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𖥔 ݁ 𓈒 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏/𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 : smut, dom/sub themes, graphic detail, hair pulling, blowjobs, gentle hands, soft kisses, constant praise, overstimulation, creampie, rough sex, praise, degradation, breeding talk, cum play, choking, possessiveness. masturbation, bodily fluids, kinks. includes references to risky/public scenarios and “punishment” sex
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Killua's aftercare is incredibly gentle and comforting. There's no better feeling than being cuddled against your husband's warm, sweaty body, still suffused with your previous activity. One hand in your hair, the other resting on your waist. At the same time, he constantly praises your performance... and your body.
No matter how rough he can be, he'll always take great care of you during and after. This goes as far as constantly asking and making sure you're not in pain and that you're comfortable with everything, bringing you food and water, and even making sure you're enjoying yourself not just as much as he is, but MORE. You've never ended the night without cumming or having an orgasm, even the first few times.
Obviously, it's not extraordinary to pay attention to your partner during sex; it's even normal. But it's something Killua pays very close attention to... He knows he can be harsh and exhausting at times. After all, he's a Zoldyck, everything about him is superhuman: his body, his performances... you can just fuck until you literally pass out
If neither of you has passed out, you could discuss what you just did and say it was the best sex you've ever had, but what's the point, that's actually what you decree all the time
Killua knows exactly how your body affects him. He doesn't have many weak spots... except for you. He loves everything about you, though some things ignite his desire more fiercely than others.
Your neck, for instance: He worships it-pressing his lips there, sucking, nibbling, kissing. Especially when you're angry. Sometimes you leave, annoyed at something he said or did, and barely a minute passes before he's wrapping his arms tight around your waist, trailing slow, heated kisses down your neck to your collarbones, apologizing over and over-even when you're the one at fault. He knows exactly how to break down your defenses, and he thrives on it.
He's drawn to your belly, too. Whether it's flat or softly rounded, it makes no difference. He loves feeling the little shivers your body sends when his tongue glides over your skin, imagining a child nestled within, or seeing the outline of his cock pressing against your flesh.
Your eyes captivate him above all else. Killua is intensely visual, and during sex, it's almost a lifeline. He craves watching your pupils dilate, reading the plea, the daring challenge, the raw hunger in your gaze. Seeing tears shimmer in your eyes drives him wild. It only fuels his hunger to fuck you harder.
But his relationship with his own body was complicated for a long time. Not because he thought he was ugly, but because he'd always been seen-and saw himself-as a living weapon. His body was nothing more than a tool, in his eyes and in his family's. All the scars, remnants of his brutal childhood and torture, were relentless reminders. But seeing you adore him, cherish every inch of his skin, touch him with reverence...
Slowly, he rebuilt his confidence.
Now, Killua stands proud and confident. Not cocky-just completely at ease with himself.
After years of relentless training, he especially loves his chiseled abs. Watching you trace your fingers over them, follow the sharp V-line, lay your head there to fall asleep-or to catch your breath after climaxing makes him melt inside. He treasures his muscular back, his strong arms, too.
And his hands. He loves what they can do with you-gripping your throat, cupping your breasts, stroking your soft skin, parting your thighs, seizing your wrist...And above all, he adores your reactions: your shudders, your trembling.
Then there's his mouth. His lips and tongue-devouring, marking, worshipping every inch of your body. From your lips to your nipples, down your thighs, soaked with his saliva.
Killua fucking loves seeing you covered in his cum it's like a goddamn claim-proof that you're his, and no one else's. The sight of you messy, used, dripping with him? Gets him so hard.
Funny thing is, once he's done and the high fades, he sometimes gets all flustered about the shit he just said or did. Like: "Fuck, did I really say I was gonna stuff you full until you couldn't take it anymore?" or "What the hell made me pull out just to fuck your throat like that?" Give him a few minutes to come back to Earth. He lowkey hates how unhinged he gets.
He loves seeing you drink his cum. But honestly? He's not picky about where he finishes. He likes variety.
His favorite is cumming inside you. Especially when he's pissed or in one of those obsessive moods. That's when he fucks you deep and raw, making all kinds of filthy comments about knocking you
But he's also got a soft spot for finishing on your tits. Or your thighs. Anywhere that makes a mess he can admire.
Your face? Oh, he lives for that. When he paints your face with his cum, he'll go quiet-just panting, gripping your chin, staring into your eyes with this fucked-out look like he's trying not to lose control all over again.
He'll also insist on cleaning you up himself. Letting you do it feels wrong to him-like wiping away something that belongs to him.
Thanks to how healthy and active he is, the guy produces a lot. He cums hard and deep. It's hot, sticky, milky as hell-and potent. It has this intense energy to it, and when he's super turned on, he just can't hold back.
Since he's a massive perv, I honestly picture him as a total chronic masturbator (like, | lowkey see it as canon Imao)... and that obviously comes with a bunch of dirty secret
The thing is, he jerks off constantly — not even because he's horny, but because it's literally the only way he knows how to decompress. That's how he copes with stress and pressure.
That's also why I think he started jerking off really young. Like, 7 or 8 years old kind of young.
Killua actually stole something from you - some random object that has nothing sexual about it, like a hairband or a necklace - and he keeps it hidden. He uses it whenever he has trouble finishing. Thinking of you always gets him there.
He regularly beats off to pictures of you - and not just the spicy ones you've sent. He does it to completely random-ass pics too. Like you doing nothing. He feels kinda fucked up for it, but he still does it anyway.
Killua is hard all the fucking time, especially when you're anywhere near him. Which is kind of typical for a teenage boy - except the problem is, it didn't stop as he got older. He's literally spent whole afternoons sitting next to you at Gon or Leorio's, struggling to hide a full-blown erection under a cushion, just because you innocently rested your head on his shoulder.
I can imagine Killua as someone with experience Whether it’s thanks to porn or just his life before he met you… yeah, let’s just say you’re definitely not his first time. But that doesn’t matter, you’re his best time.
Killua didn’t have a normal childhood or teenage years. Between his assassin-focused upbringing, his limited social circle, and his travels with Gon and Alluka, he didn’t really get the chance to have intimate experiences while growing up. So when Alluka got old enough to be independent and life eventually led Killua and Gon to drift apart (to the point they weren’t even sharing a room or an apartment anymore) Killua felt the urge to make up for lost time. He started going out and hooking up with a lot of girls. Even though he never had anything truly serious before you.
No doubt about it — he’s a flirt. A big one. But the thing is, he never really had to try too hard for one-night stands. Every time he stepped out, especially when it was to a club or a bar — there were always at least five girls ready to flirt with him. (I can totally imagine Leorio being super jealous of that, lmaoo.)
He’s always been good in bed. Even from the start. Sure, he was nervous and a little clumsy his very first times — that’s normal. But he quickly made up for it with effort, enthusiasm, and the fact that he’s anything but selfish. He wants to give pleasure. He listens, he adjusts…
Killua also learned a lot from porn. He’s got that analytical mind, he observes, processes, remembers. By the time he had his first real experience, he already knew what he was doing on a theoretical level.
And honestly? I see Killua as someone who’s absolutely mastered the art of sensuality. He knows how to build tension, how to whisper the dirtiest things in your ear, how to look at you like he’s undressing you with his eyes, how to touch you in all the right ways.
It feels like every time you’re with him — from the first kiss to the last moan — there is always an atmosphere similar to this music.Yeah… sex with him feels like that.
Killua has a wide range of favourite position but, honestly, anything works as long as you’re comfortable and it allows him to cover your pretty body with kisses, bites, and hickeys.
In general, his favorite positions are the ones where he can see your face. It makes him feel more connected to you. He loves that intense eye contact, and watching your expressions while he’s absolutely wrecking your sweet little pussy is a huge turn-on for him. He’ll do anything to pull those reactions out of you !
One of his favorite positions is cowgirl. He loves putting his hands around your throat or gripping your hips to guide your movements. But it’s even better when you knock his hands away and flip the power dynamic, making him submit completely to you. That provocation… fuck, it drives him insane…
I’d say the times he fucks you in positions where he can’t see your face are usually when he’s angry or jealous. Almost like he’s teaching you a lesson, or making a point. Those are the moments when he growls things against your ear like: “You’re so fucking mine…” or “See what happens when you talk to other guys?”
Doggy style is perfect for that. On nights when he’s rougher, more possessive… when he needs to punish you, to fuck you hard, or just to get a quick release. It often happens in public places, after you’ve provoked him by making him jealous or teasing him. And trust me, he never just fucks you in that position—he loves what it allows him to do. The way it forces you to submit… the way he yanks your hair with one hand and grips your hips with the other, pounding into you harder and deeper every second until you’re screaming his name.
And then, there are the rare, more intimate moments: in the morning when he wakes up already hard, or at night when he’s exhausted. That’s when he loves spooning you. It’s not a position he uses often, but he loves the access it gives him to your neck. He’ll smother you with kisses and filthy whispers, moving slowly, sensually… taking his time to make you come undone.
A/N : so for now it's all boys! i plan on doing 2-3 parts but honestly they'll take a while to come (no pun intended lmao)🌝
and as usual, please bear with me, English is not my mother tongue 🙂↕️
can you do hcs of any characters x shinobu kocho! reader if that makes sense like reader acts like calm and classy but has a strong sense of anger underneath?
A/n: This, of course is a reader with these characteristics (& similar backstory)!
I'm finally free to work on requests with the schedule I've made, so I will be more active. (I'm trying to learn how to make proper hcs so hope this will do for now!) Thank you for your request, I love it!
Head canons + Short Scenario
Gon
Gon could smell it, an overpowering scent that could only be described as abnormal. It had always lingered in the air, filling his nostrils. And that smell came from you.
He was aware of the way you were, he respected and loved you for being so gentle; even tender.
Gon always had a good sense of smell but the rage threw him off for a while. At first he didn't believe it came from you, but when he got approached he realized that was the only possibility.
It was in little things you did, when you thought you were alone. Twitching from sheer resentment that had built from the years it had settled and blended into every fiber of you.
Your determination, he had that in common with you. Gon figured his was from the desire to be a hunter, to understand why.
When he saw you for the truest version of yourself despite you never losing the charisma; it was the only thing Gon could see.
Rage, poison, bitterness, everything you saw yourself as.
Gon never saw you that way, truly he tries his best to help you.
He’s very expressive with his actions, words, he won’t do something he doesn’t mean.
Whether it's trying to get you to express how you truly feel, or making sure he’s always there to protect you.
Gon knows your life mission and he supports you, but he doesn’t want to watch you die trying.
Scenario
Gon had invited you to explore the forest of whale island and considering you weren’t familiar with the area, he wanted to show you around. He had been in there more than a dozen times despite learning his lesson when a bear had attacked him as a child. That didn’t deter him from going back, now Gon was taking you for a quiet walk.
He’s quite a talker and much sillier than you but it was comfortable. You’re not quick to act on how you feel at the moment, only doing what you know will be best for the long run. While he was, ‘That's tomorrow's problem, not mine.’
Still, it works wonders between the two of you.
“Hey, You made it!” A voice called, head perked up at the sight of you. Gon rushed over to you, walking back to the edge of the forest but now with you. “Hey Gon! I wouldn’t miss it.” You laughed quietly, his excitement rubbed off on you the more time you spent with him.
The spiked haired boy continued to walk next to you, talking about the randomest things. From how his day went to whatever popped up in his mind.
You smiled and let him speak his mind, speaking when there was room for you to pop a question. Gon lit up when you spoke, answering your question and telling you more information than necessary.
The grass crunched with every step, you assumed this grass had never been stepped on. Gon always found nice spots to take you so you didn’t doubt it was secluded. “You okay?” His head tilted, scanning your figure in the process. Your attention went back to him in a millisecond, the green of the grass quickly shifted into the green on his hair.
“Yeah, What happened? You’re feeling okay?” You moved the question to him, nothing had happened to you. So something must’ve felt off or happened to him while you weren’t paying attention. Gon hummed with a subtle nod of his head, “I’m okay! I was asking you because well..” He lingered over your shoulder, head especially close to yours. “Because?” You repeated quietly looking over your shoulder at him.
“You seem angry, I can smell it. It’s coming from you.” His nose grazed your neck, accentuating his point of it being you.
“It doesn’t smell bad, does it?” Your eyes followed him, only seeing his hairs green ends. Gon stood straight, “No, It has its own scent like a type of nen except instead of feeling it, I smell it.”
“That’s interesting,” He always did have a freakishly good sense of smell but was it obvious enough for him to pinpoint it to you?
“Yes, I am angry but not at you.” You spoke up before he could, giving him the answer he already knew. “I noticed it when I met you, I never assumed it was because of me.” Gon smiled at you, scratching the back of his head.
“Really?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you bit back a deep sigh. Not one of surprise, but instead one of relief. The words expressing your growing anger had never escaped your lips, or been brought up in any other way. Almost like something that should not be spoken of.
Gon hummed, looking around seeing all the things being beautifully illuminated by the sunset. “Why are you angry?” His eyes still looked forward but his words were directed to you. “I’ve never seen you mad, at least not genuinely.” His tone was soft, though being quite reckless, he tried to think before speaking with you.
“That’s a long story, we’ll talk about it another time. Is that okay with you?” You smiled. Not about your situation, but Gon was trying and it was clear. “Yeah! Just know I’ll be here. Alright??”
His pinkie extended to yours.
Killua
Killua isn’t the type to express how frustrated he is, not on purpose at least. However it's visible with the way his eyebrows furrow and his scowl grows.
You weren’t like that, you seemed so down to earth; at peace with the world. It took him some time watching to realize that wasn’t the case.
The way you were passive aggressive with yourself when you were ‘alone.’ The slight head shake you gave when people called you kind, thanking them with grace.
It might've been the overpowering aura, that you couldn’t even hide yourself.
Killua learned what had happened to you, and it was eye opening to say the least.
He didn't know how to feel because truthfully he wanted his parents and his brothers dead. Alluka was the exception.
He had seen and lived tragedies, but it was different to know things happened to you. You were the opposite, you didn’t want any of them dead. You would've given up your life if theirs was promised.
Killua tries to do things with you, take your mind off or make you more at peace for even just a moment.
Even offering to kill anyone of your choosing, Killua wouldn’t hesitate to contact his family with empty promises to make sure it was done.
You never said yes, so he’ll stick around you to make sure you don’t get too hurt.
Killua knows you can handle yourself, but he doesn’t want you to have to be strong all the time.
Scenario
Killua watched you intently, waiting for you to make one wrong move. You had walked into the large room, and shut the door too aggressively. But that wasn’t why he was watching, not entirely at least.
You hadn’t done anything wrong from the moment he met you.
Regardless of his attitude, snarkyness, and avoidance, that never discouraged you from talking to him. That stood out to him the most, you were kind regardless of how he acted. That didn’t mean you were just passive of how he acted, you scolded him like a child which he enjoyed deep down.
Killua straightened up when he heard it, the cracks that came from your clenched hands. “You okay?” He spoke up with his usual tone but it hid the hesitancy he felt.
You looked back to where he sat, “Yes, I am. Are you okay?” You threw the question back at him, scanning his figure in the process. He approached whilst watching you right back. The same way you analyzed him to see what could possibly be off, was how he had been watching you.
His hands found his pants pockets hiding the finger tapping he was actively doing. Killua wasn’t fond of being an open book to those who wanted to know how he felt.
“I’m fine. You just haven’t seemed okay recently..” He stood in front of you, it wasn’t a big deal in the slightest but carried such a heavy importance.
“Huh?” You struggled to respond, but Killua tried his best. “Is it a person, a place, a thing?” He swallowed hard enough for you to hear, the way his ears flushed told you it wasn’t intentional. You smiled, shaking your head. “That sounds awfully familiar, a noun?”
“I guess so,” Killua looked off to the side, “Well..?” His eyes couldn’t stay in a particular place, he was nervous.
“Its complicated, but the short answer is that it’s a person. I suppose I’m getting less patient by the day, so I may seem angrier.” You spoke with an inimitable certainty, not speaking of it as shameful anger nor someone to be scared of. It was a form of acceptance.
“A person..?” Killua repeated it the way you said it, not a question or a mere word. It was a statement that he couldn’t quite understand. Someone was making you angry of all people, the kindest girl he had ever met ?
You nodded, “Something like that at least.” A soft sigh escaped you, closing your eyes momentarily to think. It would be hard to explain all of it to a boy of that background.
Killua still has feelings and emotions like any other, but he wouldn’t understand to the fullest extent considering how desensitized he was. “I can handle it for you-”
“No, I can’t let you do that.”
Killua reached deeper into his pocket, fishing out his bug phone. “Then, my dad or grandpa will do it. I’ll tell ‘em that I’ll come back home if they do.”
You snatched the phone out of his hands, his whine followed immediately . “Let me help you damn it!”
Kurapika
Kurapika finds comfort in how welcoming you are. The fact you whole heartedly understood his own anger, and didn’t see him differently.
He feels like a monster at times, like he is undeserving of your kindness. Kurapika didn’t know you saw yourself as an angry girl when he saw you as the exact opposite.
He’s used to your gentle touches, though he isn’t the most affectionate. He enjoys it.
Your hands gripping the bottom of your shirt didn't go unnoticed by him. Nor was the more frequent trips to your prayer room.
The heavier footsteps weren't different from to the average person. However it wasn’t normal for you to do.
He was direct when questioning you, not wanting to wrongfully accuse you of anything. Kurapika learned and immediately understood your built up anger that was expressed in such subtle ways.
He saw himself in you, you tried your best to be kind even when your anger rapidly grew. Kurapika likes to ask you about your plans, seeing if they're similar to his. He knows he might die during his but he gets upset when you accept that fate for yourself.
Not because he wants you to give up on revenge, Kurapika just doesn’t want you to feel as he does.
His goal is to hunt down every member of the phantom troupe but he couldn’t say it didn’t shift to include helping you too.
Kurapika felt even more so connected to you, he could relax knowing someone knew almost exactly how he felt.
He’ll keep an eye on you to make sure you’re safe.
Scenario
Kurapika was getting busier by the day. The hunt for the phantom troupe was to say the least, exhausting. He was overworked, his duty of being the last kurta weighed heavier. Safe to say, he wouldn’t have been able to get up some of these days without you.
He was grateful to have you by his side, and considered himself lucky to be by yours.
“Are you doing alright?” You came from behind him with a cup of tea. Your fingertips burned, a red hue started to pick up. “You seem tired,” Your word choices were careful, and so was how you placed down the tea without a clink against the wooden desk.
Kurapika wore a weary smile, “I’m okay, I’ll go to sleep soon.” His eyes drifted to the tea placed to the side of his papers. “Thank you.”
He received a hum of acknowledgement, “Do you need help with that?” Your head signaled to the paperwork, some were actual paperwork while others were information on the troupe.
Strategies, plans, possibilities, location, “I may understand more than you know. Let me help you.” You insisted with your hands on his shoulders before you walked off, coming back with another chair.
“You don’t have to, it can be very mentally taxing. I don’t want you to-” Kurapika was cut off, “But I want to, this isn’t a type of burden. It’s helping you besides you’ve had a massive workload recently.” You spoke up, your hand swept the hair from his face to behind his ear. “Better..”
You sat with him, hearing him occasionally sip the tea you had made while the two of you worked on papers. You started with a small stack that held information on the scarlet eyes.
The Kurta massacre, no work necessarily had to be done on them but you still read over it. Kurapika had told you all about it when you asked, finally receiving a form of comfort on it. He had stayed kind despite going through so much, that was one thing you aimed towards. All of this just reminded you of how bitter you felt towards it all.
Maybe he was angry too.
“You’ve done a lot better than me, you’re one of the kindest people I know.” You broke the silence with a small comment that confused him to a degree. It seemed like a compliment at first, and it was. However, he caught on that there was more to it than that, you were actively comparing yourself to him.
What purpose did that hold?
Kurapika's eyebrows furrowed, “I’ve done better than you?” His attention was fully on you, the papers forgotten for what seemed like the first time today. “You’re still kind despite being given all the reason in the world not to be. When the people most important to me died, I couldn’t help feeling so angry.” Your eyes were still set on the papers in front of you, small black and white pictures with poor quality of the aftermath.
Your words sat long, marinating in the silence that had been built in mere seconds.
“You’re the best person I’ve ever met. You aren’t what you think you are.” He spoke up with certainty filling the air.
Kurapika won’t pry but he’ll do anything to make sure you get the revenge he yearns for too.
Chrollo
Chrollo finds you quite charming, the honey practically dripping off of you with every move you make.
This put aside, he knows how to act and look on command to be ‘likeable’ to an extent.
He knew about your past, what made you who you were today.
What brought you to be by his side, to be okay with sitting next to a criminal.
You were kind, loyal, and so much more that he couldn’t name in one measly day.
It intrigued him, human behavior and why you still acted this way despite having such a past.
Chrollo didn’t enjoy seeing you degrade yourself, even mentally where he couldn't hear it. But he always had a way of knowing so he brought it up to you.
He would expect your honesty and nothing less considering that’s all you’ve shown all this time.
When you give the answer he expects, he’ll linger more often.
Chrollo knows you’ll want to deal with this by yourself but he can’t help intervening.
You’ll just have to forgive him for trying to take care of your problem himself.
Or if you find out before he takes action, don’t agree, and insist you’re capable, he’ll stand by the sidelines to still be there if needed.
Scenario
Chrollo had been staying in your vicinity, always a call away despite how busy life got.
Whenever you thought too long he was quick to snap you out of it. Not letting your mind wander for even a second. He didn’t do this with the purpose to bother you, but with the intention to keep your grievance from growing.
The past you lived was one he felt partially guilty for, he had terrorized many people in such a manner. That wasn’t something he would blink twice about, it just wasn’t acceptable when it happened to you.
Chrollo had a goal in mind that he planned to keep away from you entirely. Your blessing would not be granted if he asked to torment any one you had a vendetta with. It would be because you didn’t want to burden him with the troubles you were carrying, Chrollo couldn’t help not find it sweet.
“Why did I find Shalnark searching for information on the murderer?” You had spoken so casually that it sounded like you were asking what he was craving for dinner. Chrollo enjoyed your pleasant voice, but he understood that you were smart enough to know a member wouldn’t do that unless asked to.
“Love, can I not look for more information to help your hunt?” He smiled, trying to make it seem like he had only done it for your benefit. No ulterior motive in mind, not that he would outright want to tell you about.
Your hand delicately held the door frame, grounding you to the room. “Is that the case?” You tilted your head with a questioning smile. “You would’ve told me prior if it were.” You didn’t outright accuse him of lying, just calmly stated your beliefs. Chrollo knew he would have to be truthful, it was hard to hide things from you.
Chrollo stood up, walking over to where you stood. His fingers trailed down your arm until his hand intertwined with yours. “I didn’t want you to stop me. You’ve been getting more self-disciplinary in the most unhealthy way.”
You didn’t pull away from his grip, instead finding comfort in it. He knew you like the back of his hand even with you being so reserved. Even if all the battles you were dealing with were in your head, he just knew. “Is it bothering you? If it is, I apologize for that..”
“Yes, just not in the way you’re thinking of.” His thumb slowly grazed over your hand, “I’m worried for you, you’re truly wonderful. A blessing in other words, it’s bothersome to see how much this affects you.” He spoke with purpose, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
You didn’t have much words, only wearing a flustered face. Chrollo succeeded, he enjoyed making you a wee bit nervous. It was always amusing to see you thank him after trying to keep a neutral face when he spoke highly of you.
“You’re too kind Chrollo..” Your head bow was interrupted when he held your chin. “You are,” Chrollo gave you a quick kiss on your forehead, “I’ll take care of this, please let me.”
Feitan
Feitan found you to be quite the opposite of him.
You were patient and kind. A sort of unspoken class he thought he could never reach.
That didn’t mean he didn’t like you, that wasn’t the case at all.
If the two of you were alone there would most likely be a comfortable silence, and he was okay with that.
Your anger was never misdirected but it was always there. Whether at the pit of your stomach or the tip of your tongue, it never left you.
At times, he would notice. Feitan would see you handle things with grace but more privately sit alone with a blank expression.
He never wanted to hurt you by asking but he knew something had to be up. There was no way you could be so perfect, with the way you walked and talked.
It would make him be ever so slightly softer with you.
Feitan could understand being angry, but he respected you for never making it any one's problem.
He wouldn’t be so against helping you reach your goal if you ever told him.
Even he could sense the rather nasty feelings when you sat in silence for too long.
He’d promise himself to make sure it didn’t take over your life.
Scenario
Feitan wasn’t close to you. Not at first. He was rather blunt when he did speak, not finding the extra effort in things necessary. That system worked for him, until you started coming around more often. Not for him, it was for business or meetings you would have with other members.
Occasionally he would be among those chairs that were in front of yours. It was like talking to an angel in the simplest terms. Though the two of you wouldn’t converse much, he saw you as the most genuine state of politeness. Feitan was okay with that relationship, not one keen to change.
It felt effortless, as smooth as silk. Feitan started to be more expectant of your presence than your absence. He didn’t even catch himself in the act of all this until it was too late.
There you were, he had been in the area and recognized you almost immediately. You were alone, sitting in front of a flowing river. The troupe was there to deal with some business but he had finished his task first. Which meant he was free till the rest finished up with theirs.
You stared down at the ripples of water, the calm flow filling your ears. It was rather a contrast to how you felt. Angry, so very angry. The feeling wasn’t worn on your face but it was still visible to those who took note of the smaller things.
Feitan made up for his silence by his attention to detail.
“The troupe is here too?” You spoke up without hesitation, you knew who was there. He stood behind you, he assumed you heard the crunching of the grass beneath his feet.
“Yes,” He pulled his jacket down from his face so he didn’t sound muffled, “I’m waiting.” Feitan wasn’t one of many words so it definitely seemed like he was trying to talk to you. If he didn’t want to talk, he wouldn't.
You looked back at him, eyes exploring his face. “You don’t want to sit down?” You spoke low, offering him to sit down next to you out of habit. Feitan stared at the ground complying faster than he would admit he did.
It was silent for the most part, comfortable at first. The sounds of the water running and splashing against the rocks filled the air. Feitan started to think of it though, the longer the silence went on. You were in a secluded place, alone, and dead silent staring off.
If something didn’t happen beforehand, it must've been something bigger bothering you. His thoughts made him feel somewhat softer in the moment. Why was he even talking to you?
Feitan followed where your eyes stared, “Are you okay?” He spoke gruffly in the same volume he always did.
“I’m okay, how are you?” You looked back over at him, seeing the furrow in his eyebrows. Feitan let out an irritated sigh, not the kind of answer he was looking for but he won’t push you for more.
He stared back at you with a plain answer. “Fine..” He looked away, this time up at the sky. The silence stayed until he was about to meet up with the troupe again. It took them longer than he expected but he wasn’t mad about the wait.
“You’re too proper, say how you actually feel next time. I’m asking for a reason..” That was the most you’ve heard from him in a while. He got up abruptly after speaking, you assumed the others must've finished up whatever they had to do.
A small smile plastered on your face, you listened, “I’ll try, thank you.” It was casual, until it wasn’t.
Shalnark
Shalnark was the type to watch from the sidelines. With no malicious intent, or anything in mind and just let his eyes follow.
Though with this he did like to tease and prod to get other reactions from you. That was just how he was, Shalnark knew you were kind but he was just curious.
He wouldn’t avoid serious conversations, knowing that was how he would get the most from you.
Still, you had a pleasant look on your face, he was almost completely sure that was permanent on you.
Shalnark had stalked around, he knew of your past long before you had said it yourself.
He’s more likely to still see if he can gauge a reaction from you by lighthearted things but doesn’t like it when others do it.
He’s respectful when it comes down to talking about your anger and where it's directed.
Shalnark watches you cautiously, not because he doesn’t have faith in you. He just doesn’t know how much you’ll throw away to win.
Scenario
Shalnark already knew everything he had to know about you from the moment he started to feel his favoritism for you grow. It wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be to say the least. Hours of searching, even physical papers until he finally understood who you were and where you stood.
You were kind yet he didn’t understand why. There was the possibility you were because you thought it would grant you more success or maybe you were just raised that way. Shalnark believed it to be the latter, you were just like that.
He had been trying to get under your skin recently. It had been working so far, you showed your displeasurement with his teasing. Still, he didn’t push personal or deep stuff.
Shalnark was trying to make you be anything else other than perfect. Your attitude would be described as such, you were gentle and caring.
He wouldn’t mind seeing an angrier version of you. In his own way, he wanted to help you put that anger somewhere else instead of pent up.
So, he poked and poked at you until you showed your frustration. Shalnark didn’t mind the occasional laugh though, his reward after getting hit in the back of the head.
“Is this annoying?” He asked, poking you in the rib unintentionally tickling you. “No, not at all!” You moved away from the touch as fast as possible. A smile spread across your face, “What’s that for?”
Shalnark ran his hand through his blond hair, “I wanted to try something, but I should try something else.” He got on his phone, typing up something too fast for you to guess what it could be. After a few moments of silent searching he put it down, now looking back at you with something sinister.
You raised an eyebrow at him, you could barely even work a phone while he was searching up evil plans to use against you. How cruel.
“What are you up to now..?” You stared at him cautiously, “Shalnark?” You called out his name and that's when he stood up.
Shalnark put his hands up in surrender, “Hear me out okay? I have an idea that can take away your stress with a small pin.” He spoke as if he was a salesian selling a car.
Despite the oddness of it all, he was trying to help.
“It’s not that easy, I’m not trying to forget my anger.” You denied the solution he wanted so desperately to give you. Yes, he enjoyed trying to make you aggravated, yes he would prefer if it was all how you genuinely felt.
“Then let me remember for you, trust me I will.” Shalnark replied scanning your figure, “I promise.”
I just want to say thanks for the Jealous headcanons you made about Killua 🙌
because even though i kinda like it and i find it kinda sexy, i'm tired of people saying that killua would slit the jugular of everyone who even just looked at his s/o 😭
because yes, I think he could become violent because of his jealousy but some people exaggerate ahah
Anyway, all that to say that great headcanons once again, I love your content, keep it up!! :D
AHHHH MY QUEEN @etrsilk!!!!
first, can i js say how much i love you?!?
also ugh YESSS exactly 😭😭 like, let's bffr. jealous killua isn’t some feral wolf ripping out throats the second someone blinks at you😭😭 ngl, that's js corny and lowk lazy writing (AND DOESN'T MATCH HIS CHARACTER!!)
canon killua’s jealous streak would be way more dimensional—it's petty, insecure, protective, and a little bratty, not just “bloodlust every five seconds” (sorry tsundere/yandere-loving ladies and gents out there)
BUT, DON'T GET ME WRONG. he can get violent if the situation actually calls for it (like if someone really threatened you), but 90% of the time he’s just glaring, sulking, inserting himself between you and the person, or dropping little digs like the little shit he is in conversation. ngl bro, he doesn’t need to go full jugular-slitting assassin every time because half the time his presence alone makes people back off anyway😭😭😂
SO YESSSSi’m with you. i swear to god there’s so much more interesting nuance to jealous killua (or, yk, HIS CHARACTER AS A WHOLE!?!?!?) than “instant murder mode”
What if that’s killua and reader can I get some headcannons on that like you would never think that they would never date but whole time their secretly dating hehehe
𖥔 ݁ 𓈒 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀 : okay so, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. I don't know if you know what I'm talking about, but right now on tiktok there's this trend where people are making slideshows of teenagers in relationships in the 2000s, I often see bimbo x emo AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH MY GOD. Anyway, thank you so much for this request!! I hope you like it!
𖥔 ݁ 𓈒 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙍𝙀 : one shot
𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐏!𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀 ★ 𝟏𝟖 𝐘𝐎!
As the high school hallways lay silent…
Two frantic breaths, two bodies pressed against each other, two teenagers seeking relief, weakened by the presence of the other, could be heard…
Killua had quietly come here to spend a few more moments with you before time forced you apart, afraid of arousing even the slightest suspicion.
While your fingers tangled in his hair, he attended to your neck, leaving a trail of dozens of kisses and hickeys. At the same time, Killua almost involuntarily pressed himself against you, hoping for even the slightest relief.
You desperately needed more, and all of this was simply the result of the constant anticipation you had built, since neither of you wanted to make your relationship public.
That said, watching everyone consider you incompatible, even thinking you didn’t love each other because of your differences, was hilarious.
Because opposites attract, right?
“Do you really want to do this here? Are you serious?”
“There’s no one here, so why not?” he said with a sly smile, gently tilting your head to encourage you to kneel.
As you got down on all fours, the door opened, and under Gon’s shocked gaze, you suddenly realized the mess you had gotten yourselves into…
“WHAT THE HELL—”
30 minutes before the disaster…
You had been dating for six months, and no one knew. You had decided to keep it secret to protect your relationship from judgment. You also didn’t want to ruin the image others had of you: the popular cheerleader born of glitter and pink that everyone adored, and Killua, the nonchalant emo who never really attached to anyone.
On top of the thrill that hiding something so important gave you, you took a mischievous pleasure in misleading others by pretending to argue publicly. Of course, it was only teasing; once alone, everything gave way to affection and love.
You were probably the one most invested in keeping this relationship a secret, and Killua took wicked delight in teasing you in public…
Every fake insult he threw at you carried a hidden meaning, especially when there were people around. It was always about the physical activities (👀) you had done earlier in the day. Like when he asked in front of everyone why you were limping, even though you were just walking to your classroom, or after secretly meeting in an empty room to make out, he’d comment on how your makeup had smudged when you returned to your usual classroom—again in front of everyone.
Or when he passed by you and let his hands brush your waist subtly, just to make you shiver.
Or when, after each joke you made about him, he whispered discreetly how he would make you pay for it later.
Killua had also developed the habit of coming to visit you through the window every night, sometimes innocently, sometimes not… but either way, these moments reminded you both how lucky you were to have each other. You cuddled and exchanged words of love—yes, that was true happiness !
He also discreetly attended all your practices. He could make fun of your pompoms, glitter gloss, and neon pink outfits… but in private, he always told you how proud he was of your talent
But anyways. You were currently in the cafeteria, you were tired and dreading cheerleading practice after school. All you wanted was to go home and sleep in your cozy bed.
Killua, meanwhile, was at the other end of the cafeteria, sitting with Gon, his only friend.
You tried to ignore him, even though you sometimes felt his gaze on you. But you couldn’t blame him—you were probably the most noticeable person in the room, not just for your flashy outfit but also for your radiant personality.
“Looks like he’s staring at you again…” one of your friends whispered, giggling.
You rolled your eyes, pretending to be exasperated.
“Killua? Seriously? He hates me. And it’s mutual.”
On his side, Killua was listening to Gon without really hearing him. His gaze kept drifting toward you. Your bright clothes, shiny hair, full glossy lips… you were everything he claimed he couldn’t stand. And yet, you were exactly what he wanted.
“Killua? Are you listening?” Gon asked, frowning.
“Yeah, yeah.” Killua shrugged, pushing his plate aside. “Actually… never mind, sorry. I’m going to get some air.”
He stood, glancing at you for a fraction of a second. You didn’t even need words to understand—it was a signal. You bit your lip to keep from smiling.
“Wait, where are you going—” Gon said, exhausted by this recurring scene.
A few minutes later, when you told your friends you needed to “hit the locker room before practice,” nobody suspected a thing. They continued laughing, convinced you were just checking your makeup again.
Once in the locker room, you saw Killua leaning against the wall, black hoodie up, looking bored. As always, he seemed bored by everything, even breathing…
“Hey, did you know you’re not exactly discreet?” you said half-amused. “My friends have noticed all your glances. So, Mr. Big Boy who can’t ignore me for even a few hours?” A sly grin spread across your face.
A heavy silence fell, quickly replaced by the sound of his approaching steps. He stopped in front of you, so close you could already smell his light scent—a mix of clean and masculine.
Your fingers slid into his hair, his lips found your neck. His kisses weren’t gentle or rushed—they were impatient, making up for all the hours spent pretending to hate each other in public.
Killua gently pressed you against the wall, his hand firmly on your hip.
He trailed kisses down your jawline, then brushed your lips without touching them, making you gasp. His hands glided over your back, pressing you closer.
Your hands found his chest, drawing him toward you, breaths mingling, foreheads nearly touching. Each kiss was deeper and more languid than the last, like an explosion of desire accumulated over months.
“You’re going to pay for being so cheeky…” he murmured.
Meanwhile, Gon, still in the cafeteria, drifted in thought about Killua’s unusual distraction. He had no idea what was going on—he and Killua had always been close, without secrets…
After roaming the halls searching for him, Gon heard strange noises in the locker room. Without thinking, he entered.
“WHAT THE HELL—”
He saw you on the floor, undoing Killua’s pants.
You scrambled upright. Killua felt a strange mix of relief and irritation as he carefully buttoned himself up.
“…Gon. Haven’t you learned to knock before entering? Especially the girls’ locker room.”
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” Gon yelled.
“It’s not… it’s not what you think!” you stammered.
Killua looked at you, almost disappointed by your words.
“Seriously? That’s exactly what he thinks.”
Shocked, you shouted.
“KILLUA!!”
“BUT… BUT… HER?!?” Gon pointed at you and then Killua, as if the universe had collapsed. “YOU TWO??”
“How long has this been going on??”
“About six months,” Killua informed him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“Gon, don’t take it personally! We didn’t want to show our relationship to anyone… not even our families,” he admitted, slightly embarrassed. “But you know what? I’m tired of hiding it.”
You looked at him, surprised.
“Yes. I love you, y/n” he said, locking eyes with you. “You’re literally the girl who makes my life better every day, and I need to show everyone how proud I am that you’re my girlfriend.”
He took your hands, drew you close, your fingers sliding into his neck, his arms wrapping around you tightly, and he brought your lips to his, initiating a passionate kiss. You were completely absorbed in each other…
“Well…” Gon murmured, mouth wide open. “I… guess I’ll have to get used to it… but seriously, six months?!”
The couple didn’t respond. In fact, they completely ignored Gon.
“Guys?”
He grabbed your waist even tighter, pausing to catch his breath.
Still no response…
“You’re ignoring me??”
Gon sighed as you dived back into the kiss with Killua, completely absorbed. It was like Gon had become an invisible piece of furniture.
“Fine, I get it. I’ll leave you two alone.” 🦧
a/n: i think this is seriously the worst one shot i've written so far, i'm so sorry
Hiii!! Because the requests are open, need to drop my idea here, its a need of mine🤤🙏 How do you think a first time would went with Killua? Like, would he be nervous as hell or confident, maybe both??(trying to hide his anxiety about screwing up behind his fake confidence) Do you think it would be in a passion of the moment or he prepares himself long before that?(getting condoms, lube, researching about females anatomy? Idk?)
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𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐏!𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀 ★ 𝟏𝟖 𝐘𝐎!
• Would he be nervous?
Honestly, I’m kind of torn 🤔 because I think Killua is a confident character! Sometimes that confidence might be a little fake, but overall he knows he’s great at pretty much anything he puts his mind to ahah
Still, I can definitely see him being a little nervous. After all, it is a brand-new experience, and he really wants to make his partner feel good. So of course he’d be scared of messing it up—being bad at it, ruining the moment, finishing too quickly… and especially of hurting you (which would result in about a billion “are you okay??” during the act)
He’d definitely try to hide it, partly to give himself a sense of confidence, but also to avoid passing that anxiety onto you. Especially if it’s your first time too!
That said, I think his fears would fade pretty quickly. And even faster if you took the initiative to reassure him and guide him. It would probably even turn him on, seeing you take his hand and place it exactly where you want to be touched, hearing you moan his name… it would drive him insane.
Overall, I think he’d be nervous at the very beginning, especially if you’re more experienced than he is. On top of the usual fear of being “bad,” he’d also worry about you comparing him to your past partners. BUT once things get going, he’d regain his confidence really fast !
• Would he be prepared?
Given Killua’s curiosity and his (lowkey pervy XD), cautious, and organized personality, I think he’d absolutely be the type to do at least some research beforehand.
Honestly, I can totally see him having done it long before even meeting you. Like, there was probably just one random day where he ended up googling “how to make a girl feel good” or “how to make a woman orgasm for sure” just in case.
Canonically, Killua hates rushing into anything without at least some control and knowledge so it totally fits.
But in terms of material preparation? I don’t see him going all out. He’d buy the basics, like condoms, but he’d want to be in and out of the pharmacy as fast as possible out of embarrassment, so he’d stick to the essentials. Unless you specifically asked him for something—then he’d definitely get it for you!
• During the act
At first, he might be a little clumsy. Like, maybe he puts the condom on backwards… but he’d just mutter “tch, damn it,” and redo it.
And then, when he finally pushes into you, after taking his time with foreplay to lessen the pain his size might cause—he’s left speechless. The sensation of your body tightening around him, the warmth, the wetness… he’d never imagined you could have such power over him. It’s almost enough to make him come right away.
He’d use every ounce of self-control he has to pace himself. His thrusts would be soft but strong, sometimes hesitant, sometimes too hard, sometimes a bit rough. But whatever happens, he’s doing everything he can to make you feel amazing—and you’d feel it.
Pretty soon, all his nervousness would vanish under the sound of your moans. He’d get addicted to it—watching you melt under every movement, hearing you gasp his name, seeing the way you completely lose yourself because of him. It would drive him crazy.
He’d probably try dirty talk, but it would come out awkward the first time. Like, he’d say something like, “fuck, you’re so…” but then stop because he doesn’t dare finish it. Honestly, he’d growl more than he’d talk.
And here’s a headcanon I’ve always had: Killua would be extremely careful not to lose control. He knows just how strong he is and how easily he could hurt you without meaning to. (Reminder: he was pushing 64 tons and running at 239 km/h at age 12-13 🥀)
• After the act…
Once he’s finished inside you, he’d immediately soften up. The passion—even the slight roughness—would melt away in an instant. His hands, which had been gripping you tightly, would turn gentle and timid. He’d trace your waist with his fingertips, play with a strand of your hair, kiss your forehead or shoulder. He’d treat you like you were made of porcelain.
He’d be panting, his heart racing a mile a minute, but he’d still try to keep his poker face.
He wouldn’t talk much—just say something shy and nervous like, “was that okay?” or “I didn’t hurt you, right?” Nothing too elaborate.
Of course, being the gentleman he secretly is, he’d bring you tissues, water, maybe even something to eat—basically anything you wanted.
And honestly? I think we can canonically agree that Killua is starved for love lmao 😭. For him, sex wouldn’t just be physical. His first time would be the moment he truly understands what it means to love and be loved physically. And I don’t mean in a twisted or purely lustful way—I mean the intimacy of being that close to someone who loves him would heal him in a way nothing else ever could. Being inside you would feel like an irreversible bond was created.
Then, yeah. Trust me: Killua learns fast. Next time, he wouldn’t be that nervous boy anymore. He’d be a man who remembers every single detail that made you shiver… and who’s ready to drive you completely insane all over again.
AWEE that's so sweet, I was kicking my feet when I read this hehe
There are sososo many AMAZING Killua girls like @pe4cht3a @moondrafts @lovelykil @killuaz0 @etrsilk (off the top of my head, and thank you guys for reading my works, it makes me so nervous but omg so happy) Truly my motivation I had to start and to continue
(I've started school, I'm going to start writing again but I've been adjusting to my aps and dual enrollment! So again thank you for your patience if you are waiting for me to write, im not ignoring requests I swear!)
crashed. face down. drooling into the pillow. like let’s be fr.
sleeps like someone who used every ounce of energy and then shut tf off
wakes up slow, sits up like a little kid with bedhead, rubs his eyes, and smiles at you half-asleep. lowk would pull some stretching his arms wide asf at the top of the stairs like sofia the first does shi😭
no shirt, big shorts, legs sprawled wide does not gaf about position or appearance
snores lightly when he’s out cold, but otherwise just breathes deep
habits:
always warm. no joke. you could fall asleep just leaning against him
occasionally talks in his sleep but like js fragments of sentences
you could move his entire body in his sleep and he’d never notice (think of those 2019 putting my friend in a pool while he sleeps pranks)
sleeps like he trusts everyone in the room (bc he lowk does?!)
shi he would say: “mm… yeah… i saw it… huh?”
⚡ killua zoldyck
how he sleeps:
light n twitchy ahh sleeper. curled on his side or on his back with one arm over his eyes
hates showing his throat when he sleeps (assassin reflexes)
tensed at first, but relaxes if he trusts who he’s near. if he’s with anera or gon, he’ll slowly untangle and soften
wears soft oversized shirts and boxers. very picky about sheets—has to be cold and clean
habits:
will wake up to the sound of a pin dropping, but weirdly doesn’t wake up if it’s someone he trusts moving
has nightmares more often than he admits, but rarely says anything about them (bc he’s killua)
wakes up fast in only two ways: 1. he doesn’t do groggy. he’s just up and 2. he’s groggy (and cranky)
if you look at him while he sleeps, he twitches, like he knows (prolly an assassin habit)
falls asleep with his phone still in his hand
shi he'd prolly say: “i wasn’t asleep.” (he was.)
🔴 kurapika
how he sleeps:
doesn’t.
ok, i lied a little.
he does, but not easily. sleeps late, gets up early. runs on silent ahh endurance
when he does sleep, it’s deeply still. flat on his back, arms folded or by his sides, this fucker doesn’t move
wears soft cotton pants, long-sleeve shirt, maybe even socks typa guy who needs layers for control
eyes open slowly, never jolts. blinks like he’s waking up to a new universe
habits:
he dreams vividly but never talks about it
only lets himself fall asleep around others if he feels 100% safe (which is rare but c’mon we know how he is w the main gang)
everything around his sleeping area is precise. books lined up. phone face down. clothes folded.
sleeps like he’s still guarding something (bc lets be fr he lowk is)
shi he'd prolly say: “i closed my eyes. that doesn’t mean i rested.”
💼 leorio paradinight
how he sleeps:
deep. loud. sprawled across the bed like he owns the room
snores when he’s overtired. breathes heavily otherwise
sleeps with one arm over his head and the other under the pillow
probably shirtless, in plaid boxers or sweats, one sock on, one sock off. no rhythm tbh
habits:
takes forever to fall asleep unless he’s exhausted. always scrolling, muttering, adjusting the pillow
talks in his sleep. whole sentences. sometimes medical terminology
falls asleep during movies or long car rides, head tilted back, mouth slightly open
if you poke him in his sleep, he’ll swat at you and roll over like a grumpy old man
shi he'd prolly say: “mmph. s’fine. just five minutes.” (he’s out for 3 hours.)
🥛 anera vey
how she sleeps:
sleeps on her side, one hand under the pillow, the other curled near her chest
wears a big old t-shirt or a zip hoodie with shorts. she doesn't like feeling too exposed while sleeping
moves around a lot at first, like her brain is still working even when she’s trying to shut down
says incoherent things when she sleeps (starts loud and then... quiets down. but she still talks)
has a blanket she won’t admit she likes (it’s soft and worn and smells like her detergent)
drools.
once she’s out, she’s out. her breathing gets soft and slow and her jaw unclenches
habits:
always washes her face and ties up her hair before bed—even if she’s falling asleep standing up
hates sleeping in complete silence. needs some ambient sound (fan, wind, far-off traffic)
sleeps better if someone she trusts is nearby, even if she’s not touching them
wakes up slow, in pieces. blinks a lot. lowk doesn’t talk for a bit
shi she'd prolly say: “mmph. why are you looking at me. do i look weird. shut up.”
bonus: group sleep dynamics
gon is THEE heat source. people instinctively drift toward him when sleeping in the same room
killua wakes up if anyone gets up for water. silently watches and doesn’t say a word (lowk judgy... but that's bc he's cranky and tired)
kurapika doesn’t trust group sleep setups. the bih pretends he’s not tired, then falls asleep sitting up with his book still open
leorio snores until someone throws a sock at him, and then he doesn’t even remember it in the morning
anera gets tangled in the blanket and pretends it didn’t happen killua helps untwist her legs if no one’s looking🥹🥹
