illumi will be pretty calculated in his moves, each movement purposeful, like he is mapping you out.
his thumb trace your lips lightly while his other hand grabs your cheeks, his grip is secure but not too rough. his gaze piercing, unblicking.
“you think you can escape me? no one can”
his touch would be surprising gentle sometimes, almost tender as he observes you closely. however, is because of his unwavering control.
‘you’re so…perfect for me. only me’
running his finger over your body, untill it reach almost your pussy and then back then. his fingers feels purposelful like he’s claiming every part of you.
‘i-illumi…more’ you try to rush him but you don’t stand a chance, his teasing is torturous.
‘keep pushing, and you’ll see exactly what happens when you disobey me’ he cups your pussy, making you gasp.
‘but i don—‘
‘i will always have you right where i want you’ he comes closer, his lips closer to yours, you earn to taste him, feeling so aroused it drives you mad.
he start coming down untill his face reach your pussy, making you shiver impatiently as his tongue dive between your folds. kissing your lips and playing with your clit, moving slowly as your hands gripping the sheets because of the pent-up arousal.
he is moving how slow and how fast he desire, gauging your reaction until you cum how many time he wants.
by the time he is down with you, you are completly at his mercy.
chrollo
chrollo tends to be composed but his calm exterior crack slightly when he feels you challenging his control.
‘i know what’s best for you, y/n. let me take care of everything’
‘chrollo i don’t wanna figh—‘
he wouldn’t let you escape easily, pinning you against the wall, enough to make you feel trapped.
‘you love me, don’t you?‘ hiz gaze so intense, flickering from your eyes to your lips
‘of course’ you whisper, your response coming from you like a script
he come closer to you ear, whispering ‘i make sure you never reget giving me your love.’ his tongue find your earlobe, making you tremble with need ‘you are everything i need’
he kiss you with a urgency, his touches rough but precise, not ouf of anger but to make sure you understand the weight of his hold on you.
he will kneel between you, a surprise looking at your face as he undress you slowly
‘c-chrollo?’
‘you want this, don’t you?’ he kiss your clother pussy, heat already formed between your legs ‘you’ve already given yourself to me’ he emphasize by pulling your panties down as he start kissing hungrly making you moan shamelessy. ‘and you’ll keep doing so’
‘chrollo—y-yes, please’ you grind on his face, your legs tremble
‘who do you belong to?’ he whispers between his licks, teasing you and kissing your thighs before returning his tongue on you
‘you. only you. always’ you say desperatly, barely controlling yourself
‘such a good girl. you’re making me pround’ as he gives you finally what you wanted, making you cum all over his face.
bonus! (mostly greenflag)
kurapika
kurapika could be quite intense. expecially after something almost happening to you or thats what he thinks so before of his concern.
at night, he will grab your arms gently but secure and look into your eyes with an intense yet loving gaze
‘you have to listen to me’ his words sharp but because he is urging you to listen to him.
‘i’m listening kura—‘
‘why do you always test me? i only want to keep you safe’ he is pushing you slowly further into your shared room.
‘i know baby, but you need to calm down—‘
‘i’m calm, y/n. i’m doing this just because i love you’ his both hands grabbing your face, making you face melt.
‘i know, kurapika. i love you too’ you try to calm him by your love that he can see in your eyes as you sit down on the bed.
seeing you like this, an idea form into his head, pushing you slowly over the bed
‘you’re my reason for everything i do’ he start kissing your neck and worshiping you with his touched, making you feel so warm and aroused
‘yes?’ you whisper to him as his eyes is glued to you, but your tongue over your lipscatching his attention, closing the distance with a desperate kiss but full of pent-up frustration at your stubbornness and a lot of desire.
you both breathing heavily after he push away.
‘i need you.’ he start kissing you from your collarbone, to between your breast and slowly reaching your belly, his hands around your wrists.
‘you’ve been so good to me. i’ll protect you, always’
his meaningful words making your heart full of emotions and the combination with his touches set your body on fire, making you already so wet because of him.
he will kiss your pussy, inside your tights, your curves and everywhere he can. licking your pussy the way you like, the way he surely knows pleasure you the most.
giving you orgasm after orgasm, purring his heart out with his tongue, making you moan his name again and again.
WARNINGS :: killua x fem reader, implied fem!reader, soft love, teenage love, mentions of killua being compared to a cat (cmon now yall see it), established relationship + more HEAD CANNONS. total wc :: 500~
• Killua has that cool act in front of others, but the second the both of you are alone, he's all over you, like a cat. Resting his head on your lap, holding onto the hem of your sleeve because he doesn't want you to leave >.<
• He denies this, but he loves when you play with his hair, especially when laying his head in your lap! Grumbles when you do it for you to stop but you don't because you can feel how he is leans into the touch. This goes for him dozing off on your shoulder and you don't dare to move due to how peaceful and pretty he looks.
• Killua gives you electric shocks for his own entertainment :( He thinks it's funny when he touches your hand, a slight graze up your spine and gives you the tiniest static shock, and a yelp leaves your mouth, he can't take you seriously.
• Same with his hands! I headcanon that his body runs on the cold side, and he loves sneaking them under your sleeves to make you jump. But if your hands are cold? He’ll quietly grab them and hold them between his palms, acting like it’s no big deal.
• He can't take a complement at all, if you tell him he’s strong, cool, or amazing, he’ll act cocky on the outside (regular killua behaviour tbh), but inside, he’s absolutely melting. If you tell him you love him, he’ll freeze up for a second before muttering, "Yeah… I love you too."
• Killua doesn't allows lean for physical affection, however, if you start to pull away from him first and he isn't done he will tighten his hold on you, only just a little bit. He doesn't want your gentle touch to leave just yet.
• Killua tries to act cool, but if you flirt back, he completely short-circuits. If you call him cute? He’ll fold. If you kiss him first? He’ll go silent and avoid eye contact for like ten minutes.
• He isn’t the most openly affectionate, but sometimes, when you’re talking or distracted, he’ll randomly lean in and peck your cheek. Then he’ll act like nothing happened, even though his ears are bright red.
• Gon is always teasing Killua about how soft he is around you. Killua will get all defensive, but the second Gon leaves, he’s right back to being the sweetest boyfriend ever.
• Now on the jealousy factor...If someone even looks at you wrong, he’s already glaring daggers. He doesn’t even have to say anything, his presence alone is enough to make people back off. He won’t admit when he’s jealous, but if someone flirts with you, he’ll casually pull you closer, wrap an arm around your waist, or throw a snarky comment that makes the other person back off.
• He is always watching over you when the both of you are together, he's your bodyguard, you can turn that side of your brain off with him and act however you want.
• He’s always watching out for you, pulling you behind him in crowds, or checking if you’re okay. If you call him out on it, he’ll be like, "Hah? I wasn’t worried or anything." (He totally was.)
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Contents: It was a bad idea to pretend to like a boy just so you'd get Kurapika's attention.
more Kurapika content here
Event M.List
WARNINGS: IT LOOKS LIKE DUB/NONCON BUT ITS NOT, ITS A PLOY!!!! ROUGH SEX, BODYGUARD KURAPIKA AS PER USUAL, BREEDING KINK, LITTLE TO NO PREP, DEGRADATION, POSSESSIVENESS.
Kurapika’s rage is cold and menacing.
He is a beautiful man, it's sad that his emotions aren’t half as pretty as his physique. You have only seen him enraged a couple of times, over time he has learned to suppress the urge to kill and shatter in better ways. Especially since it was in the job requirement, you can’t be the bodyguard of a rich, spoiled brat if you don’t have the patience to handle her.
So, when he’s pinning you in bed, eyes scarlet red, you think you might have fucked up.
“Your father has told you countless times to cease this.” Kurapika says with his eyes very wide, his voice cold and detached as his hands press your shoulders onto the mattress. For how lean he is, he is far too strong.
“My father cannot dictate who I love.” You pout, and Kurapika’s breath hitches.
“You do not love him, stupid girl,” He hisses, venomous. “He’s a good for nothing brat, just like you. Never have been told no, never had limits in place. You have no idea how cruel the world is, why your father, me, and everybody around you has told you to cease your little escapades to see him.” He breathes heavily, blonde bangs shadowing his forehead. “What will you do when your stupidity gets you kidnapped and killed?” He’s trying to talk reason into you, something that usually doesn’t work, you’re far too stubborn, like a mule, even if you’re twice as cute.
“What would you know?” You scoff, trying to squirm yourself free from his bruising grip. He clenches his teeth, expression enraged, before bending down and kissing you. Kurapika, the man who hesitates to even touch you when helping you out of a limousine, is now kissing you with fervor and aggression. His hands trail from your shoulders to your hips, snaking under the frilly skirt of your babydoll night gown. You gasp, and he bites your lip to silence you.
“Stupid girl,” He growls, rutting, rolling his hips against your exposed cunt. You don’t like wearing underwear, pompous slut. Calloused fingers map every single crevice and curve, and he flips you over as he lets go of your lips. “I’m not letting you get away from me.”
“Jealous much?” You try and retaliate, in return, you get a spank and your cunt invaded by his cock. You can feel the blonde bush, neatly trimmed, rub over the globes of your soft, perky ass as he buries himself to the hilt. You gasp, clawing at the bedsheets. You don’t think you have ever seen him this impulsive, this enraged. You want to say something, ask him to stop, threaten him, anything, but the words aren’t able to leave your mouth. Your soft, velvety walls flutter around his cock. You hate yourself for enjoying this, for knowing you have fantasized about this for years. About him taking you rough and fast and hard. Would he laugh at you for that? Or would he get even madder for you admitting you’ve been provoking him by flaunting yourself in the arms of another man for a while now? He doesn’t give you time to think, starting to thrust.
“You’re mine,” He bites the back of your neck, his hands coming over to find yours, entwining your fingers together as he fucks you on all fours, like a common whore. “You were made, born, created to carry Kurta seed. Not criminal, good for nothing bastards,” His rhythm is aggressive, erratic, the prospect of restoring his clan both a hurtful piece of his past and a turn on. “And I’ll make sure you fulfill your purpose.”
The fire crackled softly, casting warm shadows that danced on Kurapika's face. His usual sharp gaze had softened, dulled by the comfort of a rare, peaceful evening. You sat close beside him, a thick blanket wrapped around both your shoulders, your head slightly resting on his shoulder.
"You should sleep," he murmured, voice low and quiet.
"So should you," you replied with a tired smile, glancing up at him. "But you're still keeping watch".
Kurapika didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked down at you, his eyes reflecting both the flames and something gentler, something he rarely let anyone see. Then he reached for your hand beneath the blanket, his fingers cold but steady.
"I trust you", he said simply. "When you're near... I feel like i can let my guard down. Just a little".
Your heart did a small, nervous flip. "That's dangerous," you teased gently.
A rare, fleeting smile touched his lips. "Maybe. But its the kind of danger I don't mind."
The two of you sat in silence after that, the kind that felt full rather than empty. The fire burned low, and eventually Kurapika's head tilted, resting lightly against yours. Neither of you moved to changed it.
After Leorio cost your team fifty hours in a game rock paper scissors with the pink girl. Your group of six was put in a surprisingly nice waiting room.
Gon, Killua, and yourself are the same age, all some variation of 12. You became friends with Gon first in the first exam and then Killua a little bit later. You are taking the exam as a way to be able to travel with hardly any cost, that and to get away from a oppressing household was nice.
"Because I want to be!" Gon answers with that cheerful smile of his.
"Because Gon suggested it." Came Killua's quiet reply from behind, his chin on your shoulder.
You three were put on the small pullout couch since you were the youngest of the group. You were put between the two of them by Leorio after the first night because they wouldn't stop throwing pillows at each other and disturbing his "beauty rest".
His words. Not yours.
Gon laughs nervously in the dark room, hoping you don't mind their antics too much. His chin resting right on your chest, his eyes sparkling somehow in the lack of light.
"Yeah, I can see that." You murmur, slowly. You were unsure of where to put your hands so, betting on the safest option, you slid one around Gon like a one armed hug and the other going behind you and around Killua, not restricting, just there.
"That and it's cold in here. The only thing Mister Tonpa and Leorio can agree on is maximum AC." Gon whispers as if it's a secret.
You had to admit the truth there. The middle aged man and teen perv couldn't see eye to eye on much else aside a cold room to sleep in.
"And you're cold from that?" You ask as Gon hugs you more firmly as it becomes apparent you're not uncomfortable. You don't move away from that, you're used to his random hugs by now, even while laying down.
"We both are." Killua speaks first this time, seeming content with the sleeping arrangements as well as he doesn't move away from your hand around his torso. "And you're already warm from the blankets."
"Woah, I'm shocked, Killua. You can get cold?-"
"Hey! Shut up and go to sleep already!" Leorio yells at you three from where he laid. He was still awake from the stench of Tonpa's feet in his face and your chatter.
You glare at him, or where you assume he is, from where you three laid you couldn't see him well, you were still slightly bitter from earlier.
Not the rock paper scissors thing, that you could forgive that and blame it on manipulation. You're still mad he cost you all a point in his match on a stupid bet of whether pinkie pie was a girl or a boy just so he could see that woman's breasts. Probably the first set he ever has seen and it just had to be then.
It's not like he could've waited until the exam was over and get a girlfriend. But noo let's see a criminal's tits while we're on damn a time limit!
Kurapika's small sleepy grumble from is the only reason you stay silent. You respected Kurapika and admired him, you didn't want to get on his bad side now. You say nothing, pulling the blanket up around all three of you. Irritation bubbling up in you.
Despite everything all of you have been through, you're still being treated like children. You left home to get away from that only to find it again in this new setting.
Killua, sensing your annoyance, gave you a small squeeze. "Hey, ignore him. We can keep talking." He murmurs against your shoulder.
As if on cue, Gon yawns. You can't help a small chuckle in amusement at the comedic timing.
"It's fine, Killua. We should sleep anyways. There's no way to tell the time, but we haven't exactly slept since we got on top of the prison." You reason with him and yourself. He nods, despite not needing to sleep himself. Assassin training for the win.
"Yeah, [Name] is right, we have been here for a while." Gon adds, one of his hands moves to hold Killua's arm, as if you three were in a large bear hug. "We should sleep. Even you, Killua. It's not good for you to stay awake for so long."
Killua tsks, pride clearly high despite Gon's concern for him. "I'm fine, I can stay up way longer than just this. I can stay up for three days straight."
"So can every highschooler, that doesn't make it okay." You reply, your tone as deadpan as you expression.
"Shut up." Killua mutters, disappointed his attempt to flex failed. "How long can you stay up, [Name]?"
"However long I need to. Now can we please go to sleep?" You requested, Gon already nodding off. Killua notices and sighs.
"Yeah, fine, whatever...idiot." He whispers the last word.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Liar. But fine. Good night, Killua." You are already suspicious of his normal sleeping habits if this was considered nothing to him.
"Good night, I guess. Good night, Gon."
"Goo' nigh'.." Came the drowsy reply from the normally optimistic boy.
"Out like a light." You whisper, rubbing circles into his back to gently correct his posture.
"You should sleep too. Since it's not okay to stay up this long." Killua mocks your words from earlier. Despite his mocking, he copied your hand motion for Gon but instead on you.
"Shut up, Killua. You first." You shoot back, hiding your face in the pillows. He smirks.
"Your ears are red."
"No, they're not. You're crazy."
"Heh. Sure, I'm crazy." He agrees but he's still mocking you. You know it. You pout then sigh.
"Fine. I'll go to sleep. But not because you told me too. Because I want to."
"Mhm. How about you quit talking about it and actually do it?" He suggests and you can't help but roll your eyes.
"Fine, whatever, jerk."
He chuckles into you shoulder, your grip on him tightening just slightly before relaxing as he continues the motion with his thumb.
You slowly relax into the couch, your eyes closing. Killua doesn't go to sleep, not immediately. He waits until your heart beat has slows, his own syncing up to it. Only a few minutes later does he follow you and Gon to sleep.
Author's note: can not believe it's been over a month since my last post lmao. Anyways, wrote this I'll edit it later. Good night/day everyone, stay safe.
Can I request headcanons on what positions you think Yuta, Armin, and Illumi sleep in? And stuff like do they talk in their sleep, roll around like a hotdog, snore, ect? Thank you 💕
𝒴.𝒪., 𝒜.𝒜., 𝐼.𝒵. - 𝒮𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈
AN: My big three :) I've been trying to finish this for days because of the heeseung stuff obviously, but I finally got around to it so here we go! ♡
CHARACTERS: Yuta Okkotsu, Armin Arlert, Illumi Zoldyck
Yuta Okkotsu sleeps on his side or stomach. He prefers having his arms above his head if it’s a stomach night.
We all saw this one coming, have you seen his eyes? He has insomnia, bad. Yuta Okkotsu is always so stressed out so it’s not that shocking that he’s never really able to make up for all that sleep he missed. There has most likely been a time (a few) where he’s slept for over 20 hours after he got time off.
Yuta Okkotsu wakes up before his alarm, usually to some type of sunlight coming into his room, but it can just be natural too. By then, he’s probably showered and everything, looking over whatever he has planned for the day.
Yuta Okkotsu will let you do a face mask on him before bed. He gets to spend time with you, and his skin feels so soft in the morning. Jackpot.
Yuta Okkotsu is such a crybaby. The first time you woke him up with breakfast in bed he actually cried. You’d seen him having a rough time the night before, and were trying to cheer him up. Safe to say you’d had to move the tray so he wouldn’t cover it in his tears.
Yuta Okkotsu takes frequent naps. On his days off it’s genuinely so relaxing, but he tries to keep them as short as possible to maximize his day.
So random, but Yuta Okkotsu is the type of person to throw the extra pillows off the bed before he lays down, if he has them. Sometimes too many, like 7 or 8 can be too much you know?
Yuta Okkotsu likes massages before bed, even if it's just a few shoulder rubs. Since he’s an overly active guy, his muscles get stiff and sore, so if it’s before bed his body can fully relax. But he can just fall asleep from you touching him to be honest.
Yuta Okkotsu has a very minimal snore, if you could even call it that. It’s more of just soft breaths. Audible but not loud.
Yuta Okkotsu doesn’t move around a lot when he sleeps. He stays still for the most part. Maybe a few small rolls and adjustments of his legs or something, but he’s not ending up on the whole other side of the bed in the morning.
Yuta Okkotsu gets nightmares sometimes. They’re not as frequent as when everything with Rika was so fresh, but they happen from time to time. In those cases he’ll take a walk around the house to clear his thoughts before going back to bed.
A.A.
Armin Arlert never stops talking in his sleep actually. There’s always some type of mumbling going on if he’s not just literally having a conversation with the air.
Armin Arlert has nightmares :(( Not even in a childish way, such as being scared of the boogeyman, but actual nightmares. After everything he went through? You better believe he wakes up in a cold sweat most nights.
Armin Arlert wakes up with extremely bad bed head. Like hair sticking up and all over his face kind of bad. Because of this, he probably keeps a brush or a comb in his bedside drawer.
If there’s a spoon he’s the little one. Either that or you’re just cuddling. Armin Arlert seems like the kind of person to literally be all up under you at any given point. What is personal space? This is probably because of his experience with constantly being left behind.
Armin Arlert curls in on himself in his sleep, a side sleeper. So literally curled up in a ball. Bonus points if he has a blanket in between his arms. Have you seen that one official art?
Nerd!Armin reads books before bed! He is actually so studious so it literally just makes sense. Aside from the fact that he would have a book in his hand in every timeline, it helps him fall asleep more than any other alternative.
Armin Arlert doesn’t mind sleeping with stuffed animals. It doesn’t bother him as much as one would think. Sometimes it helps to have a bunch of things falling on his face when he’s trying to drift off.
Armin Arlert moves a lot in his sleep. Don’t be surprised if he wakes up on the floor. It’s to be expected. It gets to the point sometimes where the couch is more comfortable if you’re a light sleeper.
This goes hand in hand with the last one, but Armin Arlert sleep walks. He will blink and he’s in the kitchen, reaching for some water in the fridge.
Armin Arlert might be one of the heaviest sleepers you’ve ever met if he gets too comfortable. He definitely has multiple alarms; 7:00, 7:01, 7:02..
Armin Arlert is a silent and a white noise sleeper, it just depends on the day he’s had. If it’s been an easy day, he’ll fall asleep in silence. But if it’s been a stressful one, he needs white noise to calm his thoughts.
I.Z.
Illumi Zoldyck sleeps on his back or side, and probably mostly on his back. He doesn’t seem like the type to face towards the inside of the bed either on his side either, definitely towards a wall or something. The only exception would be if he’s watching you sleep or something, which is something he does more than you’d think. He’s just like that.
When Illumi Zoldyck lays on his back, his hands are either resting on his side or his abdomen. There might be times where an arm might rest behind his head, but that’s pretty rare.
Illumi Zoldyck doesn’t sleep on his stomach unless he’s truly exhausted or is injured on his back. Part of this just comes from habit, but also the need to constantly be alert.
Stiff as a board he is, because Illumi Zoldyck keeps his entire body straight. Some people curl in on themselves when they sleep or move around, but not him. He wakes up in the same position he falls asleep in.
Illumi Zoldyck is an early bird, and despite a lot of his jobs being during the night, he has a pretty average sleep schedule. Specifically an “in bed by 7:00pm” type of guy when he doesn’t have a job that night. He runs a strict program around here, and that's just what it is.
Don’t let that fool you though, because you will not catch Illumi Zoldyck sleeping. Bonus points if you wake up in the middle of the night, that’s the only way you have a chance. Keep your hopes down, because most times you will find his big ass eyes staring back at you.
If sleeping with someone else, Illumi Zoldyck doesn’t spoon. He’s not the big (more likely than the alternative) or little one. He just doesn’t seem like the type to like that kind of thing. It will take a lot of convincing for him to even consider it.
Illumi Zoldyck who wears silk pajamas to bed. It had to be said. This man is filthy rich, a man of class and elegance. Have you seen his hair? He does not just wear anything to bed. Only silk of the highest quality too. His sheets, pillow case, duvet cover.
Illumi Zoldyck doesn’t make a sound when he sleeps. Only maybe the low sound of his breathing can be heard. Paired with his stiff positions, sometimes you might get the urge to check if he’s even alive. Yes, it’s that bad.
This might just be because he’s rich, but Illumi Zoldyck occasionally has a glass of red wine before bed. High quality too, in one of his nicest wine glasses.
Bonus! Sometimes Illumi Zoldyck doesn’t wear a shirt to bed. With him wearing loose pajamas, it helps to not constantly be wearing something tight on his body all day. When he’s trying to relax and wind down for the night, he wants to feel light.
@texas-bitch-yee
AN: comments are appreciated ♡
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it is dawn. you are sitting back pressed against the hard rock and it is chilly. though, you feel comfortable enough. maybe it is because feitan is reading a novel a few feet apart from you. you were waiting for other troupe members to show up.
you keep thinking. and overthinking.
“say, fei,” you whisper. he does not answer or look up from his book. just one sigh from his mouth tells you—he is listening. “if you were an animal, what animal would you be?”
“humans are animals,” he states.
“hm?” you ponder for a while. “oh yeah, but... humans are slightly above others anyways.”
it is quiet again. you do not expect his answer, not soon, not ever as a matter of fact. it is like that sometimes.
“you butterfly,” feitan says, so you turn your head to his side, questioning him with your eyes. yet he does not look into yours—his attention is on the dull written pages even now. although you believed he never really read the content of the books when he was around you. he just listens to your breathing, secretly stealing glances at you.
“why? i am a spider after all,” you giggle.
it falls silent again. for a while actually. feels like hours.
“pretty,” feitan murmurs. it is barely audible, still, you heard it. your breathing hitched slightly. that word is something unexpected from him, however you do not inquire about it further. it just finally feels warm. between you.
and you smile a bit. butterfly also means hope, doesn't it?
