hi 🥺 since you wrote a saja boys fic of the kissing fic, can i request for a huntrix version?
where they like to kiss you ──── huntrix.
featuring. rumi, mira, and zoey
notes. no way, this is my first time writing for women. how interesting..... gn¡reader btw. i know these girls are ultimate lovers, you can't tell me otherwise. saja boys version.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ RUMI
rumi likes to kiss your lips and hands. as traditional as it gets, she finds comfort first in holding your hands, caressing your knuckles gently or playing with your hands. then, she moves to kiss them softly, always seeking to press her lips on yours right after it. the caressing of hands is like build-up and the secret messages of affection rumi shows before sealing it with a kiss to your lips. kissing her soft lips always feels like heaven to you. why wouldn't it when she's a sweetheart?
𖥔 ݁ ˖ MIRA
neck. oddly enough, she's not too much of a romantic. sure, she likes little touches with your fingers, hands always seeking silent comfort to with your hands and all. but when she wants to kiss you, mira finds herself buried in the crook of your neck, kissing softly and gently. it's not in the sexual way where it'll leave marks, but it's enough for your skin to memorise the way her lips feels against you and her lipgloss stains which will definitely leave marks on your neck.
𖥔 ݁ ˖ ZOEY
her favourite places to kiss are your cheeks and nose. she's always dreamt of kissing her beloved darling in those two places, because those are her favourite features of yours. your soft cheeks and your totally awesome nose. it feels affectionate and so adorable to her. and zoey loves seeing your face burned in a shade of red roses after she always pecks your cheeks and nose. she's an affectionate monster when it comes to kisses. nobody could rival her cheekiness.
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i’ve been thinking about jinu x reader fluff to smut and then fluffy aftercare😫 also include reader dry humping jinu without realising pls ty ly xx
ugh i'm in a cuddle fucking mood rn i need something comforting like this😭
tags: jinu x fem!reader, dry humping, make out, creampie, cockwarming, sleepy sex, prn with feelings/established relationship
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sunlight streamed through the curtains in the late morning sun, bedsheets bundled around you and jinu in your bed, his frame wrapped around yours. his fingers ran through your hair mindlessly, while he idly stroked your back, eyes closed in half-slumber.
you hummed, sighing in your sleep and settling further into the mattress. eyes fluttered open, lashes batting against the bare skin on his chest, his scent wrapping around you like the blankets.
he stirred, chest expanding as he drew in a big breath. he kissed your forehead, voice heavy with sleepiness as he mumbled to you in greeting.
he pulled you closer to him, sighing. his fingertips traced your outline as he breathed you in, drunk on the peace of the moment.
his knee parted your thighs gently, his warm thigh brushing against your panties. he didn't press into you. he just wanted to be there, to be comfortable.
you drew him into a kiss, lazy and loose-lipped, imperfect smacks and the languid swiping of tongues mixing with sleepy groans as you kissed one another awake.
he mindlessly tensed his thigh, pressing it up against you as you ground down on him, chasing relief subconsciously with your sleep-clouded mind.
your fingers curled in his hair, catching on the knots of his messy bedhead.
his breath became heavy in your mouth, pants tickling past your lips as need pooled between your thighs. his fingers brushed through the baby hairs at the back of your neck, holding you gently, like you were fragile.
you felt his hardened length prod against your thigh, suddenly becoming aware of the lewd movement of your hips and your dampened panties.
he looked at you, his gaze asking for reassurance that you wanted this too. your face reflected his need, and his hand dipped between your warm bodies.
he lifted the band of his boxers over his erection, heavy and straining against the fabric. you felt the difference in temperature as his length came to rest against your skin.
his hips rolled into you, grinding synchronizing in lazy waves. panting turned into moans, and jinu pulled away breathlessly. knuckles worked over your skin as he moved his hand from your hip to his hilt, smearing the leaky tip over your stomach. his head tilted downward, focusing on angling his cock right, but he looked at you through delicate lashes as he pressed into you, mouth falling open in silent pleasure.
his eyelids fluttered, eyes crossing slightly as he fed you each inch, a moan cracking out of him as he bottomed out in you. a thick palm hooked behind your thigh, sliding to your knee as he pulled your leg up and over his hip, allowing him to fuck deeper into you.
his pace was slow, loving. he rolled into you in quiet moans, praises tumbling from his lips as you took his length, pussy gripping tight on him each time he pulled out. he took his time, each stroke of his hips slow and intentional, like he was trying to memorize your insides.
his fingers found your clit, swollen and needy, desperate for attention. he drew circles on the bundle of nerves, stopping only to wet his fingertips with his tongue. his saliva mixed with your arousal as he played with your clit, your moans getting higher and more frequent.
his brows knitted together over closed eyes as his hips broke their pace, thrusts becoming irregular. you fluttered around him, clamps signaling to him that your high was approaching.
his forehead fell against yours, cock sliding in and out of you and stretching you so good, the room around you falling away as you got lost in the feeling of jinu.
jinu thrusting into you.
jinu's fingers teasing your clit.
jinu moaning and breathing heavy into your ear.
jinu telling you he was about to cum in your pussy.
his pussy.
you clamped down on him, shaking as your orgasm slammed through you, tight walls squeezing jinu's twitching cock as he emptied his load into you, fucking you through it in lazy strokes, your cunt still throbbing after he finished. he whined, sensitive, but not yet wanting to leave your warmth.
pulling you onto his chest, he rolled onto his back, softening cock still resting inside you. you settled against his skin, kissing his chest before sighing and resigning yourself to sleep once more.
he traced lines across your back, pictures and letters and love confessions, your skin addictive, pulling him back to sleep like a drug.
he kissed the top of your head, breathing in your scent. he felt wrapped in you, covered by your comfort and caressed by your love.
your fluids mixed inside of you as he drifted off to sleep, hoping somehow, somewhere, your souls would do the same.
right but human!au jinu who's kind of a bastard when you first meet him because he was abandoned as a kid or something and is viciously insecure so he tries to keep his distance just to make sure he can never get hurt like that again, because so long as he keeps people at arm's length then they won't have the power to hurt him. uses his looks to fool around a bit in college, is pretty good at sports, so probably on the basketball team, builds up this reputation for being kind of a fuckboy jock, but you could've sworn you've seen him sitting by himself in the library, tucked into the corner table, humming to himself, so quietly that he probably doesn't think anyone can hear.
who meets your eyes sometimes in the dining commons and you can see the facade flicker, just for a moment.
"the library's closing soon."
he jolts awake, jerking up, wincing as his cheek unsticks itself from a page in his music theory textbook. he blinks up at you for a solid three seconds before he gathers himself enough for words --
"-- shit, sorry uh --" he grabs at his papers and books, trying to shove them into his bag even as you drop into the seat next to him, cocking your head as you watch.
"that was a joke," you say, completely straight-faced, "you know that the library doesn't actually close, right?"
jinu freezes; the tips of his ears are a vivid, burning red.
a tiny grin twitches at the corner of your lips.
he turns back to face you, a frown dug deep between his brows.
"and who're you again?"
you reach into your bag and tug out a stack of papers and a red pen. he eyes it with mild curiosity.
"i'm the ta for that music theory class you've been 'auditing' for nearly an entire semester," you answer, jerking your chin towards the textbook still peaking out of his bag.
the heat works it's way into his cheeks till he's red down to the roots of his hair. he clears his throat, grasps for something to say but he comes up empty. so he settles for frowning a bit harder and crossing his arms, staring as you start to mark up the papers.
"you've got a good voice y'know." you don't look up.
jinu jumps so hard his knee bangs into the table. he hisses with pain, curling into the chair as you glance up.
"ow -- fuck!"
you blink at him as he sighs, his shoulders sagging ever so slightly.
"you should just take the class if you want to that badly."
"whatever."
"i mean, i could kick you out," you muse, dropping your eyes back to the papers, "technically, you're not allowed to 'audit' a class for more than the first month but since i'm the one who takes attendance..." you trail off.
jinu scoffs, "right. cool. so what is it? what'dya want? front row seats to the big game next week? abby's number? a date with me?" he smirks.
you cock an eyebrow, "i... think i'll pass... on all the above, thanks. why're you so cagey about taking a music theory class, anyway?"
jinu stares at you for a moment before shrugging, "'s just not... on brand for... someone like me, y'know?"
your eyebrows ascend the planes of your forehead as you deadpan at him. he withers slightly, scratching at the back of his head, tugging on the strings of his hoodie, his eyes flickering across the table like a frantic dragonfly, uncertain of the waters below.
"on... brand?" you prompt.
at this, jinu sighs, slumping back in his seat and casting his eyes towards the ceiling.
"it's just -- the team'd probably -- i dunno -- make fun of me or something if they found out --"
you frown, "who cares about that?"
jinu flicks his eyes at you, "i do -- they're kinda my friends."
"doesn't really sound like friends if you can't even take a music class without them judging you."
jinu rolls his eyes, "yeah well... they're the only friends i've got so."
you resume your grading, "not the only friends."
jinu huffs out a breath, "really? and who else --" but he cuts off as soon as you glance up to meet his eyes.
you watch as his cheeks mottle with color and he chews on his bottom lip. after another churning, thickening silence, he asks --
"why're you doing this?"
you sigh, putting down your pen.
"like i said, you've got a nice voice. and you seem to really like the class. i just think that you'd do well in it, that's all."
"that's... really all?"
you nod. a soft, disbelieving smile ghosts across his lips. it looks strange on him, like his muscles don't quite remember what it's like to do such a thing without an ulterior motive.
his eyes flicker from the papers to your face. the little smile tugs into a much more practiced grin, his eyebrows quirking into his signature smolder.
"so. you gonna gimme the pop quiz questions for class tomorrow morning?"
you rap him on the forehead with your red pen.
"don't push it."
jinu laughs, the sound deep and charming.
"c'mooooon. i thought we were friends, hm?" his smile is devious and wide and altogether way too roguish.
you bite down the heat slowly working it's way up your neck and recompose yourself as you go back to your grading.
"but i could be convinced into helping you study for it. because that's what friends are supposed to do."
jinu's smile flickers for a second before it settles into something a bit softer, a bit sadder, and he nods.
"Jinu, why do you have a kid?" - Saja boys x pla! Demon Child FEM reader
Requested by: @legitmay
A/n MAY HAVE SOME MISCHARACTERIZATION, BEEN A FEW WEEKS SINCE IVE SEEN THE MOVIE!
Going to school everyday was hell for you considering the fact that you were getting bullied. It makes you dread getting up everyday and going to the place, knowing people are going to do these things for you. So, one day, you decided it was the last time you'd be treated like that. You made a deal with Gwi-Ma. You did what you needed to for the suffering to end. But, as it always does, there was a catch. A horrible catch. You had to become a slave for him. You didn't even realize how horrible this would be when you first made the deal. Everyday you cried and cried.
“Gwi-Ma PLEASE, please… I'll do anything, I just want to see my mom and dad again. I'll do anything. I don't like this deal, please! Just take me back, PLEASE!! Please…” You begged.
You begged so much, you regretted that decision so much. But, Gwi-Ma never listened, he didn't care. This was your decision, your choice, your deal with him. You were only paying your debt. But, one day. Things would change.
You saw a man in front of Gwi-Ma while going to see him. Apparently, Gwi-Ma has something in store for you…
“This is Jinu… He will take care of you.” Gwi-Ma said, referring to the man.
“What?” Jinu said, confused. “Why is there a kid even in here, Gwi-Ma?” He asked.
“That kid made a deal, like you did.”
After Jinu and Gwi-Ma talked, Jinu ended up taking you.
“Come on, come on. My group and I are going to take care of you.” Jinu said, walking.
You nodded, following. You didn't know how to feel about Jinu so far.
You had followed Jinu to this group of four other men, not including Jinu. It was odd, honestly. They started talking about you.
“Is that a child?”
“Why do you have it?”
“Ew.”
The men talked amongst themselves about you. You were only able to watch as Jinu explained the situation.
“So, we have to take care of this…child?”
“Yep.”
“I want to go home…to my parents.” You mumbled, just barely enough for the teal-haired man to hear it.
The first weeks were…awkward to say the least. The boys were walking on eggshells around you, most of them tried to ignore you. But Jinu did try his best. Once, he lost his little sister… Maybe you could give him another shot at having one? So, he did try as hard as he could. He also told the others to try. But, you were honestly scared. You stared up at the group.
“...Wanna watch a scary movie?” Baby Saja asked.
“Dude! She's a kid!” Mystery said.
“Well, what else are we supposed to do with it? We don't know how to take care of a little girl.” Romance responded.
“Yeah, what the hell was Jinu thinking?” Abby muttered. “I mean, who cares about this kid…”
They didn't know what to do with you, you were a kid. They were not equipped to deal with this. Most of them simply didn't care about you. They made a deal with Gwi-Ma, yes, but it never mentioned this. No one knew anything about caring for a child, a scared, sad, one too. So, a lot of them just tried to keep their distance. Helping you out with getting something on higher shelves. Not, doing a lot but, at least it was something.
“Do you…want me to make you a snack?” Abby softly asked, you both were in the kitchen. You looked pretty hungry. You nodded.
“Okay.” He said, starting to fix you something to eat.
You sat down at the table, waiting for Abby to finish making you something. It was nice. Jinu was the one primarily taking care of you, the other Saja boys were more like glorified roommates.
“Bon appetite.” Abby smiled, putting the plate down in front of you. You dug in and Abby kept a slight eye on you. Just making sure everything is good with you.
Then, little by little, the other boys started actually caring. They all grew fond of you over time, It just took them a little to warm up to you. Now, they each help Jinu out with taking care of you. You all have a bond. It is amazing. Baby Saja watching age appropriate movies with you, even if he'd prefer to be watching something else. Doodling with Mystery, etc. They each ended up warming up to you. They were all one of your big demon boy-band brothers. And you love them as much as they love you.
Settle in, listeners. Tonight’s frequency hums a little softer
— her parents forced her to attend even though she could honestly care less about the funeral and just wants to go home
— she tries to go anywhere but near family she doesn’t wanna face their questions so she goes inside while her parents are chatting with others
— she sits down next to you and to her surprise you don’t get up immediately instead you look at her curiously
— you start talking to her albeit it’s a bit awkward but she’s so glad someone actually talks to her like a person instead of an out of place object
— then her parents drag her away apologising that she bothered you but before you can say otherwise they’re already gone
— she sees you again at another funeral her parents dragged her too and decides to sit next to you during the funeral service actually having a good time because she has someone to talk to
— you both get separated by the crowd and families wanting to talk by the time she manages to slip outside her social battery is already drained
— she notices you’re also outside just staring into space she sits down next to you trying to make small talk the silence is awkward yet comforting
— you ask her what she’s gonna do after she’s old enough to get out of here and she’s quiet unsure of what to say
— you don’t push and it stays an awkward silence till the funeral is over and you both have to go you bid her farewell hoping to see her again soon not knowing she feels the same
— her parents drag her to a wedding she actually feels sort of happy because she can see you again and actually talk to you instead of just sitting next to each other in awkward silence
— she sits next to you and you start talking about random stuff with her occasionally replying then she lets it slip its her birthday today
— immediately you get excited and ask why she’s staying here instead of celebrating or doing something she answers she hasn’t had anyone really celebrate her birthday and she doesn’t care enough to do it herself
— You drag her to a convenience store near get her a small cake & a candle with the little money you had saved up and celebrate her birthday with her
Mira ate the small cake, smiling softly for once. She feels at ease without the pressure of their expectations. She looks at you for a moment "You know,” she says softly “This is probably the best birthday i’ve had in a while.” You look at her with a smile “I’m glad. You deserve it." She looks down picking at the cake. “You’re the one person who makes me feel like I’m worth it.” You stay quiet letting her continue. “with my family i feel like I’m burdening them or that i’m not worthy of their affection."You put a hand on her shoulder, smiling softly. “You’re worth more than their love.” Somehow that one sentence hit her harder than anything her family has said to her before.
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jinu from kdh? it can be anything but maybe he goes too far with his teasing n u and him arent dating? and you actually feel hurt so he apologizes in his own, fluffy way
✧･ﾟ: a/n : ooh my GOODNESSS i love kdh. i watched it recently and im on my knees for part twoo PLZZZZ. love jinu and abbyy
✧ Title: ✧ Golden, huh? ✧
✧ Characters: Jinu x Reader, Mentioned: Saja Boys, Huntrix, Bobby + Miraa n Zoey
✧ Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Idol AU, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
✧ Rating: T
✧ Summary: As the leader of Huntrix, you're used to tough competition but when Saja Boys’ hit Your Idol, you've been overworking yourself to the brink of exhaustion, and when Jinu visits you while you practice one night, things just get tense.
✧ Content Warnings: Emotional teasing, mild injury (sprained ankle), idol rivalry, mutual jealousy, slowburn tension, fluff at the end !!
You’d been practicing alone for hours.
The studio was quiet except for the hum of the speaker and your own voice echoing off the mirrors. The chorus of Golden rang out again, soft and strained, as you pushed through the choreography one more time. You were tired. no, exhausted. but you couldn’t stop. Not now. Not after everything.
Not after Your Idol blew past Golden on every chart like it was nothing.
Saja Boys were everywhere. Their stage presence, their music, their absurd fan numbers. their stupid merch. It was all anyone talked about. Your girl group, Huntrix, was working hard, really hard, but it wasn’t enough. Not this time. And somewhere deep down, you knew it. But you weren’t ready to give up.
That’s when the door opened.
You didn’t look right away figured it was Bobby, or maybe Zoey and Mira checking on you. But then a familiar voice rang through the empty room. That stupidly cocky, know-it-all edge voice.
“Golden, huh?”
You froze, sweat dripping down your temple. You turned slowly, heart already sinking.
Jinu.
Of course.
There he was, leaning against the doorway with his usual smug expression, arms crossed pretentiously. His eyes flicked lazily over the studio, then back to you.
“Didn’t know this was a museum,” he said, stepping inside like he belonged in the damn room. “Didn’t realize people still practiced that one.”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “What do you want?”
He shrugged. “Just heard something down the hall. Thought maybe the ghosts of flop comebacks were haunting the place.”
Your jaw clenched.
He smiled wider, clearly enjoying himself. “Relax. I’m just saying, not everyone gets to have their song go viral. It’s not personal.”
You stared at him.
He didn’t even blink. “I mean, maybe it is. Better hook. Better choreo. Better group. It happens.”
And something in you cracked.
You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. But your face sorta gave it away, your eyebrows furrowing just for a second.. That little shift in your eyes. The hurt. The frustration. The exhaustion suddenly starting to crash down on you.
Jinu saw it. He went quiet. Just stood there like he’d been slapped.
You didn’t give him the chance to backpedal or say sorry. You turned off the music, grabbed your stuff, and pushed past him with a cold, mumbled “Excuse me.”
He didn’t follow you, but he didn't forget that look on your face, either.
Later that night, you were limping down the stairs outside the building, ankle sore from the countless nights you spent practicing your choreography. Maybe a twist, maybe worse. You were alone. Hungry. Miserable. You hated that you let him get under your skin. Hated that his words stuck harder than the praise you’d gotten from your fans, and from Mira and Zoey.
You didn’t even notice the footsteps behind you until a voice muttered:
“Tch. You walk like an injured penguin.”
You spun around, glare loaded and ready. “Seriously? Again?”
Jinu stood at the foot of the stairs, hands in his pockets, frown tugging at his lips. But he didn’t look smug or pretentious this time. He looked… awkward.
“Didn’t think you’d actually hurt yourself,” he muttered. “Who am I kidding, you work too hard.”
You didn’t answer. Just turned to keep walking.
“Wait,” he said, tone shifting slightly. “Here.”
You blinked as he crouched down in front of you.
“…What are you doing?”
“I’m giving you a piggyback.”
“…What.”
“Your ankle’s jacked. Don’t make this weirder than it is.”
You stared at him, baffled. “Didn’t you say I was the ghost of a flop comeback, like, five hours ago?”
He winced. “Yeah. I was being a dick. I get it.”
Silence.
“Look,” he added, quieter now, “you looked… good. Earlier. When you were dancing. I didn’t expect that. It kinda pissed me off.”
You blinked. “Pissed you off?”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “'Cause you were actually really good. And I… didn’t want to admit it.”
There was a beat. You didn’t know what to say.
So you let yourself lean forward. Arms wrapped around his shoulders. He steadied you by the thighs, lifting you up with ease, your chin resting against his shoulder as he started to walk.
You could feel his heartbeat.
Could feel him tense and relax all at once.
“…You’re warm,” you whispered.
He rolls his eyes, sarcastically this timee. “Don’t get used to it.”
i saw that you were accepting kpdh fanfic requests…I’ve had this idea where the reader is the boys manager and Huntr/x, (sure they are in on the plot to end the world) start to question them but they are just insanely confused. They just think the boys are privileged weirdo’s.
Huntr/x: “What are the boys hiding? What’s their plan??”
Reader: “Idk man they’ve been arguing about what shade of pink to wear to fansignings for the past hour does that count”
not a super exciting prompt but figured I’d shoot my shot B)
TIME TO HONOUR THIS REQUEST
I liked the idea and I wrote like reader (you my dearest) is a two sided agent that originally works with hunter x knows the demon stuff but spies on boyband to gather information to save the world from them.
I don’t know if requests wanted this but I wanted to mix this piece with my charm so this is a test drive for smashing ideas together. This post contains Jinu and Abby. Please tell me if you like this or if you want to see other boys like this.
So here we go..
BOYBAND FORGETTING THEIR PURPOSE
Jinu Saja
“I need to retire and let the world burn.” I think to myself while going to the store. The hardest part of my job is not fighting evil or being a spy. It going to a costume fitting with Jinu last minute before a concert.
This specimen of man never likes when clothes fits normally. He wants it to highlight his body.
I don’t even get it. But still I drag my feet every single time that tailor as requested.
- Finally here…I am tired standing still you know.
- Then don’t. Your outfit was made for you. What else do you need?
He shakes his head dissatisfied. What does this means? Is he finally gonna show his real form? Is he that stupid?
- You really don’t get it. It’s my fault for assuming a simple creature like you would understand what is wrong or even right.
You try not to comment. What does it means? What did you do? Hell! Why is he calling you a simple creature? Is this a sign?
- I can’t follow your point Jinu.
Great. How do we go from here? Maybe he slips and says something I can report.
He looks at me so serious my blood runs cold. He gets off his standing point and comes close.
- Look at me and tell me what do you see. Don’t you see something deeply wrong about this?
Well except for the fact you being a demon in secret everything seems fine…? I really don’t understand what is going on or what I did wrong. He looks almost like a normal being. What is he after? Does he want me to slip?
- Outfit looks fine to me so no. I don’t see anything wrong.
He starts laughing demonically. He goes back to his tailoring stand. He looks almost pissed. I never guess what is going on in his mind.
- These pants, they make my ass look so damn flat. Not flattering AT ALL.
Oh man. They said be a spy we will save the world. They said work for them for inside information. How will we stop demons if only event of my day is to wait until tailor makes Jinu’s ass more flattered…?
ABBY SAJA
It’s 5 in the morning for god’s sake! How can someone need me more than an alarm clock at this hour? Do these boys know I am a human being that needs sleep to survive.
I let the phone ring for a while before picking it up.
-Good morning! I have an emergency. I called you because I trust you.
I wake up immediately. This. This right here was my ultimate goal! Now I can maybe get some info for girls. It is a very good morning indeed.
-What is it? Where are you Abby?
- Our house. Come quick please. I need you.
He hangs up and I jump out of the bed. Get in the car trying to be there as soon as possible. Texting girls the situation. Finally get to my destination.
I knock on the door excited in a weird way. Abby opens the door in his gym clothes. And walks to the kitchen without waiting for me.
Hardly catching up I speak.
- What is going on? What’s the emergency?
He looks almost defeated. I feel like victory is close.
- You know my life right? My routine..almost everything about me. Like when I like to go to the gym in specific hours of day?
- Of course! You are an early bird. You like your gym best in the mornings.
He must be testing if he can really trust me with his secret! Jokes on him I already know his demon part. What I need from this conversation is proof and information for girls.
- See I knew I could trust you. Do you know what else I have to do every morning to continue my days? Do you know the thing that keeps me alive? It’s a need for my special body…
What demonic things is it? I don’t know! I am about to learn something critical about a demon body need…very useful!
- You can tell me. I wouldn’t judge. I will help you.
He sighs with relief. He looks at me with such innocent eyes I almost forget he wants everyones soul.
- Our blender broke…and I need to have my special before gym morning smoothie. Can you fix it? It’s a special recipe.
I shouldn’t be surprised. I choose this life. Now I need to fix this blender at 6 in the morning without complaining. Really the best way to start my day isn’t it?
It is short two character writing because like I said I want to see your opinions before continuing like this. If you want it in a different type I can also try that. Let me know if you want other boys or any other ideas/recommendations about this promt!
You're Rumi in this Choose-Your-Own-Adventure based on the scrapped movie concept art where Rumi and Jinu go on an aquarium date. Will this demon capture this demon-hunter's heart, this time around?
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