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loveluri · 2 years

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The Ultimate Guide to Faja Post Surgery Garments

So, what's the English equivalent of the Spanish term "faja"? It's not easy to answer because there is no perfect translation, but you can think of it as something like a girdle or a compression garment.

Some of the world's largest (and best!) producers of Faja Post Surgery Garments are based in Colombia and other Spanish-speaking countries.

Hispanic women often utilize fajas every day (not just during lipo and BBL recoveries) to assist them in slimming down and shaping their bodies, as doing so is ingrained in Latin culture and a component of the aesthetic ideal.

Because of all of these things, "Faja" is a well-known name among English-speaking cosmetic surgeons.

Faja comes in a wide variety of flavors and forms. In addition to full bodysuit trimmers and buttlifter fajas, you may also acquire waist trainers, some of which may or may not have bones (the rigid sticks in the corset). They are available in a range of compression strengths (Stage 1, Stage 2, Daily Use).

So Exactly What is a faja made of?

Most fajas at Stage 1 are constructed from Powernet. Powernet is a Nylon and Spandex combination. For added convenience and coziness, the best fajas typically feature a liner, at least in the midsection (the nylon can be stiff and itchy). The comfort of shapewear increases at the stage where it is worn every day, and many brands utilize blends with more spandex and less nylon.

However, this does have the side consequence of reducing compression. This is why it's vital to wear your Stage 1 garment for the entire 4-6 weeks recommended by your doctor before moving on to a Stage 2 garment.

Additional faja varieties exist. A latex waist trainer is one common variety. These are made with latex or rubber to promote perspiration and the subsequent loss of fluids. Take in extra fluids if you're using this faja.

To What End Is a Faja Used?

There are several applications for the Faja, a form-fitting garment. Among the many applications for fajas, the one most widely known is a garment worn after surgery. When worn this way, the Faja works like a compression garment in two ways: it reduces the effects of swelling and bruising and makes it easier for the wearer to get into the shape they want.

Do you think a faja garment would help with losing tummy fat?

Shapewear on its own will not have a significant long-term effect on abdominal fat. To make your garments fit better, shapewear can be worn regularly to assist hold in your stomach and provide the illusion of a flatter stomach.

Do fajas have the ability to alter one's physique?

The form of your body after recent cosmetic or plastic surgery may be altered by wearing a faja. Your results will be affected by everything your surgeon tells you to do after surgery, like wearing compression garments. However, the most important part of your new shape will be the skill of your surgeon.

Is There Any Advantage to Wearing a Faja?

In the aftermath of cosmetic procedures like liposuction or BBL, a Faja is an expected component of the post-op routine. The faja can be worn for a variety of different occasions as well. If you wear belly control shapewear every day, it might help your clothes fit better and boost your self-esteem by making you look like you have a trimmer middle.

In addition to causing you to feel full on fewer calories, the tightness in your stomach will make you feel full much more quickly. So, you can lose weight with the help of Fajas.

Postpartum shapewear is also very popular among new mothers. First-time mothers often feel discouraged by the changes to their bodies after giving birth. After giving birth, a woman's skin may need some aid in retracting due to the large amount of time she spent carrying her baby.

Is It Risky to Put on a Faja?

FajaPost Surgery Garments and waist training corsets should be worn snugly but not so tightly that they restrict breathing or cause discomfort. After having liposuction or a stomach tuck, you will need to wear a girdle around the clock (except in the shower) for the first four to six weeks, or as instructed by your surgeon.

Colombian Fajas typically come in a smaller size. After your treatment, you may find that you need to wear an XL even though you never wore plus sizes previously. When shopping for shapewear online, exercise caution because it is possible to end up with a garment that is too small while utilizing the stated measurements.

This garment requires daily washes as well. It can be machine-washed, but it should be hung to dry afterward. You need to consider two outcomes when using a dryer on your compression garment. For starters, it may have a shrinking effect on the garment. Two, the compression benefits of a garment are diminished after being dried in a dryer regularly because the elastic fibers in the fabric break down.

Just Where Might One Obtain a Faja?

You may buy faja in a variety of designs from our web store. Some of our most popular items include the Arm Compression Sleeves by Contemporary Designs and the Full Body Shapewear Bodysuit for Women by Fajas Colombianas MyD. View our whole inventory of compression wear here.

Fajate, Salome, and Sonryse are three further well-known manufacturers of fajas colombianas reductoras. Because all sales of compression wear are final, it is highly recommended that you visit our office to have a proper fitting done and to ensure that you are purchasing the most appropriate faja for your needs.

Conclusion

High-quality Colombian compression garments are known as fajas. Popular among women for their figure-flattering properties, they come in a rainbow of styles and hues. They're useful for athletes, new mothers, and anyone with circulation concerns.

There are a number of factors to consider before purchasing Faja Post Surgery Garments, including the pressure grade, style, closures, and colour. You can now discover your ideal partner with the knowledge you've gained about fajas and their advantages.

You can also Buy Faja Post Surgery garments from LURI.

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bodycontoursfajas · 2 years

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#Full Body Shapewear #Body Contours Fajas

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iwantigot · 2 years

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Shapewear is really toxic . It forces womens body to look a certain way(hourglass). And it doesn't matter how comfortable it is. At the end of the day the idea of shapewear is still trying to mold women to fit a beauty standard. A beauty standard that both body positivity and body neutrality are actively fighting against. So why are shapewears still so popular?

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demiesworld · 9 months

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thinking about men who are obsessed with big girls.

☆ — men who love the stretch marks on your hips, thighs, tummy, ass, tits, and arms. you call them weird when they plant their face in between your plump breasts as you're cuddling. but the affection they show towards what you call "flaws" is genuine and heartening.

☆ — men who makes it their habit to help you apply your lotion to your body after your shower. they have you laying on a towel on your stomach and they rub it all over your skin. "i like it when your skin feels soft and smooth." they answer when you ask them why they like to put lotion on your body. in reality it's because they want to explore your chubby body with their hands. fingers rubbing circles onto your skin and groping on the fat flesh on your love handles.

☆ — when they get agitated by something and you're near by them, they wrap their arm around your waist and squeeze your tummy. jiggling it in their hand as they're trying to assess a problem that's making them irritated in their head.

☆ — men who love it when you wear crop tops that show off your tummy, shorts that barely go over your ass and leave some cheek hanging out, and body hugging dresses (without the shapewear). especially when you're at the pool wearing a two piece swimsuit.

nsfw under the cut!

☆ — men who can't control themselves when you ride them reverse cowgirl and your round ass cheeks are recoiling each time you slam your pussy down on his dick. his eyes are darkened yet focused on your ass because, fuck, the sight of them jiggling and clapping when they hit his skin is mesmerizing. "god... you do that so good baby. riding my cock like that, oh fuck." there's sticky strings of white attached to your pussy and on his cock. your head is tossed back and mouth is singing a chorus of squeaky moans from his cock ramming into your sweet spot. he smacks you on your ass repeatedly till the skin is stinging and it gets sore.

☆ — men who like to fuck you when you're on your stomach. this position is their favorite because they have control over the pace and they get a view of your body jiggling by their hard thrusts. he has his right arm wrapped under your tummy and gripping the fat on your waist. the left one is squeezing your breast and pinching your nipples. he likes that he could toss you around on the bed and fuck you hard enough that you're seeing stars. "can't talk anymore baby eh? did i make- fuck- make you go dumb?"

☆ — men who get excited when you get on your knees and take his big cock into your mouth. your fingers can barely connect around the base of it and you make an effort in swallowing his full length down your throat. your head tilted back shows him the bulge and it drives him crazy that you could do that. "mmm, fuck, mm, just like that. i love that shit baby." he thrusts his hips forward and bullies his dick in your mouth like he does when he's in your pussy. your head game has his legs shaking and balls tightening up when he's getting close to cumming. he tells you stop so he could come on your face, but you hold him by his thighs and lower your mouth on his shaft. your throat flexes around his dick, and he breaks, he releases a heavy load down your throat. just when he thought you couldn't get any nastier you swallow it and fondle his balls.

☆ — men who want for you to sit your pussy down on their face when they eat you out. their pointed nose rubbing at your clit with their long tongue wiggling inside of you. you're going numb when they jostle their head around. he gives your ass gentle smacks as you slowly start to rock your hips on his face. you can't help yourself though, it just feels so good. he makes a gesture for you stop, and he lifts the hood of your clit up, then his tongue flicks rapidly to the hard bud. a shudder crashes through your body, as you whimper and tangle your fingers in his hair. pulling at the strands when you bring his face closer and grind your hips again on his face. "daddy, daddy, i'm going to cum, daddy! m'ohh, ahh, hm!" you whine. you feel a tightness in your stomach at the same time your body is lifted up and you're on the bed with your head on the mattress and rest of your body hoisted up in the air. your feet are touching your shoulders. you look up to see him fucking his tongue into your pussy. in between short breaths, out of his mouth are the words, "come on baby, make this pretty pussy come on my tongue." and your hole clenches around his tongue, a stream of your juices spurt onto his face and drip down your body. his mouth pulls off from your mound smacking his wet lips and tasting yourself on his mouth.

☆ — men who after they're done fucking you they cuddle with you on the bed and just feel all over your body. their hands caress your soft skin and grope on your breasts. his deep voice is whispering praises, appreciations, and assurances into your ear. "i love you so much baby," "you're so fucking beautiful." "don't worry honey i'm not going anywhere." no matter the size of you, they carry you into the shower and help you wash off the body fluids. still they murmur appreciation for your existence as they clean you.

(jjk) gojo, TOJI, NANAMI, geto, choso, sukuna, (kny) TENGEN, RENGOKU, sanemi, (aot) jean, EREN, ERWIN, connie, (tokyo rev) mikey, kakucho, DRAKEN, HANMA, TAIJU, baji, ran, rindou, (marvel) MIGUEL O'HARA, steve rogers, bucky barnes, any of your favs! ♡

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miracleskeep · 2 years

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5 things you need to know about fitness clothing

Need fitness clothes for the gym but confused about what and how to buy them? This blog shares a few facts about fitness clothing that every gym-goer or fitness freak must know. Check out 5 things you need to know about fitness clothing.

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nettiesbouti · 2 years

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Choosing a lesser size will result in bulging spill-overs and complete discomfort. In reality, a major adverse effect is that you may appear larger, which no one desires, right? So take your measurements, record them, and then compare the chart with your measurements. Keep in mind that each brand may have its size chart. So make sure you've chosen the correct shapewear size and style. Click here to browse quality tummy and thigh shaper pants.

#Sweat sweet waist trainer #Waist and thigh shaper #Best full body shapewear #Waist trainer for shapewear #Best leggings for women

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absnomore · 1 year

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Big week-end! Gainer stick shake on a full belly and trying body shapewear. I hope this is gonna help me to cut a bit before summer. For the moment it's a big problem. No summer clothes still fit.. Full videos on Patreon.

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mirandasidefics · 5 months

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But Home is Nowhere

Pairing(s): Lucien X Plus Size Reader, Azriel X Plus Size Reader

Part 1 Summary: Reader is pulled into Prythian by an unknown force and comes face to face with members of the Night Court. However, the welcome is less than warm.

Word Count: 3.9K

Warning(s): Minor violence, minor self-harm, mentions of body issues/past self-harm.

A/N: This is my first ACOTAR fic and first story I've even considered posting since 2013, so please be gentle. The story is fully outlined, but due to the fact that I work full time and really weird hours updates will be once a month. Use of cisfemale descriptors used. Key: (Y/N )-Your Name, (e/c)-eye color, (h/c)-hair color.

You gathered your belongings as you did everyday before heading into work. ‘Phone, wallet, keys, charger, make-up…’ the list in your head prattled on as you secured each item in the black backpack. Once satisfied that you had everything you needed you swung the leaden object over your left shoulder. Pausing before the near full-length mirror at your door you tucked a strand of (h/c) hair behind you ear. Your (e/c) orbs roamed over for anything that could be out of place. It took a considerable amount of effort not to let your gaze pause on the parts of yourself that you hated. You pulled the dark red sweater down, covering your large and sagging lower belly and too wide hips. You debated on going back to put shapewear on so your muffin top didn’t hang over your dark black skinny jeans too much, but you were already running late. You quickly slipped your dress flats on to your feet as you whispered a small affirmation to yourself. ‘Everything happens for a reason.’

You were not looking forward to today. The laundry list of to-do tasks was miles long. Hours of work meetings, followed by even more hours of research and writing for your thesis. You were always writing. You paused again to double check that you had the required USB drive that held your many months’ worth of research. A quick glance reassured it was safely tucked away on the hook in your pack, and you stiffly grasped the handle of the front door. No sooner than pulling the door open, your feet tripped over the lip of the frame, and you plummeted down through the threshold.

Bracing for a faceplant against concrete, you were surprised to find soft grass under your fingertips. The grass was a deep rich shade of green and still held the wetness of early morning-dew. Slowly lifting your head, you glanced around the spot where you fell. You immediately noticed that you were no longer at the threshold of your duplex if the wide expanse of grass was to be trusted. Slower still, you raised yourself up on your knees. The sky you looked at was now clear of the pale grey clouds you spied out of your bedroom window only minutes before. The bright yellow-white sun was high enough above to indicate that it was midday. A chilled and briny breeze floated across your shoulders and caused strands of your hair to blow away from your face. You pushed your glasses a little further up the bridge of your nose as you took in the distant buildings to your left. Not a single one of the simple brick and mortar buildings appeared to be more than 3 to 4 floors in height. Further down you could make out some shops and an open square. It reminded you more of a smaller European town than of a bustling city suburb. Yet the buzz in the air told you that there was much more than what met your eyes. You could only make out a few figures as they darted through a bustling crowd. Despite the feeling that there were a large number of inhabitants in the city beyond, there wasn’t a single sound of a motorized vehicle. Your head tilted up to examine the vast blueness above you, looking for any sign of the planes that constantly passed over your home, but the sky was also empty. You held your breath, willing for the sound of a jet engine to be heard in the distance. All was silent, except for the brush of the wind and bubbling of water. You turned toward your right an observed a large house that sat just along the river’s edge. Your eyes followed the winding path of the turquoise water as it stretched into a decent sized bay, complete with docks and what appeared to be old wooden sailing ships. You felt like you had stepped back in time.

Panic began to seep into your bones. You could clearly tell that you were no longer in your own city, but where you were…that was wholly unknown to you. Was this even real? Maybe you hit your head when you tripped and this is all just some dream. Yeah, that had to be it. You reached for the backpack that had landed at your side when a shadow flew over you. A heavy thud was heard to your right and your head whipped up to look at the dark silhouette that now towered over head. You initially thought there had been the shape of wings along the figure’s outline, but after blinking away the shards of sunlight that your hand didn’t block, you determined that it must have been your imagination.

“Well hello there,” a velvety smooth tenor reached your ears, “You’re not an associate of Ms. Quinlan’s, are you?”

“W-What?” Your voice trembled, a strong metallic scent radiated from the man as he knelt down. Your breath caught in your throat. He was absolutely stunning. You mentally slapped yourself after feeling your jaw literally drop. You could have sworn his eyes held flecks of starlight in them. However, his humorless chuckle sent a shiver down your spine.

“Do you know Bryce?” He surveyed you this time.

“I don’t…I don’t know any Bryce,” You couldn’t help the rise of your flight response start to kick in, “Where am I?” A part of you didn’t dare look away, but you had to gage your possible exits out of the periphery of your vision. The man continued to stare and evaluate you. You swallowed thickly in an attempt to clear the non-existent obstruction that was your unease and opened your mouth to ask another question. Before you could speak the man cut you off, placing his hands in his pockets.

“If you’re not here for or because of Bryce,” Something about his darkened expression filled your bones with fear, “then, unfortunately, I’m not in a position to readily trust you. I must protect my people. I hope you understand that my actions are nothing personal.” Confusion laced your features at his words and you clutched your bag tightly against your chest.

Without warning your entire body froze as what felt like ice cold claws scratched against the surface of your skull. Fear gripped you tightly, the need to run or fight back utterly demolished as you locked eyes with the man. He truly didn’t appear to be bothered in the slightest over how terrified you were.

‘Mother above…he’s going to kill me.’ Your mind reeled and you were certain that you would have emptied your bladder had you not done so before exiting your home. You couldn’t get your voice to cooperate, to beg for mercy as the claws gripped your skull harder. You couldn’t even scream as you felt the flesh tear near your right temple. Your heart beat erratically, hoping it would give out before you could feel any of the pain that was sure to accompany your death. It took all of your mental strength to dampen the fear down and whisper the prayer you incorporated into your own practice so long ago.

“Mother hold me, let me pass through the gates into that immortal land of milk and honey. Let me fear no evil, feel no pain, and let me enter eternity.” Eyes still locked with the man you saw a glimmer of…you honestly had no clue what emotion it was that passed over his expression. But as soon as it passed the feeling of the claws were gone and air rushed back into your lungs. The man stood to his full height and continue to stare at your gasping form. A rush of nausea swept over you and you heaved. The stomach acid burned your throat more than normal after not eating anything for well over 24 hours.

You spit the remaining mucus onto the grass and you were suddenly hauled up to your feet. His grip on your forearm was so tight you could already feel the bruises forming. While the man’s features appeared calm and unbothered, his eyes simmered with caution. However, he remained silent as darkness converged on you both. Your stomach rolled and plummeted with the sensation of your body in free fall, but the man’s grip never lessened. Suddenly your feet impacted against solid stone. Your vision blurred and your other arm reached out towards anything to purchase itself to keep you up right. Your throat burned again but the stomach acid never reached your mouth. Your outstretched hand finally found a wall and you clung onto it for dear life.

The surface was cool and rough to the touch. You chanced a glance around and found yourself in a small dimly lit room. The walls and floor appeared to have been carved directly out of the stone. The dampness to the air clued you in that you were not inside a building, but some structure more akin to a cave. The room held no furniture, unless you counted the metal sconce that held the only source of light. You did a double take as the light itself was strange, appearing to be condensed to the size of a lightbulb, but it was quickly obvious that there was no material encasing its source. Was there even a- your thoughts were interrupted by the screeching of metal hinges as a single wooden door swung open.

A second man appeared in the entry way and ducked down to avoid hitting his head on the top of the frame. Once he was fully inside the room you couldn’t believe your eyes. You blinked several times yet the insanely large bat like wings never disappeared. You attempted to take in his dark appearance, but shadows seemed to swirl around him. He wore a scaly leather outfit that appeared to be some type of armor. You couldn’t tell if it was multiple pieces or a single body suit in the dim silver light, but that didn’t matter as soon as you saw the first of the seven blue stones intermingled into his outfit. Your eyes widened. The first man handed the newcomer your bag, allowing you to get a good look at his winged back. You immediately noticed there were no straps that held the wings in place. Nor were they attached to the clothing he wore, but rather connected to and protruding from the skin underneath. With this realization the room spun as their soft voices drifted over towards you, but you couldn’t make out what was said as your knees gave out and everything went dark.

When you finally awoke the room was cold, dark, and damp; which sadly reminded you that recent events weren’t just a dream. You found that you were now alone, but weren’t sure if that was a good sign. There was no telling if either of the men-no males- would come back. A part of you hoped that someone would at least give you answers, even if just to tell you that you would rot away in this cell. If that was the case, why didn’t the first male just follow through with killing you? What caused him to stop and bring you to this place you now found yourself? Unsure of what to expect you backed yourself up into a corner on the opposite side from the door. A dim light filtered through the wood panels and space between the door and ground. You could hardly call what you sat upon a floor given all the dirt and rocks. Unfortunately, it did little to comfort you while the room was largely in shadow. Despite your best efforts and desire to make yourself as small as possible, your round and plump frame wouldn’t allow you to curl your knees towards your chest. So, you opted instead to sit with your legs stretched out in front of you, ankles crossed. A false picture of being unperturbed with your current circumstances. The longer you sat there in the silence, the more your anxiety seeped into your muscles. You shook your foot trying to expel the nervous energy. Your ears strained for any semblance for sounds of life beyond the door. Surely there had to be other prisoners or guards. Unless you really were just left for dead. You fought back the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“This is fucked,” You mumbled, “I’m fucked. What the hell is happening?” You could feel the panic rise up your throat. Your heartbeat increased and your breath became shallow. You ran your fingers through your hair, pulling at the roots. Tiny pin pricks of pain blossomed as the blonde strands became taut. You felt pain, or rather discomfort. You’ve felt that in your extremely vivid dreams before, but it gave you an idea. Moving on to your hands and knees you began to feel around for any rocks or other items you could use. If you could find something and make it sharp enough, maybe you could wake yourself. The door looked the same, but maybe it was different. Maybe you were in a different REM cycle, meaning a different dream that just piggy backed off the first. After all, there was no way to determine if the male that took you was going to come back. ‘This has to be a nightmare.’

“Please, please let there be something,” You crawled through the darkness, eyes straining to make out any shapes. Your hands finally found a smooth stone about the size of your palm. In the darkness you couldn’t tell if it was granite or something else, so you went ahead and bashed the side against the stone of your cell wall. The side of the object splintered off as if the stone was made of glass.

“Obsidian…” You smiled to yourself. The obsidian shard would be sharp enough to draw blood wherever you managed to drag it along your skin.

“Where to cut, where to cut…” You felt along your body, the scars on your covered legs sang with expectation. Were you willing to risk taking off your pants in this place though? Were you willing to take off any of your clothing? Finally deciding against the removal of your clothes you crawled over to the door and lowered your hands to the soft light that filtered through. Pressing the shard against the palm of your left hand you hoped that there would be no feeling as you dragged it against the skin. Oh, how wrong you were.

“Fuck!” A searing pain erupted over your hand as the makeshift blade tore at the skin. You sucked in a breath through your teeth as blood pooled at the seams of the cut. The obsidian hit the ground.

“Why did you do that?” A deep tenor filled the space near the back of your cell and you screamed. The sconce on the wall lit up. Your head whipped around to the opposite corner from where you had been sitting. Your eyes took in the retreating shadows as they revealed the male that you really didn’t want to see. The cobalt stones again caught your eye as your gazed wondered over his form. The wings were still there. You cradled your bleeding hand and you backed away from the known male that stared you down. You figured that you were about to pass out again as the shadows behind him seemed to writhe and undulate around his frame.

“Don’t come any closer,” You tried to keep your voice steady, but you wanted to kick yourself for how pathetic you sounded. The male rolled his eyes and walked towards you before crouching down. His wings stretched out and angled themselves so as to not drag along the stone beneath. The sight of their movement took your breath away. They were real. All of this was real. He grabbed your hand and began to exam it. Your attempts to pull it back failed as his grip was tight. Clicking his tongue against his teeth he locked eyes with you, hazel orbs boring into your own. Despite yourself you noted just how attractive he was as he continued to scrutinize you. He continued to look at you expectantly and you realized that he must have asked you a second question. He sighed and gave you back your hand.

“I’ll be right back,” He stood and left. As soon as the door shut you scrambled to your feet and retreated back to your corner. Had he been in the room with you the entire time? If so, why was the light off? And…you felt pain in your hand. You glanced down at the jagged cut, the blood had yet to start to congeal and clot, but it was superficial at best. Honestly nothing to worry about. You’ve done worse to yourself before. But…you felt pain. Real pain, not just a semblance of a memory of pain as you’ve dreamt of before. This was no dream. Everything pointed to this being a very real place. And you were in very real trouble. Especially if you ended up in-

A soft knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts. Whomever was there didn’t wait for you to respond as they entered. A man-no again male- with long red hair and almost equally red-brown eyes walked into the room. He wore a simple off-white billowy linen shirt that appeared as if it was from the Renaissance or possibly the Victorian era. Honestly, you were really sure. The history of the fashion industry wasn’t your area of expertise. He also wore a simple pair of dark brown pants. He was definitely different compared to your captor and the winged male. He appeared…warmer. Maybe it was the soft smile that graced his lips. However, his eyes-which you now saw that the left had a long scar that ran down towards his jaw- held a certain sense of sadness to them. Pity.

“Hello,” He held out his hand towards you as he cautiously approached, “Can I take a look at your hand?” He seemed friendly enough, but you still pulled your hand closer toward your chest. You shook your head and backed away, not trusting your voice. The red head looked back at the door, where you saw the winged male patiently waiting.

“She does understand our language correct?” He turned back towards you after receiving an affirming nod from his companion. He took a tentative step closer. You felt like you were being treated like a wild animal.

“Stop!” You hissed, “I’m perfectly fine. You can leave.” The male just stood, his gaze trailing to the blood that dripped down your forearm.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” He stated, “I need to heal your hand. Will you let me do that?” You paused.

“What do you care if it heals?” You squeezed your hand into a protective fist causing blood to gush out faster, “Isn’t it easier to just let me be?”

“Honestly I don’t care,” His demeanor changed like the flick of a switch, “If you don’t want help then that is your choice. My question then is why cut yourself in the first place?” You held his stare. You didn’t want to answer, knowing that it wouldn’t make any sense to the stranger.

“This is going no where Lucien,” the winged male finally re-entered the room, “Just heal her hand so I can begin my questioning.” Lucien scoffed, but did as requested. Grabbing your wrist, he tugged you away from the corner you backed yourself into. You held your breath as he pried your fingers open so he could get a look at the cut. You honestly tried to pull your hand free, but he was clearly much stronger than you. Almost unnaturally so. You were left with nothing to do but to watch. You heard a faint whirring sound, before he hovered his free hand over the injury. A warmth enveloped your open palm and was accompanied by a slight metallic scent to the air. Within seconds your skin had stitched itself back together. All that remained was the trail of drying blood. You stared at the healed skin, mind racing with jumbled thoughts. It didn’t make sense. Nothing in the world could do that. It was like…magic. Your breath caught in your throat. Just where the hell were you. You flicked your gaze back to Lucien standing before you, only this time you noted the golden mechanical eye and the arch of his ears. The pointed arch of his ears. The jumbled thoughts became cloudy and you felt darkness start to descend.

“There,” Lucien let go of her hand, which was something that he would immediately regret. It took less than 30 seconds for her wide (e/c) eyes to flutter shut. He watched as her knees gave out as she crashed towards the ground. His reflexes were fast enough to allow him to catch her before her head hit the hard stone. Azriel was immediately crouching next to him.

“That’s the second time she’s fainted,” He whispered, cursing under his breath. He removed her outer sweater and placed it under her head before standing up to speak to the male beside him.

“How long has she been down here?” Lucien questioned also rising to his feet. This didn’t sit well with him. The woman was clearly frightened, and there was no absolutely no trace of any lingering magic emanating from her. So why was she being kept beneath the throne room in the Hewn City?

“A few hours,” Azriel explained, “Rhys found her this morning. According to him, she literally just appeared. Much in the same way Bryce did. Fell flat on her face outside their home on the Sidra’s edge.” Her face was pale, honestly, too pale for Lucien’s liking. He knelt down beside her, straightening out her legs so they weren’t tucked under at an odd angle.

“Does Feyre know?” The Shadowsinger remained quiet. Lucien looked up at the male. Azriel couldn’t meet his eyes. That wasn’t a good sign. There was no way that Feyre would be comfortable with having a defenseless and harmless human female locked away. It was unusual for Rhysand to keep things from his mate, not without there being a definitive threat.

“This human has no magic. Absolutely none. She’s completely powerless,” He spat out, “There are no traces of any spells surrounding her either. Whatever brought her here, she had no control over. Its likely she had no knowledge of what was happening either.”

“That’s what I need to find out,” Azriel stated simply. If he was irritated with Lucien’s outburst he didn’t let on. “So now that she’s healed and you’ve completed your assessment, you can leave.” This really didn’t sit well with him. Bryce had been brought right into their family home when she arrived. So, what was it about this human that set the High Lord on such edge that she’d been banished from what would probably be the safest place for a human in Prythian? Lucien really didn’t like what was happening, but knew better than to argue with the Spymaster. If anyone did get answers out of the woman it was going to be him. However, he wouldn’t let this injustice go to the way side. So, without so much as a word to the Shadowsinger, Lucien left the cell. He was determined to have a very stern word with the High Lord.

Part 2

#acotar x reader #lucien x reader #azriel x reader #plus size reader #BHINfic #lucien vanserra x reader #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #lucien acotar #azriel acotar #lucien vanserra x plus size reader #azriel x plus size reader

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obscenely-overdue · 3 months

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[OOC] Weighted Pregnant Belly Instructions

Hi everyone! For those interested, I've jerry-rigged a method to pad/simulate/wear-a-fake-pregnant-tummy-for-kink-purposes with some real weight and firmness to it that I think people would like! It works very well for me but is also functionally a prototype/first pass at the idea, so there are certainly areas that it could be improved. (which is me saying "experiment and improve upon this, we can make it better!")

I'll preface this with the fact that, if you pay full price for everything involved, assuming you have NONE of it to start, it's probably about $120. That said, about $20-25 of that comes from a specific kind of pillow and blanket, which you very well may have, which would bring it realistically down to $100, and some of it is stuff which can be bought on sale pretty easily, which would land you in the neighborhood of $80. Again, it isn't cheap, but it has something not even a fancy Roanyer tummy has:

WEIGHT and BULK

It's also made of inconspicuous or otherwise easily hidden items, so if you have roommates or family who could see this stuff, it's great at being tucked away or hiding in plain sight. If you're curious, I have pictures, a shopping list, and step by step instructions, as well as some further tips and info. It's pretty long so I'm putting it under a cut...

Let's get started!

What you'll need:

One piece of fully body shapewear (the mauve one on top) and one piece of "tummy tuck" shapewear (black on the bottom). The full body one is about 2 sizes too big for what it's meant to do normally (so for me, an XXXL. This is the same shapewear I use for my squishmallow tummy for RP blog pictures), and the tummy tuck one is the "correct" size for my body (XL). The tummy tuck one gives you all the support, so you don't want it too oversized. DON'T GO UNDERSIZED EITHER as what we're going to load this up with is gonna cause some compression, and too much pressure on your abdomen can be harmful. When in doubt, go at your size or maybe one size bigger, but no farther. Both of these run $20-30 a piece at a target but also can be found on sale for $10-20. Target is going to charge you more than Walmart, and it doesn't have to be top of the line.

One soft, round pillow. This is like a $6 pick up from Walmart. It's not just soft from it's fabric, but it's specifically not firm to the touch. It's all give and is very malleable. Technically you could use a regular pillow too, but this being roughly disk shaped helps it do its job as basically the "lower belly" that keeps the weight from shifting too low.

An averaged sized blanket. Softer materials that fold and bunch up easier are preferred. You PROBABLY already have something that will work for this, but if you don't, again, Walmart will charge you like $15-20 for one.

And finally...

A 20 lbs kettlebell. This BASTARD is the single most expensive thing you'll need, and unfortunately is required if you want it to be properly heavy. This one came from Target, and ran me $55. You might think you want to go heavier, but trust me, this thing has all the heft you'll need. If you really want to, you could feasibly go for a 25 lbs. one, but those are even more expensive. The kettlebell shape is important because it's mostly round, unlike a dumbbell, so we can wrap it up and use it for a reasonably pregnant-shaped belly. A dumbbell of this weight might be a little cheaper, but if you're already going to drop $40 on an oddly shaped weight, another $15 so it can fit the tummy shape is worth it.

Putting it on:

[DISCLAIMER: If at any point something HURTS while putting this thing on or while wearing it, safely but quickly remove it. The weight is supposed to be cumbersome and a little uncomfortable for the fantasy of it, but if anything HURTS, something is wrong, and you need to take it off. If you lay on your back with this thing on for too long, get ready for ab muscle aches, possibly the next day, as your tummy will be supporting 20 lbs of external weight just pressing on it, and those muscles don't get used unless you work out. I've never worn this thing overnight to sleep, but I don't advise it, as extended period of compression can be harmful. Same logic as to why AFAB people who don't want visible boobs shouldn't bind for too long.]

Start by putting on the fully body shapewear, and then putting the tummy tuck shapewear over that. The fabric under my shapewear here is my sports bra, which isn't part of the belly process.

Next you're going to load the soft, round pillow into the full body shapewear. It's going to kind of fold in on itself and that's not an issue, if anything it gives a nice little landing zone for the next thing we're going to add.

Don't fight trying to get the pillow under the tummy tuck shapewear, right now just roll it down to your waistline under the pillow bulk like so.

Next you'll take your blanket, lay it out, set the kettlebell inside of it, and wrap/bunch it up. You want it something approximating 'round', making sure the kettlebell isn't going to roll/fall out when you pick it up.

Next, you load the wrapped up bastard in, setting it on top of the pillow. The kettlebell is going to shift, and try to sink deeper, that's fine, just maneuver it so it sits on the pillow, allowing the pillow to spread the weight more evenly.

Before you pull up the tummy tuck shapewear, it's going to look like this, notice how the bottom of it is lighter because that's all pillow, with the blanket over top.

Now comes of trickiest/most strenuous part, you gotta pull out the tummy tuck shapewear and get it out and around the bulk of your "tummy". You'll have an easier time if you pull the back part up a little first, so it's not fighting you, which you can see in the above photos. If anything starts to hurt during this process, stop and take it out, because likely something is too tight or too heavy.

Once the tummy tuck shapewear is pulled all the way up, it should look about like this, and you're loaded up and ready to waddle!

Notice how much more contained it all is? It's not spilling off of me anymore, it's firmly held against me. Now, just top with your favorite maternity shirt!

Or don't!

Now, clearly, it doesn't LOOK very pregnant. It's lumpy and awkward and it'll come out downright lopsided your first few times. But this isn't for taking pictures for an RP blog, this is for simulating something close to the feeling of carrying something heavy like a pregnant belly around. For those of us who can't or don't want to actually get pregnant, this is a decent approximate that's reasonable to buy and easily hidden. This is for nights after everyone else is in bed or you're home alone, and it can be a LOT of fun.

Great, now what do I do with it?

This is the end of the instructions and is more just ideas for some fantasy fulfillment. Feel free to drop your own ideas in replies or reblogs!

So something that sets this belly apart from just a pillow, or bunched up clothes under your shirt, is that it's very firm, and independently held against you. A pillow under your shirt is dependent on the shirt for structure. If you lift the shirt, pillow falls off. That is not the case here, so suddenly, you've unlocked the ability to put on too small clothes, or button ups, or robes, whatever, that's too small for you now, and can fuss and mess with it without affecting the stability of the belly. You can wear pants that don't button or simply bunch up under that heavy, firm underbelly. Hell, you can simulate getting dressed with a 20 lbs mass hanging off of you. Put on socks around this thing, it's the stuff of preg kink dreams!

Getting up and down, laying in bed and rolling over, the shit that's easy to do now, takes a LOT more effort all of the sudden. Again, I urge you not to lay flat on your back too much, because I did that while padding before bed, and woke up with some muscle aches centered on my tummy, in muscles that I hadn't used in god knows how long. Don't over exert yourself with this thing. I'm bringing this up a lot because I don't want anyone getting hurt.

Taking the stairs is nuts. Going up is way more effort, and going down feels almost hazardous as you wont have vision of your feet anymore.

If you're into the domesticity of pregnancy, try doing some household chores with this thing on! Loading a dishwasher, doing some laundry, maybe some tidying. I personally have found it weirdly exhilarating, waddling around loading the washing machine around this heavy bulk. Have fun bending over to pick up something you dropped!

Even just chilling and gaming with a lap full of heavy belly feels kind of new and exciting. When you're not used to it, even the mundane shit gets hotter with a tummy like this

That's about all I got. If someone else gets everything and tries this out, let me know your experiences with it and how you've improved it! I've had an ask suggest a weighted medicine ball, so that could also work if you have one you're willing to test out. Please enjoy, and share with your pregnancy loving mutuals! Thanks for reading!!!

#fake pregnant belly #ooc #weighted belly instructions

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ravencincaide · 5 months

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A Beauty In His Eyes

Summary: You were extremely self conscious about your appearance and your body, making beauty treatments, including massage, a luxury you could not afford. OR the time Chuuya asked you to join him on his massage day and you did not have the heart to tell him no.

Pairing: fem! Reader who is self conscious/body issues x Chuuya Nakahara

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 15: Massaging

Warnings: Cursing, being uncomfortable with ones own appearance, fluff and sweetness

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You did not know if you wanted to do it. More importantly, you didn’t know if you could.

Wiping your sweaty hands on a tissue, you looked your body up and down in the full length mirror of the elegant stall- a dressing room completely devoted to you and you alone. You were dressed in a simple bikini- the closest you would ever go to being nude and a white fluffy bathrobe thrown over your shoulders, waiting to be tied into place with a large, thick and long equally fluffy belt. On your feet was a pair of simple yet high quality sandals with no socks, showing off your home made manicure. The colour was an endearing red- one you desperately wished you had removed before coming to the salong.

At the time, painting your nails felt like a fun and luxurious thing to do- a way to make your otherwise bland self more appealing. Right now though it felt sloppy and unprofessional- cheap fake against the expensive interior of the dressing room. You felt like an imposter who was not meant to be in this aristocratic space. Yet here you were, studying each and every crevasse, stretch mark and scar on your less-than-perfect body.

God what were you doing? Why did you agree to this?

“M’girl, is everything okay?” You heard Chuuya’s concerned voice echo through the door, followed by the gentle rapping of knuckles. A melodic sound that tapped out an all too familiar tune. A joke between you that would normally keep your anxiety at bay.

Not today.

“ Just a moment Chuu” you called, moving to quickly wipe your hands on the reminisce of the soaked serviette. Then you tossed it in the bin, cursing under your breath as you felt the palms of your hands growing sweaty in seconds. Again. Your heart pounded loudly, the quick thuds echoing in your ears like thunder. It was so loud, you were certain Chuuya would be able to hear it through the door separating you two. This made you feel all the more nervous. Your eyes scanned the room for anything to wipe your hands on- failing to see any paper you sloppily wiped on the expensive inside material of the bathrobe, promising yourself it was going to be a one time occasion.

“ Sweets, you've been in there twenty minutes already, hmm. No one takes so long to get naked!” Chuuya’s voice sounded amused- teasing even, but you could hear the undertone of worry in it. A slight shake which showed his concern for you. Along with the heavy sigh- a worry that you would back out despite your promise- the metaphorical chain around your neck which prevented you from leaving. You both knew you hated showing off your body, but you hated breaking a promise even more than that. Especially to Chuuya.

“ Just give me another five, okay?” you called out to him, your voice unnecessarily loud. A pitch so high it would be able to crack glass. You flinched at it then hurried to tie the bathrobe haphazardly around your waist. The last thing you needed was for Chuuya to get worried, stroll in, and get some weird idea about what you were doing, staring and studying your almost naked body in the full length mirror. Despite your skin being now almost completely covered by the soft material, somehow it did not make you feel any better.

Somehow seeing yourself like this actually made you feel worse.

The only thing you wanted to do was change back into your regular clothes, covering each inch of your skin in lace and silk, shapewear and other material until your reflection was bearable for you to look at. Makeup to hide the marks on your face- perfume to mask your smell. Hair out- extensions in. Not beautiful but at the very least not disgustingly ugly.

“ Sweetheart?” You heard Chuuya call out again, his voice much more worried this time. Much more sober. You licked your lips, about to reply when you heard the door click then open. It gave away to his hand with ease and into the room he strolled. Perfect as always. The fancy suit and coak were gone, replaced by a bathrobe identical to your own. It was tied perfectly around his waist gracefully, like picture perfect art. The white of the robe made his ginger ponytail pop even more than usual. His lips were set into a straight line, his eyes quickly scanning the dressing room for anything out of the ordinary- anything that would not meet his high standards.

The standards that borderline ridiculous whenever it was something concerning you.

You looked away from the mirror and his reflection. If there was anything in that room that felt out of place and ‘lacking standard’ then it was you. But you didn’t dare utter those words aloud- you knew how important these self care days were for Chuuya. The wonders they did to his sanity, and you were not about to stress him with your own troubles when he was already facing hell at work. And especially not when he basically begged you to join him- a few extra moments together- a glance at the private Chuuya not many knew.

“ What’s the matter?” Chuuya questioned as he finished scanning the room. Deeming it satisfactory he came to stand beside you. Then with gentle hands he turned your body until you were facing him, a hand under your chin kept your gaze locked with his. “ What’s wrong baby?”

You swallowed, licked your lips then looked down at the floor as a wave of shame and self hate washed over you. “ I don’t know if I can do it” you admitted, your lip quivering. You didn’t want to see his disappointed expression, so you studied the floor instead. Like a guilty child- a failure.

Chuuya’s hand rested on your shoulder, his other on your waist as he pulled you a tiny bit closer to himself. He stayed silent for a long moment before he broke the silence; “ You tied it too hard sweets, let me” he muttered, his blue orbs focused on yours. His statement made your head snap up. Then you looked down again, a dark red colouring your cheeks. The same shade as your nails. You gave a weak nod, holding your breath as he undid the belt of your bathrobe. His eyes just once glancing down at you and the plain, nude coloured bikini, before he turned his attention back to your face. A dusty pink blush covered his cheeks as his hands carefully worked on folding the bathrobe over your body and then tying the belt more loosely around your waist. Now it was a little bit easier to breathe “ You’re beautiful m’darlin” he mumbled his lips finding your forehead. “ So beautiful.”

You shuddered slightly, tears gathering in your eyes. A lump in your throat. You opened and closed your lips, silent protests you didn’t dare speak aloud. The darkest thoughts in your brain were twisting his words into something sinister- something ‘not Chuuya’. “ So beautiful” he said again more firmly this time before beginning to deal with the elephant in the room.

“ It’s just a massage dollface” Chuya mumbled his lips ghosting over every inch of your face. “ The girl who’ll be massaging you is the best of the best and her job is to rub out every tension and sore muscle in your body. So if she as much as looks at m’girl weirdly, I’ll see to it that she discovers a new level of G-force.”

The slight joke made the corners of your lips twist up. Your mind grasping at the one inch of sanity among the sea of darkness. “ Darlin I don’t doubt your Gravity manipulation but a new G-force is highly unlikely- even for you!”

Chuuya chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he moved back and reached for your hand. You flinched back from his fingers, feeling self conscious, making his hand grasp your wrist instead. You instantly regretted the action, but Chuuya seemed the least bit bothered by it. As if he had expected that reaction; “ Come, I’ll show you the room. Its much nicer and more relaxing than this shoebox and I wanna start on you” he muttered, pulling you out of the dressing room and into another room, where there were two massage tables parallel to each other. It seemed Chuuya was keeping his promise of making sure you would be close.

His words didn’t register in your mind until he came up to one of the tables and motioned for you to lie down so he could start.

“ You what? Wanna start massaging me?” You gaped at him, making him roll his eyes at your confused expression.

“ Damn right! I’ve been going to massages for years now. How hard can it be? Hop hop” he made a motion for you to strip and lay down. You bit your lip, hesitating. You could feel the nerves pooling in your stomach again and grasped at the bathrobe tighter. A raised eyebrow from your boyfriend was all it took for you to undo the bathrobe and let it drop to the floor before jumping up onto the table. You moved to lay down on your stomach, your eyes set on the floor, glaring at it.

“ Relax baby, it’s me” Chuuya muttered, his fingers trailing your spine, pausing when they came to your bra strap. He worked around it for a moment, brushing the skin under it with the tips of his fingers before he moved lower. Following the curve of your spine he began applying more pressure, brushing out the skin, feeling for tensions and knots. Finding the right spots he’d focus on them, much to your enjoyment.

“ Ahh” you breathed as he worked on a particularly sore spot.

“ Feels good, right love?” Chuuya smiled down at you, his hands trailing upwards. As he came up to your bra strap he unclipped it with ease. He felt you tense for a moment, then relax as his hands continued to touch your back. “ Good girl, now think how much better it will be when its someone who knows what they’re doing, mmm” as he said that you felt a different touch on your back. The hands were smaller, softer, the long nails just barely scratching your skin. But the way they touched you was different; more confident, almost instantly applying pressure in just the right spots. A mix of pain as female hands worked the tension out, and then pleasure as muscles relaxed.

When Chuuya brought you here, you didn’t want to go in. Now you didn’t want to leave.

Seeing your lack of protests Chuuya chuckled and moved away from you. “ Enjoy it my love, this massage will do your tense shoulders good” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your head before he went and laid down on the bed beside yours. You felt the masseuses working on your back put a little more effort on your shoulders, and you let out a sigh of relief as you felt the tension you didn’t know you carried was slowly kneaded out of your skin.

Maybe Chuuya was right; maybe a massage wasn’t so bad after all.

#bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara #new experiences #massage #sweetober #bsd sweetness #chuuya fluff #chuuya x you #bsd fluff

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loveluri · 2 years

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Full Body Shapewear & its Benefits

In just a few short years, the shapewear market has revolutionized how we think about fashion, appearance, and perfection. It all started with a basic one-piece slimming garment, but it has since developed into something quite fascinating.

LURI offers a large selection of shapewear in many different designs, colors, and sizes. A lot of people have heard of "shapewear," but they might not know what it is or how it can help them. Modern women's wardrobe staple, shapewear is where it's at for many reasons.

Benefits of Full Body Shapewear

Efforts to Lose Weight Have Benefits

As an added bonus, the state-of-the-art fabrics used in today's full-body shapewear actually aid in weight loss.

Products that mold the body often make use of Lycra or silicone, two warm yet breathable materials. If you're going to the spa to get rid of excess weight, you should know that the sauna and wrap are two of the most popular choices. To put it simply, these wraps are the equivalent of Lycra!

Instantly Reduce Inches

Despite being in good shape, muffin tops are frequently a problem for women who have worked hard for hours to reduce their waistlines.

Shapewear can solve this issue when worn with fitted tops and low-rise jeans because of the fit of today's trendy clothing. Shapewear can be helpful in order to fit into a smaller size while dieting to get to your ideal weight.

Benefits of aging prolapse

Full Body Shapewear can help the body as it ages and can lessen symptoms like a humpback, prolapsed or flattened breasts, prominent appetite, pail waists, fat buttocks, flat hips, bulky legs, turnip legs, etc.

Women who suffer from bladder prolapse will greatly benefit from wearing shapewear due to the slight lift and support it will provide.

Abdominal muscles and posture are enhanced

Putting on shapewear can help you stand taller and stronger due to the compression it provides and the confidence boost it gives you. Lessening of pain in the lumbar and lower back regions is another benefit of the support. This helps with both walking and sitting, and it's especially helpful for those who sit for extended periods of time because it relieves strain on the back.

#Full Body Shapewear #Fitness Clothing #Post Surgical Compression Garments

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bodycontoursfajas · 2 years

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You have two different types of fajas, Stage 1 as well as Stage 2. During the healing process, these will be your best friends and will play a crucial role in making sure you get the results you want. Here at BContours, we carry full-body shapewear 2-stage for anyone interested. In a nutshell, this can speed up the process through which you heal.

#full-body shapewear

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for not trusting my sister?

I (16X/M) have been wanting a binder for years and have really struggled with the concept of my body without one. I'm out but my parents are often very dismissive of my needs and right now are set on convincing me that I just need a sports bra or smth similar. Literally four days ago I'd saved up enough money to secretly buy a good binder from a reputable brand and it drained my account, but it's going to be worth it.

Now enters my sister (18F) who often sides with my parents when I talk about trans stuff and refuses to listen to me about my experiences as a trans person. She says she's supportive but has a tendency to belittle me or simplify the struggles of trans people. As of writing this, she about twenty minutes ago, sent through a message containing multiple binders and size charts and asked me which one I wanted.

I asked her what brand they were from because they didn't look medical grade and the models were skinny white women with full faces of makeup and long hair, which is not the usual for any good medical binder site like sock drawer heroes, underworks or even gc2b (bad to judge appearance but I know the good suppliers and this isn't it, especially considering they don't look like any binders I've ever seen before with closures and a cut that looks more like a long sports bra or shapewear). She got very defensive and refused to tell me, saying that 'a friend gave her the link' and she 'couldn't remember' both of which were big red flags to me. I kept asking her questions until she snapped at me and called me ungrateful before going offline (we live in different cities).

I don't know if I'm the asshole for not trusting her but there was something off about that situation and the way it happened directly after a big fight that I had with my dad about sports bras a couple of weeks ago.

(ps. can you put a 🏳️‍⚧️ to help me find this post when you get around to it please?)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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thedeafprophet · 3 months

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top 5 historical fashion trends that should make a comeback!!

5. Shapewear

Not that im actually big on the concept of modifying your form to match the trends, but i think if the 'ideal body shape' is going to keep being a thing, it should switch back to being modified with garments and NOT being expected to change your actual body.

most of the 'ideal silhoutte' stuff from the victorian and edwardian era was done via shapewear and padding. waists were not created via tight lacing except in very rare and time period specific incidents - most of it is illusion via butt and hip pads!!!

4. *anne of green gables voice * Puff sleeves !!!

Were these at all practical? No. Was the size ridiculous? Yes. Did you have to use a shoulder support kind of like a cirnoline to hold them up? Yep.

do i adore them? ABSOLUTELY

tell me these arent absolutely delightful and fun!! 1895/1896 sleeve trend my beloved

3. Layers and undergarments

Specifically in the concept of the idea of wearing layers underneath the outwear, that could be more easily washed. this way they would collect the sweat and grime from the body underneath, and the actual overlayers could be reworn! i understand this would be less practical in warmer climates, but to me it makes a lot more sense then having to wash all your clothes so often!

2. CAPES!!!

This doesn't need an explination we all know capes need to make a comback

1. The appreciation towards the work that goes into a garment.

Throughout history there used to be a greater care and thought towards clothes - they cost more yes, they took more effort to make, but there was a greater level of appreciation for the garments

Now we exist in a state of fast fashion and disrepair. Cheap clothing made by even more exploited workers, that will tear and break easily, is all that fills the stores. The knowledge of repair and sewing has been lost by many. The oceans and islands and land fills are full of cheap discarded clothing layered with toxins and plastic.

A push against the system and a renewed effort against fast fashion must be pushed towards and in this essay I will-

#ask game #fashion

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flwrbo · 2 years

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corset. (18+)

cw : daddy kink , handcuffs , dom ! eddie munson

eddie munson x (implied) chubby reader . mdni

eddie ties your corset for you <3 928 words

“Breathe in, sweetheart.” Eddie stands behind you in the mirror, strings in hand. The corset you’re wearing is frilly and white, matching the socks adorned on your feet. You inhale deeply and feel the shapewear tighten around you slowly as your boyfriend pulls the strings. “Too tight?” He asks, making eye contact with you through the reflection.

You shake your head a little and exhale a little as he ties a small bow on the small of your back. Eddie’s ring-clad fingers trace up the back of the garment, all the way up to your shoulders and neck, stopping their travels at your breasts, pushed up by the corset. He hums and runs his warm hands over your body, staring at your figure while he does.

“My baby is so pretty, isn’t she?” He asks, making eye contact with you once more. You nod your head softly, smiling under his praise. “Tell me, baby. Tell me how pretty you are.”

You turn on your heel and look up at him. “The prettiest, Daddy,” you respond meekly.

He kisses your forehead and steps away from you for just a moment to take the sight of you in. “Always so goddamn pretty,” he shakes his head. “Gotta get you some matching handcuffs to go with this get-up.” You direct your attention to the ones hanging on his wall, almost taunting you. “The silvers not enough for my sweet angel anymore, huh?”

You shake your head at that quickly, pouting. “Of course, it is, Eds. I love whatever you give me,” You sigh, taking a few steps toward your boyfriend where he stands in front of the offending object.

The brunette lifts them with his fingers and twirls them a little. “Oh, yeah?” He looks down deeply into your eyes. It almost makes you blush.

You turn around, leaving your wrists behind your back. Inviting him. Enticing him. He can’t help the raspy chuckle from leaving his throat. He brings the cuffs up to your wrists as he mumbles something about how you’re “such a good girl.”

With the handcuffs now wrapped around your wrists, you begin to turn around when your boyfriend holds you in place. You make a confused sound which turns to a squeak when he suddenly pulls you flush against him. You feel how hard he is against your back and your face heats up.

“God, you look so beautiful and all I wanna do is ruin you,” He rasps into your ear as his hands grope your body. You feel him trace over your breasts, your neck, your chubby thighs, all the way up to your core.

Suddenly, you’re walked over to his bed, pushed chest down.

Eddie can’t help but inhale sharply at the sight of your cute cunt adorned in matching white panties, digging into the fat of your thighs - right below where your hands are bound to your back.

You don’t hear anything for a few moments, and it nearly drives you to tears - until you suddenly feel his warm breath on you first, and then his kisses seconds later. He traces up the back of your thighs, til he reaches your panty-covered pussy. He lands a kiss there, too. You shut your eyes and let your body relax into the sheets as your boyfriend takes his time with your body.

“Daddy,” You mumble out after a few moments of this teasing. “Please?” You wiggle your ass as much as you can and pout.

This makes Eddie giggle and stand up on his feet before he plasters his body over yours. “I can’t admire my baby?” He asks, resuming his groping from earlier.

You huff out a, “Guess so,” before letting him continue to have full access to you. He runs his hands over you for a few more seconds before he finally makes his way down to your cunt.

And he touches you.

You gasp softly and wiggle your hips around, trying to get more contact. “You’re so fucking wet, baby,” He speaks in awe, running two fingers down your slit. Your mewls are muted as you push your head into the blanket. “What got you this worked up, huh?” He asks, zeroing in on your clit.

“You, Daddy!” You gasp. He pulls away suddenly, lifting his shirt off of his body. You turn your head at him the best you can, taking in the image of your boyfriend. He stands in just his black jeans, tattoos littered over his lean chest. He unbuckles his handcuff belt and runs his hand over himself through his jeans as he stares into your cute tear-filled eyes.

Pushing yourself up onto your knees, you try to make your way to your boyfriend - but he pushes you back down rather harshly. “Don’t move.” He demands, pulling his zipper down. “You move when I want you to move, okay?” He asks, leaning into your face.

You barely finish nodding before he grasps your face in his hand. “Words.”

“Yes, Eddie.” His eyes bore into yours before he straightens up. His hand moves onto your leg, pulling you and flipping you over.

Pushing your panties down, he leaves them pooled around your ankles before his hands go to pull himself out of his jeans. “Gonna fuck you good now, angel. Huh,” He strokes himself as he stares down at your helpless body. “You do look like an angel don’t you? All white and frilly,” He moves face to face with you. His grin is wide and almost menacing.

“Now I get to take you to hell with me.”

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