#kite hxh x reader

[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."

[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

2024 @whatyousae — do not repost, copy, translate

[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 🥹

[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"

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, delusional behavior, mentions of abduction, torture, death

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @shenryu-sama @leveyani @maggiequinn59 @hyakki-yosai

Darling is possessed

Kurapika Kurta

⛓️​Kurapika has already proven himself to be an individual whose feelings burn so strongly that he'd travel to hell itself to accomplish his objective. Your sudden disappearance is a trigger, a disturbance that jolts at his composure and ends in overflowing agitation and fear. His eyes are burning red every time the thought of your crosses his mind, flames that have never been extinguished rising to new heights as he dwells in thoughts of you. No matter how much time passes though, Kurapika has never stopped searching for you. Through thunder, rain and storms he has continued his search for you, travels far and wide in hopes of finding any clues of your mysterious disappearance. A part of his mind believes the Phantom Troupe to be at fault as they're out to target him to avenge their dead members as well as what he has done to Chrollo. After all only a few individuals are capable of stealing you away from him as Kurapika is an overly cautious individual when it involves your safety. He loses control of his emotions as time passes without finding you, his soul filled with grief, longing and the wish to extract revenge on whoever is responsible for your abduction.

⛓️​When the two of you finally reunite he finds no comfort in it though. Instead his heart is torn to bloody pieces as he has to find out that the person inhabiting your body is no longer you but a stranger who takes glee in his pain as they reveal to him what they have done already whilst in your body. Hot wrath courses through his veins as he listens, his eyes glowing in an eery red as he hears what they have forced you to do. Unable to hurt them as they are in your body he finds another method to restrain them before he starts interrogating them, using his Dowsing Chain to reveal any lie within their words. However, it is nothing short of heart-wrenching to stand in front of you whilst knowing that it is no longer you in there. He doesn't want to believe their taunts when they tell him that you are no longer in there, their malicious grin on your face making you feel nauseous as his emotions tremble within him and tears start filling his eyes. At one point he yells at them to shut up, tears escaping him as he squeezes his eyes as if to block their words. He considers stealing their ability in hopes of bringing you back but as long as he doesn't know what exactly will happen to you, he'll wait.

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎​The day you vanish into thin air goes down as a day that puts shame on the family name. The greatest assassin family, unable to find one simple person. A shameful burden that tends to humiliate the Zoldyck family to this day as there has never been a case of such utter defeat and cluelessness in their history. Illumi knows already that you could have never done such a feat by yourself as there has to be someone who abducted you yet he has no time to acknowledge the talent of whoever took you. How can he when it is his darling that was taken away from him after all? His Nen rolls through every room of the mansion in thick and dreadful waves as soon as the news have been confessed to him. The butlers who were responsible for your supervision are murdered before they can even attempt to defend themselves, needles piercing their brains before they can even finish their sentence. Driven by his obsession and his duty to cleanse his family name of such humiliation, Illumi finds himself dedicating the following years searching for you. The pile of people he kills during that time grows from year to year as an unfamiliar feeling of restlessness starts to take over as he is unable to find anything.

🤎​He's able to overpower you when you attack him though it isn't as easy as a feat as it should have been. From the very first attack of yours Illumi already recognises that there is something wrong with you as you would have never been able to move your body in such sneaky and deadly ways. Knowing that there is someone else in your body he drags you to the torture chambers and chains your body up, staying in front of you for hours until your eyes flutter open but someone else stares at him. Much less prone to caving in, Illumi actually hurts your body as he interrogates whoever is inside of you. Broken bones will heal after all and if they should decide to withhold the knowledge that he desires he will simply use his needles on them to get the information that he needs out of them. Even after he has attained everything that he needs he lets you stay chained up with a needle within your neck to keep your body from doing what they want. As prideful of his family as he is, Illumi realises that he requires skills that none of his other family members besides maybe Alluka possess and so he finds himself seeking out a powerful exorcist to assist him in bringing you back and erasing whoever did this to you.

Pokkle

🏹​His composure doesn't last long before he crumbles as the weight of your disappearance sickers through the thick layers of shock and denial and hits him straight through his heart. You were the center of Pokkle's world and taking that away from him leaves him stumbling around blindly as the ground beneath his feet seems to disappear and dizziness just takes over. He spends hours searching every nook and cranny for you with a blurry vision due to all the tears streaming down his face as if desperately holding onto the hope that he'll find you sitting somewhere, clinging to that delusion until there's nothing to hold on to anymore and he crashes into the bottom of despair. His life from that day on seems to be just a colourless blur of loneliness, guilt and agony as he cannot perceive joy in things around him anymore if he doesn't have you to share them with. Instead he dedicates every waking hour of his day from now on to searching for you. The sheer stress and strain he puts on himself greatly affects his physical and mental well-being. He grows downright unstable as he starts threatening random people, dark bags under his eyes as his nights are only filled with nightmares of your forver disappearance.

🏹​He doesn't defend himself, his bow and arrow vanishing the moment his tired eyes focus and give him a clear sight of his attacker. With no resistance from his side he gets hurt quite a bit but no bleeding wound compares to his bleeding heart in that moment. The look in your eyes doesn't belong to you, inflicting so much more pain on him then any knife you could plunge into his flesh. Ultimately the only thing he is able to do is use his own body to restrain your form, clinging to you tightly and restricting your movements as he cries and sobs for you to stop, to come back to him. For someone as malnourished and tired as he is the amount of strengh he still possesses is more than just surprising, his grip on you so tight that all of his muscles are trembling. Pokkle refuses to listen to the words spoken from the stranger in your voice, doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that you might be gone forever with your body ruled by someone else. He can't accept that, especially after all the years he has spent searching for you. He'd simply cease to exist if you would be gone forever as death would be more welcoming than living with the knowledge that his failure to protect you led to this.

Chrollo Lucilfer

📖​Chrollo's rage is much more silent and predatory, a hint of doom that slowly and gradually fills the room until every breath tastes like the promise of death and chaos and fills the lungs of everyone within vacinity with poison. Chrollo already plans the gruesome death of the person who stole his greatest treasure from him but as of now he has no time to spend his time daydreaming about his revenge. He needs to find you before that and only then can he indulge in the pleasure of slowly tearing the culprit apart. Every member of the Phantom Troupe starts searching for you as they split up in small groups and search for you across multiple regions All coups and grand plans to steal other treasure are forgotten as for Chrollo there is only one treasure he truly desires and needs in his life. Amidst all that thick rage beneath the calm surface he isn't above acknowledging that whoever stole you away from him possesses an extraordinary talent for there are only few people who would be able to pull such a heist through without him noticing. He might even start dwelling on the question of where his own limits lie so that he can analyse the limits of his own capacities and find other solutions to keep you.

📖​It's relatively easy for Chrollo to restrain you due to the abundance of stolen Nen abilities that he has within his book, black eyes gazing coldly at your body. It is quite diabolical of the person who is possessing you to use your own body and a part of him would almost like to admire it. Yet it is your body that they had to use for their little plan and it is this that leads Chrollo to calmly promise them that he shall strive to find the most creative and excruciating methods to end their life ever so slowly. He gathers the entire troupe soon after he has found you and informs them of the situation as well as the information he has already been able to get out of the one stuck in your body. The situation is far more complicated than even he could have imagined as the solution doesn't just simply lie in stealing their Nen ability. Other factors are required if he wishes to have your own soul return to your body and he needs to require those specific skills before he can continue with his plan. More time needs to be invested but he is willing to treat patience as his virtue as it'll allow him eventually to have you back in his arms and to compose a beautiful symphony of pain for the one responsible for all of this.

Feitan Portor

☠️​The quietness that Feitan initially exhibits when he notices your absence for the first time is downright unnerving as it feels like the rumored calm before the storm. His hoarse voice utters your name warningly, his eyes analysing his surroundings. If you should merely try to mess with him he is giving you once chance to return and beg for him to find it even just a quarter as amusing as you might have thought it to be. Once he has assessed that you are indeed gone his Nen starts slipping out as even the air seems to shiver in fear. From all the problems you have given him already this is indeed your magnum opus of threatening to push him over the edge. Your disappearance should by all accounts be a relief to him as it means that he has to deal no more with you yet your absence leaves a hole behind that he finds hard to fill as the hollowness seemingly drives him insane. He swears that as soon as he has found you and dismembered whoever is responsible for your sudden disappearance he will have you on a literal leash so that he will always have you within his vision. The torture he inflicts on people in search for you leaves him with more impatience and frustration behind than before.

☠️​Broken bones will heal with the right treatment. Feitan knows how the human body works, how to break it efficiently without killing someone. So when you attack him he has no trouble swiftly breaking your bones, disabling you to walk or use your arms freely. It is made so much easier because he senses that there is someone within you who doesn't belong in there. He drags your broken body away, chains you up and makes sure that you aren't able to move even an inch and attempt to do anything before he drags a chair in front of you and starts interrogating the person currently inhabiting the body that belongs to you since you belong to him. If whoever took control of your body was hoping that he wouldn't hurt them, they are sorely mistaken. In fact Feitan inflicts a lot of wounds on them whenever they don't answer a question of his or try to outsmart him. There are lots of bones that he can break and lots of nails he can rip out after all without damaging your body permanently. He very much doesn't care about any grand explanations of plans and revenge. He only cares about how he can get you back and how he can give the body snatcher a long and gruesome death.

Kite

🤡​Your disappearance is all the more shocking for Kite because it was so utterly unexpected. Your relationship with him has always been stable and healthy even despite his slightly more obsessive and protective tendencies. He can't recall any signs he noticed within your behavior that would lead to the conclusion that you left him on your own. With that possibility out of the way the only conclusion that Kite finds himself left with is that someone has taken you forcefully out of the picture and it is this idea that is quite unnerving in its own aspects. He spends weeks researching and pondering if there is someone who holds a grudge against him and who might have taken you to use you as his weak spot only to be left with nothing by the end of it. Deep down there is a silent hysteria that starts forming a knot within his stomach but Kite forces himself to remain calm as he understands that letting panic take control over his senses would only lead to eratic behavior and sporatic decisions that might leave more harm than good. The agony follows him closely though as it glues itself to his body like a second skin he is unable to shake off as he isolates himself more and more.

🤡​He dodges all of your attacks skillfully, his brain quickly going through an analysis before he arrives at one conclusion that has his heart dropping into his stomach. That the person standing in front of him isn't you. As soon as he has arrived at that conclusion he decides that it is wisest to restrain your body for now and keep you from attacking him or anyone else. On the surface he appears cold-hearted and uncaring, his touches purposefully rougher to hold up the impression that he holds no attachment or horror. Apparently his face isn't convincing enough as you start laughing in an unpleasant way that has goosebumps appearing on his skin, the short shock coursing through his body reaction enough for the body snatcher to deduct that he is only trying to bluff right now. Kite may try to hide it as much as he wants to but the truth is that the sight of your body occupied by someone else shakes him greatly to his core. There will be no harm caused to your body even if there is another mind in control of it simply because he loves you too much to ever hurt you. He will have to come up with another solution if he wishes to get any answers out of the stranger than his empty threats.

Meruem

👑​The entire palace falls into chaos the moment your absence is made apparently obvious. Everyone within the walls feels the king's rage, the feeling so unspeakably terrifying that those who get too close to him seem to age rapidly out of terror before they are mercilessly beheaded. Meruem goes on a carnage within his kingdom as he kills every human and foot soldier that crosses his path without any great consideration. They are of no use to him after all as every single one of them failed to keep an eye on you. His three Royal Servants are almost made a victim of his killing spree as well as they too failed in protecting you but surprisingly enough it is Komugi who advices him to keep them alive as she knows that they are more loyal than anyone else to him and will surely assist him in finding you. Especially Shaiapouf's ability proves to be useful as he hypnotises entire villages and transforms them into new replacable foot soldiers who assist in the search for you. Every single day that passes without any information about your current whereabouts is another day Meruem ends up slaughtering someone and each day the number grows as his rage becomes harder to contain.

👑​His Royal Servants restrict you long before you even reach their King and if it wouldn't have been for the terrifying spike within his aura they might have caused you serious harm or might have even killed you as their only duty installed into them from the moment of their birth is to protect Meruem. Instead you are only tightly restricted and locked away, or at least your body is. To everyone of them it is obvious that the person in control of you is someone else, a Nen ability which has allowed someone else to possess you and control you freely. The willpower of that strange mind to not falter within his presence is not something that Meruem intends to respect and admire though as they have unfortunately chosen the wrong person to approach him. They chose you, his darling and that is a mistake that can only be paid with one's worthless life. If we are going with the concept that the Nen user has indeed implanted their brain within you it is quite likely that Meruem intends to get rid of them once and for all by consuming their brain and nurturing his own power after he has found a way to bring you back unharmed.

Shaiapouf

🎻​Shaiapouf's rage is nothing short of ugly. Already once has he suffered a great loss due to humans and now it seems that cycle repeats itself. The wrath that emits from him is potent, terrifying enough to gray hair rapidly or even cause someone's heart to stop altogether. Entire villages are victims of his rage as he searches high and low for his darling. Some humans, those he deems to have some mild worth, he spins inside cocoons so that they may serve as foot soldiers to distract the hunters coming after him or assist him in his search to find you. All of his emotions only exist within a negative rage and always on the extremes as he is constantly going back and forth between enough rage to want to destroy the entire human race and an indescribable grief that has him crying and shedding tears for days. Shaiapouf has prided himself on his ability to serve his majesty since the moment he hatched yet here is is, failing a second time to protect the very person he has chosen to give his services to. What does that say about him? Is he simply doomed to fail at the one thing he was created for? He goes through multiple existential cricises and each one leaves him more unhinged than before.

🎻​He uses his Spiritual Message the moment he spots you, instantly sensing that the person using your body isn't you. The will of the person within you isn't as easily suppressed as he expected though which forces him to restrict them tightly yet not enough to inflict any harm until his scales have their effect and hypnotise you. As soon as he is sure that you won't disappear he allows himself a mental breakdown where he lays waste on his surroundings as wailing sorrow and searing rage clash within him. The thought that someone has taken control of your body is almost too much for the devoted servant who by now can only cling to a sliver of what was once his actual composure as his own confidence has been shattered and stomped on ruthlessly so that nearly nothing is left anymore. Once he has gained a semblance of composure he returns to your side, his mind already switching to analysing the situation. The bloodlust Shaiapouf feels is almost tangible as soon as the body snatcher talks to him though, daring to use your voice. Still, he cannot afford to fail a second time. He needs an ability to extract their Nen and bring you back, an exorcist which he can transform into a loyal slave.

[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.

[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

[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

[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 in a relationship headcanons pt. 2

NSFW and SFW Fem POV

SFW headcanons:

-He is a big cuddler and snuggler for sure. Whenever he is taking a rest from work he likes to lay on the bed or on the couch with you. The long man is an excellent big spoon. He is so warm and he smells like the forest.

-Loves taking naps together. It is one of his favorite things. He is usually pretty nervous and spent many nights of his life with very little or low quality sleep. But with you he feels so calm and safe, he gets that good sleep. Like, really good sleep. He will drool on the pillow and talk in his sleep. He always says weird shit in his sleep. "Man, there is an owl stampede..."

-Enjoys cooking together. He is not the best cook, but he learns quickly. And he can mince onions like a ninja. He is the best at outdoor cooking though!

-Loves having his hair brushed. He will return the favor. He is very good at it and very gentle.

-As stated before he is very ticklish. It is kind of funny to watch him flail around if you tickle his waist or his armpits. If you sneak up on him and do that he will make a surprised noise like "HEUHJHH!! Y/N NO!". He is going to try and get revenge, so watch out

-If you knit him a scarf or a sweater he will wear it all the time and be all proud like "y/n made this!". He is cute!

-If you are on a walk and he sees a toad he will pick it up and show it to you. Pet the toad.

-When you are sad he will not leave you alone until you tell him what is wrong. He is very stubborn, so it is impossible to stop him if he wants to comfort you. If you are crying he will hold you close, stroke your hair and tell you how much he loves you and all the things he loves about you.

-Slap his ass. He will flash you a teasing smirk and blush. He might also return the favor.

-David Attenborough documentaries and chill.

-He is a romantic and is planning how to propose to you!

NSFW headcanons:

-This man is lowkey quite feral beneath his stoic exterior. When he has been away on a mission for a while and gets home to you he will take you on the nearest surface. Makes very sexy noises when he is all pent up and needy like this. Growls and bites your neck while he fucks you deep. "You are fucking mine, y/n!"

-Cums deep inside you and stays inside you until he is ready for another round. Kisses you and plays with your clit until he is hard again. He loves filling you with his cum.

-Will absolutely lose it when you cum around his cock. His thrusts will become sloppier and more desperate as he makes you ride out your orgasm.

-Has a breeding kink like no other. If you both agree to have children he will cum inside you as much as possible. Does not want to cum anywhere else. Folds you like a piece of paper while fucking you until you see stars. When he cums he will say in a desperate and breathless voice with each thrusts as he pumps cum inside you "get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant-"

-Being on your period will not stop him from wanting you. He does not find it gross at all. If anything, he loves how slick it makes you. Fucks you in the shower so you two can make a mess together~

-It is easy to get him riled up. All you need to do is feel the muscles on his arms or his chest and tell him how strong he is, or how good he looks and he will become a needy mess.

[crusty-chronicles]

Bonus Airheaded S/O Headcannons: Kite (Hunter x Hunter)

The amount of heart attacks you give this poor man.

Honestly, he worries about you more than anything 

Please stop trying to pet every apex predator you come across. 

No, he doesn't want a closer look, so put that thing down.

Wait, why the hell is it following you around now!?!? No you cannot keep it!!!

He's not a fan of the effort it takes to keep you out of trouble. If he hadn't known you as long as he did, he would have left you to fend for yourself like a certain ruins hunter.

But the fact of the matter is he has a soft spot for you. Which is constantly exploited thanks to your naivety.

You're constantly eating poisoned berries on surveys.

And he's distressed.

Having to pry open your mouth like a dog who refuses to let go of what it has.

“Spit it out! Spit it out! It's bad for you! Hey! Don't run away!!!”

Squishing your cheeks together once he caught up to you and having to give your jaw a shake to get them out.

He makes sure to count them top, just to make sure you spit all of them out.

He babies you only when you're not out on an important job.

Otherwise, he expects you to take care of yourself. You should be plenty capable if you made it this far, and he can't afford to get sidetracked by your antics.

But when the job is more lax and less dangerous, he's putting 110% to keep you out of trouble.

“Kite I think I got bit by something,” you informed, gesturing towards your back 

And he's sure it can't be that bad, right?

Wrong.

Dead wrong.

There's a gigantic pustule and he's biting back the response of, “You're gonna die.” Instead, making you drink what he hopes is the right antidote.

You somehow got separated from him?

He's using his en to search for you. Ripping you a new one once he finds you.

“I told you not to wander off. Now look at you. All scuffed up. You should be lucky I have antiseptic to clean you up.”

He's panicking inside though. He makes it a point to put a tracker on your phone from then on. 

You broke your arm climbing to get something?

He's making you a splint and taking you back to camp. You're done for the day. Scratch that, he's sending you home.

Kite’s soft spot for you stems from knowing you since you were kids. Going back to his days in the sewer.

You'd stumbled your way in there one day and the rest was history.

He had barely come back from a food run to see you playing around with the dogs. 

Lifting them up and letting them lick your face before flipping another one over to rub its belly.

He immediately asked you to leave.

This was his home after all, he was not about to share it.

But instead of getting defensive, you pouted at him.

“No fair. You're hogging all the dogs in town. Share some with the rest of us, will ya?”

And before he could respond, his stomach growled. You looked at him with a thoughtful expression. (One of the few times he's ever seen you think.)

“I can bring food if you let me stay. Other supplies too,” you offered before gesturing behind you.

“I think that one's about to have puppies.”

So against his better judgment, Kite let you stay.

You kept your promise the next day. Coming back bruised up beyond belief. A shiner around your eye that he couldn't help but feel bad about.

Yet despite that, the small bag of food you brought was unharmed.

“I tried to get enough for everybody. Well, everybody except me. I can go another day without eating.”

He thinks you're an idiot for not wanting to feed yourself. Preparing to eat what you brought, and catching sight of your black eye once more.

He knows he shouldn't care. He's only known you for a day. You were practically a stranger.

Yet he's splitting up his portion and offering one half to you.

He’s sure to follow you the next day. Wanting to know just what the hell was your deal.

He saw you swindle a medicine bottle. Then some fruits. Then a loaf of bread. And before you could take anything else, you were caught.

Sprinting as fast as you could away with three men hot on your trail.

He knew how this ended. They'd catch you and you'd lose most of what you had.

But something unexpected happened. You turned around to pursue your attackers. Setting off your haul to the side as they caught up to you.

He was shocked to see you give them hell. Fending them off despite your hunger-panged form.

Biting, kicking, and scratching until you won.

He'd already made up his mind about you when you came back.

“I'll go with you from now on.” He explained.

“But the deal was I'd get the food?”

“Not anymore. We'll go together, okay?”

And when you two started learning nen, he realized just how strong you really were.

You knocked him flat out with your aura output the first time you tried ren.

He awoke to your concerned face and Ging's amused expression.

“This one's a little monster. They'll pass the hunter's exam with ease. Well, the physical aspect of it anyways.”

Your bond was something he wouldn't trade for the world, despite the trouble you put him through.

Where one went, the other wasn't too far behind.

You did everything together.

Lived together.

Hell, you even showered together from time to time.

There was nothing that needed to be said. He was yours the same way you were his.

Something everyone could see.

Kite has the tendency to be blunt. Often calling you out on your stupidity without restraint.

“You're so stupid, I'm not even sure there's a brain up there.”

“You’re an absolute fool. It's a surprise you've made it this far.”

But don't get it twisted. He's putty in your hands. Cooing sweet nicknames when you've been on your best behavior.

He'll call you: love/lovely, sweetheart, hun, and darling.

Jealousy? He's been with you so long that the thought doesn't even cross his mind.

You're so entwined in each other's lives, he can't see you returning someone else's advancements.

Not like they would be able to get through your head anyways.

But he does worry he'll be too blunt with you one day.

Say something he absolutely does not mean and have you leave because of it.

He's protective of you to a fault. Even though he knows you're more than capable of handling your own battles.

He just worries your naivety will get you in trouble one day.

It's a subtle form of protection though. Standing in front of you or pulling you back from danger.

Kite's patience allows him to put up with you perfectly, although he can't deny a part of him finds your ignorance endearing.

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MASTERLIST

[chiakisweets]

Does anyone have good hXH x reader stories that is very long recommend me some pls

[freaky-deaky-cookies]

-Rules-

All are subject to Changes

(As of 11/18/2024)

Will Do’s

NSFW (Implied all the way to explicit)

Angst - death, breakup, cheating, etc.

Poly ships

Male, gender neutral, and woman readers (if not stated in the request it will be gender neutral)

WLW, MLM , etc

Won’t Do’s

Rape, incest, water sports, scat. 

Gore

Anything romantic regarding children

Fandoms I write for

Games:

Baldur’s Gate 3

MouthWashing

Stardew Valley

The Arcana

Mystic Messenger

Obey me!

Dream Daddy

Homicipher (Added on 11/18/2024)

Animes:

Spy x Family

Buddy Daddies

Demon Slayer

Free!

Sk8 the Infinity 

Black Butler

Akame ga kill

Death Note

Hunter x Hunter

If you do not see your fav on here ask me! I may have seen it and forgot to add it!