#shimmery eye makeup tutorial

[fuqnia]

No Hard Feelings

Kenny McCormick x fem!reader insert

(❁´◡`❁) | [A/N] hi guys! i recently just reached over 250 hearts on tumblr which is INSANE!! thank you so much for all the support. also, this oneshot is based off my wip college au. this is my first written smut ever and was shelved, so </3 moots im so sorry for this lmao

(❁´◡`❁) | Warning(s) : DUB-CON, p in v, vaginal sex, blow jobs, drinking, vaginal fingering, no condoms used, emotional manipulation, failed pull out method, kenny is an asshole, all characters are aged up!

(❁´◡`❁) | Synopsis : You, a shy college student with a long-time crush on Kenny McCormick, find yourself swept into a heated encounter with him at a party. Despite the passion, Kenny’s manipulative nature reveals itself when he brushes off his broken promise with a dismissive “no hard feelings.” Left alone in the aftermath, you’re forced to confront your regret and the harsh truth of being just another conquest.

The bass thumped relentlessly, shaking the already-questionable structural integrity of the frat house. Every surface seemed alive with motion—beer cans rattling on shelves, walls trembling under the weight of the music, and the floor vibrating beneath your heels. The air was thick with a heady mix of cheap cologne, spilled alcohol, and the sweat of too many bodies crammed into one place. Somewhere, someone shouted a toast; somewhere else, glass shattered, followed by a chorus of drunken laughter.

You hovered near the staircase, trying to keep yourself anchored amid the chaos. The dress you were wearing—tight, black, and far more revealing than anything you’d normally wear—clung to your curves in a way that felt suffocating under the low, flickering lights. It had taken you almost an hour to settle on it, pulling item after item from your closet until Red had finally yelled through the phone, “Just wear something that screams ‘hot, single, and overthinking this!’”

You’d spent another hour painstakingly doing your makeup, following tutorials with more concentration than you’d ever put into a class assignment. The winged eyeliner had been redone twice, your lipstick carefully lined and blotted until it was perfect. You’d even gone for a shimmery highlight, something to make your cheekbones pop like the girls Kenny always seemed to surround himself with.

Looking in the mirror before you left, you’d almost convinced yourself you looked good. Sexy, even. But here, under the glaring LED lights and in a room packed with people who all seemed effortlessly confident, you felt like an impostor wearing someone else’s skin.

You tugged at the hem of your dress, self-conscious about how much leg you were showing. Every brush of fabric against your skin reminded you of how foreign it all felt. The laughter and shouting around you seemed to close in like a physical weight. Your drink—a watery, overly-sweet concoction someone had assured you was vodka punch—sat untouched in your hand, its condensation slick against your fingers.

“Dude, you’re staring at it like it owes you money,” came Red’s voice from your right. She was perched against the banister, her phone in one hand, a drink in the other, eyeing you like you were some kind of science experiment.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, too quickly, as heat rose to your cheeks.

Red snorted, looking utterly unconvinced. “Sure you are. That’s why you’re holding your cup like it’s a flotation device and hugging this wall like it’s about to throw you a life preserver.”

Your gaze darted around the room. Everywhere you looked, people seemed so at ease. Wendy was perched on the edge of a couch, sipping her drink with a bored expression as Bebe danced in front of her, all hair flips and practiced, sultry smiles. Cartman was sprawled on another couch, gesturing wildly as he shouted something obnoxious that no one seemed to be paying attention to. Stan and Kyle were by the keg, deep in some debate, while Tolkien laughed at their expense. The whole place was alive, chaotic and carefree in a way that only made you feel more out of place.

And then, there was Kenny.

He was sprawled on a couch on the other side of the room, one arm draped casually over the backrest, his blonde hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed—but in a way that screamed effortless cool rather than messy. His faded leather jacket clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, his ripped jeans giving him that rough-around-the-edges charm that drove girls wild.

The smirk on his lips was the kind of thing you could write a sonnet about. It was cocky but not forced, confident without being cruel. Around him, two girls laughed at something he’d said—a brunette with an artfully messy ponytail and a crop top that showed off her toned stomach, and a blonde in a skirt so short it was practically a suggestion. They leaned in close, giggling and flipping their hair, the kinds of girls who didn’t have to try to look sexy.

You tore your gaze away, heart pounding in your chest.

“You know,” Red said casually, following your line of sight, “you’re allowed to talk to him. He’s not some kind of untouchable Greek god. Though, knowing Kenny, he’d probably love it if you treated him like one.”

“Red, no,” you said quickly, your voice barely audible over the music.

“Red, yes,” she shot back. “You spent, what, two hours putting that look together? It’s working, babe. Now go get your man.”

You looked down at yourself. The makeup, the dress, the heels—it was all supposed to make you feel confident, like you could walk into this party and turn heads the way the other girls did. But all it did was make you feel more exposed, like you were playing dress-up in clothes that didn’t belong to you.

Across the room, Kenny laughed, throwing his head back as Craig said something sarcastic. His smile was wide and dazzling, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. He was magnetic, utterly at ease, the kind of person who didn’t have to try to command attention. People just gravitated toward him, drawn in by his charm and that devil-may-care attitude that made him seem larger than life.

You sighed, gripping the plastic cup a little too hard as the longing in your chest twisted deeper. Every laugh that tumbled from Kenny’s lips sent a spark through your nerves, like your body couldn’t decide if it wanted to combust or crawl under the nearest piece of furniture. You glanced at him one last time, sprawled on that damn couch, looking like he owned the entire world without even trying. But the thought of crossing that room, of actually talking to him, made your stomach churn. You’d rather die.

Red groaned beside you, her voice loud enough to cut through the music. “Oh my fucking God, [Y/N]. Just go talk to him. He’s not gonna, like, eat you alive. Unless you’re into that.”

You laughed, but it came out thin and nervous. “Nope. No way. Not happening.”

“Why not?” she challenged, her tone laced with frustration. “What are you so afraid of?”

You looked down at the punch in your hand, swirling the liquid around to avoid meeting her gaze. “I just… I’m not doing it, okay? I need a drink that doesn’t taste like motor oil. I’m going to the kitchen.”

“Jesus, you’re such a pussy,” she muttered, crossing her arms and leaning back against the staircase. “Fine. Go hide in the kitchen. But don’t come crying to me when some other girl pounces on him first.”

Her words followed you as you slipped into the crowd, the sticky floor clinging to the soles of your heels as you weaved your way toward the kitchen. The further you got from the main room, the cooler the air felt, but your mind was still buzzing. It wasn’t just the noise or the heat—it was him. It was always him.

Your thoughts drifted, unspooling like a badly edited movie reel as you tried to shake the tension from your shoulders.

Two years ago. Freshman year. Physics 101.

You hadn’t even wanted to take the class—it was just an annoying requirement for your sociology major, and you’d been hoping for an easy A. You remembered walking into the lecture hall on that first day, finding a spot in the middle of the room where you could blend in, and pulling out your notebook, bracing yourself for ninety minutes of boredom.

And then Kenny fucking McCormick walked in, and the air shifted.

He was late—of course he was—and he didn’t seem to give a single shit about the professor stopping mid-sentence to glare at him. He strolled down the aisle, hands shoved in the pockets of his ripped jeans, his combat boots thudding against the steps. His blonde hair was messy in that perfect I just rolled out of bed, but I’m still cooler than you way, and he was wearing a vintage band tee—Nirvana, you thought, or maybe Pearl Jam—that looked like it had been through a war. A worn flannel was tied around his waist, completing the grunge-rock vibe that made him look like he’d stepped out of the nineties and into the lecture hall.

He threw his battered backpack onto the seat next to Craig, who immediately leaned over to say something that made Kenny laugh—loud, careless, and a little too disruptive for the stiff energy of the classroom. The professor rolled his eyes and resumed the lecture, but you were already distracted, stealing glances at Kenny as he sprawled in his chair like he didn’t have a care in the world. He pulled a notebook from his bag, and you noticed his nails were chipped, a faint streak of black polish lingering on some of them.

God, he was the definition of effortlessly cool .

You spent the next few weeks completely smitten. Every Tuesday and Thursday morning, you’d find yourself zoning out during the lecture, more interested in watching Kenny chew on the end of his pen or scribble something illegible in his notebook than paying attention to the professor. You found out later, by overhearing some random conversation between him and Craig, that he was a physics major. A physics major . Something about that detail made him even more fascinating. He wasn’t just cool—he was smart. And while you were slogging through Physics 101 trying to keep your GPA afloat, Kenny breezed through it like it was second nature.

The semester ended before you ever worked up the courage to say a single word to him. Not one. You’d spent months hovering in the background, trying to convince yourself that your crush was stupid, that he’d never notice someone like you anyway. But it didn’t matter. Every time you thought you were over it, you’d see him on campus—in the dining hall, at the library, once leaning casually against a vending machine while flirting with some girl—and all those feelings came rushing back.

Now, two years later, not much had changed. Sure, you’d gotten better at pretending you didn’t care, better at hiding the way your stomach flipped every time he walked into a room. But when you saw him, sprawled on that couch with his stupid boots and that same carefree smile, all the walls you’d built around your heart crumbled. He still had you wrapped around his fucking finger, and he didn’t even know it.

The kitchen door creaked as you pushed it open, the noise of the party dulling slightly as you stepped inside. The air was cooler here, less suffocating, but the chaos hadn’t completely disappeared. A group of guys stood near the counter, pouring shots and loudly daring each other to take them without chasers. Someone else was leaning against the fridge, scrolling on their phone, while another pair of people debated whether or not it was safe to drink the unmarked punch in the giant plastic tub by the sink.

You set your cup down on the counter, wiping the condensation from your fingers. For a brief moment, you considered turning around, sneaking out of the party entirely, and walking back to your dorm in the cold. But the ache in your chest refused to let up, and you knew—no matter how much you wanted to pretend otherwise—that this night wasn’t over yet.

The kitchen door swung open with a loud creak, and two girls strolled in, giggling and swaying slightly as they made their way toward the makeshift bar set up on the far counter. It was the blonde and the brunette you’d seen flirting with Kenny earlier. The blonde had her hair in perfectly tousled waves, her mini dress glittering under the dim kitchen light, while the brunette wore a plunging top that clung to her like a second skin. Both looked effortlessly put-together, the kind of girls who didn’t seem to care that half the party was already drunk and sticky with spilled beer.

“Ugh, these fucking frat drinks,” the blonde groaned, holding up a bottle of clear liquor and squinting at it. “I swear, if I get alcohol poisoning, I’m suing Sigma Chi.”

The brunette snorted, grabbing a soda to mix. “Please. You’d survive just to come back next week.” She leaned against the counter, tipping her head toward the blonde. “So, did he say anything else to you?”

The blonde popped the cap off her bottle with a soft clink , rolling her eyes dramatically. “No. Just the same shit he says to every girl. ‘Hey, I like your hair.’ ‘Oh, cool tattoo.’” She fluttered her lashes, mimicking Kenny’s voice in a syrupy tone before breaking into a laugh. “It’s like, come on, dude. If you’re gonna flirt, at least try to be original.”

Your stomach twisted at their words, but you couldn’t stop yourself from listening. You busied yourself with the bottles on the counter, pretending to look for a drink, your ears straining to catch every syllable.

“Well, duh,” the brunette said, taking a sip of her drink. “He’s obviously just fishing for someone to hook up with. I mean, it’s Kenny. He’s not exactly boyfriend material.”

The blonde let out a sharp laugh. “Right? Like, what was Tammy thinking, dating him for so long? I swear, it was only a matter of time before he fucked that up.”

Tammy. The name hit like a tiny knife, though you couldn’t explain why. You hadn’t even known Kenny had a girlfriend until recently, and by the time you’d found out, the relationship was already over. It wasn’t jealousy, exactly—it wasn’t like you’d ever had a claim on him. But hearing about her had only added to the growing list of reasons why getting involved with Kenny was probably a terrible idea.

The brunette leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice just enough that you had to strain to hear. “You know they broke up because she caught him flirting with some girl at the bar, right? Like, right in front of her. Tammy was pissed .”

The blonde scoffed, pouring herself another drink. “Of course she was. What did she expect? Kenny’s not exactly the settle-down type.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” the brunette said, swirling her drink idly. “Tammy told me he always acted like he was bored when they were together. Like, he didn’t even want to put the effort in.” She laughed, shaking her head. “He’s just... Kenny. He doesn’t stick around for long.”

The two girls drifted back into giggling about something else, their voices fading into background noise as they poured their drinks and made their way back toward the party. But their words clung to you, heavy and suffocating, as you stood frozen by the counter.

Kenny doesn’t stick around for long.

You knew it was true. Hell, everyone who knew Kenny knew it. He was charming and magnetic, the kind of guy who could draw people in without even trying—but he was also like a firework: brilliant for a moment, then gone. You’d seen it time and time again over the past two years, the way he flirted with girls at parties or hooked up with someone only to move on the next day like it hadn’t meant anything. It wasn’t cruel, exactly—he wasn’t malicious about it. Kenny just... didn’t stay.

Your hands hovered over the bottles on the counter for a moment before you grabbed one of the half-empty vodka bottles and poured a generous splash into an abandoned cup. You grabbed the nearest mixer—some off-brand soda—and topped it off before taking a tentative sip. It burned as it went down, but the warmth in your chest wasn’t entirely unwelcome. You took another sip, larger this time, letting the alcohol take the edge off the storm swirling in your mind.

Why couldn’t you let this crush go? Why did your heart twist every time you saw him, knowing full well that he’d never be the guy you wanted him to be? You’d told yourself, over and over, that it was stupid to hang on to this feeling, to keep wishing for something that wasn’t going to happen. But you still couldn’t stop picturing him smiling at you the way he smiled at everyone else, easy and warm, like it didn’t cost him anything.

Somewhere deep down, you knew the truth: even if Kenny did notice you, even if he liked you for a night, it wouldn’t last. It never did.

You took another long sip of your drink, letting the alcohol burn its way down and settle in your stomach. The faint buzz that followed wasn’t nearly enough to drown out the noise in your head. Your grip on the cup tightened as the blonde’s words from earlier echoed over and over.

Kenny’s single.

You weren’t sure why it mattered. It wasn’t like you were planning on doing anything about it. But still, the fact that it was true—that you knew it now, definitively—felt like a crack in the dam. A dangerous little opening that let all the thoughts you’d been trying to keep at bay flood in.

You spotted Red still leaning against the staircase, scrolling through her phone with her drink long gone. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and you could practically hear her muttering insults to herself about whatever she was doomscrolling through. You forced yourself to push past the swell of nerves in your chest and made your way over to her, dodging a guy who stumbled past you with two beers clutched in his hands.

“Hey,” you said, voice tight as you stopped in front of her. She glanced up from her phone, arching an eyebrow.

“Hey,” she said slowly, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind. Did someone throw up in the kitchen, or is it worse than that?”

You rolled your eyes. “No. I overheard something. About Kenny.”

That got her attention. She locked her phone and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt, stepping forward with a dramatic smirk. “Oh, do tell.”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the cup in your hand. “I, uh... apparently, he’s single. He and Tammy broke up.”

Red stared at you for a moment, her face completely unreadable, before she snorted so loudly that people nearby glanced over. “Oh my fucking God, that’s what you’re worked up about?” She laughed again, shaking her head as she put a hand on her hip. “Babe, everyone already fucking knows that.”

You blinked, heat crawling up your neck. “You—what? How the fuck do you know?”

“Because I have ears, [Y/N],” Red said, giving you a look that was so condescending it bordered on cartoonish. “The whole goddamn campus knows. They broke up like a week ago after Tammy caught him flirting with some chick at a bar.” She shrugged, her smirk growing wider. “Classic Kenny.”

Your cheeks burned, and you took another sip of your drink to keep from saying something stupid. “I just thought you might, I don’t know, want to know or something.”

Red’s eyes gleamed, and she leaned in closer, her grin turning downright wicked. “Ohhhh, I see what’s happening here. You overheard it, and now you’re standing here wondering if this is your chance to finally grow some fucking balls and go talk to him.”

“What? No!” you snapped, but the words came out far too quickly.

“Uh-huh,” she said, dragging out the syllables as she eyed you like a shark circling its prey. “So you’re just gonna stand here all night, sipping your sad little drink, while someone else inevitably makes out with him first?”

You scowled, your fingers tightening around your cup. “I’m not fucking staring at him, and I told you, it’s not happening.”

Red tilted her head, her grin widening even more. “Wow. Pathetic. You’re really gonna let another opportunity slip through your fingers? That’s, like, tragic, babe.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, Red spun on her heel and cupped her hands around her mouth.

“HEY! Who wants to play spin the fucking bottle?” she shouted, her voice cutting through the blaring music like a knife.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Red, no .”

“Red, YES,” she shot back, her grin practically manic as she waved to the growing crowd.

It was like tossing a match into a pile of gasoline. People swarmed the area almost immediately, some cheering, others laughing loudly as they shoved furniture out of the way to make room.

Bebe was the first to join, her eyes lighting up as she plopped onto the floor. “Oh my God, fuck yes. This is gonna be amazing.”

Wendy groaned but followed close behind, crossing her arms as she sat down next to her. “You’re such a child,” she muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched with a faint smile.

Craig and Tweek wandered over as well, the former sighing heavily as he sat down. “If I have to kiss Cartman again, I’m leaving,” he said flatly.

“That’s your own damn fault for spinning so fucking hard last time,” Tweek muttered, twitching as he sipped from his beer.

Within moments, a circle had formed on the living room floor, a chaotic mix of familiar faces and random partygoers. Someone produced an empty beer bottle, and Red dropped into the middle of the group with a flourish, patting the spot next to her as she turned to you.

“C’mon, [Y/N],” she said, her grin practically daring you. “Sit your shy little ass down. Don’t be a fucking buzzkill.”

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest. You were about to refuse when the sound of a low, familiar laugh sent a shiver racing down your spine.

“Spin the bottle, huh?”

The voice was casual, laced with amusement, but it cut through the noise like a blade. You didn’t even have to turn your head to know who it was.

Kenny strolled up to the circle, beer in hand, his leather jacket hanging open over a slightly wrinkled band tee. His ripped jeans clung to his legs in just the right way, and his boots were scuffed and untied, like he’d just walked out of a grunge concert. His blonde hair was a mess, falling into his eyes as he took a long sip of his beer and surveyed the scene with a crooked smirk.

“Fuck it,” he said, dropping onto the floor across from you. “I’m in.”

Your stomach twisted into knots as you stared at him, your face burning so hot you were surprised it didn’t light up the room. He leaned back slightly, stretching out his long legs, his boots brushing against the edge of the circle as he propped his beer on his knee. His blue eyes swept lazily across the group, and then—God help you—they landed on you.

He smirked, raising his beer slightly in a wordless, cocky little toast.

Red leaned over, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, “You’re fucking welcome.”

You were going to kill her. If your heart didn’t give out first.

The bottle clinked against the floor as Red gave it a dramatic spin, her manic grin making your chest tighten with dread. The bottle blurred in a frenzy before slowing to a crawl, its neck ticking like a clock as it passed from person to person. You held your breath without meaning to, and when it finally landed on Craig, Red whooped loudly, throwing her arms in the air.

“Fucking jackpot!” she crowed, pointing a triumphant finger at him.

Craig raised a brow, unimpressed. “Lucky me,” he deadpanned, though the corner of his mouth twitched with a smirk.

“Pucker up, baby,” Red teased, crawling toward him on her hands and knees.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Tweek muttered, his hands twitching nervously at his sides. “Do I have to fucking watch this?”

Craig shrugged. “You’re the one who didn’t spin, dude. Suffer.”

Red leaned in, grabbed Craig’s chin like a mischievous demon, and planted the loudest, most obnoxious kiss you’d ever seen directly on his lips. The circle exploded into cheers and laughter as Red pulled away, wiping her mouth dramatically and muttering, “Ten out of ten, no notes,” as she plopped back into her spot.

As the bottle was passed to the next person, your heart pounded in your chest, drowning out the noise around you. You clutched your drink like a lifeline, the condensation soaking your hand as you tried not to completely lose your shit.

One by one, people spun the bottle, each spin dragging your nerves tighter. It felt like every pair was some wild, ridiculous combination of chaos.

Wendy spun and landed on Cartman, who immediately puffed out his chest. “Hell yeah, Wendy Testa—”

She slapped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t finish that sentence, asshole,” she growled, leaning in for the world’s quickest, most reluctant peck.

When Cartman spun, the bottle landed on Tolkien, and the crowd roared with laughter as Cartman groaned, “Ugh, fine. Let’s get it over with. You’re lucky I’m generous.”

Tolkien smirked. “You’re lucky I’m even agreeing to this.”

Craig spun the bottle so hard it went skittering out of the circle, narrowly missing Bebe’s head before it stopped—pointing at Tweek.

“Oh my fucking God, I knew this was gonna happen,” Tweek hissed, running his hand through his hair.

“Relax, babe,” Craig said, leaning over and kissing him without hesitation, like it was the easiest thing in the world. The crowd burst into cheers again, someone shouting, “Power couple!” as Craig leaned back with a satisfied smirk.

All the while, your stomach churned. You weren’t even sure if it was the alcohol or your anxiety—or maybe some hellish cocktail of both. The longer you sat there, the harder it became to breathe. Kenny sat directly across from you, still impossibly relaxed, his leather jacket hanging open as he took lazy sips of his beer. His gaze wandered idly across the group, but every now and then, it flickered to you—and each time it did, your heart skipped painfully.

You squeezed your cup tighter, willing yourself to focus on anything other than the bottle, the circle, or the boy who had haunted your thoughts for years. But your mind wasn’t having it. As your pulse raced, another memory clawed its way to the surface, dragging you back to a moment you hadn’t thought about in a long time.

It was sophomore year, sometime last spring. You’d been running late to your sociology class after oversleeping and decided to take a shortcut through a side street to shave off a few precious minutes. The alley had been quiet, the brick walls echoing the distant hum of campus life. You’d barely noticed the figures standing just past the dumpster—until you got closer.

It was Kenny.

And he wasn’t alone.

He was pressed up against the wall, his fingers gripping the fabric of some guy’s hoodie as their mouths crashed together with a kind of desperate intensity that made your heart stutter. Kenny’s hair was messy, his jacket pulled half-off his shoulders, and the guy he was kissing—a tall, broad-shouldered stranger with stubble and dark hair—had one hand tangled in Kenny’s blonde locks, the other sliding up under his shirt.

You’d frozen in your tracks, the scene playing out like something ripped from a movie. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was raw, passionate, and so full of hunger that it made your head spin. You couldn’t look away, even as guilt twisted in your stomach for watching something so private.

The alley had felt suffocating, the heat between them palpable even from a distance. And though you’d been rooted to the spot, your mind had screamed at you to leave, to pretend you hadn’t seen anything. After a moment that felt like an eternity, you turned and walked away as quietly as you could, your face burning and your heart hammering.

For weeks after, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him. About the fact that you’d never seen Kenny look so... alive. There had always been something magnetic about him, but seeing him like that—unguarded, all-consuming—had changed something. It had cemented the ache in your chest, the longing that you’d tried so hard to push away.

And now, sitting across from him in this stupid circle, you couldn’t stop the memory from clawing its way back to the surface. The way he’d clung to that man, kissed him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world—it was the same Kenny sitting across from you now, and yet it wasn’t. He looked so calm, so relaxed, but you knew what was underneath. You’d seen it.

The bottle clinked against the floor again, pulling you back to the present. Bebe spun this time, the bottle landing on Kyle, who looked like he wanted to sink into the ground as she leaned in with a gleeful grin.

You barely noticed, your thoughts still spiraling. You took another sip of your drink, the alcohol doing little to calm the storm in your chest. Kenny was still across from you, his lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched the chaos unfold. And then, almost imperceptibly, his eyes flicked to you again.

The bottle clinked softly as it spun on the floor, its momentum slowing with every second. The sound echoed in your head like a countdown, each rotation making your chest tighten. The noise of the party seemed muffled now, the chaotic laughter and music reduced to a dull hum under the pounding of your pulse. You watched the bottle, unable to look away, until it finally came to a stop.

It was pointing directly at you.

You froze.

The circle erupted into cheers, whoops, and exaggerated oohs that seemed far too loud, too much, as though the entire room had turned their attention to you. Red, of course, was the loudest, smacking your arm so hard that your drink nearly toppled out of your hand.

“Holy shit, [Y/N]!” she crowed, her grin so wide it might’ve split her face in half. “Look who’s about to get some action!”

Your breath caught, your eyes darting helplessly across the circle. Kenny was sitting directly across from you, legs stretched out lazily, one hand resting on the floor while the other held his beer. His leather jacket hung open over a vintage tee, the faint tear near the neckline showing just a hint of his collarbone. His ripped jeans looked like they might fall apart if he moved too quickly, but of course, on him, it only added to his rough-around-the-edges charm.

And he was smirking at you.

“Guess we’ve gotta give the people what they want,” Kenny said smoothly, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, as heat rushed to your cheeks. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but sit there like an idiot, clutching your now-empty drink as the crowd around you dissolved into chants of, “Do it! Do it!”

Kenny raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning slightly teasing. “You gonna leave me hanging, or what?”

Red was practically vibrating with glee, nudging you hard enough to make you lean forward slightly. “Go, go, go!” she whispered, not so quietly. “Don’t fucking chicken out now, babe!”

Your body moved on autopilot. You set your cup down on the floor, your hands trembling as you leaned forward into the circle, feeling like every single pair of eyes in the room was burning into you.

Kenny leaned forward too, moving with a kind of casual confidence that made your breath hitch. His hand came up, his fingers brushing your jaw, the roughness of his palm sending a jolt down your spine. And then his lips were on yours.

The first touch was light, teasing, like he was testing the waters. His lips were softer than you expected, warm and slightly chapped, tasting faintly of beer. He tilted his head slightly, the hand on your jaw tightening just enough to guide you closer, and that was when everything shifted.

He deepened the kiss, pressing into you with a kind of hungry intensity that made your entire body heat up. His other hand slid to the floor for balance as his mouth moved against yours, slow but deliberate, like he was savoring every second. His fingers curled slightly against your skin, and you couldn’t stop the quiet gasp that escaped your lips as his tongue just barely brushed against yours.

The circle exploded into cheers, someone shouting, “Holy shit, get a room!” while another voice yelled, “Fuck, that’s the kiss of the night!”

But you barely heard them. Everything else melted away—the noise, the heat of the room, the chaotic party—until it was just you and Kenny, his lips moving against yours like this wasn’t a game, like this wasn’t just some stupid party stunt. You didn’t even realize your hands had moved until you felt the cool, worn leather of his jacket under your fingers, clutching it like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

Kenny pulled back slowly, his lips hovering just above yours for a moment before he leaned back fully, his smirk softer now, more satisfied. He grabbed his beer and took a long sip, like he hadn’t just turned your entire world upside down in thirty seconds flat.

“Not bad,” he said casually, his blue eyes meeting yours with a flash of something unreadable. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

Your face burned as you sank back into your spot, trying to ignore the roar of applause and laughter from the group. Red grabbed your arm, shaking it like a kid on Christmas morning. “Holy fucking shit , [Y/N]!” she practically screamed. “That was insane! I’m so fucking proud of you!”

You didn’t respond. Your heart was still pounding in your chest, your lips tingling as the memory of his touch replayed over and over in your mind.

The bottle spun again, and the game carried on, the chaos pulling the group’s attention away from you. But you barely registered the next spin, too busy trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Nicole spun next, and the bottle landed on Stan, who blinked in surprise before laughing awkwardly. “Uh, okay,” he muttered, leaning forward as Nicole grabbed his face and kissed him with a little too much enthusiasm, leaving him wide-eyed and slightly stunned.

Red howled with laughter. “Stan, you look like you just got hit by a truck! She’s not gonna bite, dude.”

Stan grumbled something under his breath as the bottle spun again, this time landing on Kenny. The circle roared with laughter as the bottle pointed to Clyde, who shrugged and leaned in with zero hesitation.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Clyde said, smirking as he kissed Kenny firmly, pulling back with a laugh. “Guess you’re not bad, McCormick.”

Kenny raised an eyebrow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not bad? Dude, I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

The bottle kept spinning.

It landed on Tweek, and everyone collectively lost it when he had to kiss Bebe, who grinned so hard it looked like her face might split in two.

But through it all, you could barely keep your thoughts straight. Your lips still burned from the kiss, and every glance you stole at Kenny—casually leaning back, sipping his beer like nothing had happened—made your chest ache with something you couldn’t name.

What the fuck just happened?

The bottle clinked softly as it spun, its momentum slowing to a lazy crawl. The circle leaned in, the suspense building as everyone craned their necks to see where it would land. It stopped on Wendy, and someone let out a low whistle as the bottle’s neck pointed at Kyle.

“Oh, shit,” Cartman snorted, his voice dripping with mock glee. “Kyle, my dude, you’re getting lucky tonight! You got to kiss two people other than your mom.”

Kyle groaned loudly, rubbing the back of his neck as he shot Cartman a glare. “Shut the fuck up, Cartman.”

Wendy, sitting cross-legged beside Bebe, smirked. “I don’t know, Kyle. This might be the best offer you’re ever gonna get.”

The circle erupted into laughter, and Kyle’s face turned bright red. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath before leaning forward.

Wendy met him halfway, her lips pressing against his in a quick, clean kiss—no theatrics, no mess. Just simple, fleeting, and surprisingly soft. Kyle pulled back quickly, scratching the back of his head, his ears still red as Wendy settled back in her spot like nothing had happened.

“Tame,” Bebe teased, winking at Wendy. “I was expecting at least a little tongue.”

“Please,” Wendy said, tossing her hair. “I don’t want to traumatize him.”

The group dissolved into laughter again, Cartman cackling obnoxiously as Kyle buried his face in his hands and muttered, “Kill me. Just fucking kill me now.”

But you weren’t laughing. You were still trying to recover from the kiss that had shattered your world. Your gaze darted across the circle to Kenny. He looked completely unfazed, his leather jacket hanging open as he leaned back on his hands, watching the game unfold with that same lazy grin. Like nothing had happened. Like kissing you had been just another spin of the bottle.

Meanwhile, your thoughts were still spiraling, the memory of his lips—his hand on your jaw, his tongue brushing yours—burned into your skin. The noise and heat of the room pressed down on you, the cheers and teasing too loud, the air too thick. You needed to get out of there.

Without thinking, you pushed yourself to your feet. The circle was too focused on the next spin to notice at first, but Red caught your movement and glanced up, frowning slightly.

“Bathroom,” you mumbled, not waiting for her response as you stepped over legs and made your way toward the staircase.

The moment you stood, Kenny’s eyes followed you.

He didn’t call out to you, didn’t say a word, but the weight of his gaze was unmistakable. You felt it on your back as you climbed the stairs, your heart pounding harder with every step.

The bathroom was quieter, but the faint hum of the party still bled through the walls. You locked the door behind you, leaning against it as you let out a shaky breath. The room smelled faintly of cheap soap and lingering beer, but it was mercifully empty, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

You moved to the sink, setting your empty cup down and gripping the edges of the countertop. Your reflection in the mirror stared back at you, flushed and disheveled, your lipstick slightly smudged. You looked... different. Like the kiss had left its mark on you in a way no one else could see but you couldn’t ignore.

You splashed cold water on your face, the chill shocking enough to clear some of the haze in your mind. But the burning in your chest—the ache that had settled there after Kenny’s lips left yours—refused to go away.

“What the fuck just happened?” you whispered to yourself, your voice cracking slightly.

You’d gone to this party thinking it would be like every other one Red dragged you to. Loud, chaotic, full of people you didn’t really know or care to talk to. You’d planned to stay in the background, maybe have a drink or two, and then sneak out early like you always did.

But a stupid, childish game had changed everything.

You pressed your fingers to your lips, the memory of his kiss replaying in your mind like a broken record. The heat of it, the way his hand had cradled your jaw like you were something fragile, something worth holding onto—it had felt like a moment stolen from someone else’s life. Someone more confident, someone who belonged in a room like that.

Because that wasn’t you. You didn’t belong in Kenny McCormick’s orbit.

You rarely even saw his group outside of parties like this. Sure, you knew them—everyone on campus did. Red had pulled you into their circle a few times, but you always felt like an outsider looking in. Stan, Kyle, Wendy, Bebe, Token—they all had this easy rhythm with each other, this shared history that you weren’t a part of.

And then there was Kenny.

Kenny, who was everything you weren’t—charming, confident, magnetic. He could light up a room just by walking into it, and people flocked to him like moths to a flame. He’d never once seemed uncomfortable or out of place, and even if he was, he hid it well.

You, on the other hand, stuck to the edges of the crowd, watching from the sidelines like you were afraid to get too close. And maybe you were. Because this was what happened when you let yourself get too close—you kissed a boy who would never see it as more than a game, and then you spent the rest of the night trying to hold yourself together.

Your stomach twisted painfully at the thought. Kenny had kissed you, yes, but it hadn’t meant anything to him. He’d kissed you because the bottle told him to, because that was the game. And maybe, for a second, you’d let yourself believe it was more than that. But it wasn’t.

You closed your eyes, gripping the sink tighter.

It was just a kiss. Just a game.

So why did it feel like something had cracked open inside you?

Before you could spiral any further, the doorknob rattled violently behind you. You jumped, spinning around as someone knocked twice.

“Occupied!” you called, your voice sharper than you intended.

A muffled voice replied, “Yeah, no shit. You’ve been in there forever. Can you hurry the fuck up?”

You winced, smoothing your hair quickly as you called back, “One second!”

With a deep breath, you unlocked the door and pulled it open, coming face-to-face with a girl in a too-tight sequined dress holding an empty cup and looking thoroughly unimpressed. She raised her eyebrows and shoved past you without a word, muttering, “Finally,” under her breath.

The hallway felt even more stifling than the bathroom. The faint roar of the party downstairs pressed at your ears, and your pulse quickened at the thought of going back down there. You weren’t ready to face Red or the circle again. Definitely not Kenny.

You needed more time. More space.

Glancing down the hall, you noticed a slightly ajar door at the end, the room beyond it dimly lit by what looked like the glow of a bedside lamp. An empty room. Perfect.

You moved quickly, your heels clicking against the hardwood as you made your way to the door. Pushing it open, you stepped inside—and froze.

A couple was tangled together on the bed, their limbs a blur as they kissed with all the ferocity of two people who had clearly forgotten there was a party happening outside. The girl’s shirt was halfway off, her back arched as the guy kissed his way down her neck, and neither of them noticed you standing there like an idiot.

“Oh my God, shit !” you blurted, stumbling backward.

The girl whipped her head around, her eyes wide. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry! Fuck, sorry!” you stammered, your face burning as you fumbled for the door handle and pulled it shut behind you.

You stood in the hallway for a moment, your pulse racing as you leaned back against the closed door. The embarrassment was immediate and suffocating, but it was nothing compared to the swirling mess of emotions still clinging to you like a second skin.

I can’t go back down there.

You turned away from the door and headed further down the hall, scanning for another empty room. This time, you made sure to listen for voices—or other noises—before cracking open a door and peeking inside.

The next room was empty, its bed neatly made, the faint smell of stale laundry lingering in the air. You slipped inside and closed the door softly behind you, leaning against it as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

Finally, some fucking peace.

You’d been in the room for a few minutes, sitting cross-legged on the bed and staring blankly at the far wall. The initial rush of relief from escaping the party had worn off, leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts and the faint thump of bass vibrating through the floor.

You barely had a chance to think about what you were feeling before the door creaked open. You tensed, your head snapping up as your heart skipped a beat.

“Red, I’m fine,” you said quickly, already anticipating her loud, teasing voice as the door clicked shut again. “I just needed a second. You don’t have to—”

“I’m not Red.”

The voice was smooth, casual, and distinctly male. Your stomach flipped as Kenny stepped into view, leaning back against the now-closed door with his hands shoved casually into the pockets of his leather jacket. His blonde hair was a mess, his jeans ripped and frayed at the knees, his blue eyes gleaming with something that sent a jolt of energy straight through you.

You’d barely turned away from Kenny, gripping the edge of the bed in an effort to calm yourself, when he spoke again, his voice low and maddeningly casual.

“You know, I’ve gotta give it to you,” he said, leaning back against the desk like he owned the place. “You’ve done a pretty good job pretending you don’t have a thing for me.”

The words hit you like a slap. Your head snapped up, and you stared at him, your face burning so hot you were surprised it hadn’t burst into flames. “What?” you blurted, your voice cracking slightly.

Kenny’s smirk widened, and he tilted his head, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “C’mon, [Y/N]. Two years. You’ve been crushing on me since that stupid physics class freshman year. Don’t act like I’m wrong.”

Your stomach twisted violently, a mix of shock and mortification bubbling to the surface. “You’re insane,” you said quickly, though your voice betrayed you with a slight tremor. “I don’t—I don’t have a thing for you.”

“Sure,” Kenny said, dragging the word out with deliberate skepticism. He stepped closer, his leather jacket creaking slightly as he leaned down just enough to catch your gaze. “You’re just up here hiding because you got bored of the party, right? Not because a certain someone kissed you in front of everyone?”

Your throat tightened, and you gritted your teeth, refusing to look at him. “It’s just a game,” you muttered, the words barely audible.

Kenny laughed softly, the sound low and teasing as he straightened up again. “Yeah, maybe. But you weren’t exactly complaining.” He shoved his hands back into his jacket pockets, his grin sharp as he watched you squirm. “Admit it—you’ve been dying to kiss me for years. The game just made it easier for you.”

Your mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. The sheer audacity of his words had knocked the air out of your lungs, and you couldn’t tell if you wanted to punch him or crawl into a hole.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said finally, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Kenny’s smirk didn’t waver. If anything, it deepened. “Probably,” he said, shrugging slightly. “But I’m not wrong, am I?”

Your silence only made him grin wider, and he took another step closer, closing the space between you until he was just a foot away. “You don’t have to be shy about it, you know. It’s kinda flattering.”

“Flattering?” you echoed, incredulous.

“Yeah,” he said, his tone casual but laced with a teasing edge. “You’ve been watching me like I’m the answer to a fucking physics problem for two years, [Y/N]. Kinda nice knowing I’ve got that effect on you.”

Your face burned, and you scowled, finally forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Maybe,” Kenny said, unfazed. His grin softened slightly, his blue eyes studying you with a mix of amusement and something else—something that made your stomach twist all over again. “But I’m not wrong.”

Your hands tightened around the edge of the desk as you searched for something—anything—to say that would wipe that infuriating smirk off his face. But all you could think about was the way his lips had felt on yours, the way his hand had cradled your jaw like you were something he didn’t want to let go of.

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make your pulse spike. “You can tell me I’m wrong, [Y/N]. Say the word, and I’ll leave.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the air between you felt impossibly heavy. He was close enough now that you could see the faint scruff on his jaw, the way his lips curved into a knowing smile.

Kenny’s smirk lingered, sharp and teasing, as he watched you, his blue eyes locking onto yours like he was daring you to react. The air between you was charged, heavy with something you couldn’t name but couldn’t ignore. You should’ve said something, should’ve pushed him away with a sarcastic remark, but instead, you froze, every nerve in your body screaming in anticipation.

“Still quiet, huh?” he said softly, taking another step closer. His hand lifted, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, the touch light but deliberate. “That’s not like you, [Y/N]. You usually have some smart-ass comment ready.”

Your throat tightened, but before you could form a response, he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. “C’mon,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you haven’t been waiting for this.”

And then his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t like the kiss from the game, the one that had left your head spinning in front of everyone. This kiss was something else entirely. It was deliberate, intense, like Kenny had been waiting for this moment just as much as you had. His lips moved with a kind of confidence that made your knees weak, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to pull you closer.

Your heart pounded, your hands moving instinctively to his chest, clutching at the cool leather of his jacket. He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing lightly against yours, sending a rush of heat through your entire body. You couldn’t stop the soft sound that escaped your throat, and he responded by pulling you closer, his other hand settling firmly on your waist.

You should’ve been thinking about a million things—how you’d gotten here, what this meant, what it would mean tomorrow—but all you could think about was him. The way his hands felt so sure against your skin. The way his lips seemed to know exactly how to pull you apart.

But then, like a splash of cold water, the thought crept in: This is what he does.

Kenny McCormick. The guy who could charm anyone with a single grin. The guy who kissed girls like it was a game he was born to win. You’d seen it—heard the stories, watched him with your own eyes as he flirted, teased, hooked up, and moved on without so much as a backward glance.

What made you think this was any different?

And yet, even as the thought surfaced, it didn’t make you stop. If anything, it made you kiss him harder, your hands sliding up to his shoulders as you pressed yourself closer. Because the truth was, you didn’t want this to end—not yet. Not when his hands felt so good on your skin, not when his lips left you breathless with every movement.

Kenny pulled back just slightly, enough to let you breathe, but his lips didn’t go far, brushing lightly against yours as he spoke. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. His hand on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him as his blue eyes flicked over your face. “You’re fucking killing me, [Y/N].”

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. He leaned in again, his lips trailing along your jaw, down to the curve of your neck, where his teeth scraped lightly against your skin. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and your fingers tightened on his shoulders as a soft gasp escaped you.

“Kenny...” you managed, though his name came out more like a plea than anything else.

“Yeah?” he murmured against your skin, his voice dripping with that infuriating, cocky edge. His hand slid from your waist to your hip, his fingers digging in just enough to make your breath catch. “You want me to stop?”

You didn’t answer, but the way your nails dug into his jacket was answer enough. He grinned against your neck, his lips curving into something devilish as he pressed another kiss to your skin, slower this time, more deliberate.

“That’s what I thought,” he said softly, his voice almost a growl.

You didn’t even realize you were moving until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. Kenny followed your movement, his hand leaving your hip to cup the side of your face as he kissed you again, harder this time, like he couldn’t get enough. He walked you back until you were sitting on the edge of the bed, his jacket brushing against your bare knees as he stood between them.

The kiss deepened, his hands moving with a confidence that left no room for doubt. And for the first time that night, you didn’t care about the stories, the rumors, the reputation. None of it mattered—not when he was here, not when his hands were on you, not when he was looking at you like you were the only thing that existed in the world.

You reached for him, tugging at his jacket as your pulse raced, and Kenny smirked against your lips, his hands trailing down your sides as he leaned in closer. His voice was low, teasing, and utterly maddening as he whispered, “Let me guess—you’ve been thinking about this too, huh?”

Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t pull away, your fingers curling tighter into the fabric of his jacket.

“I fucking knew it,” he muttered, his grin sharp as his lips captured yours again, cutting off whatever protest you might’ve had. He bit your bottom lip, but not enough to draw blood, and with a hunger that left no room for coherent thought.

Kenny’s hands were everywhere: tangled in your hair, bunching up the hem of your tiny black dress, skating lower until his fingers grazed over the fabric of your lace panties. Your breath hitched and stuttered between small gasps as his fingers tauntingly traced the intricacies of your black panties while his mouth went to work on your neck.

Your hand gripped his, stopping his fingers that almost dipped into your underwear hemline. Kenny stopped moving, his teeth barely grazing your delicate skin on your neck.

“What’s wrong babe?” He placed a quick kiss on the particular spot he has been sucking at, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Your other hand was still gripping his leather jacket, and you finally opened your eyes to see him looking at you, blue eyes pooled with lust, and it was hard to pull away from him. Hard to deny him what he wanted, which was you .

Kenny’s smirk deepened, his blue eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of charm and intent as he brushed his thumb over your hip. His hand stayed on your neck, his fingers warm against your skin as his lips lingered close to yours.

“You’re scared,” he murmured, his tone soft but dripping with something sharper. His lips moved to your jaw, pressing a kiss there, slow and deliberate. “I can feel it.”

Your breath hitched, and you tried to turn your head, but his grip on your neck was firm enough to stop you. He tilted your face back toward him, his grin sharp as his eyes searched yours. “You’re thinking too much again, babe,” he said, his voice dipping lower. “Why do you always do that? Ruins all the fun.”

You swallowed hard, your grip on his leather jacket tightening as you tried to ground yourself. “Kenny, I don’t—this isn’t—”

“This isn’t what?” he cut in, his voice still soft but edged with mockery. “What you wanted? Because that’s bullshit, and we both know it.” His other hand skimmed up your thigh, his fingers barely grazing the hem of your dress. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me? You’ve been waiting for this, [Y/N]. Don’t act like you haven’t.”

Your face burned, and your breath stuttered. “It’s not—it’s not that simple.”

Kenny’s laugh was low, quiet, and almost cruel. “Sure it is,” he said, leaning in closer until his lips brushed against your ear. “You’ve been watching me for years. Hell, you probably spent all of freshman physics imagining this exact moment. Don’t tell me I’m wrong, babe. You’re not that good at lying.”

You stiffened, your pulse racing as his words sank in. He wasn’t wrong—you knew he wasn’t. But the way he said it, like it was a joke, like it didn’t matter, made something twist in your chest.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you whispered, barely audible.

Kenny chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your neck as his lips trailed lower. “Good ideas are overrated,” he murmured, his teeth grazing your skin. “Besides, what’s the worst that happens? You let yourself have a little fun for once?”

He leaned back slightly, his hand sliding up your side to rest on your waist. His blue eyes locked onto yours, his grin still in place but softer now, almost coaxing. “Look, babe. You don’t have to pretend to be nervous. It’s me. You’ve had a crush on me for years, and now you’ve got me right here, all over you. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Your breath hitched again, and your hands twitched against his jacket, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. His words cut through your defenses, twisting your thoughts until you couldn’t tell what was real anymore.

“Or,” Kenny continued, his voice dropping even lower, his smirk growing sharper, “are you scared because you know this won’t be just some sweet little kiss you’ll forget about tomorrow? You’re scared because you want it too much.”

You stared at him, your mind spinning. Every nerve in your body screamed at you to stop, to step back, to think this through. But you couldn’t—not with his hands on you, his lips brushing against your skin, his voice wrapping around you like a velvet rope.

“I...” Your voice faltered, and Kenny leaned in again, capturing your lips in another kiss before you could finish.

This time, there was nothing soft about it. His lips moved against yours with a confidence that made your knees weak, his hands pulling you closer like he couldn’t stand to have even an inch of space between you. His tongue brushed against yours, and the heat that followed burned through any remaining shred of resistance you had.

His fingers slid to the edge of your panties again, teasingly tracing the hem as he kissed you harder, his lips leaving you breathless. Your thoughts blurred, every rational part of your brain shutting down as you melted into his touch.

“See?” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough but tinged with amusement. “You just needed someone to help you relax. I’m good at that, babe.”

Your fingers curled into his jacket, your body moving on instinct as his hand slipped lower, brushing against the lace with deliberate slowness.

“Just let it happen, [Y/N],” he whispered, his grin evident in his tone as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Stop fighting it. Stop thinking so fucking much. You’ve been waiting for this. Let yourself have it.”

His words wrapped around you, warm and commanding, until you couldn’t remember why you’d ever hesitated.

Kenny’s hand slid beneath the lacy edge of your panties, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the slick heat of your clit. You gasped against his mouth, your legs opening further without even realizing it.

His thumb grazed over your swollen nub once, twice, then three times in quick succession before he stopped. Kenny withdrew his fingers with an almost satisfied smirk on his lips as if daring you to protest.

The brain fog was real, yes you did want this, you want Kenny, but did Kenny want you in the same way you wanted him? You were basically in his lap now, and you could feel his chest pressed against your back, his head on your shoulder and arms wrapped lazily on your waist. His slender fingers pinched at your clit, almost to remind you to stop worrying, to stop thinking .

Kenny’s fingers worked their magic, slow and deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world. The lazy circles he traced over your clit were maddening, every stroke sending jolts of electricity through your body. You gasped, your back arching instinctively as his other hand tightened on your waist, keeping you steady, keeping you his.

“See?” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? All you had to do was let go, babe.”

His voice was like a drug, thick and intoxicating, making it impossible to think straight. The questions buzzing at the edge of your mind—about what this meant, about whether he’d still want you tomorrow—faded into a haze of desire as he dipped his fingers lower.

Kenny’s slender fingers slid between your folds, slick and warm, his movements unhurried but devastatingly precise. His thumb pressed firmly against your clit while his middle finger teased at your entrance, dipping in just enough to make you gasp before retreating.

“God, you’re so worked up,” he teased, his grin evident in his voice. “All for me, huh? Admit it—you’ve been thinking about this for years.”

Your breath hitched, and you couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips as his finger finally slipped inside you, curling slightly to hit just the right spot.

“Kenny,” you gasped, your voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah, babe?” His tone was cocky, playful, but there was an edge of satisfaction there, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but another flick of his thumb over your clit left you breathless, your head falling back against his shoulder. He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your neck as he pressed a kiss there, slow and deliberate.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his fingers moving deeper, working you open with agonizing precision. “You’re so fucking cute when you stop pretending to have it all together.”

His free hand slid up your side, bunching the fabric of your dress higher until it pooled around your hips. You were completely exposed now, and the thought should’ve embarrassed you, but Kenny’s touch made it impossible to care. His hand moved back to your waist, holding you firmly in place as his fingers continued their slow, deliberate rhythm inside you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered, his voice rougher now, his breathing heavier as his thumb pressed harder against your clit. “It’s like you’ve been waiting for me to ruin you.”

Your chest rose and fell in short, shallow breaths, every nerve in your body alive with sensation. His words sent another shiver down your spine, the heat pooling low in your belly growing stronger with every second.

“Kenny,” you whimpered again, your hands clutching at his jacket as your thighs trembled around his wrist.

“Relax, babe,” he said, his tone both commanding and soothing, like he was unraveling you one word at a time. “I’ve got you. Just let me take care of you.”

His thumb moved faster, his fingers curling and twisting inside you in a way that made you feel like you were going to come undone at any moment. The pleasure was overwhelming, and all the doubts and fears that had plagued you before were drowned out by the relentless wave of sensation crashing over you.

“You feel so fucking good, [Y/N],” Kenny whispered, his voice thick with heat. “God, I’ve been waiting for this. You don’t even know.”

The words made your heart twist in a confusing mix of desire and doubt, but his thumb flicked over your clit again, and the thought vanished, replaced by a soft cry that you couldn’t hold back.

“That’s it,” Kenny murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Good girl. Just let go.”

Your breathing was ragged, every nerve in your body ablaze as Kenny’s fingers continued their slow, overstimulating work. His lips brushed along the curve of your neck, teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. The world outside this room faded entirely—there was only him, his touch, his voice, the intoxicating way he made you feel like nothing else mattered.

Before you realized what you were doing, you turned your head, capturing his lips in a kiss that was clumsy and desperate, all teeth and tongue. Kenny stilled for a moment, surprised, but then he grinned against your mouth, his fingers curling inside you as he kissed you back with just as much fervor.

“Finally,” he muttered against your lips, his voice teasing but thick with heat. “Thought you’d never—”

You didn’t let him finish. Your hands moved on their own, pawing at the leather of his jacket, tugging at it with a kind of frantic urgency that made him laugh softly against your mouth.

“You want it off, babe?” he asked, his tone dripping with smug amusement.

“Shut up,” you muttered, tugging harder, your fingers fumbling with the collar as Kenny pulled back slightly, grinning down at you.

“Alright, alright,” he said, shrugging out of the jacket with practiced ease, the worn leather falling to the floor with a heavy thud. His hands returned to you immediately, one sliding up to cup your face as he kissed you again, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that made your knees weak.

Your hands moved to the hem of his shirt next, tugging at the fabric in your haste to feel more of him. Kenny chuckled against your lips, his hands pausing just long enough to pull the shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side.

The sight of him—bare-chested, his lean frame covered in faint scars and old bruises, his messy blonde hair falling into his eyes—made your breath hitch. He looked every bit as dangerous as he felt, and it made your stomach twist in the best possible way.

“Happy now?” he teased, his lips curving into that familiar, cocky smirk as he caught your wrist and brought your hand to his chest, letting your fingers splay across his warm skin.

You didn’t answer, too focused on the way his skin felt under your fingertips, the way his muscles tensed and flexed as he moved. Kenny seemed to enjoy your distraction, his grin widening as his hands found the straps of your dress, his fingers toying with the thin fabric.

“Let’s even the playing field, huh?” he murmured, his voice low and rough as he slid one strap down your shoulder, then the other.

Your breath hitched again, and you swallowed hard as the fabric slipped lower, pooling at your waist and leaving your chest completely exposed. Kenny’s blue eyes darkened as they swept over you, his grin softening into something more intimate, though no less wicked.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, his voice quiet but heavy with heat. His hand came up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing lightly over your nipple in a way that made your whole body shiver. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your face burning as his mouth found your collarbone, trailing kisses down to the swell of your chest. His hands were everywhere now—your waist, your thighs, your bare skin—pulling you closer, urging you to let go completely.

The heat between you was suffocating, Kenny’s lips moving against your neck, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough of you. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, too overwhelmed to focus on anything but him—his touch, his scent, the way he made you feel like every nerve in your body was alight.

You shifted in his lap without thinking, your legs straddling him as you tried to get closer, to feel more. That was when you noticed it—the hardness pressing against you through his jeans, hot and insistent. A soft gasp escaped your lips, but you didn’t pull back. If anything, your body moved on instinct, your hips rolling slowly against him.

The reaction was immediate. Kenny groaned low in his throat, his hands tightening on your hips as he rocked up to meet you. “Fuck, [Y/N],” he muttered, his voice rough with want. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

The sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moving again, the friction igniting a fire in your belly. Kenny’s head tipped back slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips parted, another soft groan escaping him.

“You don’t even realize what you’re doing, do you?” he said, his voice low and breathless, though the teasing edge was still there. His hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements as you continued to grind against him, your breaths coming quicker with every roll of your hips.

Your hands braced against his chest, your fingers splayed across his bare skin as you tried to ground yourself, but the feel of his hard length pressing against you through the rough fabric of his jeans made your head spin. Kenny’s eyes opened, half-lidded and dark with lust, and his lips curved into a wicked grin.

“[Y/N],” he said, his voice softer now, his thumbs brushing lazy circles over your hips. “You wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”

The question caught you off guard, your movements faltering slightly as your heart pounded in your chest. “I...” you started, your voice barely audible, but Kenny didn’t let you finish.

“C’mon, babe,” he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup your face as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “You’re already driving me fucking crazy. Let’s see if that pretty mouth of yours feels as good as it looks.”

Your face burned at his words, your pulse racing as you realized what he was asking. His grin widened, sensing your hesitation, and he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

“You don’t have to, you know,” he said, his voice low and coaxing, though the look in his eyes made it clear how much he wanted this. “But I’m pretty sure you want to.”

His hands moved back to your waist, his fingers tracing light patterns over your skin as he gave you time to respond. The intensity of his gaze, the heat of his body pressed against yours—it was all too much. Your thoughts blurred again, your body moving almost on its own as you leaned forward, capturing his lips in another kiss that was just as desperate as the first.

“Good girl,” Kenny murmured against your lips, his voice dripping with approval as he leaned back slightly, his hands guiding you lower.

Your hands trembled slightly as they moved to the waistband of Kenny’s jeans, fingers brushing against the cool metal of his belt buckle. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your palms and the intense way his blue eyes bore into yours only added to your nerves. You tugged at the leather strap, unbuckling his belt with a quick, jerky movement, the sound of the metal clinking loud in the quiet room.

Kenny didn’t rush you. He leaned back slightly, propping himself up on his elbows, his grin lazy but sharp as his gaze followed your every move. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. “You’re doing good, babe.”

You bit your lip, fumbling with the button of his jeans, the zipper sliding down with an almost deafening sound. Your heart pounded in your chest as you glanced up at him, your fingers hesitating just above the waistband of his boxers.

“What’s the matter?” Kenny asked, tilting his head slightly, the smirk on his lips softening into something that almost resembled concern. “You nervous?”

“I just...” you trailed off, your voice barely audible. Your face felt impossibly hot, the weight of his gaze making your skin prickle as you tried to focus on the task at hand.

Kenny sat up then, his hand cupping your cheek as he tilted your face toward him. “Hey,” he said softly, his tone coaxing but firm. “Don’t overthink it, [Y/N]. You’ve come this far. You can handle it.” His thumb brushed lightly over your skin, the gesture both soothing and maddeningly intimate.

Your breath hitched, and you nodded slightly, though the hesitation still lingered. Kenny’s grin returned, sharper this time, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”

The way he said it—low, husky, and dripping with intent—sent a shiver down your spine. Your fingers curled into the waistband of his boxers, and Kenny chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin.

“There’s my girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to rest lightly on yours. “Just pull ‘em down. I promise, you’re gonna like what you see.”

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as you finally tugged at the fabric, exposing him. Kenny hissed softly as the cool air hit him, his hand moving to rest on the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough as he leaned back on his elbows again, his head tipping back slightly. His blue eyes, half-lidded and dark with lust, found yours again, and his lips curved into a wicked grin. “Go on, babe. Don’t be shy.”

Your breath stuttered, the heat between you almost suffocating as you leaned closer. Kenny’s hand tightened slightly in your hair, his voice dropping even lower as he murmured, “That’s it. Just use that pretty mouth of yours. I know you can make me feel good.”

You leaned closer, your breath warm against his length as your lips parted, your hands trembling slightly as they steadied themselves on his thighs. The heat radiating from his skin, the weight of his gaze on you, and the teasing smirk still playing on his lips all sent your nerves spiraling.

Tentatively, you leaned in, your lips brushing over the sensitive tip as you gave an experimental lick. Kenny’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in your hair, though his voice remained soft, coaxing. “Just like that, babe. Don’t be shy.”

Your cheeks burned, but his encouragement spurred you on. You opened your mouth wider, taking him in slowly, though the unfamiliar sensation made you hesitate. Kenny groaned low in his throat, his hips shifting slightly as you moved, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck, [Y/N],” he muttered, his voice rough and low. His fingers stroked the back of your head, gentle but firm as he guided your movements. “You’re doing good, babe. Just take it slow.”

His words were a strange mix of comforting and maddening, your heart racing as you worked to find a rhythm. The weight of him in your mouth was foreign, your inexperience making your movements clumsy, but Kenny didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it more, his groans deepening every time you adjusted or tried something new.

“Use your tongue,” he murmured, his voice strained but still laced with that teasing edge. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you’re a natural, babe.”

Your hands gripped his thighs harder as you moved, the heat between you building with every second. Kenny’s breathing grew heavier, his groans spilling from his lips in low, husky tones that made your own body flush with heat. His guidance was constant, his fingers tangled in your hair as he urged you to go a little deeper, to hollow your cheeks, to let him guide you just a little more.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he muttered, his voice almost a growl now. “So good, [Y/N]. Just keep going. Don’t stop.”

The praise made your chest tighten, your movements becoming more confident as you focused on the way his body reacted, the way his hips bucked slightly when you hit the right spot. The tension in his body coiled tighter, his groans breaking into uneven breaths as he threw his head back, his grip in your hair tightening.

“Fuck, [Y/N],” he gasped, his voice rough and strained. “I’m close. Just—just keep going.”

And then it happened. A sudden, warm rush that caught you completely off guard, the taste unfamiliar and overwhelming as it spilled into your mouth. You froze, your eyes wide, unsure of what to do, but Kenny’s hand in your hair kept you steady, his voice breathless as he murmured, “Just swallow, babe. It’s okay.”

Your heart pounded, your body moving on instinct as you followed his words, though your mind raced with panic. When it was over, you pulled back quickly, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand as you tried to process what had just happened.

“Hey,” Kenny said softly, his voice still rough from his release but now tinged with amusement. He leaned forward, his hand cupping your cheek as he tilted your face toward him. “Relax. You did fucking amazing.”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, the kiss slow but insistent. You stiffened at first, the taste of him still on your lips, but Kenny didn’t let you pull away. His tongue slid against yours, his grip on your face firm but gentle as he deepened the kiss.

“You taste fucking perfect,” he murmured against your lips, his grin wicked as he leaned back slightly to look at you. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Your cheeks burned, and you looked away, the weight of his words and the intensity of his gaze making your stomach twist. Kenny chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he tilted your face back to meet his eyes.

“Don’t overthink it, babe,” he said, his voice low but coaxing. “You were fucking perfect.”

Kenny’s grin widened as he pulled back, his hands moving to your hips as he guided you to lay back on the bed. The soft fabric of the mattress pressed against your back, the weight of his presence above you making your heart race. He brushed his blonde hair out of his eyes, the smirk on his lips as lazy as ever, but the fire in his gaze sent a shiver through you.

“You ready to have some real fun, babe?” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with intent. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down and tossing them to the side in one smooth motion.

Your breath hitched as the reality of what was about to happen hit you all at once. Panic bubbled up, and before he could move further, you reached out, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “Kenny, wait,” you said quickly, your voice trembling slightly. “Do you... do you have a condom?”

Kenny blinked, momentarily surprised by your question, before his smirk returned, softer this time but still sharp around the edges. “Relax, babe,” he said, his voice soothing as his free hand trailed up your side, his thumb brushing over your bare skin. “I’ll pull out. I promise.”

Your stomach twisted, doubt flickering in your chest even as his touch sent your pulse skyrocketing. “I don’t know, Kenny,” you said, your voice quieter now, unsure.

He leaned down, bracing himself on his forearm as his lips brushed against your ear. “[Y/N],” he murmured, his tone soft but commanding, “I’ve got this. It won’t hurt a bit. You trust me, don’t you?”

The weight of his words made your chest tighten, and you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself. Kenny grinned against your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your skin as his hand slid back down to your waist, his fingers brushing against the hem of your panties.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his lips curving into a wicked grin as he trailed kisses down your collarbone. “Just relax. I’ll make sure you love every second of it.”

You gasp as Kenny’s fingers slide to the elastic of your panties, slowly tugging them down until the cool air brushes your skin. His eyes trace every inch of your now-exposed body, his gaze lingering with a mix of hunger and admiration before meeting yours.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly, low, and thick with desire.

The first brush of his thumb over your most sensitive spot sends a shockwave through you, your breath catching in your throat. The sensation is electric, but it’s nothing compared to what follows—the warm, deliberate slide of his length against you. The heat of him against your slick skin makes your back arch, your body reacting instinctively to the overwhelming sensation.

Kenny doesn’t look away. His eyes remain locked on yours as he teases further, nudging himself against your entrance with painstaking slowness. Each movement is deliberate, each shift drawing out the anticipation until the first stretch pulls a sharp gasp from your lips.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice soft but commanding. “It’s gonna feel so good, babe.”

The first push feels impossibly tight, your body struggling to adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion, and you gasp again, the sharpness of the sensation stealing the breath from your lungs. Kenny pauses, his lips brushing yours as his hands settle on your hips, grounding you.

“You’ve got this,” he reassures you, his voice a low rasp. “Just let me take care of you.”

The slow stretch continues, his movements deliberate and steady, giving you time to adjust as he sinks deeper. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, pulling him closer, your arms moving to his neck as you cling to him. Your fingers grip at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you bury your face against his neck, trying to ride out the sharp edge of discomfort that lingers.

“You feel amazing,” he groans, his voice tight, roughened with restraint. “So tight, babe. So damn good.”

His words send another jolt through you, and you exhale shakily as the discomfort begins to ease, the stretch giving way to a warmth that makes your body tremble. Kenny’s hips rock gently, a slow, lazy rhythm that pulls a soft moan from your lips.

“There you go,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the curve of your shoulder. “See? I told you it’d feel good.”

The deep timbre of his voice, the way it vibrates against your skin, only intensifies the sensations coursing through you. Your nails rake against his back, leaving faint welts as your body instinctively moves with him, your hips meeting his in slow, deliberate motions.

“Kenny...” you whisper, the word slipping from your lips unbidden as the heat between you builds.

“Yeah, babe?” His grin is audible in his voice, though there’s a roughness to it now, a hint of strain as he fights to keep his movements steady. “You feel so good. I could stay like this forever.”

Each roll of his hips pulls a broken sound from your throat, the slow, deliberate rhythm becoming something more as the heat coils tighter in your belly. Kenny’s hands grip your waist, his movements becoming slightly firmer, more confident, as he pushes you closer to the edge.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes again, his words low and reverent. His lips find yours in a kiss that is both tender and consuming, a perfect balance of raw passion and unspoken connection as the rhythm of his body claims every inch of yours.

A ragged gasp tore from Kenny’s lips as he buried his face against your neck, his breath hot and uneven against your skin. “God,” he rasped, his voice thick and strained, his movements growing erratic. “I’m close.”

His grip on your hips tightened as he drove into you deeper, each thrust more insistent than the last. The tension in his body coiled tighter, his breath catching in a guttural groan as he pressed himself fully against you. The world blurred as you clung to him, your nails raking across his back as you gasped his name, your own body trembling beneath the force of him.

“[Y/N],” he groaned, his voice breaking as his rhythm faltered. With one final, shuddering thrust, he stilled, his entire body taut as a low, desperate sound escaped his throat. His release hit like a surge of heat, a wave of sensation that made you shiver as he held you close, his forehead pressed against yours.

Kenny’s breathing was uneven, his lips brushing over your jaw as he murmured, “You’re incredible.” His words were raw, broken, carrying a weight that made your chest tighten. The warmth between you pulsed with the aftershocks of his release, his grip on your waist softening as he ran his hand down your back, grounding you both.

The tension in your body snapped moments later, your own pleasure unraveling in a dizzying, all-consuming wave. Your legs tightened around him, a choked cry spilling from your lips as you arched into him, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. His name fell from your mouth like a prayer, your voice breathless and hoarse as you trembled against him.

Kenny held you through it, his hands steadying you as he pressed soft, lingering kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your lips. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, a thread of satisfaction lacing his words. “Just let it all go.”

When the storm passed, a calm settled over the room, the only sound the soft hum of your breathing mixing with his. He didn’t move, his body still pressed against yours as his hands roamed your back in slow, soothing circles. The heat between you was still tangible, still buzzing, but the intensity had softened, replaced by something quieter, something that made you hesitate to pull away.

Kenny smiled, a faint, crooked grin tugging at his lips as he looked down at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You okay, babe?” he asked, his voice warm but teasing, the familiar edge of his charm still lingering.

You nodded, your chest still rising and falling with each heavy breath. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m okay.”

Your breaths came shallow and uneven as the weight of what had just happened pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket. Kenny still hovered above you, his messy blonde hair falling into his eyes, the familiar smirk on his lips lazy and satisfied. The heat of the moment was fading, replaced by a sinking, gnawing sensation in your stomach.

He hadn’t pulled out.

The realization hit you all at once, making your chest tighten as panic bubbled to the surface. You sat up slowly, pulling the crumpled fabric of your dress around yourself as you tried to form a coherent thought, but your voice felt lodged in your throat.

Kenny leaned back on his knees, running a hand through his hair before reaching for his jeans. His movements were unhurried, his expression still smug as he buttoned his pants. He looked over at you, noticing the tension in your posture, and grinned.

“Damn,” he said, his voice gravelly but playful. “You were something else, babe.”

Before you could respond, a sharp knock on the door startled you both.

“Hey!” someone called from the other side. “Hurry the fuck up, man. People are starting to wonder where you went!”

Kenny smirked, throwing a glance toward the door. “I’ll be out in a minute!” he yelled back, his tone light and teasing. “Try not to miss me too much!”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to laugh. The lump in your throat grew heavier as you tugged the straps of your dress back onto your shoulders, your heart racing as you replayed everything in your mind. The regret was creeping in now, sharp and cold, but before you could fully grasp it, Kenny turned his attention back to you.

He pulled his shirt over his head, his grin widening when he noticed your wide eyes and tense shoulders. “What’s the look for?” he teased, leaning down to grab his jacket from the floor. “You’re not freaking out on me, are you?”

Your lips parted, but the words were slow to come. “Kenny,” you started, your voice trembling slightly. “You said... you said you’d pull out.”

For a fleeting moment, his grin faltered, but it was quickly replaced with the same casual, cocky smirk that made your stomach twist. “Yeah, well,” he said, shrugging as he slung his jacket over his shoulder. “Guess I got a little caught up in the moment. You’re just that good.”

The flippancy of his words hit you like a punch to the gut, and the panic bubbling inside you surged to the surface. “Kenny, I—”

“Relax,” he interrupted, cutting you off as he straightened up. “You’re fine, babe. It’s not a big deal.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening as the meaning of his words sank in. He was already pulling on his jacket, his eyes flicking toward the door like he had somewhere more important to be.

“Was this—was this all just a game to you?” you asked, your voice trembling despite your efforts to steady it.

Kenny paused, his hand on the doorknob. He turned to look at you, his blue eyes glinting with something unreadable before his smirk returned, sharper this time. “Look,” he said, his tone smooth and casual, “it was fun, right? No hard feelings .”

Your stomach dropped. The words felt like a slap, cold and dismissive, confirming every fear that had gnawed at the back of your mind.

He opened the door, stepping into the hallway as voices from the party below drifted into the room. “See you around, [Y/N],” he said, throwing you one last grin before disappearing into the noise.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone in the dimly lit bedroom. The silence felt deafening, the sinking feeling in your chest impossible to ignore. You pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as your mind raced.

You’d been played. And the worst part was, you’d let it happen.

[justthisgirlsworld]

do you have any makeup advice?

Hi sweetheart! Thank you so much for your question!

Ah makeup, trust me when I say, it takes time.

Experimentation is the key, honestly. I look back on how I did my makeup, even a year ago, and cringe heavily. But that’s the point, it’s a form of self expression. It’s to fit your features and to make you feel happy and confident! At the end of the day, if you end up feeling happy and confident, you’re doing it right.

I think I only really started to become “good” at makeup after breaking up with my ex, lmao? I’m very competitive, so, it was this urge to look better than he was. And he got into a relationship straight away anyway with a weirdo who spits on the floor, so we’re good.

Always put on moisturiser if you’re doing anything to your skin. I like washing my face with a cleanser, Cera Ve, and then going in with their spf morning moisturiser. It just helps your makeup stick a little better, and makes it look less crusty.

Then, I don’t quite like how heavy foundation feels? So I will use concealer in its place. It makes it look a little less natural, and it’s a bit lighter. I’ll put it over any blemishes, and usually a little bit over my eyes. Then with a beauty blender (which you wet beforehand and squeeze out the water, to make it expand. I didn’t know this at first until my mum told me I was doing it wrong lol,) you just lightly dab and blend everything out. Try to press the foundation/concealer into your skin, it makes it seemingly last a bit longer.

When it comes to eye makeup, it look me a while to get it right. Especially eyeliner. Yes, I fell victim to the 2020 chunky wings, I don’t want to talk about it.

I started going in with a nude colour, slightly darker than my skin. I would then slide on some iridescent eyeshadow, and wipe off any excess, just to give it a bit of depth and shimmer. Then, I go in with an eyeliner pencil. I do this on my bottom waterline, as well as very lightly going over my lash line. I’ll then go in with liquid eyeliner. Now, depending on the day, this can either go right first try, or I sit getting incredibly frustrated, attempting to get it right.

So, in the event that it’s the latter, micellar water actually removes liquid eyeliner really well. I’d you get a bit of it on a cotton pad, or even a bit of toilet roll, it just wipes it straight off so you can try again. Make sure to dab your skin dry though, or it can dry out the liquid eyeliner if there’s any excess micellar water left on the skin.

I don’t do any bronzer or anything, because I am ridiculously pale and would end up looking MENTAL. But, if you suit it, then there are many really good tutorials over on TikTok.

As for blush, I’m a bit of a weirdo with it? Again, I’m super pale, but I also love how Sabrina Carpenter’s blush looks. She always looks really dewey and youthful. So I started using a big, fluffy brush, and using shimmery pink eyeshadow as blush. I felt it matched how pale I was more, whilst also giving me some extra shine and light to my face. It doubles as highlighter and blush in one.

Lips are a struggle for me. Sometimes, very occasionally, I’ll put a bit of red lipstick on. But it only works for me sometimes. I find just a simple clear gloss is so effective. It looks classy and sophisticated. However, there are so many tutorials over on TikTok for different lip types, skin tones and other factors that might make you want to consider an alternative.

I really hope any of this helps! Have lovey day.

[angelbambifemme]

makeup routine? (If you have one)

OHH yes, this is so fun!

My makeup takes a lot of inspiration from the 1940s-50s and some of those old, romantic Victorian paintings. I like my makeup natural but still glamorous.

I always start with splashing my face with warm water first, pat dry with a towel (do NOT scrub!) then use moisturizer. (This step is always very important!)

Then I apply Hydro Grip Primer for my face and eyelids, gently rub into skin, then pat down your face with your hands to really soak in the primer. Primer helps to make your makeup glide on smoother and make it last longer. It also makes your skin appear smoother!

I take a light brown eyeshadow and apply it into the creases of my eyelids. This helps to give your eyes a bigger look to them! Then I'll take just a *slightly* darker color to the previous one and apply it into the creases of my eyelid at the outer corners of the eye. Don't go into the inner corner! This gives your eyes a sunken appearance. Of course, you can switch this up in any way to match the structure of your face and eyes. If it helps, my face is oval-shaped and I have high set cheekbones and slightly upturned eyes.

After this, I take a light shimmery shade that's either the color of my skin, or a slightly off white color. I apply this to the center of my eyelids to make my eyes look brighter and more awake. Then I'll take the light brown color that I started with and go back into the creases of my eyes to sort of even out that shading and give it more blur. Only use a little bit; you don't want to completely shade out that darker color that you used on the outer corners earlier!

Then after the eyeshadow is finished, I take a light brown gel eyeliner and carefully draw a line on the center at the base of my lashes. (You can also use black! Preferably a gel liner because liquid liner is just a bit too bold for this look.) You don't want to go into the inner corner, and definitely not too much into the outer corner. This makes your eyes appear more awake.

I use this makeup tutorial as inspiration for my eye look. Of course, some of it is definitely modified to my liking.

Then after this, I'll use a slightly slanted brush and then gently blend out that line so that it's not too bold. Then I'll use the eyeliner at the bottom of my eyes just under my bottom lashes, draw three little dots. All spaced out just a little! Then I'll go back in with that slanted brush and blend it; making sure it's just subtle and kind of barely there looking. Then I'll draw a very small wing extending from the outer corner of my eye. I'm not a fan of the big/bold graphic wing looks. I like the wing to be very small and natural.

After this I'll take my light brown gel liner again (use whatever matches your hair color; I use the brown gel liner because I'm ginger and it matches my brownish-orangeish hair color)

Then I apply it to my eyebrows in a very subtle manner. I don't like my eyebrows too dark. You don't have to use the eyeliner by the way, you can also use your eyebrow pencil if you want! I like to keep my eyebrows on the thinner side, as thicker eyebrows aren't really my style. If it helps, I take inspiration from the 1960s model Dame Lesley Lawson - AKA Twiggy, when doing my brows. I keep them very light and thin.

The only difference is that I usually don't angle the tail ends *too* high. I'm not Marilyn Monroe, even if I wish I was.

After the brows are done, I use an eyeshadow that is the same color as my skin and apply it on the brow bone under my eyebrow.

It give your eyebrows that lifted look, and also makes your eyes appear bigger.

And now it's mascara time! I usually use black mascara because I like my eyes to pop! Apply generously to your top lashes (especially focusing on those outer corners) and then sparingly to your bottom lashes. Note: I don't usually wear fake lashes, but those are fine and welcome if you want to.

Now, I don't usually use foundation at all because my skin is good enough to where I feel I don't need it, but sometimes I like to mix stuff up! I like to apply a very small amount because I don't like to cake on foundation.

I like my skin to have that nice, natural smooth look. I always wet my makeup sponge with warm water and dab some foundation on a piece of toilet paper. You can also use the back of your hand!

Then I will dab the sponge gently onto my forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, and neck. You don't want your color of your face to contrast with the skin on your neck and chest. Make sure to blend it out nicely. Then I use "Dew You Boo" setting spray and spray my face and neck a few times. I don't use setting powder because I'm not a fan of the matte look. I like my skin to have that natural dewy glow to it.

Then I go in with a light dusty reddish-pink powder blush and rub it from my temple to my cheekbones, the tip of my nose, and chin. Then I use a shimmery highlighter from my eyeshadow palette and use my finger to rub it on my cheek bones, the inner corners of my eye, the bridge of my nose, and the tip of my nose to give my skin a shimmery and glowy look.

Last but not least, lipstick! My favorite shade to use is Revlon's Rum Raisin. I don't like to apply it very heavy. I just use one small swipe and then rub my lips together. Lipgloss is optional. <3

Ta-da! You're finished!

PS: Sorry if this was unnecessarily long and complicated. OTL I'm bad at explaining my process with my makeup honestly. ;u;

[belladoesmakeup]

Hey guys,

I have tried a lot of makeup brands over the years and one of the favourites is Nars. I have used all their foundations, blushers, mascaras over the years but never really tried a eyeshadow palette from them. While I was browsing the John Lewis summer sale a few weeks ago I spotted a bargain I couldn't not buy so I decided to treat myself to the NARS Cool Crush Eyeshadow Palette , reduced to £28.00 from £56.00.

I've seen colour stories in palettes from Nars before that didn't really match what I would wear but when I saw this palette I knew I had to add it to my collection. This palette has a gorgeous mix of every day nude tones mixed with fun pops of colour, I mean look at how pretty the blue tones are! Honestly I'm obsessed. This palette has a mixture of matte and shimmer shades so you can go from a soft nude matte look to a beautiful shimmery glowy eye!

Personally I'm really impressed at how pigmented each shade in the palette is, they blend like a dream and last all day. I'm slightly annoyed at myself for taking so long to try out Nars eyeshadows but now I really get the hype of this palette. Soon I'll be filming a tutorial on my Tik Tok using this palette so keep an eye out for that.

As always all products mentioned in this blog post are linked above.

Lots of love

Bella x x

[hazeltailofficial]

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Master the 80's Punk Makeup Look: Step-by-Step Guide

The 80's punk rock era was all about bold, rebellious looks that made a statement.

If you're ready to channel your inner punk rock chick, this makeup tutorial will guide you through every step to achieve that edgy, vibrant look. Get ready to experiment with colors and unleash your creativity!

Prep Your Canvas: Primers and Bases

Before diving into the colors, it's essential to prepare your skin to ensure your makeup lasts and stays vibrant.

First, apply a good quality eye primer over your eyelids. This step is crucial as it helps the eyeshadow colors to pop and stay in place throughout the day. For this tutorial, we used a combination of two primers to suit our skin tone perfectly.

Next, make sure to prime your lower lash line. This will not only keep the eyeshadow in place but also enhance the color intensity, making your punk makeup look stand out even more.

Bold Eyes: Creating the Perfect Punk Look

Now that your base is set, let's move on to the eyes, the centerpiece of any punk makeup look.

Step 1: Apply Shimmery Orange Eyeshadow

Start with a shimmery orange eyeshadow, like the NARS Scorching Sun.

Using a fluffy brush, apply the eyeshadow all over your eyelid. The fluffy brush helps in both application and blending, giving you a seamless finish.

Extend the eyeshadow outwards, almost reaching the edge of your eyebrows for that dramatic punk effect.

Step 2: Add Depth with Dark Brown Eyeshadow

Take a dark, sparkly brown eyeshadow (like Hard Candy’s Pinup) on a smaller, blending brush.

Gently apply this on the top of the crease and blend upwards. This will create depth and dimension.

Make sure to keep the inner corner light and gradually darken towards the outer corner for a striking contrast.

Step 3: Highlight the Brow Bone

Use a light, shimmery eyeshadow to highlight the brow bone.

Apply it just under your eyebrows to lift and define the area, enhancing the overall look.

Step 4: Add a Pop of Blue on the Lower Lash Line

For an added punk rock flair, apply a sparkly blue eyeshadow (such as Lancome's Indigo) along the lower lash line.

Use a pencil brush to carefully blend it in, ensuring the color stays vibrant and in place.

Finishing Touches: Eyeliner, Brows, and Blush

No punk makeup look is complete without these final touches.

Step 1: Line Your Eyes

Apply a black eyeliner to your waterline. This will make your eyes pop and add intensity.

For an extra edgy look, line the upper lash line as well, using a sharp eyeliner brush for precision.

Step 2: Define Your Brows

Use a brow product like Paula Dorf's Brunette to fill in and shape your eyebrows.

Aim for a rounded shape rather than an arch for a softer, yet still bold, appearance.

Step 3: Apply Blush and Blend

Choose a soft, bronzy blush like the Body Shop's Bronze to add structure to your face.

Apply it along your temples and cheeks for a sculpted look.

Blend it out with a softer blush, such as NARS Orgasm, to avoid harsh lines and achieve a more natural finish.

Lips: Subtle Yet Chic

Finish off your look with the perfect lip color.

Opt for a subtle lip gloss like Lancome's No. 22, which adds a hint of color without overpowering your bold eye makeup.

For an extra touch of punk, consider adding a bit of black lipstick on the bottom lip.

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How to Steal the Spotlight with These Trendy Party Makeup Tutorials          

If you are wondering how to be the diva at next Friday's Party, you are at the right place! Here, you will find the best makeup tutorials from the expert. So, no beating around the bush, let’s start with the party makeup suggestions that will make everyone look back and say, “Who’s this gorgeous!?”

Shimmery Eyes

Eyes speak more than your lips. So, let it be the highlight of your look. To create shimmery eyes, apply eye primer, then a matte transition shade in the crease. Use a flat brush to apply shimmery eyeshadow on the lid. Highlight the inner corners and brow bone. Optionally, add eyeliner. Finish with mascara and setting spray for a glowing, vibrant look.

Glossy Lips

For glossy lips, begin by exfoliating to smooth them out. Apply a hydrating lip balm, then outline your lips with a matching lip liner. Fill in with lipstick or tinted balm. Complete the look with a clear or tinted lip gloss for a shiny, luscious effect. Our expert adds: “No party makeup is complete without glossy lips.”

Rhinestone Accents

Add adhesive rhinestone accents to your look to stand out at the party and in photos. We love using them to highlight the corners of the eyes.

First, apply a shimmery eyeshadow, like our Jumbo Eye Pencil in Cottage Cheese, to your lids. Next, create a dramatic wing on your upper lash line with your favorite liquid eyeliner (we recommend Vivid Matte Liquid Liner). Once the liner is dry, adhere small rhinestones to the inner corners of your eyes and at the outer edge of your wing. This eye-catching and striking makeup effect is perfect for getting into the party spirit.

Major Metallics

To achieve major metallics, start with an eye primer, then apply a matte transition shade to the crease. Use a damp brush to apply metallic eyeshadow on your lids and blend edges. Highlight inner corners and brow bone. Apply metallic highlighter to cheekbones, nose, and cupid’s bow. Finish with a metallic lip color and setting spray at the end of your makeup.

Full Fringe

“To create a full fringe,” our makeup expert says, “section of the front portion of your hair. Cut straight at your desired length, just above the eyebrows for a bold look. Use sharp scissors and cut gradually, checking for evenness. Regular trims are needed to maintain the fringe and keep it neat.”

Minimalist Monochrome

Achieve a minimalist monochrome look by choosing a single-color family for your outfit. Combine different shades and textures of this color for variety. Opt for clean lines and simple silhouettes. Accessorize sparingly, sticking to the same color palette. This approach creates a cohesive, sophisticated style that's effortlessly chic and modern.

Maloveanka is the ultimate destination for you if you want this look to be done by an expert. Anna is a makeup artist with years of experience. By applying the best products available in the industry, she creates your best look. Shake hands with Anna for the best look before a happening party every Friday.

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Valentine's Day Makeup Tutorial

Valentine's Day is the perfect occasion to embrace a romantic and glamorous makeup look. Whether you’re going out for a romantic dinner, having a cozy night in, or celebrating with friends, this Valentine's makeup tutorial will help you look and feel your best. Follow these steps for a stunning Valentine's Day look that highlights your natural beauty and adds a touch of elegance.

Start with a clean, moisturized face. Apply a hydrating primer to create a smooth base for your makeup. This step ensures your makeup lasts longer and gives your skin a healthy glow. Don’t forget to prime your eyelids as well, using an eyeshadow primer to ensure your eye makeup stays vibrant and crease-free.

Choose a foundation that matches your skin tone and provides a flawless finish. Use a damp beauty sponge or a foundation brush to apply it evenly across your face. Blend well to avoid any harsh lines. For added coverage, use a concealer to hide any blemishes or dark circles under your eyes. Set your foundation with a light dusting of translucent powder to keep it in place.

For a soft, romantic eye look, start with a neutral eyeshadow base. Apply a light pink or champagne shade all over your lids. Next, use a medium-toned mauve or rose color in the crease to add depth. Blend the colors well for a seamless transition. For a touch of glamour, apply a shimmery eyeshadow to the center of your lids and the inner corners of your eyes.

Define your eyes with a fine line of black or brown eyeliner along your upper lash line. Wing it out slightly for a subtle cat-eye effect. Curl your lashes and apply two coats of volumizing mascara for long, fluttery lashes. For extra drama, consider applying a pair of false lashes.

Add a pop of color to your cheeks with a rosy blush. Smile and apply the blush to the apples of your cheeks, blending it upwards towards your temples. This gives your face a natural, flushed look. For a radiant glow, apply a highlighter to the high points of your face, including your cheekbones, brow bones, the bridge of your nose, and your cupid’s bow.

Valentine's Day calls for kissable lips. Start by exfoliating your lips to remove any dry skin. Apply a moisturizing lip balm and let it sink in. Outline your lips with a lip liner that matches your lipstick to prevent any feathering. Fill in your lips with a romantic shade of lipstick—reds, pinks, and berry tones are perfect for this occasion. For a long-lasting finish, blot your lips with a tissue and apply a second coat of lipstick.

Set your makeup with a setting spray to ensure it lasts all day and night. This step will keep your makeup looking fresh and prevent it from smudging. If you want to add a bit more sparkle, consider applying a touch of glitter or shimmer to your eyes or décolletage.

With this Valentine's Day makeup tutorial, you'll be ready to celebrate in style. Remember, the key to a great makeup look is confidence. Embrace your beauty, have fun with your makeup, and enjoy your special day. Whether you're spending it with a loved one or enjoying your own company, you'll look and feel absolutely radiant.

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Smokey eye makeup look tutorial

Creating a smokey eye makeup look can be a glamorous and versatile choice for various occasions. Here's a step-by-step guide to achieving a classic smokey eye:

What You'll Need:

Eyeshadow primer

Matte eyeshadow in a neutral shade (optional)

Dark eyeshadow (charcoal, black, or dark brown)

Transition eyeshadow shade (a medium-toned eyeshadow)

Highlighter eyeshadow shade (light and shimmery)

Eyeliner (pencil, gel, or liquid)

Mascara

Eyelash curler (optional)

Brushes: blending brush, flat eyeshadow brush, precision brush

Steps:

Apply Eyeshadow Primer:

Start with a clean, moisturized eyelid.

Apply eyeshadow primer to create a smooth base and enhance the eyeshadow's longevity.

Set with Neutral Eyeshadow (Optional):

Set the primer with a matte neutral eyeshadow to prevent creasing.

Define the Crease:

Use a transition shade (a medium-toned eyeshadow) and apply it to the crease using a blending brush. This softens the edges of the smokey eye.

Apply Dark Eyeshadow:

Take a dark eyeshadow (charcoal, black, or dark brown) on a flat eyeshadow brush.

Pat the dark eyeshadow onto the eyelid, focusing on the outer corner and blending toward the center.

Blend the Crease:

Blend the edges of the dark eyeshadow with the transition shade using a blending brush. This creates a seamless gradient.

Highlight the Brow Bone and Inner Corner:

Apply a light, shimmery eyeshadow to the brow bone and inner corner of the eye to highlight and add dimension.

Apply Eyeliner:

Line the upper lash line with eyeliner. You can choose between pencil, gel, or liquid eyeliner based on your preference.

Smudge the Lower Lash Line:

Apply the dark eyeshadow or the eyeliner along the lower lash line. Use a precision brush to smudge and soften the line.

Curl Lashes (Optional) and Apply Mascara:

Curl your lashes with an eyelash curler if desired.

Apply mascara generously to both the upper and lower lashes.

Clean Up Edges:

Use a clean cotton swab or makeup wipe to clean up any fallout or sharp edges.

Final Touches:

Check for symmetry and make any necessary adjustments.

You can add false lashes for extra drama if desired.

Voila! You've now achieved a classic smokey eye makeup look. Feel free to customize the shades based on your style and the occasion. Practice makes perfect, so don't hesitate to experiment and find the smokey eye that suits you best!

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BRIDAL MAKEUP AND HAIR 

The journey to matrimony is a sacred and joyous celebration, marked by moments of love, commitment, and shared dreams. Among the myriad details that contribute to the magic of a wedding day, bridal makeup and hair stand out as transformative elements, enhancing the natural beauty of the bride and reflecting her unique style. In this article, we delve into the intricacies of bridal makeup and hair, exploring the evolving trends, timeless classics, and the significance of this artistry in creating unforgettable memories. 

EVOLUTION OF BRIDAL MAKEUP AND HAIR 

The evolution of bridal makeup and hair has undergone significant changes over the years, influenced by cultural, societal, and fashion trends. Here's a brief overview of the evolution of bridal beauty: 

1.Early 20th Century (1900s - 1920s): 

● Makeup: In the early 20th century, bridal makeup was relatively minimal. Brides often focused on achieving a natural and fresh-faced look, with light-colored lipsticks and subtle eye makeup. 

● Hair: Hairstyles were often pinned up in classic updos or adorned with veils and headpieces. 

2.1930s - 1940s: 

● Makeup: The 1930s saw the introduction of more dramatic makeup, with red lipstick becoming popular. The 1940s wartime era influenced a more practical and natural look. 

● Hair: Soft waves and curls were popular, often complemented by floral accessories. 3.1950s - 1960s: 

● Makeup: The 1950s emphasized a glamorous look with red lips, winged eyeliner, and defined eyebrows. The 1960s introduced softer, more natural makeup. 

● Hair: Beehive hairstyles and bouffants were popular in the 1960s, while the 1950s favored elegant updos. 

4.1970s - 1980s:

● Makeup: The 1970s saw a more relaxed and bohemian style, with earthy tones and natural looks. The 1980s, however, embraced bold colors, dramatic eyes, and strong blush. 

● Hair: Big, voluminous hairdos were trendy in the 1980s, often complemented by accessories like bows and veils. 

5.1990s - Early 2000s: 

● Makeup: The 1990s featured minimalistic makeup, with nude lips and subtle eyeshadows. The early 2000s saw a resurgence of glamor with shimmery eyeshadows and glossy lips. 

● Hair: Updos and sleek, straight hairstyles were popular in the 1990s, while the early 2000s saw an increase in loose curls and beachy waves. 

6.Mid-2000s - Present: 

● Makeup: The mid-2000s brought a focus on airbrushing, contouring, and the rise of YouTube tutorials. Bridal makeup became more diverse, with brides opting for looks ranging from natural to bold. 

● Hair: Loose, romantic curls and braided styles became popular. The "undone" and bohemian looks gained popularity, as did more textured hairstyles. 

7.Current Trends: 

● Makeup: Brides today often choose a customized look that reflects their personal style. Popular trends include dewy skin, soft smoky eyes, and a variety of lip colors. 

● Hair: The current trend is all about individuality. Brides may choose anything from sleek updos to messy buns, and from classic waves to elaborate braids. Accessories like floral crowns and statement hairpieces are also common. 

WHAT IS THE BASICS OF BRIDAL MAKEUP AND HAIR ?

Bridal makeup and hair are crucial aspects of a bride's overall look on her wedding day. Achieving stunning bridal makeup and hair requires careful planning and attention to detail. Here are some basics to consider for both bridal makeup and hair:

Bridal Makeup: 

1.Start with Skincare: 

● Begin with a clean and well-moisturized face. 

● Use a primer to create a smooth base for makeup application. 

2.Foundation: 

● Choose a foundation that matches the bride's skin tone. 

● Blend well to create a flawless finish. 

3.Eye Makeup: 

● Use eyeshadows that complement the wedding theme and the bride's dress.

● Waterproof mascara is essential to prevent smudging, especially if there might be tears of joy. 

4.Eyeliner and Eyebrows: 

● Define the eyes with eyeliner, and shape and fill in the eyebrows as needed. 5.Blush and Contour: 

● Apply blush to the apples of the cheeks for a healthy flush. 

● Contour the face subtly to enhance the bride's features. 

6.Lips: 

● Choose a long-lasting lip color in a shade that complements the overall look.

● Use lip liner to define the lips. 

7.Setting Spray:

● Finish with a setting spray to ensure the makeup stays in place throughout the day. 8.Trial Run: 

● Conduct a makeup trial before the wedding day to ensure the bride is happy with the chosen look. 

Bridal Hair: 

1.Consultation: 

● Discuss the bride's preferences and vision for her hair with the hairstylist.

● Consider the dress style and overall theme of the wedding. 

2.Hair Trial: 

● Schedule a hair trial well in advance to test different styles and determine the best one for the bride. 

3.Hair Accessories: 

● Choose accessories that complement the wedding theme and dress. 

● Veils, headpieces, and flowers are popular choices. 

4.Updo or Down: 

● Decide whether an updo, half-up half-down, or completely down hairstyle suits the bride's taste and the occasion. 

5.Texture and Volume: 

● Add texture and volume to the hair for a more glamorous and polished look.

6.Hair Extensions: 

● Consider using hair extensions for added length or volume, if desired. 

7.Hair Spray and Pins: 

● Use high-quality hair spray and pins to secure the hairstyle in place. 

AVERAGE PACKAGE OF BRIDAL MAKEUP AND HAIR IN INDIA 

The average cost of bridal makeup and hair in India can vary widely depending on several factors such as the location, the reputation and experience of the makeup artist, the products and techniques used, and the specific services included in the package. Generally, prices are higher in metropolitan cities and may be lower in smaller towns or rural areas. 

The average cost for bridal makeup and hair in India can range from INR 10,000 to INR 50,000 or even more. High-end makeup artists in popular metropolitan areas may charge significantly more, especially if they use premium products and offer additional services such as draping, nail art, and hair accessories. 

It's important to note that these are just general estimates, and the actual prices can vary. Additional.

Conclusion 

Bridal makeup and hair play a pivotal role in shaping the bride's overall appearance on her wedding day. From the perfect foundation to the last strand of hair, each element contributes to a harmonious and radiant bridal look. By prioritizing skincare, choosing the right makeup products, and collaborating with a skilled hairstylist, every bride can confidently step into her happily ever after, feeling beautiful and unforgettable. As trends evolve, the essence of bridal beauty remains timeless – a celebration of individuality, elegance, and the promise of a new beginning.

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What is the secret to doing a full face of makeup for beginners but still looking professional?

Achieving a professional-looking full face of makeup as a beginner requires practice, patience, and some basic knowledge of makeup techniques. Here are some steps and tips to help you get started:

Start with Skincare: Cleanse, moisturize, and apply a good quality primer to create a smooth canvas for your makeup. Skincare is the foundation of a flawless makeup look.

Choose the Right Foundation: Select a foundation that matches your skin tone and type. Use a beauty blender or makeup brush to apply it evenly. Blend it well into your skin, and make sure it's well-matched to your neck and chest.

Conceal Imperfections: Apply concealer to cover any blemishes, dark circles, or imperfections. Blend it with a makeup brush or your fingertip for a natural finish.

Set with Setting Powder: Set your foundation and concealer with a translucent setting powder to prevent creasing and increase the longevity of your makeup.

Enhance Your Brows: Use an eyebrow pencil or powder to define and shape your eyebrows. Be careful not to make them too dark or blocky; a natural look is often more professional.

Eye Makeup: For a beginner, start with neutral eyeshadows in shades that complement your skin tone. Apply a light shade on the lid, a slightly darker shade in the crease, and a light shimmer on the brow bone. Use mascara to make your lashes stand out.

Eyeliner (optional): If you're comfortable, apply a thin line of eyeliner close to the lash line to define your eyes. A brown or black eyeliner can work well for a professional look.

Blush: Apply a natural-looking blush to the apples of your cheeks. Smile to find the right placement. Avoid overly bright or shimmery blushes for a professional look.

Contour and Highlight: Contour your face subtly to add dimension, and use a highlighter on the high points of your face, like the tops of your cheekbones, the bridge of your nose, and your cupid's bow.

Lips: Choose a natural lip color, like a nude or soft pink, and apply it evenly. Use lip liner to define the lips if desired.

Setting Spray: Finish your makeup with a setting spray to help it last all day and look fresh.

Practice Makes Perfect: Remember that makeup application is a skill that improves with practice. Experiment with different techniques, colors, and products to find what works best for you.

Watch Tutorials: There are plenty of makeup tutorials available online that can help you learn different techniques and styles. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKXugxcZ8x63-lVQIeUyHvg

Invest in Quality Tools: Good-quality makeup brushes and tools can make a significant difference in your makeup application. Invest in a few essential brushes for a more professional finish.

Less Is More: When in doubt, remember that a professional makeup look often emphasizes natural beauty. Keep your makeup understated and avoid overdoing it.

Consistency and practice are key to improving your makeup skills. Be patient with yourself and have fun while you experiment with different looks. With time and experience, you'll become more confident and skilled in achieving a professional makeup look.

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you look sooooo much like wednesday at first i thought it was some bts selfie from jenna 🤣

can you tell us how you did the look? is that a wig or your real hair and hooooow did you get the makeup so on point, i tried it but i looked like a corpse bc all the youtube tutorials said to take a tone two shades lighter than the usual skin tone and i looked like i was down with the plague

Aww thank you so much love, this makes me insanely happy you have no idea 😭🖤

It's my real hair, bangs and all, and it's my usual skin tone so no tips on that front; I'm just pale (have been made fun of that my entire life so...how the tables have turned 😂). As for the rest of the make up; for the eyes I used the shades of the Stranger Things eyeshadow pallette by Mac (I got that one for Christmas and I love it so much😍) - The Void right along the lash line, then Mindflayer at the outer corner and Spores on the inner one and to blend to get that cool shimmery dark look. And for my lips I've done what the show's make up designer revealed on Instagram - it's the Mac lipliner Nightmoth blended with lip balm (I love it so much. For the party I went to, I used a lot more so it would still have that dramatic effect in the half-dark of a club but I'm now using it every day because it doesn't look like lipstick but like that's just the natural color of my lips). The dress is improvised, sadly, because the real one won't be delivered until March but I'll have it for Halloween 👻

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I love doing a smokey eye – especially when it’s not just basic black. Playing with various tones of brown is one of my favorite things to do for nearly all skin tones – from the most fair, to deep, dark complexions, and all shades in between.To recreate the above look I did on Annaliese, for yourself, you’ll need:Two brown shadows (i chose Transcend from Kjaer Weis as my base shade, and Wisdom, also from Kjaer Weis, as my deeper shade – and when layered, the two created the deepest part around the crease and lash lines)A black eyeliner pencil (I chose Hypnotist from W3LL People)A creamy brown shimmery eye crayon (I chose Age of Consent from Ilia Beauty)A creamy highlighter for the inner corners (I like Ilia Beauty ‘Cosmic Dancer‘) Begin by outlining the shape you’ll want with the lightest of your two brown shades. On all face shapes – no matter your eye shape – the most flattering overall shadow look is one that angles slightly upwards at the outer edge of the eye. This is why so many youtube video makeup tutorials show a short piece of tape being applied to the outer edge, so that no shadow (or liner) falls/is drawn below it. Shadow or liner that has a downward sloping outer edge tends to drag the face down.Once you’ve pressed (notice I specify to PRESS your shadow into your skin. Do not sweep or fan your color on. The correct placement of the pigment is what sets apart a messy shadowed eye from a beautifully done smokey eye, and for the latter, you’ll need to be precise about how much and where you put it!) your light brown shadow into the approximate shape that is most flattering to your face (experiment! You can always use cotton swabs to wipe away what doesn’t look good), you can begin pressing your deeper brown shadow in a sideways V form, starting along the outer corner of the eye, and along the crease (if your eye has a crease, of course). Take a good fluffy eyeshadow brush and blend, blend, blend, so that the two become seamless, and the edges are diffused into your naked skin.Take your sharpened black liner and gently dot along the top lash line, smudging along the way with a skinny smudge brush, or cotton swab. Experiment with your eye shape – does a bit of black liner smudged along the bottom lash line look good? Then do it!Finish the look by adding your highlights: Using the creamy, shimmery brown shadow crayon, drag it along the top of the lash line, just behind the lashes, staying close to the lash line. This will serve to highlight the area behind your lashes, drawing attention to them.Take your creamy pale highlighter (choose a deeper shade if your skin tone is darker than Annaliese), and press it into the inner corner of your eyes for a little added flare.Curl and coat your lashes with a few swipes of black mascara… et voila! BEAUTY!

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 doing a smokey eye – especially when it’s not just basic black. Playing with various tones of brown is one of my favorite things to do for nearly all skin tones – from the most fair, to deep, dark complexions, and all shades in between.

To recreate the above look I did on Annaliese, for yourself, you’ll need:

Two brown shadows (i chose Transcend from Kjaer Weis as my base shade, and Wisdom, also from Kjaer Weis, as my deeper shade – and when layered, the two created the deepest part around the crease and lash lines)

A black eyeliner pencil (I chose Hypnotist from W3LL People)

A creamy brown shimmery eye crayon (I chose Age of Consent from Ilia Beauty)

A creamy highlighter for the inner corners (I like Ilia Beauty ‘Cosmic Dancer‘)

Begin by outlining the shape you’ll want with the lightest of your two brown shades. On all face shapes – no matter your eye shape – the most flattering overall shadow look is one that angles slightly upwards at the outer edge of the eye. This is why so many youtube video makeup tutorials show a short piece of tape being applied to the outer edge, so that no shadow (or liner) falls/is drawn below it. Shadow or liner that has a downward sloping outer edge tends to drag the face down.

Once you’ve pressed  (notice I specify to PRESS your shadow into your skin. Do not sweep or fan your color on. The correct placement of the pigment is what sets apart a messy shadowed eye from a beautifully done smokey eye, and for the latter, you’ll need to be precise about how much and where you put it!) your light brown shadow into the approximate shape that is most flattering to your face (experiment! You can always use cotton swabs to wipe away what doesn’t look good), you can begin pressing your deeper brown shadow in a sideways V form, starting along the outer corner of the eye, and along the crease (if your eye has a crease, of course). Take a good fluffy eyeshadow brush and blend, blend, blend, so that the two become seamless, and the edges are diffused into your naked skin.

Take your sharpened black liner and gently dot along the top lash line, smudging along the way with a skinny smudge brush, or cotton swab.  Experiment with your eye shape – does a bit of black liner smudged along the bottom lash line look good? Then do it!

Finish the look by adding your highlights: Using the creamy, shimmery brown shadow crayon, drag it along the top of the lash line, just behind the lashes, staying close to the lash line. This will serve to highlight the area behind your lashes, drawing attention to them.

Take your creamy pale highlighter (choose a deeper shade if your skin tone is darker than Annaliese), and press it into the inner corner of your eyes for a little added flare.

Curl and coat your lashes with a few swipes of black mascara… et voila! BEAUTY! xx

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HALLOWEEN FLASHBACK

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Stunning Fall Eye Makeup Ideas for a Gorgeous Look

Fall eye makeup is all about embracing the rich, warm tones of the autumn season to create stunning and sophisticated looks.

Think deep oranges, sultry browns, golds, and burgundies that mirror the colors of falling leaves. These shades can be used to create a variety of eye-catching styles, from subtle daytime looks to bold evening glam.

Expert Tips for Perfect Fall Eye Makeup

Enhance your fall eye makeup game with these professional tips:

Prime Your Lids: Start with an eyeshadow primer to ensure your makeup lasts all day and colors stay vibrant.

Blend Well: Blending is key to achieving seamless transitions between shades. Use a good blending brush for a professional finish.

Layer Colors: Build depth by layering lighter shades first and adding darker shades gradually.

Highlight the Inner Corner: Apply a shimmery highlight to the inner corners of your eyes to make them pop.

Use a Setting Spray: Lock in your look with a setting spray to prevent smudging and fading throughout the day.

Essential Tools and Products for Fall Eye Makeup

To achieve flawless fall eye makeup, you'll need the right tools and products. Here's a list of must-haves:

Eyeshadow Palette: Opt for a palette that includes a range of fall-inspired shades like oranges, browns, and golds.

Primer: A good eyeshadow primer will keep your makeup in place and intensify the colors.

Blending Brushes: Invest in a set of quality blending brushes for smooth application.

Eyeliner: Use a brown or burgundy eyeliner for a softer fall look, or black for a more dramatic effect.

Mascara: A volumizing mascara will enhance your lashes and complete your eye makeup.

Highlighter: A shimmery highlighter can be used on the brow bone and inner corners of the eyes.

Setting Spray: To ensure your makeup stays put, finish with a setting spray.

Popular Techniques for Fall Eye Makeup

Explore these popular techniques to perfect your fall eye makeup:

Smokey Eye: Blend deep browns and golds for a classic fall smokey eye.

Cut Crease: Define your crease with a contrasting shade for a bold and structured look.

Halo Eye: Apply darker shades to the inner and outer corners of the eye, with a lighter shade in the center to create a halo effect.

Winged Liner: Pair your fall eyeshadow with a sharp winged liner for added drama.

Gradient Blending: Use multiple shades to create a gradient effect from the inner to the outer corner of the eyes.

Fall Eye Makeup Trends

Stay on top of the latest trends with these fall eye makeup ideas:

Metallic Shades: Gold, bronze, and copper tones are perfect for adding a touch of glam to your fall look.

Bold Eyeliner: Experiment with burgundy or forest green eyeliner for a unique twist.

Glossy Lids: Achieve a high-fashion look with glossy eyeshadow finishes.

Matte Finish: Matte eyeshadows in warm tones are great for a sophisticated fall look.

Under-eye Shadow: Apply a complementary shade along the lower lash line for added depth and dimension.

Step-by-Step Fall Eye Makeup Tutorial

Achieving the perfect fall eye makeup look is easy with this step-by-step guide:

1. Preparation

Cleanse and moisturize your face.

Apply an eyeshadow primer to your lids.

2. Base Application

Use a light, neutral shade as the base color on your lids.

Apply this color all over the eyelid up to the brow bone.

3. Adding Depth

Choose a medium shade and blend it into the crease of your eyelid.

Focus on blending to avoid harsh lines.

4. Highlighting

Apply a shimmery or metallic shade to the center of the lid.

Highlight the inner corners of your eyes and the brow bone.

5. Defining the Eyes

Use a dark shade to define the outer corner and crease of your eye.

Blend well to create a seamless transition between colors.

6. Eyeliner and Mascara

Apply eyeliner along the upper lash line, extending to a slight wing if desired.

Finish with two coats of volumizing mascara on the upper and lower lashes.

Celebrity Fall Eye Makeup Inspirations

Get inspired by these celebrities known for their stunning fall eye makeup looks:

Here are some celebrities whose fall eye makeup looks are worth emulating:

1. Emma Stone

Emma often opts for warm, earthy tones that complement her fair complexion and red hair.

2. Blake Lively

Blake’s golden smokey eyes perfectly enhance her glowing skin and blonde hair, making her fall looks iconic.

3. Priyanka Chopra

Priyanka's dramatic fall eye makeup often features rich plums and burgundies that highlight her dark eyes beautifully.

4. Lucy Hale

Lucy loves experimenting with bold eyeshadows, like metallic coppers and deep browns, which are perfect for fall.

5. Kerry Washington

Kerry’s fall looks frequently include sultry smokey eyes with a touch of shimmer, ideal for evening events.

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