#kite hxh x reader

[whatyousae]

sometimes he wonders how did he get so lucky, all the nights he stayed awake to admire your face under the moonlight glow. all the times he thanked the gods for giving him the love of his life.

how he swore he will become the person who will accompany you through your sickness and wealth, to become the father of the children you'll have in the future. pinky swearing with you even if it seems silly to him.

then why couldn't he move? you're bleeding in front of him yet he couldn't do anything. legs staying in place as he watches the light in your eyes disappear, he could have done something. he promised that he would protect you whenever.

then why are you gone? he promised, he pinky swore with you. a simple promise that he couldn't even keep. all those memories of your laugh that were the music he always wanted to hear, or the smile you always wore even in the darkest times.

or how he blames the gods for taking you away from him so early, he was there yet he couldn't do anything to prevent your fate. maybe if he continued to pray to the gods begging them to give you back it will finally become true.

he is one of the strongest isn't he? then why couldn't he save the person he deeply cherished?

demon slayer: TOMIOKA GIYUU, shinazugawa sanemi, iguro obanai, akaza, KAMADO TANJIRO

jujutsu kaisen: nanami, geto GOJO, yuuta, toge, ITADORI

bungo stray dogs: CHUUYA, ranpo, dazai, AKUTAGAWA, atsushi, TECCHOU

hunter x hunter: KURAPIKA, killua, gon, SHALNARK, kite

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[crusty-chronicles]

HxH Men Throwing Down with their S/O's Plushies

Synopsis: How hxh men react to your plushie collection, and if they'd fight them when you're not there.

An: I'm tired of all the fine men being ignored in the HxH fandom. Here's a Valentine's Day special of some of my favorites who are always overlooked for the most white bread, cardboard personality, toxic men.*cough cough* adult trio* cough cough*

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Leorio 🩺

100% fights your plushies

Without a doubt he throws down with them when you're not there. Even when you're in the room he's throwing hands.

And it is personal 😤

You've caught him on several occasions saying- "Think you can sleep next to my girl/man and get away with it?!? You homewrecker!!!!”

It's honestly really funny to see him put one of your giant bears in a headlock.

But you have to stop him before he tears it because those things are expensive goddamit.

“Leave him alone. I've had him for about ten years and I doubt you could find me another one. So drop him,” you lecture.

And he begrudgingly drops your big teddy bear. But not before complaining that you love it more than him.

All pouty and upset until you kiss his cheek and reassure him.

“Babe, they're not alive. You have absolutely no competition for my heart.”

He knows that, but they're everywhere. Watching him with their beady little eyes from their place on your bed.

Which reminds me-

He piledrives your little plushies when you're not in the room.

If he had it his way, they'd all be locked away somewhere.

But because he loves you with his whole heart, he moves them away from your side of the bed to his.

What? Those little bastards thought they'd get to sleep next to you when he's home? Not a chance!

He hates them for the attention you give them, but he also contributes to your collection.

Whenever he's got funds to spare, he'll bring you home a new addition.

With the condition that you give him twice as many cuddles ☝️

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Ging 🎣

He's a little less aggressive than Leorio, but he still fights your plushies.

And he fights with the intent to win.

Which more often than not leads them to getting ruined.

Tackles the absolute hell out of your big plushies. Then he'll jab it's stomach a few times.

“Getting a little too comfortable on my side, Jeremiah?”

If they're on the bed, they're on the floor when you get back.

Doesn't really do it for jealousy, but because he thinks your reaction is funny.

He'll throw one of the smaller ones off and you let out the most offended gasp.

“You stop that right now! You're gonna get him dirty! And I can't put him in the washer!”

He comes up with excuses too, just to see how much you'll let him get away with.

“That one was looking at me funny.” “You've got a place on your bed for each and every one of those little shittlings, but absolutely no room for me. It's not fair.” “I didn't get you that one, so it's under the bed where it belongs.”

The answer: you let him get away with a lot. You secretly think it's cute, but it's annoying how filthy he gets them.

He also steals them from time to time.

Totally not because he likes having something of you when he's away. What? You're crazy 🙄🙄🙄

He'll complain, but he'll always get you replacements for the ones he damages. He'll even get you the jumbo versions of the little ones.

Just because he loves you, despite his lackluster way of showing it.

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Morel 🚬

He's pretty respectful about it

Does not fight them.

But, every man has his weakness.

So there are times when he'll pick one of the smaller ones up and inspect it. Right before he squeezes it completely in his hand.

Why does he do it? Just because.

They're like little stress balls

And it's during one of these moments of weakness that you catch him.

“You're choking out my poor frog! Let him go before his eye pops out!”

And he laughs. He thinks it's sweet how much you love these things.

Even if you've got them on shelves and they stare into his soul at night.

He makes it a habit not to smoke or use his ability in front of them.

They hold too much sentimental value to you. And the last thing he wants is for you to get upset.

But the squishing? It doesn't stop.

It's like they're begging to be smooshed.

And you never fail to get after him every time.

“Quit abusing my babies!” You scold before taking back your stuffed rabbit.

He lets you have another bed to put all your plushies on.

He's a big man 😤😤😤 He can't afford space to share with them. He also likes to sleep next to his partner undisturbed, thank you 😤.

Also contributes to your collection.

And we're not talking every once and a while.

He's got that hunter money, so if you see something you want, it's yours

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Knov 👔

Arguably the most mature of the bunch

Your precious little babies are safe from him

It doesn't even cross his mind to fight them

That being said, your plushies aren't allowed on the bed at all ☹️

“I refuse to have my sleeping space occupied by that thing.” He said, gesturing to a very well loved seal plush. One of its eyes missing.

“What’s wrong with Samuel?”

“Look at it. The poor thing's traumatized. And you're gonna end up choking on its stuffing.”

They aren't even allowed in the bedroom on shelves.

However☝️, he does end up doing something special for you because of how much you adore your plushies.

He lets you dedicate one entire room to your collection. Buy a little bed for you to put them on. Even gets special shelves installed for you.

That's their room and theirs alone.

Also encourages you to get more now that you have ample space for them.

Every trip/mission he leaves for, he always makes sure to bring you something back.

Whether it be one of the huge bears or a little keychain plush, he gets it for you.

Definitely not a man afraid to spend on his S/O and their interest.

He also doesn't bat an eye at the attention you give them.

They mean a lot to you, but so does he judging by the way you're always ready to compromise

That and the way you cuddle closer to him at night and say-

“You're a whole lot better than even my softest of plushies.”

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Knuckle 🐕

On a bad day, it's on sight.

Always the bigger ones too

“What're you looking at?” And then he'll wrestle whatever poor plush caught his eye first.

But he feels incredibly bad about it afterwards

Picking up your little dinosaur nugget plush with tears in his eyes.

“I'm so sorry. You're mother's/father's gonna kill me for this.”

Even goes as far as to stitch up any little holes if he damaged them.

What can I say? He's a total softie

Like many of the men on here, he does contribute to your collection.

But you also inadvertently make him start his own 💀

You'll buy one for yourself and because it needs a friend, you buy another.

Only to gift it to him because ‘They’re dating like us.’ 🥺

That's how it starts.

You start buying plushies in pairs.

One for you and one for him.

It never fails to make Knuckle cry.

“Babe really? You didn't have to.”

And he's cradling the little dog plush you got him with such care. Like it's the most delicate thing in the world.

He, of course, makes sure to get another set to pay you back.

Plushies in the bed?

100%

No complaints here.

Even memorizes the names of all of them.

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Kurapika ⛓️

He simply does not have the energy to fight your plushies

He comes home tired and drained, understandably. And the first thing he does is collapse on the bed, right on top of them.

Doesn't think twice about it. In fact, he likes the extra cushion they provide.

And you don't mind all that much either. Kurapika does a lot. He's been through a lot.

If he wants to rest right on top of your plushies, he's more than welcome.

However, when he's not completely exhausted, he's mean to them ☹️

He'll push off the ones on his side of the bed to make space for himself. And he will not pick them up

Or he'll hide the one you usually snuggle with at night so he can cuddle you himself.

He just wants your warmth after a long day. Is that so much to ask for?

“Kurapika, have you seen my octopus plush anywhere?”

And he'll look away guiltily before mumbling a ‘No. Can't say that I have.’

But he always puts it back when he knows he'll be gone for a while.

He knows it brings you comfort, and who is he to take that away from you.

He does get pouty when you give them extra attention.

“I've been gone for a month and you're too busy cleaning that thing to greet me.” He complains.

Only for you to get up and wrap your arms around him. Giving his cheek a smooch before saying-

“You know you're precious to me. But I wouldn't be so busy cleaning my baby if you'd stop leaving him on the floor.”

He makes it up to you everytime by getting you another one.

He always makes sure to pick you something up when he comes back from searching for his clan's eyes.

A little thank you for always waiting for him and giving endless patience.

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Kite 🪁

Another man whom your plushies are safe from

He's supportive of your collection, but all he asks is that they don't take up the entire bed.

If they do, he's a little mean about it and organizes them all on your side.

That's about as far as he goes with messing with them.

He definitely builds you shelves to keep them in

Again, the less of them in the bed, the more space you two have.

He thinks it's cute how much you care about them, and likes to indulge you by asking how you got them.

He listens to each and every story you have and why each plush is special to you.

Safe to say, this man does not get jealous

A piece of fluff with stuffing is the last thing he's worried about

That being said, he contributes less frequently to your collection than the other men on this list

He limits them to special occasions like your birthday or an anniversary.

Why?

He wants to make sure each one is attached to a special moment so you hold them just as dear as your other ones.

An import memory that you're able to hold onto

He's also careful around your plushies.

He doesn't wanna get them dirty or accidentally tear them because of how much they mean to you.

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Wing 👓

This man right here is a 10/10

The absolute sweetest man

The thought doesn't even cross his mind to throw down with your plushies

In fact, he prides himself on taking care of them while you're out

Dusting them off, reorganizing them, stitching up any little holes he sees

Also someone who goes out of his way to memorize all their names.

Knows each one by heart because he always listens intently when you talk about them

Your big dinosaur?

That's Chungus.

The little raccoon?

Sylvester.

You want the plushies in bed?

Of course! Each one has their own special place. And he makes sure there's enough space for the both of you.

If he's got money to spare, he's definitely gonna get you something.

You don't even have to ask, he's already bringing you home a little duck plush that Zushi thought you'd like. What can he say? The kid adores you

This man doesn't get jealous whatsoever

In fact, you're the one who ends up getting pouty because he's taking fantastic care of your plushies.

“Honey, I want cuddles.” You whine.

And he's cleaning off one of your bears with a damp rag.

“In a minute, dearest. You got him dirty last night.”

But as soon as he's done, you've got his full attention

He just knows how much you love those things and wants you to be able to cherish them for as long as possible.

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 💕💕💕💕

[darlingbabyboo]

Can you guys imagine the potential of a trauma dump candy salad with the HxH characters like it's the only thing on my mind 😭

Gon: Hey it's Gon and my father left me when I was just a baby so I took up the same field as him so I could understand how he could abandon his newborn son.

Gon: And I brought the jelly beans!

Killua: What's up I'm Killua and since I was young my family trained me to be an assassin and when I finally escaped by stabbing my mother and assaulting my brother I was dragged away from my few moments of freedom by my over-controlling brother who stuck needles in my head.

Killua: And I brought some chocolate robots!

Alluka: It's Alluka! And I was closed off from my family because they feared my abilities/wanted to control me and was continually dehumanized and misgendered by them and for a good portion of my life I was separated from the only person who saw me as a person.

Alluka: And I brought some mentos!

Kurapika: Hello, I'm Kurapika and all my friends and family were slaughtered by a notorious gang who stole their eyes and sold them on the black market, now I'm empty and angry at the same time and will dedicate my life to revenge at the cost of my life.

Kurapika: And I brought sunflower seeds!

Leorio: Heyyy it's Leorio and my motivation to become a doctor comes from the fact that my childhood friend died because of a preventable disease all because he didn't have the money to afford healthcare.

Leorio: And I brought Warheads!

Kite: It's Kite and I met Ging

Everyone: We're so sorry man that's tough (╥﹏╥)

Hisoka: I wasn't invited but I came anyway~

Hisoka: I like kids :)

Everyone: *sideyes*

Hisoka: I brought my restraining order 🥹

[quimichi]

¡! ❞ MAKING OUT WITH HXH GUYS

warnings: NSFW - MDNI, Ging Freecs, this man needs his own tw, kissing, making out, pet names, teasing, yeah i think thats it?

summary: Making out with hxh guys

characters: HxH guys x F!Reader + Neferpitou (they/them) dunno where to put that creature

word count: 5.940

a/n: any character you want added? Tell me lol

Chrollo

Chrollo is kissing you with a passion that borders on fervent. His hands touch the curves of your face— as if trying to memorize how you feel under his skin. He wants to memorize your smell, how each of your curves and dip fits against him.

His tongue sweeps along your lips, desperate for more. Chrollo is craving you; craving the sensation of your skin against his. Chrollo's hands slide down your chest and to your thighs, pulling you even closer against him, his touch insistent and demanding. He pulls back and gazes at you, his hand tilting your chin so that you're looking up at him. His eyes are dilated, almost completely black, and his voice is ragged as he speaks.

"Don't look away from me," he murmurs. "Your eyes. Let me see them. I need to see you." His mouth is on your neck, his hands roaming over your skin. He's desperate. His tongue follows the path of his lips, tasting the air with a fervour that borders on the needy. He lets out a ragged exhale that turns into a moan against your flesh.

"You're mine," he groans. "You're perfect. You're mine."

Dalzollene

Dalzollene is pressed against your body, hands at your hips. His head dips to kiss you, lips trailing across your jaw and down the column of your throat. "You're so good to me," he murmurs between pecks and kisses. "Good," he repeats. He presses closer against you, hands slipping under the hem of your shirt. Dalzollene's body presses hard against yours, pushing you back against the wall. One of his hands leaves your hips to come up under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach.

His other hand grips your hip, holding you in place. His lips find your sensitive point just under your jaw, and he nips you there. "My good girl." He says, as though he means it. "Gods, you're good to me." His kisses are hot, almost feverish, against your skin as his lips dance and suck to a new spot after just leaving the last. One hand grabs your hip tighter, pinning you to the wall behind you. The other slides down your chest and stomach, leaving fire in every place his fingertips graze you. "You're gonna make me weak if you keep being so good to me," he rasped against your neck. "Oh, you're so goddamn good to me." Dalzollene nips the soft flesh of your collarbone.

Feitan

"Ouch-!" Feitan lets out a soft laugh against your lips. His teeth nip at your skin, taking the tiniest tastes of you, relishing in the sweet moan that escapes your throat as he does so. His hand curls around your cheek, fingers tracing the line of your jaw.

"You are delicious," he murmurs, his voice low and sultry. "I could feast on you for eternity." Feitan's hand slides back to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. He tugs, pulling your head back and baring your neck for him. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Who do you belong to?" He whispers, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. "Say it. Let me hear those sweet little words." His hand continues to grasp at you, as if he cannot get enough of your touch. His teeth graze against the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the line of your pulse. "Whose are you?" He breathes, his voice as soft and sweet as honey. "Tell me. Who do you belong to? Answer me. I will have my name on your hips, your back, everywhere. I'll carve it into you."

Ging

"Watch my-?" Ging stutters before cutting himself off, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He blinks once, twice, before letting out a soft, almost inaudible exhale of breath. "My tongue?" Ging pulls you against him. One of his arms wraps around your waist, bringing you right flush against him. Gings other hand slides lower, slipping down to your hip.

"You're a brat, aren't you? No one ever complained about my kisses, ever." He murmurs, smirking. "Probably cause you never ever kissed someone, ever." You mock him. "You've always been a brat." Ging lets out a quiet laugh.

He tugs his hand from your hair, coming to rest it on your hip instead; his grip tightens ever-so-slightly. The hand at your stomach begins to rise, creeping just beneath the edge of your shirt. His hand slides higher, fingertips brushing against your skin, just shy of the waistband of your pants. Ging lets your ear fall against the crook of his neck, the action bringing you even more closely against him than you were a moment ago— it's as though he's attempting to meld the two of you together like an experiment.

He grins. "How long has it been since you've been on your best behaviour?"

Hanzo

Hanzo is a mess of kisses. He worships your lips like a shrine, he worships the curve of your neck, he worships the slope of your shoulders, the dip of your waist, everything. In a moment, he is a man drowning in an ocean of bliss— his body pressed against yours, his hands gripping you tight, holding you close to him.

The man is a kiss-soaked mess— his body a trembling mess, every kiss turning him to jelly. He holds onto you like he never wants to let go. "Did you ever-" but you were quickly shut down, "Never before." The answer comes in hushed, urgent tones. His hands trail over you like fire, tracing the curves and lines of your body like your skin is a map he wants to re-draw a thousand times.

"Never like this." His hands roam down your back. "Not with anyone like this." His words end on a gasp as his hand comes down to cup you, his touch possessive and almost reverent. It is a caress, but at the same time, it's claiming you.

"I have longed to touch you," he whispers, his words like a prayer. "To caress you… to hold you…" His words are like nothing he'd ever thought of before, but he seems to be spilling them without a care. It's as if he has been holding them back for years, and your touch has forced them out. For the first time, Hanzo is a man without a filter, no hesitation, no hesitance. "To touch you..." he murmurs, as he leans forward, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck. "So desperately."

Hisoka

"Yes." He moans between kisses, arching up into you. He presses his body against yours, as close as two souls can be. Every kiss, every touch, only makes the fire inside him grow. His fingers, cold as moonlight, dance over your skin. His lips are soft, but his touch is hungry— he wants you, needs you, like a starving puppy that only a single meal will suffice. "Oh," he whispers against your lips, "OH~" he moans, "Mmm, yes, keep it coming." He lets out a shuddering breath. Hisoka's fingers dip into your hair and thread through the soft strands, grabbing the locks in a way that makes it hard for you escape from his hold.

"So good. You're so good, so—" He cuts off a moan, his breath hitching in anticipation of something. "Can you shut the fuck up, clown ass-" you blurt out.

Hisokas eyes gleam, sparkling like jewels as he looks up at you. He loves it when you take control like this. All those sounds he made before are nothing compared to his cocky grin now. "Mmm, make me," he responds, teasingly.

Hisoka's hand slides up your arm, all the way up and his fingers dig into your shoulder hard. His smirk is playful, but that look in his eyes… that's no joke. A low growl rolls past his lips. 

"I dare you," he teases. "Make me shut up."

Illumi

Kissing Illumis lips feels like kissing a statue. His body is rigid, like the very air around him has frozen. The only response you get from him is from the way he shudders against you, or from the soft sound that slips from his lips when your tongue touches against his.

The kiss feels as if it were frozen in time. Illumi is completely and utterly frozen. The only sign he makes of life in his body is his hands— they're resting on your shoulders, fingers curling and releasing.

Your lips part from his, it's pointless and in a way embarrassing for you to keep going. "Did you...ever made out before?" "No." His answer is simple. His fingers grip tighter against your shoulders, pulling you a little closer to him. The stiffness in his body grows to the point that you might believe he stopped breathing entirely.

"Mother has taught me." "WHAT?!" "She said that making out, or kissing is a waste of time and should not be part of the relationship process. It takes away too much time." "Ah-"

The little sound you make makes Illumi pause.

His fingers flex and loosen against your shoulders. He's tense, body frozen in place, when suddenly he pulls you a little tighter.  "Ah," he repeats, your single little sound is so perfect to his ears. Soft and breathy.

"Well, seems like you have to...teach me then."

Kite

"My everything." Kite's fingers trail along your jaw, over your lips, tracing the lines of your face. "My only love."  He buries his nose into your neck, breathes you in. "Please." He says, the word almost a whimper of desire.

"Please, don't ever jump so reckless into danger again." "...Promise." "I hope so." The corners of Kite's lips curl up into a slight, affectionate smile, but it's a shaky smile. He buries a hand into your silken hair and breathes against your throat.

"Promise me you'll run when i tell you to. You stay where you are when i tell you to. You do as i tell you to. We don't know what we might encounter in NGL."

"Good." Kite's entire body relaxed, a shudder coming over him as your word echoed through his mind. He breathed out against your skin, nuzzling into that sweet spot beneath your jaw. He closed his eyes, pressing his lips against you in a kiss, and again, and again. He wants to lose himself in you.

"Please, do as told and leave me behind if you must."

Knov

Knov's lips are as cold as his skin is warm. It's a strange sensation, one that seems both heavenly and sinful at once. His arms are wrapped around you as though he would never let go. There's an almost reverent expression on his face as his lips connect with yours, and his hands roam your body as if he is trying to prove to himself you're really there.

He kisses you. Deeply and passionately, as if he were starving and you were the first thing that wasn't ice in his mouth. Knov's lips are cold, his hands hot against your skin. He guides you closer to him, one arm curled around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours, a stark contrast to the cold of his lips.

His other hand is buried in your hair, fingers tangled in your locks like a man who was desperate to touch you. "Gods, you're beautiful," he murmurs. Knov's eyes roam over you almost possessively, as though he wants to look at every inch of you. He's silent like this, for the first time in as long as you can remember. He's so focused, so intent on you, that he has forgotten how to hold a conversation. All of his attention is on you— your form, the way your hair bounces as you move, the way your clothes mould themselves against you— he's completely captivated.

When he finally does speak again, his voice is rough. Deep and husky.

"I've missed you."

Knuckle

"C-Chill out-!" Knuckle's reaction to that is quite a lot of things, most of them sinful, and you can't tell when he stops kissing you or when he pulls back. For a moment he just stares at you, eyes wide. "You-" he breaths. The words fail him, replaced by a soft, shaky exhale. For a moment he's too stunned to move, staring.

But then, you're pressed against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, holding you as close to his body as humanly possible. He buries his face into your neck, pressing kisses to the skin. The way he kisses is desperate, desperate like a man starving in the desert. His breaths are hot against your skin, and his hands are gripping your waist, holding onto you so tightly he fears you might disappear.

"What as gotten into you." you chuckle lightly as his lips and hair tickle your skin. "You," he chokes out, his voice coming as a sharp gasp against your neck. His head lifts, and he kisses down the column of your neck, and you can hear the way he says "you" between kisses, and it sounds like a prayer, like a plea, like a vow. "You've gotten into me—"

Kurapika

"Feeling better?" You ask him, holding his face gently in your hands. "The world feels less cold," he admits. His hands come up to hold your face. He's never seen anything as precious as you before, and there is a sense of reverence in the way that he looks at you.

"I've never felt... whole." His fingertips trace the lines of your jaw. "I'm better now," he says, voice barely above a whisper. As he speaks, Kurapika's hands are still tracing the expanse of your cheek, the line of your jaw, the curve of your cheeks— as if he's memorising how it feels to finally touch you.

His eyes have softened when they look at you. The tension in his body seems to have left at last. "I'm better when I'm with you," he says. He kisses you. His lips are soft and warm against yours, the taste like sweet wine against your tongue, a heady mix of sweetness and intoxicating desire.

His arms are gentle as they wrap around your waist, drawing you closer still. As if your proximity isn't enough, he pulls you over so that you're sat atop  of him on his lap. His lips are hungry— a desperate need against your mouth as he kisses you over and over again.

Leorio

Leorio kisses back fiercely, lips pressing against yours fervently, tongue slipping past your lips. His hands slide up to cup your face, fingers tangling gently in your hair, cradling you against him as if he cannot get enough of you. He melts at your touch, breath leaving him in soft, shuddering gasps. He pulls back just slightly, only by millimeters— his lips just barely ghosting over your skin, his breath hot and needy and soft against your neck. Leorio swallows, lips parting slightly. The sound of his breath against your skin has an unmistakable undertone of need. He presses closer, pressing his body against yours, body shaking against you. Every breath he takes has his name falling from his lips.

"Gods," he gasps, voice a desperate whisper. "Bab…I don't know how much patience I have left."

He presses his lips between your collarbones, leaving soft, reverent kisses against smooth flesh. "I'm going crazy." You are making him absolutely unravel.

He murmurs your name as he presses kisses against your neck. He's whimpering now, a litany of praise against your skin like a desperate prayer. "Your- Gods, I need you-" His fingers clutch at your shirt, body trembling. "-I need to be closer to you."

The way he's shuddering against you is like a leaf in the wind. A shudder, a press, another kiss to your skin. "I'm going to break if I don't have you now."-

Menthuthuyoupi

"Wait-! Not so r-!" Menthuthuyoupi gasps, a low, startled sound that catches in his throat. He blinks down at you. "Not so rough?" His words are muffled against the soft plush of your lips, but the sound is clear. He pauses, lifting his head slightly— his lips barely leave yours, and he's still close enough that his body is flush against yours. His mouth brushes against your lips, the sound of his deep and gravelly voice rumbling from his chest.

He leans closer, his eyes still fixed on yours, and he murmurs. "Or not so loud?"

"Rough-!" "Yes." His breath is hot on your face, his tongue flicking out to trace your bottom lip, a slow, deliberate stroke of heat. A shudder runs through him as he pulls back just enough to speak. He tilts his head, and he looks up you. "You like that?" He tilts his head, his mouth only inches away from yours. A smirk pulls at his mouth, and he teases you in kind. "Rough." Menthuthuyoupis breath hitches against your ear. He shivers, his body taut with tension as his hand moves to the nape of your neck, fingers tightening against the soft skin.

"Rough." He murmurs once more, his voice barely a touch above a whisper. He pulls back slightly, and the look in his eyes is like a wildcat stalking its prey.

"You want rough." He repeats, as though it is the most obvious thing in the universe.

Meruem

His lips move against yours automatically. He kisses you with a sense of reverence so intense, you'd think you were worshipping a god in the shape of a man. Meruem's heart is in his throat. This is all he's ever dreamed of, all he's dreamed of since the day you first turned your eyes onto him. He kisses you like a dying man who is being reborn (literally). A man starving who cannot fathom having food, but here it is, right in front of him.

Just before you pull away, Meruem murmurs.

"Mine." His mouth curls up at that. He grins, but there's hunger behind his eyes, and something else too. A sense of possession. A deep, feral need to keep what is his and his alone. "Mine to devour," he agrees. "Mine to love. Mine to hold. Mine to eat if i so desire." Meruem kisses you again, this time more aggressively, as if he's trying to memorize every detail of your lips so that he will never forget the taste again. His hands, large and strong, come up to rest on your waist; his fingers dig into your body, claiming you as his with a possessive force that takes your breath.

He breaks the kiss, only to move back in, kissing you again and again. Each time, his embrace around you deepens, becomes harder. His breaths are becoming heavier.

"My Human tastes so good."

Morel

Morel is a man who is all restraint. He is meticulous, precise, and disciplined. He has a reputation as a hunter for his precise, deadly combat, but he has also been known to be a slow, almost deliberate lover.

His kiss against your mouth is slow and unhurried. When his lips part from yours, he pauses to gaze at you, as if you are a precious gemstone. Morel will look at you as if for the first time, even after months of seeing you. No matter how many times he's been in your presence, every look is like the first. His expression is always one of reverent awe. His hands are cool, soft, and steady. They rest against your face when he kisses you. He holds you close, like a flower held in a gentle breeze that will protect you from all the storms of the world. His movements are deliberately slow, as if he is savouring every inch of you.

"Morel..." His name on your lips makes his body shiver with something he couldn't have prepared for in a million deaths. He is as if carved from stone. The word that slips from your mouth as if falling from the gods themselves makes him feel like he's been touched by lightning.

"Say it again…?" he whispers.

"Morel." "You'll remember to scream that later." "Wait what?"

Neferpitou

Neferpitou shivers at the sensation of your lips. Soft. Plump. Just the right amount of firmness. When your hand cups the side of their face, they tilt their head into your hand — as though they couldn't be more content to be in your grasp.

"Was...was that a kiss…?" They ask breathlessly. Neferpitou has always been quiet, but they are so very desperate for you. Neferpitou kisses you like a drowning man, with a desperation that almost seems to consume the room. There are no words that need be said to describe this, only actions.

When your back hits the wall, Neferpitou is flush against you, their lips still on yours, tongue tracing over your teeth. Their hand reaches up to grasp you by the neck, pressing against your jaw with the same sort of urgency.

Their breaths get deeper, more ragged with want. "You're mine…" Neferpitou breathes when they finally pull back from your kiss, leaving only a few inches of space between your lips. Their thumb brushes over your lip, lingering as if they couldn't bear the thought of letting it go.

"Say you're mine, human!"

Netero

His lips are warm, softer than they have any right to be. His arms are around you, firm as a mountain, but gentle in a way that says he's being careful. He tastes of the rain, like the afterglow of a storm. His arms tighten against your back in a way that makes it perfectly clear: he intends on holding onto you for all eternity. He is centuries old— but he feels young with you. He holds you against him like a relic, a treasure from the very first second that he's made you his.

Your body fits against his, the two of you slotting together like the final bit of a puzzle. He is warm against you, his head buried against the crook of your neck, as if you are a pillow, and all his thoughts are on you. His face is pressed into your hair, and he inhales slowly, your scent filling his senses and his eyes flutter shut. It feels as if a part of him has been missing all his life, and then you came along and you fit so perfectly into his arms that all at once he realises: you were always that missing piece.

"I've been waiting for so long," he mumbles. "I'm not going to let go of you now."

Nobunaga

Nobunagas head is in the crook of your neck. He is breathing deeply, as if you could drown out the whole world with the scent of you alone. "I love you," he breathes again, against your skin. "You're it… you're all I need…"

His hand gently runs up your arm, holding you against him. He's clinging to you like a barnacle. Nobunaga's breath hitches as your touch moves against his jawline. "You're too good for me." His words are barely a whisper.  His eyes close as soon as your hand touches his face, and he's completely quiet now, save for the sound of his breath.

If it weren't for his heart beating, one would almost assume that he's dead. He's as still as a statue, as if the mere whisper of your touch could bring him shattering to his knees. "You," he murmurs again, his voice low, "you're everything. More. So many good things I'm not. You're— I would die for you. I would."

His grip on your arm tightens. "I'm lost in you… I'm—" he trails off, swallowing thickly.

Pariston

"Somebody might-" "Let them," Pariston murmurs against your mouth. He's breathless, his face a few inches from yours, eyes wide and fixed in a mixture of reverence and adoration. "Let them look. Let them see your good man; your beautiful lover." He pulls you closer, bringing you flush against him. There's something almost feverish in the way he looks at you. "Let them see that you're mine. Let them know you're the only one that matters." "But-" "But?" His tone matches yours; gentle, questioning. "But what?"

His eyes search yours, as if he's almost afraid that you'll tell him to stop— that he'll be forced to part from you, even for a second. He holds his ground, unmoving, his body pressed close to yours. Pariston smiles at you, a tender curve of the lips. It's a smile full of warmth and adoration.

It's the kind of smile that is utterly unguarded, a simple, unburdened smile that comes from nothing but love and affection. Pariston's tongue peeks out from behind his lips to moisten them. He brings a hand up to hold your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin.

"You look pretty when you're flustered," he comments. "And so flustered," he teases, his finger trailing lower down your face to brush against your neck playfully. "Are you scared that they'll think I'm taking advantage of you, my love?"

His hand slides down your arm; a shiver goes through you as his fingertips linger over your forearm. "Scared that they'll think that I'm making you mine?"

A pause, before he adds in a husky drawl that sounds more like a growl, "Scared that you'll like it?"

Phinks

"Only strong for you," Phinks murmurs with a soft gasp, breathless and trembling.

His arms tighten around you, fingers gripping your shoulders as he pulls you closer, needing to have you in his embrace. The only thought his mind is able to form is of you, of you, of you. Phinks breath hitches.

His fingers tighten around your waist. His lips part easily as his head cocks back and his breaths grow more urgent. He makes a low, soft sound as his fingers clutch tighter to your body, and he presses himself closer to you. Phinks can't get enough of this. He can't get enough of having you close, of having you so close to him. Of hearing you breathe, of feeling the weight of you on top of him.

He kisses you more roughly this time, tongue pressing against yours. One of his hands grips your waist, pulling you closer, and his fingers dig into your skin.

He pulls away and presses his lips to your neck, lips whispering against the skin.

"You drive me insane." One of his legs hooks around yours and he rolls, reversing the positions so that he is on top of you, staring down at you from above. He presses against you, fingers gripping your hips tightly.

Pokkle

"Me, shy?" Pokkle almost laughs, only holding in the sound with a stifled huff. He raises his face slowly to look at you, his eyes glistening just like they almost always do when he looks towards you. "I am not shy," he says. "I simply—"

His voice trails off once again and he looks down at his feet. He lets out a low, shuddering breath— he's never been a good liar. He lets out a quiet, breathless laugh.

"I'm not getting shy at all. I'm not. I just…" He looks up, eyes meeting yours almost immediately, like a flower seeking sun. "A moment of weakness. A brief vulnerability— I-"

He sighs. God, he is a bad liar.

"Shut up and keep kissing me." You whisper, leaning closer to him. Pokkle freezes at that order. His breath stops in his chest. For a moment, it seems he's stunned speechless by the statement.

And then, he reacts. All he does is stare for a second, and you catch a spark of something new in Pokkles eyes. "Okay," he says; his voice is barely a whisper as he responds to you, soft and just a little bit breathy.  He pulls you close.

Razor

His hands are gentle as he touches you, as he runs his fingers over you like you are pure light. Razor loves to tease you, loves to hear your little whimpers and gasps as his touch slides over you. "Did you do that on purpose?" Razor asks, voice slightly breathless as he presses his thumb over the spot were he just left his mark. "I don't believe you're this bad at practicing nen." there's a slight edge to his voice, "and I know you aren't that bad."

"Or— maybe," he murmurs— "I'm just that skilled at making you lose your focus." Razor lets his fingers dance over your skin while your heart beats faster under his touch. "You're so easy," he muses. His tongue slips out, running the tip along the seam of your lips. When he speaks again, his voice is a husky whisper:

"You're so desperate just for me to touch you."

His fingers dance along the inside of your shirt as they slip under the fabric, caressing the warm, supple skin beneath his fingertips. He kisses you again. His teeth close around your bottom lip. He nips at your mouth with more force. He gently bites and sucks and pulls until you're letting out the pretty noises that drive him crazy. When he releases your lip, a thread of saliva still connected to his mouth, he grins against it.

"You're not very quiet at all."

Shaiapouf

His kisses are soft, as if he is touching a piece of art that could crumble under the pressure of his own touch. He holds your gaze as he does, eyes wide and open, like a child that has seen something that has rocked his very world. His tongue is soft and slow against your mouth, warm and gentle like the summer sun. His body is warm as well, every muscle under his clothes as taut as tautrope. He moves slowly, languid, languid. He would not speed the pace on his own accord. He's content to worship you with his lips. His mouth moves to your neck, his lips brushing against the bare skin, soft as satin.

He's silent as he presses kisses against your throat, his nose brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. He inhales your scent, as if it alone was a sacrament he was consuming.

He moves lower, his mouth moving to the hollow of your throat. He pauses there, then moves down to the collarbone, his hair splaying across your skin. Shaiapoufs tongue runs along the contour of your collarbone. He lets it dance across the skin of your collarbone, as it would a melody on the strings. He presses gentle kisses there, moving his way back up along your throat to your jaw.

His hands are at your face, stroking softly across your cheek, your chin, your jaw. His touch is like a caress. He strokes over your lips.

Shalnark

A small whimper sounds in the back of Shalnarks throat as your lips meet. He is quick to return the kiss, as if every fiber of his being is focused on that one singular contact. He reaches up, resting his palm against the curve of your jaw, turning your head so that he can deepen the kiss.

His breath is hot against your skin, his other hand gripping your waist, fingers digging hard into the fabric of your clothes. "You're mine," he murmurs against your lips, almost desperately. His fingers tug at your clothes, trying to pull you closer. If he could have, he would have torn them from you, and then your body, so that he could have you even closer.

Shalnark tongue brushes over your lower lip, and he makes a soft sound��a small whimper—as he does so. He is desperate, and his touch is rough. In that moment, he simply wants to be close to you. Nothing more. Nothing less.

"Mine," he mumbles, again.

Shoot

Shoot melts into your kiss, a soft gasp of surprise escaping him as you kiss him, and he responds quietly, his hands hovering as if afraid to touch you. He's timid, but also hungry, desperate to feel your lips upon his.

His body presses against yours as your lips touch, and he makes another soft gasp as his hands finally touch your skin. You take his hands in mine and place them on your waist. Shoot hands freeze as they slide against your waist. His fingertips touch your hip, gently wrapping around you. He swallows hard, the sound loud in the quiet, as he pulls you closer. He lets his fingers explore your back, sliding up to your shoulders. His hands are cold, but not unwelcome. He keeps going, as if he's lost himself in the simple pleasure of touching you. "Your skin…it's so warm," he murmurs, voice a little breathless. The words are like smoke from his lips, his body shivering against yours. "I didn't expect—"

A soft noise sounds from his throat, and Shoot tugs you closer against himself, his body molding against yours like clay. "It's been too long. I've missed the touch of warm skin," he complains, leaning forward to bury his face into your neck.

Uvogin

Uvogin is in control— a gentle yet calloused hand against the sensitive skin of your jaw, lips moving against yours. When he speaks, his voice is soft, gentle, and deep- "Mmmm, I could kiss you forever." He murmurs against your lips, his thumb tracing soft patterns upon your neck, as if mapping out the shape of your pulse.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nipping, then kissing again. He's pinning you against a wall, his body trapping you against it, his hips against yours.

Another kiss, deep and hungry, tongue pressing against your lips in an almost desperate demand for more of you. Uvogin doesn't speak, his mouth busy, claiming, exploring.  His hands roam up your back, pulling you flush to his chest. "You're so perfect," he mutters in between kisses, his voice husky, heavy with a desire he seems unable to control. One hand slides into your hair, holding your head in place, his body pressing you down, holding you in place against the wall.

His lips travel down your jawline, across your neck, teeth nipping and tongue soothing in a pattern that is both maddening and delicious.

Wing

Wings tongue slips between your lips as he draws you in for a kiss. His hands grip at your body, pulling you close, pressing you close until you can barely move. His head tilts slightly to the side, lips moving at a slow, torturous pace. He seems to drink you in, savoring the taste of you. He's gentle, oh so gentle, and yet at the same time he can't bring his lips away from yours. "Please," he whispers, his voice a low growl when he pulls away just enough to speak. "Please don't let me go, not now. I haven't seen you in weeks."

Wings arms are wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you tight against him as if he'll die if he lets you go.

He presses his body close to yours, his head leaning on your shoulder. He's desperate for a moment of peace and your presence, and yet he knows that you could leave at any moment. "I won't." Wing grip around you tightens at those words. He inhales shakily, his body shuddering. His breath brushes over your neck, warm against your skin.

"Say it again." He demands, lifting his head to look up at you. Despite his firm tone, his eyes are soft, almost pleading. He's desperate to hear it from you, for you to reassure him.

"I won't leave you." When you promise him that, he releases a shuddering breath. "Thank you."

[babydaddyleorio]

hiii i hope you’re having a good day!! i was wondering if you could write how reader meets ging and silva (maybe kite if you’re up to it?) and what their first impressions on reader is and all that! you write hxh so so well and there aren’t nearly enough writers for silva and ging!! thank you so much and have a good day/night!!

❤︎

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Ging

You met him strictly by chance.

The most likely way you came in contact with Ging is when he finally decided to let loose and make his annual appearance to the world — so basically when he was drinking.

While sitting at a bar, he glances over to notice your silence and casually starts a conversation with you. A stale one-liner such as “You come here often?” or “That drink looks awful, you should give it to me” leaves his lips as he's already become tipsy.

He jokes a lot with you throughout the night, will probably read you like a book if you came to drink away your problems, and pulls you onto the dance floor if he's really had too many drinks.

Ging has a hard time getting close to others, so if he does find you attractive, it simply stops there. Though, Ging is often riddled with boredom, so if your personality does manage to intrigue him that night he would be drawn to you and want to stick around for the thrill.

It’s hard to get in contact with him afterward, but he always remembers you after that encounter. 

Silva 

Silva is hard to just... meet. He keeps his life very private and rarely makes an appearance unless absolutely necessary. You have to have some sort of connection such as being an esteemed assassin with affluence or working in his estate to be noticed by him and even then it is unlikely. 

If you were to take the assassin route, you would need outstanding talent to catch his eye. Maybe you’d meet in a business meeting, your confident posture and demeanor catching his attention instantly. He most likely already read your file and was thoroughly impressed at what he found and saw in person. 

If you took the estate route, you would have to be really good at your job to stand out to him. You would have to be skillful in combat, or if you visit his hideaway and serve him often, you could possibly spark a relationship in that way. Though, if Kikyo is in the picture, you would be an immediate target simply for being too close to Silva.

Kite

You would probably meet in an outdoor setting. Maybe Kite stumbled upon a floral shop just as you were browsing the shelves of flowers, or maybe he saw you sitting peacefully at a park feeding the birds just as he was studying the different insects in that area. 

Regardless, Kite would like that you appreciated nature. He probably wouldn't speak first because he's more on the introverted side, and if he did finally come up to you, it would take him a while as he had spent his time observing you.

Kite's impression of you would be that you were sweet, and he would be delighted if you shared the same interests as him. Overall, if you guys happened to run into each other again, Kite would see it as fate and more than a coincidence and likely ask if you'd like to go on a date with him sometime.

[animeyanderelover]

Witch s/o but with hisoka ,chrollo,kite,killua

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, obsession, delusional mindset, clingy behavior, manipulation, threats, blackmailing, murder

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @cynniical @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59

Witch s/o

Killua Zoldyck

🪀​You're certainly not going to scare him with anything that you store in your home nor with the questionable rituals you perform at times to complete a spell or summon something. Killua has seen too much shit in his life to the point where he engages you in your occasionally morbid interests. If you need some special ingredients like a heart or intestines just call him and he'll deliver it fresh to you. It is quite relaxing to be around him as he doesn't judge you for your interests and hobbies. If you have a small cottage somewhere in the forest and live isolated from civilisation he'd be able to have you almost exclusively to himself and he'd absolutely love that. As you are able to use powers not even Nen-user can utilise there should be little reason for the assassin to worry about you yet being protective is something that comes naturally with his obsession and will be unavoidable sooner or later. He doesn't trust easily and as someone who has grown up to see all types of people he is fully aware that some would very much desire to either use your magic or perceive you as a threat and would want to get rid of you.

Hisoka Morow

Gosh, he loves you. You're perfect, unique and best of all you are all his. Living in an isolated area in a dark forest has never proven to be more painful the moment Hisoka stumbled upon your peaceful home after he heard the rumors in the village. It is no secret that he lives for the thrill of fighting strong opponents yet you prove to be the most promising unpolished diamond yet. Never before has he encountered someone who uses magic and he just can't wait to see what you are capable off. He's lurking around your cottage all the time and as much as you try to ignore him, you are fully aware that by doing so you'll only encourage him to keep on stalking around to find a weak spot to use. He slaughters people who dare to intrude into the forest and drops their corpses in front of your home like a cat, jokingly proclaiming that he has brought you some ingredients for you to use in your next concoction. The only reason why he hasn't broken into your home yet is because you used seals to prohibit him from entering. Only giving him a small taste of your power... You're such a tease, you know~

Chrollo Lucilfer

📖​Chrollo is undeniably intrigued. Magic is something that has only ever appeared in fairytales yet your existence proves that there is always a little bit of truth in every legend. His Nen-ability has always allowed him to steal the powers of others if he fulfilled the conditions yet he is unable to steal your source of power. His approach is much more careful and calculated now as he enters unknown territory with you. There is so much he has yet to find out about you and your magic and he knows that it may take time yet patience is a virtue Chrollo has learned to embrace for himself. After all every moment with you is an experience he intends to savour, every word that leaves your lips another piece of a puzzle he intends to solve. You possess knowledge he wishes to claim and every little story you share with him about your own world is a story he is deeply invested in. Treasure has never been something Chrollo has limited to diamonds and gold and in his eyes you are a treasure, the most priced one at that. You fascinate and enchant him and he wishes to claim you for himself. He supposes that you wouldn't willingly abandon your lifestyle for him though, would you? Seems like he'll have to use other methods then.

Kite

🤡Both of you are able to share mutual interests as his profession and your work as a witch align. He documents unknown species to the government together with his friends and you as a watch have creatures to offer that he has probably never heard about. Similar to Killua the morbid sight of body parts or disgustingly looking things stuffed in jars and stored in your house do not deter him in the slightest. He's genuinely interested in the knowledge you have to share with him and the stories you have to tell. Kite is very cautious around you though as he perceives you as the strong individual that you are. Aware of his own obsession he has going on, he does his best to not give you any reason to distrust him. You're anything but weak and the last thing he would want is to provoke a fight with you, especially since there is still so little he knows about your magic. Instead he stays low in regards to his obsession, enjoys the time he spends with you all whilst slowly collection information just in case something should go wrong.

[faeble-drabbles]

Hello! If you don't mind, I'd like to ask for a few headcannons of Kite, Wing and the main four (aged up Killua and Gon) with a s/o who seems like they're very weak and mild, but are strong and intimidating af during battle. Fem!reader if you can please.

Thank you!! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Thank you for being the first requester!! <3 I will never not be in the mood to write some HxH <3 Even though this wont be spicy, all characters in this are/aged up to be 18+ (Also probably gonna leave out Kurapika and Leorio this time around, probably gonna keep my limit at four characters per post)

•°• KITE •°•

+ This man was HIGHLY against bringing you along on one of his little adventures. Weak or not, the places he went were highly dangerous and he would never forgive himself if something happened to you.

+ It took a lot of convincing but he eventually agreed. But you best believe he is gonna be glued to your side and watching your surroundings like a hawk.

+ Just in a brief moment of being distracted by talking with you, Kite was attacked by a poacher with powerful nen abilities. Kite was about to attack the man, but something flashed past him before he could react.

+ "How DARE you hurt Kite, you asshole!!" With that battle cry, you used your abilities to take down the poacher with ease. Which left a confused and awe-struck Kite, standing in silence. When did you become so powerful??

+ Kite snapped out of his daze when you returned back to him and started worrying over his injury. Kite just gave a smile and shook his head. Looks like he had absolutely nothing to worry about with you by his side. You had each others backs.

•°• WING •°•

+ You had been training for a while with Wing and during that process, eventually started to date as well. Unfortunately for you, this made Wing a bit more protective over you.

+ It also was starting to seem like Wing was slowing down your training a bit. When approached about it he would just give the same "I just want to make sure you are fully prepared and ready" talk.

+ You hated to go behind his back, but you had to prove him wrong. You signed yourself up against a powerful opponent at Heavens Arena, making sure the fight was as soon as possible so that Wing could not interject. + When Wing heard your fight announced, he was both furious and terrified, especially when he saw the other opponent. Did you really have to pick out the strongest looking fighter just to spite him? He wanted nothing more than to jump on that stage and stop it before it even could begin.

+ Right as Wing was considering taking action, the fight had already begun. As the fighter barreled towards you, Wing found himself clench his eyes shut tight. The sound of surprised cheers made him chance another look, just to find you beating the shit out of the other fighter. It was a complete shock to him watching his sweet s/o give such a brutal beatdown. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride.

+ When Wing found you after the fight, he made sure to give you a earful of how your actions were very irresponsible and dangerous. But once he was done, his face soften to a smile. "...And I'm sorry for doubting your abilities. You are very powerful and I can not wait to see you grow even stronger"

•°• GON •°•

+ Gon was never really attracted to people for their strength, but their hearts is what caught his attention. So when he met you, he never viewed you as strong or weak, just a good person with a big heart. And that's what lead the two of you to dating.

+ Though finding out you had nen abilities alone excited him. Gon wanted to know everything about your techniques. What did it do? How does it work?? How did you train to perfect it??? He's just in awe.

+ Even knowing you possessed nen powers, he never really associated it with you being a fighter. He didn't exactly view you as weak but he also didn't really expect you to single handedly beat up a group of powerful hunters.

+ The group was causing problems with a local villager and right as Gon was about to give them a piece of his mind, you got there first. He wasn't sure what was more surprising, the profanities spilling from your mouth or the fact that you took on all these skilled hunters with such ease.

+ You best believe when the fight is over, he's going to be drowning you in praise and even more questions. "Wow!! You keep getting more amazing with each day!! You're so cool Y/N!!" If you have not already gotten your hunter license, he's definitely going to beg you to give it a shot.

•°• KILLUA •°•

+ Similar to Gon, Killua isn't attracted to people for power alone. Yes power can impress him, but he prefers to be around people who love and appreciate him for who he is, flaws and all.

+ Which you do. You know all about Killua and all the awful things he's gone through, as well as all the good times and friends he has met. Meanwhile, there is still something he had yet to discover about you.

+ Killua had needed to get something from his home, but did not want you to get involved in any of his families shenanigans (God forbid if his mother found out the girl he was dating was in reach). He instructed you to wait a bit of a distance away from the gate and he'd be back as fast as he could.

+ After a while though you started to get impatient and wondered if he ran into any trouble with his family again. Anxiety started getting the better of you, leading you to make a trek up to the gates.

+ Right as Killua was about to exit, he nearly jumped when the gates had opened before he had the chance to touch them. And to make it more surprising, it was the 6th door out of the 7. All of his family had been home, so who..?

+ You ran through the gate and gave him a hug. "Good! I was starting to get worried about you!" Killua couldn't even respond for a moment, he was still in shock that you had managed to open all those training gates without much effort. At the same time, he couldn't help but smile in knowing that his s/o he loved so much was secretly so powerful.

+ "So you want to tell me what sort of training you've been through to be so strong? I might have to get some tips from you, heh"

[bwabys-scenarios]

HXH characters that prefer a chubby wife pt3

characters: Leorio, Kite, Nobunaga, Knuckle

!!REBLOGS OPEN!!

pt2

warning: pussy eating, creampie, face sitting, thigh fucking, sending videos, cockwarming, breeding, lactation kink

taglist: @desiray562 @lovelyxkazuha

if you would like to be added to the NSFW taglist, comment a ❤️!! make sure you have your AGE in your bio, and that you’re able to be tagged/mentioned!

Leorio

-if you think this man DOESN’T want his head squished between a pair of thick thighs, you’re lying to yourself

-oh god he’s a tummy guy, squishing and squeezing and kissing it. loves you, loves your body, can’t get enough

-loves holding onto your plush hips when he pounds into you, his fingers digging into your soft flesh!!

-likes to have you sit on his lap while he studies, but this usually turns into cockwarming

-can’t get enough of squishing your cheeks, you’re so cute and AHH he has cuteness aggression

-loves to feed you sweet treats while he holds you close. will lick up anything that falls from your lips and sometimes shove his tongue in your mouth to get a taste!

-can’t get enough of you wearing his clothes… even if his shirts are a little tight around your tummy and ass, they’re still long enough to look like a dress on you.

-loves cumming in your fat, warm pussy the most!! second favorite place is your cute chubby cheeks… you looks so cute when you pout up at him as his fun streams down your cheek 🙏

Kite

-he is always a little cold, so he likes to place his cold hands between your plump thighs to warm them up!!

-sometimes his fingers slip to your pussy, pumping his fingers in and out of you, saying he’s just trying to get warm! totally just that!

-can’t say no to you when you’re looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, your lips pursed in a pout. he’s putty in your hands

-gets you whatever lingerie you want, as long as he gets to take pictures of you!

-send videos of you playing with yourself in your lingerie to him… he’ll go feral

-boob guy… if you think this man isn’t latching onto your nipple while you ride him you’re delusional. he needs a boob in his mouth!!

-wants to get you pregnant STAT! he just knows you’d look sooo cute with a baby bump and mayhaps he has a lactation kink…

-give him kisses with those soft, plump lips of yours and he might just cum in his pants

Nobunaga

-y’all this man is horny

-loves nestling his cock between your plump thighs, slowly fucking into you while he holds onto your chubby tummy

-needs a lot of attention when he’s around. kisses, hugs, and of course some face sitting

-speaking of face sitting… he needs your plump hips gripping his face while he eats you out

-can’t get enough of your cute little sounds when he’s holding onto your hips while he pounds into your fat pussy…

-likes to massage you, but it’s mostly an excuse to get to touch your soft body all over LOL

-sit in his lap while watching movies, he loves to bounce you on his cock and watch your tits bounce too!

Knuckle

-he will carry you bridal style everywhere. he finds comfort in holding you to his chest

-so soft for you, loves gentle, sleepy sex where he lifts your leg up and fucks into you from behind

-oh please let him sleep between you legs with his head on your chubby tummy! he may just have to move down and eat you out for being so sweet to him

-after he discovers he can suckle on your nipples while he sleeps, he has trouble sleeping without it, this man has an oral fixation I just know it. he’s also fallen asleep while sucking on your clit LOL

-oh my god give him a tiddy fuck, he’s such a sweetheart, he deserves it. he feels a little bad about cumming all over your pretty face, but can’t deny it’s hot to watch his cum drip down your chubby cheeks

-you’re his PRINCESS he’ll do anything for you!! likes to pick you up and spin you around every time he comes home from a long mission!

-he’s so whipped for you, constantly dropping to his knees just to get a taste of that pretty pussy of yours

-can’t stop buying you stuffed animals, you just look way too cute cuddling them while he’s gone! and when you send him a video of you humping one while moaning his name… he’s RUSHING home to take care of his princess

[confessioncassette]

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 - 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡,

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡,

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲,

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭,

𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭.

♡

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟒.𝟏𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲. 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤. (𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 ��𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐡, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞)

Moondancers.

A truly indescribable sight.

The landscape around you is eerily quiet that even the leaves among the trees stop their movements to capture the beauty of these rare creatures. Only the lowly purrs of the large beast's rumble within your ears.

Overgrown ancient beasts that resemble a Pharaoh hound with large upright ears, a long slim tail and wing's similar to an owl; they may sound and appear simple, like a creature conjured up by the imagination of a 4-year-old to put into a children's book, but they're here and they're real.

You've studied dozens of ancient texts, truly fascinated by forgotten creatures of the past to know that what stands before you, this myth, is alive.

Legends say that the Moondancers went extinct roughly 400 years ago and 10 alone had the strength to completely wipe an entire army. Legend also states that they have the intelligence of an ancient philosopher who can speak telepathically, offering wisdom that's now long forgotten. People used them for prophecies or war tactics, and they were quite docile when trust was earned, but it wasn't given easily. They were hunted and poached mostly because of fear, but also because their saliva had other worldly healing abilities.

Although humanity told you they were extinct, deep down you knew they'd be thriving. This moment, hiding behind the brush of the forest to observe one of the greatest discoveries of modern times, was the reason why you became a Beast Hunter. You didn't even hesitate when you were hired to research ancient ruins that were found drawn into the mud in an isolated mountain range on a continent far-far away. Whether they have abilities or not, whether the texts were correct, these beasts are real and you found them.

You're careful to conceal your presence along with the shuddering excitement that dances under your flesh. There's one thing for certain though - if the pack ever noticed you were here, especially with their offspring of last season trotting around, you wouldn't even have the chance to take your last breath.

There's a new moon tonight, so visibility is low. Within the next 30 days, you'll be observing this pack of Moondancers until the next full moon. If you had translated the books correctly, this time of year during this exact month will be the mating cycle.

Cold wind blows over your face, causing you suck in a breath. Goosebumps litter your skin under the layers you wear.

Damn, of course it would be this time of year. The temperature surely dropped within the past week. The end of autumn is near and the kiss of winter's promise just nipped at your cheek. The feigning thought of if you packed enough warm clothes briefly crosses your mind. You'd think after becoming a professional Hunter you'd stop overlooking simple things like this, but you can’t help it.

You live for this.

Cubs loudly yip and flap their fluffy wings while they play with each other. It seems that even after a year, the cubs haven't developed mature feathers yet. Taking in that mental note, you scan your eyes over, you watch the adults lounge underneath the starlit sky.

It didn't take you too long to find the ancient ruins Mr. Wong told you about because it didn't seem like anyone, or anything, tried to conceal it. You doubt many people venture out over here anyways. Even so, the hike after finding the symbols took you about 10 days to find exactly what created them, since you were being extremely careful with the terrain.

Does the pack think they are completely secluded out here on this continent? You suppose so, you contemplate, mainly due to the environment. Not just anyone can waltz into an area like this unless they had a lot of experience with hiking and tracking. The ruins were found miles away from what seems to be their home. Were they nomads? You don't remember reading that detail about them...

As a matter of fact, you were pretty limited on information from what was said in the books.

Your heart thumps within your chest.

You'll be able to fill your own textbooks with knowledge of them. A continuation of forgotten bygones. After all, they haven't been seen in over 400 years, so what information will you find? What characteristics do they have? With what lies before you, they appear as simple, forest creatures.

6am.

You've been watching them all night and the sun will rise in an hour. You suppose it's time to figure out your new campsite since this will be your new schedule, staying up all night and sleeping during the day, far, far away from them.

Using zetsu to conceal your presence, you shift slowly to stand.

"Don't move yet," a low, smooth voice warns very close to your left ear before a warm hand grips your shoulder to prevent you from moving.

With your eyes blown wide in shock, blood freezes your veins over tenfold. Keeping your line of vision forward, ignoring the thumping of your heart ringing through your ears, you use your peripherals to assess your newest threat. Not only did you need to keep quiet to conceal yourself from the pack, but now you're cornered by… someone or something.

You swallow thickly and attempt to calm your breathing. You don't know if this is an ambush, or even a human who spoke to you. You're on an isolated part of a continent that has less than 0% of a human population. Alone. With nowhere to run.

Whatever it is, there’s no bloodlust, or ominous aura. If anything, the air feels still, almost calm, like it’s trying to conceal itself too. But you can;t trust it, why would you?

You flare up your ten with an unconscious reaction but the being next to you digs it’s blunt fingernails roughly into your neck.

"Are you an idiot? I said don't move." You still, neck muscles flexing to protect yourself from the grip.

With a voice barely a whisper, it reassures you. "I won't hurt you."

Bracing yourself, you slide your eyes ever so slowly to the left without moving your face.

A man.

A man, still as a statue, eyes glimmering as he faces forward to watch the pack of ancient beasts. A man, with beautifully sharp features and a strong nose - is so close to you that his cheek almost touches yours.

He’s warm. The scent of soap and pine fill your nostrils.

You feel it now, how his body hovers, towering over you in a warmth you haven't felt in weeks. Silver hair, that somehow glows even under a moonless sky, cascades over his body. He wears a blue hat that covers the entirety of his forehead.

It is strange someone would be here, at this time of day, with no suspicious aura to trigger anything negative. You can’t help but put in blind trust to the stranger. He’s only focused on what lies ahead in the clearing, with eyes that glow with something of amazement.

You relax, just slightly. His fingers release the tension over your neck as you do so in a mutual silent action of trust.

Movement catches you from your thoughts from the corner of your eye. It’s the largest Moondancer, standing to take the center of the pack. Swishing its tail through the grass like a serpent, its wings spread wide. And holy gods, what a wingspan. You wonder if they did choose to fly, if they could go at the speed of light with their anatomy. Slim facial structures and aerodynamic bodies could make it possible, you think.

You watch in awe as the being flaps its wings and chitters lowly to the others. One by one, the pack yips back, spreading their own wings before following the leader inside the cave.

Once all gone, the man slides his hand away, leaving your neck exposed to the crisp air. You turn your head to watch him stand and re-adjust the straps of his backpack. How did he know to wait? What books has he read that you haven't?

Turning to you, brilliant hazel eyes find yours. He takes a moment to scan your face before speaking. "We should make camp. We will be here for a while."

You furrow your brows and shake your head. "Wait, who are you? How did you find this place?"

With a sigh, the man turns away and begins walking.

"Didn't he tell you I was coming?"

No, Mr. Wong, or anyone on his team for that matter, failed to tell you that you'd have company. You stand to catch up with the man, but you're cautious to not walk beside him just yet. He's... so fucking tall. Towering over you with a slender form and a gait as stoic as his face and fluid as water, he has to be at least 8ft. His silver hair is a lot longer than you expected, too. Slung over his backpack, the length of it sways just above his knees.

"Are you part of a research team?"

"You could say that." He pauses, "I'm Kite. I've been working with Mr. Wong for a while. I'm also a Beast Hunter."

You purse your lips. That makes sense, you guess. He brings an unnaturally calming presence. You’re used to working alone, only being active as a Hunter for a short period of time. But in this short period of time, you were quickly aware that Hunters can be… dangerous or greedy. You avoided working with others because of that. Kite seemed open, introducing himself and offering to camp together. You weren’t used to the casualness.

Maybe you could let your guard down, for now.

When you introduce yourself, Kite doesn't react.

For the next hour, the two of you walked in silence, careful to avoid slipping on sharp rocks or losing your footing along the way. The crisp air turns your breath into foggy vapor, but once the sun peeked over a distant mountain, graciously warming your nose, you smiled. Your new found discovery was keeping you on a high. You've only passed the Hunter's Exam just a year ago and you've already made your debut. Moments like this were what you craved. Adventuring the world, witnessing sights like those white capped mountains glowing in an orange hue first thing in the morning, creating your legacy and studying to your heart's content.

You wonder if he shared the same sentiments as you, being a Beast Hunter.

And who is he, exactly?

You cringe. Imagine if he’s a famous Hunter who has made incredible discoveries and you didn’t even know it. Spending your life buried in books and ancient scriptures, that you honestly don’t keep up with things like this. How embarrassing would it be if he expects that you’ve heard of him. Or maybe he’s new to this, like yourself. Although, that doesn’t seem fitting. He carries himself well, but not cocky. He’s careful with every movement, calculated. He’s been at this for a while, but could you trust him?

It’s not just men that you have a hard time to trust, it’s everyone. Life hasn’t been kind to you. Avoidance was a comfort. The shitty people in the world actually make it easier for you to endure, because you have a reason to have the disdain. So working alone brings a sense of solace.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Kite tosses his bag onto a patch of grass. "This should be good." Taking a look around, you agree and you wonder if he's been to this side of the continent before, another reason for you to think he’s experienced beyond comparison. You could learn a thing or two with him. Every moment could be an opportunity to grow into what you’ve always dreamed of being.

The both of you stand in a small clearing surrounded by thick trees that extend to the heavens. A stream flows just to your left and there's an area of shrubs just north where you can do your private business in... private.

Rummaging through his backpack, Kite pulls out a few items, fabric and a small pot. "Why don't you fetch some wood and I'll set up and make us something to eat, yeah?"

Coming back to your new-found camp with sticks piled up to your chin over your arms, was like coming back to a luxury campsite. Kite had managed to pitch a tent and a circle of rocks as a makeshift fire pit. He even managed to roll a large log next to the pit to sit on. Toiletries, food packets, pots, bowls, cups and a few other essentials litter a large rock beside the fire pit.

“You were busy,” you place the wood down.

Digging through his bag, Kite flashes his eyes to you before pulling out a lighter.

”It’s better to live in some comfort if we will be living here a while. Here, I have a pack of oatmeal for dinner. It’s not much, but once we get into a routine we can start fishing and harvesting for food.”

Hah, dinner. So weird to eat dinner at this time of day. The sun is fully out now, warming the land.

“Well, thank you. I didn’t pack as much as you did, but I have some food to share between the two of us. I wish I knew someone was coming, I would have… prepared better.” You trail off.

Kite shrugged, focused on preparing the fire.

“Not your fault. This is my usual anyways.”

Taking a seat on the log next to him, you watch the silver haired man get to work on dinner. The warmth of the crackling fire soothes your soul, making you sleepy. You didn’t realize how cold you were until now.

“We’ll be able to sleep all you want, we just have to be there an hour after sunset. We don’t want to be there when the pack comes out of the cave, just to be safe. They could be on high alert.” He says, handing you a steaming bowl of oatmeal.

You nod. Taking his own bowl, he adjusts himself on the log to face you.

“How did you find them?”

”Hm? Oh, well when Mr. Wong showed me pictures of the symbols, I recognized them from old texts I studied a while back. I knew that there was some other texts that connected the Moondancers to the symbols, so when I came out here, I tracked them.”

”Pretty impressive. I actually found them by tracking you.”

Your brows raise, giving him a shy smile. “And how did you find me?”

”You think I would give my abilities away to a stranger?” His face is expressionless as his eyes bore into yours. You look down to the oatmeal in embarrassment.

“No, just curious. I don’t usually work with others, so I thought I was all alone until you showed up and scared me half to death.”

“You should be careful here.” He comments.

“You speak like you’ve been here before.” You look up at him, licking your spoon clean.

“I’ve been here a couple times for other research. It’s nice here, but if you’re not careful you could run into some sketchy shit.”

”Well aren’t I lucky to have you then?” You smile. The oatmeal is delicious. Warm and spiced with cinnamon.

You opt to change the subject, curious about what happened earlier. “How did you know not to move before?”

Kite finishes off his food before placing his bowl on the ground. “Just instinct I guess. Similar beasts usually rally up the herd to go to bed. I also read that the Moondancers were reported to never be out during the day. I had a hunch that they would go back into the cave before the sun came out, maybe for preventive measures.”

Creatures that can’t be out when the sun is up. It makes sense, with their name being ‘Moondancers’ and all.

“I see,” you whisper. “Aren’t they incredible?”

Kite smiles, his hazel eyes shine with that same amazement you saw before. “Yeah, I’m interested to see how this goes. It’ll be my 69th species to discover, along with you of course. It never gets old.”

You nearly choke on a spoonful of oatmeal. 69th?! He’s gotta be…

Kite chuckles at your reaction and faces the fire. The light from the crackling flames reflect beautifully over his pale skin in waves, even when the sun is high.

“This may be my biggest research project, since we don’t know anything about them and believed them to be myths. Do you have a notebook to document?”

You nod, “I have a few.”

”Very good. If you don’t mind, can you keep logs for us? My handwriting is horseshit.”

”It’s one of my favorite parts of it anyways.” You give a smile and finish off your dinner.

“Don’t worry about logging today. We had a long journey and have been up all night. I’m more concerned about us getting sleep so we can stay awake all night tonight.” His eyes scan your face, “are you full?”

You nod.

”Good.” Kite stands, stretching his arms to the sky before waving a hand to you. “Let’s go rest.”

You follow in suit. You realize that you weren’t much of a conversationalist over dinner. Heat flares over the tops of your ears, how embarrassing. There’s so much you want to say, but you’re in the presence of someone far beyond you. You’re confident in your own abilities, there’s no doubt about that, but when someone like Kite is leading the way in every aspect down to the food he prepares for the both of you, you feel… kinda useless.

Was it because you’re embarrassed of your status as a new Hunter?

Kite lifts the fabric that acts as the door to the tent and waves you in first.

The tent wasn’t small by any means, but it wasn’t 3-bed-2-bath-house type huge. The tent was cozy though and… warm.

But you immediately notice.

One bed.

“Oh.” You couldn’t help it, the little whisper passed through your lips without thinking.

A single bed made of thick wool blankets is neatly prepared to the right. Your bag next to his sat perfectly to the left. A small lantern hangs from a metal structure in the middle of the tent.

“You did all this when I went to get fire wood? For 30 minutes?”

Walking in behind you, Kite presses a gentle hand on your hip to move past you. The tent is conveniently tall enough to harbor his height.

“Well after you’ve camped in random places most of your life, you kind of get a feel for what you need and how to do it.”

“Oh,” you say again.

“I even brought you some extra stuff like toothpaste and soap.”

Your chest swells. He really does know what to do. It’s like he’s prepared for everything. You, of course, were too, but just for yourself. If you didn’t have Kite, you’d be sleeping under a makeshift shelter made of sticks and sleeping in a sleeping bag for 30 days.

“Kite, how can I thank you?”

His face remains stoic, but his eyes widen just a bit. “There’s no need. It’s what we do for each other.”

“Do you usually have others with you on these expeditions?”

He nods, “Sometimes. I used to do them alone until I met a group of aspiring Hunters. They’re smart and help me a lot with bigger missions.”

”Why aren’t they here now?”

Kite takes a second to answer, as he rummages around for warm clothes. “Mr. Wong told me that this mission didn’t cause for a bigger group. He told me that a very capable greenhorn Hunter would suffice.”

Oh. You.

“Greenhorn?” If you didn’t know better, you’d take offense to the name. But… you can’t lie. It’s true. You’re new after all.

Kite chuckles. And to your shock, Kite removes his white shirt with his back towards you. You want to turn away, to give him privacy, but, why would he be changing now if he didn’t want it?

You were greatly mistaken by his slender build earlier, because once his shirt was off, the muscles in his back beautifully ripple with muscles carved by the gods themselves. Old scares littered with newer ones trail down his back in deep hues of maroon. The slight was quickly replaced by a sweater he throws on.

“Yeah, we call newer Hunters greenhorns. Nothing bad about it, especially when Wong told me you were capable. I trust him, he doesn’t usually put out a good word for many.”

Your mouth opens to respond, but nothing comes out, so you close it. Pride swells in your chest. Your hard work is paying off already, and Kite does know that. Or at least he is trusting that you can live up to the expectation.

“Well, I’m flattered. I hope I don’t disappoint!” You grin, watching Kite pull his silver hair over his sweater.

Getting ready for bed, you opted to change outside the tent into sweats and an oversized sweater. Unlike Kite, you weren’t that comfortable changing in front of others. Using the sanitized water that was boiled earlier, you brush your teeth and head back into the tent to find Kite already laying on one side of the bed.

You shift your weight awkwardly, watching him flip through a book.

Without his hat, you get a better view of his facial features. And fuck, what a beautiful man. Bangs fall perfectly over his brow as the rest of his hair curls over the floor in silver locks. Almond shaped eyes find yours, looking up from his book.

“I-, I have my sleeping bag. Let me just grab it and I’ll be out of your way.”

Kite’s wrist goes limp, dropping his book over his thigh. “What do you mean?”

Unzipping your bag across the tent, you pull out the rolled up fabric. “I have my own sleeping bag, I’ll… be outside today. The fire is still going and the sun is out, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

”You can’t sleep in the open, that’s asking for a death sentence in a place like this.” His voice is monotone while face is completely fixated on you rummaging awkwardly through your belongings.

You pause. He didn’t expect you to stay with him, did he?

Kite continues, “I made this tent for the both of us. Why would I make a shelter and expect you to sleep somewhere unguarded?”

“I…” you purse your lips and turn to face him. “I just didn’t want to assume.”

A pregnant silence fills the tent. Your hand is still awkwardly gripping the rolled up sleeping bag.

”I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t sleep outside. Although the sun is out, it’s still cold. I don’t need a sick partner, it would make this mission a nuisance.” He closes his book and sets it on the ground beside the bed.

You inhale deeply. The bed does look warm.

“Okay, but don’t steal any blankets.” You joke, an awkward attempt of keeping the mood light.

“You got a deal.”

Kite had you laying on the side against the wall of the tent. Dipping yourself under the blankets was a caress of warmth that felt heavenly, since Kite’s body was already under them. Turning away from him and facing the wall, your eyelids grow heavy.

Kite’s body moves lower under the blankets, turning himself away so his back is to yours.

The simplicity of his warmth and presence barely touching you was enough to flutter your heart. So close, like he was a few hours ago, almost cheek to cheek with a hand upon your neck. You can feel his body rising and falling from peaceful breathing beside you.

Like a wavering lullaby, your body drifts deeper and deeper into a peaceful rest.

But before you nod off, you make sure to say one last thing.

“Thank you, Kite.”

If the slurred words of your tired state wasn’t enough to send his heart a flame, it was the fact that he’d met someone similar to himself. There’s a fire blazing within your eyes, one that he knows all too well himself.

It was unexpected that the Hunter he was paired up with would be a woman of your cabilber. He didn’t plan for this. The gnawing feeling deep within his chest tells him that you’re more than what he bargained for.

God help him for what’s about to come. For he can try to ignore it himself, but the moon sees all.

[pandahimeko]

Ahhh what a dream it would be for Kite to give me a cup of coffee everyday ✨💕

[byakuyacoochie]

Taste of Heaven - Part One

Pairings - Kite x Reader

A/N - Not a huge fan of how part one turned out but I promise it will get better!

Masterlist

[crusty-chronicles]

Hi can I request an angst to fluff scenario of having an argument with Kite? Just thought that'd be interesting. Really love your works btw Sun and Moon just💛😭🫶 So happy to find an active HxH blog too😭😭😭 thanks!

An: Bon Appetit. 😈

Kite isn't the type to get mad easily. He prefers seeing things with a clear level head. Usually managing to avoid confrontations all together. He's not very quick to anger when he's frustrated or irritated either. But when it comes to your safety, he can't help but snap a little.

Just what the hell had you been thinking!?!

You'd been contracted to study a rather large type of protected species. It was out of Kite's level of expertise, but the job promised a surprisingly decent pay. One neither of you could turn down. 

Everything started off fine at first. Watching the creature from a distance and gathering data. It was on the third day you noted it had a cub. You both promised to be extra careful from then out.

He should've known something would go wrong. Nothing ever went off without a hitch when you were involved.

The creature had left its cub unsupervised to look for food. And unfortunately for the small critter, it was being hunted by something much larger. It let out a screech seeing the predator and made a dash to the left. But it just wasn't fast enough.

There was always an unspoken rule between you two. You were observers. Whatever happened, you weren't supposed to interfere. Your job was to gather data and report back to your contractor. To let things play out the way they were intended.

However, it was something you struggled with. Kite didn't have the chance to react before you rushed forward. Picking up the cub and quickly subduing the other creature with your nen. He sent you a disapproving look when the shock had faded. Getting up from his place on the ground and making his way towards you. Your expression was pleading, preparing for the scolding that was about to come.

“It would've died.” You said before setting down the small creature.

It was always the same excuse with you. You liked to help, which inherently wasn't bad. But this was not the time nor place for that. You were just lucky this time the creature had been small. Still, he couldn't help but scold you for getting involved.

“It's not our place to meddle in-” But something had caught his eye before he could finish.

From your left came the mother of the small cub. Charging forward in an attempt to protect its baby. Instinctively, Kite summoned his ability and swung. He wasn't counting on you blocking his scythe with your own ability.

You were too naive. 

Wanting to protect the mother because you understood the animal's fury. It was only trying to keep its cub safe. It's that rational that has you forgetting another important rule. Any animal that attacks a human must be put down, or else it'll continue to do so to anyone that crosses its path.

Yet you ignored it. The beast had an unforgiving look in its eye, one that let him know it was about to attack. And as soon as your back had turned, the creature struck. Claws tearing through your back.

He was angry. Absolutely furious…But he was scared too. Scared he might've lost you. All due to your carelessness. Your way of thinking that somehow always led to you getting injured.

Which brings you two to where you are now. Kite chewing you out once you reached your hotel. Calling the mission off to take care of you.  

“If you'd have just waited instead of jumping in headfirst like you always do, we wouldn't have been set back weeks of research.” It was not at all what he meant, but he was too frustrated to choose his words carefully.

Unfortunately, it led to you becoming more defensive as well.

“What the hell's that supposed to mean!?! It's not like I go out actively seeking trouble. And you're one to talk. We would've been just fine if you hadn't attacked first!”

“If I hadn't attacked first, it would've gone for your throat! You wouldn't have moved out of the way in time.” He argued.

Steadily, both of your voices had risen. Bordering on yelling at each other.

“I'm not some amateur unable to avoid being hit. So stop treating me like it! I'm a pro hunter just like you, yet you're always underestimating me!” You pointed out.

“You're reckless. You can't take on a job without something going wrong. And you never learn from it either. You think just because you got out fine this time, you can keep repeating the same mistakes. It's hard to work with someone who just doesn't listen.”

“Then maybe I should just quit!” You shouted.

“Maybe you should!”

The silence was deafening. Your eyes widening in shock. Kite's expression quickly changing into one of regret. He shouldn't have said that. He doesn't know why he did in the first place. Trying to backtrack before it was too late.

“I didn't-” But you'd cut him off.

“Don't.”

There was nothing but ice in your tone. One that was reserved for when you were angry. When you hated something. He tried to approach you, but you backed away. 

“Just leave me alone.” You said before going into your room. Slamming the door closed and locking it.

You never locked the door.

He let out a drained sigh, mulling over what just happened.

Of course he didn't want you to quit being a hunter. You were good at your job, and he could never ask that of you. The same way you’d never ask that of him. You were just too risky for his liking. And taking as many chances as you did usually meant death…or worse. Especially in this line of work. 

You thought he was underestimating you. He never did. You were more than capable of taking care of yourself. He was just protective of you. Holding you back from doing the more dangerous things because he didn't like to see you hurt. He never wanted to risk your safety. It didn't occur to him that it looked like he thought you were inexperienced. That you were weak.

He just hoped you'd calm down soon so he could properly explain himself.

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You were angry. Pissed beyond belief. But more than that you were hurt.

Were you really that much of a liability he actually suggested you quit? Did Kite hate working with you that much? Thinking you were just getting in the way of completing jobs?

Did he really think that little of you?

Fine. You'd never take on another mission with him again. You two were used to working alone anyways. He wouldn't have to worry about you ‘screwing things up’ again.

You winced at a wave of pain washing over your back. Reaching behind you to soothe the ache. Your expression softening when your fingers skimmed the bandages covering your wound. 

The first thing Kite did when you got back was tend to your injuries. Putting all his focus into taking care of you. Making sure you were okay. 

He…always put you first.

The thought had you feeling guilty. He put up with your impulsiveness and here you were internally cursing him out. He even went as far as to cancel the mission when he could have continued on his own. 

Maybe you really were dragging him down.

At the very least, you were putting him in danger. Rushing in because of your own morals and making him go against his own. Adding yet another useless kill to his credit.

Perhaps you should quit. It'd be a lot less stressful that way.

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A whole day. You ignored him for a whole day. He'd be lying if he said it didn't kill him a little inside. You were right there, and still he couldn't reach you. He understood that you needed your space, but he wanted to talk to you. To hear your voice.

He remembers why you started working together in the first place. You hated long distance. Planning and searching for the rare days your schedules would actually line up. He hated it too. Coming home to your shared apartment only to find out he just barely missed you.

When you two were working together, everything just fell into place. Neither of you wondering when you'd see the other. 

If you quit, it'd be back to square one. If you decided to stop working with him entirely, he doesn't know how he'd handle it. Knowing the chances of you coming back to him were slim. He thinks he hates both possibilities more than you ignoring him.

He was sorry for blowing up at you. For saying things he didn't really mean. But he wasn't sorry for being worried. He wasn't sorry for caring about your safety.

He went to knock on the door at the same time you opened it. Both of you stared in shock at the other. Neither of you knew what to say. Who should speak first. Yet despite that, both of you could tell the other wasn't angry anymore. Eyes regretful with a certain softness in them.

“I'm sorry.” You said at the same time, effectively baffling each other.

It was funny in a way. How both of you seemed to come to your senses at the same time. 

Kite spoke up first, effectively breaking the silence.

“What are you sorry for? You didn't-”

“I was reckless…and stupid.” You interrupted, failing to notice the subtle way his eyes softened.

“I shouldn't have interfered.” You should've stayed put.

“I just don't like to see animals suffer if I can help it. It's why I became a hunter in the first place. But maybe that bias is why I should quit. I don't wanna hold you back.” You explained.

You were expecting an ‘I told you so’ at the very least from him. Instead, he pulled you close. Wrapping his arms tightly around you. You realized you've been craving his touch. His warmth. Retuning his embrace and resting your head on his chest. 

“Don’t quit.” He said quietly, holding you just a little bit tighter.

You thought you were holding him back? If anything, he might've been the one holding you back. He wanted you to know that he trusted in your skills and abilities. He knew you were more than capable of handling what came your way. But he would always be scared of the slim chance you couldn't.

“I only said it for my own peace of mind,” he started.

“Our job is dangerous. It has all sorts of risks and trouble. Getting hurt is part of it… That doesn't mean I enjoy seeing you in pain.”

It hadn't occurred to you until a few moments ago how strenuous it must've been for him to see you hurt so often. How unfair it was. 

“I don't ever want to lose you because I didn't react fast enough. I know you don't need me to protect you, but I can't help it sometimes. You're one of the most important people in my life.”

The confession has you melting even further into his arms. How lucky you were to have such a wonderful partner. Unawares he was thinking the same about you. You pulled away just enough to look up at him.

“I'll be more careful.” You promised.

He met your eyes and leaned down. Resting his forehead on yours.

“I won't butt in unless you ask for my help.” He swore, sealing both promises with a kiss.

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[lielittlehunter]

does anyone still read hxh anymore?? summers starting and my requests are wide open 😭 please don’t be shy

[rosazoldyckk]

Yandere! Lovesick Kite X Reader

A/N: Sorry for slow updates! I lost motivation to write for a while😅

TW’s: none :)

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter Character(s): Kite

355 words

To put it in simple words, Kite is utterly addicted to your lips.

He's been kissing you for what feels like hours to you, but maybe it has been only thirty minutes. You couldn't really tell. With kite chasing after your lips over and over again, kissing you to the point your mind became hazy and your lungs starved for oxygen, you can't process time. All you could focus on was your boyfriend on top of you, practically devouring your lips.

" 'so pretty for me, my pretty baby," he moans against your lips after he breaks the kiss, his eyes half lidded. You were breathless, panting heavily. Your whole body was buzzing and your heart was beating so loud you're sure Kite could hear it.

" 'kite...please…let me breathe...,' you manage mumble.

"wanna kiss you more," he mumbles into your cheek, kissing the skin. His hand trails down your body, stopping to slip under your shirt and caress the skin of your stomach. " can't believe your mine...get to come home to you and get to kiss you like this..."

He's rambling now, face smooshed against your cheek. His fingers draw patterns onto your stomach. By now you've been breathing steadily, though your heart is still hammering like mad. Your hands come up to run through his white hair, knowing how much he likes it when you do that. As your reward, Kite starts pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek and jaw, his lips incapable of moving away from you. And like a moth drawn to a flame, he goes back to your lips once more.

It feels like you're drowning in his love. You don't know where his love starts or begins. You were surrounded on all sides, completely enveloped. Such an endless, deep ocean you're descending into.

"more Kite...more..."

" Don’t worry baby, I'll give you all of me. All of me is yours."

[internet-rat]

Kite drabble - NSFW below cut

You are his girlfriend, and you are doing naughty things below his desk while he is on a phonecall.

Kite's deep voice flowed smoothly yet sternly through the phone as he discussed the details of a potential new ecological survey with a fellow Hunter. His attention, however, was split. Underneath the large mahogany desk, you worked devotedly, soft lips wrapped snugly around his length. Trying your best to make it really hard for him to keep a conversation. Alternating between circling your tongue around his tip before taking him as far as you could, you felt Kites cock twitch.

His hand rested casually on the back of your head, fingers entwined in your hair guiding the rhythm subtly but insistently. The sensation was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the dry, factual conversation he maintained over the phone. Occasionally, his grip would tighten slightly.

"Mhm, yes, that sounds feasible. We should consider the broader implications for the local ecosystem," Kite spoke into the phone, his voice steady despite the waves of pleasure you were skillfully coaxing from him.

Sensing his growing arousal, you intensify your actions, fingers gently massaging the base of his cock while your mouth worked the length. You feel him hardening further, hear the subtle changes in his breathing despite his controlled exterior.

As the conversation on the phone drew towards a close, Kite’s responses became shorter, more distracted. "Understood, I'll review the documents tomorrow. Yes, thank you." He finally ended the call, placing the phone aside with a soft clink.

Now free from the pretense of normalcy, his full attention turned to the beautiful creature beneath his desk. His hand guided your head up, prompting to release him from the warmth of your mouth with a soft pop. He gazed down at you, his golden eyes intense and full of an unspoken hunger.

"You're becoming exceptionally good at this, my dear," Kite praised in a low, husky voice, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. "Come up here," he commanded softly, his tone leaving no room for disobedience yet filled with an affectionate warmth.

You obeyed, legs slightly parted to welcome him between them. Kite leaned in, capturing your lips in a fiercely tender kiss, tasting himself on you, which only fueled his desire further. His tongue was deep inside your mouth, almost down your throat, and he let out a possessive moan. His hands roamed all over your body from the curves of your hips to the softness of your breasts under the thin fabric of your shirt, teasing your nipples into hard peaks.

Breaking the kiss, Kite whispered against your lips, a smirk playing on his lips, "I think it's time I show you just how much I appreciate your... distractions." His voice was like velvet, dark and promising, as he prepared to claim you once more, right there on the desk, filled with a possessive desire that only his darling could inspire in him. He gripped your hips harder as you whimpered your consent in your lovely voice. His lips curved into a more pronounced smirk, appreciating the way you so willingly gave yourself to him.

"Such a good girl," Kite murmured approvingly, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your body, sending shivers down your spine. He shifted slightly, positioning himself at your entrance, his hands gripping your thighs firmly. You were already so wet, it was dripping onto his desk.

He paused to tease your opening with his tip, groaning from your wetness. His voice was breathless as he spoke, his tip just against your opening "Fuck, darling, are you this wet for me?" Then slowly he pushed into you, feeling your warmth envelop him completely. You gasp softly, your lilac eyes locked onto his, filled with a mixture of love, lust, and complete surrender.

Kite slowly sheathed himself all the way inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix, making him shudder and grip your hips harder. He gasped "You are so fucking tight, sweetheart...". One of his hands moved from your thighs, one finding its way to your hair, pulling your head back gently to expose your neck, which he peppered with soft, possessive kisses, which turned to bites. He was feral for you, and he loved you so much. He had to mark you in every way there was. You were his. Only his.

As he felt your body adjusting and responding to his, Kite’s movements became more assertive, his thrusts gaining speed and force, driven by a deep, insatiable need to claim you, to mark you as his own. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingled with your moans and the occasional deep, approving growl from Kite. His balls slapped against you as he pounded into you now, his thrusts desperate for his and your release. His hand found your clit and skillfully caressed it while he fucked you.

"Tell me you're mine," Kite demanded, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to drive into you with a fervor that only seemed to grow. You responded, though it was hard to talk. "I am yours, Kite! I- belong to you-" "Good girl. Come for me, y/n," Kite commanded, his voice rough with his own approaching edge. His fingers deftly moved between your bodies, circling your clit with just enough pressure to send you spiraling.

Your response was immediate and intense, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm that clenched around him, milking him towards his own release. With a few more deep, purposeful thrusts, Kite gave into the overwhelming pleasure, his groan of release mingling with Lilith’s cries as he filled you, marking you internally as his. He thrusted hard into you with each spurt of his cock, leaning against your body on his desk. He groaned and bit your neck as he pushed deep into you one last time, completely emptying himself inside you.

Cradling you in his arms, he gently lifted you from his desk, placing you on his lap. His gaze softening as he brushed a loose strand of hair from your face. He smiled and peppered your face with little kisses, holding you close.

"This... us... it's right. I love you..."

[animeyanderelover]

S/o from naruto get transported to hunter and she haves powers like tsunade "kite,machi,gon,pokkle

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, stalking, clinginess, protective behavior, manipulation

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @cynniical @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59

Isekaid s/o has powers like Tsunade

Gon Freecss

🎣​When it comes to delivering a good punch Gon and you definitely share some similarities as his Nen ability as well as his main attack he has developed includes him throwing a devastating punch. Gon appears to be all supportive and nice about it when he figures out that part of your abilities align with his own, even offers to train together so that both of you can get even stronger, yet deep down he harbors a resentment that not even he is aware of. He has never been able to view himself as the weaker or inferior person when faced with someone he doesn't agree with and his biggest insecurity is not being strong enough to protect the people he loves. People like you. You are incredibly strong and talented and he knows that but unfortunately Gon is an individual who strives for even more strength simply because subconsciously he still wants to be able to tell himself that he holds more power than you and therefor is at the end of the day your protector. It is a subtly almost condescending in a way though it doesn't necessarily appear that way due to his bright grin and curious nature.

🎣​Gon has keener senses than a normal human being and a sharp perception so if you were to decide to keep your past a secret from him it is likely that he will just feel that there is something important that you are keeping from him. Gon is a curious person and his curiosity has led him to troubles in the past before so you can expect that he won't drop the topic as soon as he has a suspicion that there is something very important that you are keeping from him. He is going to bother you daily and continously about whatever your secret is and he can get weirdly intense in some moments when his patience snaps for a short moment before he returns to his usual self and covers everything up with a grin. That is perhaps why his reaction once you admit to him his truth feels weirdly disappointing as he merely asks you if you could tell him more about the world that you originally came from, wanting to know if all people in your world possessed similar abilities like you. He never even questions you whether or not you would return to your birth world if you could as his delusional mindset keeps him convinced that you are happy with him. You'd better give him no reason to doubt that belief of his...

Pokkle

🏹​Whilst Pokkle is confident in the skills he has he is by no means arrogant enough to believe that he is one of the strongest. The Hunter Exam already made him cross paths with some insane people yet all of them pale in comparison to you. His obsession already leans into a spectrum where he is prone to worship his darling and see them as someone above the common crowd and the abilities you showcase only amplify this tendency. He's never met anyone who can shatter a boulder with one finger before nor has he seen someone so knowledgable and medically talented. He's somewhat terrified yet also absolutely whipped for you due to those abilities and always very cautious and careful that nothing and no one angers you unless they want an earthquake to happen, always seeing it through to please you. Obviously he adores you but your sheer greatness puts him in a spot where he constantly questions his own worth, painfully aware that you don't even need his protection and that it is likely to be the other wax around. Pokkle doesn't want to be a burden to you though as he wants to be helpful to you in any way which is why he turns desperate, willing to recklessly sacrifice his own health to be of use.

🏹​His insecurities and decrease in his own self-confidence only increase once you trust him enough to reveal to him your secret that you are actually not from this world. If all people from your universe were even half as talented as you or maybe even stronger what is he even in your eyes? All he can do is shoot arrows in different colours, a skill which wouldn't even be enough to have you break out in sweat if he were to fight you, something he would obviously never do since he could never bring himself to harm you. Needless to say, the truth does little to boost his own confidence though a small part of him feels honored to know that you think of him as trustworthy enough to tell him the truth. Knowing the truth though also means finding out that you never wanted to be in his world and long to find a way to return to your real home, only causing another bullet to go through his heart as he realises that whilst you like him you don't value him enough to even consider staying in this world if you were to ever find out a way back to your universe. He knows he's nothing compared to you yet it only increases Pokkle's desperation. Deep down he hopes you'll never find a way back, may even tamper with your research.

Machi Komacine

🪡​Whilst Machi may look quite unfazed when she witnesses your powers on display for the first time you actually manage to do something that this world rarely manages to do to her. You impress her though she keeps any shock and surprise largely to herself. She acknowledges and respects where it is due though so she will make a comment about your abilities though she obviously doesn't shower you in compliments to give you an unnecessary ego boost. With her acknowledgement follows a caution though as she realises that you would be a terrifying opponent to have, especially since she assumes that your powers are all based on Nen which would mean that you are a hunter and for that might be a possible enemy of her and the Phantom Troupe if you were to know that she is part of the spiders. She masks all of those thoughts well though as she starts slowly and subtly prying for more information about you, your past, intentions as well as more data an your skills. Super strength and healing may not be the most complex abilities to have but Machi knows that this makes for a very deadly combo in battle, especially with someone as experienced and skilled as you are.

🪡​As sharp and perceptive as ever though she soon notices that something about the story you have told her about her doesn't add up. She has the feeling that you are leaving something very important out, something that she should know and that does stir some distrust awake within her. After all she knows what it's like to hide a secret that no one is supposed to know. Yet when she eventually figures out what it is you have kept quiet about for a short moment not even she is able to hide the shock from flashing across her face as the truth is so far away from what she could have imagined. It sounds like something out of a movie yet when she looks at you she just has a hunch that you are not lying. Machi already made theories of her own and had even started making some plans about how to handle the situation in case one of those theories turned out to be right yet she has to start from scratch since she could have never predicted the truth to be that you were originally from a completely different world.

Kite

🤡​Kite is silently somewhat terrified of your abilities but he masks it well behind his usually stoic personality. He highly respects you for your skills though and he isn't shy about letting you know that. It isn't your strength that fascinates him the most though as he instead shows much more curiosity and admiration for your ability to heal. As someone who has dedicated himself to the discovery of unknown species and has even developed a fondness for animals it is your ability to help humans and animals in pain and distress alike that is one of the many reasons why he finds himself eventually obsessing over you. You appeared lost when he met you for the first time, a feeling he knows quite well, so when he found out about your medical knowledge and abilities he was the one offering you to join his team and research together with him for new animals. He admires how none of your outstanding traits have ever led you to lose compassion or think of yourself as better. He knows well that you can stand your own ground just fine but that doesn't stop his protective nature from still keeping a watchful eye on you.

🤡​Despite his blunt and stern personality Kite is a good observer so it is no surprise that he notices the dwelling melancholy that surrounds you as soon as you are left alone with your thoughts. Whilst he does kow that this is none of his business he can't help but be worried. He doesn't bother you straightaway though and just tries to communicate to you silently that he's there for you and that you aren't alone. He seems to take the eventual truth quite gracefully and calmly but he has always had a good pokerface so perhaps he is just hiding very well what he truly feels. He's as honest and straight to the point as you expect him to be though when he asks you if you know of a way of getting back to your real world to which you answer no only for him to ask you if you would if there would be a way. He doesn't really need you to answer though, he's seen that distant look in your eyes often enough to understand that you miss your home and as much as that hurts him he can't really blame you for that. The good part of him wants to offer you that he and his team could help yet his throat tightens as soon as he tries to speak those words, his obsession bristling with the thought of helping you to leave him.