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ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, megumi loves ur obsession with his abs

you’re always staring at him.

it’s not something he’s bothered by, but he becomes more self conscious when he’s walking around with no shirt on, or he’s lifting weights or training, and he always catches your eyes following him. always.

and even though he doesn’t think you should be embarrassed by it, when you’re caught, he notices your eyes avert to somewhere else. he’s not too sure why you’re so focused on him when he’s shirtless, but he’s not complaining about the attention from you.

so when it’s late at night, he’s scrolling on his phone and you’re cuddling up next to him. it’s silent, but your manicured fingers slowly inch up under his shirt.

a small noise of confusion escapes his mouth as a hum, and he watches you slowly pull up his shirt above his abs. his stomach tingles with warmth as you slowly run your index down the ridges of his abs, and your finger presses into them. they’re rock-hard.

but when you leave his grasp to lean your face down closer to his abs, his heart thumps quickly in his chest, wanting to burst out.

your hand plants on the side of his stomach, and you place a tiny kiss on his abs, receiving a small jerk from megumi. his eyebrows furrow and he slings his arm over his mouth, trying to muffle the embarrassing sounds coming from it.

slowly, you inch closer to his face, placing kisses further up along the way, all while your hand keeps running down the ridges of his abs.

and when you’re practically straddling him, you look down at his flushed face and furrowed eyebrows, and the drop of sweat on his forehead. he’s burning up with embarrassment.

but you lean down and slowly pull away his arm before gently placing your lips against his soft ones, relishing in how he completely melts.

when your hand ghosts over his stomach again, he jerks up with need, and he turns his head away from the kiss to hide his face.

he panics when he can see you pull your hand away, so he softly places it back on his stomach, even though he ashamedly jerks up into your touch again.

he knows you’ll be teasing him about this forever.

but he begins going shirtless more often.

a/n: holy fuck i’m sorry i’ve been so inactive i’ve been stressed the past couple of weeks and i’ve wanted nothing more than to rest and write but i’ve had no ideas. i saw a bit of the new jjk do so here you guys go i missed this!! hope this is okay ive had terrible writer’s block

heavy intimacy idk

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, nerdjo gets upset when you try to call someone else to help you with your homework when he claims he’s busy

“toru, can you help me with my chem homework? i’m not quite understanding this one question,” you call out as you lie on his bed, kicking your feet and tapping the pencil against your cheek.

he’s hunched over his desk as he declines, not even glancing at you, “can you wait? i’m doing my own homework right now, i need to focus.”

he sounds a bit agitated. his hand is tangled in his hair, and his leg bounces up and down.

so you hum quietly and nod to yourself, pulling out your phone and changing your mind, “alright, i’ll ask nanami to help me with it.”

satoru’s writing abruptly stops. his head whips around with a disgusted face as he screams, “huh?! wha— nanami? why him?”

before you can explain yourself, he’s already standing up and rushing over to you, pouncing on the bed as he explains, “no, come on, i’ll help you! i’m smarter, i have a better personality, i look way better, and i’m your best friend!!”

he scoots close to you, and your shoulders touch as he peers at the paper in front of you. he pouts, “come on, show me the question you’re struggling with!”

you tilt your head, and he wants to squeeze your cute cheeks together! you have an adorable, cheeky grin on your face like you were just messing with him.

you softly say, “toru, if it’s serious, you can go back to your homework. i can really just ask nanami, it’s not a big deal-“

“no!” he interrupts, “nanami doesn’t know what he’s talking about..”

part of it lies with his insecurity and jealousy. satoru doesn’t want anyone helping you besides himself, so the next time you ask for help with homework or with anything for that matter, he rushes to your side like it’s a life-or-death situation.

and he loves how you rely on him whenever you struggle with something. he loves how you immediately call him if you need something, and he especially loves how you praise and thank him when he’s helping you.

but the part he loves most is the little kiss you place on his cheek once he’s done, and how he thinks about it all night, wondering about what you’ll need him for next.

yes this may be corny and yes idgaf!! reqs r open for jjk only, sorry this came out late

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, nerdjo clings onto you during aftercare

satoru’s body is damp with sweat, though having already been cleaned up from your previous acts. his chest heaves as he tries to take in slow, deep breaths. his hands find purchase on your hips until you usher him to lie down, and when he does, you take off his glasses that were already slipping far down his nose.

his mouth is slightly open, soft pants still coming from it as his eyes are half-lidded, mind somewhere else as he lies on your bare chest. his arm rests on your stomach, hand rubbing up and down your side.

“toru, are you okay?” you mumble, hand comfortingly running through his snowy hair.

he lets out a soft “mm,” a little acknowledgment of your question, and when your hand runs through his messy, snowy hair, he can’t help himself. he quietly groans, pushing his head further into your palm, cheeks turning pinker once he hears you giggle.

“y’did so good,” you murmur into his hair, gently scratching his undercut, “so good, baby.”

a soft whine escapes his lips in embarrassment, and his large, shaky hand squeezes your hip nervously.

you place kisses on satoru’s forehead, trying to lull him to sleep, but after a few, he tiredly looks up at you.

his pupils are blown wide, lips swollen and flushed like his cheeks. he slowly reaches up to you before closing the gap between your lips.

it’s the most intimate kiss you’ve ever had, one full of love and passion, though still so soft. his lips timelessly move against yours before he lowers his head into the crook of your neck, nose tickling your collarbone.

quietly, he murmurs, “love you,” before he falls into a deep sleep.

and even though drool is already pooling on your neck, you manage to mumble back with a kiss to his head, “love you too, toru.”

nerdjo in my eyes

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, tanjiro smells you before he can see you

tanjiro’s always had a keen sense of smell. he can smell emotions, whether something is a demon or a human, and he can easily sense where an object or creature is.

but the first time he met you, you smelled different than other people. most of the time, he could only know one’s emotions, if they’re a demon or human, and their location.

it was weird when the two of you began to run into each other randomly, and he’d be able to tell who you are just based on your scent.

he doesn’t know how to describe how you smell, so he just says it’s a loving type of scent. you don’t understand what he means, but take it as a compliment anyway.

so tanjiro knows when you’re behind him, and you almost always fail to sneak up on him unless he pretends he doesn’t know you’re there.

and one day, he’s talking with giyuu in a nearby town when he smells something, your scent. the tips of tanjiro’s ears turn pink, and he sheepishly smiles as giyuu raises an eyebrow in confusion. though, he understands what tanjiro’s blushing about when he sees you walking towards them. tanjiro always tends to get flustered around you, even though the two of you are dating.

he turns around with a smile and places a soft kiss on your lips, and giyuu almost smiles at the sight of who he considers to be his ‘little brother’ with the girl he loves the most.

yes i love the water brothers so what ?? anyway happy bday tanjiroo

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, nerdjo tries to focus on his homework but turns into putty when you give him a little kiss

“toru, it’s late, come on..”

“just one more question-“

“baby, you said that an hour ago.“ you argue back at him.

satoru’s been working on this homework for hours on end, a science project he’s already done enough research on. he’s hunched over his desk, papers strewn across. one hand is speedily writing down equations and vocabulary on his lined paper, the other props up his chin on his fist.

you turn your head to look at the clock.

2:09 AM

a frown makes its way to your face, and you stand up from the comfy bed to walk over to satoru. he’s still writing but slows down once you run a hand through his snowy hair, causing him to lose focus.

he lets out a small huff. he knows what you’re trying to do, you’ve done it multiple times before— distracting him so he’ll get tired and rest. psh, he’s used to it now. there’s no way he’ll fall for your tricks again!

but you scratch at his undercut, and he lets out a soft sigh, loving the feeling of your nails. you take your other hand to rub his cheek, giving him a small peck there before leaving another one on his soft lips, still comfortingly scratching at his nape.

he kisses you back, already beginning to lose track of time when he grabs your hips, pulling you down to him. he wraps his strong arms around your waist and cages you in, now chests flush against each other. when he feels your breasts on his chest, though separated by layers of clothing, he lets out a soft moan, and the kisses turn messier and messier.

satoru’s turned pathetic instantly.

and as soon as you tap his chest to get air, he doesn’t even give you a second to breathe before he’s chasing after your lips again.

lifting you up, he carries you over to the bed, hands holding you up by your ass, all while he’s still making out with you. when he drops you onto the bed, he hesitantly pulls away, grinning and licking his lips over the string of saliva connected to your lips.

you’re both panting, satoru especially, and he looks so adorable with his foggy glasses and pink cheeks. his glasses droop down his nose and almost fall off until you push them up for him.

he stands up and quickly takes his sweatshirt off, abs glistening as he complains, “it’s too hot in here, or is it just-” he hesitates, not wanting to embarrass himself. his face turns red as you brush the hair back from his forehead, and he mumbles, “mmh, nevermind..”

“can’t believe you always manage to trick me like this,” he whines.

you both know he enjoys every second of it, and it doesn’t even take a second before he pounces on you with a mischievous giggle, and his lips are on yours again.

in honor of the new jjk movie coming out soon + the season 3 announcement? idk i was thinking of him… first nerdjo writing heheh

also guys what do we think of the new theme n pfp

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, if gojo had won

as soon as gojo had won the fight against sukuna, he was immediately transported back to the high school.

and as soon as he saw you, he was bloodied and nearly passed out, he fell to his knees, almost crawling towards you but he didn’t have the strength.

even as he sobbed into your stomach, you cradled him like a mother reassuring their child that everything will be okay, and your hand was tangled in his dirty hair.

eventually, he passed out from exhaustion, still hesitating, not wanting to fall asleep in case the world wasn’t necessarily considered safe from cursed spirits yet.

he lay in your bed, arms wrapped around you like you could disappear any second. his full body wraps you in a hug, ready to protect you any second.

and for the first time in a while, he could take a full, hour-long shower and sleep for eight hours.

he’s retired from being a jujutsu sorcerer and left the clan, though he’s still keeping in contact with the students from jujutsu high. they like to visit you and your children sometimes. some scars still litter his body, and your kids ask about each and every single one of them. their bedtime story is how he saved the world, and the adventures you and he used to go on as young sorcerers

but satoru’s as happy as he can be now. now, the only thing he has to worry about is forgetting to do the laundry or making his kid’s lunches wrong. now, he doesn’t have to worry about losing his life every day for his job. he gets to spend the rest of his life and grow old with the woman he loves the most, you, his wife.

i loved it when in gojo won in vol 26 and everyone lived happily ever after

i genuinely miss him so much

anyway i might open reqs back up but only for toru cus i feel like he’s the only one i can really write for rn

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, falling asleep with megumi’s demon dogs

it’s already well known that megumi’s demon dogs love you, and it’s after a long mission. the demon dogs have worn themselves out, and so have you. normally, megumi doesn’t let the dogs retreat into the shadows immediately. he knows they love to cuddle up to you and play with you a bit before they’re unfortunately forced to leave.

but one thing he never would’ve expected to walk in on is his demon dogs lying on your bed with you, all of you breathing slowly as your arm is slung across the black demon dog’s fur.

megumi’s eyes widen in shock, but not long after, they soften, and his lips curl into a subtle smile. but he’s tired from keeping his demon dogs out of the shadows for so long. he lets out an exhausted sigh and walks closer to your bed, staring down at his demon dogs cuddled up to you like they own the place, as if he was supposed to be the one in their position.

the white demon dog’s eyes open, though sleepily. it rests its snout on your stomach and lets out a small huff when megumi’s eyes it for so long. not long after, however, it’s back to sleeping again.

his fists ball up in frustration. he never thought he’d be jealous of the demon dogs, but here he is, staring at them in your arms like they owe him something. it should be him in your bed, warm from your body flushed against his.

he should be leaving. he’s tired from keeping the demon dogs out for hours on end, and he should probably take a nap in his room or work on something to distract himself. for some reason, he can’t bear to leave you like this.

but that’s stripped from his mind when he hears a voice.

“hey, fushiguro-“ yuji calls out, stomping into your room loudly.

megumi’s eyes widen. damn, he must look creepy staring at you sleeping like this. he’s cursing at himself internally, wishing he had left so he wouldn’t be found in this compromising position.

“oh, is she sleeping?” yuji asks with a big smile, and stands right next to megumi but has no control over his volume.

megumi slaps a hand over yuji’s mouth, then scolds, “quiet. you’ll wake her.”

“you wanna kiss her goodnight?” yuji teases, prying his hand from his mouth.

megumi quietly groans and complains, “you’ve been hanging out with gojo too much,” he ignores the question, then mumbles, “go away.”

yuji laughs then elbows megumi, and waves as he walks out, “talk to me when you’re done!”

megumi doesn’t hear or pay attention to his words, instead continuing to gaze at you with soft eyes.

he hopes eventually you’ll learn how much he and his demon dogs love you with their hearts. he’s willing to exhaust himself day in and day out, bringing his demon dogs out of the shadows just to see you smile for another second.

hii hope you guys like this! pt1 is here

ᢉ𐭩 gn!reader, bathing and combing giyuu’s hair after a hard day

giyuu’s tired, battered, and bruised. he single-handedly took on about a dozen demons, and although he always acts like it isn’t a big deal, he’s come home with darker bags under his eyes after fighting demons. the guilt he feels when he can’t save someone is self-destructive, and this job has been wearing him out.

he never knows when or if he’ll be able to come back to your safe, warm embrace again.

but when he comes back to your estate, which has become a habit instead of going to his own, you’ve already drawn him a warm bath, and you stand in the bathroom with a shy smile on your face.

you’ve always known about giyuu’s feelings, about his past, especially with his childhood best friend. he’s never felt like he deserves to be the water hashira, or even a hashira itself for that matter. even with all of your reassurance, he still doesn’t believe that he is deserving of the ‘lord’ title.

but intimate moments like these tell him enough. the way you bathe him so gently makes him feel delicate, though not in a negative way. your touch makes him feel like he’s worth something, like he isn’t just an unfortunate source of power.

so as soon as he silently gets into the bath, and you begin rubbing soap on his bare chest, he lets out a sigh. he knows it’s an intimate moment, and he wouldn’t rather have anyone else but you with him. you run your hands over his scars and new bruises, treating him like a masterpiece, a piece of art.

and when you’re done scrubbing his entire body, you bring some clean water up to his hair, and he willingly tilts his head back, something you’ve told him to do so water doesn’t run into his eyes. once you’ve rinsed it, you place a gentle kiss on his wet cheek, and although he’s had a stoic expression for most of the time, he gives you a small smile.

you hand him a towel and stand up, leaving and closing the door behind you so he can dry himself off and get dressed for bed.

a couple of minutes pass, and before you know it, he’s opening the door to your bedroom and closing it behind you. he kneels in front of you, back facing you so you can comb through his hair.

you untangle his long hair and brush through it. a soft sigh of pleasure leaves him, and you smile at his relief. he sits through the session with no complaints.

when you’re done, you place a kiss on his neck and watch him shudder at the unexpected touch. you giggle at his sensitivity, and he grumbles at your teasing.

but you tap his back, a movement you do so he knows you’re getting up to climb into bed, and he follows you.

he bends down and crawls into bed next to you, quickly finding comfort in your warmth.

though something’s missing, and you’re not cuddling him how you normally do.

he begins to feel frustrated until your lips are soft and pressing against his, giving him plush, comforting kisses.

he feels the bed shift underneath him, and he places a hand on your back, rubbing it up and down. when you try to pull away, he quietly chases your lips, and you reluctantly come back to kissing him.

you’re practically on top of him, legs and arms caging him in, but your kisses slow down, and eventually, you give him one more kiss before lying back down.

giyuu lets out a small, almost inaudible huff. he’ll never admit it, but he already misses your lips on his, and he misses your touch too.

your arm, however, finds its way to his stomach and lies across it. you cuddle up more to him, and although his hands aren’t all over you like yours are to him, he places a reassuring, large hand on your back.

right before you drift off to sleep, you feel a soft kiss on your forehead, and giyuu feels you cling on tighter to him.

when the day ends, giyuu realizes that all of his hardships are worth it if he’s able to come home to you.

first demon slayer writing, hope that whoever finds this enjoys it!! i forgot to post last night, sorry

tried to keep in mind what people had access to during the taisho era. thats why this may have been written a little weirdly