that you should use to guide you for any type of binding, whether traditional or DIY:

When you start binding, only do so in very short sessions to begin with. While binding shouldn't outright hurt, it can be a weird transition while your body is getting used to that new sensation

Minimize heavy lifting or exercise while binding. If it is unavoidable, drink plenty of water and take plenty of breaks

Stretch after binding

Don't bind while sick or have inflammation in your lungs or chest

If you DIY, treat your binder like it is a traditional binder. Don't make the mistake of assuming you don't need to listen to your body because you aren't using a "traditional" binding method

Ultimately, listen to your body. If it is telling you that it needs a break, honour that. Your body isn't punishing you, it is trying to keep you (and it) safe, even if it doesn't feel like it

In the end, this isn't perfect. Sometimes, parents do come around, even in their own ways, even if little by little, they come around. When I first came out officially around 2016, I was convinced that my transition would be completely forbade by my family; I concealed a lot of it in the worst instances of this. However, now, I think most of my family has come through their own journey with the understanding of the reality of what and who I am. I tell you this, anon, because I want you to know that this, too , shall pass. You can make it. I know this might be devastating to you, and believe me, I know what that's like. But it won't be forever. These bridges aren't burnt forever, and I hope you can find your happiness and contentment wherever it may be.

[joesjunkyard]

Total price of all binders mentioned: $263(usd)

The girlfriend collective

Dylan tank bra $56 4x (black)

I got this one specifically for the high neck, I use it as it's own top as well as under things.

Readjust level: medium

The elastic band around the ribs keeps most things in place with minimal side boob.

Comfort level: high

It has has a racer back like most sports bras and I could wear it longer then most but it's relieving when I take it off.

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tomboyx

Compression tank $49 4x (black)

This one was more for my personal comfort then strictly binding.

Readjust level: high

The body of the tank rides up on my belly of not properly tucked in after a rest room break. It's the second loosest binder that I have and one I could wear for long periods of time.

Comfort level: medium

It's ass to try and Readjust if you're doing something else. I've tested all of these binders in and out of work and this one was worse in work then out in the public. This one is definitely for more personal use.

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For them

Binder all day $110 illusion (navy)

This is the tightest binder I own and the most binder esque of all of them. It makes me the flat-est of all of them.

Readjust level: low

Side boob is high with the only other option being monoboob but it does not move. I don't have to pull it down or move anyone around inside.

Comfort level: low

I made the mistake of wearing it for the first time on an outing where we ate a big meal. DO NOT DO THIS. I had it take it off in the middle of the meal because I felt like I couldn't breathe. I have since learned and use it in smaller time periods. Now that I am more comfortable with it I would say my Comfort level is higher but taking it off is usually top priority.

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Ur body

Half tank cotton compression top $48 3x (sand)

The daily binder. The only nude one I got and I'm still uncomfortable wearing white shirts so I think it's the shirts at this point. This is the loosest binder I own but it also makes me feel the most masc.

Readjust level: high

I'm constantly having to lift the guys up and put them back in place. I have to pull the binder down and if you're wearing more then 2 shirts this is AWFUL. It's nice for longer outings and in the right shirts I feel the most confident in this binder.

Comfort level: high

It's very soft with no hard seems or tags. I could honestly wear this one for days on end and would highly recommend it for a beginner binder.

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I haven't washed them yet so I'll update when I do unless I'm gross and lazy and just never wash them. I do not bind every day. I am usually in my trusty sports bra. When I do bind I look at how I decided to bind previously, how long I did it for and if the next occasion/outfit requires it. IF I DO NOT FEEL PHYSICALLY WELL IN ANYWAY I DO NOT BIND.

I go long periods of not binding all together and letting the girls hang free. I use binding as an expression of how I want myself to look. This has been a long time coming because I've been researching binders for ages. I finally got a big kid job so I made the leap and got them finally. I hope once I put this on the internet it somehow reaches someone else. This is what I was looking for when I was doing the research myself and I hope it helps!! <3