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This is super cute!! 💕💋

Hiya! Could I perhaps get the boys reacting to their gf just peppering their faces with kisses? (Bonus points if they're COVERED in cutesy lipstick marks after that–DOUBLE BONUS POINTS if a fan catches a pic of them like that somehow (when asked why their s/o didn't say anything she just shrugs; they look cute that way what do you want from her!))

Love your stuff as always! -💙

Thank you for the request! This was an absolutely adorable idea. Here you go!💌

🌙Saja Boys x Reader — Marked by You

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🧿 Jinu 

You’d barely had your second sip of morning iced coffee when you crawled into Jinu’s lap, balancing carefully as he tried to finish his planner notes.

“Wait, wait—!” he mumbled, but it was too late. You dotted a kiss to his nose, then his cheekbone, then his other cheek, then his jaw. You chased the corners of his lips with pecks, giggling the whole time as your lipstick left a soft trail of bubblegum-pink across his skin like a heart-shaped crime scene.

“You're not gonna warn me?” he said in disbelief, blinking up at you with a pen still in hand and his glasses sliding down his nose.

“You look cute this way,” you shrugged, patting his face. “It's fashion. You're trending.”

He looked like he wanted to argue—he really did—but you could see the way his ears turned red. He ended up letting out a long, helpless sigh and resting his head back on your shoulder.

Later, when he walked out to grab takeout from the front desk, he passed a group of teens who froze mid-conversation.

“Oh my god,” one whispered. “That’s Jinu. He’s—he’s COVERED in kisses.”

The fancam had nearly a million likes by morning. Jinu's only comment on it?

“This is defamation.” (Sent from your account.)

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💪 Abby 

Abby had just finished his workout. He looked flushed, golden, sweaty — basically, a walking thirst trap.

So of course you ambushed him on the floor mat with open arms and a glittery tube of red lipstick.

“Babe?” he asked cautiously, muscles still flexing under the tank top. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You tackled him like a koala, straddled his waist, and smooched the life out of him.

Each kiss landed with a dramatic mwah. Abby laughed the whole time, limbs limp as he tried not to roll you both across the mat. But when you finally let him go and he looked at himself in the mirror—

“Wait. Why do I look like Valentine’s Day?”

“Because you are,” you said sweetly, snapping a picture.

Unfortunately, one of the gym trainers walked in right then and absolutely lost it. They posted it to their story with “our fave romantic wrestler got jumped” as the caption. Abby found out during dinner.

He just looked at you with a long, betrayed expression… then shrugged.

“Okay, but I do look good.”

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📚 Mystery 

Mystery was halfway through reading when you silently straddled his lap and kissed his forehead.

Then his temple.

Then his nose.

He didn’t say a word. Not even when you kissed his chin. Not when you smooched his jaw. He just tilted his head slightly, letting you angle him like a sculpture.

“I’m decorating,” you explained, lips tinted with plum gloss. “You’re my canvas.”

“I see,” he replied evenly.

You smushed a final kiss to his cheekbone and sighed in satisfaction.

Only then did he speak again—voice low and unreadable.

“…You forgot one spot.”

You blinked, about to ask what he meant, when he tilted his head and tapped his neck, just below the ear.

Oh. Oh.

He didn’t move for you. He just waited, eyes barely half-lidded, until you leaned in again. You left a dramatic lipstick stamp right where he pointed.

Twenty minutes later, a fan who’d been standing behind Mystery in line at the bookstore posted a blurry shot captioned:

“not me behind this man who just finished a romance novel and has kiss marks all over his throat???”

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💋 Romance

Romance had just finished doing his hair. That was his first mistake.

His second mistake was standing near the vanity where you were testing a brand new lipstick — hot coral pink, glossy finish.

“Ooooh,” you whispered, eyes lighting up. “Hold still.”

“I literally just did my hair—”

Too late. You attacked.

Romance yelped as you cornered him into the mirror, covering every inch of his face in affection. You kissed his cheekbones, his forehead, his chin, his eyelids. You kissed the little mole near his ear, kissed the tip of his nose. He protested in dramatics, but never pushed you away.

When you finally stepped back to admire your masterpiece, he was glowing.

He stared at his reflection in horror.

“I look like a crime of passion.”

“You look adorable.”

“NO,” he said, snatching his phone and immediately opening the camera. “NO, wait—actually…”

He posted a full selfie to his story with a filter that added sparkles.

“Say hello to KISSCORE.™️”

One fan reposted it with the caption:

“this is not an idol this is someone’s boyfriend having the time of his life.”

And honestly? They were right.

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🔥 Baby

Baby was still rubbing his eyes when you pounced on him that morning.

You'd been waiting. Waiting until he was just barely awake, soft with sleep and warm under the oversized hoodie he stole from your side of the closet. He was a blank canvas.

You didn’t go easy.

Baby made a sound of protest and tried to roll away, but you climbed on top of him and showered his face in smooches.

“Babe—what—why do you taste like strawberry—”

You shushed him with another kiss. By the time you were done, his entire face was a collage of glossy kiss marks. His eyes narrowed at your smug expression.

“You didn’t even TRY to warn me.”

“I tried. You were asleep.”

He glared. But the glare softened quickly, because your grin was all teeth and affection, and he could feel the sticky gloss prints all over his cheeks, jaw, and neck.

Unfortunately for him, the fan photo was taken exactly twenty minutes later, when you stopped by a bakery and he turned to thank the cashier.

The post?

“He said ‘thank you!’ with like 13 lipstick marks on his face. No one survives this relationship.”

And he didn’t.

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Getting snacks for the team!

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K-Pop Demon Hunter Fic News!

Hey everyone! 👋🏼

So I've finally come up with a title for my K-Pop Demon Hunter fanfic! It's going to be called "Not As it Seems". I'm so excited to get started on working on this fic for the fans!

I will eventually make a masterlist for this series, and in the meantime; if there's anyone interested in being tagged as I post chapters, please let me know so I can make a taglist.

~Nightshade

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WHERE'S OUR SEASON 2?!!!!!! WE WANT MORE MOON KNIGHT!!!

Oscar Isaac Behind The Scenes of Moon Knight 💖 — Marvel Studios: Assembled | The Making of Moon Knight 🌙

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Meet my Character and her Friend -Not As it Seems (KPDH Fic)

Name: Angel (No Last Name)

Age: 2̴̣̟̯͇͈̳͈͈͍̰̤͙̠͌̈́͒̃̋͆̏̅̚͘͜͜1̵͍͎͈͂̊͜

Height: 5'3

Weight: 97lbs

Skin Tone: Ivory

Appearance: shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, hourglass figure

Personality: Loyal, Friendly, Bubbly, Trustworthy, Charming, I̴͙̠̺̩͙̲̻̪͎̅͌̓̿̍̀̓̀͐͘͝͠ǹ̷̼̣͈̭̀n̸̯̳̾́̐͗͊̓̽̈́̍̃̾̒̍̈́̚o̶̢̡̺̼̼̘̖͈̤̰̰̮͓̓̾̋̐͜c̵̖̦͕̜̫͚͍͇͋̈́̈͒̔̀̔͆̕ͅḙ̴̦̳̞̝̮̼̭̥̜̔̃̅̈́͛̏̒̐̀̃͜n̸̥̣̖̰̺̜̗͙̲̉̎t̶̖̥̦̘̗͚̼̠̔͊̌̓̌̒́͂̆́̚ ̸̨̪̗̳̙͚͈̗̫̼̹͇̰̉̐͋̑, Ņ̵͓̲͆̾͆̿̏̆̄̚͝͝a̶̻̗̟̕î̴̢̟̺̯͙̬͒͑̀̊͂͋͆͒͐͝ͅv̵̢̧̲̰̬̝̘̲̟̟͇̹̜͗̌͊ę̴̛̮͚̳̠̻͙͓̻̝̌̿̽́̅͗͗̔̐̓͘͜͠͠͝ ̷̩̲̭͂, O̸̡̲̣̍̐̿b̷̛͓̈͊̉̆̎̇̐̍͊͠͠l̸̨͖̩͔̻̺̫̠̗̣̪̃͆̒̑̓̎̚͝i̷̛̫͚̲̣̣̞̋̎̌͐̄̈̓̿̏̐͜v̴̢̯̪̪̱̲̹͇̦̦̞̱̐͛̅̔͗͂̓̄̆ͅȉ̵̺͇̥̫͊͐̈́͒̎̉̑̃͗̓̀̐͝ͅǫ̸͚͉̻͚̱̱̓̇u̶͍̣̣͉̥̤̤̺͇͓̦͋͂̈́̎͆̀̀́͘͠ş̸̬̜̤͇̑͆̅̊̋͑ ̶̛̞̹̘͈͙̪͔̞̯̯̞̲̝͆̇͛͋̈́́̈́̍̀̓͌, S̷̨̟̯̖̗̹̘̲̣͚̻͛ͅͅǫ̴̰̲͍̭̀ͅf̶̧̺͉̩̙̜̹̞͊̄͝ţ̴̺̗̲̩̖̳̹̅͐̅̉̈́͜͝ ̷̨̙͙̰͇̝̲̙̤̝̇͑̎̄̍͠ͅ

Name: Jack Ņ̷̜̙̞͈̩̩͎̜͙̳̳̼̾̀̕ǐ̶͔̭͌̉̄̑͊̇̅́̓͝͝c̴̲̗̭̈̍͂̕ͅh̶̨̢͇̟̯̣̗̦͈̺̫̲̲͈͇͂̋̀̈́̿̆̊͋̋̚͝o̶̡̧̥̜̞̭͉̞̹̭̔̀̀̉̄͒͂͊͒̔̽͠ͅľ̵̡̞̹͇̻̤̘͎͑̒̈͌̕͝s̵̢̥̭̹̪͙̤̟̩̜͛̀̆͋͋̑͛͗͐̽̒̃͝ ̴͓̗͇̒̒͂͊̏̍

Nickname: E.J

Age: [Redacted]

Height: 6'7

Weight: 185lbs

Skin Tone: Olive

Appearance: Floppy brown hair, black eyes, slim but fit build (A/N: Jack doesn't have any facial hair. The picture just represents his skin tone.)

Personality: Loyal, Protective, Intelligent, Quiet

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Not As it Seems Synopsis (KPDH Fic)

Angel is your average American girl. She runs a place called "The Nirvana Bakery", where she sells American and Korean baked goods. Huntr/x, after taking refuge in the bakery from overzealous fans after they first debuted, had quickly befriended the girl when she treated them like regular people.

With Golden premiering early, a new K-Pop group enters the scene: a boy band called the Saja Boys. After seeing them debut in the square, Angel slowly gets to know them better when they visit her bakery. Unknowingly, she puts herself right in the middle of the Saja Boys, Huntr/x "feud".

But, maybe Angel isn't as average as she seems. Not to mention, her friend is a little odd. ... Seriously, how did they become friends? They're complete opposites!

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A/N: I'll introduce you guys to my character and her friend next!

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Jinu Art

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Alright! The results are in!! I'll be trying my hand at writing a poly!relationship.

Coming real soon: the synopsis of my KPDH fic idea!!!

KPDH Fic Relationship Poll

Good Gods... I haven't published anything on my Tumblr account in ages!!!

Anyways! I watched KPop Demon Hunters with my roomie when it came out and now I have that KPDH brainrot. I do have a fic idea in mind, but before I share that, I wanted to get the fans input on what relationship they would be interested in.

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Jinu and Rumi Art

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KPDH Fic Relationship Poll

Good Gods... I haven't published anything on my Tumblr account in ages!!!

Anyways! I watched KPop Demon Hunters with my roomie when it came out and now I have that KPDH brainrot. I do have a fic idea in mind, but before I share that, I wanted to get the fans input on what relationship they would be interested in.

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Can i request Eyeless Jack with his human s/o who's sick? I currently have the flu and I'm ✨️ suffering ✨️ thank you!

Influenza | Eyeless Jack x GN! Reader

Summary: Good ol’ sick comfort :)

TWs: Nothing for once !!

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I hope your flu is gone now that is has been well over a month since you left this request! Sorry for the time it took, but hopefully this will come in handy the next time you feel under the weather :)

Jack couldn’t help but wince at the ugly cough that forced itself out of your throat. The sound almost foreign to his ears, he didn’t even need to hear you speak to know you had run your vocal cords raw. Coughs steadily devolving into raggedy, mucus punctuated breaths, you snatched the water from his hands with an urgency he hadn’t entirely expected. Gulping down the cool liquid, the look of discomfort on your face suggested you probably also had a sore throat. 

If there was one thing Jack could confidently say he didn’t miss about humanity, it would be the throws of illness. Admittedly, no one in these woods was the picture-book definition of “healthy” in any sense of the word. But, you seemed in pretty good spirits when he saw you less than 24 hours ago. Now, bundled under several layers of quilts and your head propped against the inclined pillows, you were like a proper hospital patient. 

"Here," He held his hand out towards you, an array of fever reducers and decongestants in his palm, "These should help."

Normally, Jack would leave you for as long of a period as he had tonight. As a human, you were generally assigned vastly different tasks from the demon. Though, whether night or day, he usually found himself undisturbed by the time you decided to get some (usually much needed) rest. Undeniably, he had grown fond of the routine and sheer domesticity of it all. His body no longer required sleep to function nor was he even able to enter that REM state that you could. Regardless, Jack found himself slipping into a comfortable, in-between space instead: not quite awake or asleep. Trusting his ever vigilant senses to alert him to any danger, he instead found himself relaxing to the sound of your gentle breaths and steady heartbeat. 

In the hectic world of the supernatural, however, you can't always expect that level of consistency. With you busy throughout the day on some sort of mission, Jack knew his impending nighttime food run meant he wouldn't see you until the early hours of the following day. Lingering in the cabin a little longer than necessary, he held onto the hope that you two might see each other again for just a moment before parting once more. Maybe, he should have waited just a bit longer for you.

"Thanks." You muttered hoarsely.

Fingertips brushing against his palm, you plucked the medicine from his hold. Downing the pills in a few gulps of water, he quickly took the water from your hold before you even thought about shifting positions to do it yourself. 

Upon entering your shared cabin an hour ago now, he had attempted to creep quietly over the creaky floorboards. Intent on keeping his movements gentle so as to not wake you, it quickly became a futile exercise as your muffled coughs escaped the confines of your bedroom. He wasn’t surprised to hear that you hadn’t slept a wink since returning from your mission. 

"Need anything else?" He asked.

"No," You rasped, "This fuckin' sucks."

Jack chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, at your discontent, "The medicine should help. You should try to get some sleep too."

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he looked over your bundled up form as though to confirm for himself that you had everything you needed. Even through your wheezing breaths and sniffles, his ears still managed to pick up on the patter of raindrops against the roof and windows outside. It had been a constant downpour since he had left hours ago, and he had a feeling that the poor weather was what contributed to your exacerbated state. 

Reaching a hand out to your forward, he felt that you were warm, more so than usual against his unheated skin. Normally, he wouldn’t advocate for such imprecise tests, but you seemed to gain much more enjoyment from the press of his cool skin than a piece of plastic. Leaning into his touch, you sighed in relief. 

"I'll try," You replied, clearly reluctant of your ability to get some proper sleep, " You gonna' leave me here?"

Jack sighed, catching that you didn't actually want him to go. Ignoring that he made an absolute mess of the freezer in his haphazard attempt to store his food quickly, there were additional tasks that he needed to complete. Having gathered a number of medications during his time out, he could think of a few people who would soon begin pestering him about their whereabouts. Though, it wasn’t like they would die without them.

"I'll stay for a little." He answered.

Jack only needed to hear your following words to know a smile was lighting your features, "Yay."

Sitting up, he adjusted the blankets so that he could join you underneath them. Thankful that he had already changed out of his wet clothes, he was able to relish in the warmth underneath the covers.

"You're gonna keep that on?" Instantly, he knew you were talking about his mask.

He often forgot about the piece of plastic resting over his features, having grown so used to its constant presence. Though, it seemed he had, inadvertently, made you more used to its absence. Once he started removing the mask around you, it seemed to open the floodgates for you to constantly beg him to take it off. Though he wasn't as disgusted by his appearance (or rather, the little that he could see of it) as he once was, he didn't think the mask was that awful. Admittedly, he almost never denied your request, and he found himself finding a certain enjoyment in feeling your, comparatively, softer hands against his face.

Reaching for the bottom half of the plastic, he made sure to not get any trails of goopy eye-tar onto the blankets. Even though it was usually inevitable, he tried his best to prevent any unnecessary mess from the thick, teary liquid. Reaching his arm mindlessly behind him, Jack waited until he heard the scrape of the material against the wooden nightstand. While it was just as easy to throw it mindlessly onto the floor, he felt at least a bit of care for the item that had served him so well over the years.

"Happy?" He muttered.

Seemingly pleased with yourself, you simply let out a hum of agreement. Pushing a palm against his chest and pulling at his arm, you practically molded him into your desired pillow. Making him lay flat against the bed, you rested your head against his chest and let his arm wrap naturally around your shoulders. An amused smile crossed his features at your indirect bossiness. Though, he’d never tell you that the gesture sent butterflies through his stomach like he was some hopelessly pining idiot again.

“You can’t say anything,” you piped up, clearly aware of his expression, “I’m sick.”

“You’re the only one talking.” His chest rumbled as he let out a barely contained chuckle.

With a scoff, you flicked your finger against his chest. It was hardly a painful retaliation, but one that expressed your “irritation” nevertheless. As Jack’s soft laughs dissipated, he let you settle into a comfortable silence.

Your breaths weren’t nearly as even as he was accustomed to. Occasionally pricked by a wheeze, a light cough, or a sniffle, he gently trailed the tips of his sharp nails across your back in comforting, circular motions. Letting himself zone out for a bit, he wasn’t surprised when the heave of your chest lightened and you finally fell asleep.

Smiling to himself, he glanced down once more. Your face was firmly rested against his chest, the cool spot forming there suggesting you were drooling. Perhaps he would make fun of you for it later, but, for now, he was content. 

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the exception

saja boys x manager!fem!reader

theme: love (?), fights, unfinished.

notes: can be interpretrd as platonic love/familial love, contains spoilers from the movie. might make a part 2 if this gets enough love lol

"shit," jinu hears someone whisper from beside him and he was sure it was abby. the rest of their chants stopped abruptly, the other three turned sharply, catching the edge of abby's panic. "of course, she's fucking here."

there was something about abby's fear-stricken expression that made them hesitate. afraid, perhaps, of what it meant for their usually easy-going fellow demon to be the complete opposite. tense. panicking, maybe. perhaps, even afraid.

"who?" it was mystery who asked quietly, scanning the crowd to see what caused his fellow demons to react. it wasn't long before his eyes sees her too and he swore his heart froze at the sight as fear washed over him in waves. what abby felt at the moment was clear as day to him; as if he and abby had one heart, beating so fast in anxiety it would explode at any moment.

"why is she here?" baby managed to ask, barely a whisper but they all hear it anyway. he could feel anger clawing at his chest. red, hot, and searing. "she isn't supposed to be here!" if not for romance's hand on his shoulder, he would have stomped his way over and dragged her somewhere far away—yell, probably, at her stupid face for being here when she wasn't supposed to be.

a paid leave.

after that horror show of a stage where the nation's top girl group publicly broke up, the saja boys were, of course, automatically crowned the winner. despite all the depressing things that happened a dew hours ago, they were happy enough to give their manager a much deserved paid leave for the day. 'you deserve a break, manager-nim!' they exclaimed, enthusiastic, as if they weren't planning the demise of the entire country just a few hours later.

she wasn't supposed to be here. she's supposed to be at home, in her pajamas, holding a bucket of ice cream and binge watching her brainrots all night long. at the safety of her home three hours away from here. not here, not in this last concert.

but she's here, and she's walking unknowingly towards her own eternal damnation. too close to the stage than they would have liked.

just because she loved them too much, grown too fond, always the supportive one behind the scenes. she came because she wanted to watch them shine, yet—"she's going to fucking die."

romance doesn't flinch at the glare that baby sent him, even when he aggressively shook his shoulder to get his hand off his skin. baby was anything but scary—the fire behind them, however, is another story.

while he doesn't care if gwi-ma punished them for straying too far from their mission. if they became too close with a mortal than they were supposed to. he can take a decade more of suffering and he's sure the other four too, as they are stronger than they seem.

gwi-ma could lash him with fire, chain his soul in eternal hell, tear open his memories and make him relive the worst of them on repeat.

he could survive it.

they would.

but she's human. their manager. she's soft and too good for the world. if gwi-ma can no longer hurt them, the leash on their necks becoming too lose, then he'll find other ways. and he's no doubt not above using other people to get what he wants.

he could feel the purple tattoos on his skin pulse. searing, burning his skin as it glows underneath his robes. a warning. gwi-ma is noticing the hesitation, sensing the doubts that's been planted in their heads. he's sure the others could feel it too.

continue, gwi-ma whispered to their ears. if you value your lives, continue.

feed me.

sing.

but their hesitance was all what gwi-ma needed to grumble in fury. he roars, angry, and all five demons crouched down to cover their ears at the sheer intensity and volume of their king. terrifying. his flames licked barely at the skin and it already felt like they were melting. their tattoos glowed purple, leaving pain in its wake.

gwi-ma was angry.

"no–" mystery mutters as he holds his arms in a poor attrmpt of self-comfort, but his attention was somewhere else. in the center of arena was a portal, like a throbbing wound in the shape of a god’s hunger, an extension of gwi-ma's body as the honmoon tore. "no no no!–" his outburst dragged the rest of them out of their stunned daze, and they watched in horror.

hundreds of demons were crawling out of the portal—feral, fang-ridden, spine-bent monsters from the deepest pit of their world.

and more were still coming. thousands. maybe worse.

and they're all headed towards you.

it was jinu who was the first to move.

it was like he was flying. his entire body launching toward you, fueled by nothing but pure instinct and that shattering sense of knowing he'd never forgive himself if somethimg had happened to you right infront of him.

he collided with you just as one of the creatures came too close, claws raised.

his arms wrapped around you, tight and trembling, and then you were both hurtling through the crowd, crashing into stunned, half-conscious bodies, rolling until your momentum died in the chaos.

jinu was shaking. pain shot through his shoulder. his whole body was screaming as his tattoo pulsed once more, warning him of his mission. it burns it burns it burns—

but you were still in his arms. alive.

"you're safe," he whispers as he shields you with his body. it didn't matter if you couldn't hear him in your state, still brainwashed under their song. all that mattered was you were and will be kept safe from harm.

behind him, footsteps followed.

guttural screeches. the sound of claws tearing through flesh. adisgusting gurgling, like the demons were choking on their own corrupted blood, and then ash.

surrounding him was the four demons he's grown close to. their fangs bared, eyes burning with need to protect. their tattoos, like his, were flaring like war paint but the pain didn't matter.

all eyes were on you; their manager.

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It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Can I request Jamie Reyes (established relationship) where reader would sometimes kiss the blue scarab stuck into his back and Khaji Da likes the kisses?

Soothing ➜ Jaime Reyes × GN!Reader

i feel awful because this has been sitting in my inbox for a while

Warnings: back kisses, mostly fluff, but sort of short

was i listening to becky g while writing this? yes. she's my favorite artist & you can quote me on that

In your eyes, his back looked like it was asking for a break. After all, with a blue scarab stuck on his back, who wouldn't think that? You'd ask him if it had hurt and he would say no, but from the way his back practically screamed in pain, you rolled your eyes. "You're as stubborn as they come, Reyes." He furrowed his brows as he looked at you. "What's that supposed to mean?" You chuckled. "Exactly what it means." He grabbed his pillow and threw it at you playfully. "You're lucky I love you." You smile before kissing his cheek. "I know."

You run your finger down the red on his back, causing Jaime to smile. "What are you doing?" He asked softly. "If you want, I can stop." He shook his head, and you peppered kisses down his back. He sighed in relief when he felt your lips on his back. "That feels nice." You smile before placing a kiss above the scarab on his back.

"Jaime?" Khaji-Da's voice echoed through his head, causing him to hum in response. "Why do they always do this to you?" The A.I. asked with a hint of curiosity in its voice. "They're soothing the pain on my back." He answered. You figured he was talking to Khaji-Da, so you didn't say anything. "Can you tell them something for me?" Jaime smiled. "Of course, Khaji. What do you want me to say?"

You raised a brow as you sat up straight. "Amor," (Love,) Jaime says quietly. "Yeah?" He beckoned you to get closer to him with two fingers and you complied. "Khaji says they appreciate you and your kisses and says they feel nice." You felt your cheeks warm up at what he said. "Really?" He nods, causing his curls to bounce a bit. "Khaji also wants to know if you can do it again and kiss the scarab. It soothes them too." You grin before nodding. "Okay," Jaime smiles when you go back to kissing the red aches on his back softly along with placing a small kiss on the scarab. "If you ever hurt them-" Jaime chuckles. "Don't worry, Khaji. I don't plan on it."

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hey babes, since we both have a raging crush on cato could u do something where a guy is harassing you and he comes to ur rescue 😍 (cliché ik but like he would be so hot doing it, we love a protective man) 

pairing: cato hadley x fem!reader

warnings: cato is possessive and hot, the district 6 boy is a jerk (idk if this is accurate to canon at all but idc sue me)

hunger games masterlist

You're watching Cato practice throwing spears with Marvel on the first day of training. You observe the way his biceps flex, pushing the veins out of his arms as he lifts the weapon over his shoulder and puts his weight behind the throw- you really do pity the ones who will be on the receiving end of him in the coming weeks.

You glance down, twisting a knife between your fingers, watching enraptured as it glides through your digits and light bounces from the metallic blade, throwing a myriad of whites and blues across the other weapons hung on the walls.

You don't hear the boy sneak up behind you, his broad hands coming to rest on your waist in a place he most definitely should not be touching; your elbow drives back into him instinctually as you spin to face him, and you pin him to the wall by your forearm. It's the boy from District 6 - Jason, you recall. He's seemed to be keeping a low profile until now, until his disdain towards Cato has seemed to reignite in a bout of fury. And, well, he has to take it out on someone.

"What do you think you're doing?"

He hums noncommittally.

"I think they call this making alliances, sweetheart," Jason says, grinning crudely. Your blood is running hot, rushing in your ears as you push against his neck with your arm and bare your teeth.

"You call me sweetheart again and I'll cut your eyes out. I don't care where we are," you spit, stepping back. "Leave me alone."

His hand bunches into the back of your t-shirt as you start to retreat and he yanks you backwards; your back hits the wall with a loud thump and you hiss, kicking out at him as he presses his chest to yours and rakes his eyes over every inch of your body.

"You don't wanna do this," you laugh, a smirk creeping onto your face that you just can't hold back as you let him hold you there and wait.

"Why's that? I don't see anyone else around," he murmurs, his face so close you can feel his hot breath. "Just you and me."

You raise your eyebrows before you're tilting your head and screaming over his shoulder.

"Cato! Cato!"

Cato's head snaps up and he thrusts the spear he was using into Marvel's hands; he's across the training room floor before you can even shriek his name again.

Jason doesn’t have time to as much as step back before Cato is behind him, chest heaving in a barely concealed fury, pale face flushed and ready for another fight. Jason is lifted seemingly out of thin air by only the back of his neck and he starts to thrash as he’s tossed across the hard training room floor.

“Are you stupid?” he seethes. “She told you to leave her alone! You’ve just sealed your fate, you’re the first one I’m coming after when we get to that arena.”

You creep up next to him, leaning coyly against Cato’s shoulder as you stare down at the District 6 boy.

“I told you. You shouldn’t have done that,” you tease. Cato's thick arm comes up and over your shoulders protectively as he holds him to the floor with his boot clad foot.

"Come on," Cato says. "We're leaving."

His grip is like iron around your hand, his knuckles white as the blood drains from them. You can feel the anger rolling off of him in waves - shoulders squared, jaw ticking.

He drags you all the way back to the tribute quarters, slamming the door closed behind the pair of you and spinning on his heel to pace the length of the room.

"Cato, c'mon," you murmur. "He's just an asshole. He can be the first one we kill in there."

"It's more than that," he groans. "Why does he think he can come and talk to you like that? That prick has overstepped more than once."

"I know." You tug him back towards you and cradle the side of his neck; he's hot, and his pulse thrums under your touch. "It doesn't matter anymore, he's a prick and we'll get rid of him."

"Okay," Cato whispers, leaning down to brush his nose against your own. You hum and push out the creases in his forehead where his brow has knit. His eyes soften at the gesture, and you smile in response, scrunching your nose as he rubs his cheek against yours. He grumbles.

"Stop being so pretty, I'm trying to focus here."

You laugh and wrap your arms fully around his shoulders and neck, reaching up on your tiptoes to slot your lips between his. His muscles, coiled tight and tense, start to relax at your touch. He presses into you, deepening the kiss, hungry for you. He's consumed by it, by the possessiveness he feels over you, by the rage that Jason laid a hand on you at all. You lose yourself in it: in his smell and his touch and how he feels against you enveloping your senses. Reluctantly, you pull away and grin at him, knuckles brushing his sharp cheekbone.

"C'mon, we gotta start making a plan for the games. I'll put Jason first on the list."

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could I please get a Cato x soft/quiet gf reader she’s really good at hiding and when he’s training or even talking with friends she sneaks a kiss when he’s not looking and disappears until one day he finally catches her and gives her a real kiss💓

pairing: cato hadley x fem!reader

summary: you hide from cato when he wants a kiss. he always finds you in the end...

hunger games masterlist

Cato has always thought you're charming in a sort of elusive way; you're not a particularly social creature, quick on your feet and opting to hide and duck out of people's line of sight before they've even spotted you. It's endearing, truly, but it tends to frustrate him when all he wants is a kiss from you.

Cato's practicing his knife throwing in an empty field lined with dummies. He brings his elbow up and over his head before letting the blades cut through the air and thwack as they lodge themselves in the targets every time. You watch, entranced - perched just out of his line of sight - as his muscles ripple and flex with his movements; you imagine how they feel under your touch, his warm skin under your hands.

He's just thrown the last one when your cold fingertips graze his waist; his t-shirt has ridden up to expose a pale sliver of skin: ridged abs and a line of blonde hair that disappears beneath his low hung shorts.

He reaches out but you're too quick, ducking under his armpit and snaking up his front for a chaste peck before you're off again.

"Hey!" he yells as you disappear up a nearby tree. "Come back!"

He crosses his arms and plants himself at the roots of the tree, glaring up as you keep climbing. You giggle, traversing the length of a particularly thick branch and wrapping your legs around the width of it in order to hang upside down. Your hair forms what can only be described as a halo as you swing from side to side and grin.

"Cato," you hum, sing-song voice taunting him. He creeps closer and tries his luck in catching you. You're faster, snapping back up to lay horizontally on the branch, too high for even your hulking boyfriend to reach.

"Come here!" he huffs, brow knit as he stares up at you. You only scrunch your nose and raise an eyebrow and his tone changes like the flick of a switch. "Baby, please. C'mere."

You only shake your head and wiggle your fingers at the blonde boy and he seizes the opportunity, locking his fingers with your own as they reach for him enticingly. Your eyes widen and you shriek as he tugs and you come toppling down rather unceremoniously.

Of course he wouldn't let you fall and you land in a heap in his arms, hair static and frazzled as he sets you down.

“Cato!” You scold. “That’s not funny!”

He presses his chest close, his face burying in the juncture of your neck as he kisses and nips at the soft skin there.

“Wasn’t supposed to be,” he murmurs, big hands squeezing the fat of your hips. “You kept hiding from me.”

You pout and push lightly at his chest, forcing him to take a step back.

“Awh,” he coos, pressing a thumb to the plush flesh of your lip before he’s leaning in for a kiss. No chaste pecks or soft, fleeting moments- he’s determined to get a real kiss from you, all tongues and teeth and heaving chests as he steals your breath.

The only sounds to be heard are the whistling of wind and the soft smack of your mouths as he kisses you with fervour. Your hand comes up to his neck, fisting the short hairs at the nape to pull him closer. You feel his smile against your mouth.

“This is all I wanted from you,” he snarks, sarcasm dripping from his tongue as you chase his lips to keep him quiet.

“Shh,” you whisper, eyes fluttering as he bites into your bottom lip and soothes the pain away with his tongue.

He pulls away heavy lidded and breathing hard.

“Caught you.”