#*(dreamy sigh)*

[seokminfilm]

eyeshadow stars | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warning, fluff w no plot, short, lowercase intended, marshmellow fluff, sleepy seokmin, seokmin calls reader 'baby', reader uses 'love' & nicknames for seokmin, lots of kisses, #seokminsofthours

🪄 summary, drawing stars on your sleeping boyfriend's cheek with eyeshadow really made you realize how much of a star he was.

🪄 author's note, what am i supposed to do okay ☹ let a girl want to draw pastel stars on dokyeom's cheeks while he's sleeping to see him wake up and smile up at her sleepily......anyways seokminsofthours time let's go!

🪄 now playing, follow him, for he is the one (desert sand feels warmer at night)

your hand fluttered over seokmin's face, brush delicately touching his cheekbones as you added another star. he had fell asleep earlier, face still as his chin dug into the silk pillow below his head. seokmin's eyelashes were brushing his soft skin, teasing the messy strands falling from his hair as he breathed softly.

you had always wanted to draw stars on dokyeom's cheek, and now was the perfect time─he was asleep, unable to be disturbed or moved as you got to work. yellow stars covered the top of his cheeks in a sporadic pattern, decorating his cheeks with pastel yellow coloring as you added the dark yellow outline.

he was cute─no, adorable─with his plain white t-shirt and leftover makeup from today's concert. he hadn't washed his face yet, and still had that pretty brown eyeshadow blended over his eyelids even now. you thought it was a cute makeup look, studying his parted lips and closed eyes.

"almost done," you whisper to him, and he smiles just slightly, as if he could hear your voice in his dream. you smile at him, kissing his cheek as his face scrunches just slightly.

steadying your hand above his face, you add another star right by his beauty mark, paying extra attention to detail. it shined proudly by your boyfriend's sharp nose, and it made you smile, rubbing your thumb over the mark as seokmin started to stir under you.

seokmin sighed first, face reacting to your soft touch yet again before he started to open his eyes. they were still unfocused, as he had just awakened, and he blinked slowly at you, taking in your appearance as he smiled.

"hi, baby." his voice was deep, soft─and it made you caress his cheek even more, returning the greeting as you kissed him softly on his head. he smiles into the pillow, eyes trying to adjust to the light as he stares at you.

you're looking at him, watching how pretty his face looks with the pastel yellow stars decorating his cheeks. seokmin gives you an unsuspecting smile, cheeks rising with his action as the light hits every eyeshadow star perfectly.

"what is it, baby?" seokmin's voice is still warming up, and you giggle at him, hand cupping his cheek as you smile.

"you're so pretty, love." you whisper, and press your lips to his. it's one of your favorite kisses too─the one where he's too sleepy to respond, so he just lets you do the work, giving a weak response to your kisses as he groans tiredly. "am i?" seokmin questions, and you nod, smiling again.

"yeah. you have the stars in your eyes." and you weren't lying when you said that either─if you focused on seokmin's eyes, you swore you could see little stars floating around in them.

seokmin giggles, sleep still clinging to him as he yawns. his sharp nose is accentuated by the yawn, and you press a kiss to the tip of it, earning a laugh out of seokmin.

"what did you do to me, huh?" he asks playfully. he sounds more intrigued than angry, and you smile, handing him your phone as he swipes to the camera.

"artwork, love," you answer dreamily, and seokmin's smile bursts into laughter as he moves his head from side to side, observing the stars dotting his cheeks.

"it's like my face is a solar system." seokmin notes, and you nod, snapping a few pictures of him as he poses accordingly, giving you a sweet smile, a silly face, and a finger heart. laughing, you take the phone away, swiping through the photos.

"you're a natural model, seok." you tease, and he smiles, cheek on the pillow again as he smiles up at you. "thank you."

falling silent, you lay on your cheek facing seokmin, studying his half-lidded eyes and soft lips curved into a gentle smile. your hand, unable to resist the urge to touch his supple skin, automatically goes to his cheek, tracing his jawline and nose as his eyes start to close again.

"don't you love them?" you say, and seokmin's eyes open again, eyebrows raised just slightly as you add softly, "the stars on your cheeks, love."

seokmin smiles with the realization, eyes closed again as he lets out a soft, dreamy sigh before answering. "i do."

"good," you answer back, swooning at how seokmin lets you slide your hand under his cheek as he rests his head on top your palm. rubbing your thumb over his lips, you lean in quietly, pressing a soft kiss to them as you add, "let me kiss them away now, one by one."

seokmin doesn't object, nodding just once as the smile on his half-asleep countenance grows wider just by a little. he lets sleep take over him again, and you do as you said, admiring him quietly while you kiss the fading eyeshadow stars away.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki who loves nose kisses btw. who's been innocently doing them with you ever since he was small and who still does them now. it's basically a reflex. whenever you're worried for him, or he has to go off somewhere, he presses his forehead to yours. who looks you straight in the eyes with an unspoken promise to be safe. he nods, smushing his nose to yours and nuzzling it softly, almost shyly. and then he's gone again, cheek, ears and nose completely pink.

[spader7]

i couldn't stand a chance

[plumadot]

Your art is like honey and marshmallows. It makes me feel so giddy! I love it! If you don’t mind can you do desert duo?

can we still be friends?

[kaijugroupy]

ok but hear me out. how fun and crazy would it actually be if we talked about asexuality as a spectrum more?

consider this? aces who like sex but don't like being touched themselves? aces liking and getting off on pain stimulation but not pleasure stimulation? Aces who don't like getting off but like sex? Aces who use a one to ten scale to gauge sexual ability but never fully make it to ten. Aces who are happy at a level seven, or four, or two. Aces who like some aspects of sex but not all. Aces who get bored in the middle of sex and stop. Aces who are super into over the clothes stimulation. Aces with boundaries.

[capquinn]

Twenty-five | Q. Hughes

summary: celebrating the birthday boy pairing: reader x quinn hughes content: fluff word count: 1.5k ↪masterlist

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It’s Quinn’s birthday, a milestone that feels both big and small at once. He’s twenty-five today, and while that number doesn’t carry the weight of a major life milestone, it still feels significant — halfway to thirty, a solid mark of adulthood. You’d planned a quiet evening to celebrate, something intimate and close to home. Quinn is quietly disappointed that his brothers couldn’t make it this year, both tied up with their own schedules, but having his parents here makes up for it. It’s just the four of you, gathered together in the cozy warmth of the apartment, and while it’s not the whole family, it still feels special — exactly the kind of celebration he needs.

You had spent the day preparing a homemade dinner, and you’d practically banished him from the kitchen, determined to make it a surprise. The kitchen had been your domain as you chopped vegetables, seasoned meat, and stirred sauces, with Quinn sneaking in every so often, leaning against the counter, stealing bites of food before you could swat his hand away. You had shooed him back into the living room more than once, reminding him that it was his birthday and he was supposed to relax. Not that he listened.

Now, as you all sit together around the small dining table in his apartment, the glow from a few candles casts a soft light across the room. There’s a warmth in the air, a kind of contentment that comes from being surrounded by people who know him well, who love him unconditionally.

Jim is laughing at something you said, Ellen chuckling beside him as she rests her hand on his. Quinn leans back in his chair, watching the interaction with a soft smile, a touch of shyness in his eyes as his parents begin sharing stories from his childhood. Tales that paint him in a more vulnerable light — like how he insisted on sleeping with a nightlight until he was almost ten. He’s trying to play it cool, but you can tell he’s both endeared and slightly embarrassed, glancing at you now and then to gauge your reaction.

“Remember when you were five?” Ellen asks, a playful glint in her eye as she focuses on Quinn. “You insisted on a hockey-themed birthday cake, but you hated the taste of the frosting.”

“Oh, come on, mom,” he groans, ducking his head with a laugh. 

You grin, leaning forward to catch his eye. “Wait, so you asked for a cake you didn’t even want to eat?”

“He just wanted to see the players on the cake,” Jim interjects, shaking his head. “But the second he had a taste, he decided the whole thing wasn’t for him. I think we ended up eating half of it ourselves.”

Ellen winks at you, then nods subtly toward the kitchen, signalling it’s time for the final surprise. You give her a quick smile, and together, you rise from the table, Quinn’s curious gaze following you as you disappear into the kitchen. 

The cake is waiting, just as you’d left it: chocolate with a glossy layer of frosting spread just a bit unevenly across the top. Strands of icing form the words "Happy Quarter of a Century, Quinn” in a looping script that you painstakingly wrote out, and the letters tilt a little at the end. The centrepiece is a dorky “25” candle, its red and white wax standing proudly amidst a scattering of chocolate shavings and sprinkles that you and Ellen had added for good measure. The whole thing looks as much a labour of love, with little imperfections here and there, but it’s endearing, perfectly imperfect — and so very him. 

As you approach the dining table, Ellen flicks off the lights, and together you break into song. Quinn glances up, caught mid-laugh at something his dad said, but his words fall away as he takes in the sight of the cake. His face lights up with surprise and a touch of embarrassment, and he ducks his head with a grin, trying to play it cool even as his cheeks flush in the warm candlelight. 

As you set the cake down in front of him, Quinn’s eyes flicker to the stringy icing and he chuckles, reaching out to wrap an arm around your waist, tugging you into his lap. You let out a surprised laugh, instinctively wrapping an arm around his shoulders as you settle in.

“Quarter of a century, huh?” he murmurs, leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Makes me sound older than I am.”

You playfully roll your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. “Please, you’re barely mid-twenties. No sympathy from me.”

He grins, his hand resting comfortably on your waist as you both lean into each other. Then, you join in with Ellen and Jim’s singing, your voices mingle in a warm, off-key harmony.

For a second, Quinn is not quite sure what to do with himself. He's used to being in the spotlight, but this feels different — more intense, almost overwhelming. It’s not the roaring crowd at the rink or the flashing cameras; it’s the quiet attention of just a few people, the ones he loves most, their eyes on him with warmth and pride. He shifts a little in his seat, a shy smile playing on his lips as he leans his forehead against your shoulder, hiding his blushing cheeks out of view.

“Oh, come on, birthday boy, don’t hide,” you tease. You rest your hand on the back of his neck, fingers brushing through the soft hair there, silently telling him that he’s not alone in this. He laughs, his breath warm against your skin, and you can feel the rumble of it in his chest. 

He shifts, glancing up at you with a sheepish grin, his cheeks pink in the candlelight, but the look in his eyes is full of affection. “You didn’t have to go all out,” he murmurs, though the smile he’s trying to suppress gives him away. His hand is firm at your waist, holding you close, and you can feel the steadiness of his heartbeat as you both sway a little to the rhythm of the song.

“Yes, I did,” you reply softly, your eyes meeting his, and the warmth in your voice makes his smile grow wider. It’s sweet and quiet between you, the room filled with the gentle hum of the birthday song, but all you can focus on is the way he’s looking at you.

Ellen’s voice is quiet as she finishes the final note. She claps, and then softly says, “make a wish, sweetheart.”

She steps back, giving you both a knowing smile as she takes her seat beside Jim, the two of them watching with that quiet joy only parents seem to have.

“Alright, alright,” he says, straightening up, and you can feel his fingers tighten on your hip as he closes his eyes, pretending to be lost in thought. You can’t help but laugh, and he nudges you with his shoulder, both of you sharing a private smile as he finally leans forward to blow out the candle.

The flame flickers once, then vanishes, leaving only the faint tendrils of smoke curling up from the “25” candle. 

Quinn turns his face to yours, and in the dim light, you can see the soft flush of pink deepening on his cheeks, the happiness in his eyes as he pulls you in a little closer. You’re both still giggling, the joy of the moment filling the space between you.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his lips pressing gently against your cheek, lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary. It’s a gentle touch, barely there, but the warmth of it spreads through you, making your heart swell. You can feel the soft flutter of his breath against your skin, and for a second, everything else fades away.

You loop your arms around his neck, pulling him in a little closer, your cheek resting against the side of his head. It's fleeting but the moment stretches on between you, lingering in the soft space between breaths. His arms around you, your fingers twisting through the ends of his hair — it feels as if you have all the time in the world, wrapped up in each other, letting the rest of the world spin on without you.

From across the table, Jim clears his throat with a teasing grin. “Alright, lovebirds, are we ever getting to that cake, or is it just for show?”

Jim's words break the spell, his teasing grin making you laugh as you glance up. Ellen gives him a nudge, but she’s smiling too, clearly enjoying the moment just as much.

Quinn gives a little chuckle, shaking his head as he glances at his parents with that familiar mix of affection and playful exasperation.

Reluctantly, you pull back, reaching for the knife, and as you do, Quinn’s hand slides up your back to lay at rest between your shoulders. You cut into the cake, the knife slicing through layers of rich chocolate, and as you pass the first piece to Jim, Quinn leans in close again, resting his chin on your shoulder with a contented sigh.

In that moment, surrounded by his parents’ laughter, with Quinn’s arm wrapped around you, it feels as if time itself has paused. You share a quick glance, and the unspoken connection between you is a quiet certainty. Of knowing that these are the moments you’ll cherish — today, tomorrow, and for every birthday still to come.

[thepie]

Slightly better Elliott for you guys <3 compared to that watercolour shit thing I drew earlier

[imsogayyippee]

ugh. hes so pretty

[bunnyyyuu]

roommate!yuuji who basically refuses to sleep in his own bed... always forcing you to have "sleepovers" in the living room, sometimes even asking to sleep in your bed with you. almost every single night you wake up with him nuzzling against you, seeking your warmth, his hands "accidentally" grabbing at your ass...

[mawvax]

I've been a bit distracted by Sukugo - small doodle

I love their matching crazy

[butmakeitgayblog]

Alycia talking about Lexa, the BYG movement, and fans

[taechnological]

he's so boyfriend

[punkshort]

[madamemiz]

hi hello would like sun fnaf to get grabby touchy w me pls and thank you

[peachdues]

when you have to be quiet but then you make him cum so hard he has to bite the pillow or his knuckles or you to keep from crying out >

[callmearcturus]

fanfic author thinks about nothing but emotional devastation all day