Dawn Of A New Day (Itadori Yuuji X GN!Reader)

Dawn of a New Day (Itadori Yuuji x GN!Reader)

Request from Anon: Could I request a yuji itadori x reader where it’s morning time but itadori doesn’t wanna get up but so he moves in closer laying on your stomach.

Part Two of Bedtime, but it's in his Bed.

Part 3 here

Summary: After waking up and finding yourself cuddled up with Yuuji, you attempt to get out of his hold. Emphasis on attempt.

Rating: Teen. Suggestive moments, Itadori has reader underneath him, but only bc he's sleeping on top of them. 4/10 chili peppers

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Suggestive, language. unedited.

Your Saturday mornings usually started at sunrise- your alarm ringing and the birds chirping outside. Not with soft snores against the side of your face and a vice grip on your waist. But here you are.

You should’ve known something was off from the moment you woke up refreshed. Every night for the past few weeks were plagued with vivid nightmares and hours spent staring at the ceiling, your mind chanting, no, begging for you to sleep, but the fear of nightmares overriding your mind’s cries. And so you usually would wake up feeling restless and exhausted- both emotionally and physically. But today isn’t like that. Stirring into consciousness is pleasant. Your heart beat is gentle, the rhythm equivalent to the pace with which you would walk on a seaside while watching the sunset. Your muscles feel loose and your brain is humming contently, rather than its normal frantic buzz. As air freely fills your lungs with your first deep breath of the morning, you note that your weighted blanket feels heavier than usual.

But when you try to push yourself up off your back, you find it impossible to move. When your eyes glide open, you don’t see your blue fuzzy blanket draped over your body when you look down. Rather, your met with the view of a fluffy head of pink hair right below your nose. As you crane your neck to see the rest of your body, you find Itadori’s right bicep draped over your stomach, his other arm snaked underneath your back so that his left hand could come around and rest at the hem of your shirt. His legs were interwoven with yours, koala-ing your right thigh.

As you turn your head to the right in shock, the position you are in finally registers.

Your best friend, Itadori Yuuji, had you completely cuddled up against him. Hell, he was half on top of you like this.

Memories of last night - all of last night - flood your memory and a warmth starts to nip and the apples of your cheeks all the way to the tips of your ears. Itadori had pulled you against him to sleep, and you let him.

You were by no means in denial about your feelings for your best friend, but that didn’t mean you were emotionally prepared to wake up to him face first into your chest.

Isn’t he more of an ass guy anyways? The stray thought passes through your mind as you watch him nuzzle against you, his face relaxed as his nose presses into you. That kinda hurts actually. And I should… I have to get him up. We have to talk about all...this. Now.

“Yuuji…” His name softly slips through your lips, your hand delicately sweeping over his broad back. He doesn’t move. “Yuujiii~” you squeeze his shoulder, his eyebrows furrowing in response.

“Mmm…” he groans. A squeak escapes you as Yuuji squeezes you tight, constricting your breathing unintentionally.

“Yu-uji!” The situation only gets more difficult as he pulls you closer, holding onto you like you were his ticket to sleep. You sometimes forget about his monstrous strength when you look at his soft face. With your body now completely underneath his, his head rests on you as if you were a pillow.

For the sake of your own health and sanity, you grab the sides of Itadori’s face and push his head, and subsequently his body, away from yours. His cheeks were squished in your grasp, his head angled back from your attempt to create space to breathe.

“Yuuji! Wake up! Please!” You try and shake his head side to side in an effort to wake him up.

“I don’t want to.” His raspy morning voice takes you by surprise, standing in contrast to the childish whiny undertone in his remark. His eyes were squeezed shut, and despite his squished face, you could still see his pout.

“What do you mean you don’t want to?” You’re aware that asking a sleeping person a question was probably not gonna do much, but it was an impulse more than anything else.

“Don’t want the dream to end…” The way he said it was different this time. You hadn’t heard Itadori speak like this before. You’d heard him be genuine, kind, and honest many times. But this time he sounded vulnerable and a little helpless, something in his voice making it seem like he was on the verge of tears.

You don’t know why it hadn’t occurred to you before, but you were probably not the only sorcerer who had nightmares on a regular basis.

“Don’t take Y/N from me, too. Please?” He was definitely sleep-talking, and nowhere near conscious, because he definitely would not have been saying the things he was saying if he knew you were right underneath him.

He’d done you a kindness by letting you crash his bed for the night, unintentionally blessing you with a good night’s rest.

Maybe it’d be okay to let him dream for just a little while longer.

You sigh as you let go of his face, Itadori easing his way back resting against your body. But because you had pushed him back, he was no longer angled to fall onto your chest. Rather, as he eases his way to lay down once more, his face presses into your stomach. “Soft…” His hands wrap around your waist again, his torso resting in the space between your legs.

You’d be a liar if you said you didn’t love having him hug you like this.

Your hand cards through his pink locks, playing with his hair as you enjoy the sound of his soft breathing, adoring the way that it synced with yours.

This will be absolute hell when he wakes up. But for now, you can let yourself indulge in a little bit of paradise.

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What time is it? Wait, what day is it? Itadori’s mind pesters him with questions just as he starts to really wake up for the day. He didn’t count that whole 6 am ordeal. I mean, he was barely awake for more than a few minutes, and didn’t really remember what all he did.

Yeah, wait. What happened at 6 am again?

Eyes flitting open, he processes the soft fabric pressed against his cheek, listening the shallow breathing as his head moves up and down at the same rate. He picks his head up and is given a shocking reminder when he’s met with the (pleasant) sight of you underneath him, sleeping peacefully.

Was he sleeping, on your stomach? Oh no no no no-

Okay, cuddling you normally was one thing, but this? This is... is...so close! There’s no excuse I could make for getting you in that position. How would he explain this?

More importantly, how would he explain this without exposing his crush on you?

He doesn’t have enough time to come with an answer before he sees you stir, stretching and breathing heavily as you wake up (for what he assumes is the first time all morning).

Instinctually, he flails and throws himself off the bed, making a loud thud as his body hits the wooden floor.

At the sound, you lurch up, turning to find the source of the sound, worry painted on your face as you lean over the bed to check on him.

“Itadori-kun, are you okay?”

He takes a few moments to regain his own composure, processing what he just did. Slowly, he responds, “Yeah, I’m uh, I’m oka-”

A series of knocks against Itadori’s door cuts him off, both your heads swiveling to stare at the door.

“Itadori, are you okay? I heard a loud noise.” Megumi’s voice is muffled by the door, but clear enough for both Itadori and you to panic.

Well shit. Things seem to have just gotten a lot more complicated.

A/N: I loved writing this.

- Itadori is a restless sleeper who changes positions a million times. Change my mind.

- lemme know if anyone wants another part! I wrote the cliffhanger intentionally lol.

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itadori yuuji has a big fat crush on you.

he thinks he's so slick about it but everyone who cares to even look at what itadori does near you knows that he's head over heels for you.

you're aware of this too, you aren't oblivious to his advances, in fact you like to guess what his next move is. you just won't do anything about it because you what him to tell that he likes you to your face.

normally, you would simply let him do what he wants and you would respond as dryly as you can. however, lately he's been getting too hard to ignore...

last week, a certain strict professor kicked you out the lecture hall because you fell asleep after an all nighter, so he walked out of the room and followed you to keep you company.

on monday, he purposely pretended that his umbrella broke so that he could ask you to share yours with him.

on tuesday, you saw him pouring his water on a plant so he could ask you for some even though the water fountain was literally next to him.

and just now, he removed all of the people on his close friend list on instagram except for you. (you know because you sit behind him during you 10:00am lecture) lo and behold he posts a shirtless mirror selfie of him post workout.

mostly unfazed by his 'thirst trap,' you roll your eyes and stiffle a laugh.

"itadori," you call out to him in a whisper, hoping that your professor won't notice you, "psst yuuji."

yuuji who somehow has better hearing when it comes to you immediately turns around, his ears red and his eyes having a hard time making eye contact.

"yes?"

"you are so obvious"

"huh? what are you talking about?"

you lean in the table and tuck your hair behind your ears, "your thirst trap duh."

megumi, who's sitting beside him, looks at the two of you warily while signaling that you might be noticed by the professor. nobara who sits on his other side could care less.

"what? you saw it?" he lights up and you think its a little bit blinding, "what do you think?

"um you look great but-"

the professor interrupts you with a fake cough which everyone in the hall hears. you slowly sit properly and look away from the professor pretending to be innocent, yuuji tries to act cool by pretending to write notes on his notebook filled with 'y/n <3s.'

the professor decides to leave you be and turns back to the whiteboard. once again, you lean forward and whisper, "do you want to go to a cafe with me after class?"

yuuji pauses and abruptly stands up from his seat, "are you serious?!"

the screeching of the chair and yuuji's sudden outburst alerts the entire hall. the professor pinches his nose bridge and sighs, "itadori yuuji and l/n y/n please get out of my class."

nobara smirks at you and wiggles his eyebrows, "i guess your date gets to be a little earlier."

"what?! a date? is this a date? y/n?"

"please. get. out."

this is kinda stupid.

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AEMOND TARGARYEN (HOTD) NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I cannot emphasize enough just how much Aemond loves and respects you. You are his equal, his beloved, his life partner… If he bedded you, then he absolutely adores you. Which means, he will do anything you need to feel comfortable and cherished after sex. He’ll have a hot bath drawn for you, and then lovingly clean you up. If you are feeling depleted, then he will gladly go to the kitchens himself, to fetch your favorite foods and drinks. And if you merely wish to cuddle close to him, then the prince will happily hold you in his arms until you fall asleep. It doesn’t matter how soft of rough the lovemaking was, Aemond will insist on taking care of you afterwards.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself? Probably his hair – a testimony of his Targaryen bloodline. He takes extensive care of it, making sure to keep it clean, luscious and soft.

And as far as you are concerned, Aemond loves every single inch of your body, and will gladly get on his knees and worship you like the ever-faithful devotee he is.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Aemond will only ever finish deep inside of you. Mostly because he finds it distasteful to sully your body with his seed (he doesn’t wish to debase you like that), but also because there is nothing more the prince desires than seeing you pregnant with his child.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you two were even together, Aemond discovered you pleasuring yourself, whispering his name as you came. Of course, you had no idea he was there, and he has yet to confess to having witnessed the act… However, he cannot help but fantasize about you, sprawled on the bed, legs open wide, leisurely fingering yourself for his viewing pleasure.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

The only experience Aemond has had before you, was when his older brother practically dragged him to a brothel on his thirteenth nameday. And that is hardly a memory Aemond is fond of. That being said, the prince is an avid reader, and has acquired various (more or less forbidden) texts regarding the female anatomy – in hopes that he would bring his future lover as much pleasure as possible. So, luckily for you, Aemond more than makes up for his lack of experience through enthusiasm, communication and scholarly knowledge. Your body is a garden of delights, and he is an explorer willing to discover its many secrets.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary, because he craves the intimacy this position allows – hand holding, getting lost in your eyes, long hungry kisses, the welcoming heat of your embrace… Aemond cannot get enough of it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

This man takes himself way too seriously, and is secretly very insecure. So, whenever mishaps happen, he may get apologetic, or even retreat in fear of your thinking he is an inadequate lover. So it’s up to you to make light of the situation, dispel his worries

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Aemond is a clean, prim and proper prince, so he keeps himself nicely trimmed down there. A trail of well-groomed silver hair extends from his navel to the base of his cock.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

The prince is a romantic at heart – and loves you more than anything in this world. You are his sun, his moon and stars, his very reason for living. Praises and sweet nothings whispered in your ear, his fingers interlocked with yours, his keen gaze appraising you with utmost adoration… Intimacy plays a huge role in your bedroom activities.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Honestly, Aemond’s sex drive isn’t that high? Don’t get me wrong, he is overcome with desire every time he thinks of you, but… He doesn’t really masturbate that often? On one hand, his forced incursion at the brothel traumatized the young prince to such an extent that the mere thought of touching himself had been a cause of repulsion – and on the other hand, after you two became a couple, Aemond just felt like nothing could compare to the real you, writhing underneath him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink, edging, overstimulation, body worship, soft bondage, classy dirty talk (aka nothing degrading) – giving and receiving. Soft (!!!!) hair pulling – receiving.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The intimacy of your bed chamber. Aemond is NOT an exhibitionist, and the mere thought of being caught in the act makes him nervous (and not in a good way). Besides, you are his and his alone, so he doesn’t want any other man to see your naked form.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You??? Like, no, honestly, there mere sight of you makes him weak in the knees. But if you openly express the desire to bed him, Aemond might just lose his composure.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would cause you pain (impact play, choking, etc). Also NOT into degradation – giving or receiving. In Aemond’s mind, you two are equals bound by love and respect. He will never, under any circumstance, denigrate you, and he would very much appreciate it if you returned the courtesy.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

There is nothing more heavenly to Aemond than the taste of your sweet nectar on his lips, and the dulcet cadence of your desperate moans.  With the incessant flick of his tongue in the right spot, combined with shameless greedy suckles, he can bring you to completion in no time - and he is rarely satisfied unless you’ve come undone several times, with his deft fingers buried inside of you, and his mouth pressed against your throbbing nub.

That being said, the sight of you, kneeling before him, with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock drives Aemond absolutely insane. He never lasts long when you get on your knees, so eager to service him.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on the mood, Aemond can be slow and sensual, or fast and rough - but it is always a passionate. To the prince, bedding you is not just a carnal act, but rather the fusion of your bodies and souls.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Aemond is a busy man, with many responsibilities to tend to – which means that once in a while, a quick and hot fuck will have to make do. It doesn’t happen very often, though, as he prefers taking his time, and properly savoring every inch of your body.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Generally, Aemond is happy to experiment, so long as both of your boundaries are being respected.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The blood of the dragon runs thick, and years of rigorous training are paying off. In other words, Aemond can go for several rounds before he is thoroughly spend and exhausted.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The prince isn’t exactly familiar with the concept, but he wouldn’t be opposed to using them, if that is something you desire.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends. Sometimes Aemond feels generous enough to give you what you want, when you want it - and sometimes he can be a complete and utter tease, to the point the need to cum becomes almost painful for you. If he is in a particularly cruel mood, though, Aemond will overstimulate you until the mere touch of a feather upon your flesh will cause your entire body to convulse.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Low grunts and growls and quiet moans. Reverent whispers of love uttered against the shell of your ear.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Though Aemond is not an exhibitionist, he dreams of fucking you from behind, while riding Vhagar. The only reason he hasn’t mentioned it yet is because he needs to figure out the logistics first (a bigger saddle, he suspects, would be preferable).

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

A dragon through-and-through, with a girth to match. Aemond’s cock is long, thick and veiny, slightly curved towards the tip.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Before meeting you? Almost non-existent. After meeting you? Impressively high. That being said, Aemond can and will keep it in his pants, if the situation calls for it. No lewd comments and gestures exchanged between the two of you in front of the other lords in the castle. Your love is too sacred to be turned into a spectacle.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After making sure you are clean, comfortable and securely nestled in his arms, Aemond will wait until you fall asleep, so he can admire you for a little while. There is something about the sight of your slumbering self – so sweet and vulnerable – that has a calming effect on the prince. Eventually, he will fall asleep as well, basking in the warmth of your embrace.

HELPING HAND.

♡. ── gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!reader.

summary: when aemond confides in you that he’s never laid with a woman, you make sure to change that.

content warnings: 18+, canon typical incest, unprotected p in v, curse words, loss of virginity, handjob, cockwarming, praise, inexperienced!aemond, a bit of fluff. block the tag “★. dark themes!” if you don’t want to see my dark content.

note: well, hello ! here’s another one of the works i posted on my old blog and just recently found. i edited it the best i could, so you’re probably still going to see some very poor grammar and it’s because i’d just started writing in english and because of that it is completely normal for me to still have problems writing in a language that isn’t mine. i really hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.

BEFORE YOU KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING, aemond’s lips are on yours. you whimper, surprised but quite pleased, because you’d be lying if you say you haven’t thought about kissing him in many different scenarios.

his lips are soft and sweet, but you can tell he is insecure and that is why his movements are sloppy, he keeps his hands away from your body not knowing where to place them; but you need his touch, his warmth, and so you guide his hands to rest on your waist.

you wouldn’t be surprised if you’re the first girl he’s ever kissed.

without breaking the kiss, you move from your spot on the bed to sit on his lap, legs on either side of his body.

“your lips are soft.” you whisper against his swollen lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“yours taste like cherry.” his voice comes out raspy, eyes locked on yours. “i like it.”

yoi cup his cheeks and kiss him again. this time you’re hungry for him, smashing your lips against his own. and he lets you know he likes it holding you tighter against his body as your fingers travel down his head and tug at his hair, tilting his head back to expose his throat you start to suck, intending on marking him right below the collar of his button down.

he gasps, pants tightening. your fingers work fast unbuttoning his shirt, his smooth and pale skin screaming for your touch. you bite down on his neck and he groans, pulling you away.

aemond pupil is dilated, lips parted and red. you shudder at the view, so wrecked just by an intense make-out session. but you want more.

you take your top off, your bra following shortly after, and nod at him to do the same; he’s quick to obey. it’s like he goes into a trance the moment he sees your chest, and you think you can cum just by the sight of him.

“you can touch me.” he makes eye contact for a few seconds, and then lowers his gaze, swallowing. you know he wants you but he’s too nervous to do things on his own, so you help him by guiding both of his hands to your breasts. they’re cold and the friction they create makes you close your eyes and arch your back, palms rubbing against your nipples and hard cock pressing against the fabric of your undergarments.

once you feel he has gained confidence, your hands move slowly over his chest, caressing him softly as you start to kiss his neck. you drag your nails down until they’re at the waistline of his pants and, not wasting any time, you unbuckle his belt.

his jaw drops, taking a sharp breath as he lifts his hips up so you can remove his belt and lower his pants. and when your hand comes in contact with soft flesh, the sound he makes soaks your panties.

aemond squeezes your breasts, making you whine. “easy, pretty boy.”

you giggle, sucking on his bottom lip as you pump his cock. he’s panting, eyes rolled back and desperate. his hands are everywhere on your body, coming to a halt when he lifts your skirt, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass.

aemond whines, thrusting into your hand. “are you close, love?” you ask into his ear, increasing the pace of your hand, while your other hand lifts his chin up. his face is flushed and he’s trying really hard to not let himself go. “i got you, aemond.”

and that’s all he needs to cum in your hand, grasping your waist so hard you know his hands will leave bruises. he groans loudly, and you immediately cover his mouth.

you look at your hand and then at him, who’s resting his head against the headboard with his eyes closed, and you clean it on his chest making a mess between cum and sweat.

“fuck.” aemond murmurs, opening his eyes.

“we’re not finished.” you leave a quick kiss on lips before lifting your hips and moving your panties to the side. “you can take it. right, pretty boy?” he hums, eyes fixed on what he can see of your cunt. “i need you to look me in the eyes and say it.”

aemond gulps and his big violet eye looks at you pleading, the head of his cock brushing against your cunt. “i can take it. please.”

you grab hold of his shoulders, and sink down. slowly. the look on aemond’s face, contorted in pleasure, and the sounds coming out of your mouth creating an intense and seductive atmosphere. he holds you tight against his chest and groans, closing his eye tightly.

“you’re so big.” you whisper, his hands returning to your ass, helping you slide down further.

aemond sucks in a ragged breath as you lift your hips up again, just to sink down completely onto his cock. you move slowly at first, teasing him, wanting to hear him beg, but he sees right through you and squeezes your flesh as he starts thrusting into you. you moan, ducking your face into his neck, trying to muffle those sounds.

“oh my gods, please.” you don’t know what you’re asking for, but is like a praise falling from your lips over and over and over again.

your walls tighten around him and aemond moans so loud you fear someone would hear you, and then you’ll be in big trouble. your hand covers his mouth while you look for something, anything, and your eyes fall on a black leather belt by your side. without saying a word you hold it closer to his lips and aemond opens his mouth not giving it a second thought, blindly trusting you.

“such a good boy.” you say, taking control by lifting yourself up on your knees, fucking him rough. you reach between your bodies to rub circles into that sensitive bud that makes you bite your lips so hard you taste your own blood. “i know you’re close. cum with me.”

you keep grinding on him, tits bouncing with every movement, and it doesn’t take much more before aemond is cumming inside of you, groaning onto his belt, eye closed and a blissful face that sends you over the edge.

you hold your breath, head falling backwards and tights clenching around him. you try to steady your breathing as you come down, legs shaking.

neither of you speaks, all you can hear are your rapid breaths, and when you meet his gaze, he kisses your neck, inhaling your scent. his cock softens but he doesn’t move, and you don’t want to move either, so you stay there; your hands stroking his silver locks. you pull him back to look at him, and you notice that his eye is glazed over and there’s sweat covering his lovely, flushed face. a part of you can’t believe what just happened, but the other part couldn’t be happier. and satisfied.

“can we stay like this for a little while?” aemond asks with a raspy voice and swollen lips, a smile forming on his face. you nod and he buries his face into your neck, arms around your waist while yours are around his neck, rubbing his back.

and when aemond starts to hum a little tune, you know you’re exactly where you want to be.

Can I request head-cannons on how the Hantengu clones deal with their shared female crush and how they confess to her. Along with what it’s like to date them? :)

Russian Roulette: Hantengu Clones x Reader (SFW Headcanons & Imagines)

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Pairing/s: Sekido x Reader, Aizetsu x Reader, Karaku x Reader, Urogi x Reader

Content: female reader, jealousy, the demons fighting over you, etc.

Synopsis: Despite their clashing personalities, the four clones of Hantengu always upheld their ultimate goal of serving the Demon King. Aside from their loyalty and shared blood, they never entertained the possibility of having anything else in common — that was until they met you, an ambitious demon slayer that they can't get off their minds. In other words, they have a crush on you, and you've never been so conflicted in your life.

Being a demon slayer involves plenty of sacrifices and hardships that warrant unshakeable mental strength. You've lived your life with the threat of death looming at the back of your head, yet you only continue to hone your sharpened sword with a mask of courage and certainty.

One day, you arrive at the well-hidden Swordsmith Village to have your chipped blade repaired; unfortunately, your supposedly peaceful time at the hot springs is interrupted by swarms of killer goldfishes and four — annoyingly attractive — clones of the weeping, whining demon.

You release a battle cry as you witness your comrades get swept away by a strong blast of wind unleashed by the demon equipped with a fan. At this point, you were alone, knuckles whitening due to the swift build-up of rage and anxiety pooling in your stomach.

You unsheathe your katana, adapting a steady stance amidst the four demons who peered at you with their piercing, colored eyes.

However, you notice something quite odd hidden behind their peculiar gazes. Behind the kanji of "Upper Moon" and "Four," you curiously note a humane emotion that is rarely attributed to demons. Your instincts turn cogs in your head, and you arrive at a bewildering thought that sent a shiver through your body:

The four demons you are tasked to kill seem to be enamored with you.

SEKIDO

Something other than infuriation is stuck in his throat.

He will be in great denial when it comes to his infatuation for you.

He's a demon that is so straight-laced and strict; he never entertained the possibility of a developing a crush.

He'll be blushing a hue that could match the tint of his eyes — fiery red. He'll feverishly deny it, though.

If he is close to you in proximity, he'll turn so stiff and rigidly cling onto his staff, not uttering a word. This makes you think he dislikes you, but he's so enamored with you that he's actually rendered speechless.

If he manages to get over his raging anxiety when it comes to talking to you, he'll confess to you, very ambiguously.

You'll be confused if it was a declaration of love or war — his flustered expression and clamoring hands betray him, though, and you'll gently take his hand in yours, understanding settling in your chest.

It takes a while for him to truly shed off his stiffness and awkwardness; in time, he is quite the clingy lover. He ensures to always be by your side as you go sightseeing or stroll under the bright moonlight.

He enjoys quality time with you, after all.

Your first kiss is messy, a little awkward yet full of genuinely potent feelings. He smiles as his lips are pressed onto yours, grateful to be the man that will protect you for the rest of your mortal life.

The rage sitting on his tongue tasted different the moment he laid his eyes on you. He is a demon that gawks out consistent, clear orders to his fellow clones (who he considers as absolute buffoons that don't take their duties seriously).

However, he uncharacteristically wavers when he sees your subtly shivering form in front of him. He gulps and muffles a conflicted growl under his breath, stealing a glance at the other three, who seem to be as intrigued as he is.

What are you? His erratic mind considers the possibility of you being a Marechi, but he quickly dismisses that thought when he realizes that you are not wounded or bleeding in any way.

That's good —

Wait. Did he really feel relief when he confirmed your safety? He is a demon, for crying out loud!

His head spun with a mixture of confusion and rage towards the uncomfortable thump in his chest. What makes you so different, and why do you engulf his thoughts and bloodstream as if you were in control of him?

Whatever such an unfamiliar feeling may be, it should not deter him from accomplishing his duties under Muzan's orders; however, he couldn't bring himself to electrocute you.

Damn it. He harshly grits his teeth in realization: he wants to keep you alive and safe — you're too damn interesting to kill off. Sekido is undoubtedly in denial of his developing infatuation for you.

Unfortunately, his stubbornness prevents him from even approaching your glowering, quaking figure. He remains rooted on the same spot, opting to simply intensely gaze at you from afar.

KARAKU

His whole body tingles with excitement at your mere presence — you're so pleasing to look at.

He is an expressive suitor, and he spoils you with gifts and trinkets that remind him of you. Yes, his love language is gift giving.

Even if you appear closed-off, he will remain persistent yet patient. You wake up to various snacks, jewelry, and love letters scattered across your room.

You initially think that his feelings for you are superficial, but little did you know, no one has ever made Karaku's heart pump as loudly and powerfully as you.

You are already aware of his infatuation for you, but he still opts to declare his desire to be in a relationship with you through an immensely romantic gesture: rose petals scattered around a garden, lanterns sparkling brightly amidst the dark night, and an entrée of your favorite meals stacked on a tree stump.

He hates human food, as do any other demon, but he still makes an effort to ensure your happiness and satisfaction.

You may think his efforts diminish once you accept his proposal, yet it only heightens and strengthens.

You realize he truly loves you when he showcases how consistent, attentive, and patient he is. Even if you aren't always partaking in fun, exciting, and heart-pumping activities, Karaku is more than happy to be by your side.

You are his greatest pleasure, after all.

Cute, cute, cute! You are the cutest, prettiest little thing he has ever seen.

To him, you appear as a shiny, new plaything that could relieve him of his boredom. The night is still young, and he would love to spend it with you.

He remembers the hot springs by the slope of the mountains. His green-tinted eyes shine in excitement. If he invites you, would you come? He'll spare your life in exchange for a date!

He's much more straightforward and accepting of his feelings due to his insatiable nature that seeks novel and exciting experiences. He believes you could be the next best thing to happen to him after hundreds of years. Be a dear and accept his proposal, would you?

He approaches you cheerily, putting away his fan-like weapons. You step away and remain guarded, which only makes Karaku pout at you flippantly.

"Aww, don't be shy now. I won't hurt you if you agree to soak with me in the hot springs. How about that, pretty?"

He ignores the heated gazes aimed at his head by the other three behind him, well-aware that all of them feel a shared, unexplainable attraction to you.

The smirk on Karaku's face doesn't waver as he steps closer once more, and to his delight, you don't widen the distance between you and his tall, muscular figure.

Standing mere inches away from you, Karaku observes you with curious eyes — you're so cute with your quivering lips, dilated pupils, and glaring expression. You are unable to repress the shiver that runs through your veins when he licks his lips as he stares at yours.

Karaku is quite expressive with his evident infatuation for you, and he shortly sighs at the imagery of you and him entangled in one another in the hot springs. It's an unfamiliar feeling, but he is accepting of everything new and exciting. In this case, the new and exciting is none other than you.

Opting to close the inches of distance between you, he raises his free hand to caress your face; however, before he can make any contact with you, his movement is ceased with a firm grasp on his forearm—

Aizetsu?

AIZETSU

He wants to rid of all the sadness in your soul.

He shows his affection towards you through attentive and caring actions.

He isn't verbally expressive, and he oftentimes averts his gaze away from you if you catch him staring.

With how reserved he appears (paired with the tiny frown that settles firmly on his mouth), you initially assumed that he is indifferent towards you.

However, his actions speak louder than words — whenever you strain yourself too much, he quietly offers to massage the tension away from your shoulders; when you have a subtle downcast expression behind your smiles, he instantly picks up on it and sits you down, gently intertwining his fingers in yours.

"You can talk to me; I'm here to listen."

He is an amazing listener, and he will never pressure you into accepting him as your lover.

In fact, you're the one who decides to propose to him, assuring him that you return his feelings in the same magnitude.

His lips would quiver, and his his eyes would widen in surprise for a fraction of a second. Then — to your immense shock — he smiles. His smile is gentle, soft, and warm — a testament to his affection for you.

Once you begin dating, the trust you have for each other only deepens, and many sweet secrets and burdensome tales are shared between you.

You've never felt so safe with someone before, and you're certain that he'll love you no matter the circumstance; you will never be a burden to him.

You are the sole warmth of his gloomy heart, after all.

The constant whir of depressive thoughts seem to halt for a brief moment. His downturned eyes and furrowed brows twitch in awe at the mere sight of you.

You are so magnetic.

He silently gapes at you from where he stood, realizing that you have entranced the others as much as you've enticed him. He catches Sekido swallow a flustered expression and Karaku approach you with overflowing excitement in his jovial movements.

Aizetsu remains in a trance of bewildering yet intriguing emotions; however, seeing Karaku raise his hand to grasp you makes him instinctively — in a nearly primal response — sprint towards you, ceasing Karaku's hand from even touching a hair on your body.

"What do you think you're doing?" Karaku's carefree expression melts away, now replaced with restrained annoyance that slips through his voice.

"A lady under stress cannot give you proper consent to touch her," Aizetsu calmly yet firmly declares, releasing his uncharacteristically tight grip on his fellow demon's forearm.

"Hah!? Who are you to say what's right or not — you're a damn demon, for crying out loud! You're always so boring as hell, Aizetsu!" With each sentence, Karaku's chipper voice grew into a deeper, rougher bark.

You notice him curl his fists into a ball, veins bulging out due to irrepressible pressure. Aizetsu faces him calmly, his ever-present frown deepening.

Are these demons — clones of the Upper Moon Four — about to fight each other over you?

As you stand there with a flabbergasted expression replacing your initial look of determination, Aizetsu cranes his neck to gaze at you; his gaze softens.

"I'm so sorry you have to witness this. It saddens me to see you in great distress."

Your mouth gapes at his polite and genuine tone. Before you could utter some sort of response, the demon adorned with massive wings interrupted the bubbling confrontation.

UROGI

He'd sacrifice his joy if it means you could live your life in eternal happiness.

His flippant personality turns down a notch once he realizes his attraction towards you.

He doesn't want you to think that he's pursuing you out of boredom.

However, he gets a little too overwhelmed with bursts of happiness circulating throughout his body when he's near you.

For the most part, you bear witness to him intently ogling at you with dilated pupils, wings fluttering in intermittent jitters.

He's like a puppy! Well, he has the literal anatomy of an eagle, yet you can't help but internally swoon at his dog-like mannerisms.

If you invite him to spend time with you under the stars, it's with utmost certainty that he agrees with unhidden glee.

He gets so wholesomely joyful when you reciprocate his display of affection.

He is quite the smooth-talker, tongue always prepared with a quip that makes you burst in wheezing laughter.

He's also well-equipped when it comes to comforting you with soothing affirmations of love and comfort. You can't help but fall into his strong embrace as he whispers promises of a better tomorrow.

When he engulfs you in a hug, his wings act as another layer of warmth and protection, making you melt deeper into his body as you sigh in contentment.

You establish a relationship without even needing a direct confession — which you initially found ironic, considering how his words and tender touches were the main driving force of your intimacy.

In the end, your presence fills him with indescribable happiness, and he would spend the rest of his life ensuring that you feel the same sensation of joy.

For the first time in his centuries as a demon, he feels the smile plastered on his face falter. Why, why, why — why are the other demons obviously enticed by your presence?

When you caught his gaze, he felt a cold shiver rush through the span of his body, up to the tips of his wings. It is terrifyingly unfamiliar, yet he wishes to feel more of the ecstasy your mere existence makes him feel.

He wants you all to himself — he wants to grasp you by your waist and fly you above the clouds. He wants to feel your warm palms pressed against his chest as he flies through gorgeous sceneries that he wishes to witness with you.

However, that's easier said than done.

Sekido — that annoying stick-in-the-mud — is quiet in deep contemplation for once in his life. Apart from that, you are currently in between a raging Karaku and an uncommonly unyielding Aizetsu.

Urogi feels his talons chip at the coarse dirt below him, and as if he cannot bear to see the shadow of fear in your eyes any longer, he slacks his jaw and screams.

His attack won't harm the demons around him; after all, they share the same cells, but it still effectively brings the attention to him and away from you. He wants to give you a moment to breathe, and you somehow deduce the intent of his gesture from the slight crinkle of his bright eyes.

Urogi's head-splitting screech results in all four demons glowering at one another. A realization settles in the air and a twinge of possessiveness and unbridled desire become potent.

No words are spoken, yet they all seem to finally comprehend the situation: they all want you, and you won't be shared. The cells in their bodies furiously screech in yearning for your touch, attention, and entirety. It was a terribly atypical feeling, but who are they to restrain themselves from attaining satiety? They're demons, after all, and they want you — even if it means fighting each other.

It felt like forever until all four pairs of eyes gazed at you once more. A painful rush of fear, confusion, and anticipation courses through your body. However, before you could regain a fighting stance, the one with the blood-red eyes spoke,

"Slayer, we have decided to settle our differences in private. Until then, know that we will be returning, and one of us will take you as our lover."

You simply leave your jaw hanging low, rendered speechless by the bewildering declaration. You hear the distant shouts of Tanjiro and your fellow slayers, and you turn your head towards the direction of their presence for a mere second, quickly gazing back at the demons —

They're gone.

The field is left empty and you are left baffled in a spiral of conflicting emotions. You feel your legs wobble, and you fall to your knees. Your heart hammers in your chest as you heave loudly at the demons' intentions:

They will be back, and one of them will take you — a human — as their bride.

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A/N: I tested out a new format involving (hopefully) discernable switches from headcanons to imagines. The bulleted points are basically the clones daydreaming about dating you — they're simping, for real.

Anyway, I hope it's to your liking, Anon, even if I diverged a little from your request. I just wanted to see some internal conflict from the Hantengu clones, hehe. Maybe in another life — another post — they could be reincarnated into the modern era and actually spend time with you.

Prince Aemond, your Aemond

Pairing: Aemond x Reader;

Warnings: none;

Author’s Note: some fun thoughts about Aemond being in love with you; this was for a request I accidentally deleted LMAO - please send me more tho, I live for writing them :D

Aemond, who has had a crush on you since you two were children. He paid attention to everything you took an interest in, and made it a point to learn interesting facts about those things, so he can woo you in his own way.

Aemond, who only waltzes with you at balls and name days. For you, he takes dancing and etiquette lessons and treats them just as seriously as his sword-playing;

Aemond, who is somehow always there for you - sitting next to you at supper, guarding you silently as you read in the library;

Aemond, who lets his hand graze yours from time to time, as you walk side by side through the opulent gardens - the impropriety of it all!

Aemond, who so rarely smiles, but is always wearing a calm and content expression when you happen to be around;

Aemond, who allows himself to be vulnerable around you and shows you his sapphire eye for the first time, his hand shaking and brows twisted in painful anticipation for your horrified reaction;

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