#kiwi lip gloss

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

NYC Kiwi Shimmer Fruit Flavor Lipgloss Pot

late 1990s-early 2000s

Found on Mercari, user Jennifer Ewing

[amethystsoda]

It’s wild how fast the beauty space changed from the 2016 beauty influencer era with fun makeup drops and adults doing makeup into the current day “you walked into ULTA so we have to covertly follow you to make sure you’re not stealing” because so many of the lululemon dior teens have made skincare smoothies or messed up the testers 😔

[allthingsscented]

Soap Sale Haul!

First Impressions/Reviews:

Japanese Cherry Blossom 🌸

This is a staple for me in the body wash. I love it so much. It's such a nostalgic scent for me!

Garden Thyme 🌿

I've had this one before in the hand soap and loved it. I think if you're a fan of herbal body care it's perfect!

Fresh Amalfi Lemon 🍋

This is a fantastic sugary lemon scent with some herbal notes to it.

Crisp Morning Air 🏞️

This one is a strong fresh outdoorsy scent that really is reminiscent of fresh cool air on a fall morning. I don't recall trying it in the hand soap but I'm excited to use it this fall!

Iced Lemon Pound Cake 🍰

This scent reminds me of lemon bars. It's a perfect balance of sugar and pastry and lemon.

Purple Patchouli 💜

I love this scent and am glad to have it again. It's kind of hard to describe but it is very relaxing and clean smelling.

Thailand Sweet Kiwi & Starfruit 🥝

So excited about this one. It is true to its name. Kiwi and starfruit are among my favorite fruits so I am very happy with this scent!

Toasted Cherry Donut 🍩

This smells just like a cherry donut: you get the glaze, sweet cherry filling, and pastry smell! The formula is also very nice.

[sdxstudio]

I got kiwi and mango nail oil 🥝🥭💅

I also got new lip glosses 💋💄

[astraystayyh]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ kiwi princess

in which you’re in love with hyunjin and he asks you to give him a buzzcut. this is so so so domestic and intimate and they’re both obsessed with one another. the fic starts with aftercare so allusion to sex but no smut! mentions of nudity and showering tgtr

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ exactly a year ago i posted a drabble because of hyune’s new burgundy hair and this is dedicated to the insanity that is buzzhyune.. me and hyunjin have a new yearly tradition it seems 🤝 i’ve been having the worst writer’s block so apologies if this is a little rusty.. thank you @hwajin for hyping me up 🥹 i love u

You have come to know the language of Hyunjin’s kisses, memorized the subtle shifts between each brush of his lips against yours.

There’s the good morning kiss, featherlight and drowsy, when you both are lingering still between reverie and waking. His lips find yours instinctively, eyes still closed, as if he’s spent the entire night dreaming of when he’ll kiss you again. As if he couldn’t bear another second spent apart from you.

Then, there’s the quick press of a goodbye kiss, fleeting but still as sweet, as he slips out the door, his keys forgotten and only one airpod in. Yet he’s always stealing that moment with you, his large hands cupping your cheeks, even when time slips through his fingers. He still bends it to his will to make room for you.

And then, the other goodbye kiss, the one that lingers—aching and unhurried—when parting feels too heavy, when his mouth leaves yours only to return, again and again, as if imprinting the shape of his lips onto you, afraid you might forget him in his absence.

And then, there’s now.

Now, when his kisses are slow and weightless, with no urgency, nothing to chase, nothing to ignite. When you are still drifting, when you have yet to regain your footing on earth, when the echoes of your moans still cling to the air, when the taste of your pleasure still coats your tongue, and his, mostly.

It begins with his head nestled into the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning against your collarbone. Your hand drifts along his spine in return, following the subtle dip of his back, tracing patterns into his sweat-slicked skin. His body answers even now, goosebumps blooming beneath your touch like he hasn’t tired of you—never could. As if you could break him apart, build him anew, and he would still come undone at the lightest graze of your hand.

His leg hooks over yours, drawing you closer, until his chest melds into yours. He smells sweet—vanilla and wood, laced with something distinctly Hyunjin. But there’s more—he smells like you, your essence tangled into his, leaving no part where you don’t meet, where imprints of your love don’t show.

His heartbeat thrums wildly, echoing not only in his chest but within the hollow of your ribs, as if his soul slipped between your bones to rest inside the shape of you. Perhaps it was always there— because loving hyunjin never felt ordinary. Loving hyunjin felt too magical, too soul-crushing for an affection bound to mortal flesh.

At first, you felt shy—acutely aware of the sweat that glossed your skin, the strands of hair sticking to your forehead, the haze in your eyes. You’d tried to slip away, retreat to the shower, but his hand would always circle your wrist, his voice soft—stay.

And so you do.

His lips find yours again—not driven by urgency, not chasing after more. He kisses you lazily, as if savoring the taste of you, the feel of your lips, the shape of your breath. As if kissing you is not about wanting, but about rejoicing—about holding onto something he knows is already his.

Hyunjin’s body is warm against yours, his hands kneading at your supple flesh, tracing patterns on the soft skin of your waist. He kisses you slowly, his nose grazing yours every now and then, your teeth clashing each time one of you giggles for no apparent reason, smiles sported forth by how innocent this moment feels in hindsight, compared to everything carnally passionate that took place before it.

your fingers thread into the dark locks at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer till your legs tangle like roots pressing deeper into the earth. there’s something so intimate in having him so near, at your most vulnerable form— in the quiet offering of yourself, bare and unguarded, with him as witness and sanctuary. To feel his eyes trace each one of your contours in love, in hunger, like having you pressed to him could not possibly be close enough.

“cold,” he whispers with a soft giggle as your palm presses to his chest. His words dissolve into breathy chuckles when your fingers trail lower, teasing him, and he retaliates by tickling your sides until the pillows surrounding you all fall to the floor.

“Stop—Hyunjin, I’m sorry,” you yelp between gasps of laughter, twisting beneath him. He doesn’t let up, though his lips continue their path along your neck, peppering kisses across your soft skin. Your cheeks flush, and you’re unsure whether it’s from how hard you’re laughing or how his touch feels like the very sun caressing you.

Without warning, he gathers you into his arms, before throwing you over his shoulder. You yelp, legs kicking playfully in the air while your fists drum lightly against his back.

“hyune,” you whine, his name slipping from your lips as he grins, head tipped back in laughter.

“What, baby?” he teases, stepping into the bathroom. Your gaze catches on the mirror, but it isn’t his bare, sculpted, form that captures your attention.

It’s the reflection of both of you—eyes bright, faces glowing with a love so profound it feels as if it could bloom into existence right then and there, expanding to coat the entire universe in the very colors that shape your lover—red, like the flush of his lips, plump and swollen from kissing you breathless, then orange, like the warmth of his hands as they trail softly over your skin, leaving you ablaze in their wake, and somewhat blue, like the glossy sheen of his eyes, deep and penetrating, as they drink you in—whole, bare, and his.

“Here,” he says softly, lowering you to the ground and brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Princess first.”

His hands linger at your waist as he tests the water temperature before he finally guides you beneath the stream.

It’s become second nature, this ritual of showering together—breathy chuckles escaping you both at how terribly cold it is. Though you still have to pretend that him reaching out for your shampoo doesn’t free something delicate inside you, like butterfly wings fluttering against fragile glass.

“Isn’t your shampoo fancier?” you’d teased once, and he only shook his head with a quiet giggle. “I like how yours smells.”

Later in bed, curled into your chest, his ear pressed to your heartbeat, he explained it was more than the sweetness of your scent. It was his need to carry you—in the hollow of his collarbones, in the tangle of his hair. A longing to smell like you, to feel you on him even through something as mundane as soap, as shampoo.

“Your hair’s getting long,” you muse, your fingers weaving through damp strands, twisting them softly.

“Should I chop it all off?” he asks, pouring shampoo into his palms before lathering it into your hair.

When you don’t answer right away, his teeth graze your shoulder, playful and fleeting. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Alright, cannibal Hwang,” you laugh. “Do you actually want to do it?”

“I’ve thought about it, a lot,” he admits, softly.

You turn suddenly, cupping his face, tilting it left and right as if sculpting him with your eyes.

“What… are you doing?” he chuckles.

“Shh. I’m visualizing.”

“Well,” he kisses you, quick and light, like a sudden summer rain, “you’re cute when you visualize.”

“Hwang Hyunjin,” you start, tone solemn, even as a smile threatens to spill from your lips. “You’re blessed with a face card that comes once in a century, a face card that could pay off the world’s debt. A face card that is more powerful than all other face cards combined. If aliens come to planet Earth and we need to show them just one face card to save the human race, it would be yours. Unanimously.”

He groans, burying his face in your neck, though it is not fast enough to conceal the reddening of his cheeks from you.

“Angel, I think the soap’s messing with your head.”

“They hanged Galileo for telling the truth too,” you say sternly, and he twirls you beneath the water once more.

“My point is—you should do it. It’ll suit you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. I’m an expert in Hwang Hyunjin face cards, after all.”

“Stop calling me with my full name,” he whines in your ear, “it gives me weird goosebumps.”

“Apologies my love, my angel, my munchkin, my cinnamon roll, my baby dumpling, my strawberry milkshake, my little eggplant—”

“Okay now you’re just hungry,” he laughs, and the sound seems to trigger your own uncontrollable giggles. You swear the world becomes brighter for a second at the sound of his laugh. As if pierced by a bolt of light sent out just to celebrate Hyunjin’s joy.

And that’s how you find yourself perched on the bathroom sink, half an hour later, a trimmer humming softly in your hand.

“I still think we should sign a contract stating I’m not liable for how this haircut turns out,” you tease.

His pout deepens as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “What happened to your confidence in my face card?” His hands find their place at your sides, and his warm, honey-dipped eyes blink up at you—so tender, so trusting. His face glows, dewy from the moisturizer you pressed into his skin. His lips are tinted red from your cherry chapstick, and his hair is so long, and silky, and soft.

“Shh. We need a moment of silence for your hair. I’m in mourning.”

“Alright, you can take a moment of silence, while I…” his lips brush yours, soft and deliberate, “kiss you.”

“This is highly inappropriate,” you giggle, as you smile into the kiss, “your poor hair. not even a proper goodbye…” you tease, placing a final peck on the tip of his nose.

“Alright,” he nods, puffing up his cheeks, “You can start.”

“Siri, play Long For You.”

He raises an eyebrow at your command, and you widen your eyes in defense. “What? It’s to set the mood.”

The bathroom hushes, save for Hyunjin’s melancholic voice drifting between the tiles. His eyes never leave you, tracing the shape of your face as your hands carefully shave away strands of his hair, his thumbs grazing your sides so tenderly it makes your knees grow weak. There’s something so achingly intimate about this setting, as everything with hyunjin is. To have him so close to you, placing himself in your hands, looking up at you with eyes that drip of adoration.

“Woah…” you breathe when you’re done, a soft smile curving at your lips.

“Do you hate it? Did my face card fail?” His voice wavers just enough for you to hear the insecurity he’s trying to mask.

Your palms cup his cheeks, fingertips tracing the contours of his lovely features as if memorizing him all over again. “You’re beautiful, my Hyune.”

“You mean it?”

“Always. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

Sliding down from the counter, you guide him to the mirror. His reflection stares back, wide-eyed and unsure, as your head rests gently against his arm.

“What do you think?”

“I… love it?” he offers, uncertain, and you giggle.

“Didn’t I do a good job?”

His nod is immediate. “I’d trust you with my actual life. You know that, right?”

You smile softly, tucking yourself into his arms as he pulls you in front of him. His chin nestles into the crook of your shoulder. He’s warm, and he smells like you. And you smell like him. And he’s yours.

“You know… the more I look at it, the more attractive it gets,” he murmurs.

“Of course. You can make even a buzzcut look insanely hot. I hate you.”

He grins, “and my crazy all mighty face card?”

“Precisely,” you laugh. “You know… don’t you think you look a bit like…”

Your voice drifts off, and his eyes narrow with suspicion. “Like what?”

“You do kind of look like a kiwi,” you muse, barely containing your laughter.

“Not again,” he groans, as you dissolve into giggles— “My little golden kiwi princess.”

“You’re insane. And maybe a little cannibalistic. And insane. I mean—do I always have to look like food? What about a flower, what about—”

“And don't you love me still?”

His rant fades as his eyes soften, the teasing giving way to something quieter. His smile is bright, and warm, like a thousand suns colliding into one.

“And I love you. So much more than you’ll ever know.”

[4theitgirls]

hot girl gift & christmas list ideas

beauty

hair gloss/hair oil

lanolips

fino hair mask

cosrx serum

rhode lip tint

- RECOMMENDED SHADES:

raspberry jelly

ribbon

cinnamon roll

philosophy 3-in-1

- RECOMMENDED SCENTS:

fresh cream

raspberry sorbet

pink frosted animal cracker

blush

gisou lip oil

rhode glazing milk

foundation

gel nail polishes/nail sets

victoria’s secret lip gloss

- RECOMMENDED FLAVORS:

candy baby

sugar high

strawberry fizz

kiwi blush

juicy melon

perfume/body care set

makeup brushes

gua sha/jade roller

cute skincare from the crème shop

false lashes/lash extensions

led face mask

electric toothbrush

under eye masks

laser hair removal/wax kit

heatless curl kit

pimple patches

body lotion

- RECOMMENDED SCENTS:

warm and cozy by victoria’s secret

the righteous butter by soap and glory

heavenly dream angel by victoria’s secret

body scrub

- RECOMMENDED BRANDS:

tree hut

victoria’s secret

bath and body works

fashion & clothing

cute pj set

workout sets

fuzzy socks

mary janes

uggs/fuzzy slippers

knee-high/thigh-high socks

basic tees/tanks/sweatshirts

health

cute water bottle

walking pad

resistance bands

eye mask for sleep

foam roller

liquid iv

light therapy lamp

hot water bottle/heating pad

hand sanitizer

yoga mat

wrist/ankle weights

miscellaneous

cute coloring book

books

palm stone

noise cancelling headphones

sofia coppola archive

throw blanket

chocolate

kindle

airpod case

phone case

speaker

candles

claw clips

perfume/body mist

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warm and cozy by victoria’s secret

champagne toast by bath and body works

cupcake by body fantasies

autumn drive by bath and body works

champagne apple and honey by bath and body works

[lovelytsunoda]

the man with the hex // liam lawson

summary: he stayed to hand out candy but actually just wanted to make out. unfortunately, hungry kids won’t wait to ring the doorbell.

pairing: liam lawson x female! reader

warnings: allusions to sex, liam is a horny teenager, very suggestive but no smut, reader gets baby fever real fast and liam has a dirty mouth. I am incapable of writing anything wholesome about this man, apparently.

"jesus fuck!"

"y/n y/m/n y/l/n, watch your language!" her mother shouted from the kitchen

next to her on the couch, liam snickered, pulling her closer. guillermo del toro's 'cabinet of curiosities' was playing on the screen, and y/n had been jumpy throughout the whole episode.

y/n was a gentle soul. she preferred cozy mysteries, and humorous action thrillers as opposed to straight up horror. sure, the pillars of the slasher genre were wonderful films (she's first in line to see any new 'scream' movie), but she did not do well when she was genuinely scared.

"sorry, mom!" she shouted, resting her head against liam's shoulder. "liam has bad taste in movies."

"it's one episode!" the kiwi laughed. "i'm sorry, you can pick the next movie."

y/n rolled her eyes, getting up from the couch to hug her parents goodbye. she and liam had agreed to stay in that night, allowing her parents to go to an annual charity event thrown by one of her fathers friends. her sister was at a party, and as someone who had a quiet, peaceful life and wasn’t always invited to things, y/n was extended a chance to stay at home.

of course, learning that they would have the house to themselves, liam was all too quick to tag along, for less than wholesome reasons. while y/n had planned a couple's movie night, complete with matching hotel transylvania costumes and a stack of scooby doo movies, wheras liam had planned to get her to scream in more ways than one.

y/n got up from the couch, her nylon-clad feet skidding across the hardwood as she went to hug her parents. "bye guys, i'll see you in the morning."

"have a great time, mr. and mrs. (your last intital)!" liam shouted

"no funny business with my daughter, lawson. and no drinking." her father scolded, pointing his finger towards his daughter's boyfriend.

"dad! we're adults, i think we can handle ourselves." she laughed, giving her father a hug before her parents went out the front door.

she closed the door behind them, leaving it unlocked and the jack-o-lantern on the front porch turned on before backtracking to the kitchen and refilling the candy dish she and liam had been snacking from.

"you'll have to keep an ear out for the front door, but other than that, do you want to put beetlejuice on when this is over?" she suggested, bringing the candy bowl back over to the couch and curling into her boyfriend.

"i dunno, your parents are gone, i kind of hand something else on my mind." liam grinned, one hand trailing up her thigh.

"oh yeah?" she purred, maneuvering herself into liam's lap, poking his nose before kissing him softly, her blue lipstick smearing against his skin.

liam cupped her face with his free hand, his other arm going around her waist to pull her closer. she hummed contentedly as she nestled her body into his, taking his top lip in between her own.

“your lipstick tastes good.” liam remarked, lips ringed in the dark blue cosmetic. “like blue raspberry.”

“you’re such a dork.” she giggled, brushing an errant blonde hair out of his face before kissing her lover again.

liam moaned into it, feeling himself grow harder every time that her thigh brushed over his crotch. she was driving him wild, the end of cabinets of curiosities forgotten as they made out like teenagers.

the doorbell rang, startling them both as they jolted on the couch. y/n pulled away from liam, wiping the smudged gloss from her swollen lips before getting off the couch and reaching for the bowl of cadbury chocolates across from her.

“trick or treat!”

there were three kids standing in the doorstep, each dressed as a different superhero as they held pillowcases out in front of them as she dropped handfuls of pocket sized chocolates into the bags.

“you kids have a great night.” she chirped, waving not just to the kids, but to the parents waiting on the sidewalk before slipping back into the house.

she left the plastic candy dish on the front bench, a grin on her face as she went back to the living room. liam hadn’t mailed from the couch, one hand over his eyes and the other clutching a throw pillow over his crotch.

“seriously, liam?” she laughed, reaching for the tv remote. “come on, we have to be aware of our surroundings. little kids are going to be knocking on the door all night.”

liam groaned. “sounds like hell to me, babe.”

she shook her head, grinning as she used the remote to navigate over to the amazon icon to rent ‘beetlejuice.” she was just about to hit rent when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

“liam!” she shouted, giggling as he nuzzled his cold nose into the tender flesh of her neck. “you know you’re just gonna get interrupted again, right?”

“don’t care.” he hummed, pressing kisses up and down her throat. “babe, we finally have the house to ourselves and I am so fucking horny for you right now.”

she giggled, extracting herself from liam’s hold to teasingly bend down near the coffee table, placing the realtor back on the glass top. at the sight of her skirt riding up over her orange and black nylon tights, the lacy hem of her panties visible through the nylon as she bent over, the kiwi could hardly contain himself.

especially when there was another ring of the doorbell.

this time, liam offered to get the door, almost dropping the candy bowl as he tried to get the door open, shaking hands unable to grasp the doorknob as be tried to get his breathing under control.

“woah, are you liam lawson?” one of the kids shouted, his voice echoing through the street. “I watched you on tv last week!”

despite himself, liam laughed. “right on, kiddo!” he held his fist out for a fist bump, kneeling to the kids level. “hang on just a second and I’ll get my girlfriend out here to take a picture of the two of us, yeah?”

“you seem cheerful for a man that didn’t want to hand out candy.” y/n chuckled from the doorway. “come on then, pass me his iPod touch or whatever and I’ll get the best fan pics he’s ever seen.”

the kids eyes lit up as liam moved to crouch next to him, matching his height almost exactly as y/n snapped a few pictures.

“your girlfriend is really pretty.” the kid said, giddy as he took his iPod back. “are you guys going to get married?”

liam laughed heartily, tactfully avoiding the question as he asked the kid what his favourite part of the race in qatar had been, dropping a handful of cadbury chocolates into the mummy shaped bucket.

once the kid was gone and the door was closed, he wasted no time in pulling y/n close and sliding his hands up her dress.

“someone’s eager. if anyone should be exited after watching you interact with kids, it should be me.” she giggled, kissing his cheek.

her lipstick was dry now, and liam found himself slightly disappointed that it didn’t leave a mark.

liam raised an eyebrow. “oh, yeah? so in addition to making you scream my name tonight, should I fill you up with my cum? start practicing for when it’s time to get you pregnant?”

she nodded eagerly, wishing for nothing more than liam pressing her up against the foyer wall and taking what he wanted. what they both wanted.

“fuck.” liam breathed, his breath warm on her skin. “you’re really hot when you have baby fever, you know that? and that kid wasn’t even a baby, he was like five.”

“shut up and kiss me, lawson.”

but just as liam leaned in, the fucking doorbell rang.

he cursed, throwing his head back in a groan as y/n gave him a sympathetic smile. she picked up the candy bucket, dutifully opening the front door and greeting the horde of kids who had chased each other up the driveway and around liams bmw.

while her back was turned, distracted by handing out candy, liam reached his breaking point, scrambling to find a piece of paper and a pen.

please take one handful each, and ring the doorbell if bowl is empty. we are home but enjoying a scary movie night and my girlfriend is jumpy :)

when y/n turned away, closing the door behind her, liam was quick to grab the bowl, whisking it away to the kitchen and ignoring his girlfriends confused look as he practically overfilled the bowl, taking on the sign and leaving it on the cast iron bench outside the house.

“now, where were we?” he grinned, pulling her in for a kiss. she broke out into a smile, knowing exactly why liam had done what he did. “that bowl is almost full, it will keep the kids occupied for a very long time.”

“what if someone takes the whole bowl? what then?” she giggled, playfully teasing her lover, hands gently rubbing at his shoulder blades.

“then I’ll buy your mom a new one.” he decided, paying the matter very little attention as he swept his girlfriend off her feet, carrying her bridal style towards the stairs. “now, my fair maiden, you bedroom awaits.”

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[milkymora]

✧ MCL newgen flirts - headcanons ✧

~ NOTE: the pictures used are not mine! credit to the respective owners on pinterest. all the headcanons are SFW & written just for fun. hope you’ll enjoy! xoxo, Mora

ꞝ Devon.

he collects magnets on his fridge. places he traveled to, cute food showcasing ones, or even boats and airplanes!

he likes colorful clothes. has suits of all colors, and ties with all crazy patterns on (he also got a “lucky” tie, which has little pineapples & kiwis all over it, that he wears for special occasions).

is a fan of the show masterchef. he likes to watch it whenever he cooks, and has followed every season since the beginning.

ꞝ Roy.

his favorite animal is the tiger shark. he’s loved sea animals all his life but sharks have a special place in his heart, for some reason.

he likes powerade drinks, his favorite one is the blue one (mountain blast flavor).

he takes care of his body in all ways, from working out & eating healthy to skin care, hair care, manicures, pedicures. he monthly goes to the esthetician.

ꞝ Thomas.

is neurodivergent. he has ADHD & tourette syndrome too. his tics are mainly blinking, shoulder shrugging & repeatitive throat clearing.

he feels safe around cats. absolutely adores tuxedo cats, he finds them to be adorable. indeed he has one, called Romeo.

whenever he feels cold, his lips and nails become blueish-purple. considering he’s milk white, it’s an incredibly noticeable constrast (that always make people around him worry, especially amanda).

ꞝ Amanda.

obsessed with celebrities! she knows all actors/actresses and comedies and loves reading their biographies. she is a huge fan of ryan reynolds & jake gyllenhaal interviews.

has 4 dwarf rabbits: a grey one, two white ones & a black one. she likes giving her pets food names, so... their respective names are macaron, vanilla, cinnamon and maple (short for maple syrup).

wears all sorts of pink shades lipsticks, but clear glosses are a must for her, she always keeps one or two in her bag.

ꞝ Jason.

has mysophonia. he can’t stand the sound of crumpling plastic bottles, chewing, porcelain plates touching other porcelain objects. it drives him crazy.

loves dogs. doberman & rottweiler are his favorite breeds ever, but he genuinely loves all dogs, bigger size ones are his preference.

although he may not look like it, he loves children. he’s an absolute angel with them. he smiles warmly whenever he sees one.

✧

~ thank u so much for reading!! which one is your favorite flirt? mine is thomas, hes such a pretty boy. reblogs are super appreciated! stick around friends ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

[salith-skies]

Kiwi 🥝

#thebadbatch Crosshair x f!Reader | not established relationship, post Tantis, season 3 spoilers(?), SFW | 547 words

When Hunter and Wrecker returned to Pabu with their younger sister and brother, I had no idea that my heart would feel… uneasy. I kept my distance. I watched him practice at the rocks by the water from afar. Omega was normally seen by his side, offering her help although he never seemed to accept it willingly. Hunter and Wrecker never too far behind either. I supposed they didn’t feel at ease with their brother yet, too.

At some point, the repetitive practice compelled me to bring out my brushes and paint from the back of my closet. I used a small canvas, starting out with a pencil sketch then a light base of colors. As I worked, my mind started to question my actions. Why am I painting this man? I’ve never even spoken to him, barely made eye contact.

I could not come up with an answer reasonable enough to satiate my brain, but I continued to paint. The more I painted, the more I could feel my heartbeat in my palms. The man made me nervous and I was unsure if it was a good kind of nervous. He always had a scowl on his face, anxiously bitting that poor end of the toothpick. He seemed… bitter. Not personable.

I felt someone next to me and I turn my head to see Lyana peeking at my painting.

“Afternoon.” I got her attention and she smiled.

“I like your painting.” Her smile shifted to a smirk. “Are you going to give it to him?”

I tilted my head and looked between my painting and the clone. “Maybe,” I said, chewing on the inside of my bottom lip. I turned to look back at Lyana. “So what’s new with you?”

Lyana presented a small basket. Inside were kiwis. “The firsts of the season. My dad asked me to bring you some.” I took the basket from her and thanked her. “See you around, y/n.”

She left and I looked at the kiwis. I never did like them much before. They were always bitter and never sweet enough. But I grew to enjoy them.

Over the course of three days, adding details to the painting, I had finally run into the man. The mayor invited the clones and I to dinner. My heart paused two beats when I made eye contact with him. I still stood and greeted each of them with a smile.

The dinner table had light conversation. Lyana asked Omega what Tantis was like and despite her father’s awkward reprimand Omega answered. I looked over at Crosshair, as his brothers introduced him as, as Omega spoke knowing he was there too. His temperament changed when Tantis was brought up, there was a shakiness to his hands and his eyes seemed glossed over.

I looked at my plate and picked up a kiwi slice with my fork and put it on his plate. His focus shifted to me. I did not say anything, but I watched him eat it. His expression was like mine when I was a child, trying them for the first time. It was bitter.

Perhaps that was why I was hesitant about him. I thought he would be bitter like a kiwi. Then again, I might grow to like him, too.

[vastappenen]

do you have good chussy fics recommendations? i'm in need of some😔

i am so glad you asked ❤️

the entire bare your teeth series by creabirds

It has been five years since Max gave Charles his mating bite on a rainy day in Val d'Argenton. Five years of Charles keeping his head down and ignoring it had ever happened. Until the day he set foot in the paddock, freshly signed to drive in F2, his dreams becoming true. Only there is one problem: his mate is too close for his body not to react.

lemniscate by weiwuxian

Charles tries to imagine Max, on the opposite side of the kitchen. Eating bread too, like he did that first morning of the After—gross and charming.

Tries to think about the way he would hold him, maybe. Of the softness of his lips, glossed by butter; and how he would laugh and push him away.

His phone dings and he blinks himself awake once again.

sweet kiwi (your juice is dripping down my chin) by amarynas

The fucking vibrator was still going, buzzing even louder now that it was touching the mattress, and all Max did was laugh.

Blindly, Charles felt for it, hitting the button he assumed had to be the intensity down button.

Instead of getting quieter, the buzzing got louder.

or, Charles wakes up with a pussy, and that's just one of many things he does not understand.

cherry flavored (conversations with you) by knewitcouldbedun

And okay maybe this wasn’t the “You-looked-so-hot-in-that-outfit-the-other-day-I-wish-I-had-said-yes-and-came-in-for-water-and-put-you-over-the-counter-so-I-could-rip-those-slutty-fucking-shorts-open-with-my-teeth-and-watch-you-squirm-and-whimper-beneath-me-as-I-ghost-over-it-with-my-tongue-until-you-cried” Charles had been wanting, but it was an opportunity. A wide open invitation for them to hang out again and for Max to drive his car, something that already drove him wild as he thought of those long fingers wrapped around the gearshift.

flush by laurawritingf1

Max wins Charles in a poker game and fucks him on the table. Charles is sure he should be at least trying to look like he disapproves of the idea but he is too wet to hide how much he wants this.

smile for the camera by anonymous

Max always complimented on how Charles's pussy looked so good when he was fucking him, and Charles just wanted to have a taste of it, to see it himself.

[rowretro]

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

WARNINGS: Kissing, fluff fluff and fluff, riki being riki?

✧CHAPTER 9✧

✧tag list✧: @chlorinecake @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strwberrydinosaur @sunghoonsbeautymark @strawbsj 

The coming months in France flew by quickly, the two owned a little Café, that was pretty successful and fun to work in. Kyle learning new vocabulary, so many words, dada, daddy, wiki, kiwi, papa, stupid, but just not the word mama. "Ma.. ma, mama!" Riki said as the baby giggled "Dada!" he said giggling as Riki shook his head "mama" "dada!" "No Kyle- ma ma mama!" "dadadadadadada" the baby repeated, smacking Riki. "Such a daddy's boy" y/n fake pouted as the baby mischievously giggled.

Kyle's two hands smacked both side's of Riki's face, trying to turn Riki's attention away from y/n and onto him "my dada!" The boy cooed as Riki snickered. "Riki- god sake what the fucking fickle headed fuck is this?" y/n asked as she took out a frozen pair of underwear out of the freezer with the stick-end of her broomstick as Riki pulled away from the baby. "Ah there it is! my favourite pair of boxers-" The boy smiled, taking the frozen boxers from her, as she stared in shock.

"What- how- you know what I don't even want to know" y/n defeatedly said as Riki shrugged "Good because trust me you do not want to know-" The boy said. Riki kissed her forehead, as he went to defrost his underwear somehow. After giving up on his favourite strawberry boxers, which took him around 30 minutes, Riki came downstairs only to find y/n smiling and playing with baby Kyle. The baby giggled as he pulled softly on Rowan's long hair, the girl leaned in kissing the baby's forehead.

"dada wiki!" the baby called out, pointing at Riki who smiled at the baby. Riki joined the 2 kissing both the baby and y/n. "Babe- Someone ordered 30 cupcakes for delivery... can you help we with them when the baby's asleep?" y/n asked as Riki nodded.

And so, when the baby was asleep, the 2 were in the kitchen, peacefully baking. Once the red velvet and vanilla cupcakes were in the oven, y/n turned the timer. "Ok I already got the frosting ready- and they want the silver balls for sprinkles ok?" Y/n said as Riki, just stared at her. His eyes held nothing but love and adoration. "Babe- ki- rikiii- oi kiwi!" y/n snapped Riki out of his thoughts as he raised his eyebrow.

"What is it with you to calling me kiwi?... you're the one with the kiwi mango lip gloss- do I kiss you too much?" Riki asked raising his eyebrow as the girl frowned. "Hmm whatever, I like kiwis" the boy smirked, as he cornered y/n in the kitchen, her back against the counter, his arms trapping her either side, as he leaned into her face. "Hmm you look so pretty you know, but ever since we got to France, you look way more alluring than usual..." Riki added, his hand softly holding hers as he placed it on his chest, where his heart is.

"See what you're doing to my heart princess?... It feels like its been so long since we last kissed" Riki added as he leaned in dangerously close to her lips. His eyes flickered from her lips to her awestruck eyes. Her lips slightly parted, her heart beating like crazy. She's never seen such a loving, romantic side to Riki. It's like lightning struck her heart. her eyes closing as she felt Riki's plush lips on hers. However their kiss was short lived as the alarm for the oven went off.

Y/n flinched as Riki turned the oven off, taking the baked cupcakes out. The girl checked if they were thoroughly cooked, then left them to cool down. Riki's arm's wrap around her waist, his chin resting upon her head. God how bad he wanted her all to herself. Wanted everyone to know she's his darling, his world, his everything. He just wanted to marry her. Of course the rings and paper won't change much, but he wants it to be official, completely unaware of what y/n wants. He never knew she felt the same... he just assumed she'd be afraid to do so.

Oh if only he knew...

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Naturistics Body Glitters in in Stardust and Angelic and Lip Sparkles Lip Gloss in Kiwi, Passion Fruit and Strawberry

late 1990s-early 2000s (does anyone know a more exact year?)

Found on Ebay, user cassiecosmetics

[heartfullofleeches]

making assumptions about your ocs and you tell me if they're true or not:

Saffron uses peach/pomegranate flavoured lip gloss

Al hates pineapples

Either Baron or his brother wanted / had a three headed dog as a kid

Baron can handle spicy food really well and likes it too, Maddox on the other hand, well i imagine his body and soul would just give up on him and Al is in between he just doesn't like it

Maddox either loves or hates (but I'm leaning more on the hate) licorice candy

Al really enjoys true crime podcasts and or books

Al's favorite meal time is breakfast cause he loves pancakes and eggs and those stuff

That's all thanks!!

C.C was mentioned to use cherry lipgloss in the past, but pomegranate is a close second

Al loves all fruits really.... except kiwis

Baron was the dog

Al is the one that can't handle spicy things. Maddox's tolerance rivals Baron's honestly.

Maddox probably likes black licorice (baby no why)

Al would probably enjoy those I suppose

Al is more of a waffle/breakfast pastry kinda guy, but breakfast is his favorite

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Lip Balm {Liam Neeson x Reader}

approx. 550 words

Summary: You and Liam run errands and he helps you pick out a lip balm flavor

Warning: F! reader, super fluffy

On a Spring Sunday, you and Liam were out doing your run-of-the-mill errands. He was kind enough to join you, happy to be in your presence. 

You stopped at places like the grocery store, the bank, and florist. The last shop to visit was Ulta, the beauty shop. You could say he was less than thrilled to enter the establishment knowing there was nothing of interest for him. Despite that, he followed you in like the good boyfriend he is to keep you company. 

Liam knew this would be the longest stop on your journey, since you like to peruse every aisle even if you came in for only one item. You often looked at perfume, hair accessories and nail polish but on this day you found yourself gravitating towards the lip balm section.  

This was the last aisle of the store and Liam could see the light at the end of the tunnel. He stood up a bit straighter and had a perkier look to him knowing the day was almost over and you both could retreat home to rest. 

He was taken out of his thoughts when you asked him a question.

“What flavor would you like,” you asked looking up to him with curiosity in your eyes and a slight smile forming on your lips.

“Flavor?” he repeated, confused at how a beauty product would have a flavor, never mind why you were asking his opinion on something he knew little about. 

“Look,” you said pointing to the range of Bert’s Bees tubes lined up. “The lip balms have flavors. I thought I’d get one that you picked out so my kisses can taste of . . . . . cherry, perhaps?”

Liam’s eyebrow sprung up in surprise, intrigued by the suggestion. He liked how you were becoming more affectionate with him, keeping your relationship fresh and flirty. 

He looked over the selection of dozens of flavors. Cherry. Sour green apple. Mango. Vanilla. Strawberry. Kiwi. Watermelon.

His eyes landed on the last in the row of choices. “Wild black cherry,” he declares and picks up the tube to hand to you. His hands twitched with excitement at the idea of feverishly kissing you as soon as you had a moment to yourselves. 

Now with the desired balm in your possession, you made your way to the front and paid. You were on your way through the parking lot to Liam’s car when he eagerly took the balm and discarded the packaging.

You squeezed some of the purple gloss to your lips and before you could rub your lips together for an even application he leaned in and kissed you. Long. Deep. Sensual. 

There you were, in a half empty parking lot making out with the man you love. When you decided to pull away to catch your breath you asked, “I barely had any balm on, “ and giggled. “You couldn’t have tasted anything.”

Liam smiled a toothy grin, looking down at you with pure love in his eyes. “I know, love. I just wanted to kiss you. The balm was the perfect excuse.”

Your heart began to melt. He was still such a romantic when it came to flirting and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“But I still want to experiment with the balm,” he added as you both buckle up in the car before your ride home. 

[sdxstudio]

Make-up product of the day (part 3)

A Christmas duo Too Faced from Sephora (mascara+lipgloss)

Color: mascara (dark), lipgloss (none, just pink glitter)

Texture: mascara (very smooth. Effect of false lashes), lipgloss (it's too much effective. It's like I'm on meme "it's fine")

Scent: mascara (none), lipgloss (chilli)

Taste: lipgloss (chilli)

Shape: pink and cute

Rating: 9/10 I would use mascara again, it's just lipgloss is too much for me. It's like eating chilli. But it also works wonders

(Photos made by me)

Bonus

Lippy Pals Gloss lip smacker from Douglas

Color: pink, white and orange (on lips, not much)

Texture: smooth

Scent: kiwi and peach

Taste: kiwi and peach

Shape: cute animals with rolling pattern with sparkles

Rating: 7/10 they are so yummy, but a little color on lips

(Photos made by me)

[hcrctic]

— closed starter for @sheshootsxruns; what if? Laying in the grass, looking up at the trees that surrounded Anya's home, were Wanda and Anya, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Best friends since they met, the instant click was there, no one could tell apart one from the other, they were together most of the day, shared the same classes, even at one point shared the same crush.

"Yeah, kissing is easy once you get used to it. I'm still not sure why you haven't used your lips like that.." Wanda said, still looking up at the tree leaves before shrugging. Turning around to lay on her stomach, she reaches to grab something from her back jean pocket; a kiwi Lip Smackers lip gloss, she swore by them since Pietro gifted her her first like 4 summers ago; had a whole collection of the balms, but glosses were her favorite. "Here," She hands it to Anya and then finally sits up, looking at her before adding a "lip virgin" with a playful tone.