#hiei drabble

[sadisticyouko]

hello, im not sure if requests are open or closed, if they're closed you can ignore this ^^

reader is female.

can i request a one shot where the reader is a part of team urameshi and reader and hiei were secretly dating until (either member of your choice maybe kurama or something) walks in on the two of them kissing and eventually they come out that they've been dating. :P

☆ author's note : a little bit suggestive but not too much detail, I wrote most of this while i was super drunk last night and finally got around to finishing it up today, not sure if i love the ending tbh, but i hope this is to your liking ! ♡

❝ JUST BETWEEN US ❞

You weren’t sure what to call it. At first it started with bouts of protectiveness, almost constantly initiated by Hiei. The Dark Tournament was a vicious, cruel game that in a way, exposed a softer side of Team Urameshi as a whole. How you all cared for one another. How you would all willingly fight a stadium full of monsters for one another. It a was a fast track way to bond for a pair of teammates that knew little to nothing of each other previous to boarding that boat and fighting to the death one round after another.

You couldn’t tell that anything had changed about him after the first match. You were bloodied, slightly concussed, and amped up by the adrenaline of having won your first fight. Bruises no doubt littered your entire body. Yusuke congratulated you with a rough pat on the back, his hand accidentally slapping against a particularly deep wound. You gave Kuwabara a half hug on your way back, his embrace gentler, but still sturdy with relief.

When your eyes broke contact with the healthy green grass you stamped beneath your feet, you met Hiei’s crimson eyes.

Almost like an accident, at first. How long had he been staring? His eyes quickly darted to the left, almost embarrassed to have been caught watching you. But why would that be unusual? You figured he was just still learning it was normal to care about his friends.

You instinctively stood beside him for the remainder of the fights. Not much conversation, both of your attention glued to the arena before you. Your shoulders feeling like magnets. More effort to distance yourself from his side than it took to stay there. Your eyes occasionally meeting when you dare to look from the fight to his face. Like he had been staring. A light pink dusting his cheeks when he’s caught in the act before he immediately looks away. Another complaint if you stare for too long.

If Kuwabara breathed too hard you never heard the end of it from Hiei. If a contestant took a misstep in the arena he had a corrective remark to make of it.

When your hand accidentally brushed his…he was silent. When your eyes met his in the middle of a group conversation…he was silent.

It wasn’t until one of your matches went sideways that he decided not to waste anymore time.

Feeling out powered. Out classed. Running out of ideas. Out of time… You thought you might really die in front of your friends and a stadium full of demons chanting, praying for more of your blood to spill on the pavement. Your vision gets blurry after losing enough blood. It’s like seeing through static. Lungs burning with exertion. Muscles freezing, locking in place. This is it, you think. This is death.

And Hiei’s voice breaks through the thick fog of your surrender.

“Fight, (y/n), fight!”

It’s by some miracle your opponent passes out seconds before you. You released a burst of energy, you don’t even know how, to knock them out of the ring and begin the count down. The sound of the announcer’s eager voice ringing in your eyes. One…two… staggering…and darkness.

The air conditioner makes a comforting noise in the darkness of the hotel room. It’s a gentle hum. Sometimes a staccato to disrupt the pattern. Before your eyes even open, a heavy pounding begins in your head. Aching all over. Body heavy with exhaustion. And yet…your body fights. Shooting up in bed. Tense and primed for violence. Your hands balled into fists as your eyes adjust to the dark hotel room…

“Hn, finally. You’ve been sleeping for hours.”

It’s Hiei. His voice stirring an unfamiliar warmth in your belly that relaxes your muscles, your fight or flight instincts taking a back seat to an entirely new set of instincts. Of warmth…of uncertainty. You fidget in the white linen bed they assigned to you and let out a deep sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. “Did we win?”

“Obviously.”

You haven’t dared to look at him yet, you hand encasing your face as your body adjusts to its surroundings. The bed dips with his weight as he comes to sit beside you, bringing a cool cup of water up to your lips and tipping it. Holding the glass as you sip and then gulp all the water within the glass. A bead of water escapes from your lips, drips down the side as Hiei retracts the glass.

Unbeknownst to you, he watches that little bead of water carefully. He watches your face carefully the same way he watched over you while you slept. Examining your breathing, dressing your wounds.. The moonlight bounces off the side of your cheek and casts a glow around your features. Features he worried he’d never see again. The face he saw bloodied and battered in the arena. The face he had secretly hoped he’d get to enjoy for years to come…

When you finally turn to look into his crimson eyes…he is electric… A live wire full of emotion and pain. Before either of you even realize, his hand is under your chin and pulling your face close into an innocent kiss. A press of his lips against yours, and moving fervently, desperately against yours until he opens his mouth and lets your taste in. Until he’s on top of you in bed, moving the sheets away from your body to feel you close. Until you’re gasping at the proximity. Until you’re wondering if you really did win that fight or maybe if you’ve descending into a blissful hell and hiei’s there to greet you with the most blissful sins imaginable.

No one notices for the rest of the tournament.

And, why would they? A life for death scenario each and every day. Never knowing whether or not you’d all finally make it home or if it’d be your last night on earth. Murdered in front of a live audience desperately cheering and hoping to see as much of a mess of your innards as possible.

You and Hiei made the most of it.

After everyone had fallen asleep. After everyone had made their way into their respective rooms. Whether it had been an exhaustive training day or an actual fight in the arena. You kept your door unlocked. Sometimes wandering through the halls of the hotel into his room, sometimes him seeking you out. Every touch of his calloused hands against your face. Every stolen glance or secret kiss. Every moment you had of darkness and peace after the tournament was indulged in between the two of you.

There were a few times you worried the secret would be given away. He didn’t like for anyone to stand too close to you. He didn’t like for you to volunteer for any fights, not if the four of them could handle it. It wouldn’t always be words or outward aggression he’d show to keep others away from you. Sometimes it was just an ominous energy emanating from him if someone else took the seat beside you. It took everything within his power not to drape an arm around you and tell his teammates flat out to back off. Don’t touch her. Don’t look at her. She’s mine…

Naturally, a part of you worried that it would all come to an end once the tournament was over. No matter how sad or distant it made you feel, you always welcomed the fire demon into your arms and into your heart whenever he made his presence known. Life was too short to waste time worrying about a future that might never come. Not when you already had everything you wanted in your arms.

Despite having made it all the way back home, you were pleasantly surprised when his affections didn’t stop then.

He still needed to see you. Still needed you in his arms. Still needed your lips and hips pressed against his. There was no one else but him. There was no one else but you. It was a bit hard to define the limits, but Hiei seemed to understand what you were. You were his. And he was yours. And that was enough for a demon from another world to understand.

Moments alone were easier to come by after the tournament. Hiei would seek you out whenever he felt like it, and the others were occupied with going back into the daily routines they held before. So when the team was called back together for another mission, you two were a bit out of practice in the sneaking around department.

The gang had been around each other almost every second during the last few days.

No alone time. No stolen kisses or quick pecks, not while the others were present and within sight. And every moment that Hiei had to go without your touch was another moment of growing agitation.

Kuwabara finally dozes off laying on the living room floor. The lights are dim in his family room, everyone had been strategizing hard for the next mission. Yusuke stretches his legs in front of him from where he leans against the couch, getting lost staring at the screen of his phone. Kurama stands stiffly before excusing himself for a light walk around the neighborhood.

You lock eyes with Hiei.

He gets up and disappears further into the house. You wait a few minutes. Eyes darting between the two boys in the room. Both tired and both not paying any attention. You finally stand and follow Hiei into an empty bedroom.

The room is dark, and the door closes behind you before your eyes even adjust to the darkness and register his presence.

It's his hand at your waist you recognize before finally meeting his crimson gaze. Your hand naturally drifts up to his cheek, cupping his face the way you've done dozens of times before.

He doesn't say anything. Doesn't need to. Not when his body already fills the silence. I need you. I miss you. I need you closer. I need your touch...

When his lips finally press against yours, his kiss is heated and desperate and heavy with wanting. Wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring your familiar taste and claiming you the way he had been dying to for so many days in a row.

Click.

The doorknob clicks open and the door bumps into the wall as it swings open. "Oh my god."

Hiei had instinctively gripped you tighter at the sound, pulling you close with one arm as his other hand gripped the handle of his sword.

A move which he instantly regretted, given the sight.

"Oh my god!" Yusuke points with a devilish grin, laughing at the unexpected discovery, "Are you two dating?! Hiei, you dog!"

Hiei grimaces at the detective's discovery. His grip on you only slightly loosening as he turns to threaten Yusuke. "Shut up you idiot."

"Oh my god, how did we not notice?! How long has this been going on for?!"

The discovery is entertaining enough for Yusuke to go on and on, only for Kuwabara to wake up and barge in and the entire secret is exposed. On the one hand, it's a bit of relief that you two won't have to sneak around the gang anymore. On the other, it's a relentless barrage of jokes and euphemisms while the two dummies come to terms with the discovery. At least Hiei won't be as agitated during the team meetings anymore, if he somehow manages not to kill one of them before the night's over.

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[robogart]

Little Yusuke and Hiei piece back from last March! And a little drabble under the cut too :3c 💕

Yusuke’s calloused thumb rubbed away the blood from his cheek, another precious token of their latest spar.

The gentleness of the gesture made Hiei dizzy and he couldn’t help but stare at the closeness of Yusuke’s face, stitching in his wide grin, hair disheveled and damp with sweat. Laughter cackled out of him like thunder, spilling into the short distance between them as Hiei felt Yusuke’s fingers start to tangle into his hair. It made his chest heave and his breath suddenly became impossible to find. The feeling was…odd. Disturbing was what he first called it. Frustrating following soon after. But now it was…?

Hiei felt Yusuke’s fingers gently hold onto his other arm. The subtle dig of his index made the demon feel like he was losing grip. Yusuke was talking to him? Still half-laughing. What was he saying?

Hiei couldn’t parse any of the words, his brain too full of memorizing the Detective’s face and the steady awareness that his ears felt like they were burning from the thumb against them. His grip on Yusuke’s shirt tightened and his head felt heavy, slowly stooping forward. Hiei tried to gather some modicum of thought as another inch shrank between their noses, but any chance was cast away the moment Yusuke’s face rose to meet his.

[crusty-chronicles]

Stubborn

Synopsis: In which our two favorite demons tend to and scold Reader for being careless during a fight. Separate drabbles btw

Kurama 🦊🦊🦊

The first thought that crosses his mind is one of anger. How dare that feeble demon even think to put it's hands on you. The next is that there's blood. So much blood seeping from the wound on your side. The decision of what to do is made without hesitation. He wasted no time rushing to your side. Lifting up your shirt slightly to heal the wound.

The others would take care of the fleeing demon. For now, his top priority was you. Making sure you'd be okay. But apparently that wasn't how you saw it. Pushing his hands away with the little strength you had.

“I'm fine. Don't worry about me. You should go after that thing with the others,” you tried to sway.

As if your life wasn't more important.

Like he didn't cherish you more than anything.

His gaze hardened, maneuvering you on your back to get a proper look at your wound. Summoning his spirit energy in his palm and pressing it firmly against your side.

“You'd think of me so callous as to abandon my injured lover?” He questioned.

His accusation temporarily shocking you.

“No but-” ‘you shouldn't be wasting your time with me.’ you wanted to say. But you were cut off before you could finish.

“Then there's nothing more to discuss. When I'm finished, we'll go right back home. Yusuke and Kuwabara are more than capable of handling this by themselves.”

You once again shifted around, trying to get him to stop. The case came first. It should've come first. Not you. You were hurt, but wouldn't die from it. It was pointless wasting energy on something you could manage with on your own. Kurama shouldn't be focusing on you when there was still an important mission at hand.

He gave you a glare and that was all it took to have you stilling.

“Why must you insist on being difficult? Don't you know that I'll choose you every time? I'll always choose you over any fight, any mission, any person. No matter what, it's always you, so sit still and let me heal you.”

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Hiei ⚔️⚔️⚔️

Impulsive, impulsive, impulsive.

He sees red the second your body hits the floor and you struggle to get up. A dark crimson trailing down your forehead.

Damn whoever hurt you, and damn anybody who dared get in his way.

He quickly slays the one responsible for your injury. Not even giving them enough time to process what's happening before it's over. When that's taken care of, he makes his way over to you. Shooing the group of your friends away so he can inspect your injuries himself. Despite the protests from a certain troublesome reaper.

“Let me see.” It's more of an order than a request.

But instead of complying, you turn your head and try to stand. Trying your best not to make a big deal out of nothing. Only for Hiei to shove you back down.

“I'm okay. It's just a scratch.” You brushed off, but he wasn't convinced in the slightest. Moving to wipe off the blood from your forehead.

You grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“Don't. It doesn't hurt, so leave it. And anyways, you shouldn't have killed that guy. He needed to be brought in for questioning.”

Your words only further irritating the three eyed demon.

It seems you didn't quite understand the importance you held in his life.

He would have slayed thousands for even looking at you wrong. And here you were defending some cretin who'd committed an offense that was deserving of a fate worse than death. Sometimes he hated that human heart of yours.

“Shut up. You don't get to run your mouth after being so foolish.” He scolded. Moving to heal your injury with his spirit energy. He didn't do it often, but you were always a special case. You were special.

Yet you continued to try and avoid his help.

“I'm fine!”

“Argue any further and I'll put you to sleep myself. You think I care about some low life over you? You must have a concussion if you believe that.”

Then his next words were softer. For your ears only.

“Your life takes priority over anyone and everything, got that? You're mine, and any creature that dares lay a finger on you will have to deal with that consequence.”

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[the-masked-ram]

Guys Like Him- Hiei x Reader

CW: None really A/N: might expand on this idea one day ---

The first time you met Hiei it was a shock. The intensity behind his dark cherry-colored eyes nearly stabbed through you. It made you feel flimsy and fragile, like he would shatter you from a look alone. Originally it unnerved you. It caused your defenses to rise. Until the sunset over the next week and you were pierced by those eyes again for a different reason.

His sword in hand, he stared at you. His form was soaked with a light sheen of sweat as orange, pink, and red hues bounced off the drops rolling down his skin. He exhaled, releasing the tension store in his muscles as he sheathed his sword.

“What do you want, woman?” he asked, wiping the back of his hand against his cheek.

You swallowed the burgeoning anxiety he always brought out of you, set your jaw, and squinted at him, “I was just taking a walk.”

He huffed a laugh, “You’re weak. Being this close to the forest won’t be good for a human like you.”

You stiffened, he was right, but did he have to be such a jerk about it? You took a step forward, tilting your chin up in defiance. Those garnet eyes of his shimmered with something akin to surprise.

“Then teach me how to be strong,” you demanded.

He raised a single brow as his attention raked across your body. It nearly burned to feel his gaze on you so insistently.

“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t waste my time.”

He didn’t even give you a chance to argue before he flashed out of sight. You were left alone to grumble under your breath as you made your way back to the temple, however, there was the distinct sensation of something or someone following you all the way there.

[yoakkemae]

companion piece to this. @bonescribes :D

the shortstack ( and why the hell were the two of them together ? he's jealous of kurama , who got to go with the beautiful yukina ) and him were having one of their usual arguments when the shortie just stops. it's so sudden and unlike him that kazuma pauses too , eyebrows furrowing as he takes in how instantly pale hiei had become , how he started shaking. he'd never seen hiei like this , not even when urameshi was --

hiei is a black blur of motion , and kazuma curses as he starts to chase after him , but to his surprise , the brat doesn't go far. he stops in the edges of the trees , bends over , and vomits. even after he expunges vomit from his body , he remains doubled over and breathing hard. disgust wars with worry , and he can help but yell , scared but trying to hide it , ' what the hell ?! were you hit with something ?! '

he can see hiei close his eyes , and kazuma recognises it. hiei is focusing with his creepy eye thing , trying to sense something in the distance. now , hiei's not known for many words , but his current silence is unnerving coupled by the way he's still shaking , by the way he's still pale. it's almost frightening , how childish he looks , arms wrapped around his middle like he's trying to give himself a hug. he knows that hiei is decades older than him , but kazuma can't help but see a child , lost and scared.

he can tell something has gone wrong. majorly wrong. there's grief filling inside of him , same as it did when urameshi died. kazuma wants to know. he doesn't want to know.

he lives in ignorance for a few minutes more , as hiei continues to shake with his eyes closed. the smell of vomit is unbearable , but neither of them move away. finally , hiei opens his eyes and looks kazuma dead in his eyes.

' yukina is dead. kurama still lives , ' hiei says with no emotion coating his words. there's no need for it , when the anguish is clear on his face. hiei's hand reaches to cover his mouth , as if to wish that the words never came from his lips.

kazuma sways and has to stop himself from completely collapsing. it can't be true , but he knows that hiei would never lie about something like this. despite his own grief , despite his own horror , there's a part of him that can't look away from hiei , whose expression is slowly collapsing as tears gather in his eyes.

' my sister is dead. ' words muffled by the hand still over his mouth , and yet kazuma could hear them like hiei shouted the words. before kazuma could even begin to understand what the hell hiei meant , before he could demand answers , kazuma is stopped short by the hiruseki jewels falling down hiei's face.

[lexsssu]

Biting/Marking (Hiei)

TAGS: Hiei/F!reader, smut, drabble Ao3 ver

Demons are territorial and possessive creatures.

They cannot and will not tolerate others sniffing around their mates and whatever else they deem as theirs. Additionally, even if no one was currently challenging them, the more powerful demons tend to have a penchant for reminding everyone of their claim even in subtle ways.

“Those filthy worms should really know their place. Thinking they could loiter around you like disgusting flies…” A growl rumbles from Hiei’s chest, crimson orbs narrowing in unconcealed displeasure. 

Though he would never outright admit it, the imiko is a VERY possessive man and the last thing he wanted was for insignificant rabble near his precious mate even if they didn’t have any ulterior motives. 

That is why the moment he has you alone to himself, the fire apparition is quick to crush his lips to yours in a hungry kiss filled with teeth and tongue. Those same lips would travel downwards to leave angry reddish and purple bruises from your neck and even further down after he’d successfully stolen your breath away.

Hiei is a private man, but even he couldn’t deny the elation he feels as your body proudly showcased the mess of love bites and bruises he left across your soft skin, like a masterpiece upon a clean canvas. Pearlescent cum dripped from your stuffed pussy even as his half-hard cock plugged you up still, yet another testament to his uncontested claim upon you.

Despite how battered your body looked as Hiei spooned you from behind, the serene expression upon your slumbering face and your firm grip on his muscled arm told him everything he needed to know about your feelings towards his rather odd love language. 

[churroisconfused]

Read it 😾

Hiei x Mari fanfic💕

“Back Home” <3

Grown! MariXHiei 

Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho 

Ship: Hiei X Mari (oc) (F/M)

   How to read—> (M)= Mari is speaking (H)= Hiei is speaking 

  ( C )= Chie is speaking 

Setting: Demon World-Hiei & Mari’s home 

Arc: Years after Kings Arc, 5-10 years after the series ends. (Mari and Hiei would be in their mid to late twenties.)

Summary/Description :After being away from home for several weeks, Mari returns to Hiei. She tells him about a witch she met along the way, and brings a special gift for him!

FEEDBACK/THOUGHTS/COMMENTS ARE ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED !!!!!!!! :D 

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[kazimakuwabara]

In From The Cold

Summary: Hiei is sulking outside in the cold. Kuwabara wishes he'd do it outside someone else's house. (hiei x Kuwabara, about 1k, this is the drabbled version of a longer idea I have. Maybe will do a big story later)

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“Would you come inside like a normal sane person!?” Kuwabara snapped, wrapped up in a knitted blanket as the snow raged outside.

Hiei, huddled on Kuwabara’s balcony, almost up to his neck in quickly falling snow, growled from beneath his scarf, “I’m fine.”

“I don’t give a shit what you say you are! I didn't ask if you were fine! Insane people think they're all well and dandy! Just get inside! Quick, before my balls freeze to the side of my legs!” Kuwabara snapped, stomping his food on the carpet, his siding door open to the elements as he berated his short demonic friend.

Hiei shrunk into his shoulders, his red eyes glaring at Kuwabara from the darkness like two pinpricks.

Kuwabara growled, “If I have to step barefoot in the snow to come drag your ass inside, I’m gonna be real fucking pissed.”

“So get your slippers,” Hiei retorted with a sneer.

Kuwabara pursed his lips tight, a vein throbbing in his temple, and wrapped his blanket around himself tighter. Making sure his hand-me-down blanket from his grandmother wasn’t dragging to the ground, Kuwabara stomped outside, sinking his foot into a pile of snow that went up to his ankle. He grit his teeth against the cold, while Hiei narrowed his eyes at him, shrinking into his shoulders.

Kuwabara took another step, sinking his other foot into the bitter cold, and took two steps towards Hiei, before he found himself, slung over Hiei’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“What the fu-”

“You stupid, fucking human!”

“Don’t you think just cuz you’re almost Urameshi’s height now, you can pick me up, you tiny bastard! I grew too!”

“Can’t you leave well enough alone!?”

“I hate it when he does it, and I ain’t gonna stand for it when you do it!”

“I am fine to sit outside, but you, you stupid-”

“If you wanna sit outside in the snow, do it at someone else’s house! Somewhere, where I can’t see!”

“-buffoon! Stupid...idiot... always has to get so fucking… worried! What are you? My mother?!”

“Oh shut up!”

The fighting ended when Hiei pushed Kuwabara into his own bathroom, and forced him to sit on the toilet. Muttering, and growling, Hiei sat down on the edge of Kuwabara’s tub, and picked up one of Kuwabara’s freezing feet. He took the cold foot in his hands, and almost instantly Kuwabara felt his foot dry and become warm.

Still muttering his curses, Hiei snatched up Kuwabara’s other foot and started to warm that one as well.

With a suspicious look, Kuwabara reached over, and touched Hiei’s cheek. He nodded when he found Hiei’s cheek to be dry and undampened from the snow. His fingers glided down to his clothes and found the same results.

“I told you, I was fine,” Hiei muttered in a low growl, his hands still holding Kuwabara’s foot, and massaging his warmth into it, though by now Kuwabara no longer needed it. He wasn’t going to stop Hiei from giving him a free foot massage, so Kuwabara said nothing about it. Instead, Kuwabara snarked, “Bullshit. You stay sulking on my balcony when something is wrong. So… what’s wrong Hiei?”

Hiei’s expression tensed, and he massaged the sole of Kuwabara’s foot firmly, Kuwabara wincing as his thumb dug into the center of his foot.

“Kurama and Yukina were kissing,” Hiei snapped.

Kuwabara nestled into his knitted blanket and was quiet for a minute. He looked at Hiei’s grumpy expression, the demon staring at Kuwabara’s foot as he massaged it. Hiei’s hands traveled up to his ankle, and he gripped him as he pressed Kuwabara’s toes, pushing his foot back to give the appendage a good stretch.

“Your sister is gonna date,” Kuwabara eventually said, once his foot was in a safer position. “Is it so bad that it’s your best friend? Are you mad, that it’s Kurama?”

Hiei made a face, and glared up at Kuwabara, “...You’re taking it well.”

Kuwabara felt a raw bubble of anger bubble inside him, but he let it go when he carefully reminded Hiei, “Your sister rejected me more than a year ago. Don’t try to prick out old wounds that I’ve already closed just because you’re upset.”

Hiei’s hands drifted up Kuwabara’s calf, massaging the tight muscle as he slid Kuwabara’s pajama’s pant leg up. Hiei’s mouth twitched, and then his placid face fell into a grim expression, that shifted into guilt. Eventually, he muttered, “Sorry. That… that’s not what I’m trying to do.”

“When people lash out, they don't think about who is gonna get hit! ...Eh, whatever. You’re feeling prickly because it's hard to see your sister being romantic. As a brother, I get you!” Kuwabara sighed, yanking his foot away to put his other neglected foot in Hiei’s hands. Hiei glared at it but then started to massage it as well, his hands once again creeping up Kuwabara’s calf.

“But don’t sit outside and sulk… you can come inside, and be warm. You can bitch to me about it, and I’ll comfort you,” Kuwabara promised, watching as Hiei kept focussing on massaging Kuwabara’s foot, his tanned hands skimming over Kuwabara’s pale skin.

“I’m fine outside. The weather is inconsequential to me!” Hiei huffed. His eyes darted up to Kuwabara, and with a moody puff he muttered, “You’ll comfort me, huh?”

Kuwabara took a breath and nuzzled into his blanket. He looked into Hiei’s eyes over his knitted blanket, and as calmly as he could, with his tone shifted towards a warmer direction, he affirmed, “Yeah… yeah, I’ll comfort you.”

Hiei caught the change in Kuwabara’s tone, and stopped rubbing Kuwabara’s leg and foot, to stare up at him. Kuwabara regarded him carefully, waiting to see what Hiei would do next.

Hiei released Kuwabara’s foot, and got quickly to his feet. Kuwabara expected him to bolt, but Hiei was suddenly pressing against him, pulling open Kuwabara’s blanket to try and press himself into the taller man’s lap. Kuwabara had wrapped himself too good, so instead, he pulled Hiei to him, and brought him onto his lap, the blanket tangled between them.

Hiei didn’t seem to like that it was keeping the press of their bodies apart, but Kuwabara held Hiei and waited for the shorter demon to look at him.

Growling with his impatience and frustration, Hiei pressed into Kuwabara’s mouth, his skin and tongue hot against Kuwabara’s face. Kuwabara felt his skin flush and sweat immediately as Hiei kissed him at a demanding pace, swallowing around Kuwabara’s tongue, and shifting against Kuwabara’s body in a  way that got to Kuwabara even with a blanket between them. The heat was almost unbearable, but Hiei's temperature was climbing as he kissed Kuwabara's mouth, as if he was trying to make Kuwabara's melt.

Hiei’s hot hands touched the back of Kuwabara’s neck, hot enough to sting, and Kuwabara gasped and hissed with only a little pain. Hiei took advantage of that situation and pressed scorching lips to Kuwabara’s neck, Kuwabara’s flesh burning with heat as Hiei pressed into his pulse.

“It’s… it’s too hot,” Kuwabara panted, moaning as each kiss that followed along his pulse line, scorched him just a little too warmly. Hiei kissed his complaining mouth, and Kuwabara welcomed him in, growling around Hiei's eager onslaught. As the temperature around them just got hotter, it seemed Hiei was paying him back for not removing the blanket when he had a chance. With a frustrated grunt, Kuwabara squirmed and tried to push the blanket off, but Hiei did not make it easy for him.

He kept Kuwabara pressed against him, the blanket thick and bunched between them. His hand, hot but gentle cupped Kuwabara's face, and cradled the back of his neck, tilting Kuwabara more so Hiei could continue to press his need and lust into Kuwabara's mouth.

Kuwabara broke away, groaning as he the heat made his skin tingle, “No, it’s so hot! I give up! Please... let me pull the damned blanket off!”

Hiei chuckled, and kissed Kuwabara’s throat and Kuwabara swore, but Hiei did not press hard against Kuwabara. With a bit of maneuvering, Kuwabara at last shoved the blanket off, and breathed a sigh of relief as the temperature went down the slightest.

“Fucker,” Kuwabara hissed as Hiei rearranged himself into Kuwabara’s lap once the blanket was gone, pressing his body flush against his. 

“You’ll comfort me?” Hiei purred as Kuwabara wrapped his arms around him.

Kuwabara huffed, shivering as Hiei breathed a hot breath between them.

“This is like making out with a dragon, I’m sure!” Kuwabara huffed annoyed and pleased all at once. He sighed and pressed his nose against Hiei’s nose. “Yeah, Hiei… I’ll comfort you. So don’t stay outside anymore. Just… come on in.”

Hiei grinned at Kuwabara, and Kuwabara felt his skin turn red, the heat between them now a mix of his and Hiei’s warmth. Hiei cradled the back of Kuwabara’s head, “Good… good. Then comfort me again.”

“Can we get off the toilet first?” Kuwabara joked.

But Hiei kissed him again, his answer being a clear no.

[glowingbadger]

Yu Yu Hakusho Masterlist

Kurama:

Dirty talk drabbles - human and Youko

Kinks & turn-ons

Oral while on the phone

Helping you study

Sex pollen 

Reader caught masturbating 

Cockwarming 

Claiming 

He gets overstimmed

Youko Kurama:

In heat 

Hiei:

Hate sex 

In Heat

Yomi:

Marking/hickies 

Degradation 

Multi:

What they love to see you wearing - main 4

[immolatiism]

OBSERVE

send "OBSERVE" for a mini-drabble about your muse - accepting

So there were even people like this who lived in the human world then?

Admittedly, it had been jarring, meeting Fox for the first time. Jobs in the human world were always tedious, annoying, and really none of his damn business, though he never quite managed to avoid them altogether.

Fox had been far more effective, and efficient, than Hiei had expected, and at the time that was all that mattered. The job got done, and he got to go home. But that wasn't really all that surprising.

No, what Hiei had found himself unnerved by, thinking back on it later, was the dichotomy of the man. It had bothered him enough, in fact, that he had come back to the human realm and settled himself down in a tree to watch the masked man go about his day.

There was nothing that stood out to him immediately. Fox seemed to be a solitary creature, like himself. Meticulous. Cautious. Guarded. It wasn't until he sought out the company of others that Hiei felt that strange unnerving feeling again, and as he watched the masked man interact with the humans around him, Hiei was suddenly grateful for the distance that the Jagan afforded him.

Because it was clear now, what was wrong with this creature. This monster who played at being human.

Unlike Kurama, who seemed to have integrated the two parts of himself into one cohesive being, this man had done the opposite. He had ripped himself apart to present the pieces as a whole. A facade. After all, what else was a mask but a pre-approved suggestion? An assumption, freely offered?

No, this man was not dangerous simply because of his skill and the deadly, vicious aura that came with it. It was the unspeakable cruelty of the division of the self that made Fox such a formidable opponent. Any man who could so easily cut away such pieces of himself would have no issue doing the same to others. Because what meaning could life really have, if you are not living one in the first place?

[cosmic-canons]

Same Voice Actor verses: Chuck Huber

// will try to do a (week long) poll every Sunday (my time), the catch with the characters chosen, is that I need to know them (or the series) well enough!

whoever wins gets to imprison/kill that POS Shou Tucker (Fullmetal Alchemist)

// and depending on my confidence, this might turn into a (RP fight) drabble, or even a what if battle scenario for my fan game!

Other characters considered: - Garlic Junior & Pilaf (DBZ) - Hiei (YYH)

[sadisticyouko]

cant stop thinking about making out on the couch with hiei eventually turning into getting fingered by him. sloppy kisses and heavy groping, he squeezes your ass cheeks in that full on heavy grip way that spreads your cheeks apart. a hand slips under your shirt to squeeze your breast while your tongues dance in each others mouths.

and then you feel it, his thumb rubbing your clothed pussy. you grind into the sensation before he has the decency to rip your leggings off. you break the kiss long enough to get undressed, to look down at your naked empty cunt before his lips come crashing back to yours with a wicked smirk. his finger grazes the little slit your pussy makes, exploring the little bump that is your clit before deciding you’re wet enough to plunge a finger in.

you draw in a ragged breath.

“fuuuuckk….” his voice is low and thick. “this little pussy’s so tight, squeezing my finger like this.” you’re moaning some garbled combination that’s his name and oh god while he pumps that finger in and out of you. “gonna need you to take two before I fuck my cock in…”

©️sadisticyouko | please do not plagiarize, repost, or redistribute in any way without permission.

[captainheartcollector]

Hello everyone! I rarely write, but after rewatching Yu Yu Hakusho recently, I made a little Hiei x reader scenario. I apologize if he’s too OOC; I’m not very good at character writing—or anything that follows a storyline really. So please don’t judge me too harshly! Also, just so you’re aware, it’s written in first person. Please feel free to imagine your own context! I hope I’ve kept it gender neutral enough and that nothing is too imposing. If it sucks, I’m sorry to disappoint. But if you like it, then I’m glad I could provide you with some entertainment! Thanks for reading!

Hiei x Reader Start!

“I don’t need any of your stupid human sentimentality.”

“I know you don’t…I just—” I just what? “I care about you…”

“You waste your energy; save your emotions for someone who desires them.”

How do I respond to something like that? “Please, Hiei…”

“Stop embarrassing yourself.”

“I’m sorry…” Even during your rebuff, all I want to do is wrap my arms around you, lay my head against your back. It’s obvious you want nothing to do with me. So why is it that I still want you? Why do I still want to comfort you? Is that just my nature? I know you’re simply being honest, but your honesty hurts. I hold back the tears. I didn’t want you to see just how fragile I truly am.

“Don’t be.”

Your words were a little less harsh this time, but you still didn’t turn to face me. Besides, I’m sure they weren’t said with any ounce of understanding but rather admonishment. What more could I do other than clasp my hands together and stare awkwardly at my feet? “I know I’m just a weak, pathetic human in your eyes,” your beautiful, shimmering crimson eyes, “but I can’t help the way I am… Though I guess you can’t help the way you are, either. But I would never want to change you, Hiei. That wouldn’t be fair to you.” Not that anyone was capable of changing you in the first place. Not that anyone should even try.

You said nothing. The only sound was the wind blowing through the trees.

“Well, maybe you don’t need stupid human sentimentality,” I almost agreed that it was indeed stupid, at least in most cases, “but I guess I still do at times…” Did anything I say even matter? I swallowed the heavy lump in my throat. “So…could I at least…give you…a hug? Just one? If not for you, then for me?”

As much as I wanted to reach out to you, to let you know that someone was there for you, whose pain was my pain—then again, maybe your ordeals have never pained you. I suppose it was rather presumptuous of me to assume. As much as I still wanted to shower you with adoration, I knew it was borne of my own selfish desires, too.

At last you swung around to face me. Your expression was stoic as usual, not revealing much. Regardless, I couldn’t help but notice how your eyes glinted in the moonlight. You stared at me for a moment, contemplative.

Finally, you let out a sharp, exasperated sigh as you half-turned, now gazing off into the distance. I awaited your response patiently and impatiently, fully prepared for more rejection. Somehow, I felt both hopeful and hopeless.

“If I say yes…” you paused, glaring at me again with hands buried into the pockets of your cloak. Your voice was low and full of quiet indignation, “will you stop bothering me?”

I grinned meekly. “At least for tonight.”

“Tch… Fine,” you grumbled. “Make it quick.”

I didn’t attempt to contain my smile. I pranced up to you. You wouldn’t look at me, but I could see the annoyance plastered all over your face. I didn’t mind it, though. If anything, I felt special. Despite your blatant contempt for any and all forms of affection, you graciously allowed me this once in a lifetime experience. I don’t know what I might have done to earn such unprecedented generosity, but I gladly accepted it, appreciated it.

Cautiously, I threaded my arms beneath yours, linking my wrists together behind your back. I didn’t squeeze too hard. Slowly, I brought my head to rest against your chest. You were so warm. I didn’t want to let go.

You didn’t reciprocate. That was okay. I didn’t expect you to. “Thank you, Hiei,” I managed softly.

“Foolish human.”

I know.

You granted me a few more seconds before a stern “That’s enough.”

Surprisingly, you didn’t push me away. And though I was reluctant, I respected your boundaries and released you.

“Hn… Not a word of this to anyone.”

“Of course.” To be honest, my heart was still full of melancholy. For I knew you would likely never requite my feelings, if you were even capable of doing so. But I guess that was okay, too. Because no matter what might happen, I’d still be there for you. After all, you awarded me this moment. Why, I’d probably never know. But for now, it was enough.

I spun on my heel. “Want to go now?”

Again, you said nothing and began to walk away. You maintained a steady pace that suggested I was permitted to follow. Another small smile crept across my face as I trailed after you like an obedient puppy, resisting the urge to hold your hand.

We continued like that for a while: enjoying the night air together as we leisurely made our way back to Genkai’s estate in a comfortable silence.

[crusty-chronicles]

I have no idea if this is how u want me requesting but I'm gonna haunt u like a ghost now in ur asks (said with love ❤️) I noticed that u do yu yu hakusho requests which i'm like 🥰 anyways, Kurama and Hiei (already friends) reacting to reader suddenly approaching them and acting like they're their bf bc some guy was trying to hit on em? U can choose if how u wanna write it (headcannon or drabble ❤️)

An: Brief Warnings: Harassment/ unwanted advancements

Kurama 🦊🦊🦊

He didn't have to look to know it was the sound of your footsteps behind him. Your familiar footfalls followed by someone else's. 

“Hey, Shuichi! There you are!” You called out.

His human name. It'd made sense considering the both of you had just been let out of school. And as he turned around to address you, he noticed one of your classmates trailing you. 

He could hear the frantic heartbeat in your chest as you got closer. Your entire demeanor uncomfortable. Then there was the way your classmates seemed to eye you with an unsettling intensity. 

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

“You said you were gonna walk me home, remember?”

He never promised you such a thing. But the pleading look in your eyes was enough for him to go along with it. As long as you explained things later.

“Shall we get going then?” He extended his hand towards you to take.

Instead, you'd rushed to his side. Clinging onto his arm for dear life while your classmate seemed to glare. Kurama could feel you shake against him. Fear mingling in with your scent. Then you did something that shocked him.

You'd placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you for being such a great boyfriend.” Putting emphasis on ‘boyfriend.’

But before he could process it, your classmate had snapped.

“Boyfriend??? But Shuichi’s never been interested in anyone before! What do mean he's your boyfriend?!?”

He silenced them with one look. Green eyes flashing an eerie golden in warning.

“I don't recall my personal life being anyone else's business. Now if you'll excuse us.” Kurama shut down, already leading you away.

He made sure you were far enough away before questioning you. Though he had a good feeling about what it was.

“What was that all about?”

So you told him about how your classmate started flirting with you. How, even though you told them you weren't interested, was still adamant about you giving them a chance. Becoming touchy in the process. Before things could escalate any further, you'd spotted Kurama. Coming up with the first excuse you thought of to get your classmate away from you. 

Which just so happened to be saying you were already taken.

He wasn't upset with you for using him as a scapegoat. But he did make you promise to walk with him from now on going to school. A protective measure in case your classmate tried to make another move.

And even though he was furious with them for what they did, he wouldn't hurt them. No, he wouldn't stoop that low. But scaring them with a few vines and roots, that he could do.

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Hiei ⚔️⚔️⚔️

The situation you were in at the moment wasn't a favorable one. For starters, you were a human on an island surrounded by demons. Only being here to cheer on your friends fight. Then there was the fact that you had gotten separated from Botan and the rest of the girls. And now, a demon was currently salivating over you.

“Haven't you heard? We demons take what we want.” After trying to flirt with you for the past thirty minutes, it had resorted to threatening you.

Saying since you clearly didn't have a ‘mate’, you were fair game. It made you sick. Looking for any way out for your safety. Then you saw it. A flash of black hair with a spot of white.

“Hiei!” You called out.

He paused his movements and turned around. Surprised to see you separated from the rest. Then his surprise turned into annoyance. Of course you'd managed to get separated, you always were careless.

He'd barely registered the demon looming over you until you spoke.

“We're mates, right?” You asked.

His first response was to quickly shoot that idea down. A ‘hell no’ on the tip of his tongue. But there was a primal fear in your eyes when he looked closer. And that was when he noticed the other demon. Its hand wrapped tightly around your arm to the point of bruising.

Knowing you'd never ask him something like that unless you had a good reason. This, would be a very good reason considering you weren't a fighter able to take care of yourself.

“It would appear so.”

The demon quickly let go of you and scampered away with a glare. But not before Hiei could commit its face to memory just in case.

He startled at the feeling of your arms wrapping around him. Your body trembling along with your voice.

“Thank you.” you whispered.

He gave a hum before lightly pushing you away.

“If that oaf gets near you again, let me know and I'll handle him personally.” Because while Hiei could've ended it's life right then and there, he didn't want to panic you further.

But that didn't mean he'd let that demon go a second time if he ever came across it again.

[the-masked-ram]

CW: mild angst mostly comfort fluff

A/N: writing this on my phone so have to put title in the stupid post...

Digging His Grave- hiei x reader

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Hiei didn't think it was possible to feel so vulnerable. To feel like maybe he will die without the threat of fist in his face or a sword at his throat. But you always surprise him.

You take from him, pieces he never agreed to give, and you never return them. Instead, they stay in your soft, human hands, and soon enough, he feels like he's crumbling. Like those fingers of yours are digging his grave right before his eyes. Like with just the right brush of your skin against his, he will fall backward into the hole waiting to swallow him up.

He is an arrogant man, and could give any demon's ego a run for the money. But with you standing in front of him, holding those pieces of his soul, of his heart, he is certain he is humbled. A weak, pathetic mortal is the one who will be his undoing. Because he knows when he loses you, and he is certain he will one day, he will eagerly chase his own death for the first time in his life.

His arms find your waist in the dark of the night and allows himself to relax, surrounded by your familiar scent. For now, despite how tenuous your life is, he will let himself love you in the only way he knows how.

[alula-fujotings]

Dear Riza, I come to you to humbly request Hiei admiring Kurama and just feeling absolutely unworthy. (This is not Gabi ask for more body worships stuff…nope not at all)

Thank you anon for giving me the push to finally put some ideas I've had for these two together🙈! Hopefully I've done your request justice🥺❤️‍🔥

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It was a long road to recovery for the both of them, but Kurama especially.

When they’d finally gotten to a demon medic, he’d passed out again and Hiei and the baby brat had to carry his weight up three flights of stairs to his sickbed.

“He’s a lot heavier than he looks,” Koenma had wheezed, the pacifier somehow managing to stay in his mouth as he gasped through it for breath.

“If you’re going to complain, then just leave it to me.” Hiei had shouldered more of Kurama’s weight, noting that as a human he still wasn’t as heavy as he could be.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself Hiei,” Koenma snapped, though Hiei felt him give over more of Kurama’s weight to where he was only holding a limp arm. “But, since you’re offering to take care of this, I’ll leave you to it.”

Hiei considered complaining, but they were already at the room number they’d been given to by a harried nurse earlier and he was tired of looking at that stupid pacifier. “I hope to be compensated for this.”

Koenma let out a laugh in response before walking back down the stairs and Hiei had to resist the urge to drop Kurama and chase after the brat. But as he adjusted Kurama’s weight, something hot and wet soaked through the back and side of his barely intact shirt. Blood.

Hiei took a deep breath and shouldered on, all but dumping Kurama onto the hospital bed. Before he could try to adjust him, two nurses and a doctor rushed in, pushing him to the side.

“Another casualty from the games.”

“But why did they bring a human—”

“—ah I see, Cheri, can you bring me—”

Hiei tuned them out, leaning against the wall to be out of the way, but also because his lower back had begun to throb uncomfortably but he’d be double damned if he asked for a chair. Plus, if something goes wrong…

Hiei refused to follow that train of thought and decided to focus on other things, like the human that had blown all his expectations of what humans could be. For a human, Yusuke Urameshi wasn’t that bad. Even the loud one proved to show true grit every now and then. It had been the farthest thing he expected when he and Kurama were thrown together by the pacifier sucking baby as penance for their crimes against humanity. Hiei was determined to survive, and preferably be free, so there really was no choice; even if it meant momentarily serving the greedy baby grubber. But he’d eventually get his revenge; he had the time after all.

And though he hadn’t been prepared to become Kurama’s “partner” and being dispatched on missions together, it was better than working with that human. Over time though, he’d realized that the fox demon spirit he’d always had a quiet respect for was different. It was like being human was an illness, and Hiei refused to have any parts.

A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder and he jolted, hand at his dagger handing in his belt loop. He relaxed a fraction when he realized it was the doctor.

“We’ll check on him in a few hours. Alert us when he wakes.” The demon nodded at him before rushing out the door.

The nurses were slower to follow, hooking Kurama up to different monitoring machines and jotting more things down in their notebooks. Hiei was tempted to ask questions regarding recovery time and prognosis, but held himself back. He’d be leaving behind the nurses anyway, his job done in his eyes.

“Make sure to finish cleaning his wounds, or they might fester!” Before he could ask what the hell they were talking about, the nurses were gone and he was left with an unconscious Kurama, fresh towels, and a bowl of steaming soapy water. When did they bring this?

And then they were alone. Hiei let out a sigh, feeling his own muscles scream from holding him up, but that was nothing and apparently he had a job to do. If Kurama had awoken to a stranger, regardless of their gender, he would lash out and probably kill them before succumbing to re-opening his wounds. So, Hiei resigned himself to seeing over him, at least until Kurama awoke.

“I hope you know that you owe me for this one, fox,” he ground out, messily dumping the towel into the warm soapy water. “And if you or that fucking toddler speak of this to anyone, I’ll cut your throats.”

Hiei made quick work of the hospital gown, and under the fluorescent lighting, the bruised skin and cuts scabbing over were like personal affronts, ruining what would have otherwise been a perfect picture; a chest that was wider than it appeared under the school uniform Kurama was forced to wear as a human, and even in his passed out state, Hiei could see the definition that lead to a string of strong abdominal muscles. A good place to start as any.

Hiei wrung the towel out of excess water before getting to work washing Kurama’s chest, ignoring the comfort he took in feeling it rise and fall under his scrubbing. He moved to Kurama’s arms next, noting that though strong, they were somehow slender, with large hands with long fingers and perfectly trimmed fingernails. When he scrubbed between them, he flinched at their sudden lengthening before they retracted again.

“If you wake up right now, I swear I’ll kill you,” Hiei growled, drowning the towel in the soapy water bowl before wringing it out again.

Kurama’s legs were just as toned as his upper body, something unusual in male demons, and Hiei idly wondered if this too was a side effect of his human form. He started at the feet, freezing when a low moan came from Kurama’s throat and his toes twitched. When he braved looking at his face, Hiei breathed a sigh of relief finding that he was still asleep. Is he… ticklish? Filing the information away to use at a later time, Hiei moved up to his calf.

Kurama’s skin was cool to the touch, but quickly warmed under his ministrations. Though he could feel the muscles, pressing along the definition, Hiei couldn’t help cataloguing how thin Kurama’s skin felt, and in some places where he pressed into the skin, plum-colored circles the size of his fingertips blossomed. It was another reminder of how fragile humans were, and that reminder had him finishing the job aggressively and quickly.

But even so… Hiei couldn't help but think Kurama was beautiful, liking the color the shock of red hair added to his face. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, fox.”

Satisfied with his work, Hiei threw the towel into the now lukewarm water, determined to walk away as if he hadn’t spent the past few minutes doing something for someone else.

{Drabble request are open! Send your requests to my asks🤗}