#lip gloss poppin

[luciosfanpage]

[pyotrkochetkov]

islanders @ hurricanes | november 30, 2023

[femmeterypolka]

the difference between tom waits and iggy pop is that for tom waits the phrase “creepy old man” conjures up the imagine of a guy who lives in a haunted house and builds sculptures for his lawn out of bones and garbage. the phrase “creepy old man” for iggy pop conjures up a man who should maybe be in prison for indecent acts towards minors

[thelipstickduchess]

More oldies!

My phase when I got into all CLEAR lip products: one of my faves was the Lime Crime Wet Cherry gloss. I love that scent 🍒 This clear one is called Extra Poppin.

🍒🍒🍒

[savagebeautyqueen]

💋 Hydra Hemp Gloss

💋 Unicorn Tears Gloss

💋 Champagne Gloss

💋 Soft Berry Gloss

Shop here: https://trilluxxe.com/

[baubasement]

She’s so 2000s it girl

1x04

[kingandrewburnap]

[realprissygirl]

The 2010s Black Barbie Look

a deep dive on one of my fav sub styles ever. this aesthetic takes from the 2010s baddie, swag movement, and a lingering hyperfemininity from the 2000s that soon was obliterated by most brands a few years later. i’ve always been into this look as i was the intended audience. a teenage black girl in high school when this look took off.

the vibe ❤︎︎

“everyone was a barb. victoria’s secret was the go to place to shop on fridays after school. you were the cool girl if you had more than four beauty rush glosses. the scent of love spell filled your bedroom.”

biggest influencers

aaliyah jay

ella bandz

asian doll

cuban doll

nicki minaj

blac chyna

india love

kash doll

molly brazy

dream doll

shannade and shannon clermont

rico nasty

pattyeffinmayo

bali baby

color palette ❤︎︎

+ neon yellow/green, pinky purple

pink of course! very girly and femme. but a much wider range of shades vs today. there was a huge boom in neons too. (this tracks back to the return of the 80s/90s fashion elements) (i remember having this lime green PINK quarter zip that i loved so so much). also gray was a super popular accent color for fashion and interior. zebra print decor was a staple (seen in aaliyahjay’s and ellabandz’ bedrooms) because vs pink was so big, the white on hot pink polka dot pattern was seen everywhere from clothing to needing to girls decorating their rooms with VS PINK bags.

the staples ❤︎︎

fashion

aurora borealis swarovski crystal details

PINK

crop tops

fuzzy tops

heather gray

neon leopard print

white on pink polka dots

sequins

bamboo earrings

pink mcm bags

MICHAEL KORS EVERYTHING

ugg and bearpaw fur boots

juicy couture backpacks

pink timberland boots

beauty

mac cosmetics

anastasia beverly hills eyeshadow

eye glitter

cut creases

glued on rhinestones

colourpop ultra matte lippies

pale pink lippies

anastasia beverly hills dip brow

glitter gloss

mega volume bundles

too faced chocolate bar eyeshadow palette collection

deep side part sew ins

artist couture loose highlight

blinding highlighter

gigantic messy buns

sleek ponytails with swoop details

nyx soft matte lip cream

victoria’s secret beauty rush lip gloss

blonde blow outs

“coffin” nails

pink nails

blonde hair and dark roots

tartelette palette

poppin hoez lip gloss

essentials

hello kitty accessories like phone cases

3d phone cases

phone cases with sassy phrases

luxe addiction cases

fur keychains

pink beats

kendra’s boutique hair barb tools

iphone glitter skins

rose gold iphone

perfume bottle phone cases

fragrance

nicki minaj fragrances

victoria’s secret pink mists

paris hilton fragrances

ariana grande fragrances

versace bright crystal

core elements ❤︎︎

2010s black baddie aesthetic but hyper pink and girly, like the 24 year old baddie’s teenage sister

the omg girlz

harajuku barbie culture

bad girls club

the rise of the rapper gf archetype

nicki minaj’s transition from harajuku barbie to onika

the influx of “doll” female rappers

stripper influencers

[st4rrmii]

Lighting is so funny because one frame Ben will have ghastly pale paper white lips then the next frame his lip gloss is poppin

Like wdym these are mere minutes apart when did he have time to put on lipstick

[romanoffsbish]

My Lip Gloss is Poppin’

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

Smut: Mommy (Top!N) Quickie: Somnophilia(CNC), Fingering(R), Nipple Play, Teasing, Alluded to Oral/Strap.

18+ | Minors DNI

Natasha was in the process of getting ready for work; a last minute meeting she had no desire of going to on a Saturday morning, but it only is anticipated to last about an hour, then she’d be able to come home and spend the day with you like she’d always intended to do today.

She shut the tap off, settled her toothbrush back in the jar beside yours, and applied a layer of red tinted lipgloss, to finish off her makeup.

Looking at her phone she noticed she had an hour before she had to be to the compound, and it was only a fifteen minute drive on her motorbike, so she smiled at the thought of cuddling you close for the next thirty minutes.

——

As she went to open the door though she was alarmed by the sounds of your whimpering, the woman nearly tore the wood off its hinges as the fear that you were maybe being hurt set in. She wasn’t at all prepared to see what she did.

There you laid on your stomach sound asleep, the blankets now strewn all about while your hips squirmed and rutted into the bed., “Mm, mommy please.,” your muffled words sent a wave of need throughout the redheads body, all she could think about now was destroying you, the way your body clearly needed her to do.

“Oh shit.,” she cursed, the glorious sight of your drenched, exposed panties the last straw for her., “You’re always so desperate detka.,” she groaned while shifting you onto your back, her hand palmed you over the lace, and her lips sucked firmly against the skin of your throat.

“N-natty?,” your consciousness slowly seeped in, and the questions you were going to ask died in your mind as she began to rub faster., “Mommy’s here to help you detka, you were a sweet mess, moaning for me in your sleep.”

“Cause I just need you so bad mommy.,” she smiled softly at you, the kind of smile she had only ever shown to you, it managed to say those three pesky words to you she’d once feared saying before she made peace within.

“I don’t have long before I have to go my love.,”a whimper of disappointment left you as soon as the words left her lips, but through a playful smirk she kissed away your worries., “Don’t worry detka, mommy’s going to help you first.”

Natasha slid your panties to the side, offering you immense pleasure as her middle finger slowly circled your clit while her other hand slid your shirt over your head so that she could swirl her tongue around your sensitive areola.

“Mommy, more please.,” the words left you in a strangled moan as she was already teasing your entrance with her digit while still abusing both your clit, and nipples with a subtle expertise.

“Patience detka, mommy knows best.,” she reminded to which you softly huffed, but nonetheless resumed moaning over whining.

Natasha knew how to wind you up, it was really no effort at all to get you pliant and desperate. Her honest intent is to bring you over the edge as promised, but more importantly she wants to get you so desperate that you crave more. Her hope is to leave you a moping mess when she inevitably heads to work. This way her mission briefing flies by as the anticipation to destroy you after with her strap builds.

Your back arched off the mattress when the redhead suddenly entered you with three of her long fingers while her teeth nibbled into the plush skin of your breasts leaving you gasping.

With the help of your scandalous sleepy time endeavors, and her current ministrations you were losing your mind in record time. Every thrust of hers was met with your hips own thrusting, and her mouth marking you up only made the pit in your stomach tighten; being hers was a source of pride for you, so wearing her marks was an honor you didn’t take lightly.

Natasha curled her fingers on every third thrust, making you gasp each time, and your legs began to tremble with all this exertion. Your orgasm finally washed over you as her tongue invaded your mouth, and her thumb claimed its place against your throbbing clit.

“Oh mommy.,” you cried, her hand sped up, and you continued to cry as she monopolized on your orgasm, keeping the pleasure coursing through your exhausted form., “Thank you.,” the words left your lips in a repetitive string as she fucked you into a near mindless state.

Natasha caught a glimpse of the clock, cursing in Russian at the time having slipped away.

“I know detka.,” she whispered reassuringly as her fingers slid from inside you with a loud squelching sound., “Mommy doesn’t want to do this, but I have to go to the compound.”

“On a Saturday?,” you questioned with a pout.

She nodded sadly as her fingers were now in her mouth., “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you later detka, I’ll have you ride my face, then if you were a good girl you’ll get my strap.”

An uncontainable whimper left you at the arousing idea, and she leaned down to peck your lips for a likely final time., “Be good.”

“Wait, your gloss is ruined, lemme help fix it.,” you wiped away the smudged red stain from around her lips, and you smiled proudly., “Thank you sweetheart.,” she gently kissed you, catching your soft gasp as she ran her pointer finger through your slit to collect your release.

She pulled away with a cocky smirk, observing your scrunched up features as you regulated once more., “Sorry.,” she chuckled, a true sign that she wasn’t sorry whatsoever., “Mommy needed a suitable replacement.,” she winked, and your mouth fell open as she ran her finger over her plump limps, a thin sheen of your slick now serving as a unique cosmetic choice.

It was honestly the hottest thing you’d ever seen, your wife was about to sit in a room with her esteemed colleagues with your essence proudly layered on her lips. It had you rubbing your thighs together without any hesitation.

“I’ll be back shortly detka, don’t you even think of touching yourself, mommy will know.,” with a devious wink sent your way she was gone out the door , and you fell into the mattress with a huff., “My Natty, and her annoying spy senses.”

———

1,077 Words

Bonus blurb #2 during my lil hiatus

❤️ Kaitlyn 🤭

[lingeriae]

I can't stop thinking about how choso would deal with you if you had caught attitude w him....

like imagine yall chilling an shit and you peep a girl tryna link up with him, or him laughing at some bitch message and of course choso would never cheat or do some dumbshit like that, but you still get upset. huffin and puffing about the place, ignorning him while he's tryna talk to you, kissing your teeth and rolling your eyes after him, and this man would be sitting down wondering why tf you acting out but choosing not to say nothin thinking you just in a mood or smth.

his last straw would be you making plans o o places without telling him, like he's laid out on the bed, shirt riding up showing his happy trail and shit, and you just bust out of the bathroom after taking forever in their.

short shorts on, a crop top that made your titties spill out, your edges laid ASF and lip gloss poppin. choso woulld lift up his head eyeing you while licking his lips before asking where yall going. now you would side-eye him before replying with a mouth full off sass.

"IM going out with my homegirls, you can stay here and talk to them lil hoes in your phone, fuck ass nigga."

now you would mumble that last part thinking your slick but best believe papi choso heard that shit and was right on your ass. my mans would sit up so fast looking you up and down asking you what the fuck you just said only for you to keep them pretty lips pursed trying your best to ignore him. he woud get up and walking to you, getting all up in your space wrapping his hands around your throat as he looked at you with low lidded eye, that shit was enough to have a teardrop sliding down your leg.

and yall know choso's voice is fucking deep, so imagine him all up in your face telling you bout how he's gon fix your attitude, your clothes coming off immediately and your pretty ass being bend over the bed.

he would spank that pretty ass for you, making sure to rub it after each strike and making sure you were telling him just how sorry you were and how you promised to be good for him next time and he'd say something like "yeah, that's right mama, gon make sure you never pull some shit like that again." and after that he'd fuck you so hard you'd forget the reason you even caught an attitude in the first place.

[dreamgrlarchive]

me this summer with my body shimmer, shades, platform sandals and lip gloss poppin 👙💕

[kanekisfavoritegf]

Pathetic

@nymphoheretic - Poppin’ Cherries Collab

warnings: degradidation, virginity loss(obviously), mentions of bullying, fingering, mean girl!reader, nerd!Armin, Perv!Armin, public sex

DISCLAIMER!!! THE STUFF I WRITE IS NOT REAL. SMUT ON HERE IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL AND THE ACTUALITY IF HAVING SOMEONE SIMPLY RAM INTO A VIRGIN IS VERY VERY VERY UNREALISTIC. BUT THAT IS WHY IT IS CALLED FICTION. DO NOT. AND I MEAN DO NOT. BASE YOUR SEXUAL EXPERIENCES OFF OF THE FICTITIOUS EVENTS THAT GET WRITTEN ON ANY SMUTTY STORY. THIS IS FOR FUN NOT FOR EDUCATION!!!!

Armin was fed up with you and your sweet smiles laced with venom. The verbal venom you’d spit out at him while keeping such a sweet smile on your face. You were considered to be one of the golden girls of your campus, smart, beautiful, and kind.

Bullshit.

It was all bullshit.

Armin saw the way you used your pretty smiles as a mask for your rotten personality.

And he hated it. Hated how you never called him by his name. Only ever referring to him as a “virgin loser”.

So today, after your usual late-night tutor session at the always empty library, Armin stood up and announced that this would be his last time tutoring you.

“What?” you exclaimed to him.

“I didn't think it was this hard to understand. I'm done dealing with you.” Though Armin tried to make his voice rougher than usual, it wavered a little as you stood upright to his face. The sudden attitude had thrown you for a loop, making you raise your eyebrow at the boy as you stood in his face.

“What, am I a bad student? Do I not retain the information well enough for you?” You scoffed at him.

“No, it's not that.” He said, rolling his eyes a little.

“Then what is it? God, I wish you could get straight to the point. Wasting my time like the virgin you are. Probably want me to stick around longer so you can stare at my tits again.

“See, that's why. I'm done with the names and the assumptions. I can't teach someone who doesn't respect me. You don't even call me by my name.”

“You aren’t a very respectable person, Armin.” You said his name smoothly as if you had said it a thousand times before. Armin let out a small gasp-like whine, hearing you finally call his name. “You don’t think I can’t see you staring like you want to fuck me every time you tutor me. You think, what?That I can't see you fix your pants whenever I lean into you. I call you a virgin loser 'cause you are one.”

Your hands, now, grasped onto Armin's collar shirt, pulling him in closer. Your lips were inches from touching, you watched as Armin’s eyes drifted from yours to your gloss-covered lips.

The proximity was driving him wild. The scent of your perfume mixed with your coco butter lotion filled his nose and made him step back. You were dangerous. He hated how you got him so worked up with your words. Causing you to smirk, and Armin cursed at himself. Proving everything you said right.

Well almost everything…

“I'm not a virgin.” The blond boy spat out. Ears and cheeks becoming a little bit red from anger. If you weren't so pissed off, you'd find him a little cute.

“Sure you're not, Min.” You spoke back in a mocking tone. “The hard on you're getting from me calling you a loser is great proof.”

Instead of stepping away, against Armin’s better judgment, he closed the distance between the two of you. Pressing his weight into you and trapping your body in between his and the desk covered in your books.

“Armin, what are you doing?” You let out a gasp as you felt his semi-hard dick press against your thigh.

“What? Nervous?” Armin’s head was bent into your neck. Mouth hovering right next to your ear. His words were quiet. But still held a mocking tone. He sounded much different from the timid Armin that never once tried to speak out before.

“Of you? Never.” You chuckled, trying to mask your nervousness. Armin’s eyebrow raised in surprise.

“Don’t tell me. You're a virgin.”

“N-no. I'm not. Shut up, Amrin.”He let out a small chuckle. The irony of it all.

Armin's hands were now at your thighs, grazing up and down your skin. His mouth latched onto your neck, giving it a bite before pulling away.

“You talk big shit, but you’re still a virgin.” He scoffed while ripping your panties. This action caused you to let out a loud pornographic moan. “Pathetic. You are pathetic.”

His finger now rubbed at your cunt up and down, slipping into your hole “accidentally” every so now and then. Each time he did, you found yourself becoming better and wetter.

“Min, please.” You whimpered out.

“Please what? Use your words.” He smirked down at you.

You hated how much he was enjoying this. His power over you. He knew you didn’t have a clue what to do, and he was taking advantage of that. Making you beg him to do something, anything.

“Make me cum.” His usually sweet smile looked so much more intimidating now that he held all the cards.

You gasped a little at the intrusion of Armin's long and delicate finger pushing its way into your untouched cunt.

“Oh fuck, you are so tight.” Armin groaned at how you clamped down on his singular digit. He felt himself harden even more, thinking about how you’d squeeze down on his dick.

All you could do was moan out in response as he added another, stretching and plunging into you deeper and deeper.

“I think I’m going to cum Armin.” You panted out into his ear. But before you could hit your climax, you felt it dissipate into nothing as Armin pulled his finger away from you. Making you whine in frustration.

“Don’t be a brat.” Armin spat at you while undoing his belt and pants buttons.

“I thought you liked me being a brat?” You giggled a little as his ears flared red again. “You are blushing like a high schooler.” You said, laughing at his rushed way of pulling his pants down. Your laughs would be cut short, a result of Armin ramming into your pussy without a single care for you.

“You make my life hell, calling me a virgin and a loser, but you’ve never even been fucked.” His eyes rolled back as he degraded you. Keeping his thrusts erratic and hard as if he was just using you as a vessel for his cum.

“You’ll make the prettiest cum dump, won’t you?” He asked tauntingly, but when you didn’t respond, it caused him to slap at your clit, making your whole body convulse.

“Mhm, Armin. The prettiest” You slurred out, choking on your moans and salvia. You were slipping in and out of consciousness as you gave in to the feeling of your incoming climax. You saw white as your orgasm hit. Your nails clawed at Armin's shirt as he bit your neck, muffling the moans he released as he came shortly after you.

You tried to wrap your mind around the fact that you had just lost your virginity.

In a library….

To Armin…

Once he had pulled out, he held you in place. Watching as his cum seeped out of you. Before you could get up and fix yourself, Armin turned your body around, bending you over the desk.“What? Did you think we were done?”

[madameaug]

Matcha Tea

Pairing: Jimin x Althea (OC)

Synopsis: Althea never had Matcha before. Jimin is sweet enough to take her to a spot he knows.

Konnie's Kafe was the name of the shop Jimin walked hand in hand with Althea. The spot was owned by a sweet Arab woman who Jimin met at one of the many food truck festivals in the city. The shop was a minimalist but modern decore. Tables were stacked toward the front of the restaurant, and the behind the counter is where the bar was.

"It's gorgeous, the lighting is perfect." Althea spoke to her phone camera. Documenting the experience as she usually did with new things she tried. In the camera, the ceiling light gave her a golden-hour look. Skin was poppin!

"Oooo, look at the flavors." Althea flipped the camera to show the blackboard calligraphy hanging above the bar. Cream-colored pendant lights hung above the cash register, and oil paintings of floral and matcha herbs sat behind the light. Little things that, as an interior designer, she loved to pick up on. The air was clean, the furniture was warmy. She could see herself here frequently.

Jimin figured he would try something new. Deciding to join in on the experience of trying something new with Althea. He tilted his neck, letting out pops as he internally figured out what to try.

The matcha and white chocolate combination caught his eye.

Konnie came out of the backroom. Her cheekbones are high as she smiled at the customers.

"What can I get for you all?"

Jimin looked over to his left to see if Althea was ready. She was too caught up in her monologue to notice the social cue Jimin was giving her. With a loving hand, Jimin wrapped his arm across her shoulder, his face coming into view of the camera. He looked at Althea through the camera.

"Ready to order?"

"Yes, sorry. Can I get the tropical matcha, mama?" Jimin read the flavor description.

Matcha, coconut, and mint leaves.

"I would like the midnight matcha." Konnie punched in the orders on the POS system.

Jimin handed Konnie his card before she announced the total. Swiping the card, Jimin thanked her before following Althea to a table. As part of the decor, a flippable hourglass was in the center of the table. Althea rambled, talking about nothing in particular.

In record time, Konnie delivered the drinks to the table. Jimin watched Althea's pupils dilate in real time. Althea's tropical drink had a paper and toothpick tent hanging off the corner of the cup. Brown sugar on the rim appeared like sand, really selling the beach vibes.

"It's gorgeous!" Althea lifted the cup. "Jimin try." She turned the straw toward his mouth.

"You haven't even tried yet yourself." Jimin laughed.

Konnie, watching the two, smiled. Althea reminds her a lot of her bubbly granddaughter. A soul who was experiencing her first life. She was so open to exploration that it was nearly impossible not to love her.

Sipping the drink, Althea pondered. "ten out of ten!"

"Drink your drink, baby." Jimin picked up his drink, enjoying the new flavor he had tried. He gave Konnie a thumbs-up. She smiled, leaving the couple to enjoy their beverages.

In seconds, the sound of air passing through a straw. Jimin, not even a quarter through his drink looked at the empty glass in amazement.

"It was really good." Althea shrugged, tapping her mouth and applying a fresh layer of gloss on her lips.

[jnkgrnde]

— low

parings : shuri x black!fem!reader

warnings : a little bit of smut near the end 🤭🤭

summary : quick drabble about you and shuri fucking on the low. based off of ‘low’ by sza (stream sos). a good bit of this is inspired by a fic i read!

got another side of me, i like to get it poppin’,

you were a well known model in wakanda. your face was plastered in magazines, billboards, you name it, so of course queen shuri would know of you. even before that, she’d known you.

you’d gotten to know each other over the years, and eventually you just couldn’t take it anymore — the too-needy looks you gave each other, the lingering touches that kept you up at night and eventually had you touching yourself..

shuri surprisingly agreed with you; a night in that was supposed to be nothing but movies turned into you grinding down on her lap while you kissed with such need to it ending with you both covered in a sheen of sweat in her silk woven sheets, panting like you’d ran a marathon.

shuri never thought that you, out of all people, would act the way you did in bed — like you’d experience the things you did before. you seemed so sweet and kind when she first met you, a blinding smile on your face while you shook her hand.

it shocked her to say the least.

but these bitches in my business got me here choosin’ violence.

one of the downsides of hooking up with shuri was that you couldn’t just come out and say you and her were fucking. also, a lot of the women in wakanda had feelings for her.

you knew that before this whole thing but you didn’t think it was bad enough that a girl would try arguing and jumping you at a party.

you were all dolled up, lip gloss coating your lips and making them shine and oh-so kissable, hair down. you were wearing a deep purple dress that almost reached the floor. it hugged you in all the right places and had a large slit that showed off your toned thigh, a pair of heels to match.

shuri couldn’t take her eyes off you the whole night. she considered taking you right then and there.

she was getting handsy and it only furthered when you danced. your eyes were clouded as you admired her in her suit.

she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

although, apparently a woman who had a crush on her wanted to be in your place.

“excuse me?” you heard a snarky voice ask. you turned around and immediately felt the mood ruined. despite the girls rude stare, you chose to be polite. “yes?” “do you know the queen? why are you all up on her?” she started throwing out of place questions and it started drawing attention, including the dora’s. you looked at shuri with a confused look before looking back at the girl.

“is there a problem with me dancing with her?” you questioned, starting to get annoyed. “no, you’re just dancing like you know her.”

“i do know her so i don’t see what the problem is.” the dora milaje started walking over to help assess the situation. okoye stepped in front of you before you said something you would regret. “step away.” the girl scoffed before stomping away in anger. the crowd slowly started to turn away, now dispersing into whispers of the scene or the conversations they had before.

you sighed and decided to step out the building for air.

if you see me out in public you don’t know me, keep it silent.

the night after that situation, you both agreed upon not being seen with each other in public unless absolutely necessary.

nights you were at the club were spent throwing dark glances at each other, yearning for her touch and her hands on you. you watched with a burning feeling in your stomach when she danced with other people, but you knew better than to break your promise.

in the bedroom i be screamin’, but outside i keep it quiet.

now, here you were bent over on shuri’s strap, loud moans leaving you. “you close, usana?” “yes- fuck, shuri, please-“ she grinded her hips deep into you, leaving sweet kisses down your body. “so close, so close-“ you whined, head dropping to the fluffy pillow below you. “cum for me, my love.”

the next day, you had photoshoot with her for a magazine. every time you looked at her and made eye contact, you blushed thinking of the events from the night before.

all you had to do was keep quiet.

[boag]

I’m gonna pop my pussy because my name is Jeffree you wanna suck my titties but my lip gloss is poppin everyone’s booty is dr-dr-dr-droppin …… yeahahahah