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Chat, I’m currently OBSESSED with K-Pop Demon Hunters. Would y’all be interested in a fic about the Saja Boys or about a single Saja Boy? Baby Saja has my heart bro.
hi popzev!!! Ik your probably already getting a whole bunch of more baby soja request but when is more comingggggg I need ittttt !! Im sorry if I was being annoying:,(
Love, 🎀
hi!! currently, i’m working on a bigger baby saja fic for one of my best friend’s birthday, so there’s that! and i’m also trying to take a couple breaks in between writing so i don’t get burnt out too soon.
but for now, there are a lot of really good writers who write for baby saja and have a lot of content for him! so i suggest checking them out as well! :)
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The idea that these five somehow researched K-Pop and modern idol culture well enough to pull off their plan is hilarious. Jinu thinks "Save the Date" means an actual date, but understands how to manage an online fan club? I don't think so.
Jinu had come to an unfortunate realization… he was old. All of the Saja Boys were, really. Centuries in the demon realm were bound to make them a little out of touch with the times. Still, humans were predictable. They liked the same things over and over and over again. Heart throbs, cutesy guys, and the “perfect boyfriend”. All stereotypes they would use to bring the hunters to their knees and destroy the Honmoon. So why was social media so different!?
Jinu had studied the formulas, the algorithms, the statistics. It should have been easy to make a few posts about Saja Boys and leave the rest to sort itself out. But it wasn’t. He had even resorted to giving Romance control of their socials for a few hours before realizing what a horrible idea that was.
Which is what brought them to your office; a tiny little cubicle in an already cramped building. You were apparently some type of professional social media manager. The fact humans could be so obsessed with those silly accounts to need professionals to manage them was a ridiculous concept, but here they were, sitting in folding chairs that were honestly a little too small, finishing up the paper work to hire you to take control of the Saja Boys socials.
“That should about wrap things up.” You scan over the document one last time, noting the various members' names, the platforms, the follower numbers. You had to respect the hustle, at the very least. These guys only had one song out and they were milking it for all the publicity they could. They didn’t even have a manager as far as you could tell.
“Alright, then,” you open your phone and begin scrolling through your notes. “Based on how hard it was to find literally any information about you, I’m going to assume you’ve all already deleted any previous socials you had? Because stuff you said ten years ago can and will be dug up and used to cancel you if someone finds a reason to.”
“Oh, we didn’t have social media before. We should be good on that front,” Jinu smiles. That, you could believe. The posts on the Saja Boys official account were all… pretty dry. They read like something your grandpa would post, not the announcements for a hip new boy band's public appearances.
“Great. Starting from scratch,” you swipe through your phone some more, pulling up the pages you had prepared. “I’m gonna get each of you set up with your own accounts. People love it when they think famous people interact with them online. I assume you are all going for the obvious K-Pop stereotypes for mass appeal?”
“What?” Jinu looks a bit taken aback. The other four share looks of concern.
“You know, the common types of K-Pop idols that fans like?” You explain.
Five blank faces look back at you (well, four blank faces and one mass of bangs). You sigh.
“Perfect boyfriend, edgy guy, romantic, fan service,” you point to each Saja in turn, “And that dude’s literally named Baby. Either you guys are marketing geniuses or somehow fumbled your way into becoming the perfect boy band archetypes.”
There is a long pause.
You look at Jinu. Jinu looks at Romance. Romance looks at Abby. Abby looks at Mystery. Mystery just kind of sits there. Baby side-eyes you.
You are beginning to question if you should have taken this contract.
It’s Romance that saves you all.
“Exactly!” He smirks as he leans closer to you, resting his elbows on your desk. “My, aren’t you perceptive~.”
“That’s literally my job,” you say, pushing down the urge to gag. If he was going to be this insufferable the whole time you worked with the group, you might not be able to stop yourself from punching him.
“Glad to see we hired a professional,” Abby stretches as he speaks, the buttons of his frankly hideous Hawaiian shirt threatening to pop off. You wince, not looking up. Professional was a generous term. You had never worked with anyone even close to this famous. It was mostly businesses wanting to advertise or misguided twenty-somethings convinced they were going to become famous influencers. Why the Saja Boys had decided to use your services instead of a more well-known social media manager with experience in K-Pop idols was beyond you. Sure, you were significantly cheaper, but they should have been able to afford someone better, even with just the profits from Soda Pop.
“Yeah, sure,” you keep your eyes on your screen. If you were paying attention to him, you would see Abby visibly deflate ever so slightly.
“So sorry about them,” Jinu chuckles nervously and grabs Romance and Abby by the back of their necks, trying to force them into an apologetic bow. Unfortunately, because they're sitting down, he actually just ends up smashing their faces against their knees. “They’re not usually this…”
“Weird?” You finish the sentence for him. Baby scoffs. Or maybe it was a laugh. You can’t really tell. “It’s fine. I’ve dealt with worse. Now can we get to actually designing your accounts?”
“Of course!” Jinu releases Abby and Romance, who shoot him dirty looks before resuming their usual photogenic expressions.
Setting up their accounts was more trouble than it should have been. Apparently, none of them had phones. Or computers. Or internet access. None of them seemed to have any hobbies or interests you could put in their bios, and there was an uncomfortably long silence when you asked for their ages. Thankfully, making their fan club page was easy. A few pictures of the boys, a new color scheme, and a couple rephrased posts were all it took to make it match the aesthetic they were going for. Over the next week, you watched as the follower numbers steadily climbed, from a few thousand to over 50 million.
Then the Idol Awards happened.
“You should have led with the demon bit,” is the first thing you say when you see the Saja Boys again. Three of them were huddled in your office with the hoods of their jackets pulled low over their faces.
“We should have… what?” Romance furrows his eyebrows. He hasn't changed much from how he looked last week, bright pink locks sticking out from under his hood at odd angles. You're unsure how well his jacket will hide him from the public.
“I get the whole scheme was to get fans with Soda Pop, but I'm pretty sure that plan would have taken less time if you just used Your Idol right off the bat,” you explain as you scroll through #sajaboys posts on your phone.
“You're taking the whole demon thing surprisingly well,” Mystery hums. His bangs still hang over half his face, but he's at least changed his hair from greyish-purple to black.
“What can I say, I'm a professional,” you grin.
“Why did you want to meet again? We're not exactly trying to draw attention at the moment,” Baby grimaces. His hair is also black now, and his oversized sweater is nowhere to be seen. His entire body posture had also changed. Instead of kicking his feet back and forth like a child, his sneakers were firmly planted on the floor, elbows resting on his thighs. He seemed more comfortable, you thought. This look suited him better.
“Why not?” You tip your head to the side, confused.
“Did you miss the part where we tried to feed a stadium's worth of people to a demon lord last week?” Baby scoffs.
“I did not. Nor did your fans,” you smile, “The concert is still trending across most social media platforms.”
“Wait, we're trending?” Romance gasps. “I thought the hunters made up some story about us being a fake band they had pretended to fight for their ‘new single’.”
“They did. And most people believe it,” you chuckle. Hunr/x’s social team had gone above and beyond doing damage control after their public breakup and reunion. According to them, the Saja Boys had been an industry plant for the Huntr/x girls to have fake beef with while Rumi’s voice recovered. You would probably believe it, too, if you hadn't been managing the Saja Boys’ socials. Even in your limited time with them, you had noticed more than a few oddities. They were kind of garbage at pretending to be human for extended periods of time, if you were being honest. You’re shocked you didn’t figure it out earlier.
“Then why are people still talking about us? We passed three trash cans full of our merch on the way here,” Baby raises an eyebrow and jabs his thumb over his shoulder to emphasize the point.
“Well, to put it bluntly, people thought your performance was hot,” you try to say with a straight face. You're glad Abby wasn't here to hear it. He didn't need a bigger ego.
“Hot!? We were trying to-!”
“Shhh!” Baby shushes Romance, then raises his head to glance over the walls of your cubicle. “Not so loud!”
“I am well aware of the circumstances,” you sigh, then turn your computer screen around to show them. “Here, just take a look at some of these posts. You'll understand.”
“‘That Saja Boys concert was so good I gave them a standing… ovulation’...?” Mystery reads the post off your screen, confused. “Do they mean ovation?”
“No,” you shake your head. The small bit of Mystery's face you can see turns bright pink. Baby leans over the desk to get a better look.
“‘His name may be Baby but I think Daddy suits him better’?” Baby reads the post with furrowed brows, slightly pausing between each word as if he's afraid to keep going. “What the hell is this?”
“Your fans. The entire internet is full of posts like these,” you explain, turning the screen back to its proper position. You read a few more posts “‘I'll let Abby be my sanctuary any day’, ‘Why are Baby's fingers so long all of a sudden. Not that I'm complaining’, and… actually I don't think I can legally read this last one out loud but you get the point.”
“We’re popular. So what,” Baby frowns. “We’re not the Saja Boys. That was never real.”
“Yes. You also never paid me,” you tap the contract on your desk with the tip of your pen, particularly the part where they agreed to pay you. It wasn’t a lot, but it would have paid the bills for a while. “So I have a vested interest in making sure you stay popular long enough to fulfill that obligation.”
“We’re not very liquid right now,” Mystery grimaces. You briefly wonder where they were staying. If they were from hell or wherever demons came from, you doubt they had a real place to live. Perhaps they pulled some demon magic shenanigans to get an apartment?
“Yeah,” Romance scans over the contract. He hadn’t actually bothered to read it last time. “Jinu took care of all that stuff.”
“And where is he?” You ask. You had been able to find the three demons before you through a combination of social media stalking, favors from friends, and sheer determination, but Jinu and Abby seemed to have disappeared completely after their concert the night of the Idol Awards.
“Pretty sure he gave his soul to that hunter,” Baby scoffs. He seemed personally offended.
You bury your face in your hands. If you wanted to get paid, you had some phone calls to make.
hjngff since getting a job as a cleaner, my brain starts going "oooh cleaner!reader x this cast of characters, ooh cleaner!reader x those characters ooh" and the latest batch is KPDH. its also because im so over manager!reader BECAUSS ITS EVERYWHERE. I DONT WANNA BE A MANAGER OR A MAKEUP ARTIST OR A DEMON OR ANOTHER MYTHICAL BEING, LET ME BE A LOSER ON THE STREET AND HAVE THIS SHIT PLAY OUT "MY MOTHER SOLD ME TO ONE DIRECTION" STYLE OR SOMETHING
anyways imagine Cleaner!Reader who was hired by Bobby and his crew, so they're at the events, they're at the meetings, they're doing the cleaning grabbing cups and drinks and bags when idols are done with them
imagine. the signing event(from the movie, demons or not). and cleaner is just doing their job, smiling to Huntr/x cuz they work for them and they're nice to them, and then the Saja Boys. are just assholes. Baby specifically. (will be out of order from the signing event but shhhh I can't be bothered)
Jinu is polite and hands over his trash but he so very clearly sees the reader as beneath him (but also relates because "aw man how bad does life have to be to be a cleaner..." (being a cleaner is awesome btw, there's like minimum talking and free access to buildings) so he lowkey looks down on the reader while also pitying them. (Rich bitch seeing the "lower class" ass) he doesn't make any kind of small talk, thankfully. you thank him, he nods, you move on. easy.
Romance is over the top(obviously) but at least he gives you your rubbish, probably says some line about he could take you out instead, manifests hearts for you that you gently put in your bin with a smile. You've seen your fair share of idols, so his advances aren't anything special (the physical floating hearts though, so you were a little impressed by those) his attention goes back to whatever he was focused on before you came into view.
Mystery is. he's silent. he acknowledges you with a nod. pushes his trash to you. watches you through his hair as you put it away and thank him for it. he just watches. silently. you feel a little judged but at the same time, hey at least he isn't a pain in the ass. now he's trying to hand you something that isn't trash. you let out a slightly amused breath and shake your head, waving your hand for him to keep it before he starts at the table at his stuff. you move on.
Abby is already flexing and has a couple papers with his abs on them, there's a paper or two with his signature on it, with slight variations of it. You check his drink if its empty and put it away, he finally looks at you and your bin and grabs EVERYTHING in front of him, narrowing his eyes at you. You just took the scrap bits of paper and stuff in reach before moving on. he didn't lighten up his grip.
Baby was staring at you long before you approached him. with his lazy and judgy stare. You're silent as you take his bits of rubbish. You're about to move on when he reaches into his pocket, and dumps a bunch of wrappings on the table in front of him. you take them. he reaches into his pocket. you feel annoyed. you can already imagine the fancams and captiond and headline bait. you reach for his hand, opening it and taking the trash directly from it before moving on, leaving him with his hand open for a second before he unwraps a lollipop and puts the wrapper on the table. asshole.
LIKE???? it would be the slowburn of slowburn, but also hey hi I dont know idol culture much so I don't even know if this kinda interaction would be allowed, but hey!! KPDH isn't real!!! I can say whatever the fuck I want, this is tumblr!!
omg bonus, but the more events reader has to do where the Saja Boys also appear, they keep finding more blue fur and black feathers and getting so confused cuz "no one is wearing blue fur. no one is wearing feathers. animals aren't allowed in here. where the FUCK is this coming from." meanwhile Animal Companions TM are just fuckin around doing whatever and watching Jinu do what he's doing and purposefully leaving themselves around for the fun of it when they see you standing in a hallway holding the fluff or feather
i think this would be awesome and really funny so um yeah I might do silly idea things like this more cuz a fully fledged fic is so much effort and I have motivation issues
hii i love your writing for baby saja sm! could i request a fic where reader (apart of Huntrix) tries to sneak him into the Huntrix building but they end up getting caught by one of the girls? i think it'd just be super funny given the ships that the girls are in anyways..
𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 | baby saja x reader
🎫 sum. you and baby sneak in the huntrix building. / tw. nothing! / a/n: so, i wrote this as a sort of add-on to maybe, so some things may not make too much sense if you haven’t read that, but the story’s still good to follow if you haven’t. thank you, anon, for the kind words! hope you enjoy !!😊
“you stay out of sight. got it?” you stare squarely into baby’s eyes.
“i got it after the first time.” he says, tightening his hoodie to cover his hair more effectively.
“i can’t believe i agreed to this…” you murmur, massaging the bridge of your nose.
ever since the joint fan signing event, you and baby had grown closer through “coincidental” encounters and sneaking out to go see each other, without either of your respective groups knowing. although you both deny that there’s something between you, the nightly escapades certainly contradict that.
today, you both were in the mood for some spicy food, but with it being practically midnight almost everything was closed. good thing you had a stash in the kitchen back at the building, but with all the risks, you were starting to doubt your abilities to sneak him inside…
you eye your balcony up above, glancing at him for a second before jumping high enough to kick off of another building close by, exhibiting some flips and your pretty well polished parkour skills in order to finally reach your destination.
you relax from your landing position, finding baby leaning against the rails and looking at you with an amused expression on his face.
you roll your eyes. “how boring.”
“you told me to keep a low profile, right?”
“how’d you even know which floor to go to?”
“…lucky guess.”
you shrug it off with the reasoning that it must just be because of some demon’s intuition or something. opening your balcony door, you gesture inside.
you watch him put his hands in his pockets, looking around with mild curiosity as he strolls inside. you follow, shutting the entrance behind you.
his eyes land on the vase sitting on top of your nightstand.
“…you kept the flowers.” he looks at you with something you can’t quite place in his eyes.
“…i did. what, did you just expect me to throw them out?”
he shrugs, looking away at the wall. you feel all sorts of warm inside, so what if you made sure they were in good shape? they were much too pretty to let wilt and die…
“aaanyways… we should go get the food.”
he nods, the change in the air becoming prominent.
“okay, you look for the peppers and hot sauces, i’ll get all the snack foods...” you direct, rummaging through the bottom cabinets and piling everything on the counter.
“which hot sauces?”
“just get the hottest there. no open ones, though. and don’t taste test.”
you can feel him roll his eyes. ”fine. eeny meeny miny moe…”
you listen to him quietly mumble the rhyme as you finish on your side. closing all the cabinets, you turn around…
…finding him just inches away from you. you jump a little, “oh my gosh, don’t scare me like that!”
he doesn’t respond; however, simply staring into your eyes.
“…hello?…” you call to him, waving a hand in front of his face.
his eyes were intense, out of place on his soft expression.
you see his hand tentatively reach out to rest on your arm, just underneath your elbow.
“do you like me?”
your eyes widen as you snap your head up to look at him. “do i— what? wait—”
“umm…”
at a breakneck speed, you look over at the sound as baby backs away.
it’s rumi.
you gulp. “…rumi, it’snotwhatitlookslike, i swe—”
“is that… a saja boy? are you two—you—”
“we’re just hanging out,” baby steps in, “much like how you and jinu do. is there a problem?”
your eyes widen. “rumi what?”
she sharply glares at him. “i—h-he’s different, and besides, there’s nothing going on between us! but you two—” rumi sighs and pulls you next to her, baby simply just standing there as you two talk in hushed whispers, backs turned away from him.
“look, i’ve… been talking to jinu because there’s a way involving him that we can win the idol awards. i don’t know why, but i can trust him. but that guy? i—”
“rumi, you would know best if you really do trust jinu, there’s something there, okay? i trust him.” you gesture behind you. “if you get to be around jinu like he said—”
“i understand… and trust your judgement. it just… caught me off guard, you know? these guys are our sworn enemies. but it feels like a lot of what we know about demons is different with them.”
you nod. “ look, let’s promise each other: if something goes wrong, we stop. bail. and always put huntrix first.”
rumi extends her pinky, and you meet it with a light smile on both of your faces. you turn back around, finding baby eating from the spicy snack stash.
“hey, hands off! we’re supposed to share that!” you snatch the bag from him, frowning in mock hurt.
he squints at you. “you guys were talking for so long, i got hungry.”
you glance over at rumi, only to find her gone. you shake your head. you’ll have to question her more later, now that a bunch of questions are popping up in your head.
but first… gathering up the snacks in your arms, you recall baby’s earlier question. “…i do, by the way.”
he pauses before replying. “of course you do.”
you slap the back of his head.
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𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐒, & 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 | saja boys (individually) x reader
🎫 sum. how the saja boys hold your hand, hug you, and kiss you. / tw. nothing! / a/n: the gradient text took me a bit 😭
𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐔 who grasps your hand tightly whenever you’re walking side by side, as if you’ll be taken away as soon as he lets go because he doesn’t deserve someone like you.
𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐔 who hugs you like he’s trying to imprint you into his skin and mind, relishing in the couple moments of peace in your arms before he’s brought back to reality.
𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐔 who kisses you slow, putting every ounce of feeling into it like it’s the last time he’ll ever do so.
𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘 who links arms with you and holds your hand, sneering at anyone who even glances at you both because he can sense the jealousy (or so he says).
𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘 who hugs you so tightly, like he’s reminding you of his strength every opportunity he gets. who needs a chiropractor when you have this man to do the job?
𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘 who kisses you like he’s trying to prove something to someone, only to switch to being mellow and relaxed a couple seconds later.
𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 who holds your hand like he has the possibility to crush it in his own, gently letting it be against his without firmly gripping. but whenever someone comes up to you initiating a conversation, you feel him squeeze just a bit tighter.
𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 who hugs you with his head buried into your neck or nuzzled into the top of your head.
𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 who kisses you shyly, letting you take the lead and the privilege of cupping his face and brushing away the hair from his face to reveal his eyes looking lovingly into yours.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 who holds your hand elegantly like you’re royalty, tracing little hearts into your skin with his finger.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 who hugs you with a hand around your waist and one behind your head, bringing you in with a gently placed smile and sometimes a small flirtatious comment.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 who kisses you like a scene out of a k-drama (which he definitely binged for references), never short with a delicate press turning into something a bit more fierce.
𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 who holds your hand in his pocket or holds it so loosely you think he doesn’t like it, come to find out that when you pull away he’ll tighten his grip immensely on you.
𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 who hugs you with his hands playing with your hair or whatever you’re wearing, hiding his face that’s growing embarrassingly hot into your neck, shoulder, and so on.
𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 who kisses you and has a mood swing from being careless to having so much passion evident that you can’t help but laugh a little whenever he glances away from your eyes afterward. he always ends up with a smile; though, and leaves a peck on the side of your lips when he leaves.
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my brain needed to vomit something out so it can stop its kpop overdrive.. Anyway been thinking about how I like his design. like. his head is literally heart shaped
🎫 sum. late night meetings and boba drinking. / tw. nothing / a/n: let’s play a game called how long will i write till i achieve burnout 🙏
“you’re back.”
he nods. you move to the side to make room for him to sit on the bench.
taking off his mask and hat that were effectively covering his face, he sits next to you, letting out a sigh.
“tough day again?” you ask, as if you’d known him for awhile now.
“i’m exhausted.” he mutters in return, leaning his head back and slouching in the seat.
you smile a bit at the display and turn to the drink holder on your other side. you take a straw and pop it into the top of the drink you got for him.
he lifts himself up a bit when you offer him the boba drink in your hand.
you point to the container, smiling. “look, they already started printing your faces onto the cups.”
he stares into his own, human eyes, looking at him from the cup. he then looks into yours. taking the drink, he quickly averts his attention to the ground.
“not even a thank you?” you tease.
“…thanks.”
”you know, you’re pretty popular— your cups were selling fast.”
he glances at you. “who’d you get?”
you hold up your cup. “i was lucky to get two of the same, by request.”
he stares into his eyes again from your cup. it’s odd, but for some reason he can’t place he looks happier on your container than his own.
”thank you. again. for this, and for taking up your time yesterday.” he swirls the tapioca around mindlessly.
“and the day before that,” you remind him before quickly adding, “not that i mind too much, of course.”
it’s silent. comfortable silence, simply admiring the view in front of you as if etching it into your mind.
“can i try your drink?” he suddenly asks.
you almost choke, swallowing fully before coughing a bit. you look over at him to find him just… watching you.
“i… i mean, i guess, sure, why?”
“this one’s too sweet.” he mumbles.
“i got the lowest sweetness options for you, th—”
“your drink looks good.”
you feel your face heat up and without more discussion switch drinks with him. you notice the way his face lights up as he takes it in his hands, while you take it much more timidly.
he actually starts kicking his feet a little as he drinks from it. you can’t help but laugh a little at the scene as you slowly bring what was his straw to your lips.
and although he thought the taste was okay at best, he finished it all anyways. guess you just had that effect on him!
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Kpop Demon Hunters gets funnier the longer you think about it. Jinu had to approach his demon boy band and tell them that it's a common thing for bands to have a 'baby archetype' member. one of them had to volunteer or get chosen for this