#taking the time to use bronzer on their fingers?

[m00nsbaby]

Asking for help with your makeup.

Moon system x reader. - headcanons.

Steven.

You had done it for fun, asking him to do your makeup like those old YouTube videos that trended a few years ago.

He didn't hesitate at all, Steven got to work.

But first, he put on his adorable reading glasses.

You discovered he bit his tongue when he was too concentrated, and you just wanted to kiss him.

In the end, it was a bigger challenge for you than for him.

"Oh Gods, look at that." He whispered to himself as he used his finger to correct the mistake on the edge of the blue eyeliner he had applied.

Contrary to what you thought, he chose vibrant colors.

Turns out Steven wanted to try every interesting thing he found in your makeup kit.

"Can you…?" "Mhmm?" "Can you do... like Gus, with your cheeks?"

It wasn't fair that a man could be this adorable, asking you to suck in your cheeks so he could apply bronzer.

"What is this glittery thingy for?" "Highlighter, like the ones you use for your books."

He wasn't too thrilled about using his fingers with your makeup, he immediately wiped them on some surface.

And his hand trembled when he applied a touch of highlighter to the inner corner of your eyes.

Usually, you were the one who made Steven nervous, but at this moment, his brown eyes were so focused on you that you were almost trembling.

So close to asking him to forget everything and kiss you until both of you were tired.

"Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink." He held the mascara wand as you obeyed, until he was satisfied with the amount on your lashes.

No one had ever looked at you with such admiration before.

"Finished?"

Still, he didn't seem satisfied.

"What's missing?" Your voice came out curious, playful. Like you would talk to a child who can't quite express what they need. "I don't know, love."

He just kept looking at you. And your brain worked in seconds.

His eyes lit up when you showed him a palette consisting solely of glitter. In different colors and sizes.

Three gentle taps on each of your cheeks with the glitter, and now you saw him nod, content with his masterpiece.

"Done! How did I do?" He was just so… excited.

You weren't going to burst his bubble by telling him that the look screamed 'I'm drunk at Coachella,' so you smiled. Almost as excited as he was.

"It's perfect, Steven."

Little did you know, you had just triggered this to become a constant activity.

You had so many colors for him to try, and you couldn't refuse if he looked at you that way.

Marc.

Marc was… rough.

Like every second of his life, he had a furrowed brow as he worked on you, and at every moment, he reminded you that you had asked for this.

"You're taking hours." "Rome wasn't built in a day." "And now you're talking like Steven."

He rolled his eyes for the fifth time within a span of 2 hours.

"Lift your face." That request also repeated more than you would have liked.

And his hands could be coarse, but his touches were so gentle that your eyes had started to close a few minutes ago.

He wasn't going to say it, but this almost felt therapeutic.

There was something stupidly relaxing about choosing what he liked without anyone else interfering, not even those little voices in his mind.

No one could judge him for his choice of neutral colors.

You, on the other hand, as relaxed as you felt, had a racing heart.

Turns out Marc and Jake are probably the most stubborn people you know, so neither of them accepts that their body needs glasses outside of Steven.

As a result, he had to be closer to you to focus his gaze on what he was doing.

His warm, minty breath gave you goosebumps.

Did Marc have to be attractive in everything he did?

Your train of thought slowly started to drift away from the situation.

"I told you…" His hand firmly positioned itself under your chin and forced you to lift your head to look at him. "To lift your face."

You swallowed hard.

And you weren't sure if he noticed that you were about to melt on the edge of the bed where both of you were seated.

Stupid Marc Spector, he was the love of your life.

His hand stayed on your chin, his gaze fixed on you until he finally finished.

"Well?"

Finally, that beautiful smile.

"Beautiful. As always."

It didn't surprise you that he had done such a good job. Your boyfriend didn't like to make mistakes, and if he had to do a meticulous job on your face to confirm that he was talented in absolutely everything, he would.

You blushed, needless to say.

And he rewarded your hours of staying still with a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Did you like it?" "I loved it."

And his satisfied expression grew.

Jake.

Jake always organized the best dates.

Even though the looks were starting to wear you out, going out with him always meant something a bit out of the ordinary from the casual you usually wore.

"Jake?" He nearly stumbled as his eyes fixed on you.

You never ceased to surprise him.

"Sí, amor?" "Which one do you prefer?" You showed him two lipstick tubes, one red and the other nude.

He couldn't even look at anything other than you.

"Red." "Got it."

When you turned to the mirror to finish your makeup, you saw him walking slowly behind you.

It was hard to decipher Jake's intentions when he always had that mischievous smile on his lips.

You knew he wanted your attention when he placed a hand on your waist.

"Let me help you, mami."

Ugh.

You couldn't tell him no.

His index finger lifted your chin, and you could already feel the heat rising through your body, settling in your cheeks.

You analyzed his features up close. You would never tire of looking at him, that was for sure.

You handed him the already capless lipstick, and he focused all his attention on your lips.

"Open wide for me." His teasing and flirtatious tone always pushed you to the edge.

You rolled your eyes but obeyed, as always. You parted your lips for him.

He was so… delicate.

No one knew better than Jake how to drive you crazy.

"Stay still, mami." You were going to melt. You were going to die right there in his arms.

When he was done, he used his thumb to clean the edges of your lips, wiping away his nonexistent mistakes from your skin. It had turned out so well that you could safely say there was nothing to clean up.

It didn't surprise you; he always touched you as if you were made of glass.

"Can you do me a favor?" He was done, but his forehead was resting against yours, his eyes fixed on you as you tried to find the right words in your throat.

He stole your breath, quite literally. So you could only nod.

"Give me a kiss, babe."

You understood his request as he tilted his head to the side, giving you space to choose.

You left two kisses. One on his jawline, another on his white shirt collar. Both marks were perfectly formed and in a bright red shade.

Jake was satisfied with your work, and with his own.

He considered it a good way for you to mark him as yours, although he later discovered a much better way when your lips were marked all over his body, leaving not a single inch of his skin untouched by your red-stained kisses.

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[safetystars]

The Intervention

Rooftop. Now.

I send the photo along with my message. If my text wasn't enough already, I know this will have you running up here as fast as yours legs will carry you. After all, a man can only resist so much.

I look out over the city. Up here, it's so far beneath my feet. This is how the world should look all the time.

I wonder how you imagined I'd be content growing to just 5'7''?

Out of habit, I turn on my camera to check my makeup.

"Perfect," I whisper. My azure eyes smoulder with a smoky, piercing intensity, and the arch of my eyebrows is enticing and dangerous. I note the contouring on my cheekbones, and my bronzer and blush - all to die for. Even more so are my lips, their natural hue enhanced just a little.

I don't even need to check my outfit. As I feel the wind tousle my hair, blow dried into perfect curls, every inch of the lingerie hugs my delicious curves.

Feeling the tightness arouses me, and I look down at my phone again, sitting on my palm, its bottom edge touching my wrist, the top going just past the end of my fingers. 'This thing will soon be useless', I think, not bothering to read your message as I let the device tumble off the edge of the building.

I shiver in anticipation, and then I hear the roof door creak open.

"How did you get in-" you start. I smile as I hear you gasp, as words fail you at the sight of me in the flesh.

And who could blame you?

"So baby, this is basically a fucking intervention."

I turn, meeting your eyes.

"I’ve brought you up here from that hole you work in to show you an idea...to give you a taste... of how things... how I could be."

I don't break eye contact, but shift slightly, letting a ripple of movement make my ass cheeks quiver, my stockings and suspenders straining.

"Oh yes?" you ask, smugly. You haven't understood the situation yet, but you're practically drooling already. I sigh, stoking embers of lust.

"I'm here for more..."

"Is that so? Well-" you start to say, but I turn slightly, letting you see the the fishnet struggling to contain my breasts. Your cockiness dies as my next sigh hints at a moan, accompanied by the groan of the latex straps.

"Wow" is all you can force from your lips.

"Well, that's an understatement," I purr, as the door swings behind you and you take a few steps towards me, "and soon... any words you have will fall short of me."

Your eyes are practically popping out of your head. Just like me from this lingerie. I figured wearing this little number would work.

"This used to fit so well... until..."

I pause, biting my lip as I feel a heat deep within me as I recall that feeling of growing - power and pleasure, and my pulse quickens.

The reverie forces me to work to keep my face and tone relaxed, as I slacken the line, reeling you in slowly, but there's nothing I can do to hide my nipples perking up... Good, I hope you see that.

"But that's not enough... Just imagine it, baby. Me, as tall as this skyline. As big as- bigger than this city!"

I run a hand along my thigh and up my ass, letting my hand rest at my hip.

You open your mouth, your mind struggling to formulate words, overcome by me.

Unblinking, I croon, "And you know you can do it."

"You shouldn't be here-"

My voice is soft and deadly: the subsonic growl of a tiger, a steel dagger sheathed in velvet.

"-You know."

"Babe..."

Your attempt at sternness is endearing.

No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire.

"Now, take a good, long look at me before we go down to the lab together."

Soon, only one part of you will be left with any firmness at all.

I crook a finger, beckoning you one step, then another. As you get close, I raise a hand, my freshly manicured nails glinting as I signal you to stop just in front of me. In the past, that might not have dissuaded you, but now I've got you wrapped around my finger... Soon, that won't just be figuratively.

I point down, motioning you to kneel. I can't stop myself grinning as you do, like a willing subject. Except, I don't want you to be 'like' a subject, nor should there be any question of 'willing'. I want to be utterly irresistible... even more than I already am.

Holding on to the railing, I stick my ass out and lean towards your face below me. This is making me so wet, and it only feels better as I hear a couple of stitches tear.

I lower myself until I feel your hot breath between my thighs. The heat and aroma of me must be overwhelming, even with the wind. My body is telling you how turned on I am, how much I want- no, need this. My thong feels so tight... I can't wait for it to explode off me, even harder than the last one.

"This is so hot..." you groan.

I start to slowly rise, gradually straightening my legs.

"Fuck..." is all you can murmur.

"Soon, pet," I reply, stroking your face, dragging my nail over your lip.

I lick my lips, and my voice becomes more excited, heightening along with me.

"I want you to picture me stretching out, growing taller. My legs will be getting longer, and I’ll slowly rise beside you, sliding up to match, then surpass your height. Not only that, but I’ll be thicker than you can dream; hips so wide you won’t even be able to wrap you arms around them."

When I feel your hand touch my thigh, I turn quickly. Your hand falls away with the motion, and I look down at you from on high, smirking, before leaning forward, letting my chest breasts against your face for a moment before I lift them just out of reach. Your eyes watch them sway from the momentum.

"God..." you say, and my eyes glint in satisfaction as I see the erection pushing fervently against your trousers.

"Yes?" I reply, raising an eyebrow and arching my back, hands on my hips, sticking my chest out. It strains against the bra further, and I my pussy aches as I feel a thread snap. A nipple is sticking out from one of the gaps in the netting but, truth be told, it's too big to easily fit through the hole, and is fraying the already worn bra further.

"This was my favourite lingerie. It's almost a shame it'll soon be totally and utterly destroyed... almost."

The pressure and the roughness feels incredible, and the heat inside me pulses, growing... just like I want to. I want to be touched, by myself or you, but first...

"I've already..." you protest.

"I want my chest to stick out a fucking mile," I interrupt matter-of-factly, moving back an inch. My voice and look are far off, as if I can see and am conveying that image, my flat sincerity letting you know I'm not being the least bit hyperbolic.

"W-we can't!" you whine. I would chuckle if I weren't so fucking horny.

Teeth gritted, I look straight into you, both imploring and commanding - wanton above all else.

"I need it," I say, moving my arms closer to my body, my elbows slowly pushing my breasts together, deepening my cleavage, mesmerising you, "...to feel my bra tightening, digging in as my boobs grow bigger and bigger."

Fuck, I can't resist. I grab my boobs, marvelling once again at how they already spill from between my fingers. I imagine how amazing it will be when they're even bigger. That thought makes me moan and I lean closer.

I'm briefly thankful I got new boots - I'd never have been able to balance in my old, smaller pair... Plus, I'd never had any as sexy or as high as these.

Sweat beads and cools on my brow, as I press my breasts against your face. There's plenty of them to share... While I knead them, your tongue is there, ready and waiting to serve. I moan again, louder this time, as you latch on to my nipple.

"Oh yessss... I want to feel my nipples growing in your mouth, filling it..." I say, leaning against you heavily, now pressing my breasts to cover as much of your face as I can. "...while my tits get heavier around you."

"Yes..." you echo. An admission, as your will crumbles. You will be mine.

First the carrot, now the stick.

With one hand, I grab the railing, lifting myself a little. Your tongue strains to reach my aching nipple, and I cup your chin, holding it in place, just out of reach. I lift myself a little more and rest my breasts on top of your head. For a moment, I let you grope me - partly to give you some relief, and partly because I'm struggling to resist just fucking you right now.

My panting turns to a smirk as I slowly muster myself, letting your urgent reverence to my tits continue, stroking one of your hands gently. Then, feeling balanced, I let go of the railing. I'm still cupping your chin, and my other hand stops and holds both of yours as I straighten.

"Of course, I’ll pick you up when it gets too high," I consider, casually. I rise to my full height, raised even further by my heels, and look down at you through my heavy lashes, my expression cold.

"Well... the lab is empty today apart from me."

As if I didn't already know that.

Warm, affectionate, I beam at you. "I'll hold you safe in my arms against my chest..." I gush. I stifle a triumphant laugh, letting it come out as a girlish giggle, "and I'll even let you lick my titties!"

"...While my tattered lingerie falls among the wreckage..." I finish huskily.

Towering above your kneeling form, I release you, watching your hands go slack.

"Maybe we could... but only a few more inches..." you whisper.

I turn away, concealing my smirk of disbelief at that testament.

I face the city, looking down at the tiny people... So far beneath me.

"They’ll worship this ass," I muse, taking your hand and letting you stand beside me. With these boots, I'm only a couple of inches shorter than you. I place your palm on my ass and squeeze your fingers tight against a handful. "Mmmm... but it’ll always be you who made me enormous," I say.

You look troubled, but there's no resistance as I lead you back and through the door, nor as I open the lift and pull you in after me.

The lift begins to move.

"The real clincher though?" I hiss, pressing you against the mirror and kissing you savagely. "Do you have any idea how horny this alone is making me?" I gasp, my tongue lolling at the taste of your lips.

It makes me want... "More..." I groan.

The numbers on the interface sink lower and lower, and so do I, as I press my face against your crotch. The heat and hardness are just what I want from you... I kiss your cock through the material, it pulses, straining for more, your hips bucking involuntarily. I press harder, feeling my new muscle work to keep you still.

Your ragged breathing is turning me on so much, and I shimmy, letting my sensitive nipples drag against the cloth, moaning softly. I'm louder as I grip your bulge hard, standing again. I look into your eyes, just above mine... 'For now,' I think, grinning, as I move close to you again.

I see your gaze flitting between me and the security camera pointing at us. I could have found a way to disable them, I suppose, if I'd cared.

"Soon, that won't matter anymore," I whisper, as my mouth finds your neck.

You groan. Between nipping and sucking, I murmur, "You think it's good now, don't you?"

"Aha..." is all that you can get out, as my embrace tightens, my lips and nails leaving lovemarks all you over you.

"Just imagine what I’ll do when it really starts..." I growl.

My voice is low, and it seems to echo for a moment until a 'ding' brings the lift to a stop.

"Well, big boy... Here we are..." I say, strutting confidently into your laboratory.

I move past several pieces of equipment towards the back, where I know the apparatus is.

I resist running my finger across the cool metal and glass and, with a deliberate slowness, I lean forward against the wall.

I wait, but I don't hear the machine working. I turn to look at you, my lips slightly parted, gazing into you.

"Do you like me like this?" I ask, my voice insipid with faux innocence. There's the faintest echo, and I can almost hear your heartbeat speed up.

"I... do."

You rearrange your glasses. Your nervousness is cute, and it's only riling me up further.

"Really?" I continue wryly, before putting on a higher-pitched bimbo voice. "So... You like me with bigger boobs and a huuuuge ass, with reaaaally thiiick hips and thiiighs too, riight??" I wink, wiggling from side to side, making my curves jiggle.

"Of course, it's just that-"

Your fingers are on the apparatus, unconsciously moving towards the button. I follow up, now comforting.

"That's great! And I bet you love me being tall too, huh, baby?"

I see you sweat.

I press against the wall, letting my breasts smooth and spread against the cold tiles, stretching on to my tip toes. I allow myself a light moan.

"I already said I'd make you grow more, okay?"

I beam inside, but I make sure my concern seems genuine as I reply, "Hey, what's the matter? We both want this right? Don't you think you deserve to get what you want?" I croon, then lighten my voice. "Don't I deserve that too?"

You're silent for a moment, your eyes flicking from me to the apparatus.

"It's just... fuck it." You sigh.

My chuckle of triumph is masked by the loud hum of the machine coming to life, and a light glow envelops the room.

"Indulge yourself... Indulge me," I purr, running a hand up my leg, pausing at my hip. As the hum becomes louder and the glow brighter, I feel my nipples harden against the cold tile, and I move my fingers to my vagina. The sound is heightened, and my breathing becomes a series of ragged, high-pitched gasps in time with the machine, moving faster as it speeds up, and so do my fingers in my clit.

"I hope you're-- ahh-- ready," I say, turning my head and winking at you.

The machine whirs faster.

"Yes... Yesss..."

My legs are shaking, and I can barely contain the anticipation. I want to wait until it starts before I come, but I'm so close already. I can hardly take anymore, I want to grow and come so bad. The sight of your hand on your cock... The smell of my own juices... The cold tiles against me... The pulsing yearning as I finger myself... The feeling of my tits dragging against the wall, higher and--

It's started.

Ohh...

Ohhh... "Fuuuck!" I cry, feeling the energy pulse through me. I turn my head away from you pumping your cock, watching myself as I slowly rise higher from the ground.

My breasts are still pressed against the wall, but it's as if they have a life of their own, pushing back, nipples slipping from their prison, which is only tightening more and more around the rest of the engorging breastflesh.

The latex at my waist twists and groans, stretching to accommodate my hips. I squeeze my legs together, aching from horniness as they elongate and thicken.

"You're getting so much taller and thicker..." you say faintly, overcome by wonder.

"Mmm..." Is all I can reply, as my panties gain several more rips, and my boobs strain the bra to its utmost. I can feel my shoes tightening as I gain a couple more inches in height.

"Ahh... I want more..." I moan, fingering myself faster. The feeling is incredible. I feel stronger, sexier, taller, more beautiful... "BIGGER!"

Before I know it, I'm right on the edge, about to climax...

"Yes! Uhhhh..."

The machine's vibrations suddenly die.

I turn, as from within throes of pleasure, alarm and upset emerge.

"Hey! Why'd you stop?" I demand, panting.

I look down at myself.

"Holy shit!" I'm astounded by the size of myself. Even not accounting for the extra boost from my straining heels, I can tell I'm several inches taller. I look over my humongous breasts, feeling a small rip from my bra as I try to shift my boobs to get a better look at the boots, which I can feel have been ripped a little by my enlargement. However, as I grab them, I yelp at how sensitive they are. I catch myself as I stumble, and my nipples slide once more against the tiles. Suddenly I feel the warmth of your hands as you strain to steady me.

In the wake of my growth, the touch feels electric, and I squirm, turning to lean against you, my breasts making me groan again as i brush you.

"I'm so sensitive..." I whisper, looking... Straight into your eyes. I'm still in heels, but sight of this makes me so wet. I feel massive as I look straight into your eyes. It's all I can do to stop myself going on to my tip toes to try and look down at you. Instead, I feel you stroke me, as my breathing slows, relishing in being touched.

"You look amazing," you say, your hand on my cheek. You seem to be trying to be a gentleman, but I feel your hand moving closer to my tits each time your hand goes from my neck to my collarbone, and closer to my ass as it moves down my side.

"Don't I just?" I murmur, leaning against you. I enjoy feeling of you have to steady yourself, not something you'd have had to do before when I was smaller, even if I'd have jumped fully on to you. Well, now...

"Touch them. I want you to explore the work of art you've made..."

You freeze, and I feel your grip, and something else, stiffen.

"Look how far we've come, mister." I say, lifting a thick thigh to brush your hip, before setting it down again. I move my face towards yours, and you reciprocate. Your lips are rough against my plump soft ones.

"Mmm... I feel good like this don't I? Better than before..."

My voice tickles your ear, sultry as I slip your fingers over my curves. My fingers feel longer, and though my hands aren't as big as yours, there's a strength to me that's new as I push your digits to close around generous handfuls.

"Fuck... I can't even hold your tit anymore," you breathe, and I shiver. As my lips move to your neck, I reply, "I like seeing you try nonetheless..."

I shudder as your hands grope me. It feels so good, so right, being so... big. But it's not enough.

You start to try and remove my bra.

"Tut tut. None of that, now..." I pull your hand away, and you don't resist.

"Why not?" You reply, grinning, your heart beating hard against your ribs, unable to contain the excitement in you.

I move closer, pressing against you, enjoying it as you take a step back at my advance. I kiss your fingertips one by one.

"Wouldn't you rather see it explode off me instead?"

Your face grows serious.

"Look, I said no before--"

"Mmhmm..." I nod, my kisses lowering from your neck to your collarbone.

"--and I've even made you grow again now!" Your voice rises in pitch as I approach your stomach, slowly slipping to my knees.

"A-and..." You stutter. I unzip your pants.

"Mmm..." I sigh, pulling your cock free.

"It's just not-- a-- goooo--" you falter, as my lips engulf your manhood. Back and forth, I move my head, my hair falling over my face as I suck your cock.

"Fuuu-- ohh, that feels so good..." I move faster, my licking more intense, running over your hardness. "H-how-- W-wha--" you groan, and I feel the veins throb in your dick.

"Jus' 'ook wha' I can do 'ow..." I murmur around a mouth full of cock.

"Deeper..." you groan, and I shake my head. You try to pull my head closer, but I pull back.

"I can't... You're still too big." I mewl. That'll get you going.

I begin to feign tiredness, gasping between licks, raggedly sucking. I can feel your frustration, and I keep my tits just a little out of reach of your desperate hands.

"Unnghh!" You groan, your hips bucking, and your fist hits the wall in frustration as I continue to edge you, again and again. I can taste your precum, feel your cock pulse every time you're close to coming. I've never sucked your cock this long or well - I doubt anyone has, but it's driving you mad.

"Please..." you groan, and I shake my head lightly, the sensation of the movement only titillating you further.

I pant more, affecting a high and worried voice. "I can't do it... It's just too much!" I whimper, though I'm grinning inside.

I move back, unlocking your fingers from my hair. Then raising myself a little, I push my breasts together around your throbbing manhood.

"Don't you just love my huge jugs? Look what I can just manage now..." I giggle, as I spit to lube the head of your cock more, and begin bouncing.

"Aha," you reply, thrusting hard. The heft of my new tits is incredible, and it feels intense. They're aching to grow more, and I find myself getting lost...

My movements are calculated and deliberate for the most part, but it's hard to maintain control, and I get close to making you come many times. 'All the better,' I think to myself, seeing you grow more desperate.

"I wanna taste you again, but my jaw hurts..." I whine, as I slow down again, looking up at you.

"We could always fuck..." you suggest playfully, but I stand up, shaking my head.

You're still breathing hard, and your cock looks fit to burst. I enjoy a moment of looking down at you on your knees.

"Wow, so soon?" I tease, poking you playfully on your cheek.

"Babe, it's been ages. I wanna-- NEED to fuck, to come..." you plead, standing up. I could swear I'm already a little taller, as your eyes meet mine.

"We could..." I consider, stroking your cheek.."But, you know, I'm having some trouble handling all of this..." I muse, idly stroking your cock. "Might be better if I rest for a while..." I trail off.

My voice doesn't sound the slightest bit tired, but you clearly don't notice.

"But, the energy from the machine, it should have made you--"

I stretch, seeming taller, and my huge breasts brush your chest. Your eyes widen.

"Well, maybe it's just a little fluke, perhaps if we just gave you a little more, then--"

"Yes!" I snap in excitement, shimmying over to the wall and laying against it, striking a seductive pose. I'm losing control, and am being way too obvious, but luckily, it seems you're pretty far gone. You're already cranking the machine to life.

"Ohhhh..." I pause, struggling to remember your name. All I can think about is growing more. "...You're going to love this." I moan, then more softly, I whisper, "and so am I..."

The light flashes, and I'm blind for a moment, overcome with pleasure.

I can FEEL it.

Feel myself growing, stretching up and out, getting bigger and bigger!

I scream in pleasure, unable to hold back, doubling over as I feel leather and latex shred under the force of expanding flesh.

"YES!"

My bra rips clean in half, the shreds flying, leaving my pendulous tits to quake, bigger with every movement. I seized and begin to fondle them, biting my lip as my nipples force my own fingers apart relentlessly.

"Mmm... Ohhhh!!"

The euphoria intensifies, and I groan as I feel my ass snap the elastic of my panties, trapping the thong in between my burgeoning asscheeks.

"Fuck... Grow!"

I move a hand down, roughly caressing myself, eliciting more screams of pleasure from my lips. My fingers trail swelling thighs, feeling a stocking tense, more and more, as I gain inch after inch in all directions. I take a ragged breath. Then, they snap, smacking my buttocks and sending a rippling pang of pleasure, making me gasp and go weak at the knees.

However, I have little time to sink, as my stockings begin to shred. As I feel the material rip, the tightness in my shoes is unbearable. It's painful, but I'm so turned on that it only adds to fuel to the fires of my lust.

I try to scrunch my toes, only to exclaim, "Fuck, there's no room!"

I grit my teeth, and my fingers move faster, trying to keep up with the rhythm of my growth.

"I-- d-don't--" I say, feeling the leather beginning to rip, and exposing the backs of my calves.

"-NEED YOU ANYMORE!" my yell becoming a shriek as I come violently. I feel my beautiful new boots tear open beneath my swelling feet, ankles and calves.

My footing is unsteady on the remnants of the boots, and I grab at the wall behind me, my fingernails digging into the tiles, holding me up. Muscle ripples beneath my sweat slickened curves as my strength multiplies. As I lean back, I feel my ass pushing me forward, and my back sliding further and further up the tiles as I get taller. The remnants of my boots beneath my feet, tiny and almost forgotten, groan and start to buckle under my weight.

'How much am I growing!?', I wonder, my hands fondling my swelling tits as coherence is obliterated.

"So biiig..." I can't even tell whose voice that is echoing anymore.

I can vaguely make you out, getting lower and lower, standing behind the machine. Watching you crane your neck up and up and up turns me on, but not as much as watching you disappear as my tits, which, like the rest of my curves, are growing faster than the rest of me, block you from sight. They're so big I can even see my feet, each larger than my head, and counting. My hands move to my hips, the lower part of this perfect widening hourglass. My thighs quake and flex, as if aching to crush something. I can hear my own voice, announcing every time I come again. And still on I grow...

"No... More..." I shiver, shaking as the thrumming slows to a halt once again. I find my fingers deep in my pussy, but I can't bear to remove them.

"Babe... you look incredible!" Your voice sounds far off and scarcely registers, as I look down, marvelling at my body, gasping.

I can hear you flicking machine switches, but I can't even see you anymore. I'm leaning against the tiles, much higher than before. I lean forward, craning to peer at you over the biggest breasts I've ever seen... My breasts. I inhale in excitement, and they seem to swell even further, though the machine is off. My heart is still thumping as your hand moves nearer to the dial. I wonder- hope you'll press it again. A craving settles over me, stronger than before when you close the control panel and stand. I almost say something, but I'm momentarily distracted at how much smaller you seem now.

You stare at me, open-mouthed. I can't wait for everyone to look at me like that...

"You're huge!" That pleases me, and I smirk.

"I know..." I whisper, as I examine my hands. My fingers are longer, and I see the band of a ring, stretched open. "Soon, that'll snap right off," I muse.

I hear your footsteps approaching... tentative, though, not quite afraid... Yet.

My gaze continues down my arms, sleek and soft, but I feel a strength, and undercurrent of power beneath the surface, ready at any moment to seize whatever I want. I already know exactly what that is, but first...

I look down at my cleavage. In between, I spot you below me, staring up at it too.

"Nice, aren't they?" I growl softly. I part them slightly, testing their considerable weight. Each one is huge, bigger than my head, and huge compared to yours.

You're stood a couple of paces away, but you don't come any closer.

I consider smothering you with them, but instead merely say, "Want to feel for yourself?" as I take a step towards you. The broken shoes flap annoyingly beside my feet, and I am tempted to rip them off, much like the shredded bits of my panties still clinging to my waist.

"I... uhh..." you say, and I peek through my breasts, nodding expectantly at your mesmerised expression.

I stop, looking down, and release my tits, feeling them slap the top of your head and your forehead. You seem stunned and, despite the feelings of confidence and power surging through me... so am I for a moment.

'How tall am I?' I wonder, trying to guess. You're about 6'2'', so I must be... 7? 7 and a half? "No... I don't even have the shoes beneath me anymore... I must be about-"

"-8 feet tall," you finish. I hadn't even realised I was speaking aloud.

"Wow," is all I can say. I didn't expect you to make me grow this much, not yet at least... I figured it'd take way more persuasion than that.

We're both silent for a moment. I look down at my tits. I can feel them brushing your forehead. I place my hands on your shoulders. They don't feel so broad anymore. I jiggle my breasts lightly... Tingly. I want more, though. I bend my knees until I feel my boobs brush your eyelids, obscuring your vision. Your breath is hot and fast against my torso. Your hands move to my hips. The smell of my perfume is heavy, but the air carries a faint metallic tang from the apparatus. I look at it again, the source of my ascension, and I shiver. No doubt you think that's your doing, as one of your hands squeezes a hopelessly thick buttock and the other finds my pussy... Well, well, that does actually feel pretty good... Perhaps a little palate cleanser before we continue...

"You know, knowing how much you want me to grow... It's- it's really turning me on."

You freeze and I wonder if I've said too much and if you'll spook again.

"I just... want you to touch me right now," I sigh unevenly, bending the long way down to kiss you, letting my breasts brush against your body as I descend. I need to coax you closer, tighten the snare even more...

I linger, letting your smaller lips work over mine, my fingers tracing light circles over the shirt covering your back, feeling your small hands brushing my arms. I shiver, and continue behnding until I'm kneeling. I'm so tall now that, as I do, my forehead is level with your chin.

I look up into your eyes.

"You made me grow so much that last time..." I say, conveying innocent wonder.

"Yeah... I may have got a little carried away..." you murmur, wrapping your arms tight around me. There's so much more of me in your arms. Your tone is nervous and your pulse quick as you say "I... umm... It's okay, right? I didn't give you too much right?"

"Too much doesn't exist..." I reply softly, tilting my head to look up at you. I feel your heart beating even faster, and your erection presses harder against my expansive cleavage. My nipples strain, in need of a good sucking...

"You're loving this, huh?" I ask, carefully unbuttoning your shirt and kissing your chest. I'm not used to bigger fingers, and I just want to tear it off your body and have my way with you now, and I'm sure you'd like it... But it might make it take longer to persuade you to grow me bigger.

"I really am," you confess, your cheeks tinged red.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." My voice carries certainty, as does my tongue, as I pull your shirt off. My hands explore your back muscles, and I breathe in your scent. Your hands are in my hair, slowly rubbing my scalp. You feel so good at this size... But you're going to feel even better when I'm bigger.

"I've never come so much as just now when I grew..." I whisper, looking up and into your eyes. "You did that."

"Maybe I can give that machine a run for its money..." You still sound nervous, but there's an eagerness.

"Let's find out... You have a go, and then we'll see how the machine holds up against... This..." I say, as I unbutton your trousers, slipping them down and pressing my palm against the hardness in your boxers before you can think about the implications of what I've just said. I elicit a satisfying groan, telling me your focus is successfully occupied.

Your hips buck, and I squeeze your ass with one hand, unable to help myself, grinning, and I press my hand harder against your crotch, making your cock twitch again in your boxers.

"I can't wait to finally be able to fit you fully," I say, and you moan in agreement as I rub, making you tent even further. My finger is in the waistband, tantalisingly close, and your hands grip my hair tight. I playfully kiss your chest again, letting my tongue loll and slide down you. I feel so fucking powerful... But I want more. I want to literally have you in the palm of my hand.

Speaking of palms - I squeeze your ass again, maybe a little too tight, and you wince, but I see you like the pain. I slap your ass, not with my full strength, but maybe a little more than I intended. That grimace is accompanied by a groan, and you pull my hair...

Fuck it. I grab handfuls of the boxers and pull hard. The sound of the cloth shredding makes me so wet.

"There it is... My monster," I say bending down and letting my hot breath run over your cock. I start to work up some saliva, and gently kiss your balls. I can't believe how low I have to bend for this.

"These are full of a special something for me, aren't they?"

"Yeah, you want..." Your confidence trails off as my fingers wrap around them, but what silences you is my mouth, in one swift, fluid motion, taking your entire length.

'This feels so much better at this size,' I think, feeling the heat from your cock, my tongue exploring, as if for the first time, the veiny hard surface of your dick. I move back and forth, coating your cock, then lingering at the head, my tongue lapping your precum. You gasp, but I won't let you move, one hand pulling your tight ass close, the other fondling your balls. Like you fucking want to move anyway...

I feel you swell and I know what's coming. Part of me wants to keep going, but it's nothing compared to the rest of me that wants to keep growing. We won't be risking any post-nut clarity... Not yet at least.

Slowly, deliberately, with a loud sucking sound and a pop, I release your cock. You groan.

"Keep going," and I look up at you, one eyebrow raised. "Please..." you say, your voice cracking. I shake my head silently, and your hands release in my hair. You are desperate and at my mercy.

I let more saliva drip down on to my massive tits. They're too big for me to lubricate them properly like this, but it'll do. Not that you'll complain. As if you ever thought you'd be lucky enough to have an Amazon like me even kiss you... Let alone...

I feel my own arousal growing as I lift my breasts. They're so fucking heavy... the tautness of my arm muscles feels almost as good as they do. But your cock between them... I moan as we both stare at your huge cock completely disappear. Before all this started my little boobs could even close around it. When I'd arrived here, after the first couple of goes with the apparatus, you'd made me just big enough to get my tits to form something for you to fuck. A few minutes ago... Who fucking cares.

Now, my tits are so fucking huge that your cock is drowning in them. I don't need to prompt you to start fucking them. I feel your ass muscles clench against my hand as I push you to fuck harder. I say it anyway - I want your every thought bent to me and making me grow.

"Fuck these tits -" slap slap

"-these titties you've made so round," slap slap slap

"so full," you're groaning with every thrust. I let go of your ass, letting you thrust freely, and you redouble your efforts, trying to match the power that just my hand gave to your hips.

I pinch my nipples, looking at you and drawing ina breath. "-so sensitive," I pant.

Then my eyes move down, drawing your gaze.

"-soo BIG... That you're gonna make even..."

I gasp, moaning. You're so hard, and you're hanging on to my every word.

"-even" I let the word escape, then moan, as if I can't finish my sentence.

There's a tension in you. You need to hear it.

"-eeeven..." I say, rubbing your hard cock faster. My tits are so big that your cock doesn't even touch my torso.

"Bigger!" you grunt, and I feel you about to come, but I'm so turned on that I drop your cock and I immediately lie down, spreading my legs. 'Fuck it, I'll risk it.' This was supposed to drive you nuts with desire, but you coming at the thought of me growing is hotter than I could have imagined!

"Fuck me!" I moan, mashing my tits together, my pussy dripping.

I feel your hands on me, so small, so eager... Then they're gone. I look up, confused.

You're moving away.

"What are you doing?!" I cry out, frustrated and horny. I begin to sit up, but only get as far as on all fours before I hear that coveted hum.

I don't even have time to gasp before it hits me.

My ass.

My tits.

My pussy.

My entire body.

My tits swell, pooling on the ground, and I feel the weight and curve of my ass and hips increasing. I spread, taking up more space, stretching...

Everything seems silent in the din of my moaning. All I can see is you edging yourself again and again beside the machine, and I see stars as I feel myself grow, and grow, and grow.

Eventually, but all too soon, the pleasure of the pulsing expansion slows. I watch, mesmerised, as my tits continue to spill over my hands as my breath begins to even out.

I compare myself to the nearby railing - 10 feet or so, I recall from the lab plans. My shoulders and calves stick out beyond each end. I shiver again, coming at just the realisation of this. The things I can do with this body... I slip a finger into my pussy, gasping at the wetness and sensitivity - an echo of the ecstasy of growing. I begin to make circles, slow and rhythmic, like the pulsing of the apparatus, and I let my fantasies run wild. "Bigger..." I whisper, as my panting slows enough for me regain the ability to speak.

I don't need to look at you to know what you're doing. I hear your grunting, the slick sound of hand against meat. I listen, all the more turned on knowing you must not be able to take your eyes off me.

And who could fucking blame you?

I'm enormous... Each of my tits alone must be the size of your torso. My ass could cover half your body or more. I look at my reflection in a screen I must have accidentally shattered as I grew. My face is that of a serene demi-god. I flex, watching my body ripple, curves and muscle. I feel so strong, so alluring, so powerful...

As the growth slows to a stop, I turn.

"I don't know how many times I've just come... but I feel hornier than ever."

I look to your cock, glistening with your own cum, but still rock hard. Then my eyes travel upwards to meet yours, and I wink.

"Bet you wanna make me bigger."

Your pumping increases.

"Bet you'd love to see these hourglass curves swell even more, wouldn't you?" I ask huskily.

"Faster," I whisper, licking my lips.

"Just imagine... fucking me as I grow bigger and bigger, coming all over your cock with this giant pussy, putting my massive tits in your face, so heavy you can't even lift them... Till you can't even handle all of me..." I moan. This is definitely to persuade and entice you further, but I'd be lying if I weren't incredibly turned on by the idea of this too.

"Aha..." you grunt, jerking yourself off. I pinch my nipples, nodding in encouragement.

"Do it for me. Come as you pull that lever again and make me grow. Cover my gigantic ass as it grows!" I gasp.

You keep pumping, biting your lip.

"Yesss..." I hiss, almost there myself.

The veins in your cock are standing out. You're almost there.

"It's time, little man. Get ready for me to rock your world." I groan. I can almost feel the sensation, a hair beyond reach.

"Unghhhhh!" you groan, at the edge.

"What are you waiting for? Turn it on, now!" I moan, desperate with anticipation.

Your hand hovers in the air a moment, then moves back down to your side. A troubled expression crosses your face, but then you focus on pumping.

An unexpected anger flares within me for a moment, and I extend a hand, reaching and knocking aside your fingers from your cock. You stumble a little. Whoops...

"Do it now," I say, firmly. Your brow creases, and I lighten my tone. "Then you can finish that!" I wink, licking my fingers intent to begin to returning to touching myself.

"Babe... we can't..." You sound parched.

"I thought you were a real scientist?" I mock, fluttering my eyelashes, trying to keep a cool head, though something inside me boils. I take a deep breath, focusing on enjoying the sensation of my huge chest propping me up, smiling as I think about how much more I will soon be.

You've taken a step back.

No...

No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire. I trail a long finger along your quivering thigh, flicking your erect cock lightly. You wince. You look painfully horny. Good.

"I-I am a real-- I just... Look isn't this enough?!" You say, gesturing wildly at me.

I remain expressionless, letting your eyes roam over me, my huge bubble butt, pooling tits, thick hips and thighs, and the rest... all of which I'm struggling not to touch - I repress a smirk, imagining how much worse it must be for you. It must be almost as hard as your cock, this attempt of yours to be rational - you're obviously failing, or you'd know you lost this battle the moment you picked up your phone this morning...

I let you keep staring, looking for words, before you realise I haven't replied. I let my eyes bore into you, giving you the answer you already knew.

If I stood, I think I'd be about twice your height. Still, it wouldn't do to resort to unpleasantries - not when this fun game can continue. "You wouldn't leave a wanton woman waiting, would you?"

I gently rub my thighs, and I'm surprised as a scent wafts from me, potent, raw, and sexual. The pulse at your neck quickens.

"I mean, you grew me so much just now without me even asking... Why is that? Did you want more of me? Don't you still?"

I lift my leg, showing the ruins of a heel hanging from foot... tiny. I feel so strong, so powerful... I want you to worship this body.

"You know, no one's stopping you going further, getting what you want - what we both want - what we deserve." I croon, as you gulp. I reach out, carefully stroking you.

"Or perhaps you'd like to savour this? Work yourself up towards growing me even bigger?"

I stroke faster, gently bumping him towards me with my other hand.

" Hmm... You know, if that's it, perhaps an interlude might be fun."

"Babe, I want you so bad..."

"I know, believe me, I can feel juuust how badly you want all of this..." I say, gripping your cock, "and more," I add in a whisper, and I feel your cock pulse. There's only so long till you activate that machine again - we both know it.

I leave one hand rubbing your shaft, but move the other towards myself. With painful slowness, I start pulling the ripped tatters of my thong from between my asscheeks, loosing a long, light moan as I do so.

"Fuck... I can't believe this is real - that this is actually happening," you gasp, as I slowly spread my legs and begin to raise myself.

"As if you could ever dream anything this spectacular," I chuckle, smacking my ass. I sigh, and pull you in for a kiss. Your lips move against mine, and your hand caresses my face. Your touch feels more delicate now, more reverential. I like that... You trace your fingers over me, and I shiver. The sensation makes me realise how much I've changed. My features feel different, more exquisite and beautiful, as if even more refined. "Mmm..." I purr. "Very nice... But your mistress is impatient... and wants to be fucked." l shove you backward towards my ass. The number of steps you have to take to get there sends chills down my spine. I am so fucking big. I continue to lift myself on to my knees as you walk. "Get your ass back there, boy. There's a whole lotta woman who needs a whole lotta fucking now."

I stop lifting myself as I feel your cock against my vulva. It feels more intense than I could have expected, and I smell my juices before I even feel the wetness. I look back as your hot hardness moves into me, making me cry out. I'm so big... I can't believe how good your cock feels though.

"So-- sensitive--" I manage to choke out between gritted teeth as you start to thrust.

Your hands feel so good on my hips, your arms spread and resting on the shelf of ass in front of you. I push back against you, almost bowling you over in my fervor before I exhale deeply, trying to keep calm and let you do the work.

"Ahh... Yes! Juust like that!" I find myself saying. "You feel so big and hard in me," I moan, as you keep thrusting. Every grunt, every thrust, your smell mixing within mine, the roughness of your hands gripping piles of me and my curves... It's all so much. "H-how can it feel soo... Uhhhhhh! GOOD!" I cry, biting my lip and closing my eyes, unable to focus on anything else.

"Mmm... your pussy feels so amazing. I love pushing up against your ass!" you say, smacking my booty.

"You like all this?" I ask, desperate to for the words of worship.

"Yes! I love your huge, gigantic ass, swollen and round against me, too much to handle!"

"You will fucking handle it if I say so!" I growl, pushing back against you, almost bowling you over. Your cock only seems more eager as I push harder against you.

"Yes!" you answer quickly, compliant and horny.

"I want you to fuck and worship every-- Ahh-- inch of me!" I say, my voice a shaky rasp, as I pinch my nipples.

"I will! Yes!" you pant.

"And it'll be difficult, because there'll soon be even more of me to praise, isn't that right?" I retort, reaching to help you thrust harder into me.

You don't reply, and I feel an anger rising.

"Isn't that right!!" I repeat, pushing you as deep as you can fit into me. It's too much - the sensation overwhelms me, and I scream in pleasure, coming and letting go of you. I shiver, my pussy on fire. You haven't stopped thrusting, but I come even harder as I hear your voice.

"Yes..." you groan, and I feel you on the edge of coming. Your cock is so full, so hot and hard inside me. Delicious...

I have to force myself to pull away, away from that cock, that cum I want soo badly inside me.

I pant, moving further away from you as I feel you trying to put your cock back in me.

"Babe--"

That petname is starting to irk me. You should be addressing your better by a more appropriate title. I shouldn't let that slide--

"I really want to. This is like my fantasy come to life, but--" you start.

With a simple move, I pull you forwards, and you trip, face first, into my pussy.

"If you want to be forgiven for that, you'll put your tongue to better use for me. Now, worship me. Seek redemption, and perhaps I'll let you come."

You don't even protest, but begin to eat me out doggedly and thoroughly.

I let you keep going, and you know better than to let up for longer than a breath of air. As you pleasure me, I squeeze my thighs, just a little... it wouldn't be a good idea to crush you now... I need you for that machine.

Finally, I relent.

"You have my permission."

You don't stop immediately, your face buried in my cunt. This has never felt so good, but I don't mind as you stop. However, as your cock touches my pussy, I turn fully around towards you, raising myself to a sitting position. Even like this, I'm much taller than you. The feelings coursing through me - pleasure at the literal manifestation of a god complex... it's distracting.

"Who said you could fuck me?"

I raise a stern eyebrow.

"But, you said..."

"I said you had permission."

"Yeah... so why aren't you letting--"

"You thought to fuck?" I grin cruelly.

"Well, yes..." you say, confused.

My other eyebrow raises.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Better. No, that wasn't permission to fuck, though you've done an excellent job." I can't hold on any longer to the pretentions of meekness. I'm losing it by the moment, with every inch of growth.

"So, Mistress, what do I have permission to do, please?" you say meekly.

"I think we both know..." I say, looking at the machine. behind me.

A word escapes your lips.

"No?" I ask, as if I can neither believe nor understand the statement.

"Look... this is fun, but... It's getting... dangerous!" Your voice is panicked, and you look around, as if someone else will back you up - be the voice of reason. There is no one but me. I am your world now.

"I know what's best," I reply. My voice is level, but unbending. This is a statement, not a correction - reminding you of an established axiom. There's reassurance there too, an undertone telling you to give up, because nothing is in your hands any longer, and soon, the same will be true of the whole world.

You try to start speaking.

I put a finger to your lips, and bring you towards me, in an embrace.

I smother you in my breasts. They're literally inescapably massive now, and almost your entire body seems to fit between them. Just then, I feel a quiet pulse, and I'm unable to suppress a moan at the sensation... or the sight. My tits just grew bigger. All by themselves.

"The time is long past that you could say no," I say. My voice is calm, but we can both feel me getting wet again. I kiss the top of your head, and feel another pulse. A low moan escapes me, and I shift, feeling myself expand again. It's not as powerful as the apparatus' effects, but it's stronger than the last burst I felt a few moments ago.

I regain most of my composure.

"I don't even mean because I could physically make you do it now - and we both know you'd have no chance," I say, feeling a creeping flame lending further and further strength to my muscles, and pouring fire to my loins.

You shiver, but your cock flexes. My nipples harden as they expand a fraction more.

"No. The moment you found out that I wanted to grow even an inch, and you knew you could give it to me, that was it for you, wasn't it?" I whisper, stroking your cheek and hair, my breath shallow as I feel my heart thumping just like the humming of the apparatus. My ass knocks over a cart covered in electronics as it swells. My curves seem to still be growing a little faster than the rest of me.

You say nothing.

"And that's why you're so special. You saw a glimpse of what I could be, how much more..." I falter, as I see my legs begin to lengthen. I try to hold back a scream of pleasure... It feels so good. I continue.

"You're just --holding back because the idea of your ultimate dream has begun to manifest... and that scares you." I wonder if you've realised yet... That I'm growing even without the apparatus now.

"It-it does," you admit; a small voice of a small man, but with big purpose.

"Good," I growl lightly, pressing my breasts together. I feel the air exit your lungs, and I hold for a moment before relenting, then let you take another breath.

You look up at me, your expression wild with fear and confusion.

I do it again, feeling you seem to shrink as I grow, and my tits grow even faster. Inch my inch, my boobs swell till they can cover your whole body.

I look down, then raise you higher towards me, reaching to bring you to my lips. I kiss you as you pant, then turn you and let my hot breath wash over your ear as you shake like a leaf.

"Fear is something you'll need to become accustomed to, my little subject. All of you will."

"What do you mean?" You ask, your dread only thinly masking fascination and... longing. It must be obvious now that I'm growing, as I lean back, holding you with ease in one hand, my breasts gradually closing the distance between us.

I look into your eyes, watching my face slowly shift, my features ever more refined.

"We both know the answer to that. You're going to use that apparatus, one last time. And you won't switch it off. In fact, you're going to disable to override switch."

With one quick motion, I raise your body to my lips, and lick the cum off your cock.

I linger, gently sucking your cock, my huge tongue gently working your shaft until I feel another rush of cum.

"Mmm... you taste so good." I murmur, setting you down.

"You can hardly stand, can you? But hurry now... make me a Goddess."

You begin to turn the dials on the machine. I can hardly focus on looking at you, hardly notice you at all as you work.

I'm growing faster now, and my expanding body has started to knock a few things over. It feels at least as strong as the first few beams from the apparatus. I can't even imagine what it'll be like once it starts... once my apotheosis commences.

The beginnings of a familiar hum. My focus snaps to attention as I see the apparatus begin to glow. Gently, I pick it up, and place it deep within my cleavage.

You stand there, and we both listen to the hum. Any moment now...

"Babe?" you ask.

I ignore the infraction, and I begin to lower myself until I am as close to eye level with you, practically lying to the floor.

"Yes?"

"Remember me," you whisper.

My lips hover, inches from yours, and you lean in to kiss me, before a sudden rumble echoes through the room, and I feel my growth slowly accelerate. The burning lust within my heightens.

One last time, I look down at you.

"I've already forgotten your name," I respond - not an unkind sneer, but a simple statement of fact. I have no time, nor inclination to see your expression nor hear anything you might say, as the apparatus comes to life, nestled within my chest.

The word burns into me, making me...

"More...

so...

much...

MORE!"

'Finally...' I think to myself. I vaguely recall someone had once imagined I'd ever be content to stop growing, and I laugh at the notion.

Then, the thought fades, as I continue to ascend, the pleasure overtaking me, and the world, and beyond.

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Interruption

A/N: You get a graphic so you know what I’m referencing. It’s just some fluff about putting makeup on Eddie 💋. Also, listen to this while reading. It’s what prompted it.

“You’re only allowed to stay in here if you stop pinching my ass, Ed.”

“You keep leaning over the counter, what do you want me to do?” He’s sitting on the toilet lid watching you do your makeup, choosing the most opportune time of eyeliner placement, to pinch your butt through your soft shorts.

“You could have done it when I was putting on my foundation, not when I have wood near my eye.”

“I can put some wood near your eye.”

“Jesus christ…”

He leans his chin onto his folded up hands on the countertop to look up at you. “You love me.”

“Yeah, but right now I’m about to donkey kick you.” Dragging the liner across your eyelid you can see him moving slowly toward you. “I’m serious. Pinch me and you’re gonna end up with a face full of makeup.”

His hand shoots out and he pinches you a few times in succession. You stare at him while he does it, tongue poking out of his mouth.

“So, do you want me to do your make up?”

He won’t look up at you instead keeping his fingers wound up in the fabric of your shorts.

“Maybe.” Suddenly bashful. Awfully quiet. That bouncing energy snuffed out in favor of nuzzling his cheek into his own hand still laying on the counter. “Nothin’ crazy. I just can’t ever get the eyeliner worked out.” His fingers move to the curled hem of your shorts to tug lightly and you feel your fondness for him grow another root.

“Baby, I can do it for you if you want.”

“I don’t want to interrupt.”

“I mean…you kind of already did that.” You smile down at him. He gives you a half nod of agreement and drops the hand tooling with your shorts. “So what are you looking for?”

“Something simple I think?”

“We leaning more Simmons or more Snider?”

“Jesus, neither. Too much.”

You consider him for a moment, tapping your pencil against your chin. You picture his big brown eyes in dark winged liner, grey smudged up under his eyebrows. A brush of blush up his cheeks. You could define those and the sides of his nose and really give him that chiseled look. You’re already subconsciously digging through your cosmetics bag for your Fire and Ice tube; you picture that blue toned red on his soft lips and you’ve made up his mind for him. There’s a merging of the cover from an old Hit Parader magazine you have hidden from Eddie and, well, Eddie.

“How do you feel about going the Tommy Lee direction?” You ask finally and Eddie gives you a grimace. He curls his lip at you and groans. “Unfortunately, yeah. I think so.”

“Perfect.”

He sits still while you work. Lets you do foundation and bronzer and blush and only asks questions in between your movements.

“Is this how much you use?”

“Let me smell that.”

“These brushes are soft.”

“That tickles, how do you do this every day?”

“Sit. Still.” You warn him, standing over him with his knees between yours. “I don’t want to poke your eye out.” You sharpen your eyeliner to a point and then grab his face to tilt it. “Close your eye.”

He keeps looking at you for a second while you stand close before he obliges and you use your thumb to pull his eyelid taut.

“You want a wing or you want it smoked?”

“Whatever you’d like.” He says in a hushed tone before pressing a dry kiss to your wrist. You watch him stay as still as he can under you, his half smile warm and relaxed. You take your time with drawing on the wing, making sure to not catch his long lashes. His eyelids twitch under the unfamiliar pressure but you go gently. You’ve got his head titled up so you can see better in the bathroom lighting and his breath breezes over your neck. He brings his hands up behind your thighs slowly so you don’t jump, just to rest them there while you lean over his face. You get the liner done and he stays leaned back but peeks out at you from low lids.

“Ah, not yet.” You drop the liner and dig around for your little quad set of grey shadows. “I got this and lipstick left.” You hold the little plastic case up with the tube of lipstick.

“Lipstick too?”

“You said you wanted makeup, I’m giving you makeup.” You rub your thumb into the shimmery grey and smudge it under the front of his eyebrow in the divot there. He pinches his eyebrows close when you do that, huffing through his nose.

“Oh you’re fine.” You drop the shadow and move to open your lipstick but he opens his eyes and looks up at you with shining eyes. His hands grip a little tighter on your thighs and you take a deep breath.

“You have such pretty eyes.” You push his hair back, dragging your thumb over his forehead.

“Thank you.”

“Seriously. Got them big ‘ol cow eyes.” A kiss on the tip of his nose. “Big brown cosmos.” Another kiss between his brows. “What secrets are you hiding in there? Hm?” Two light kisses on the crinkled outer corners of his eyes so you don’t disturb his makeup. Eddie laughs, his cheeks pinker than the blush you’d brushed on.

“Stop.”

“What?” You run your hands into his hair to hold him back. “Telling the truth? Do you want me to lie Eddie?”

“No but…”

“Is it because I used pretty?”

Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn’t make contact with you again, instead choosing to stare at the plain white shower curtain. “No, pretty is fine.”

“You are though.” You give his head a little wiggle so he looks at you again. “Pretty. Especially your eyes.”

He keeps blushing and laughing quietly, a small pinch in his smile that makes you keep going.

“I’m serious. All you gotta do is flash those cry baby eyes at me and I’ll do whatever you need.”

“Pfft, sure.”

“You wanna try it out, sucker? Ask me anything.”

He searches your face full of glee before he makes his eyes big and round, a little pout on his lips.

“Will you pretty please finish this makeup so I can look?” He says in a rarely used baby voice. You gasp comically loud and pop open the lipstick with your thumb.

“For you baby? Anything.” You make your voice low and husky on the ‘anything’. Pinch his cheeks between your fingers so he’ll purse his lips and he makes like a goldfish and makes kissy noises while you try to smooth on the bright red lipstick.

It’s a feat for sure and you only have to wipe away a few mistakes but you lean back finally and observe your work, his face still pinched between your fingers.

“Can I look now?” He mumbles.

“Let me fix your hair.” You rake it back down his forehead and fluff up the crown of his head to try and get that hair sprayed look. “Okay. Don’t laugh, I’ve never done makeup on a boy before.”

He spins up off the toilet lid to grab the counter and stare closely at himself. You hold your breath, hoping he doesn’t think you’ve made him look like a clown. His eyes zoom around all corners of his face and he pokes and prods at newly painted skin. He moves his head around to different angles and when he looks down his nose you bite your lips between your teeth to hold in an excited whine.

He looks like the cover of that Hit Parader. Eyes half lidded, mouth open on a slight grin.

You’d die if Eddie found your small stash of Motley Crue posters, but he’s giving you a pretty solid copy of Tommy Lee and you have to hold your hands together to stop from groping him.

“Do you like it?” You whisper behind your clasped hands. Eddie raises his eyebrows and looks at you in the mirror over his shoulder.

“Did you make me look like that magazine shoved under your mattress?” The way your face falls makes him laugh and turn around. “Oh baby, it’s okay! They’re pretty I get it!” You try to back up but the door stops you and Eddie gets his arms wrapped around you so he can smush you into his chest.

“Eddie! Why are you digging around my room!” You yell into his shirt and he just laughs at your minor distress.

“I was looking for a vibrator that I’m sure you have and I found your dirty secrets in that shoebox.” He shifts side to side rocking the two of you while you pound weakly on his chest with your trapped fists. “Motley Crue and Poison? What terrible taste in music!”

“It’s not the music it’s the men in lipstick! I was weak! I am weak!” You wail, still pounding.

“I know baby, pretty boys in eyeliner.” He places a fat kiss on your cheek, leaving a big red lip print. “Oh now that’s pretty.” He gives you another one next to that and when you start laughing he starts pecking around your face until you look like a bugs bunny cartoon. “All you need are little hearts coming off your head and I’ve got a whole Tex Avery cartoon to myself.” He laughs and you slap his shoulder.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

“Good.”

He walks you into the door and you run the tip of your thumb along the feathered edge of his lips.

“Do you like it enough to let me make a mess of it?” Your thumb pulls his lip down to create a smear of red down his chin.

Eddie gets a look in his eye. “Are you trying to Kickstart My Heart?” He can barely make it through his terrible pun without laughing and you groan like you’re in physical pain.

“Please get the fuck out of my house.”

“Nope, I’m Dr. Feelgood and I’m here to make you feel alright.”

“That wasn’t even good!”

Eddie shuts you up with a kiss, lipstick sliding over your bare lips and you forget about his teasing. When he turns you back to the counter and helps you sit on the edge he wedges himself between your thighs and gets in your space, breath mingling with yours. His eyes flick down to your lips to survey his smeared damage.

“That color looks good on you.”

“It looks good on you too.”

“I think it’d look good in other places too.” He wiggles his eyebrows and leans in to attack your neck and if he spends the next hour leaving red marks in hard to reach places, that’s between you and him and your hidden posters.

(Sacrifice for the read more)

#Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Fluff #My Work #My Fic #Spotify

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[9.20]

―pairing : Hongjoong x Fem!Reader ―genre : fluff ―word count: 828

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

Wearing makeup was probably one of your favourite thing to do; you felt pretty, you felt confident. Despite the fact that Hongjoong spent a lot of time reminding you how beautiful you were even if you didn’t wear any makeup, there was a small part of you which prevented you to completely believe him. Carefully smearing some foundation of the top of your hand, you gently swayed, moving your shoulder to the slow rhythm of the song playing in the quietness of your bedroom on a Sunday morning, mouthing along the lyrics as you reached for your brush and started applying the foundation. You were so engrossed with your actions that you didn’t notice Hongjoong staring at you from your shared bed; he was laying on his side, the cushion crumpled under his head and both his hands under his chin. 

Hongjoong’s eyes were soft and did nothing to hide the fondness he felt towards you, and as you casually met his eyes through the mirror, you erupted into a wide smile, shaking your head and knitting your brows in a silent question, while the brush had stopped on the tip of your nose. «Can I try?» Hongjoong asked, propping himself on his elbow and fixing his glasses as he met your gaze with wide and hopeful eyes; with a brief nod, you waited, watching him through the mirror as he hurried to get up in order to come and sit next to you. With an amused grin, you watched Hongjoong’s eyes scan all the makeup products you had neatly placed on your beauty table, noticing that the more time passed, the more he seemed clueless on what to do. «What do I do?» he finally asked in a gentle whisper – as if he was afraid of someone else hearing his doubts even if you were alone in your shared apartment, while fixing his glasses with his index finger, and you smiled at him, shifting your position so that you were sitting facing each other with your legs between Hongjoong’s spreaded ones. «Take this,» you gently handed him the brush you were using few moments earlier, «and finish applying the foundation.» Hongjoong nodded, and you were glad he was applying your makeup with slow and careful strokes, so that you could enjoy the sight of his focused expression up close for a little bit longer. Hongjoong had this cute habit of sticking out his tongue when he was focused - it was barely noticeable, the tip of his tongue would slightly pop out from the corner of his lips, but you found it adorable to say the least; he almost looked like a small kitten, and you had to restrain yourself from reaching out to peck his lips. You patiently guided Hongjoong through your entire routine, and he followed diligently and eagerly, wondering why he never asked you before since to him, it was difficult, but also kind of funny. «That’s-no, Hongjoong.» you giggled, and he stopped his motions, wondering where he had gone wrong, «that’s a bronzer, it goes on my cheeks, not on my eyes.» «Oh!» he exclaimed, studying the product now smeared on his fingertips. «Sorry…» he mumbled, and you were about to tell him that it was okay, when he reached out and gently tapped your cheekbones, so that small part of the product he had on his fingertips would remain on your features. Hongjoong looked at you with a proud smile, occasionally fixing his glasses with the top of his hand with a swift motion. Eventually, he managed to put some eyeshadow as well, keeping your makeup as natural as possible, but still eager to be finally able to explore part of the world you seemed to love so much. «What if I stick it in your eye?» Hongjoong asked, his worried eyes repeatedly shifting from the mascara he was holding to your amused face. «I’ll do it if you’re scared,» you tried, but he simply shook his head. With the promise of keeping as still as a statue, Hongjoong’s feather touches slowly painted your lashes as well, breathing a sigh of relief as soon as he finished. «I was almost sweating in panic,» he admitted, and you burst out laughing; you knew it was not easy to apply makeup on someone else and on top of that, Hongjoong was doing it for the first time - making you feel jealous about how good he was at everything. «Why the lipstick?» you questioned him, seeing his hands toying with the red tube of product, «I’m only going out to buy some groceries.» «No, you’re not,» Hongjoong said, waiting for you to part your lips so that he could start applying lipstick as well. «We can go buy some groceries later.» Hongjoong’s touch was gentle and soft, and made you wish for that moment to last longer. «Right now, we have much better things to do, love. I’m going to kiss your lipstick off.»

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[crestfallercanyon]

Minho gets curious about makeup.

He won’t admit it — he’s already the hottest guy out there, makeup would just push him over the edge, it’d cause people’s hearts to stop whenever they looked at him if he got any more attractive — but Newt picks up the fourth time Minho makes that joke that Minho is saying something else entirely.

While Newt actually hasn’t been that interested in make up — his sister Lizzie put him through enough face paint growing up, thank you — he also doesn’t care. And doesn’t want Minho to think anyone should care. Because Minho is hot and if Minho wants to wear makeup? Well then Minho’s just gonna be the hottest and coolest guy around, don’t sweat it.

So, Newt researches and picks a non-busy day, and he drives Minho to a makeup store in another town. Minho’s confused “what the hell are we doing here?”

He shrugs and says “I wanna look into it,” and goes inside.

Minho follows after and Newt just starts picking up things he recognizes. Eyeliner, blush, concealer. Mascara kind of intimidates him, but he grabs something called highlighter? If nothing else, it’ll be great for when pride rolls around.

And he can see Minho start to get more relaxed about it too, picking up things. Minho is willing to try the mascara, which thinking about it, Minho would look fucking awesome with mascara. And Newt tells him so.

Minho would deny it, but the truth is he wants to try, so he just wordlessly nods.

Newt doesn’t call Minho on his lie that he’s getting makeup for his girlfriend when an attendant approaches them. Newt, however, says it’s for himself, because he wants to show Minho that nobody gives a shit who matters. The lady gets delighted — a little too intrigued suddenly, in his opinion — but she doesn’t act as if Newt is some fucking unicorn. She just helps point out that certain things would be better for his skin tone.

Newt asks how she knows and then starts switching things out for Minho.

Then they check out. Newt realizes it’s a fuck ton of money and wonders how Teresa and Lizzie can do the full face makeups without breaking the fucking bank and he remarks on that, too, and Minho laughs a little too manically.

“They do look pretty when they do it though,” Minho admits, and Newt thinks ah, now we’re getting somewhere.

Going home they get coffee from their favorite shop and food to-go, just make it a cozy outing that wasn’t all about one thing.

Once in the house, Newt lines it up all on his dining room table like he used to watch his mother do. Something about real sunlight being the best? And he grabs a mirror and his laptop and starts looking up videos. He hails Minho, who has been preoccupied by food — and Newt thinks avoiding the subject now that they’re back — and tells him he wants to try some things.

They do. It takes some time, and Newt has to wipe his face several times with the cleaner because the bronzer is way darker than he expected, but he notices that Minho’s pretty good at this. He’s got a pretty straight line for eyeliner, his cheekbones look pretty and sharp with the highlighter, his eyes aren’t as tired. When Newt asks him if he’s done it before all he says is that he’s seen the videos. And Newt can’t help but think that he’s been secretly trying to gear up to this for a long time.

When they’re done, which is after about an hour all said and done, Newt picks it all up and puts it carefully away in a black bag. Something traditionally “manly” that he can hand over to Minho and that will either be innocuous to anyone else who looks at it if he ever wants to bring it anywhere, or hides everything sufficiently if Minho never wants to talk about it again.

Looking in the mirror, Newt’s own makeup is not terrible but not great. He followed his sister and can’t help but think he looks a little pixie-dream-girl, and he’s got far too much shimmery shit on his fingers, but it’s not bad.

Then, Newt leans back and looks at Minho.

“I like it,” he says simply, and he does. Minho may be right, he may be too hot for the corporeal world. His eyelashes are long and as black as his hair, and his skin looks warmed from the sun with the blush, and the angles of his face are more pronounced. It’s not a perfect rendering, but with practice, Minho could probably model.

“Y’think?”

He says this a little breathlessly, Newt notices how shifty he’s gotten, his fingers trembling.

Newt nods. “Yeah, you did a nice job.” He reached up, acts as if he’s just admiring the handiwork, but the truth is touch has always been grounding for Minho. A caress to the cheek, Newt’s thumb grazing underneath the sharp line of subtle bronzer, and Minho exhales shaky. “Could probably be on a magazine somewhere.”

“It’s stupid, isn’t it?”

Newt frowns. Shakes his head. “I don’t think so.” Newt scratches the line along Minho’s temple. “Do you think it’s stupid?”

Minho’s quiet for a long time. Newt waits patiently for him to parse through his answer, and he can see Minho’s war play out on his face. The instinctual response of calling it all a big dumb joke, the sensitivity of knowing that’d be too harsh, the fear of feeling stupid in the end regardless of all of it. But Minho has always been brave enough to not fall for the easy lie when it came to the two of them, so Newt trusts he’ll say what he really feels.

“I don’t know. Not really.”

Newt gets up off his seat and pushes his way onto Minho’s lap and Minho laughs, breaking some of the tension in his chest. Newt smiles.

“I think you look really good,” Newt says. “Adonis and all that. If others weren’t jealous of you before, they will be now.”

Minho blushes. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Newt hums. Tips his head on Minho’s shoulder and begins hovering his fingertips over the pretty shimmering blushes and bronzers Minho’s got on his cheeks.

“You’re gonna have to show me how to do the eyeliner next time. Can’t draw a straight line to save my life.”

Minho laughs, a little tight, like he’s still uneasy at the acknowledgment that he’s wearing makeup, that he may, in the future, want to wear it again.

But Newt knows they’ve made some headway when Minho just says “sure, I can do that.”

#tmr headcanons #the maze runner #tmr #tmr Minho #tmr newt #minewt #Drabble? short fic? unprompted shenanigans? #just some words

[cuddles4danoo]

Klitz x Male Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Humiliation, Kissing infront of crowds, Sitting on laps

You and Klitz walked into a party, holding hands.

Everyone knew at this point that Klitz liked boys. But they weren't expecting you to be holding his hand.

Every girl at the school has been crushing on you ever since you came here. But your eyes where only looking at one person.

A brown haired, small nosed, glasses boy. He was cute, and awkward. Just what you needed in your life.

One time you dropped your books, and Klitz came to help you. When he accidentally grazed your hand with his, his heart pounded. He got up quickly and skittered away as fast as his legs could go.

" Hey everyone, you ready to partyyy?! " Said the party host, holding a drink.

" Yeah!!! " Yelled the crowd of almost 100 people

" Then let's party! " He said getting down from his platform, jumping in the pool.

When you walked outside, fingers interlocked with Klitz's, you could've swore everything stopped. Even the music.

Everyone was whispering around you as you and Klitz sat down.

A girl came up to you, she looked like one of those makeup testing things at beauty salons. Her face had too much makeup.

" Ah- Um- Y/N? " She'd giggle looking back at her friends then back at you.

" I have something to tell- you. " She said, turning a little red.

" What is it? " You say, giving her a half smile.

" I like you! Please be my boyfriend- " She says, covering her face.

Klitz growled a bit, almost just a low grunt.

" Ugh, what is your problem? " She mumbled.

" So what do you say? " She said, her eyes lighting up. Her feet digging into the dead grass.

Klitz was visibly shaking. Not out of being cold, but out of anger.

How could someone ask out his boyfriend when he was right there?

" Well, I'm sorry. " You say, trying to be polite.

" For what? " The girl says, giving you a smile.

" I'm dating someone. " You say, taking a sip of your drink.

" Oh.. Who? " The girl looked sad.

You looked at Klitz for a second.

" Well! I'm prettier than him- " The girl protested.

" Oh, yeah? " You say, Klitz was absolutely pissed. His skinny form was violently shaking at this point.

" Yeah! " She says, yelling it.

" You'll never be as handsome as Klitz. You wish you were. Is daddy's money not enough to afford proper makeup? Looks like you got a clump of dog shit and used it as bronzer. " You say, taking a sip of your drink.

" I'm still better looking. He has a bowl cut! " The girl yells.

" Get away from my boyfriend you creep. He's not interested. Leave him alone. " Klitz barked out.

" You little bitch! " She yells, her face was turning red.

Klitz grabbed your arm, setting you on his lap.

" He's my boyfriend. Go away. " Klitz said, gritting his teeth.

The girl ran away crying.

" So not cool. " Eli said, " She was pretty. "

" And I'm gay. I don't want anyone taking Y/N away again. " Klitz said angrily.

You got up, standing in the middle of the crowd, then kissed Klitz.

Lots of awws, ooooos, and ews came towards you two.

You sat back down next to Klitz.

" I only love you, you know that right? " You say smiling at him.

" I know. I love you too. " He says smiling at you, his glasses fogging up.

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peanut butter baby

#klitz the girl next door

[lilolilyr]

Hi, I'm your gifter for the Bering and Wells Gift Exchange! I'm up for writing basically anything that's not sex/smut, and I'd really appreciate if you could give me a prompt or any ideas you'd like to see written!

Hi! Sorry that I'm only replying now, I meant to but kept forgetting...

Some prompt ideas:

Through time travel/also being bronzed/alternative universes combining, whatever you want to pick (if you want to write an explanation at all) - Christina is suddenly there with them in the 21st century! and they're showing her this new world, Helena learning about things she hadn't noticed so far as well... maybe Christina ships her and Myka, and that's how they get together?

Crossover with The Old Guard if you happen to know that fandom, the Warehouse gang meets the immortals (I ship Andy/Quỳnh or Andy/Quỳnh/Nile if you want to include that)

Crossover with Gunpowder Milkshake, maybe Florence uses an artefact to bring Madeleine back to life/safe her life, and Myka wants to have them arrested for it but Helena understands the situation and says what's done is done, just let them be

Helena has chronic pain, either she has had it her entire life or since the bronzer, either way she's used to it and doesn't even notice anything is wrong - she's not sick, she's not getting worse, for her it's just how it's always been, bodies just randomly ache sometimes, don't they? It takes Myka noticing her wincing or repeatedly flexing her fingers while she's tinkering with some experiment that she wants to finish despite having a bad pain day for them to realise that No Helena, it certainly isn't normal to be in pain for no reason, give yourself a break and allow yourself to rest when you need it, other people aren't constantly suffering so when you are you can allow yourself to lie down for a bit and at least not make it worse ok... (pls don't let the chronic pain magically disappear if you take that prompt, tho on the other hand also no bad illness that will kill Helena or such things, just the chronic pain)

Modern no powers AU: after the death of her daughter, Helena had thrown herself into her work until she didn't have a minute to breathe anymore, her mental health only worsening and worsening. She finally quits her job, takes all her belongings with her and moves overseas, trying to find peace away from it all. One of her neighbours is Myka, a lonely woman who loss her partner a few years ago and barely ventures out of her garden and library. After a while, the two women notice that they have more in common than just their grief.

Crossover with Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, in particular I'd love to see how Dr Mac and Helena get on xD how they end up in the same time - artefact or complete AU - is up to you! I ship Mac/Phryne(/Jack)

A Myka's Ex Girlfriend Cinematic Universe canon-divergence with Amanda as the ex (ok I think the link doesn't work on mobile but go back to only seeing the part of the ask above the readmore then click the tag below this post to see the posts on my blog also using that tag), basically she's Myka's ex instead of Pete's... Also possible ot3 potential with her and Helena .

Any emotional hurt/comfort with a focus on the comfort is always welcome

Combination of any of those ideas

Some squicks I'd like to avoid: MCD and in general on-screen character death; hurt no comfort; noncon even off-screen; character bashing unless you ask me first whether it's okay in that character's case

I hope you'll find this reply, if you send me another ask in the future I'll tag them #b&wexchange22 so you can search my blog for that!

Thanks for the ask :)

#Warehouse 13 #Bering and wells #bering and wells gift exchange #warehouse 13 gift exchange #b&wexchange22 #gift exchange #lilo writes behind the scenes #ask the blogger #answered #mine #tag later #did i copy most of the prompts from last year's ask? hell yes it's the middle of the night so i have 0 braincells left to think of things #also i don't think last year's gifter actually fulfilled any of them #so there's that #x #myka's ex girlfriends cinematic universe #my w13

[italianexotiicbeauty]

🧴 - from roman reigns.

Send 🧴 (sunscreen emoji) for your muse (sender) to ask my muse (receiver) if they can help my muse with the sunscreen on their back. // @karmalives

Of all the people he could have asked, he chose to ask her — someone that had been a little more vocal about not being seen in public with him. 

That wasn't his fault though — Mary was entirely aware about how fans reacted when someone they liked ( or hated ) was dating someone. Or hell, even married — she had witnessed it happen or heard horror stories through other reliable resources. This might be why she's secretly grateful to work freelance, so she could pick and choose her clientele without worrying about any backlash. Yet, somehow she's found herself in the position of working with the company's top superstars and that included Roman. Who, either requested her by name or his advocate – Paul Heyman — had done it for him. Solo tended to be a man of very little words, and she was relatively sure that Jimmy wasn't the culprit either.

A deep breath was slowly exhaled, “ … I'm going to need a chair or a sturdy table to reach your upper body, y'know…” She's a whole foot shorter than he is and the last thing she wants to do is try to stand on one of those metal folding chairs or some cheap table. “ — I'll be right back.” Before he could try and get a word in, she's just walking off to where there's some more sturdy chairs and picks it up. Carrying it over towards him, making sure it's on even ground when she sets down behind him. Climbing up on the chair, another deep breath was exhaled and she tapped one of his shoulders twice – indicating with a simple hand gesture to hand over the bottle of sunscreen. “Thank you,” She murmured a bit while popping the cap off of the spray-on bottle and made sure to point the nozzle towards his back — post shake up. “Just like using mega-hold hairspray, god that's a nightmare when you're taking photographs of a whole bridal party getting ready in one suite on the day.” She cringed a bit as her hands moved with ease over his back, making sure to gently rub in the sunscreen as evenly as she could. A few moments later, she hopped down from the seat of the chair and put the cap back on the spray-on bottle of sunscreen.

“Always good to pick one that has shea and cocoa butter in it, as well as a bit of bronzer — certainly gives a more natural sun-kissed glow…” Heat crept up her face a little, she could feel it in her face and just looked back down at her hands. “... Better go wash my hands, before touchin’ the camera.” Fingers flexed their full length a few times as she almost mindlessly wandered for the nearest ladies’ room to wash her hands.

— And try to not think about her hands touching him all over, again.

#;; answered #karmalives #don't let the bright flashes blind you ( freelance photographer. ) #Kissing on your thighs in the moonlight ( roman & the photographer. ) #[ oop ~ finally replied xD ]

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 542, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1146

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

I will be traveling to Utah for a family funeral sometimes within the next two months. While I’m away, I will not be updating Tattooed Wings.

I smiled as Peter and I walked around the faire grounds, just the two of us, having left the babies in the care of their beloved Auntie Jackie, Auntie Sammy and cousin Baby Noah.

Today, I wore a light blue lace-up kirtle and a deep hunter green sideless surcoat over a dark cream chemise, my unruly curls were barely contained in tight twin braids that hugged either sides of my face and a light face of makeup- just the basics, liquid foundation, blush, mascara, bronzer and lips. I wore my trusty leather boots and carried my wicker basket on one arm, my other arm wrapped snuggly around my handsome older soulmate’s waist as he guided me through the rows of vender’s booths.

Peter had suggested to me that we have a mommy and daddy date day, and so after checking in with Elizabeth and Katie and pressing loving kisses to the babies’ faces, the both of us headed off on our way.

“Hey sweetheart?” he asked me as I was browsing through a stall’s bolts of fabric that they had out on display. “Do you think Bitty would want a case for her Celtic harp?”

“I think you should ask her and Katie before you buy them anything,” I hummed before accepting a business card from the stall owner, tucking it away into my belt pouch.

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “Hey sweetheart, is there a preference to what fabric type you use when you sew?”

I brightened up right before I began to chatter his ear off on the different types of cotton there were out there and the various different ways to sew with the fabrics.

Peter stayed quiet, soaking in my words with a gentle smile on his face as the both of us went all around the faire. I was well aware of people taking pictures of us from time to time, and I could only smile, knowing perfectly well that I pretty much gave up my right to privacy when I married my rock star husband.

“Peter Steele!”

Peter tugged me off to the side, turning to smile at two girls- one with shocking electric green hair and an ear full of piercings and the second wearing a low cut corset top that basically let her breasts spill out. I watched as he chatted with the Type O Negative fans, the three of them posing for pictures that I had offered to take and having him autograph their bosoms.

“Do you mind, sweetheart?” he asked me respectfully before scrawling his autograph onto her tit. I smiled, knowing that my soulmate’s dick was MY dick.

“Girl, you are so lucky!” the girl with green hair told me right before we went out own separate ways. “Is he really eleven inches?”

I leaned in closer, as though I was going to tell her a secret.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t kiss and tell!” I smirked right before Peter whisked me off, proclaiming his hunger as we both made our way into the food court area.

“My love, can we go to Fairy Creek Meadow tonight once the kids are sound asleep?” I wondered as we both planted ourselves underneath a tree with our lunch. “I really need my teddy cock.”

“Sweetheart, are you sure?” he asked me quietly, taking a bite of his turkey leg. “It’s been almost seven weeks since your C-section.”

“Are you denying me my teddy cock?”

The tone of my voice made him visibly gulp before I pressed myself into his side needily.

“Please daddy?” I meeped timidly, stretching my neck upwards and kissing the underside of his manly jaw. “Please?”

“I’m not comfortable with us leaving the babies alone in such an exposed setting,” he confessed, setting a hand down onto my shoulder before pushing me back down again. “Down girl.”

“Well then, can I have my teddy cock when we get back home again?” I demanded impatiently. “Please?”

“Can it wait until tomorrow?” he compromised with a chortle, bless my temple with a whiskery kiss. “You’ll be tired, and I rather not rob you of any sacred sleep- you’ll be exhausted.”

I opened my mouth before shutting it once again- he did have a very good point. Due to the triplets unexpected birth, and sequential stay in the NICU for nine and a half weeks, the Ratajczyk family had missed out on the first seven of the eight weeks of the 2026 season at the New York Renaissance Faire.

“You win,” I grouched as my husband finished his third turkey leg before getting started on another. “Tomorrow then?”

“We’ll see sweetheart!” he frowned as me as I stood to buss our plates to the nearby trashcan. “I love you sweetheart, but sometimes, the sheer amount of sex you’re able to withstand is quite alarming.”

“What can I say? With a dick as big as the one that you were blessed with-” my eyes nipped down to his covered crotch as I licked at my lips. “It would be a fucking crime if the mere idea of your cock didn’t get me up and excited.”

“Well sweetheart, the mere memory of those sinful lips wrapped around your teddy cock gets me off every single fucking time,” he smirked, kissing the shell of my ear as an aroused moan slipped past my lips.

Immediately after he spoke, my disposable panties were sopping wet.

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Week one update for work

It's been a week so far. The days are definitely going quicker. And it's been alot to take on.

As of Monday I have taken up a reliever role within the hospital within administration, surgical and theatre. I spent Monday and Tuesday getting a feel for the place. Understanding how the programs work and fullfilling my mandatory modules. Today I spent the whole day in administration completing patient paper work and organising apointments. Let me just say this... I know we all hate how much paperwork we have to fill out when we go into the hospital, but it's NOTHING compared to the amount of paperwork I have to fill out for each individual wanting to book an appointment. Don't get me started on the program we use! It's probably older than your grandma and is in a desperate need of updating and revamping. The program used to fill out for patients is literally straight out of a fallout game. The program is so ancient and tedious. So much time AND money could be saved if someone just paid someone to upgrade it. Cause GODDAMN MAN. I can't just click a box to fill it in, I gotta go through a whole procedure just to get there. And if I need to go back on a mistake. I CANT. Not untill I've filled the rest of the document out and reached the bottom. Then it will allow me to go back to what I missed. It's just so dumb and it's literally the only thing that's holding me back from learning.

Anywho! I could probably go on forever about it, but I will continue on. My life at the moment has been busy. My younger sibling graduated highschool and my family dog passed away i last week. An emotional week to say the least.

But in good news I have finally learnt how to use make-up. I used to HATE foundation, but with the help of a friend to colour match and watching an ASMR artist so her makeup, I have taught myself how to apply foundation, bronzer, blush and highlights. Now when I work at the hospital I can look the part.

I am currently obsessed with buying new stuff for work. I have this bag I really want to purchase but currently do not have the funds for it. It's called Julie Vintage Vegan Briefcase bag. It looks perfect and would suit my job so much!! At the moment the bag I have is just a cheap shein tote bag and it is terrible at holding all of my things. It was perfect for retail but terrible for the hospital. I also desire to purchase a phone case, pencil case, some notebooks and of course a cool lenyard for my hospital ID. NattyKat currently have some really cool lenyards. Redbubble currently has these really witchy phone covers, notebooks and pencil cases. I don't get paid for at least 2 and a bit weeks from now, so it will have to wait until then...

In other news I am officially a CQU student. I was accepted into central Queensland University as of last week and I couldn't be happier. I still have to enroll and pick my subjects but I should get an email next week helping me with all of that. I will once again be back on track to do a bachelor of psychological science and HOPEFULLY (with my job in the hospital) I will be able to get a position within mental health once my contracts ends next March. That's the goal at least!

Today I went grocery shopping after work and went way over budget. It's frustrating but I needed food for work. I can't just eat what's in the fridge or eat nothing at all with all the brain power I'm using. I will hopefully be getting a massive paycheck when I do get paid, so fingers crossed it's okay I splurged a little.

My 21sr birthday is coming up next weekend and I am planning on going camping and taking my 4wd out for the first time. It's been getting worked on since I bought it but fingers crossed it will be fixed enough by next weekend so I can actually take it out. I currently do not have a car and it's been frustrating to say the least. But soon, everything will hopefully fall into place since I now have an income on-top of my partner. As let me tell yah, living on one income whilst living in your own is just not doable for a long period of time. Trying to buy car parts in between all of that just barely making it to get food on the table. I can't believe we did it as long as we did. But you gotta do what you gotta do I guess.

As of right now it is 9.10pm and I am planning to get up at 5am tomorow morning to get ready for work at 7.00am. I got my period tonight so I will have no choice but to take a quick shower tomorow morning before getting dressed and doing my makeup and hair. My hair ATM is in DESPERATE need of a healing transformation. It's is so dead and untamed that doing it in the morning is a suicide mission for my arms and back. It's super curly and notty and messy. The humidity from the summer rain is not helping at the moment either. I might plan to straighten it on the weekend so I can make my life a little easier next week. A high ponytail with straight hair would do everyone a favour.

Anywho. I definitely need to go to bed now. Wish me luck on actually falling asleep when my mind is racing as fast as it is

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Creating a Stellar Makeup Look with Highlighter Palette: Step-by-Step Tutorial

If you have recently watched a makeup tutorial online and wanted to recreate one, you are not alone if the guide is complicated and you cannot follow it. If you have a lot of makeup products and want to know how you can use them to full potential, read this article since this guide is just for you. 

Learn How to Apply Makeup 

The following articles show the steps you can follow to learn how to apply highlighter makeup: 

Moisturize Your Skin 

Regardless of the skin type, it is necessary to moisturize and hydrate your skin two times a day in the morning and at night. Do not forget to use sunscreen, toner, and cleanser before applying the moisturizer. Take the moisturizer and warm it up between the palms of your hands and gently massage the skin with outward and upward circular motions.  

Pat On the Primer 

Although you don’t always need primer, it will help you keep the makeup on, especially on a warm and busy day. The proper primer allows the makeup to wear the same all over the face. In other words, the makeup will not disappear or set on the surface of the dryer part of the skin and does not separate the oily areas such as the T-zone.  

For dry skin, one should look for a hydrating makeup primer packed with vitamin C, hyaluronic acid, and antioxidants; these helps lock in non-greasy hydration. People with oily skin should use the oil-absorbing or pore-blurring primer before applying the face highlighter. 

Use Foundation 

You can apply the foundation with fingers, brushes, or makeup sponges. It all depends on your comfort level. Experts prefer using fingers only when using small amounts, such as one layer or the BB cream.  

For the full coverage, it is best to distribute the foundation evenly on the synthetic brush. Makeup experts generally apply the foundation on the flat parts of the face and, with less brush, applies on the T-Zone.  

Conceal For More Coverage 

Like foundation, for the highlighter palette, you can apply concealer with a beauty blender, makeup brush, or just your fingers. Still, for concealers, the little will suffice. You only want to apply it to areas you want to hide. It is best to learn about the different types of concealers and why they are used. Concealers with creamy textures are versatile; you can use them under the eyes and other parts of your face. 

Add Color to Your Face 

Now is the type to take out your Forever 52 highlighter and use a bronzer to create a contour that feels like a natural tan. When applied as the contour for sculpting the cheeks and jaw, you only want to add color where the sun generally tans the face. Focus on the forehead, nose’s bridge, and the high points of the cheeks. Contour should be similar to the shadow on the skin, so ensure not to choose a severely deep color for the skin tone. 

Conclusion 

This guide teaches you the prerequisites and steps to follow before applying makeup. The makeup highlighter palette is the best choice to keep at hand, which will help you get a perfect makeup look all the time. 

Forever 52 is the best and leading makeup brand that sells quality products. 

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Beauty Hacks for Time-Pressed Professionals

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Beauty Hacks for Time-Pressed Professionals

Table of Contents

Introduction

10-Minute Makeup Routine for Busy Mornings

Effortless Hairstyles for the Office

Multi-Tasking Skincare Products for On-the-Go

Quick Fixes for Tired Eyes and Dull Skin

DIY Beauty Treatments for Relaxation and Rejuvenation

Conclusion

Introduction

Beauty hacks are essential for time-pressed professionals who want to look their best without spending hours in front of the mirror. These hacks are quick and easy ways to enhance your natural beauty and save time in your daily routine. From skincare to makeup, there are plenty of tips and tricks that can help you achieve a flawless look in no time. In this article, we will explore some of the best beauty hacks for time-pressed professionals.

10-Minute Makeup Routine for Busy Mornings

As a busy professional, it can be challenging to find the time to get ready in the morning. Between getting dressed, making breakfast, and commuting to work, it can be difficult to fit in a full makeup routine. However, with a few beauty hacks, you can create a 10-minute makeup routine that will have you looking polished and put-together in no time.

The first step in creating a 10-minute makeup routine is to simplify your products. Instead of using a full coverage foundation, opt for a tinted moisturizer or BB cream. These products provide light coverage while also hydrating your skin. Apply the product with your fingers or a beauty blender for a natural finish.

Next, focus on your eyes. Use a neutral eyeshadow palette to create a simple, everyday look. Apply a light shade all over your lid and a slightly darker shade in the crease. Use a small brush to smudge a bit of the darker shade along your lower lash line for definition. Finish with a coat of mascara to open up your eyes.

To add some color to your face, use a cream blush or bronzer. These products are easy to apply with your fingers and blend seamlessly into your skin. Apply the product to the apples of your cheeks or along your cheekbones for a natural flush.

Finally, finish off your look with a tinted lip balm or lipstick. Choose a shade that complements your skin tone and apply it with a light hand for a subtle pop of color.

In addition to simplifying your products, there are a few other beauty hacks that can help you save time in the morning. One of the easiest is to prep your skin the night before. Use a gentle exfoliator to remove any dead skin cells and apply a hydrating serum or moisturizer. This will help your makeup go on smoothly and last longer throughout the day.

Another time-saving hack is to use multi-purpose products. For example, a tinted moisturizer with SPF can provide both coverage and sun protection. A cream blush can also double as a lip color in a pinch.

If you’re really pressed for time, consider skipping certain steps in your routine. For example, if you’re short on time, you can skip eyeshadow and just apply mascara. Or, if you’re running late, you can skip blush and just apply a bit of bronzer for a sun-kissed look.

Ultimately, the key to a successful 10-minute makeup routine is to keep it simple and focus on the essentials. By streamlining your products and techniques, you can create a polished look that will have you feeling confident and ready to take on the day. So, the next time you’re short on time, remember these beauty hacks and get ready to look your best in just 10 minutes.

Effortless Hairstyles for the Office

As a busy professional, it can be challenging to find the time to style your hair every morning. However, looking polished and put-together is essential in the workplace. Fortunately, there are several effortless hairstyles that you can try to save time and still look great.

One of the easiest hairstyles for the office is a low ponytail. This classic style is perfect for any hair type and can be achieved in just a few minutes. Simply gather your hair at the nape of your neck and secure it with an elastic band. For a more polished look, wrap a small section of hair around the elastic band and secure it with a bobby pin.

Another quick and easy hairstyle is a messy bun. This style is perfect for those days when you don’t have time to wash your hair. To achieve this look, gather your hair into a high ponytail and twist it into a bun. Secure the bun with bobby pins and pull out a few strands of hair to create a messy, effortless look.

If you have short hair, a sleek bob is a great option for the office. This style is chic and sophisticated and can be achieved with just a few styling products. Apply a small amount of styling cream to your hair and use a flat iron to create a sleek, straight look.

For those with curly hair, a top knot is a great option. This style is perfect for those days when your curls just won’t cooperate. Simply gather your hair into a high ponytail and twist it into a knot. Secure the knot with bobby pins and pull out a few strands of hair to create a messy, effortless look.

If you’re looking for a more polished look, a side braid is a great option. This style is perfect for those with long hair and can be achieved in just a few minutes. Simply gather your hair to one side and braid it all the way down. Secure the braid with an elastic band and pull out a few strands of hair to create a messy, effortless look.

No matter what hairstyle you choose, it’s important to use the right products to keep your hair looking great all day long. A good quality hairspray will help to keep your style in place, while a dry shampoo can help to refresh your hair between washes.

In addition to these effortless hairstyles, there are several other beauty hacks that you can try to save time in the morning. For example, using a tinted moisturizer instead of foundation can help to streamline your makeup routine. Similarly, using a multi-purpose product like a lip and cheek tint can help to save time and space in your makeup bag.

Overall, there are several effortless hairstyles that you can try to save time in the morning. Whether you prefer a low ponytail, messy bun, sleek bob, top knot, or side braid, there’s a style that’s perfect for you. By using the right products and incorporating other beauty hacks into your routine, you can look polished and put-together without spending hours in front of the mirror.

Multi-Tasking Skincare Products for On-the-Go

Beauty Hacks for Time-Pressed Professionals: Multi-Tasking Skincare Products for On-the-Go

As a busy professional, it can be challenging to find time for a comprehensive skincare routine. However, taking care of your skin is essential for maintaining a healthy and youthful appearance. Fortunately, there are multi-tasking skincare products that can help you save time and still achieve great results.

One of the most popular multi-tasking skincare products is a BB cream. BB stands for beauty balm, and it is a combination of moisturizer, sunscreen, and foundation. BB creams are perfect for those who want to streamline their skincare routine and still achieve a flawless complexion. They are easy to apply and blend seamlessly into the skin, providing a natural-looking finish. Additionally, many BB creams contain antioxidants and other beneficial ingredients that can help improve the overall health of your skin.

Another multi-tasking skincare product that is perfect for on-the-go professionals is a tinted moisturizer. Like BB creams, tinted moisturizers combine the benefits of a moisturizer and foundation. However, they provide a more sheer coverage than BB creams, making them ideal for those who prefer a more natural look. Tinted moisturizers are also lightweight and easy to apply, making them perfect for busy mornings when you don’t have time for a full makeup routine.

If you’re looking for a multi-tasking skincare product that can help you achieve a healthy glow, consider using a tinted sunscreen. Tinted sunscreens provide the same sun protection as regular sunscreens but also contain a tint that can help even out your skin tone. They are perfect for those who want to protect their skin from the sun’s harmful rays while also achieving a natural-looking glow. Additionally, many tinted sunscreens contain antioxidants and other beneficial ingredients that can help improve the overall health of your skin.

For those who want to simplify their skincare routine even further, consider using a facial mist. Facial mists are a quick and easy way to refresh and hydrate your skin throughout the day. They can be used as a toner, setting spray, or just as a quick pick-me-up when your skin is feeling dry or dull. Additionally, many facial mists contain beneficial ingredients like hyaluronic acid and antioxidants that can help improve the overall health of your skin.

Finally, if you’re looking for a multi-tasking skincare product that can help you achieve a more youthful appearance, consider using a serum. Serums are lightweight, fast-absorbing liquids that contain high concentrations of active ingredients. They can help address a variety of skin concerns, including fine lines, wrinkles, and dark spots. Additionally, many serums contain antioxidants and other beneficial ingredients that can help improve the overall health of your skin.

In conclusion, multi-tasking skincare products are a great way for time-pressed professionals to simplify their skincare routine without sacrificing results. BB creams, tinted moisturizers, tinted sunscreens, facial mists, and serums are all excellent options for those who want to save time and still achieve great-looking skin. By incorporating these products into your daily routine, you can maintain a healthy and youthful appearance without spending hours in front of the mirror.

Quick Fixes for Tired Eyes and Dull Skin

As a busy professional, it can be challenging to find the time to maintain a beauty routine. However, with a few quick fixes, you can keep your skin looking fresh and your eyes bright, even on the busiest of days.

Tired Eyes

One of the most common beauty concerns for time-pressed professionals is tired eyes. Late nights and early mornings can leave your eyes looking puffy and dull. Fortunately, there are several quick fixes that can help you look more awake and alert.

First, try using a cold compress. A chilled cucumber slice or a cold spoon can help reduce puffiness and soothe tired eyes. Simply place the compress over your eyes for a few minutes to see an instant improvement.

Another quick fix for tired eyes is to use a brightening eye cream. Look for a product that contains caffeine or vitamin C, which can help reduce dark circles and brighten the under-eye area. Apply the cream in the morning before applying makeup for a refreshed look.

Finally, consider using a nude or white eyeliner on your waterline. This trick can help make your eyes appear brighter and more awake. Simply apply the liner to your lower waterline and blend it out for a subtle, natural look.

Dull Skin

Another common beauty concern for time-pressed professionals is dull skin. Long hours at the office and a lack of sleep can leave your skin looking tired and lackluster. Fortunately, there are several quick fixes that can help you achieve a glowing complexion.

First, try using a facial mist. A hydrating mist can help refresh and revitalize your skin, leaving it looking dewy and radiant. Simply spritz the mist over your face throughout the day for an instant pick-me-up.

Another quick fix for dull skin is to use a brightening serum. Look for a product that contains vitamin C or glycolic acid, which can help exfoliate and brighten the skin. Apply the serum in the morning before applying moisturizer for a radiant, glowing complexion.

Finally, consider using a tinted moisturizer or BB cream instead of a heavy foundation. These products can help even out your skin tone and provide a natural, dewy finish. Plus, they often contain SPF, which can help protect your skin from the sun’s harmful rays.

In conclusion, as a busy professional, it can be challenging to find the time to maintain a beauty routine. However, with a few quick fixes, you can keep your skin looking fresh and your eyes bright, even on the busiest of days. Try using a cold compress or brightening eye cream for tired eyes, and a facial mist or brightening serum for dull skin. And don’t forget to switch to a tinted moisturizer or BB cream for a natural, glowing complexion. With these beauty hacks, you’ll be able to look and feel your best, no matter how busy your schedule may be.

DIY Beauty Treatments for Relaxation and Rejuvenation

As a busy professional, it can be challenging to find time for self-care and relaxation. However, taking care of yourself is essential for your overall well-being and productivity. One way to incorporate self-care into your busy schedule is by trying out some DIY beauty treatments at home. Not only are these treatments cost-effective, but they can also be done in the comfort of your own home.

Facial masks are a great way to rejuvenate your skin and relax after a long day. You can make a simple mask using ingredients you already have in your kitchen. For example, mix one tablespoon of honey with one tablespoon of plain yogurt and apply it to your face. Leave it on for 15-20 minutes before rinsing it off with warm water. Honey is a natural humectant, which means it helps to retain moisture in the skin, while yogurt contains lactic acid, which helps to exfoliate and brighten the skin.

Another DIY beauty treatment that you can do at home is a foot soak. After a long day of standing or walking, your feet can feel tired and achy. A foot soak can help to soothe your feet and promote relaxation. Fill a basin with warm water and add a few drops of essential oil, such as lavender or peppermint. Soak your feet for 15-20 minutes, and then dry them off and apply a moisturizer.

If you have dry or damaged hair, a hair mask can help to restore moisture and shine. Mix one ripe avocado with one tablespoon of olive oil and apply it to your hair. Leave it on for 30 minutes before rinsing it off with warm water. Avocado is rich in vitamins and minerals that nourish the hair, while olive oil helps to moisturize and strengthen the hair.

In addition to these DIY beauty treatments, there are also some simple lifestyle changes that you can make to promote relaxation and rejuvenation. For example, try to incorporate some form of exercise into your daily routine. Exercise not only helps to improve your physical health but also your mental health. It can help to reduce stress and promote relaxation.

Another way to promote relaxation is by practicing mindfulness or meditation. Take a few minutes each day to sit quietly and focus on your breath. This can help to calm your mind and reduce stress. You can also try using a guided meditation app or attending a meditation class.

Finally, make sure that you are getting enough sleep each night. Lack of sleep can lead to fatigue, irritability, and decreased productivity. Aim for seven to eight hours of sleep each night, and try to establish a consistent sleep schedule.

In conclusion, as a time-pressed professional, it can be challenging to find time for self-care and relaxation. However, incorporating some DIY beauty treatments and simple lifestyle changes into your routine can help to promote relaxation and rejuvenation. Try out some of these treatments and see how they work for you. Remember, taking care of yourself is essential for your overall well-being and productivity.

Conclusion

Conclusion: Beauty hacks for time-pressed professionals are essential to maintain a healthy and glowing appearance without compromising their busy schedules. These hacks include using multi-purpose products, simplifying skincare routines, and opting for quick and easy hairstyles. By incorporating these hacks into their daily routine, time-pressed professionals can look and feel their best without sacrificing their productivity.

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While getting decked up with a full face of foundation and bright red lips is fun, there are days when you just want to look and feel your best without putting in too much effort. When this happens, a no-makeup makeup look comes in handy.! Read on to learn how to pull off this beauty trend in just 5 minutes, from tips on how to create this look to the best no-makeup makeup look products for your beauty bag.

Full coverage makeup is a type of makeup that is designed to completely cover imperfections on the skin, such as blemishes, scars, and dark circles. It typically involves using heavier products, such as foundation, concealer, and powder, to create a flawless, even complexion. Full-coverage makeup can also involve contouring, highlighting, and adding colour to the cheeks and lips, to create a more defined and polished look.

On the other hand, a no-makeup look is a minimalist approach to makeup that aims to create the appearance of bare, natural skin. It involves using light, sheer products to even out the skin tone and enhance natural features while still allowing the skin to breathe and look fresh. The no-makeup look typically involves using a tinted moisturizer or BB cream, a touch of blush or bronzer, mascara to define the eyes, and lip balm to hydrate the lips. The main difference between full-coverage makeup and a no-makeup look is the level of coverage and the overall appearance. Full-coverage makeup is more dramatic and glamorous, while the no-makeup look is more natural and subtle. It’s up to individual preference to decide which look is more suitable for different occasions.

Now, if you have all this information about these two types, then all you need is a perfect tutorial to do full coverage and everyday makeup.

Starting with the full coverage- Creating a full coverage makeup look with Lakme 9 to 5 Foundation is easy if you follow the right steps. Here’s how you can do it:

Prep the Skin- Before applying foundation, cleanse and moisturize your face with a good quality cleanser and moisturizer suitable for your skin type. Let your moisturizer sink into your skin for a few minutes before proceeding to the next step.

Apply Primer- Applying a primer before the foundation will help your makeup last longer and will create a smooth canvas for the foundation. You can use any primer that suits your skin type.

Now, the Foundation- Take a small amount of Lakme 9 to 5 Foundation on the back of your hand and dot it all over your face. Use a damp beauty blender or a foundation brush to blend the foundation into your skin. Be sure to blend the foundation well, especially around your hairline and jawline.

Conceal Imperfections- If you have any blemishes or dark circles, use concealer to cover them up. Apply the concealer with a brush or your fingers and blend it well.

Set Your Makeup- Set your foundation and concealer with a translucent powder. This will help your makeup last longer and prevent it from creasing or settling into fine lines.

Finish Your Look- Complete your full coverage makeup look by applying blush, bronzer, and highlighter as desired. You can also use a setting spray to make your makeup last longer.

With these simple steps, you can create a flawless full-coverage makeup look with Lakme 9 to 5 Foundation.

If you are all done with your bombshell looks and want to try some pink blush for an evening coffee date then sit time cause it is time to get the tips for a no-makeup makeup look. Creating a no-makeup makeup look with Lakme 9 to 5 Foundation is a great way to achieve a natural and effortless look.

Start with skin prep- Start by cleansing your skin and applying a moisturizer. This will create a smooth canvas for your makeup and help the foundation blend seamlessly.

Apply Lakme 9 to 5 Foundation- Take a small amount of Lakme 9 to 5 Foundation and apply it to the centre of your face using a foundation brush or your fingers. Then blend it outwards, blending it generously around your hairline, jawline, and neck.

Add a touch of blush- Choose a blush shade that complements your skin tone and apply it to the apples of your cheeks. Use a light hand and blend it well to create a natural-looking flush.

Define your brows-Use a brow pencil or brow powder to define and shape your brows. Brush them upwards and outwards for a natural look.

Apply a coat of mascara- Apply a coat of mascara to your upper lashes to define your eyes. Use a lengthening or volumizing mascara like Lakme Absolute Flutter Secrets Dramatic Eyes Mascara to create a more natural look.

Finish with a lip balm- Choose a tinted lip balm like Lakme Lip Love Chapstick or a sheer lipstick in a shade that complements your natural lip colour. Apply it to your lips for a natural-looking finish.

And there you have it — a simple, no makeup makeup look using Lakme 9 to 5 Foundation! You can check out the Lakme Shop online to get accessories for both of these looks.

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A Complete Guide To Accelerating Metallic Makeup Look

Metallic eyeshadow, and highlighter makeup are currently popular. Don't worry; Compared to the flashy appearance you're familiar with from earlier in the decade, it's much more sophisticated. Take a look at the downplayed cousin of sparkle cosmetics, metallic cosmetics. So, it shouldn't come as a surprise that the metallic makeup look is getting more and more popular in Hollywood, on runways, in cities, and on social media feeds. Are you interested in joining in the fun of metallic makeup? Keep up with this metallic makeup blog. Is it time for you to shine?

This article throws light upon accelerating a metallic makeup look: 

1. Metallic makeup, like glitter makeup, needs an even base to apply smoothly, so start with a primer. Before applying any makeup, use a face and eye primer to prevent creases and ensure that your metallic makeup looks evenly worn.

2. Choose colors that enhance your flexibility You can wear any colour. However, the following general rule of thumb can be helpful if you're having trouble choosing the right metallic makeup shade for your skin tone: Shades that are lighter should be used if you have dark skin, while shades that are lighter should be used if you have light skin. Without compromising your experience, the contrast will appear to be incredibly complementary.

3. When you hear the term "metallic makeup," silver, gold, and bronze probably come to mind right away. Utilize these hues by applying metallic eye shadow makeup palette to your eyes.

4. Paint your lips with a metallic lipstick to give them some variety and a pop of metallic color.

5. If you don't want to completely restock your makeup bag, all you need to do is pick up a few loose shimmery eye shadow pigments and turn your non-metallic makeup into metallic makeup. If you layer these pigments on top of any creamy eye shadow or lipstick, you can instantly achieve a magically metallic look.

6. The best thing about the metallic makeup trend is how easy it is to achieve—really! You can rock runway-ready glam with one of the super-simple, one-step metallic makeup looks below, regardless of your skin tone or makeup skill level.

Might it be said that you are ready to check metallic cosmetics out? Stay with us!

Eyeshadow: For a daytime look, sweep the glitter eyeshadow along your eyelids for a striking metallic finish or blend it out with your fingers.

Highlighter for Face: Apply three to four dots directly with the applicator and blend with your finger for a luminous pop.

Lip gloss: It gives a stunning metallic shine without being sticky when applied to lipsticks. Your highlighter palette should cover more than just your face. For a dramatic party glow, apply highlighter to your collarbones and the centre of your shoulders.  

If you want to keep your makeup bag light while traveling, you can use your highlighter as an eyeshadow. You can use a highlighter as eyeshadow to keep your look subtle and natural. You can achieve a luminous effect by combining foundation and highlighter to complete your look. You can create shimmery eyeliner with your highlighter by applying it with a moist eyeliner brush.

Choose a highlighter shade that matches your skin tone for a subtle, lit-from-within sheen. By applying highlighter to areas of your face that catch light, you can enhance your natural features. Make sure that your bronzer, blush, and foundation all have a slight matte finish and are free of shimmer. You can blend the highlighter out with your fingers, a fan brush, or a damp makeup sponge after applying it. Apply a thin layer of highlighter from the Viseart highlighter palette to your cheekbones and brow bone with care. The light and shimmery highlighter will complement your metallic eyeshadow makeup perfectly and give your look the extra boost it requires.

Conclusion: This is a Comprehensive Guide to Quicker Application of Metallic Makeup

If you are looking for a metallic makeup, you should consider the highlighter makeup price and buy best highlighter palette, and best eyeshadow kit from Viseart. The eyeshadow palette price and highlighter price offered by Viseart is the best in industry.  This article throws light upon A Complete Guide To Accelerating Metallic Makeup Look

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Maybelline age rewind

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This, combined with shadow-neutralizing, redness-concealing pigments, makes your under-eyes look bright, smooth, and refreshed.

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When it dries down, it doesn't look powdery on top of your skin or settle into fine lines. It's not matte or luminous, but it does have a bit of a sheen. The finish of this concealer formula is also really important. If I apply too much, or I'm layering this over foundation, sometimes I'll use my Beautyblender (damp, of course) to pick up any excess pigment. Just twist the top of the tube to push the pigment up and out of the cushy sponge tip (one or two clicks give you enough for one under-eye), dot the sponge tip onto your skin, and blend it out with your finger. And because it's so thin, it blends really, really easily it doesn't take much effort to diffuse it over your skin. You can even get a sense of your skin's natural texture and luminosity when wearing it. It completely covers up dark circles, the shadows along the inner corners of your eyes, and redness on and along your nose and cheeks without adding any obvious cakey texture to your skin. But the minute I started blending it over my skin, I was impressed.Īvailable in 12 shades (including a "Neutralizer" and a "Corrector," but more on those in a second), the liquid formula is super pigmented yet extremely thin in texture. To be honest, it may have been the only thing sitting on my desk when I needed to get ready for an after-work event, so I used it out of necessity. I remember when it first came out (I was a wee beauty assistant at the time), but it wasn't until earlier in 2018, when they announced they were expanding the shade range, that I decided to give it a chance. That's one reason it took me so long to try the Maybelline New York Instant Age Rewind Eraser Dark Circles Treatment Concealer. Yes, I know, it sounds obnoxious, but some people like to invest in good quality cashmere sweaters I like to invest in good quality complexion enhancers. I'll use drugstore lipsticks, liners, and mascaras, but if it's meant to perfect my skin, I always go for the pricey stuff. Basically, I'm a brat about base products. And setting powder, blush, and bronzer, too.

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When to throw away old makeup, according to a beauty expert

Makeup hoarding – we all do it. Pretty packaging and everyday favorites have us holding onto products for months, even years as the zip of our makeup bag struggles more and more to contain its contents.  Unlike food, makeup isn’t required to have an expiration date, however, they do have one - so it’s a good idea to keep track of when you opened them to ensure your collection stays fresh. Not only will those dirty old brushes, beauty blenders and dried-out mascaras be less effective, but they can even expose you to harmful toxins, causing irritation, infection, and even serious health problems as a result. Jamie Long, the Lead Stylist at HD Brows, explains: “As a general rule of thumb, you should probably let go of anything that’s been taking up your beauty bag for longer than a year. However, there are certain products such as mascara and liner that should be thrown out much quicker.” Here’s how long Jamie recommends you should keep each product: Mascara: 3-4 months Foundation: 12 months Concealer: 12 months Powder: 12 months Blusher/Bronzer: 12 months Eyeshadow: 12 months Eyeliner: 6 months Lip Gloss: 12 months Skincare “Skincare can last up to a year, however products with pump bottles rather than lotions you use with your hands can last even. This is because bacteria are more likely to grow in products you use with your fingers, so it’s good practice to replace those products every 9 months.” Makeup Applicators “Makeup tools such as beauty blenders and brushes can also cause similar issues and become full of bacteria. You should wash these application tools weekly, and replace them every 3-4 months.” Eye products “Eye products can potentially have the most significant risks if used past their expiry. If you’re using something like a mascara or eyeliner wand, use circular motions to gather up the product rather than pumping it in and out of the container.  This pushes air into the tube, causing the mascara to dry out more quickly and become flaky. “The best liquid liners will also have the same bacteria-prone formula and packaging as mascara, whereas a pencil eyeliner will have greater lasting power. “How you use mascara and liner can be a big indicator of how long the product will actually last. So if it smells funky before the six months, it’s likely gone off.” Perfume “Perfume, however, can last as long as 3-4 years.” Adds Jamie. “Perfume may have a shelf life of up to 4 years, but make sure to keep an eye on the colour and smell. If it turns darker, or starts to smell unpleasant, it’s time to throw it out.” “For a longer lasting perfume, opt for oriental or woody scents over citrus, as lighter based scents will evaporate quicker.” Read the full article