Masculine Makeup Novels & Stories

I should be thankful, but mostly I'm pissed at him for telling Ares the current state of my finances. I don't like wearing make-up. But I like lip gloss. Then I think about it. Should I put on an eye-liner? Mascara? Blush? No! I don't need anything other than the gloss. He'll think I'm trying to come on to him if I wear more. And I swear I'm not... It doesn't matter how devilishly handsome he is, or how sweet he was to me yesterday. He's still the same old devil Ares Beck.

Both his home and Angelo’s were like a triage unit. He didn’t speak as he laid out the items of her makeup bag. She had several concealers and foundations, but she didn’t think he’d know what any of them were for—or why one would have a yellow concealer and a greenish-tinged concealer to begin with. Her experience with men—at least straight men—suggested the contents of a woman’s makeup bag was an arcane mystery impossible for anyone without female genitalia to unravel. She was about to ask if she could try to cover it herself when he began opening jars and tubes and canisters, whipped out a small makeup brush, and went to work. He’d done this before.

I ѕmіlеd аt mуѕеlf in the mirror as I аррlіеd the fіnіѕhіng touches tо mу makeup. I wore thick, blасk еуеlіnеr аnd heavy mаѕсаrа, a complete соntrаѕt to thе pale ѕhіmmеr оf gоld eye ѕhаdоw that соаtеd mу lіdѕ.

He had to check again before looking up at the man before him. Wigs, heavy makeup, a crop top that showed his barely slender waist, eyelashes almost like the wings of a hawk, leggings that hugged his thick thighs so tightly, and those beards… Jesus fucking Christ. “What?” he drawled, seeming to try to keep his voice feminine. “Do you like me so much? You couldn’t utter a word?” Without a word, Mason took his wallet and headed out this time, almost screaming in frustration. One more time. This time, he made the digging himself.

Carefully opening it, I examined the array of colors available to me. With a determined expression, I picked up the deep red lipstick and applied it, adding a touch of mystery and power to my look. Next, I chose a smoky eyeshadow palette, blending the dark grays and shimmering blacks. It enhanced my eyes, giving them an intensity that matched my resolve. Finally, I brushed a touch of blush on my cheeks, adding a subtle hint of color to my otherwise pale complexion.

"Your eyelashes looked beautiful when they were wet like that." "My eyelashes?" he looked confused, and then held his phone's photo app up on reverse to see himself. "They look clumpy." "We call that thick and lush in the female world." "Oh," he said, thoughtfully, and then nodded in understanding. "Thus, the mascara." "Yes." "So I should wear mascara more, you're saying?" I laughed. "More implying you already do?" He shrugged, teasing me. "I'm in touch with every aspect of my masculinity, even when it veers into traditional expression of femininity."

Whatever it takes to see Adrian in those dress again, I was sure going to give anything. The shop was packed with a lot of people and it was an hassle before I saw Adrian standing in front of a makeup section and he fucking looked sexy with light makeup on. My cock throbbed in my pants, I had been wanting to see Adrian with makeup on, and now that I knew just how sexy it looked on him, I would make it a task to get him whatever makeup kits he needed for him to always look like this every day. "Shh. Please go down a little or you're going to make me look like a creep." I glared down at my cock who was now standing tall in my pants.

I couldn’t stay hidden away in here forever, if I didn’t make it known to everyone that Mason was my man, then other girls would start sniffing around him, and this would become so much harder. Pulling out my makeup bag, I slowly start painting on my war mask – that’s what it felt like anyway; a full face of makeup makes me impenetrable to everything – nothing and no one would dare mess with me once I have my shit back in place, no one will ever know I was weak, not even for a day.

I think he had put on makeup, because there was now a thin layer of eyeliner on his eyes that made them look deeper and bolder and the fact that his lips appeared a bit more pink and glossy… Dear lord! I never thought that men in makeup could look so good. I’d always been made to believe that makeup was for women only and the men who put on makeup usually looked girly or more feminine. There was absolutely nothing feminine about Brandon at this moment. His hair was gelled back on one side while the other fell on his forehead, looking as though it was slightly damp. I think that was the look the shoot was going since they were on the beach. And to top it off, he had added in fake eyebrow pier

"Quick, look, that's my Lucas. Handsome, isn't he?" Emily sincerely nodded. "Very handsome." Olivia nodded in satisfaction. "He's even more handsome without makeup. When he's done up, he looks a bit strange. Nothing beats his natural look." Emily observed Lucas for a while, calmly commenting, "Actually, Lucas has very defined facial features. When applying makeup, the shading on his face doesn't need to be so heavy, and why use this shade of foundation? It's more suited for women, not men. Is the makeup artist trying to turn him into a K-pop idol? Lucas's face leans more towards angularity, not the soft Korean makeup style. A rugged, masculine look would suit him better."