Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
"gumi... come back to bed, please?" your voice drawls out.
it was 1:05 am and you'd just woken up to find that your boyfriend was still awake, fixated on nothing but the computer in front of him.
just a couple hours ago, megumi excused himself from bed to go work on his missing school assignments. you let him be, lazing around on his bed without realizing you were slowly falling asleep. he, of course had noticed, and took the initiative to make sure you laid comfortably on his bed before returning to his chair.
"i will," megumi responds, moving to comb his fingers through your hair. "i just need to complete this one and then i'll lay with you."
"but that's what you said hours ago," you propped yourself up on your elbows. "you shouldn't stay up too late, it's really bad for your skin."
he rolls his eyes and chuckles. "sometimes assignments take more than one hour, you know."
you sigh once more and with nothing else to say, you decide to scan his face. lit under the warm lamp light, his eyes and lips were highlighted in such a way that made him even more beautiful.
even so late at night, megumi still had a way of charming you.
"how many pages do you have left?" you asked, another desperate attempt to get him to stop.
"around 3 i'd say. four if i decide to overexplain." megumi stretches, groaning out when his back pops.
"then just finish it in the afternoon when you have more energy. come on, it's too late to be focusing on this."
he turns his chair to look at you, an unreadable expression on his face. was he tired? annoyed? on the verge of ending it all? you didn't know. all you wanted was for him to return back in your arms.
megumi licks his lips in thought, "it's only three pages, [name]. you can go to sleep if you get tired, i'll join you after."
you sigh again, flopping onto your back. "fine. but when you're done, don't bother sleeping next to me-"
"what?"
"-you're sleeping on the floor," you announce.
he stares at you dumfounded.
"excuse me?" now megumi's genuinely confused. just a second ago, you were begging for him to lay next to you, and now he just got demoted to floor-sleeper. in his own room.
"you got a problem?" you turn to your side to look at him. "you can sleep on the couch if you prefer that more."
megumi deadpans. "are you being serious right now? look- sweets. just let me do this really quick and i'll be there."
you yawn, "it's now or never, gumi. i'm gonna fall asleep any second, so make your choice now."
you turn to face away from him, hiding the growing smirk you had on. it gets bigger when you hear him sigh, followed by the sound of the chair rolling away.
the bed behind you dips down as he makes himself comfortable next to you. his arms wrap around you, and you turn once again to bury your face in his chest. he holds you against him tighter, breathing in the scent of your cologne.
you chuckle and twirl his hair around your fingers, "i knew you'd fold."
megumi grumbles. "it was either this or back pain, don't think too much of it."
fratboy! gojo who meets up with you after getting your contact info the other night, laptop prepared to explain the important of card trading.
fratboy! gojo who, for once, finds it fun to converse with someone other than his small circle of friends. he can't deny the fact he finds you cute when you get confused- not like he'll tell anyone. (more under cut!)
fratboy! gojo whose friends are starting to notice that he isn't partying as much as he did before, but instead, actually attending his classes. to say that they were surprised is an understatement.
fratboy! gojo who walks with you during breaks only to hear you talk, whether it be about pokémon or whatever. with you, he can escape the frat-party life and settle down into a mellow, drunk-free personality. sure he can do that with his friends, but it comes naturally when with you.
fratboy! gojo who sets up chill hangouts when he realizes you aren't as interested in loud environments as him. from walks in the parks, a 1-hour pottery session, or cafe hopping around town- you find yourself enjoying every second of it.
fratboy! gojo who introduces you to his friends, embarrassed when they mention how he'd turn off dnd just to check if you replied. you laugh, comparing him to a clingy dog (which he is) and he feels himself dying even more.
fratboy! gojo who decides that he wants to properly confess his feelings for you during the night of valentines. take you out like normal and bring out the gift he prepared in his trunk. simple, right?
fratboy! gojo who couldn't stop cheesing anytime you looked away, yet acting flustered whenever you noticed. in his mind, he was the greatest at hiding his emotions- but you knew right away that something was up. considering how he asked to match with you, on valentines day.
fratboy! gojo who brings you to a secluded part of the beach where you could see the stars clearly, and has to calm himself down before making a fool out of himself (like he hasn't already).
fratboy! gojo who starts off by bringing up the first day you met, chuckling at how he found quietude in the midst of a party.
fratboy! gojo who takes your hands in his so gently, smiling at how well yours molded together. with one hand holding yours, he reaches into the back of his car and brings out the small basket he made.
fratboy! gojo who filled the basket up with your favorite snacks, a box of high-quality trading cards, a bracelet, and most importantly, a multipage, hand-crafted letter. stuck onto the back, was a candid polaroid he took of you the first time you hung out. aka, the day he realized he loved you.
fratboy! gojo who stumbles across his words, unable to properly convey the script he had in mind. his worry took over him when you didn't respond to anything he said.
fratboy! gojo who pauses after hearing your laugh, and looks up to see the same eyes he fell in love with staring right at him with such adoration. you're smiling. and soon, he finds himself smiling even harder.
fratboy! gojo who has to stop himself from cheering when you formally accept his confession. going as far as to exit out the car to give you the warmest embrace. melting in your arms, he finally has all the reason to kiss you on the cheek.
boyfriend! gojo who slowly retires from the party-life (and possibly playboy), and while still remaining in his frat- he'd very much rather spend his nights with you in his arms.
restful and content, satoru couldn't have asked for a better way to meet you.
a/n: for that one person who wanted it to be platonic... im sorry [sweat]... NEXT TIME! i really want to write "intimacy with platonic!gojo" or any other jjk character. also ignore how i portrayed gojo as a playboy (kind of) in the first part, i lowk forgot abt that when writing pt 2
fratboy! gojo who's basically the typical fraternity student. passing all his classes yet still hosting a party any chance he gets.
fratboy! gojo who rejected the position of frat president, instead handing it off to his friend Nanami. claiming that if he were to lead something so big, he'd lose all the freedom he has.
fratboy! gojo who hooks up with some sororities every now and then, never taking their moments to heart. it gives him the reputation of a playboy but it didn't really matter to him.
fratboy! gojo who doesn't really remember the faces of every girl he spent the night with, often ignoring them in the halls whenever.
fratboy! gojo who hosts another part after finals to celebrate, inviting your friend over, who ends up bringing you as a plus one.
fratboy! gojo who doesn't notice you at first or bother to even look at you, a regular college student with no affiliations to any sorority/fraternity.
fratboy! gojo who runs into the sight of you leeching onto your (very drunk) friend, face buried onto your phone. but what really caught his attention was the sound coming from your device.
fratboy! gojo who sneakily tried peaking over your shoulder and gasped when his suspicions were confirmed: you were watching pokemon card unboxings. his favorite thing in the world, on top of partying.
fratboy! gojo who immediately struck up a conversation with you, not noticing how shocked you looked at the fact that someone this popular noticed you. not that you minded though.
fratboy! gojo who opened up his phone and started bombarding you with pictures of his own card collection. until you opened up about how you knew almost nothing about pokemon, and only watched out of boredom.
fratboy! gojo who takes this as an opportunity to start teaching you the basics of card trading, unconsciously inching closer to you everytime he hears your laughter.
fratboy! gojo who doesn't even realize that this is the first time he's gone without flirting with a girl- but instead bonding over shared interests.
fratboy! gojo who ends up asking for your number, only for the "sake of continuing your conversation". and he means it, he's actually excited about speaking to you more. not just to hook up.
fratboy! gojo who ends the night with a new friend, and blossoming love over pokemon cards. he might even start throwing less parties just to see you.
imagine a honeymoon on the coasts of malaysia with nanami.
he’s just retired as a sorcerer after the whole shibuya incident, finally deciding to splurge with all his jujutsu money. the location he’s been praying to go to for years and the woman he’s been dying to marry, both fulfilled at the same time. what more could he ask for?
he tries not to show it, but his excitement is so obvious with the constant drumming on his thighs and occasional squeeze of your hand. his gaze would catch yours, his hazel eyes piercing through you with nothing but pure adoration. the moment you land at the airport, kento does nothing but bring you to all the locations he’s saved on his phone. it tires you, but his happiness is contagious. having him by your side is the only method of recharging you need.
as selfish as it sounds, being the only person to see this side of him felt like all his love just went crashing down on you at once.
from the day you first met, the moment he went down on one knee, the moment he cried for you at the altar, to now- caging you in his arms with only the vast ocean in front of you. in all 28 years of living, you have been the only person to bring kento total tranquil.
and now, he can finally enjoy every moment with you. spend the whole day in bed with you, no alarms from any higher-ups; travel under the sun and shop little antiques for your new home. he feels giddy seeing the baby clothes on sale. you spot it too and laugh seeing his eyes set on the row of tiny onesies. you feel him flinch when you pick one up. it’s a light shade of green, bearing some resemblance to kento’s hair. you hold it up, “should we? as a little souvenir from this trip.”
he’s never brought out his wallet this fast. never in his career did he think about being able to have kids- it was too dangerous to even imagine. but seeing you reciprocate the yearning for a little human with your blood gave him the push he’s always needed. curse or not, kento swears to keep both of you in his arms reach, and to die happily knowing you’re safe.
that night in particular was the definition of intimate. you held each other close even after it was all over. he never let go. if possible, kento brought himself closer to you with only the intention to feel your touch.
to feel your fingers running through his hair, to wrap his arms around the outlines of your waist, to hear the heartbeat in your own chest, and to see the face of the only woman he’ll spend his lifetime with. a dream that seemed so impossible to achieve- complete in under a month.
being able to look forward for the time he has with you, rather than the days he has without you, is the one wish that never left his heart.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
imagine construction worker! toji being in the crew who’s helping you build your dream home.
visiting every week to almost everyday because it was your only way to see him, the thought of just asking him out never came to mind. you weren’t exactly as slick as you thought, however.
it’s when you only approached him everytime you had a question did he realize you had a thing for him. not that he minded, though. he liked how flustered you’d get when he’d flex his biceps or when he’d grunt extra loud if he sensed you getting near.
the way you took so much time to prepare talking to him was cute too. how your throat bobbed up and down before clearing your voice; gently poking his arm (intentionally) before muttering his name.
toji would pretend not to hear at first, and ask you to repeat until you were practically yelling- only because he liked the sound of his name with your voice.
if honest, he didn’t actually know the answers to half of your questions. like how you didn’t know what the stuff you were asking him about meant anyways. for both of you, it was just an excuse to hear each other’s voices a little longer, and to see each other before your house gets complete.
it’s so obvious to his boss and co-workers that you’re absolutely smitted, like he is with you. it frustrates them when the building process fails to meet the deadline, having to work overtime because of a little work romance.
it doesn’t bother you though. there was nothing wrong with staying at your grandma’s a little longer. and he had no problem ditching his friends to have lunch with you.
yet, when the house does get finished, you felt a sense of loneliness, failing to remember that you can still contact each other outside of work. he becomes gloomy too, but watching you walk around and surveil the interior made him proud to have taken part in making your life better.
you’re about to thank all of them when he pulls you aside and brings out a little flip phone, almost like a bread crumb in his hands. his lockscreen was a low-quality photo (fitting to his ‘old-man’ persona) but 3 figures were you able to make out: two furry friends and one young boy in between.
it takes you some time to realize that the picture isn’t him as a young boy, but rather this child. you glance at him, his face practically sweating bullets and a shaky grin on his lips.
“this probably isn’t the best time to say this but, do you want to go on a date… someday? an actual one this time- i mean. i’ll introduce you to my son, and hopefully we can take things further now.”
fiancé gojo who shocked the jujutsu higher ups when he revealed his engagement to you, a grade 1 sorceress with no relation to any big 3 clans. imagine their surprise when he decides to get married out of love and not just to create a heir.
fiancé gojo who teaches with you at jujutsu high and is the reason why you can barely arrive to classes on time. with his pouty face and insanely toned biceps trapping you in his hold, who are you to say no?
fiancé gojo who whines when you actually leave him to teach your students, feigning offence when megumi shoots him a disgusted glare.
fiancé gojo who often joins in on your lessons when he starts feeling lonely, acting as if he were your actual student. your annoyingly smart A+ student who does nothing but brag about his intelligence.
fiancé gojo who likes to text you and send silly voice messages no matter the situation. picture satoru replaying his minute-long burp vm in front of the jujutsu higher ups so that he makes sure you can laugh at it (spoiler: all you feel is disappointment).
fiancé gojo who thinks it’s absolutely hilarious to flaunt his engagement and watch the irritation on their faces turn into pure horror. because for gojo, flaunting means interrupting you mid-sentence to practically make out for a minute straight.
fiancé gojo who asks everyday, “should we have our wedding now?” and sighs dramatically when you tell him to be patient. not that he’s actually mad, though. he likes the giddyness he feels while counting down to your wedding date.
fiancé gojo who drowns you in affection and praise after every mission, crying his heart out (jokingly) about how he felt like an abandoned princess waiting for her prince to come back from war.
fiancé gojo who, deep down, thanks the skies above that you get to come home safely everytime. and while he’s a jokester, all the ‘missing you’ parts in his sob stories were true. because while he knew you were strong, the lingering worry of you running into something way stronger bit his ass everytime.
fiancé gojo who indulges himself in your warmth, ignoring every single notification his phone pings out.
fiancé gojo who has a hold on you so secure, even during sleep, that you have to wake him up before he presses on your bladder any further. now you have to deal with his complaints of “do you not love me anymore? Is that why you let go? you’re so mean!”
fiancé gojo who shuts up when you offer to wash his greasy hair, immediately situating himself in front of you and leaning into every single touch you place on his head.
fiancé gojo who ends up getting you wet and makes a stupid excuse so that you can bathe together. no matter how difficult, the feeling of your skin against his was enough to get him through the day.
fiancé gojo who settles your back on his chest, lifting your arm to trace “satoru 🤍 [name] 4eva”. what a cutie.
fiancé gojo who genuinely can’t wait until he sees you walk down the aisle, exchange the vows he’s been working on since you first met, shamelessly give you the most passionate kiss ever (in front everyone you know and love), and officially get the privilege of calling you his wifey.
”of all the men in this world, you really had to choose this one?”
yaga grumbles, scratching his head as you kneeled sheepishly on the classroom floor. your fingers nervously tapped on the flesh of your thighs, mentally cursing satoru- who sat parallel to you- and glaring at him through your peripheral.
just minutes ago- your fingers were tangled in his hair (which you now want to rip off), your lips danced in sync with his (the very lips you wish to sew tight forever) as his toned arms caged you between him and the wall.
only minutes ago did you feel like the most accomplished person on earth. now, all you felt was humiliation; your own teacher catching you in the middle of your stupid act.
sneaking out of training to make out with satoru gojo in the school closet.
while yaga continued on with his rant, pacing around the classroom and cursing out whoever, satoru pokes the side of your leg. his head is turned towards you, allowing you to see the boyish smirk on his face.
the very face that got you in this mess. that dumb, obnoxious, sexy face.
“my dorm later?” he mouths, raising his brows in suggestiveness. you scoff, lightly slapping his thigh.
“have you no shame?” you whisper, feeling irked while he chuckled.
“in what world would i be ashamed to be with you?” satoru grins sappily, pinching the side of your thigh. you held back a yelp and instinctively slap his arm.
yaga hasn’t noticed yet, fortunately, his back was still turned to you.
“no! satoru, there’s absolutely no way im going out with you after this!” you whisper-yelled. you were lying, of course. no way you would leave someone as irritating, yet perfect, for someone else to snatch.
he pouts, looking back forward and heaving a dramatic sigh. “offer’s still up though. hah, i wonder how he’ll react when he finds out about the other times we-“
husband nanami who quit working overtime because he hated seeing you stay up so late- dozing off on the dining table, a warm plate of food waiting for him at 11:37 on a tuesday night.
husband nanami who carries you to bed, making sure you were warm before focusing on getting unready himself. putting your health before his, like always.
husband nanami who make sures to eat the food you’ve prepared for him, appetite or not, because putting your cooking to waste would make him feel even more guilty (if possible).
husband nanami who likes waking up and catching you in the kitchen, dancing to the music while preparing his lunch. sometimes he even sees you taking small samples of his food before stopping yourself from eating the whole thing.
husband nanami who goes to work with his bento inside his bag, staring at it his whole shift and counting the hours until he gets to read what you’ve written him for the day.
husband nanami who stores all your letters inside the first drawer of his desk, rereading them as if they’re motivational quotes on a coffee cup whenever his coworkers and boss start testing his remaining bits of patience.
husband nanami who leaves the office building the moment his shift is over and heads straight to your favorite café, ordering every single one of your favorite pastries- not minding how the number keeps increasing with every beep.
husband nanami who surprises you, freshly out the shower, with a huge bag full of bread you’ve been craving the whole week.
husband nanami who helps you with your post-shower routine while ocassionally feeding you, laughing at how your eyes never left the bag the moment he came home.
husband nanami who makes sure you actually get to sleep before 10 pm, leaving no excuses as he carries you to the bed again, but this time you’re laughing and gripping onto his shoulders.
husband nanami who traps you in his hold, lulling you to sleep as he apologizes for all the times he made you stay up late- sleeping uncomfortably on the table.
husband nanami who gets to sleep another night with your face as the last thing he sees.
and husband nanami who wakes up another morning, with your skin being the first thing he feels.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
MY WORKS . . . are not to be plagiarized nor spam liked, please respect this decision. you can show support by reblogging and liking my posts without spamming. i am a multi-fandom (animanga) blog― you can find the fandoms i write for in my films/masterlists.
I WRITE . . . for multiple tropes. such as romantic, platonic, etc. i do not write character x character or character x oc, only reader. i can write female, male, or gender neutral― but i'll most likely write more of fmr unless requested.
blakekathryn
2087
annaxmalina
jacobvanloon
turnnoffyourmind
pixelskylines