Uvogin X Thief Reader!

Uvogin x Thief reader!

Here’s Part 1 of Uvogin z Thief Reader!!! It’s an upgrade to a really old fanfic of mine and I’m very happy about it! Gonna be a slow burn but a very well written descriptive story!

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You're not the type to back down, are you?" The sly voice echoed through the dimly lit corridor, a stark contrast to the chaos outside.

Y/N, the notorious thief known for her unmatched agility and uncanny ability to vanish into thin air, found herself in a tight spot. Cornered by a group of individuals who were equally adept in the art of theft and deception—the Phantom Troupe.

She had come to the auction hall to pilfer the latest set of rare artifacts, a prize that had eluded even the most skilled hands in the business. But as she held the gleaming treasure in her grasp, she felt the air thicken with the presence of her pursuers.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she recognized the unmistakable aura of Chrollo Lucifer, the leader of the Phantom Troupe. His crimson eyes bore into her as he offered a thin smile, the kind that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"You've got guts, I'll give you that," he said, his voice like velvet over a sharpened blade. "But I'm afraid you're in no position to decline my offer." The other members of the troupe emerged from the shadows, their faces a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Y/N, with the artifacts clutched tightly in her bag, took a step back, her mind racing. Join them? Impossible. But she knew better than to underestimate the ruthlessness of the Phantom Troupe. Her options were slim—join or become their next victim.

She met Chrollo's gaze with defiance, her jaw set. "What makes you think I'd ever consider joining a bunch of thugs like you?"

-^1: Y/N, a renowned thief, is caught by the Phantom Troupe at an artifact auction. Chrollo Lucifer, their leader, is impressed by her audacity and offers her a place in the group. Surrounded by the troupe, she considers her options, knowing their reputation for ruthlessness.-

The air in the corridor grew tense as the troupe members exchanged glances. Chrollo's smile grew wider, revealing a set of sharp teeth. "Ah, a challenge," he mused, "how delightful." He gestured to the burly figure standing behind him, "Take her to the room we've prepared. She'll think it over."

Y/N was marched down the corridor, her hands bound with an unbreakable Nen thread that burned at the slightest struggle. The room they brought her to was surprisingly spacious, with a single bed, a table, and a chair.

The walls were adorned with weapons and trinkets, hinting at its usual occupant's tastes. As the door slammed shut, she looked around, realizing she was to share this space with Uvogin, one of the most feared members of the Phantom Troupe.

Uvogin leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his broad chest, watching her with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "You're going to be a handful, aren't you?" he said, his deep voice rumbling through the space.

Y/N's eyes narrowed as she sized him up. Uvogin was notorious for his brute strength and volatile temperament. But she had a knack for reading people, and she could see the flicker of something else in his gaze—respect, perhaps. Or was it something more?

“It appears we are.”

"Looks like we're bunkmates," Uvogin said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate within the very walls of the room. He strolled over to the bed and plopped down, his boots hitting the floor with a thud. "Make yourself comfortable, if you can."

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Y/N took in the sparse accommodations, her mind racing with possible escape routes. She gritted her teeth, refusing to let the fear show on her face. "I'd rather not get too cozy with the enemy," she spat, her eyes never leaving his.

Uvogin chuckled, his amusement clear despite his gruff demeanor. "You've got spirit," he said, his eyes glinting with something akin to admiration. "But you're not going anywhere until Chrollo says so." He leaned back, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword. "But don't worry, I won't bite—unless you ask nicely."

The days turned into a tense dance of cat and mouse. Y/N tried to maintain her distance from Uvogin, but the confined space made it near impossible. She watched him, studied his every move, looking for weaknesses she could exploit. But every time she thought she had found one, he'd catch her eye and give her a knowing smirk, as if he could read her thoughts.

Uvogin, for his part, was surprisingly courteous. He never laid a hand on her, except to unbind her when she needed to eat or use the facilities. He'd even bring her food, though it was always cold and tasteless, a stark reminder of her captivity.

The other troupe members would come and go, trying to persuade her to join their ranks with various tactics—from sweet-talking to outright threats. But she remained firm, her resolve unshaken.

. Uvogin's courteous behavior surprises her, and she remains unshaken by the Phantom Troupe's attempts to recruit her.

Nights were the hardest. The silence was deafening, filled only with the occasional snore from Uvogin and the distant echoes of the city outside. She'd lie there, her mind racing with thoughts of escape, her body tense and ready to spring into action at the slightest sound.

But each night, she'd also find her gaze drawn to Uvogin's silhouette in the moonlight, his chest rising and falling steadily. There was something almost…comforting about his presence, despite the danger he posed.

One evening, unable to stand the incessant whispering of her thoughts, she spoke up, breaking the heavy silence. "Why do you guys want me so badly?" she asked, her voice low and measured.

Uvogin stirred from his position, his eyes opening lazily. "You've got potential," he said, his voice gruff with sleep. "Chrollo sees something in you that could be…useful."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I'm not a tool to be used," she retorted, trying to keep the tremor of fear out of her voice.

Uvogin sat up, his gaze intense. "You're not just any thief," he said, his tone serious. "You've got a reputation, and not just for your skills. You're…different.".

Y/N felt a twinge of annoyance at his perceptiveness. She had worked hard to keep her emotions in check, to never let anyone see past her tough exterior. Yet here she was, confined with a man who could potentially crush her with his bare hands, and he was peeling back layers she had kept hidden for years. "What do you mean, different?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

Uvogin leaned against the headboard, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. "You've got guts, y/n," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "But it's more than that. There's a…spark in you. A fire that refuses to be put out, no matter the odds." He paused, studying her in the moonlit room. "The troupe needs that kind of spirit."

Y/N scoffed, trying to ignore the warmth that his words kindled within her. "Flattery won't get you anywhere," she said, turning away to face the wall. But his words had planted a seed of doubt in her mind. Was she really so special? Or was this just another ploy to get her to comply?

The days grew longer, the tension in the room thickening with each passing hour. Y/N felt a strange pull towards Uvogin, a confusing mix of fear and attraction. She would catch herself watching him when he wasn't looking, studying the way his muscles moved as he sharpened his nails—his own brand of Nen. His eyes, though fierce, held a gentleness that seemed at odds with his reputation.

“Goodnight Uvogin.” Y/n promptly flipped her body to face the other direction. “Goodnight y/n!!” His voice boomed with happiness

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One night, unable to sleep, she found herself staring at the tattoo on his chest, a symbol of the Phantom Troupe. It was intricate, almost mesmerizing. "What's it like?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Being in the troupe?"

Uvogin's eyes narrowed, sizing her up. "It's family," he said, his voice gruff. "We watch each other's backs, share our spoils, and fight together. We're not just a bunch of thieves and murderes. We're something more."

Y/N rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand. "And what makes you think I'd fit in?" she asked, her voice a challenge.

Uvogin's gaze softened, and for a moment, she saw a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes. "You remind me of someone," he murmured, almost to himself.

"Someone who didn't take crap from anyone, no matter how powerful they were."

The room grew quiet again, and Y/N felt the weight of his stare. She knew he wasn't just referring to her skills; there was something personal in his words.

"Someone from your past?" she ventured, curiosity piquing.

Uvogin's expression remained stoic, but she could see the flicker of memory in his eyes. "Someone I cared about," he admitted. "Someone who didn't make it out of this life."

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken understanding. Y/N knew all too well the pain of loss and the cost of the life they led. For a moment, she allowed herself to feel a flicker of something other than defiance—sympathy.

"I'm sorry," she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Uvogin's gaze sharpened, as if surprised by her sudden show of emotion.

A moment later, she felt his hand on her shoulder, gently turning her to face him. "Don't be," he said, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. "It's the life we chose."

Y/N looked into his eyes, seeing the weight of his words. For the first time, she saw the man behind the moniker, the pain and the loyalty that had driven him to this path. It was a stark reminder that even in a world of thieves and killers, there were moments of humanity.

"Why do you stay with them?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Uvogin's hand lingered on her shoulder, his gaze searching hers. "Because," he began, his voice rough with emotion, "they're all I've got." He paused, his eyes flickering with something that looked almost like regret. "We're all lost souls, Y/N. Bound together by a thread of fate that none of us can cut. Besides I love violence, and making people feel pain.” His chuckles boomed with mischievously at his confession.

Y/N felt a pang of something unfamiliar—sympathy, perhaps—for this man who had become both her jailor and her confidant. "What was her name?" she asked softly.

Uvogin's expression grew distant, his eyes glazing over as he spoke her name. "Evangeline" he said, his voice thick with unspoken sorrow. "She was…special. Like you."

Y/N sat up, her curiosity piqued. "What happened to her?"

Uvogin's expression hardened, his grip on the covers tightening. "She was taken from us," he said, his voice a low growl. "By someone who didn't understand what family truly means."

"I'm sorry," she said again, the words feeling inadequate.

Uvogin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "We all have our reasons for being here," he said, his voice barely above a murmur. "But maybe, just maybe, we can find something more than just survival together in this life of murder, violence and thievery."

Y/N felt her walls cracking, the defiance she had clung to for so long slowly giving way to a strange sense of camaraderie. She didn't dare to hope, but the thought of belonging to something, to someone, was tempting.

Their eyes remained locked, the tension between them no longer just hostility, but something more complex, something that made her heart race in a way that had nothing to do with fear. Without warning, Uvogin leaned in, his breath warm against her face, and for a moment, she thought he was going to say something else.

But instead, his lips met hers, the kiss firm and demanding, yet not without a hint of tenderness.

Y/N was taken aback, her mind reeling from the suddenness of it all. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she found herself responding, her body moving of its own accord as she leaned into the embrace. “Uvo~”

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, the beat of his heart pounding in sync with hers. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires, of two souls finding an unexpected kinship in a world that offered them little warmth.

The kiss deepened, Uvogin's grip tightening, his hand tangling in her hair. Y/N could feel the strength in him, the power that made him feared throughout the underworld. But there was something else there too, something that made her heart flutter—the gentleness that lay beneath the hardened exterior. It was a contradiction that intrigued her, a softness she hadn't anticipated finding in this place.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Uvogin searched her eyes, looking for something she wasn't quite ready to give. "I've been thinking," she said, her voice a little shaky. "Maybe…maybe Chrollo's offer isn't so bad."

The room was still, the air thick with the weight of their shared secret. Uvogin's gaze searched hers, looking for any hint of deceit. "You'd really consider joining us?".

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of her decision. "I can see the bond you all share," she said, her voice steady. "And maybe…maybe I could find a place among you."

Uvogin's expression was unreadable, his hand still resting on her shoulder. "You're not just saying that to get out of here, are you.?" he asked, his tone a mix of hope and skepticism.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "No," she said, the word coming out stronger than she expected. "I've seen how you all are together. You're not just a bunch of thieves—you're a family."

Uvogin studied her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers. Then, slowly, a smile began to spread across his face. "Welcome to the Phantom Troupe," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "You're going to need a new name though."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "A new name?" she echoed, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Uvogin nodded, his smile growing wider. "Yeah, everyone in the troupe has one. It's part of our identity. What do you want to be called?"

Y/N took a moment to ponder, her heart racing. This was a significant step, a declaration of her new allegiance. "How about 'Phantom Thief'," she suggested, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

Uvogin chuckled, the sound rumbling through the room. "I like it," he said, his eyes lighting up with approval. "It's got a ring to it."

The days that followed saw a shift in the dynamics of their captor-captive relationship. Y/N, now considering herself the Phantom Thief, began to open up to the other members of the troupe. They were an eclectic bunch, each with whose needles could slice through anything with ease;

Shizuku, the stoic and mysterious member who was unique. Her weapon being a vaccum that could suck up anything.

Machi, a radiant girl who was deadly as she was friendly.

, strikingly lesbian, yet a femme fetal who was as unpredictable as the tides;

, whose fiery aura and torturing blade skills were as mesmerizing as they were terrifying. Shalnark and phinks were very accepting and fun to be around.

Nobunaga, Uvogin best friend was chill, deftinkeu high all the time too!

Their banter, their inside jokes, their shared meals—it all started to feel eerily familiar. Y/N found herself warming up to them, their rough exteriors hiding hearts that were fiercely loyal to their own. And then there was Chrollo, the enigmatic leader with the eyes of a predator and the mind of a chess master. He watched her with a mix of amusement and scrutiny, as if she was a puzzle he hadn't quite figured out yet.

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One evening, as the troupe gathered in their makeshift headquarters, Y/N approached Chrollo, her eyes meeting his unwavering gaze. "I've been thinking about your offer," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Maybe I could get used to this life."

Chrollo's smile grew, his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ah, the Phantom Thief decides to join the fray," he said, his tone light and teasing. "Welcome, my dear. We're thrilled to have you with us."

The next day, to Y/N's surprise, Chrollo suggested a shopping spree as a way to celebrate her newfound allegiance. "A little treat before the real work begins," he said with a wink.

The troupe split into two groups—the girls and the boys—each with their own set of goals. Y/N, Machi, and Pakunoda set off into the bustling streets of the city, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They darted in and out of stores, their laughter echoing through the alleyways as they tried on ridiculous outfits and poked fun at each other's choices.

Machi found a pair of gloves that she claimed would perfectly complement her Nen abilities, while Y/N's eyes widened at the sight of a sleek, black jumpsuit that seemed tailor-made for her new identity.

Pakunoda, ever the fashionista, held up a garish hat with a wide brim. "What do you think?" she asked, her cheeky grin lighting up her face.

Machi giggled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "It's definitely…something," she said, holding it atop Y/N's head. "But maybe not for a Phantom Thief."

Pakunoda pouted playfully, snatching the hat away. "Fine, more for me then," she said, plopping it onto her own head and striking a pose. The three of them burst into laughter, the tension of their usual missions temporarily forgotten.

Meanwhile, the boys had taken a more laid-back approach. Uvogin, Feitan, and Phinks lounged in a nearby café, sipping coffee and watching the world go by.

Hisoka, ever the flamboyant one, had insisted on tagging along, his eyes scanning the crowd for potential…companions. More so children. "So, what do you think of our newest recruit?" Feitan asked, his tone casual as he stirred his drink.

Uvogin's gaze drifted to the memory of their stolen kiss, his expression unreadable. "She's got potential," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But she's still got a lot to learn."

“I think she’s a great woman, one id love to battle once more. Yet she holds not a candle to my Illumi~” Hisoka interjected. “What do you mean once more?” They asked the clown.

“we fought once, she took my precious Gon~ Away from me.” He pouted a bit. “Although I do say, it was quite ravishing.” “Why didn’t you say anything about this sooner hispka?” “It wasn’t in my best interes~” his face distorted into a lustful smile.

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The shopping spree continued, with the girls trying on everything from flashy jewelry to tight leather pants. They giggled and whispered conspiratorially, sharing stories of their past heists and the thrills of outsmarting their marks. Y/N felt a strange sense of belonging, as if she had finally found her tribe.

"So, Phantom Thief," Machi began, holding up a pair of fingerless gloves that were adorned with silver studs, "What's your specialty?"

“I’m a jack of all trades, but my best specialty would be my hand to hand combat. I possess the ability to deduce one’s pressure points. But it doesn’t work on people as advanced as you bunch.” She laughed at her words.

Machi's eyes widened in admiration. "Wow, you're like a real-life cat burglar," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "Maybe you could teach me a few tricks."

Pakunoda leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "Yeah, I've always wanted to learn how to manipulate pressure points! Mind reading is only as far as anything goes.” she said, her eyes shining with excitement. "Imagine the kind of mischief we could get into!"

The three of them shared a knowing smile, the kind that spoke of shared secrets and future escapades. They left the store, their arms laden with bags filled with their new treasures. The city lights reflected off the various weapons and gadgets they had managed to 'acquire' along the way.

It was a strange juxtaposition—the laughter and camaraderie of friends on a shopping trip, all while planning their next heist.

As they meandered through the crowded streets, the girls couldn't resist the allure of a street performer's sleight of hand. Y/N watched, her eyes narrowed as she tried to discern his secrets. "Amateurs," she murmured under her breath, earning a smack on the arm from Machi.

But amidst the chuckles and gasps of the crowd, she heard a familiar voice, one that sent a jolt of recognition through her. "Yo, that's the thief from Yorknew!" It was Gon, his youthful exclamation cutting through the din.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she turned to see the young boy, now older and more seasoned, standing alongside his friends—Killua, Leorio, and the stoic Kurapika. Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for her pocket where she kept her lockpicks. Had they come to apprehend her? Or were they just here by coincidence?

Gon's eyes lit up with excitement as he rushed over, his friends following closely behind. "It's really you!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with the same enthusiasm she remembered. "Wow y/n , You're even more amazing than I thought!"

Y/N's hand froze over her pocket, her heart racing. She had hoped to avoid this confrontation, but it seemed fate had other plans. "Hi, guys," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Long time no see."

Gon's grin was as wide as she remembered it, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We never got a chance to thank you for what you did back in Yorknew," he said, his eyes searching hers. "You saved us from that crazy guy—Hisoka!"

Y/N felt a twinge of anxiety. How much did they know? Did they recognize her as the thief she had been that night? She forced a casual smile. "It was nothing," she said, her heart hammering in her chest. "Just a little…adventure."

Killua's eyes narrowed, his sharp instincts picking up on the tension. "You're not in trouble, are you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. "No, no trouble at all," she said, her smile forced. "Just out for a little…shopping spree."

Leorio eyed the bags in their hands, his gaze shrewd. "Looks like you're going all out," he said, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Y/N forced a laugh, her heart racing. "Just living life to the fullest," she said, trying to keep her cool.

But Kurapika's gaze was unyielding, his scarlet eyes piercing through the facade. "Is that so?" he said, his tone measured. "You seem to have changed a bit since we last met."

Y/N felt the weight of his scrutiny, her heart pounding in her chest. She had hoped to keep her past life a secret from them, but it seemed fate had other plans. "You guys have changed too," she said, trying to deflect. "You're all so…grown up."

Gon's grin didn't falter. "Thanks," he said, puffing out his chest. "We've had our fair share of adventures."

Leorio leaned in, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So, what brings you to the city?" he asked, his gaze flicking to the bags they held.

Y/N's mind raced. She couldn't tell them the truth—not about the Phantom Troupe, not about her new life as a member of the notorious group. "Just passing through," she said, her voice a tad too bright. "You know how it is with the life of a thief."

Killua's gaze sharpened, his instincts on high alert. "Y/n, you’re not in trouble with any hunters, are you?" he asked, his eyes darting around the area as if searching for signs of pursuit.

Y/N's pulse quickened, her mind racing for a plausible lie. "No, nothing like that," she assured him, her voice steady despite the rising panic. "I've just been…keeping busy."

Before she could say more, Uvogin's formidable presence appeared beside them, his eyes scanning the group with a hint of suspicion. "Looks like you've made some friends," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Y/N's heart sank. She had hoped to avoid this. "Guys, this is Uvogin," she said, her voice tight. "He's…an old acquaintance."

Gon's eyes widened with recognition. "Oh, you're with the Phantom Troupe!" he exclaimed, his excitement unabated. "That's so cool! Me and killua have already met them!!”

Y/N shot Uvogin a panicked look, but his expression remained unfazed. He simply nodded in greeting to the group of hunters. "We've got to get going," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "The city has more than enough to keep us busy."

Gon and his friends looked at each other, a mix of excitement and wariness crossing their faces. "Ah, right," Gon said, his smile faltering slightly. "We've got some exploring to do too."

Leorio stepped forward, his gaze still locked on the Phantom Troupe members. "It's been great seeing you again," he said, his voice a tad forced. "But we should let you get back to your…shopping."

Y/N nodded, her smile tight. "Yeah, we've got a lot to do," she agreed, hoping they would take the hint.

Machi and Pakunoda stepped in, sensing the tension. "Come on, Phantom Thief," Machi said, tugging at her arm. "We've got to get back before the boss starts to worry."

Their eyes met, and Y/N knew she had to play along. She took a deep breath and nodded, turning back to Gon and his friends. "It was great seeing you all," she said, her voice genuine despite the fear bubbling inside her. "But we really should get going."

Gon looked crestfallen, but he nodded. "Yeah, we've got a lot to do," he said, his eyes still sparkling with excitement. "Maybe we'll run into each other again."

She hoped they wouldn’t. For kurapikas scarlet eyes had awoken in that ver moment, if anything they both could’ve been killed on the spot. If she ran into him again, or with another phantom troupe member they’d be fucked.

It really was a mess, but at least of all people, she had Uvogin.

**Title: Seven Minutes in Heaven**

Short little fan fiction about Gon x Killua confessing their feelings in a game of seven minutes in heaven! There is Leorio x kurapika content too, but more so them being in love and supporting parents!

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The dimly lit room was buzzing with excitement and nervous energy. It was a typical night for the group of friends, but tonight felt different. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken feelings, especially between

a certain pair: Gon Freecss and Killua Zoldyck. They’d navigated countless challenges together, yet this simple game of “Seven Minutes in Heaven” brought the most formidable challenge of all: vulnerability.

Leorio and Kurapika sat together on the couch, their fingers intertwined. They’d long since settled into a comfortable relationship, and while they teased their friends about their obvious crushes, they couldn’t help but hope that Gon and Killua would finally take the leap.

“Kurapika, do you think it’ll happen today?”

“Maybe Leo~”

“Let’s hope, it’s getting tiring seeing them all shy.” “LEORIO!” Kurapika playfully smacked his arm.

“Alright, everyone!” Leorio announced, his voice cheerfully cutting through the ambient chatter. “If we’re going to play this, we need to set some ground rules. Only the brave shall proceed into the ‘heaven’ of that closet!”

“Don’t you dare call it that.” Killua rolled his eyes, suppressing a grin. His gaze instinctively flicked to Gon, whose excited smile made his heart race. Maybe tonight would unveil the feelings they’d both kept buried.

“Let’s get started!” Kurapika clapped his hands, his anticipation palpable. “We’ll draw names randomly, and everyone must take their turn. But… let’s keep Hisoka out of it, alright?”

Gon chuckled, but there was a tinge of worry in his eyes. Hisoka was unpredictable, and the thought of him alone with either himself or Killua made Gon's stomach churn

“Why not? I promise to behave!” Hisoka chimed, appearing out of nowhere, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. The flamboyant clown had a knack for drama, and the tension skyrocketed as he licked his lips, clearly reveling in the suspense.

“I think our odds of survival decrease significantly if Hisoka is part of the game,” Killua mumbled, his expression tinged with anxiety. “Babs, stop scaring the children.” Illumi interjected.

The games began, laughter and giggles punctuating the room as each participant disappeared into the closet for their seven minutes.

Kurapika and Leorio emerged first, their cheeks flushed, and their smiles a mix of triumph and giddiness.

“Leorio, it’s our turn what should we do.” “I think you know what, Kurapika.” “Do I~” his words were interjected by Leorio pulling Kurapika into a steamy kiss. “Leo..” Pika whispered.

The two emerged out of the closet looking flushed and slightly disheveled. “Oh my God, how unholy of you two~” Hisoka teased.

*CHROLL DESCENDS FROM THE HEAVENS*

“AH WHAT THE FUCK!” Killua screeched. “Did somebody call me?” Chrollo spoke. “Bitch get out of my house!” Kurapika responded. “

Pretty Kurapika, don’t be so mean to me.”

“HE’S TAKEN. IM GONNA KILL YOU!” Leorio charged at him.

“I think that’s my cue to leave, see you around Kurta~”

*Chrollo descends to hell*

“That was random as hell.” Illumi says while wheezing.

Finally, it was Gon’s turn to draw. “I got killua!! Yay come on.” “Baka! Don’t be so giddy.” Killua said blushing.

The rest of the group watched in anticipation, particularly Leorio and Kurapika, who were practically bubbling over with hope.

Just as the two boys stepped into the closet, the door creaked ominously. The moment it clicked shut, the familiar warmth of a shared space surrounded them. Time seemed to stretch, distorting their senses as they stood close yet uncertain.

“Um… so, what should we…” Gon began, his voice barely a whisper, filled with exhilaration and nerves.

, Hisoka swung open the door of the closet, a wide grin on his face. “I couldn’t help it! I need to protect my little Gon from… bad influences!” His tone dripped with mischief, eyes sparkling as they landed on Killua.

“Don’t you dare put your hands on him!” Killua growled, already outside of his comfort zone. The threat of Hisoka brought forth a primal urge to protect.

“Really? I just want to play!” Hisoka twirled, making a mock bow. “Is it so wrong for me to want to spend time with my favorite boy?”

. He glanced at Killua, who looked ready to unsheathe a blade at a moment's notice. The tension was palpable, a powder keg just waiting for a spark. “Killua it’s ok!”

“Hisoka, you have no right to barge in here,” Gon said firmly, surprising even himself. “You need to back off.”

“Look at you, so brave!” Hisoka laughed, unfazed. “But let’s see how brave you are alone — and how long Killua will stand by!”

Just then, Illumi stepped forward, his presence a cold shadow looming over them. “You should leave my brother alone, Hisoka.” His voice was low and menacing, and the room instantly quieted, tension thickening the air.

Startled, Hisoka held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright! I was merely playing a game!” With a flourish, he stepped back, practically skipping away from them.

The closet door finally closed behind them again, sealing Gon and Killua in their moment. The silence stretched, heavy with half-formed thoughts. It was then Gon mustered the courage to break the ice.

“Killua, I…” Gon’s voice trailed off, the raw honesty flickering between them like a flame.

“I feel the same. I’ve always felt the same.” Killua took a step closer, their hearts now racing in rhythm. “But I didn’t know how to say it.”

Gon smiled—this was the moment he had yearned for. “Maybe we don’t have to say it. Maybe we just have to understand it.”

With that, they leaned closer, the past few moments fading away in the glow of their realization. The world outside melted into insignificance as they shared a whisper that only they could hear, the door of the closet forgotten.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the room outside, Leorio grinned at Kurapika, relief washing over them like a tide. Their friends had finally started to piece together the puzzle, and with his eyes on Illumi, Kurapika hoped that perhaps tonight, darkness would stay at bay.

“We knew it Kurapika, today was the day!!” He squeezed the blonds hand tighter. “They did it.”

As the minutes passed, their prayers echoed in silence, wishing for a world where love, no matter how complicated, could always shine brightly in dark corners, just like the love blossoming in the closet between Gon and Killua. And in a moment, the world outside would be forever changed.

Retsu x fem reader Headcanons

a/n- I’ve done a headcanons before and you may or may not have ever see it but heads up I’m using some old material! Just adding to it … I hope you enjoy this!

-The Great Sea King retsu- an amazing kenpo and kung fu martial artist

-Y/n: Just moved to Japan a few years ago from an island in the Caribbean

-Who would’ve thought these two would end up in a beautiful love story?

HOW YOU MET-

Retsu had always come in first place at the annual shinshinkai held cooking competition

Not only did it make him look good, but gave him a sense of pride knowing that he was great at something other than fighting and self control (lmao)

When You see the flyers for the event you just know you have to win

You make Alcapurrias, Plátanos, and rellenos de papas: something this competition had never even seen before

It was safe to say you topped retsu by a landslide

-This man was dumbfounded but still was a great sport and congratulated you. He even asked to try your cooking!

You could instantly see his face light up at the flavor and crunchiness of everything

He asked if you wanted to exchange numbers from that point on

(Was tryna wife you up fast fr fr- you can cook and he thinks your beautiful like come onnn)

Texted you a bit dry, but this man is older like 30 so can’t blame him

He’s also extremely old fashioned, so when he asked you on your first date, he wanted it to be in person

-Retsu seems like the man to take you out to a nice restaurant or a picnic at the park

-Refused to kiss you because he thought it insulted your dignity on the first date

(He defo makes up for it later tho NGL)

-When he asked you to be his girlfriend he took you to a ginormous field of dozens of types of flowers

-He wanted it to be beautiful and special to both of you

RANDOM THINGS BOUT YOU BOTH

-This man loves back rubs like no other

-He enjoys the feeling of your soft hands caressing his skin wayyy more than he wants to admit to anyone ever

-Loves giving you back rubs too however and massages

-Once again this man just can’t get enough of you once your both Dating and comfy with each other

-Gives you soft quick pecks on the cheek or lips but when he’s really feeling it he’ll drive deeper into it

-You: On the topic of your culture vs his such as the food, you practically had to force him to Latin dance with you

-At first you taught him meringue, then salsa , and finally your personal favorite, bachata

-You’d think Sea King Retsu over here would have two left feet but he got some good rhythm and compliments you very well

-On the topic of compliments he loves those especially on little things about him - He’s prideful not vain

SEXUAL TOPICS- MDNI!!

you made the first sexual move on him since he thought he’d come off as too lustful

this man isn’t very experienced since all he’s ever done is just fight, but he knows what he’s doing and how to do it

Loves holding your hands above your head and intertwining your fingers too

As he thrusts into you he’ll kiss you passionately

*Sweet talks saying things like

“Your taking it so well baby”

“I love you so much you know.”

James norrington x reader

sex with the commodore

It has been around two weeks after mine and Mr James norrington wedding, making me a Norrington! . The wedding ceremony was small with a blue theme to match my dress and his custom tailored commodore suit.

The guest list included some town folk as painters and caterers, his mother, and of course my best friends William and Elizabeth turner for I had been pirating with them for years now. Luckily but unsurprisingly my older brother Captain jack sparrow and my father Blackbeard walked me down the aisle, and after our vows jack left on his ship with the crew I’d known for so long because they were being chased by the French. “Goodbye love, and treat my sister well commodore, or else I will hunt you down like you've done me. This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow.”

and with that he swung off on a rope much like my father who after congratulating me and giving a “talk” to James, vanished into thin air.. it’s really his thing. Everything was going great but I felt some tension between us. Sexual tension.

After the commodore comes home-James you’re home! How was your day?” “Better now that I’ve Seen you Mrs y/n norrington. I’ll never get over that. How did I bag someone like you? and to think a pirate!” “The feeling is mutual james. I truly love you Mr commodore, and ‘to think you chased me as much as I chased you.

A high class man head over heels .” He chuckled and replied “Love you to y/n,” and engulfed me in a kiss. I decided to make my move later in the night and ask if he wanted tea and bread with butter with me. He obviously obliged my homemade bread. I had rum secretly and he noticed as when I set down my tea cup he inspected it.

“What is this dear?” “Nothing… fine. Well old habits die hard ok? He granted me a smile and said “that’s quite all right. I know just the feeling.” In the bed- “James honey?” “Yes y/n?” “I’ve been noticing some tension between us… I hope to fix it..” “ I know exactly what you’re talking about.” I suddenly blurted out “I’m a virgin!” James got extremely close to my ear, so close I could feel his breath which sent a tingle in my body and said “Looks like I get to be the first dear.. To make you mine and only mine.”

He got on top of me and cupped my cheek softly with his hand and looked seemed to look at me with lust in his eyes. As he engulfed us in a fiery passionate kiss I couldn’t help melted under his touch. “God y/n you taste like rum and flowers. What an odd yet compelling mix.”

James whispered. I placed my hands on the back of his neck just as he began to trail soft and wet kisses on my jaw all the way up to my ear. Then he made his way down to my neck and nibbled along it sucking and biting definition leaving hickeys. “Y/n, this needs to go..” he motioned to my night gown and as he tried to unbutton it he looked semi frustrated and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well I guess I have too do this now..”

“what is it James?” James rips off the gown and throws it across the room and he takes off his undershirt and bottoms. “That was hot.” I mutter. “Good.” I couldn’t help but blush as he said that with conviction. He was the perfect mix of sweet and rough in bed. THIRD POV- The commodore trailed wet kisses back down your neck and onto your collar bone leaving love bites when he suddenly takes your nipple into his mouth. “Ah” you moan. As he toyed with your sensitive buds whilst getting more moans out of you, you feel yourself growing wetter and wetter. Clenching your legs due to the pleasure James opens them and says “I love it when you moan for me and when you wet.”

He leans to your ear and says “so wet.”when he made his way back to your cunt and begun to lick it all around.

“Ahh. “ “hmm.” You moaned. “Mmm” he growled into your cunt. The vibrations only increased your pleasure which then increased more as he stuck a finger inside you. “James!” You gasp. “Do you like that y/n?” “Y-y-yes.” you reply. As he sticks another finger in he starts thrusting them and scissoring inside you while licking your clit.

You moaned as he played with your cunt as he licked and thrusted and talked dirty to you. That was when you started feeling something in your stomach. The feeling only grew and grew until you yelled… “J-JAMES!!” and clamped around his fingers and head with your legs. James pulled out his fingers while making eye contact and licked all your cum up.

“Taste like my wife. That’s enough prep.. are you ready?” “Y-yes James.” After you came down from your high, James put you into the missionary position and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He grabs your hands and intertwines them with his while whispering “I love you.” “I love you too ja..”

You were interrupted by the commodore suddenly penetrating you. Every inch hurt slightly but when he filled you all the way up with his length, you felt so good. “God you’re so tight y/n. Time to loosen you up a bit.” As he thrusted his cock inside and out of you slowly he began to grunt and dirty talk some more.

He was going slowly to try to limit your pain but then you spoke up in the midst of moans and grunts. “James … go faster.. make me yours.” “My pleasure dear.” He pulled out almost all the way and then… SLAMMED his cock inside you and went faster and faster. He flipped you over and propped up your ass and placed your head in the pillows. “Ahhh” he groaned. “I’m gonna finish y/n” “where do you want it.”

“Give it to me james.” As he hit your g-spot one last time you both yell, “JAMES!” “Y/N!!” You clamped around his cock and milked him for every last drop of cum. “That was great mr commodore.” “I could say the same. I love you y/n. Oh. And just a thought… we should try more things next time.” “Yes sir.” “Let’s go get cleaned up in the bath and get to bed y/n.”

You fell asleep In each others arms the last words leaving your mouth of the night being “I love you.”

oh how I’ve missed you- Uvogin Oneshot

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Short smut fanfic!

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It’s been exactly 3 weeks 2 days and 6 hours since youd last since Uvogin. But who’s counting? You definitely were. You’re aware of the life he leads, facing hunters and being a wanted criminal, but it never stopped you from missing him when he was away for so so long. The way he laughed so loud and boastfully as he threw his head back. Or how he’d bring you close to him and cuddle with you whenever he felt like it. It was feeling like an eternity without him.

You cuddle up into the pillows, his pillow, smelling it longing for him. Longing for his intamacy, and smell once again. Eventually your thoughts get dirtier and dirtier about him.. Taking off your shorts and underwear swiftly, you spit on your fingers and rub that swollen clit to the thought of Uvo and how good he feels whenever your with him.

Feeling so horny you began to hump his pillow just to feel something close to him...

“Mhm I miss you so much uvogin.” You moan with tears in your eyes as you continue riding and touching yourself.

“Well is that so?” A voice calls out. Your eyes dart to the figure in the doorframe, one you hadn’t even known was there. Frantically you bolt off the pillow and cover up with a blanket.

“Uvo! Your home” you say shyly.

“Well don’t stop just for me. Don’t be shy now.” He grins menacingly. “Say, you should ride my face just like that. Matter of fact you’re going to.”

Uvogin swiftly comes to the bed picking you up with ease and placing you on his face. “You know y/n it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, and I’m really, really hungry.”

“Uvo! D-don’t talk with your mouth full!” You retort as a tease. He’d make you eat those words, and cry out for him just as you did earlier.

his tongue lapped quickly at your folds, with such haste as you bounced on his face trying to escape. It was no use as his hands held you down with ease. “Uvo!” You cry out from the pleasure. “Mhmm.”

He groans into your warmth, sending a vibration throughout your body. The final straw to make you orgasm.

Uvogun feels your body go a bit limp from the pleasure, gently setting you down on the bed. “We’re not done just yet baby.” “Mhm.” You say with tears in your eyes. He spreads your legs, slightly kneeling on them to postion himself perfectly.

The giant man rubs up and down your wet cunt wanting you to beg for it. “I can’t take anymore Uvo! I need your cock inside me already.” Finally he hears the words he loves.

“My pleasure Y/n”

Dipping himself into you slowly, trying his best not to hurt you while he bottoms out. Only being able to take about 7 inches still made you feel so full.

“That’s my good girl.” He leans down to whisper into your ears as he pulls all the way out. Suddenly feeling empty you cry out. “Uv-“

Uvogin slams himself back into you beginning to stroke your wet cunt. He can’t help but relish in the fact that your a teary eyed mess full with his cock. “Who do you belong to Y/N” “Y-You uvo! I’m all yours.” Uvogin couldn’t help but ask again. “Who’s my little cock slut?”

“I-I am!” You cry back in response as a fuzzy feeling grows in your stomach. “You’re such a good girl, so wet and tight all for me.”

He practically howled still slamming into you with such speed. “Uvo I’m close!” You call out to him, feeling your orgasm arise. His fingers get quick to rubbing your swollen wet clit to speed up the process.

“Cum for me.” He whispers into your ear. “Uvogin~”

Hearing his full name called out as you clenched around him made him crack, releasing his warm cum into your pussy. “Mhm~” coming down from your high, little whimpers and Mewls escape your lips.. You can’t help but smile with pleasure and anticipation. It was going to be a LONG night.

He wanted to absolutely destroy you, break you into pieces shattering under him. Tonight, was the first night it a while he had you all to himself, staking his claim into your pussy once more. Putting your legs over his shoulders and positioning himself into you, he whispered once more.

“Oh how I’ve missed you.”

hi there could you maybe do some Headcanons for the baki characters when they see their S/O in a short skirt

Thank you for the question, I see where you’re going with this so I hope I deliver! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Yujiro Hanma:

You knew what you were asking for when you put on that skirt. It was a cute red miniskirt that hugged your curves so well, with just a little bit of your as peeking out. You smirk as you walk in front of yujiro swaying your hips, just begging for his attention. His eyes watch you intently, as you go to the kitchen to start preparing lunch. You reach up to the tall cupboards on your tippy toes, but you slip, and end up bending over thr counter instead. He’s had enough…

“You should really be more careful y/n, especially wearing such slutty clothing like that pretty little skirt.” His gaze is intense, cutting like a knife, as he stands over you, fondling your ass. “Yujiro..” a moan of his name escapes those pretty lips of yours, he loves it. “Stay just like that you little slut.” He says propping your ass higher up. As he rips that fucking skirt and soaked panties off you, his erection grows. “You’re such a fucking tease you know that.” Delving his three his long thick fingers into you, a gasp escapes those lips. “Yujiro, too much..” A sting erupts throughout your body, as his hand smacks your ass with such force. “Don’t give me that, you were begging for it like a slut in that skirt.” “No I was-“ Another slap is brought down.. “fuck yujiro!” You yell. This was all it took to bring that smug smile off of your face, but oh no, he wasn’t done.

Katsumi:

You’d just done some shopping, and one thing in particular caught your eye, a cute white skirt. As always when you shop for clothes, Katsumi wants to see you in every single possible outfit, because he adores you! “Katsu, does this look good on me?” You ask, finally wearing the white skirt, and a crop top. He’s absolutely enthralled, from the way your curves are hugged so tight, the way he can see just a little bit of ass peeking out. All for him. “I love it.” Katsumi smirks as he gets up and firmly picks you to bridal style. “Katsu!” You gasp. “I think we’re going to have to take a short intermission my love,” you blush profusely as he sets you onto the bed.

His kisses are so soft and warm, as they trail from to your neck, sucking your sweet spot. “Katsumi~” you cry out. “Yes baby?” You give him those beautiful hazy eyes and a soft whimper, so he knows just the thing to do. He contains eye contact with you as he drags your skirt down with his teeth, and panties with his fingers. I love the sight of her so wet and exposed for me “Why so wet y/n,” he smirked. “J-just shut up katsu.” “That’s not nice, I’m gonna have to punish you.” His tongue attacks your swollen clit, and laps at your folds. Every time you moan or cry out he goes even harder, sucking and kissing his possession. Only he gets to do this to you, to make you feel this good. “I love you y/n. You’re so beautiful! He says in between licks. “I love you too katsu~ I’m so close.” Finally, your orgasm arrives and he licks up every single drop. “Katsumi,” you say softly. “I know my love, but I don’t believe we’re done just yet. I just can’t help myself when you’re so beautiful, when you dress just like this for me.” He pulls your shirt over your head, and you just know you’re not getting back to trying on clothes.