#killua headcanons

perhaps it sounds bad to most, but the way you were so pitifully clueless during all the times he was so daringly and blatantly ogling at your figure, caused even more of a rush to flow throughout killua’s whole entirety.

gosh, the way you’d bat your fluttery eyelashes up at killua whilst he tried his best to focus on your words instead of other parts of you always lead him to the most down-bad imaginations of you to occur in his filthy mind.

the way he craves to be the sole reason your pretty lashes are moistened up, all clumped up together by dampened mascara as he works his pale and slender fingers inside of your dripping cunt, ruthlessly. dismissing all the tears streaming down your face and whimpers as he gradually forces you to your breaking point.

no doubt 100%, goons to your instagram pictures where your full figure is captured. scratch that, kil could jack that shit off just from an ordinary photo of your face. not the poor guy’s fault that you possess such an attractive face :]

does this even need to be stated? this manwhore for sure thinks about all the way he’d ruin you in his mind, whilst moaning out your name under his panting breath as he nears his high, that unbearable knot sensation forming in him.

sigh, if only he could touch you instead of himself.

you’re just genuinely so dense at this that you don’t even realise what killua’s focusing on when you do notice his gaze being fixated onto your chest.

“mm.. oh! kil, are you checking out my new necklace? isn’t it adorableeee..?” your fingertips slightly grazing past the surface of the dainty pendant, concluding to the wonderful idea that the sweet silverette was simply admiring your new accessory.

“ahh.. yeah, for sureeee… y/n. it’s real cute. looks good on you.” killua dragged his words for a mere moment as his consciousness directed itself back to humouring your rather innocent deduction. killua being killua, admittedly felt relieved that you hadn’t YET figured out just how lustful he was for you.

this meant killua could outright stare at your breasts from now on. you were conveniently and lovably foolish.

once you guys finally became a pair, this man’s freak level was fucking INSANE.

oh my, the way killua would SO DEFINITELY talk you through it all?

“awh- kil..killua! t’ much!” your cries are hoarse and desperate, practically rattling the walls of the bedroom. the warm plush of your thighs engulfed killua’s sides as he was atop of you, wrecking you into an unrecognisable mess. his tip already buried deep into you as he continued on, leading to your legs trembling uncontrollably as you felt tortured.

the sensation, the way your insides accommodated to his pulsing cock felt like a dream come true to killua. his hardness stretched out your gummy walls as he lightly grazed his lips over your jawline, slowly but surely trailing up to your ear.

“you can handle it… you’re already such a good girl, just keep taking me.”

constantly catches you off guard. killua would totally randomly give your tit a squeeze or “boink”, deviously biting back a snicker as he’s already predicting the scene of you shooting your head up at him in pure shock, speechless and eyes wide in disbelief at his unpredictably perverted behaviour.

YOU woke up early, heart racing with excitement. Today was Killua’s birthday — and you’d been planning a little surprise all week.

When Killua finally came out of his room, rubbing sleep from his eyes, you were already waiting in the living room. In your hands was a small, carefully wrapped box. “Hey,” he mumbled, voice still rough from sleep. “Happy birthday,” you said, smiling softly. “I didn’t get you anything huge… but I thought you might like this.”

Killua raised an eyebrow, looking both curious and a little suspicious — like he always did when you got that quiet, serious expression. He took the box carefully, his fingers brushing yours. “You didn’t have to.” You shrugged. “I wanted to. It’s today, after all.”

Killua finally tore off the wrapping paper, revealing a simple silver chain with a tiny lightning bolt charm. He looked up at you, eyes wide just for a moment. “It’s perfect,” he said quietly.

You sat beside him on the couch, feeling warmth spread through your chest when he looped the chain around his neck.“Did you plan anything else?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe a little cake,” you teased. “And some ice cream. Your favorites.”

Killua’s smile grew, and he nudged you gently with his shoulder. “Thanks. For making today feel normal. And not like some big, annoying thing.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, heart full.

“Just us,” you promised.

Yeah.. that would all end SOON!

Couple minutes later

You and Killua were sitting close, sharing the cake quietly after dinner. The room felt calm, just the two of you enjoying the moment.

Suddenly, the door burst open. “Killua! Happy birthday, man!” Gon grinned, holding up a ridiculously large party hat. “I brought snacks! And balloons! And—” Killua groaned, rubbing his temple. You shot Gon a look. “Could you maybe… not?”

But Gon just laughed, bouncing in with his usual energy. “C’mon, it’s a party!” Killua sighed but gave a small smile. “Thanks, Gon. Guess it’s not just ‘us’ anymore.” You nudged Killua playfully. “Well, at least it’s memorable.” Gon plopped down between you two, beaming. “Best birthday ever!”

Firm. Final. Fully delusional. You didn’t respond — just showed him a photo on your phone, a tiny black-and-white kitten with way too big ears and a dumb little blep tongue. Killua blinked “…what the hell is that thing doing with its tongue.” You sighed “He’s thinking. You can tell he’s smart.”Killua stared at it “He looks like he got hit by a thought too hard and never recovered.” You slightly bumped his arm in annoyance, “So I can go fill out the adoption form?” Killua widened his eyes “No—wait—[Name]—!”

🐾 3 Days Later

The kitten was named [c/n]

And he had already taken over the apartment. Killua stood in the hallway, arms crossed, watching you chase Mochi around the couch with a feather toy. He scoffed. Loudly.“…he’s stupid.” You looked at him rolling your eyes “He’s a baby. Killua scoffed once more, “Babies have brains.” Killua stared down at him. Mochi blinked. Killua stared back again, as he spoke “I will punt you.” “No you won’t.” “You don’t know that.”

🐾 1 Week Later

Killua woke up before you. Mochi was asleep on his head. Dead center. Curled up like a tiny mafia boss. Killua couldn’t move without waking him — or you — and he hated how warm the little thing felt. So he laid there. For twenty minutes. Absolutely still. Plotting revenge… But also gently petting Mochi’s back while whispering “You’re so lucky she loves you.” As Mochi purred against him, Killua slowly drifted off to sleep, and by the end of the day, they had somehow formed a bond..