#hiei fanfic

[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.

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

[justsomerandomfanfic]

On The Ice - Hiei X Female Reader

Title: On The Ice

Hiei X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Kurama, Kuwabara, Yusuke, Botan, Keiko, Reader's parents (Mentioned), Announcer, and Reader's coach (Mentioned)

WC: 3,549

Warnings: Mentions of 'mates' briefly, italics, Hiei being himself, ice skater Reader, professional ice skating, very brief mentions of scars, Reader wears leotard with skirt, an attempt at describing a skating routine, crying (not bad), teasing, banter, mini angst, and fluff

You were nervous. Your competition was tomorrow and not only were you nervous about competing, but also because you really wanted your boyfriend to come. 

Well, Hiei didn't really enjoy the term “boyfriend”, it was too human to him. On the very rare occasion that he did refer to you, if it wasn’t just your name, he would call you his “mate.” And everytime he did so, it always made your cheeks flush. For some reason the term “mate” seemed more permanent than “boyfriend” did. 

And it kind of was, from what Kurama had explained. Like birds, demons kept the same mate for life. The thought still made your heart race, that Hiei - aloof, cynical, and “I hate humans” Hiei - was your mate. He chose you. A human. You. You were his, and he was yours. And that fact always made you smile. 

So, why were you so nervous to ask your one-of-a-kind demon boyfriend-mate to come to your competition? Well, again, very simple really. Even though he was dating you - “courting” for him - he still hated most, if not all, human-related things. 

And you concluded that he just might say ‘no’ to going to your competition. It was a possibility. On top of that, you were competing in front of a lot of people, and, again, Hiei hated people. Like yourself, he disliked crowded places. More so humans in those crowded places for him. So, it was only natural for you to assume that Hiei would not want to go. He hadn’t ever come before, so…

You were an ice skater. You have skated since you were very little. Your parents actually ran an ice rink when you were a kid, up until you were a senior in high school. It was something you were born in, grew up in, and loved tremendously. As cliche as it sounded, it was your life. 

You skated at any time you could, when you weren't eating, sleeping, doing anything, you were at the rink. You practiced and practiced until your parents signed you up for competitions. And dare say, you were good. Really good. You won multiple times, earning medals and trophies that littered your shelf growing up. 

But this competition was different, you could just feel it in your bones. And you really wanted him to come see you and watch you skate along the ice. It might have been wishful or hopeful thinking but you wished and hoped that Hiei would be proud of you, maybe compliment you. But Hiei was Hiei. And over the years of knowing him, befriending him, loving him, you knew that was not entirely in his character to do so. And you didn't mind. No, not one bit. You loved Hiei so much. Him just being there, would make your whole week, maybe even month. Oh, who were you kidding? It’d make your whole year.

But, there was one other problem. You hadn't seen Hiei in about a week. Well, seven days, ten hours, fifteen minutes, and three seconds, but who was really counting? It was lonely without him around. It was so quiet. Well, it was almost always quiet, but more so. Yeah, Yusuke, Kurama, Kuwabara, Keiko, and mostly Botan would visit occasionally, but it was like there was this gaping hole when Hiei was away. He took your heart with him.

You didn't mind, he was doing his job. Protecting people by guarding the border. But you missed him. A lot. You just wanted to hold him, run your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair, and just be close to him. It scared you sometimes how much you loved him. 

The scar on your arm reminded you of that. You shouldn’t have tried to protect him from a demon’s claws when he could take care of himself. But that was a story for another day…

Turning the key into the lock, you opened your door before tossing the keys on the kitchen counter. Toeing off your shoes, you started humming a song that was on the radio, work was a bit rough so you had planned to take a shower before making something quick to eat and going to bed. 

“You're late.” 

You snapped your head up, eyes widening before your frown turned into a smile instantly. Hiei sat on your windowsill seat, staring out at the world, as he usually did. He didn't bother to turn his head to look at you. “You're home.” You quickly walked over, half of you overjoyed in seeing him, your heart racing and a feeling of giddiness filling you, the other half hoping your mind just wasn't playing games. 

Hiei finally looked at you as you sat down on the windowsill seat in front of him, his crimson eyes staring at you with disinterest, slight irritation - probably at how bit and bright your smile was - and a little something that you registered as deep affection throughout your relationship. 

After a moment, he ‘tch’ed, before staring back out at the window. He didn't say anything more, so you reached out, your hand laying on top of his. Yes, he was real, he was there. He didn't bother to turn his head.

You scooted a smidge closer, your smile softening at your stared at the side of his face, which was illuminated beautifully by the setting sun. Handsome, beautiful, gorgeous, pretty - you wished that you could tell him more, and you did, but his reply was always the same. A little ‘tch’. Nonetheless, you never missed the faint pink of his cheeks afterwards. 

“Stop staring, idiot.” Hiei muttered, irritated, as always. 

“I can't, it is simply impossible.” You muttered right back, almost dreamily as you tilted your head. “You are far too pretty.” He scoffed at your words, the ‘tch’ leaving his lips as his frown deepened. Called it. You glanced down at your hand on his, your thumb brushing along his knuckles, “How was patrol?” 

“Uneventful.” He answered, before his eyes finally landed on you once more, “You were late.” He repeated, making you nod slightly. You wondered how long he had been sitting there, waiting for you.

“Yeah, my boss wanted me to stay later for some extra paperwork. I'm sorry.” You muttered, raising your knees up to your chest, mimicking him. “I wasn't expecting you to be home. You're usually gone for… For much longer.” You spoke, your words trialing off slightly, unable to hide much of your sadness or disappointment. 

Again, he stared, for a bit longer before he answered, “It is foolish of you to assume that I wouldn't return.” 

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. His words were reassuring, even when he said them with such annoyance. You knew what he truly meant. He would always come back to you. 

“I'm very happy you're home, Hiei.” You looked back at your joined hands, “I was hoping to see you before tomorrow. I was- I was wanting to ask you something. A favor of sorts.” You dared to look up at him, only to see his usual expression with hints of curiosity swirling in his eyes.

“What is it?” He finally asked, and you grinned nervously. 

“Well, I was wondering if you would come to my competition tomorrow.” You managed to say, unable to look at him as you continued, “You know I skate, and I have a competition tomorrow afternoon at the center and I was hoping you'd be there…” You trailed off, the longer he stayed silent, the more nervous you became. “You don't have to cheer me on or anything. Just, you know, you being there would be amazing.” 

“Hn.” He hummed shortly, and you looked up, meeting his gaze once more.

“You don't have to go if you don't want to.” You began to panic, “I mean, I'll understand if you might be busy. Being a demon and all, demon-business, but I just thought I'd ask, uh…” Again, you trailed off, and Hiei stayed quiet, and you continued. “I'll, uh, make sure my booth is open for you if you do decide to come. There’s also the bleachers, but I doubt you’d want to be quashed beside our friends. No pressure.” You reluctantly slipped your hand from his, already missing his warmth as you stood, clearing your throat. "And I know I’ve already said this, but I’m happy you’re home, Hei." You said softly, giving him a smile, “It’s insane how quiet it is without you-” You turned to head to the kitchen, but before you could take a single step, a hand caught yours, stopping you in your tracks.  

You barely had time to process the motion before Hiei tugged you toward him. His free hand cupped the back of your neck, and his lips captured yours. It was quick - brief, even - but the passion behind it was undeniable. When he finally pulled away, you were left standing there, breathless, your heart pounding, threatening to leap from your chest. 

Hiei's gaze lingered on you for a moment, his expression unreadable, though a faint flush dusted his cheeks. He let go of your hand, his usual composure slipping back into place. Still dazed, a slow, radiant smile spread across your lips. “I missed you too.” You said, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his warm cheek before you quickly turned and walked back toward the kitchen, the warmth from the kiss still lingering on your lips as you tried to focus on dinner.  

Behind you, Hiei sat rooted in place, his gaze following you, a low, nearly imperceptible sigh leaving him before he turned to look back out the window.

~~~

The day of your competition was here. By morning, when you awoke, Hiei was gone. However, his space in bed was still warm from where he laid. You bit back the disappointment, and only hoped that he would come watch you skate. If he did come, it would be his first time seeing you skate, as said before. And the mere thought of that fact not only made you excited but also made you all the more nervous if you messed up on your routine. 

The day went on like any other, with the addition of getting ready for the competition. Before you knew it, you had fed yourself, got ready, dressed, and were ready to leave. The center where the competition was going to be held was a thirty minute or so drive away, so it wasn't too bad. But once you arrived, and greeted your manager, who was also your mother’s best friend, who also managed a couple of skaters that had been in the Olympics, you made your way to the changing rooms. 

Your outfit was perfect. 

The dress was a stunning dark red that faded smoothly into black, creating a dramatic ombré effect. One sleeve extended gracefully down one arm while the other was sheer, emphasizing the asymmetrical design. Sparkling rhinestones decorated the high neckline and chest, sparkling with every turn. The fitted bodice highlighted your body, and the skirt was adorned with a tapered fringe. 

It didn't surprise you that the moment you saw it, it reminded you of Hiei. The dark red of his eyes, and the black of his hair and usual attire. You really hoped he'd see you in it. 

Sitting in your booth with your manager, your leg shook from anticipation. You watched each dancer skate, waiting for your turn. You surveyed the stands, your nervous smile widening as you spotted your friends. They were all wearing matching shirts of your face, funnily enough. And once Botan noticed you, she smiled brightly, waving, and soon enough all of them were waving. You chuckled, waving right back. Happy to have them there to support you. However, you noticed Hiei was not with them. You would let that damper your performance though. Soon enough, it was going to be your turn. 

“Next up on the ice is Y/N L/N.” The announcer spoke as you skated out onto the ice, making a few circles as you took deep breaths and steadied yourself on the ice. 

“Wooo! Yeah! Go, Y/N!” Yusuke yelled out from the stands.

“Yeah, you can do it!” Botan cheered, as Keiko cheered beside her. 

Kuwabara yelled out his own cheer, cupping his hands around his mouth with Kurama clapping beside him. 

“L/N has won many awards over the years, and has been named the best skater of her year, three years in a row! So, let's see if she can win another award tonight.”

You slid into your starting position, shutting your eyes. You tried to think about the ice against the blades of your skates, the soft chill in the air as you let out your deep breath as your song started.

Slowly, your hands rose, tracing the line of your neck before gently brushing against your cheek. You tilted your head upward, arms swirling gracefully toward the sky, each movement in sync with the soft, beginning melody of the violin. 

Pushing off with smooth precision, you began to glide, each motion effortless. The sound of your skates cutting through the ice was the only thing that filled your ears as you lost yourself in the rhythm. The weight of your worries melted away with each powerful stroke, leaving you feeling light and free.

Each step, each turn, was instinctive. You spun lightly into a layback, your arms held high above you. You perfectly arched your back as you held the position, spinning in multiple tight, fast circles. As the violins and electric guitar grew in intensity, you picked up speed, the world around you blurring as you slid effortlessly across the ice.

You smoothly transitioned into a one-handed cartwheel, your hand brushing the ice before you landed effortlessly. The crowd cheered as you quickly flowed into a triple toe loop, followed by a series of spins and axles. With each move, you executed the tricks you had perfected over the years, your movements fluid and precise.

It was obvious to everyone that you were born to skate.

And from the center’s rink entrance, a dark figure watched. Unbeknownst to you and others.

As the song came to an end, you slipped into a scratch spin, spinning before slowly to a stop gracefully, your hands rising into the sky. Your chest heaving as you breathed heavily as the crowds cheered, their applause echoing throughout. You couldn't stop the smile on your face as you did a little spin and bowed. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N L/N! With the high-score of-” The announcer spoke over the speakers as you bowed once more, eyes catching your friends as you waved, slowly gliding off the ice.

Letting out a happy sigh, you left the rink, making your way to your booth when you saw a flicker of something in your peripheral vision. You paused, turning your head, and that's when you saw him. 

Standing off to the side, Hiei stared at you, his hands in his pockets. You didn't waste anymore time, running over to him and crashing into his arms; of course, he didn't budge, but his hands did leave his pockets to wrap around you, steadying you. 

Pulling back slightly, you felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. “Hiei,” You said softly, “You came.” 

“Tch,” He scoffed, glancing away from you, acting all disinterested, meanwhile his grip around you tightened.

You smiled at the sound, "I wasn't sure you'd make it," You whispered, still holding onto him tightly.

"Don't get too sentimental," He spoke in the same tone, looking back at you. You smiled softly, squeezing him tighter as you pulled him in for another hug. "You did well," He added, though his tone was far from enthusiastic. “It was… Breathtaking.”

Your smile softened at the rare compliment, and you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your cheek. “Thank you…” You whispered.

Hiei wouldn’t admit it out loud, but as he stood there with you, he couldn’t help but think about the way you moved across the ice - graceful, yet powerful. Maybe you weren’t all that weak. You moved like silk. He had watched every twist, every jump, every flawless motion, and though he’d never say it, he was proud.

Suddenly, he heard a faint sniffle. He turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at you, your head still nestled against his neck. "Why are you crying?" He asked, his tone almost demanding an explanation.

You looked up, blinking back the tears, and smiled. "I'm just really happy," You murmured, your cheeks flushing as you looked away bashfully.

Hiei’s gaze softened just slightly as he reached out, his hand gently lifting your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Hn." He tilted his head, studying you for a brief moment before his lips curled into a small, almost amused smirk. "Pathetic."

Before you could respond, Hiei’s lips pressed against yours. The kiss was sharp at first, unexpected and demanding, as if he was trying to convey everything he refused to say in words. His hand, still holding your chin, tilted your face as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer. You simply melted into the kiss, your hands slipping into his hair at the nape of his neck. 

When he pulled away, just enough to let your lips part, his eyes stared into yours, searching once more. You blinked at him, pleasantly surprised before you began to giggle, biting your bottom lip to keep most of the giggles in. “You're such a softie.” You giggled out, a hand leaving his hair to cover your mouth as Hiei rolled his eyes.

“You’re lucky I’m even doing this,” He didn't back away, though. He stayed close, his breath still warm against your skin.

“I am.” You muttered, your giggling subsiding as you gazed at him, admiring, heart full. “I'm very lucky.”

Understanding the hidden meaning behind your words, Hiei looked away, cheeks once more turning a faint shade of pink. He thought he was lucky too.

"Y/N! Didn't you hear?" Keiko exclaimed, her voice full of excitement as she sprinted over to you and Hiei.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from Hiei, feeling the warmth of his presence slip away as he stuffed one of his hands back into his pockets, the other around your waist, casting his eyes to the side. Reverting back to being all stoic.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "What? What happened, Keiko?"

Keiko grabbed one of your hands, and Botan quickly took the other. Their grins were so wide, you thought they might burst. Botan was practically bouncing on her heels, her excitement impossible to contain. "You won!" She squealed, her voice high-pitched with joy.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "What? I- I won?" You asked, your voice tinged with shock. Both girls nodded vigorously, their smiles growing even larger, if that was even possible.

"You were amazing out there!" Botan added, nearly bouncing off the ground. "I could hardly believe my eyes! You nailed every move!"

Still processing, you felt a burst of joy and disbelief fill you. "I... I won," You repeated, a stunned smile creeping onto your face.

Hiei watched the scene quietly, his expression unreadable. You glanced at him, and for a fleeting moment, his lips twitched - just barely, but it was enough to see.

Kuwabara threw his hands up in the air, “I knew you had it in you!” His boisterous voice was loud as he patted you on the back with a bit too much enthusiasm, nearly knocking the wind out of you. “You were amazing!”

Kurama, ever the calm one, smiled warmly at you. "You truly showed your skill, Y/N," He said softly, "It was beautiful to watch."

Yusuke, standing off to the side, couldn’t help but smirk at the whole situation. His eyes flickered to Hiei, “Well, well, Hiei… Wasn’t she just amazing out there?” His voice dripped with mock sweetness, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Bet you’re just bursting with pride, huh?”

Hiei’s eyes narrowed, shooting Yusuke a sharp glare; his grip around your waist tightening ever-so-slightly. “Tch. Don’t be ridiculous,” He muttered, clearly trying to brush off the comment.

Yusuke snorted, clearly entertained by Hiei's irritation. Kuwabara joined in, laughing loudly. “Haha! Yeah, Hiei, admit it, you were watching every second of it! You can’t tell me you weren’t impressed!”

Hiei scoffed, gently squeezing you where his hand rested as a ‘goodbye’ before walking off, without another word. You rolled your eyes, amused by their usual antics, but couldn't help but smile as you watched him walk away.

Turning your attention back to Yusuke, he gave you an easy grin. "Shouldn’t you go grab your award?”

A sudden realization hit you, and you gasped, “Oh! My award! The scholarship!” Your eyes widen with shock. Before anyone could respond, you spun around and sprinted off, calling over your shoulder, “I’ll be right back!”

Yusuke chuckled, his voice trailing behind you. "Don’t trip, okay!?" He shouted after you.

Hiei glanced back in your direction for a split second, his gaze softening as he watched you run around the corner, before he turned away and continued walking, his lips curling up into the smallest of grins.

~~~

Main Masterlist | Yu Yu Hakusho

[tricksterly-conduct]

"There is only one thing worse than Hiruko-" "A child."

@luckystarchild it's been a hot minute but I saw your post and had to do it. sdflksdjf

[jilted-love]

So it turns out I ship Kurahi too but I didn't like Kurama being sweet and nice and Hiei being soft for him. I prefer monster Kurama who pretends to be human but killed most that was considered an enemy. Surviving Kurama's monstrosity gets Hiei horny.

[hottiehiei]

- Slow burn romance with Hiei

For a very long time, Hiei desperately tries to convince himself that he isn’t falling.

gender neutral. sfw. fluff. headcanons.

PART 2

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𓆩⟡𓆪 Upon first meeting, Hiei barely pays you any attention. He's not the kind of guy who's charmed by looks, and the fact that you're human doesn't make him any fonder. Similar to when he met Yusuke and the others, it takes him time to warm up. He's moved by personality and character.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Once you pique his interest, he studies every detail about you. Your scent, your energy, the sound of your voice—everything. With just a glance, he can spot a small change in your appearance, such as a new accessory or a shift in your mood. He doesn't comment on these things; he simply keeps them tucked away in his mind. It's like he's building a little portfolio in his head. All while denying the fact that he’s interested in you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei tries to build up a mental wall every time you appear in his thoughts, but it’s useless. The mere mention of your name makes his ears perk up like a dog! One minute, he wants nothing to do with you, and the next, he’s waiting for the moment he can see you again.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Internally, Hiei is conflicted. He thinks romantic feelings are a silly human experience. But as time goes on, he can’t stay in denial for much longer. The dilemma is bothersome, yet he thinks about you frequently.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As he struggles to control his emotions, you’ll never know how he truly feels. It’s almost impossible to catch him looking in your direction. He’s a master at observation. As soon as you try to catch his gaze, he’s staring off in the distance, as if you aren’t even there.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Despite his silent yearning, Hiei will avoid you. If you try to start a conversation with him, he keeps it short and simple. It’s difficult to create a bond, especially when he won't even look at you. However, you don’t get the impression that he wants to push you away. He’s a man of few words but his body language reveals enough. Sometimes he may stand beside you, a little closer than usual, and your arms brush. As subtle as it may be, it’s electrifying.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Even though Hiei is unsure of his relationship with you, he takes pride in the possibility that you like him too. Facing his feelings would be a lot easier if you shared them. Whenever he noticed your eyes admiring him from afar, the tiniest smirk would curl on his lips. Feeding his ego is the best way to break his shell. One time you laughed at his witty insult towards Kuwabara and he was so freaking smug about it.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Eventually, he’ll start to initiate small talk, usually when there are fewer people around. He takes the time to reassure you about upcoming fights or advise you to stay cautious.

𓆩⟡𓆪 If you have the capability to defend yourself, he worries less, but if you’re an ordinary human, Hiei instinctively keeps you safe. For instance, if there’s a huge explosion that sends rocks flying everywhere, he quickly lifts you out of harm's way. Thanks to his speed, no one notices, but the two of you are left flustered afterward.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As feelings continue to build, it's hard for Hiei to maintain his indifference. When someone else openly flirts with you, he can only stand quietly while they make their move. It’s not his place to intervene. If he were to do something brash, he risks exposing himself. Hiei is practically boiling on the inside. If you were taken away from him, he’d lose his shit.

𓆩⟡𓆪 For the most part, things stay the same (like for months). Hiei stubbornly refuses to confess. He may have accepted his human-like desires, but that doesn't mean he's ready to take the next step. Dating is too foreign and unfamiliar. Plus, you'd be put at risk if word got out that he cared for you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 But maybe you find yourself in danger, or Hiei is putting his life on the line during a fight. Emotions will be high, and the idea of losing each other is enough to bring out the truth. Possibly?

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extra:

Kurama knew Hiei liked you before Hiei even knew he liked you!

[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.

[kazimakuwabara]

Feral

Summary: Kurama goes Feral. It's more amusing than one would think. (1000 ish words, humor and friendship)

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“Uh… what is happening here?” Yusuke asked, staring at a scene he hadn’t quite expected to walk in on.

Hiei at Yusuke's side, simply nodded along, his eyes fixed on the scene before him.

Kuwabara, battered and bruised, with some silver cuffs on his wrists that suppressed his Reiki, was sitting awkwardly, more or less in Youko Kurama’s lap. The great Youko had his arms wrapped around Kuwabara’s waist and was alternating between rubbing his face against the back of Kuwabara’s throat, cheeks, and the top of his head. Youko's white silvery tail was thumping loudly against the floorboards, as he cuddled and nuzzled against Kuwabara, whining like an overexcited animal.

“...Uh… well…” Kuwabara shrugged, going through a series of sounds as he tried to find the words to explain his odd situation, “Uh… the guy who captured us injected Kurama with something that turned Kurama into his Youko form… but he’s all… kinda feral now? He won’t talk to me either, he just makes these noises…”

Kuwabara was cut off as Youko let out a stranger chattering sound, followed by a keening yip, and then proceeded to cuddle Kuwabara harder. He buried his face into the back of his throat, his tail wagging even more enthusiastically.

Kuwabara sheepishly pat Kurama's leg and with a touch of embarrassment, but plenty of affection, cooed, "Yeah, you're just a sweet guy, ain't ya Kurama?"

“He’s become a cuddle monster,” Yusuke managed incredulously, his voice a mix of awe and delight. It seemed he might laugh at any moment, but was somehow managing to keep the amusement at bay, if at least for his own safety.

“The demon who captured you both and drugged Kurama. Where is he now?” Hiei asked stepping into the room. He was doing much better than Yusuke at keeping a straight face, though his eyes were rather wide.

Kuwabara smirked, and then gestured to the corner by their door, “Oh, well. I guess the guy was hoping Kurama was gonna like eat me or kill me, or something other than cuddle me. But Kurama sniffed me, and just started to cuddle, and it pissed the dude off. He got real pissy about it.”

A bubble of laughter snuck out of Yusuke’s throat as he started to reach his breaking point of keeping a neutral expression.

Kuwabara lifted his voice and continued to speak over him as he kept up with his explanation, “So the guy came towards us, clearly ready to do something to us, or well, really me. And Kurama attacked him. Just leaped at him with this ferocious snarl, fangs out, claws out, and boom! Snapped his neck, and left him in the corner!” Kuwabara lifted his cuffed hands and pointed to the corner of the room by the door again.

Yusuke and Hiei stepped further into the room and peeked behind the door. There, slumped in a heap, was the demon who had abducted Kurama and Kuwabara several hours ago.

Yusuke lost it, “Oh my God. I’ve been scared shitless, and Kurama, in a feral state, just snapped a dude’s neck that we couldn't take out as a team! And he’s here cuddling you like you’re his kit!” He threw back his head and laughed, ignoring Kuwabara who snapped at him to shut it.

Hiei stepped further into the room, and Kurama suddenly darted at him.

Yusuke’s amusement fell away as he tensed with worry, but it was unnecessary.

Kurama had rushed Hiei, sniffed him, and then made another high-pitched keening sound, and began to rub himself against Hiei, cuddling and nuzzling Hiei as if he was greeting an old friend. Kurama had even gone as far as dropping to his knees, so he could tuck himself under Hiei’s chin, and nuzzle at the fire demon’s throat. 

Hiei smirked at Kurama’s behavior, and chuckled, “Putting Kurama in a feral state was a foolish thing to do. We have Kurama’s scent on us. Even in a feral state, he would be able to recognize his own scent on someone and know if it made them his enemy of friend. He most likely regards us as his pack mates; his family.”

“That would explain why he keeps trying to feed me rats,” Kuwabara sighed, holding out his hands towards Yusuke.

Understanding immediately, Yusuke approached Kuwabara and carefully snapped the cuffs off, the silver shackles falling to pieces on the floor. Kuwabara sighed with relief and rubbed his wrists, before he stretched his palm and sent a sparkle of his Reiki over his hands. “Oh thank goodness. It’s back.”

“Kurama’s been trying to feed you rats?” Yusuke asked, sliding under one of Kuwabara’s arms, and hauling the large man to his feet.

Bruised and aching, but not too bad off, Kuwabara kept a hand curled around Yusuke’s shoulder and leaned on him for support. “Yeah. There were rats in the room. Kurama hunted them down, and he’s been trying to get me to eat them!” Kuwabara gave a sheepish grin, and gestured to a thin blanket behind them, “I’ve been stuffing them under there to appease him!”

Yusuke started to laugh again when the yipping Youko was suddenly invading his space. He snipped Yusuke’s cheeks, and neck, and then made a pleased, “mrrr,” sound before cuddling into Yusuke’s space, and rubbing his cheek against Yusuke’s throat.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Yusuke gasped, half laughing, “Wow, he’s happy to see us.”

“This isn’t like… gonna be forever is it?” Kuwabara asked, reaching out to gently pet one of Kurama’s long ears.

Kurama purred and then gave Kuwabara’s chest a nuzzle, happy for the attention.

“I have an idea of what they gave him, so I’m sure it’ll wear off,” Hiei said, grinning at Kurama. Kurama for his part, saw Hiei’s grin and rushed back to Hiei to rub against him a few more times before darting back to Yusuke. Kurama bounced between his three friends, yipping and whining, his tail wagging rapidly with excitement.

“He’s going to be mortified!” Hiei added with a cackle.

“Well, let’s head on out. We can stop by Koenma’s, or go see Yukina. Someone. Let’s make sure we fix this,” Yusuke sighed, grinning at Kurama as he affectionately nipped at Yusuke’s jawline. Yusuke used a free hand to gently push Kurama away, and chuckled, “While I bet his mom would love a more cuddly Kurama, we can’t let him stay like this for too long.”

“He’ll follow us right?” Kuwabara asked, limping as Yusuke helped to guide him out of the room.

“Oh, I don’t think we have to worry about that!” Hiei snorted, holding the door open for Yusuke and Kuwabara. The moment the pair cleared the threshold, Kurama darted off after them, before coming back to Hiei and whining.

Hiei reached out and patted Kurama’s cheek, “Calm down, I’m coming too. Go on now.” 

Kurama yipped and then exited the room. Hiei followed, snorting with amusement as he followed after his friends, “I can’t wait for Kurama to go back to normal. He’s never going to live this down.” He then laughed loudly and shut the food firmly.

The villain, whose body was still slumped in the corner, dead for his efforts, was quietly and easily forgotten.

[hiei-is-my-love-language]

Hiei had gone further than she expected. He waited for her in a clearing, surrounded by trees on all sides. The sky had darkened, casting a gloomy haze on their surroundings. It was private; far enough away from the camp that anything they said would not be overheard. Not that she expected much conversation.

He had just finished wrapping his hands. Without looking up, he tossed the roll of tape at her. She caught it with the tips of her fingers.

"Use this," he instructed. "It will protect your fists." 

She did so clumsily, unsure of the proper technique. As she flexed her fingers, adjusting to the limited mobility, he came to stand directly in front of her. His scent was reminiscent of the deepest part of the woods - those dense tangles where even the sun could not reach. Had he always smelled this way?

"Hit me, right here," he said, pointing to the middle of his hand. 

She hesitated, trying to imagine how she could throw a punch when all she wanted to do was touch him. Hold him. To kiss him. Anything that would show him what he meant to her. But she could not. Would not.

"Go on. As hard as you can."

Brave face, Airi. She wound up with her eyes targeted on his hand, throwing all of her weight into her fist. It landed, and the shock of it radiated up her arm. 

"If you throw a punch like that, you'll break your thumb, or worse."

He grabbed her hand, unwrapping her fingers and reforming them into a proper fist. He moved behind her and adjusted her shoulders, then placed his hands on her hips, pushing one forward and pulling the other back towards his body. Electricity crackled in the space between them.

"This is a basic stance," he said, coming back around to face her. "Memorize what it feels like."

They spent the rest of the morning this way, with short bursts of instruction followed by long bouts of practicing. Hiei spoke of nothing that did not relate to the training, and she did not speak at all. Being with him this way was devastating. Since they'd first met, she'd been carefully crafting the foundation of their friendship, one stone at a time. It appeared a single moment knocked them all down. 

The sun broke out in the late afternoon, and she turned her face up to feel the warm rays. Her whole body ached. Hiei's physical drills were even more exhausting than his mental ones, and his conditioning was unbelievable. They'd spent hours punching, kicking, blocking, and parrying, yet he did not seem any less energized than he had that morning. 

The fatigue settling into her muscles slowed her reaction time, and she failed to block a brutal attack. His fist landed square on her shoulder, the jolt of it drawing a loud yelp from her. Immediately he stopped to check on her.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she said, gripping her arm and wishing he'd let it go.

His hand raised to push aside the collar of her shirt. She tore her arm away from him.

"What is it?" 

All she could do was shake her head. He reached out for her again, this time more hesitantly. 

Maybe it's time. 

She flinched as his fingers brushed her collarbone, second-guessing her decision. Her eyes shut, unable to watch herself be this vulnerable.

"Airi..."

Her name on his lips made her shiver. It was the first time she'd heard it.

She felt the air on her bare skin as he exposed more of her shoulder. His touch, like a whisper, swept over the crests and valleys of her scars. When she found the strength to open her eyes, she saw his jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed into a dark "V". 

"Are they everywhere?" he growled. 

Nodding, she regretted showing him.

"Your shoulder is fine. We're done for the day."

Amazing commission by @hanase !!! I love seeing them in different styles and the emotion in this is just everything ♥️

[lessyandmina]

Hey! List five things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last ten people who liked or reblogged something from you. (no pressure :))

Alrighty then. Here are my five things that make me happy:

1. My cosplays

2. My stories

3. My irl husband

4. My video games

And 5.

My two anime husbands.

So I'm tagging some of my peeps (sorry if it annoys). @hazzyking @bane-huntress @kurama-shuichi @hiei-is-my-love-language @autistic-swanprincess @that-dumpster-angel-from-space @askurameshiyusuke @batchsncookies @peluche1988 @rouge-the-bat

[luckystarchild]

hi there! dabbling into yyh rarepairs, have you ever considered hiei and botan becoming a thing? i’m kinda leaning to the idea. do you know any good fics or authors i should start with?

I don't ship them and have nothing to recommend. :)

But if it helps, I've seen that pairing pop up so many times in this fandom that I don't consider it a rarepair, and I don't think you'll have trouble finding material to read. Sorting the stories on FFnet by number of reviews yields half a dozen Hiei/Botan stories (plus a bunch of Kurama/Botan stories) on the first couple of pages. I haven't read any of them and can't attest to their quality.

TBH, I think Kurama/Botan and Hiei/Botan are some of the more basic ships in this fandom, and definitely some of the default non-yaoi and non-OC ships. If you want to read a hetero romance story in this fandom that doesn't include an OC, odds are Botan will be a part of the pairing. Such is the fate of being the only woman in the main cast who doesn't have a canonical boyfriend. You get shipped with everyone, all the time, no matter how much sense the pairing makes.

(No shade to people who ship Botan with anyone, btw. It's just that across multiple fandoms, there's a trend of shipping the only notable woman in the cast with every single male character even if the pairing is nonsensical or a poor fit. While some of these fics result in cool character studies, sometimes it's clear the author is just using the female character to avoid writing an OC, mischaracterizing her so badly to make her fit the assigned pairing that she becomes practically unrecognizable. At that point just write a damn OC instead of forcing pairings that don't make sense, jeez...)

The widespread, multi-fandom bias against OCs is a pet peeve of mine, in case you couldn't tell, and this fandom's use of Botan has unfortunately played into that annoyance from time to time. But I'm sure there are many amazing stories with that pairing out there! I just don't have any interest in reading them. Sorry, anon!

[sadisticyouko]

— ❝ GRUDGE MATCH ❞ ft. HIEI

Warning: hiei x reader, smut, hate sex, coercion, penetrative sex no protection, slight exhibitionism, minors dni 18+ only

Summary: you’re the healer at hiei’s training gym and don’t take too kindly to how aggressively he treats his students. he decides to take out all his aggression on you instead.

Link to the Masterlist

“IF YOU HAD any hopes of me going soft on you, then I’d encourage you to give up now.”

The crowd already gathered around at the front of the gym kept silent, only passing uneasy stares and shuffling awkwardly as hiei continued.

“I don’t care if you’re vomiting blood, crying, or on the brink of death. You’re better off just dying if you think that means the training is done.”

The aura of fear around the newbies was palpable. You had been busying yourself at the back of the gym. Tidying up the emergency aid kits and taking stock of the medical supplies. Normally you wouldn’t be paying much attention to the pep talks coaches and trainers give their new students, but this had you off the counter and on your feet before you could even resist the instinct.

“Uh, surely you don’t mean that,” your voice rang through the atmosphere like a silver bell. A sound of sweet clarity against the harsh and gritty tone of their trainer.

Hiei glared daggers at you, but you kept your attention on the small group huddled around him, now turning to face you.

With a soft and reassuring smile, you continued. “Hey everyone, I’m the healer here and I just wanted to let you all know that you’ll be safe while training and if anything bad happens, I’ll be here to take care of you, okay?”

A few of the demons shuffled their feet, uneasy but giving small nods.

Hiei cut through the crowd, roughly shoving someone off their feet as he confronted you face to face.

It was a harsh, hot gust of wind that followed him. A powerful heated aura magnifying the area, stifling the air in your lungs and drying your throat.

His eyes are brighter in person, you thought to yourself. Red. Thick and syrupy like the blood in your veins. You bit your tongue, and the copper taste flooded your mouth.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m…” your voice came out soft, hoarse. You tried to clear it, breathe a little, but the weight of his intimidating gaze held you down. “N-not gonna watch someone die…”

You gasped as he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, bending you so his face hovered just over yours. You had sewed your eyes shut before even realizing.

“Shut the fuck up, and stand in the back until I say so. Got it?”

A little squeak escaped your mouth as you nodded. He let you go and stormed back to his spot at the front of the crowd.

“Train like your life depends on it, because I’ll make sure it does. Everyone understand?”

Their affirmations were firm and loudly echoed their fear off the walls of the room. Though you had only meant to comfort them, you now found yourself equally intimidated by your new boss.

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The thick slices of pork sizzled behind the counter as Kurama and Hiei waited for their order. Kuwabara would be running late today, and Yusuke was the one busying himself behind the counter of the food stall.

The delinquent turned hero yelled something at the man farther in the kitchen, laughing to himself as he got a reply.

Kurama smiled wistfully before turning to Hiei. “I heard yesterday didn’t go so well.”

Hiei grimaced at the tap water in front of him. “Hiring a healer was a bad idea.”

“Do I have to explain the concept of lawsuits to you again?”

“No,” hiei grunted before raising a hand to rub his temple, “maybe, ugh…they’re all so weak! What’s the point in even training fighters if it’s not to make them strong?”

“There are other ways to make strong fighters. Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘the same boiling water that hardens the egg softens the potato?”

“I say we boil them all and let that sort them out. We’ll see who has weakened and eliminate them swiftly.”

Kurama chuckled before taking a sip of his water. “That’s not the point.”

“Once again your meaningless human euphemisms fail to communicate a direct meaning. I don’t see a problem with boiling them alive.”

“…please don’t do that.”

“It’s not your gym, what do you care?”

“I recommended the healer to you, so I feel some responsibility for her well being.”

Hiei huffed, one strong finger tracing a line down the condensation of his glass. “If she doesn’t like the job, then she should just quit.”

“Hot plate ! Coming up !” Yusuke announced as he brought the sizzling plate to the counter between his two friends. Kuwabara came rushing up from around the corner, announcing his arrival in the form of shouting at them to wait until he’s seated. The gang of misfits enjoyed their meal without bringing up the healer again.

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The next few weeks, hiei was accompanied by an assistant trainer you knew quite well. While you were grateful for kurama’s calming presence, you hoped he hadn’t felt forced to show up due to your barrage of complaints you texted him the day after.

It became peaceful, for the most part. Hiei was still harsh and aggressive, leading the class as best he could while Kurama weaved in and out with tactful tips and words of reassurance.

And under Kurama’s protective eye, you had free reign over the gym.

“This is a hairline fracture. Do you know what that means?” You growled at the blue demon seated on the bench in the back of the gym. One hand on his leg as you looked up at him with an anger not entirely directed at him.

“It hurts,” he winced again.

You couldn’t help the growl of exasperation that slipped through your lips, eyes immediately darting across the gym looking for the asshole responsible.

“Hiei!” Storming up from beside the demon, you stalked your way to the center of the room where the fiery instructor was sparring with another injured client.

Fists still raised and wrapped, his eyes darted to the side to lock with yours in that same bright red intensity.

“What?”

With a dry throat, you hesitated. Quickly searching for kurama somewhere in the room with the corner of your eyes, and upon finding him watching, you regained your confidence and continued.

“You said no more broken bones !”

He lowered his fists and approached you slowly.

“What does it matter if I break their bones? Your job is to heal. Stop complaining that I’m giving you work.”

You let out another frustrated growl, clenching your fists at your side. “That’s not the point ! Even with my healing, you’re still leaving permanent damage !”

“Then you’re not as good a healer as you claimed to be.”

“I never said—!” In the middle of your squabbling you two had gravitated closer, almost chest to chest so you could glare and point your anger directly at him. He only leaned in more, huffing and arguing until one of your stray hands accidentally brushed his shoulder.

“So you want to fight? Is that it?” He snapped, trapping your wrist in the air with an iron grip.

“I want you—” you tugged at your wrist. No motion. Like trying to shove a wall. “—to go easier on your students!” You yanked again to no avail. Throwing your other hand against to chest to try to pull your arm free.

Hiei couldn’t help but smirk. Your little attempts to set yourself free juvenile at best.

“That’s enough.” Kurama came up with a steady expression, both hands in the air as he addressed the two of you.

“We’re not done talking.”

“Then take it outside. Get some fresh air. It’ll be good for the two of you to make peace.”

“What?!” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Kurama was gonna let you be alone with this sadistic monster? “I don’t wanna—”

“Let’s go.” With your wrist still in his hand, hiei dragged you through the back doors of the gym.

It was a small alleyway that led to the parking lot around the corner. A tall cement wall kept it isolated. The dusty area mostly went unused. Hiei dragged you to the dead end away from the glass doors and away from the parking lot.

Once you finally snatched your hand free, he turned to glare at you.

“What’s your problem with me?!” You snapped at him. “I’m only trying to keep people safe!”

“Are you trying to keep them safe or are you trying to piss me off?”

“I’m trying—” you two had gravitated again. Almost chest to chest as you glared at his bright red eyes, desperately trying to avoid bumping into his sculpted chest. At some point the building wall had made its way behind you, and you found yourself unknowingly backing into it as you continued your argument with hiei.

“Just shut up before I—!”

“Before you what? Blow up the whole building or—”

His arms came down on either side of you, caging you in. Your eyes caught sight of the large vein of his bicep before falling back on the torn edge of his dark shirt. Gaze trailing back up the dip of his collar bone, the smoothness of his neck, his angled jaw. Meeting his eyes was humiliating, heat flooding your face. You couldn’t help but curl into yourself, leaning back slightly so that he hovered over you. Controlling the small space with his body entirely.

“Done mouthing off?”

Lips pressed into a hard line, you forced yourself to meet his eyes. A shaky “no” escaping your lips.

“No?” He repeated. Bringing his face closer to yours. So that your eyes could only focus on his lips. So that you could only see the plush curve of his mouth and feel the gentle breath of his exhale. “What if I take it out on you then?”

Your shaky hands touched his chest. Hard and warm. Gently pushing. Softly resisting.

“Think you can take their place?”

“…and you’ll go easy on them…?” You could barely breathe. Heart hammering as you waited for his reply.

It was a curt nod. A small motion before he rasped, “but I won’t on you…”

It was the softest sound. The smallest whimper… and you nodded. Just before he pushed his lips against yours. Pushing you back so roughly against the wall. Working his mouth over yours. Hands gripping and squeezing your waist, your hips, your neck.

With a hand around your throat, he broke the kiss to bite down harshly on your lip. You gasped, quickly turned to moan as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Exploring your taste as his other hand traveled to your chest.

Roughly squeezing the fat of your breast, rolling your hardened nipple through your shirt.

You knew you hated him. At least, a part of you did. You had to. Not that you could tell from the way you moaned from his kiss. Body heating and giving in to his every touch. Pawing at the shirt on his chest, desperate to feel the skin of the thick, corded muscle on his back.

Just as your fingers gripped at the collar around his neck, his arms flew up to pin yours over your head.

“You see enough of me at the gym,” his lips ghosted over yours, “we’ll make this quick.” Switching both your wrists to one sturdy hand, he slipped his other down the front of your pants. Fingers going past the waist of your panties, slipping right between your messy folds as you gasped from the contact.

A growl rumbled from his chest and his eyebrows knitted at the feeling of your arousal, prodding at your entrance with one thick finger. “You’re soaked….”

“I-i….” you fumbled for an excuse, hips grinding against his hand without your control.

“You’ve thought about this then?”

“N-no….” You lied as you struggled against his hand pinning your wrists. You hate him. You so clearly hate him that you would never fantasize about his overworked, sweaty body leaving the showers at night.

Slowly, with an agonizing patience you didn’t know he possessed, he pushed one finger inside you. Inch by inch until he was down to the knuckle, curling the digit and enticing an embarrassing wetness from you.

You threw your head back, knocking it against the brick wall with a dull thud as you writhed against hiei’s ministrations.

The sound of his deep chuckle barely made its way through your consciousness past the sounds of his fingers squelching.

And then he stopped.

Pulled his hand from your pants and released your wrists to spin you around and push you up against the wall. He took your arms back to pin them behind you, and this time you could hear the clicking of his belts as he quickly undid them with a practiced hand.

“Last chance to bow out. And I very seldom give last chances,” he breathed into your ear as his chest pressed up against your back. His hand squeezed around your forearm, and much to your own dismay, you felt yourself pushing your hips back up against him. Arching with what little freedom you had to press up against his hardened erection.

“Just fuck me alrea—!” you gasped as he ripped a massive hole in your leggings, pushing your panties aside and exploring your lips with the head of his cock. Collecting your juices before he finally stretched you out, filling you slowly and stretching you full of his thick cock as his grip on you tightened.

“oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned just under your breath. your hips grinding slowly back against him as he let his cock rest nestled deep inside you. letting you adjust to his girth.

“Mmmm…” the sound reverberated deep in his throat. With a fist and forearm against the wall, he adjusted his grip on you to squeeze at your waist instead. “You’re not gonna run off, are you?” His voice several octaves deeper with lust since he pushed inside you.

“No, ahh. No. I’d never…” it felt too good. It felt too good for you to think about anything other than the stretch. The reach of pleasure that his cock might give you.

With another wry chuckle, he teased “good girl,” and slowly began to pull out.

Stopping half way to push back in, beginning a slow, deep pace. each thrust forward going deeper than the last. stretching you more. picking up the pace as your breathy moans quickly became loud. begging. desperate as he pummeled into you. suddenly fucking you hard, fast, grabbing the back of your hair and tugging harshly as you begged.

“oh my god ! oh my god !”

You pushed yourself back into him each time, hands splayed on the brick wall and willing him deeper with each slap of his hips against your ass.

It crept up on you. As inevitable and as big as a tsunami creeps up on a city. The overwhelming tension, the singular chord in your body holding back an immense wave of pleasure. “god, I think I’m gonna…m’ so close…”

“Gonna cum already? I don’t remember you asking.”

“pleasepleaseplease hiei, I can’t….I can’t—!”

His hand slid from your hip to your cunt, rubbing hard, fast circles on your clit until your knees trembled. Moans heightened. Pleasure dizzying, until his lips brushed up the curve of your neck, teeth tenderly wrapping around the flesh, and biting roughly. Sucking the curve of your neck in a swirl of delicious pain and pleasure that finally snapped your senses and plunged you into an aggressive orgasm.

The wave took over. Whole body shuddering as your vision blacked out in a moment of pure ecstasy. And you squeezed him so tightly, so deliciously that before he even anticipated his own release, you dragged him straight down. A quick gasp of surprise as he suddenly spilled ropes of pure heated pleasure straight into your cunt. Hips moving on their own as he kept his brutal pace to his ultimate enjoyment. Shuddering from the heat, shuddering from how wet and tightly and sweetly your body took all that his had to give.

Hiei shuddered from the aftershocks of his orgasm, hips still unconsciously, slowly dragging in and out of your walls. He was quickly approaching sensitivity, but he couldn’t stop himself just yet from how good you felt.

Your breathing slowly started to level, still gasping and clenching at an occasional thrust that just felt too good. Slowly coming back to your senses, your vision cleared enough to recognize the brick wall in front of you.

You turned to glare at Hiei’s blown out eyes behind you. His gaze still fixed on where you were both connected, eyebrows drawn in concentration. You almost regretted not being able to see his handsome face while you fucked.

“You owe me new tights, y’know.”

A small smirk crept over his face before he met your eyes with his own. “Just don’t wear any when you come in for work tomorrow.”

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[crewdlydrawn]

I’m home, sick… have a dumb little Hiei/Keiko doodle bc I realized I *could*

[o-dragon05]

This has happened more than once with some of y’all 😂😂😂😅😅😅

Image not mine.

[autistic-swanprincess]

Whispers of the Hiruiseki (KuraHi)

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Kurama longs to be with Hiei, but Hiei feels torn between wanting to stay in the Human World with Kurama or remain in the Demon World as Mukuro’s right hand man.

One night, Hiei makes a decision to protect Kurama by leaving him without saying goodbye and leaving a Hiruiseki stone necklace as a gift to remember him by.

But when he gets news from Yusuke and Kuwabara that Kurama is missing, Hiei goes with them and tries to figure out what happened to him and why would someone take him.

[jilted-love]

Promoting my YYH fanfic again because it's the first multi-chapter fic I finished. Yay.

Here are the links:

[bluuphoenixx]

(I do not take ownership of this photo)

Chapter Twelve - Swords and Bows Don’t Mix of my HieixOC fanfic called Flower Blue is up!

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