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[pure-ablution]

What I used to wear on dates

This is titled ‘what I used to wear’, because I don’t really tend to go on dates anymore. Of course, Alajos and I still have dates, but it’s a much more relaxed kind of thing, I don’t feel as though I have to pull out every last stop and stand on ceremony anymore, and anyway, he’s blind. Almost none of these tricks would have any kind of positive effect on him whatsoever.

So, this is what I used to wear. I didn’t wear it every single time, and I didn’t reserve it just for dates; this is just my maximalist sort of routine for those moments when you have to look your absolute best. Like, superhuman best. It’s completely fake, but it does what it needs to do.

Underwear

This is where most of the fakery comes in; at least, for me. I have a good body shape naturally, and I work out to make it even better, but I don’t think that it’s possible for any woman to look like a Victoria’s Secret model without devoting themselves literally 24/7 to their body, extreme surgeries, or lots of specialist underwear. I wanted to have the body of a Victoria’s Secret model (3 years later, I think I have gained a slightly more sensible perspective of this goal...), so I invested in the underwear I needed to achieve that.

I’m going to let you in on a secret: if you want high-quality, realistic-looking hip, buttock, or breast enhancers, then you need to be buying high-quality silicone, and shopping from stores intended for drag queens, transvestites, and cross-dressers. No foam pads with weird edges and corners from Amazon or AliExpress! I use SoftLeaves and Hourglass Figure to buy my enhancers, and I always buy the highest quality silicone that I can afford. These sites are going to be more expensive than elsewhere, but it’s worth it; obvious padding is really embarrassing, and you want something that isn’t going to disintegrate after a single wear. Specialist stores like these are discreet, they don’t typically charge with a huge profit margin, and they have a really wide selection of options, with very knowledgeable and friendly customer service. You can buy your enhancers in tiny incremental size options, so that you can achieve exactly the look you want without going overboard.

I used to stack my bras: I wore a high-quality sticky bra (either a drawstring, if I wanted some cleavage, or 2 individual pull-up bras for a perky silhouette under a high-necked top) as a base, and then a traditional push-up bra—I wore the ‘Superboost’ from Gossard, but I’d recommend finding a bra that properly fits and works with your breast shape—with some moderate (80g) silicone enhancers in the bottom. It sounds extreme, and it wasn’t terribly comfortable, but in the context of a whole outfit, it honestly just looked like I’d had an extremely natural-looking boob job. It definitely didn’t look real (to a woman who knows, at least—I don’t think men would be any the wiser!), but it sure looked good.

I had a faja custom-made for me, with a low back and very high compression with steel boning, and cut just right around my chest and arms so that my bra(s!) weren’t impeded at all. I had it come down to my knees—NB: with elastane shapewear, make sure that the hem ends on a joint, either the hip, knee, or the ankle, to prevent rolling—and I had the buttock area made up in a free mesh instead of compression fabric, with extra support beneath, to give my bottom good lift and support. I have slight hip dips naturally, so I wore small silicone hip enhancers beneath my faja to fill in the dips, smooth everything, and give my hips a totally rounded look.

I also wore silicone shoulder pads beneath my faja straps, because otherwise, my shoulders would look narrow and out of balance with my padded hips. I bought these on AliExpress, as I think they’re more popular in East Asia, but I have to admit that they didn’t last out very well, and I bought new ones regularly to replace the old. They were cheap, though.

On top of all this, I’d usually wear a silk petticoat, if I was wearing a dress, for a smooth and flowing line and to prevent my underwear-construction from being seen through my dress. I held all of the straps—of the bra, the faja, and the petticoat—together with vintage lingerie clips. I really recommend these; they’re so handy, and they keep all of your straps together and stop anything from embarrassingly slipping down your shoulder. I bought mine in a charity shop, but you can find them fairly cheaply on eBay and Etsy.

Other enhancements

I also put on a bunch of other enhancements to boost my looks. At this point, I think I’ll probably sound crazy, and you’re welcome to stop reading, but if you’re still interested...

My eyes aren’t droopy, but I have a bit of hooding from my lids which gives the impression of droopy, tired eyes. I fixed that now with Botox, but at the time, I didn’t have any procedures done at all, so instead, I used the eyelid tape patches ‘Lids by Design’ from Contours RX, and actually, it worked pretty well. I had to adjust my makeup style for it, but they were undetectable (once I finally learnt how to apply them correctly) and gave my eyes a much more aesthetically pleasing shape for the evening.

I love my eye colour, and it’s one of my most complimented features. For dates, I used to enhance it even further by wearing the ‘Define Sparkle’ lenses by Acuvue, which really brought out the bright blue colour and, true to name, made my eyes sparkle. These lenses are unfortunately discontinued now, and I ran out of my stockpile about a year ago—and yes, I cried about it! I still haven’t found anything similar which enhances, not masks, natural blue eyes. If anyone has any recommendations, please, please tell me!!! I would still be wearing these lenses every day if I could. If your natural eye colour isn’t blue, then you’re in luck: there are lots of enhancing lenses from Korea and Japan made for darker eye colours. I hear that the brand Olens is particularly good.

I also used to use Lumify drops to whiten my eyes and make them sparkle. I haven’t used these drops since my squint surgery, because I’m now paranoid about putting anything which isn’t sterile saline in my eyes, but they were really effective. Warnings about the dangers of vasodilators etc. etc., and I wouldn’t personally use them again, but if you want something that works and don’t really care about your eye health, then these do the trick.

This is really silly, but I wore a tiny little plastic insert from Nose Secret, designed to lift up my nose tip. The ironic thing is, I don’t have a droopy nose tip in the slightest! I always worry that wearing this made me look like some kind of Miss Piggy lookalike, but photo evidence from those days seems to be safe, so maybe I didn’t. Anyway, it worked pretty well for reducing the visual appearance of the bump on the bridge of my nose—so, to my girls who haven’t yet had a rhinoplasty, or don’t want one, but still hate their nose, this could be for you. Just don’t, like, inhale the plastic or anything. I really don’t want to be held liable for a choking death!

The rest was more standard: I’d wear a halo extension piece with a couple of seamless clip-ins to add length and volume to my hair, my nails would be done in my usual gel style, I wore individual fake eyelashes mapped out to suit my eye shape, and I did my makeup slightly heavier than I usually would, in a sort of ‘soft, candlelit glow’ style.

Outfit and accessories

I wore different outfits for different kinds of dates (obviously), but I did have a sort of basic dress code that I adhered to, depending on activity and occasion. Formal dinner dates called for a body-skimming, but not tight or bandage, dress with sheer stockings and mid-height stilettos. Casual lunches, teas, museum trips, etc. were usually a pretty day dress and flats. More artsy events (and men) got a brightly-coloured silk halterneck and black wool trousers, usually with block heels. Make-or-break, once-in-a-lifetime dates meant that I could pull out my seamed stockings and favourite bombshell wiggle dress. I never wore open-toe shoes on a date. Regardless of the occasion, I always brought a clutch—it tells him a thousand silent words about your expectations! I’d recommend having a small collection of clutch bags for day and evening wear. My jewellery was always minimal, and I didn’t ever wear any obviously branded pieces; usually just a fun pair of earrings that matched my outfit, and maybe a tennis bracelet for the evening.

A final word...

I know that these kinds of temporary enhancements are a lot. I want to stress that I haven’t ever worn this level of fakery on a regular basis. It was, and still is, just for when I know that I want to look as good as I possibly, possibly can. You don’t have to do what I did—you can take what is useful to you, and leave the rest, even if that happens to be leaving all of it, and privately laughing a little at this insane girl who is writing about her beauty routines on the internet. Still, I hope this is helpful to someone!

[detroitbydark]

can we get a soft/smut blurb where you and haz go to tom's red carpet for cherry? it'll be your first red carpet appearance as a couple so you are a little nervous and haz finds a way to calm your nerves 😏

This was fun to write. Nothing to racy or risque but definitely a bit fluffy. 

Word Count: 1000+

Summary: Harrison has had enough

Warnings: None

“You can stare in that mirror all night long and it’s not going to make you any less beautiful”

You smile softly as your boyfriend’s face appears in the floor length mirror in front of you. His eyes lock on yours for a moment before he’s gently brushing aside the thick glossy waves the stylist had finishing only a short time ago. His lips brush against the soft spot behind your ear and you inhale softly.

“Fucking gorgeous” he murmurs appreciatively as he steps back and uses his hand on your hip to spin you towards him, “No more mirrors, sweet girl. We’re going to be late if we don’t get going. The car’s downstairs.”

You feel your heart skip a beat. The whole thing, wearing a fancy dress and going to a movie premiere with Harrison was like a dream come true. It was also terrifying. Of course you’d known Harrison would be going to the Cherry premiere. He was Tom’s best friend after all. You hadn’t realized though that you would be going too. 

You’d been with Harrison long enough to realize at some point you’d need to be his plus one to some sort of official event but for the longest time he and Tom had taken to being one another’s dates and you’d been let off the hook. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be seen with your boyfriend. You loved Harrison and were so proud of everything he did. It was just...you felt so plain in comparison to the other women that traveled in his circle.  You weren’t a model or an actress. You were no socialite or social media influencer. You were just plain old you. There would be cameras and flashbulbs and so much scrutiny. You would be captured forever on film and the thought of having people sitting around the internet questioning whether you were thin enough, pretty enough, good enough for your own boyfriend made you sick.

“Sweetheart?” you hear Harrison question you softly. You shake your head and offer him a weak smile. “Where’d you go, Love?”“No where. I’m right here.” You lean in and give him a soft kiss, trying to distract him and not smudge your lipstick at the same time. 

“No you weren’t” he frowns softly at you as he pulls back. He holds you at arms length. Of course he saw through you. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I just want everything to be perfect. I want to be perfect for you and I…” you words spill out in a torrent, “I feel like a fraud. I’ve got so much shapewear on I can barely move. Like, I think I have spanx on top of my spanx.” your hands smooth over your dress. You’d loved the bright red satin when Harrison had shown it to you, loved the high slit on the right leg and the way the back dipped and the bodice draped across your body.  You’d felt like one of the old Hollywood starlets when you’d first tried it on. Now you just felt like a pretender. “I’ve been plucked and prodded. I’ve got so much double-sided tape on my tits I’m afraid this thing will never come unstuck.  I haven’t eaten a solid meal in three days and have had nothing but the bare amount of water needed to keep me alive today.” You flinch at Harrison’s frown. “All that and I still don’t feel good enough to be seen with you.”

Harrison’s jaw tightens and can see the muscles in his jaw twitch as he grips your shoulders tightly. “Listen here. I’m not going to listen to you talk about yourself like that. You are and always have been perfect for me. Whether you're in sweats and a bun or dressed like this. I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He’s looking at you with such intensity it makes you want to squirm. 

“I get the whole not eating thing. I’ve been around long enough to realize what it takes for a girl to step into a dress like you’ve got on and I promise the first thing we’re doing when this is done is go to the first all night dinner we can find and eating the nastiest, greasiest plate of chips we can find.” 

Your teeth press into your lower lip as you bite back a smile. “With mayo and ketchup?” you laugh at his serious nod. “You know me too good” you say softly. 

“I know you the best. I also know that you're absolutely stunning and I can’t wait to show you off to the world.” His hands drop from your shoulders and one rests on your hip, while his other set of fingers teases at the slit in your gown.  You drape your arms over his shoulders, the patterns in Joshua Kane jacket matching the red of your dress perfectly. His hand flattens against your exposed thigh, kneading the flesh.

“Harrison...the car?” You're breathless already, so easy you were for him. A touch was all it took to move your mind to other things.

“When we get back to the hotel I’m going to strip you out of all of this.” His voice his gone low and it causes warmth to pool low in your belly. He points across the room. “I’m going to lay you across that bed and I’m going to make you cum over and over until you never question again how perfect you are for me.” His hand leaves your thigh and his fingers skim over your belly, over your breasts and circle almost lovingly at your throat. You inhale sharply. “Does that sound good?”

“Very” you choke back a whimper as he steps away and adjusts himself. You see his adam's apple bob as he swallows hard. His pupils are still dark and blown wide, your affect on him noticeable. 

“Perfect” He holds out his arm for you. “Now, let's get to that car. Tom will have both of our heads if we miss his big day.”

[2-fast-2-curious]

Searching for the right words

Pairing: Auston Matthews x Female Reader

Summary: You and Auston can’t wait to get home after a charity event.

Words: 1220

Warnings: Um where to start...dirty talk, unprotected sex but that’s just the works for me. IDK this just feels really dirty.

A/N: Wishing my baby boy the best of luck in his Game 7.

“Look at the gorgeous girl I get to take home.” Auston said as he filmed you on his phone, you were hiking up your long dress to walk down the stairs. “The hottest thing in this whole fucking room”

“Aus, who are you even recording that for?” You laughed, as you put down your clutch to hand your coat check ticket to the attendant.

Auston shrugged. “Myself, you when I’m on the road you say you don’t feel pretty, maybe I’ll take out the sound and send it to my parents, or your parents.”

“Lots of people want to see you.” You blushed as he ended the video.

“You looked so handsome tonight. You clean up nice, baby.” You hugged yourself close to his side, giving him a kiss on his cheek. You were proud of your boyfriend for being an excellent conversationalist and raising money for charity.

You and Auston were standing against the wall allowing Auston’s hands to reach behind you to squeeze your butt without attracting too much attention. “Fuck, I wanna touch you so badly.”

“You’re touching me now.” You tell him, reaching underneath his suit jacket to caress the muscular torso that was underneath his dress shirt.

“Did they stumble onto Narnia or something?” Auston had been lusting after you ever since you had finished getting ready. He had tried to convince you that he only needed ten minutes but you were not impressed, telling him you didn’t want to risk messing up your hair or makeup. Auston had spent the rest of the night watching you from across the room as he mingled with the gala attendees. “Do you think there’s a closet or something we can sneak off to?”

“Auston” You scolded your boyfriend. “You need to be patient, I’m sure it’s like a maze of black coats in there.”

Auston, leaned in to whisper in your ear. “You’re the one who’s going to need to be patient, Y/N. When we get home and I get my mouth on your-”

You and Auston were interrupted by the attendee handing back your coat. Auston helped you slip it back on as the two of you walked to the valet who already had Auston’s car waiting for you.

“You looks so sexy when you’re driving, Aus.”  You sighed. “So focused.”

You tried to sneak your hand to Auston’s thigh but he caught it. You frowned, even as Auston brought your hand to his mouth and gave it a little kiss. “I wasn’t going to do anything Aus.” You fibbed, trying to project an air of innocence. If your dress wasn’t so tight you might’ve considered slowly taking it off while Auston struggled to keep his eyes on the road. Maybe you keep that in mind the next time you went dress shopping.

Luckily you and Auston lived pretty close to the venue so you and Auston didn’t have to wait long to start taking off your clothes. Auston started by taking off his shoes and you reached down to take off yours too. “Keep them on.”

“Aus, my feet hurt.” You pouted, shifting your weight back and forth on your heels.

He took off his suit jacket and hooked an arm under your knees to support you as he literally swept you off your feet. “I think I should just carry you up and down the stairs as part of my offseason workout.” He carried you to the bedroom and gently placed you on the King sized bed. “You’re way more fun to lift than weights.”

You laid back, looking up at Auston with a blissful expression on your face.

“Let me help you with your dress, Y/N.” Auston rolled you over and pulled down the zipper on your dress. It slipped off your hips and Auston took care to make sure the fabric didn’t snag on your stilettos before laying it down on a

“You know those tubes of Pillsbury crescent dough? You pop them open and all the dough spills out, that’s how I feel right now.” You flipped over, watching as Auston pulled his dress pants down his thick thighs.

“Babe if you keep dirty talking like that I’m going to cum in my pants.” He replied sarcastically as you stripped completely naked on the bed, pulling off your shapewear, bra, and panties. You laid back onto the pillows as you waited for Auston to finish getting naked.

“You’re so beautiful.” Auston said, kneeling on the bed, his hands exploring the skin that he couldn’t earlier. The curve of your breasts, the softness of your stomach, the dip of your hips all got Auston’s undivided attention. His erection was heavy between his legs and you wanted him inside you so badly. Auston hovered over you, his cock so close but still too far away as it pressed against your thigh. His mouth sucked kisses across your decolletage, from one shoulder to the other, leaving bruises in their wake. You arched your back, your core wanting to get closer to Auston’s member.

“Such a good girl, getting this juicy little pussy wet for me.” Auston had you hold your legs open, spreading yourself wide while allowing Auston to admire the Louboutins which were still on your feet as well as the pussy between them. He spat on your slit and rubbed his saliva in with his thumb, causing you to moan. He took your legs and rests your ankles on his shoulders, he gently nudged your entrance with his hard cock, as you moaned, your walls fluttering around his tip. As he thrusts deeper, he presses your legs against you.

“Auston, please, I need your cock so badly.” You beg for him in between breathy moans. Auston lifted your hips off the mattress as he grabbed them for leverage to go deeper. When he did that, you swore it felt so good, you saw stars. That was his favourite part of this position. How deep he was able to go to help you reach a new realm of pleasure. Auston continued moving in and out of you, as your body thrashed from the orgasm he had given you.

Auston soothingly stroked your hair. “You did so well for me baby. Gonna cum inside of you, okay?”

You nodded as you felt stream, after stream of hot cum deposit deep inside your cunt. He was momentarily slumped over you as he kept himself inside you for just a moment or two longer. He pulled out and used the tissues on the bedside table to clean up any excess cum that was dripping between your legs.

You yawned and pulled the covers around you as Auston went to the bathroom. “You gonna sleep in those, baby?” Auston asked, coming back with a glass of water and your makeup wipes.

“Maybe.” You replied sleepily, taking his offering. You didn’t want to imagine what your makeup looked like right now. Especially since you had forgotten you were wearing any and had rubbed your eyes.

“Here let me help you.” Auston removed your shoes and massaged the balls of your feet as you cleaned off what was left of your makeup. Auston joined you underneath the covers as the big spoon, tucking his softened length between your slightly sticky thighs to stay warm, his face buried in your neck.

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