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Kurapika Kurta X Fem!Reader

┊WC; 2.3k+┊MDNI┊ TW; creampie (?), Breeding, marking, slight bondage, oral, office sex

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A = Aftercare

Kurapika is definitely touch-starved. After having an intimate moment I'm sure he would love to be near touching your body or the other way around. Having with his head pressed against your chest so you could lull him further into sleep when you play with his hair and softly drag your nails against his scalp. Even having yourself pressed chest to chest with him would give him the comfort he needs.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ B = Body Part (Himself and You)

(Himself) - Kurapika's favourite body part about himself is probably his back or upper chest or neck. I have a feeling he'd love the way you would clasp your teeth onto his shoulder or neck in an attempt to keep your noise down. He'd also had a thing for seeing the soft scratches you drew along his upper chest and shoulder and seeing the aftermath in the morning in front of the mirror causing a sift flush to rise over his pale cheeks as he skims his hands over the scratches. (You) - I guarantee his favourite part about your body is your thighs. This man loves thighs and no one can tell me any different. Kurapika would love to get squished by your thighs. Either him going down on you or you sitting on his face and getting your thighs clenched and shaking around him, showing him the amount of pleasure he's giving you. Whether it be touching them in an intimate or non-intimate way he just simply loves them so much.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ C = Cum (Anything to do with it)

I know that he'd only love to cum in you to see it leaking outside your hole or mouth. Knowing that he could eat you out at the end causing your thighs to tighten around him would make him feel heavenly. If not inside your hole or mouth he'd definitely pull out if you asked to and he'd preferably do it on your abdomen and probably smear it slightly as he would gaze upon how beautiful you looked with his marks pattered on you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ D = Dirty Secret

Would love to see you walking around all dolled up for him. Short skirt and thigh highs, squishing the plump flesh would make him go feral at the sight, this would definitely make him want to fill you up. Maybe even during sex, he'd want you to keep the thigh highs and skirt on, he'd tug and grip onto the thigh highs as he'd thrust into your fluttering hole. Now, more of a Yandere headcanon... Kurapika could be a little bit possessive and would want to make a condition against your own heart swearing that if you should stop loving him you will die. But he can't do that, it would hurt him in the process, but that thought only came to mind after Leorio said a joke about you loving him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ E = Experience

This man was definitely a virgin and probably had to suffer at least once with Leorio showing him porn. When you first were intimate he came within the first few minutes due to sensitivity causing him to apologise over only for you to pull him into kisses and asking to go again because you came as well. Kurapika is definitely a whimperer at times especially when he's about to come, but he definitely lets out the prettiest moans and groans when he enters you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ F = Favourite position

Kurapika would probably love missionary or mating press. This touch-starved man would love to be pressed up against your tits and feel them squish against his chest while your logs either wrapped around his slender waist or him holding them by his side. Would love to lift himself up to see you trembling beneath him with his marks littering your skin. Or possibly cowgirl, seeing you ride him just does something to him as your nails slightly dig into his chest and his hands grip tightly onto your hips helping you move with him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ G = Goofy

Probably really serious. Kurapika takes sexual intercourse seriously and would rather indulge in you as you would to him than make silly remarks. He finds sex precious, he'd definitely be focusing on how much pleasure he's making you feel and focus on how to make you feel even better.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ H = Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes)

Kurapika probably didn't really care about what was going on down there but I'm sure he'd give it a trim once in a while. He probably starts taking more care of himself and trimming/maintaining once he discovers he has more of a sexual urge towards you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I = Intimacy

Definitely on the romantic side. Takes his time worshipping your body with kisses trailing your skin. Makes sure to mumble and tell you how much he loves you and how well you're doing. One day if you asked to be fucked harder he'd be worried and make sure you were okay with it. Def made sure to let a few more of his kisses plaster your skin as he finally gave in and started to thrust harder and faster, making you let out the prettiest whines and moans for him which caused him to like the idea of going a little more rough

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ J = Jack off

He didn't really ever masturbate because he didn't find a reason to. But now that he's met you and seen how pretty you look all for him he would have to sneak back into his bedroom if you were over at Nostrade estate and relieve himself before coming back down, Kurapika would definitely be guilty of doing it with a slight flush still remaining on his face. He'd start to do it more when you two are together in a relationship, the odd time he has time off and you aren't there to help the pretty boy, would masturbate if you are on a mission, and vice versa.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ K = Kink

Okay, here me out, Breeding. This man's clan is no more, so I feel like it would make sense for him to feel the need to be a little bit possessive with his s/o. I don't think he'd ever tell you about the breeding kink but it is obvious to you that he loves filling up your tight cunt with his cum, he'd definitely fuck it back in if he sees even a little bit slip out. He'd probably be all pussy whipped and start muttering about how he wants to cum inside you so badly, and how he wants to fill up your womb-> regarding this he probably wouldn't think about the pregnancy side of filling you up with his cum but more of the 'marking' sense of it. Would def start saying things like, 'gonna cum inside 's much, want you pregnant for me,' maybe he'd get so desperate to fill you to even start letting out the prettiest begs and please, 'please, lemme fill you up, want you so bad, my love,' and he'll continue letting out whimpers and groans into your ears.

Light Bondage? He DEF wouldn't be into hardcore bondage but I'm sure you would feel the cool rings from his chains gripping your things, hips or even resting on your lower abdomen after he spills inside you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ L = Location

Bedroom. No one can tell me anything else. He believes that sexual intentions should be kept nowhere else apart from the bedroom. He feels safest knowing that it's only you two, he lets himself be vulnerable with you, all his touches belong to you and he'll make sure you'll never forget. There'd probably be one time when he'd make you scream loud enough for Leorio to hear because Leorio made a joke about you wanting him and not Kurapika. Pika is a lil jealous pretty boy.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ M = Motivation

Literally, you doing anything for him, blood rushes to his dick before he can do anything. The motivation is that you are doing all of this for him and him only, my god, he's obsessed with you. When you wear his favourite colour, wearing that formal but tight dress he likes to see you wear just does something to this man. Loves to come home from a mission and see's you doing whatever you're doing and looking so PRETTY.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ N = NO

Bondage would be a NO for himself, he just doesn't feel that pleasure that supposedly comes from it. He doesn't like to feel trapped considering he's already got those bitting chains around his heart. He's such a subby service dom that it's painful for you over him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ O = Oral

Giver or receiver? I personally think that Kurapika would be more on the giver side. Like I said before, he loves being in between your thighs so much. He would probably rely on your pleasure more than his, focusing on how he's going to please you. He gets hard and gets aroused just by giving oral knowing that the sounds you're letting out are because of him causing him to let out groans when eating you out. He'd spend the rest of his days in between your legs. Giver or receiver? If you do give head to him it's probably your decision or it's on a day he's feeling really stressed he'd probably shove his cock down your tight little throat to feel better. He'd probably do it in his office as well.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ P = Pace

I think it really depends on his mood. If he's pissed or angry at whatever emails and the amount of missions he's been getting he'd contain himself from thrusting into you. But on the other hand, Kurapika would be more on the sensual side of things, making sure to indulge in every moan and how you tighten around his length, making sure to speed up his thrusts and drag his hands up and down your body as he releases into you and to ride out his orgasm.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Q = Quickie

I don't think he would really be into them. He prefers long sex sessions, knowing he has your body all for himself and he knows he can take his time to reexplore every single inch of your body. But if you were to tease him he probably would do something like denying your orgasm and telling you that you have to wait until later, this causing him to smile against your neck as he can feel the pout on your lips.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ R = Risk

He simply doesn't like to risk anything with you during sex, he doesn't want to inflict any pain on your pretty body knowing that seeing you hurt, it will hurt him as well. He'd probably isolate himself for a couple hours or even days knowing that he was the one who hurt you, even though you said you were fine, he can't take it. If you wanted to try something new, both of you would have to have discussed it before.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ S = Stamina

He probably wouldn't last long at first but would definitely gain stamina the more you two fuck. If he doesn't last long because he's sensitive, Kurapika would make the both of you go more rounds until he's satisfied with how badly you've come and been stuffed. He's learned from the multiple times on how to make your body come instantly and how to make you feel so good.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ T = Toys

Kurapika wouldn't own any himself but If you had one and he caught you using it, he'd probably bring in the same vibrator you were using to pleasure you during sex. He wouldn't use any toys on himself you had probably gotten him to try it at least once and he made his point clear that he didn't like it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ U = Unfair

He'd probably only tease you when he eats you out. Making sure to drag out long strokes of his tongue as fingers you painfully slowly and will make sure to squeeze your thigh when you clench around his head too tight, but he loves it so much. Vise versa being if you were giving him head, dragging your flattened tongue from the underside of his dick slowly enough to feel every throbbing vein and then swirling your tongue around his puffy tip. You'd purposefully let out a groan against his tip and his hands would entangle into your hair, 'please, no teasing my love,' his voice would be so breathless as you'd look up into his scarlet eyes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ V = Volume

HE'S A WHIMPERER and occasionally a moaner/groaner when he tries to keep the noises in. He's so vocal because he's so sensitive, he just loves the way you feel so much, and the noise would get slightly louder as he would reach his climax.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ W = Wild or tame

At the beginning of the relationship, he would have tried to be tame so badly but he just couldn't hold himself further on causing him to be more, he always makes sure not to hurt you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ X = X-ray

His girth is slightly below average but his length is above average which makes up for it. His tip is a soft pink shade with a tiny hint of brown in the colour, which is the same as his lip colour. His shaft is probably slightly, only slightly a shade darker than his pale skin. You make sure to tell him every time you give him head or in general how pretty it is

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Y = Yearning

At the start of the relationship when you first have had sex I know that this man would be all over you for the next couple weeks, he'd want to be in you all the time. If you had a high sex drive he would attempt to accommodate that in the free time he has. He takes the mental factors instead of physical factors. He wouldn't fuck someone he just met but would rather get to know the person emotionally and mentally

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Z = ZzzzZzz

Kurapika is asleep so fast, I mean fast. Whether it's him on your chest, or you on his and even both of you entangled together. You two just need that skin to skin contact. In the morning you two would probably shower together, washing each others bodies.

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Yandere kurapika with a heavy heavy breeding kink. He’s absolutely obsessed with the idea of you being pregnant 👀👀👀

progeny // kurapika kurta

tw ⇢ dub-con, obsessive behavior, imprisonment/isolation, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mention of lactation, implied murder, drugging, handjob, grinding

wc ⇢ 7.3k

It had been six excruciatingly long years since the Kurta massacre. Six years of chasing empty leads, of doors slamming shut in Kurapika's face whenever he got close to the Phantom Troupe. His crimson eyes, once a source of pride amongst his people, now mocked him daily - glaring reminders of his failure to attain vengeance.

So when the encrypted message arrived with a potential location on a Kurta survivor, Kurapika could scarcely allow himself to feel hope. Too many times it had been cruelly dangled in front of him, only to dissolve into agonizing disappointment. He pored over the intelligence again and again, his hands shaking. This had to be legitimate. It simply had to.

Four sleepless nights later, Kurapika found himself on the first available airship to Yorknew City. His leg jittered anxiously the entire way, his mind cycling through every possible scenario. A trap from the Troupe? A sick game? Or could the near-impossible be real? When the ship finally touched down, Kurapika moved like a man possessed, following the coded coordinates to a dilapidated apartment complex.

His trembling hand barely registered the flimsy doorbell as he rang. Seconds ticked by like torturous eternities. Then, after what felt like a small age, the door creaked open to reveal...you. Kurapika's knees very nearly buckled at the sight of those telltale scarlet irises. Tears stung his eyes as he choked out a wavering, "You're one of my people."

That first night, he simply sat in reverent silence, studying the sacred eyes of his kinsman that he'd been deprived of for far too long. You seemed equally transfixed, if not deeply uncertain of this severe stranger's intentions. When you attempted to ask him to leave, Kurapika answered with a resolute headshake.

"I cannot do that. It's too dangerous to leave you here." His voice was thick with the weight of trauma, but також carried a steely undercurrent of determination. "I'm getting you somewhere safe, where no harm can befall you."

True to his word, Kurapika immediately went about securing a transport ship to whisk you away from potential threats. You didn't have a choice. He had failed his clan once before through negligence - he would not repeat that grave mistake. This time, he would smother any flicker of danger towards the Kurta with extreme prejudice before it could even spark.

The following weeks were a fortified blur as Kurapika installed you in a veritable military bunker tucked high in the treacherous mountain ranges. He pulled every resource at his disposal to ensure your isolation and safety was absolute. Each day, he would rise before dawn to pursue his hunt for the Phantom Troupe, searching for that agonizingly elusive trail of vengeance. But like clockwork, he returned to the safehouse every evening, his frayed nerves only calmed by the sight of your scarlet eyes.

At first, Kurapika tried to keep things professional, nodding stoically whenever you greeted him. But the more time passed, the more you became his sole remaining attachment to a people he had lost. He drank in your every word, no matter how innocuous, wanting to ingrain the cadence of his kin on his psyche again. Your existence, your pure perseverance despite all odds, stoked something primal within him.

Eventually, Kurapika began staying later and later into the night, reluctant to abandon your presence, irrationally fearful something terrible may occur the moment he left your side. He started simpling...hovering. Watching you for long, unblinking stretches despite your visible discomfort. His fixation had been ignited, and it burned brighter with each passing day.

It was on one particularly humid summer evening when the stifling mountain air had you gasping for respite. You moved to crack open one of the safehouse's windows, hoping to coax in even the faintest whispers of a cool breeze.

The moment your fingers pulled against the latch, the electronic lock released a sad, mechanical whir of protest. You froze, realizing in that instant that the safety restrictions were not mere automated security protocols. They were under the total control of your increasingly overbearing guardian.

Slowly, you turned to find Kurapika shooting you a pointed look from the wingback chair across the room. His sharp jawline was locked, lips pressed into a severe line as he clutched the access fob in a white-knuckled grip.

"I wouldn't advise that," he said at last, his tone carrying curt reproach. "It's for your own safety to keep the windows secured at all times."

You opened your mouth to protest the blatant removal of your autonomy, but Kurapika silenced you with a mere arch of his brow. Heat prickled in your cheeks, flustered by his sheer audacity, his utter dismissal of your objections before you could even voice them. Who was he to declare what you could and couldn't do?

But as quickly as that spark of defiance flickered, it extinguished under the knowing weight of Kurapika's stare. He knew better than you, had spilled more blood and peered deeper into the abyss of human monstrosity. If he deemed something a risk, no matter how small, you didn't dare challenge it. Your very life rested on his prudence and protection.

So you bit back the fleeting urge to assert your independence. Instead, you gave a meek nod of surrender and retreated from the window with one last, regretful glance at the impenetrable night sky beyond the sealed glass panes. Your world had become startlingly small under Kurapika's wing.

He watched you like a lion scrutinizing its cornered prey until you sank back into the shelter of your designated space. Only once you had compliantly resumed your spot did that intense scrutiny finally ease, his body unsettlingly loose and calm again.

"There's fresh fruit in the kitchen if you need refreshment," Kurapika offered, as if making peace after the unspoken admonishment. "Let me know if you require anything else for your comfort."

You murmured a soft thanks, careful to not meet his pewter gaze for too long. The complex bundles of emotion they sparked - shame, defiance, loneliness, begrudging gratitude - were still too tumultuous to comfortably untangle.

With a slight dip of his chin, Kurapika turned his attentions back towards the scattered intelligence reports sprawled before him. But you could have sworn you caught the faintest wisp of a self-satisfied smirk playing across his lips as he resumed his nightly obsessive planning.

The message was clear: no matter how insular and temporary you hoped this arrangement was, he had no intentions of loosening his ruthlessly overprotective stranglehold. Not now, not ever. For in Kurapika's mind, he had already failed his clan once before.

He would not fail their legacy again, even if it meant eclipsing your every last freedom under his total, unwavering control. Your life belonged to him now.

What had begun as a flicker of protectiveness had been steadily stoked into an all-consuming obsession. And there would be no putting out that raging fire.

The next few days passed in their now familiar routine of forced complacency. Kurapika would depart each morning on his futile hunt for the Phantom Troupe's latest trail, leaving you confined to pacing the reinforced walls like a caged animal. You attempted to resist the itch of restlessness, but it clawed at your insides, making you increasingly reckless.

It was on one particularly moonless night when Kurapika was delayed by an anonymous tip that you decided to seize your fleeting window. You waited until the security monitors confirmed him still blocks away before punching in the override codes and disabling the safehouse's locks. You didn't have a plan or destination in mind - you simply needed to feel the sweet embrace of open air again, to remind yourself of the unfettered freedom you had lost.

The sleepy mountain town seemed almost haunted in the inky blackness as you strode its deserted streets. The crisp night wind caressed your face, and you reveled in the simple pleasure of being anything other than a prisoner in your own refuge. Eventually, your aimless wandering drew you towards the soft amber glow and faint music wafting from the local tavern.

A hand came to rest on the rickety oak door, then stopped as you wavered. Kurapika could return any moment now. But the fleeting indulgence of a cold pint and casual conversation with strangers was too tantalizing to resist any longer. Steeling your nerves, you pulled the door open and strode inside.

The raucous sound of drunken laughter and the thick fog of smoke immediately assaulted your senses. You wound through the crowd to the dingy bar, squeezing between bodies until you could flag down the bleary-eyed bartender. He poured you a tall glass of the darkest stout on tap without a second glance at your rumpled, out-of-place appearance.

As you nursed the first few sips, savoring the bitter familiarity, a rough voice lilted from behind you.

"Well aren't you a little ways from home?"

You turned to find a smarmy looking stranger waggling his brows lecherously. His breath reeked of stale beer and desperation.

"Just looking to unwind is all," you replied curtly, turning back towards your drink.

His calloused hand suddenly snaked out, gripping your forearm with surprising strength as he leaned in too close. "Well then how 'bout I buy the next round and we can 'unwind' together, sweetheart?"

You wrenched your arm away with a disgusted glare, preparing to hurl a blistering retort. But even as the first word formed on your lips, an eerie wave of dizziness crashed over you, blurring your vision. The tavern seemed to tilt precariously as you swayed on the barstool.

No...it couldn't be. That first drink. You made the mistake of leaving it unattended. As the horrible realization dawned on you, your faculties began to rapidly abandon ship.

"There's a good girl," the leering stranger's voice slurred as if underwater. "Just relax and enjoy the party favors."

You tried desperately to cry out, to raise even a tremor of alarm, but your voice failed you. The room pitched and spun until merciful darkness finally swallowed you whole.

The crisp slap of cool night air was like a bucket of ice water shocking you back to semiconsciousness. Your eyelids fluttered open to find yourself being half-carried, half-dragged down a dank alleyway by that stranger. The cloudy haze in your brain screamed at you to fight, to thrash and flee, but your body responded with only feeble murmurs.

Suddenly, a dark silhouette stepped out from the shadows up ahead, swiftly blocking your captor's path. The figure prowled closer, the dim streetlight glinting off a shock of brilliant blond hair.

Even in your drugged stupor, you immediately recognized the menacing aura radiating off of Kurapika. He had found you. Your heart should have leapt with relief, but your addled mind could only focus on the pure, unadulterated fury etched across his features.

"Let her go." His tone was low, practically subterranean with its seething intensity. "Now."

The stranger paused, seemingly taken aback by Kurapika's threatening presence despite outnumbering him. His grip on your arm only tightened stubbornly.

"This doesn't involve you, kid. I'd beat it while you still—"

He never got to finish that thought. Kurapika's knuckles connected with the man's nose with a wet crunch before anyone could blink. As he collapsed in a heap, clutching his bleeding face, Kurapika moved with terrifying fluidity.

A haze of fists and chains and guttural screams engulfed the cramped alley. You flinched with each tormented wail, hunched against the damp brick wall as your assailant's bones shattered piece by piece. The copper stench of blood flooded the air in thick, viscous clouds.

When it was finally over, the sickening sound of the stranger's gurgling breaths were barely audible above the drumming of your pulse thundering in your ears. Kurapika stood over him, chest heaving from exertion as he slowly retracted his bloody knuckles and Nen chains back into waiting.

Only then did his gaze fall upon your fragile, crumpled form. The molten rage simmering behind his eyes extinguished instantly, transposing into something akin to lucid fear. In a single deft motion, he scooped you up and cradled you against his chest.

"It's alright...you're safe now," Kurapika murmured, his voice dripping with the type of tender worry one reserves for a gravely injured child.

You opened your mouth to respond but only a pathetic whimper escaped your dry lips. Horror at your near miss quickly gave way to the warm comfort of Kurapika's secure embrace. Your eyelids grew impossibly heavy as you nuzzled against the soft linen of his blazer. Even as the world faded to black again, you felt utterly, inviolably safe within the confines of his sinewy arms...his obsessive protectiveness.

When you finally came to again, it was in the dimly lit familiarity of the safehouse's living quarters. Kurapika sat vigilantly on the edge of the mattress, his eyes two orbs of hollow, sleepless torment.

As you stirred, he immediately went into a flurry of doting. Cool rags were pressed to your clammy forehead. Chilled teas and electrolyte waters hovered against your lips, Kurapika tipping them carefully to soothe your sandpaper throat. His touch was insistently gentle, but you could sense the roiling tempest churning beneath that zen exterior.

In your addled state, you kept up a litany of small whining sounds and petulant fidgets. Kurapika bore each one with inexhaustible patience and care, stroking your hairline languidly as you grumbled childish complaints about your headache or an itch that needed scratching.

Even as the last vestiges of the toxin worked its way out of your system over the next several hours, you never felt fear or vulnerability - only the profound relief of being tended to so meticulously under Kurapika's hawkish devotion.

Several times, his gaze seemed to unconsciously drift down to your parted, pouting lips as you whined insistently. You thought you caught his throat bobbing ever so subtly, as if waging an internal war with some primal desire. But the moment never transversed, and he remained ever the devoted, if tightly-wound caretaker through the hazy night.

It wasn't until the first rays of dawn filtered in through the slitted windows that you drifted into a deep, restorative slumber. And in those last, fleeting moments of consciousness, you realized with dawning horror how completely and utterly co-dependent on Kurapika's obsessive protection you had allowed yourself to become.

In the aftermath of the nearly tragic incident, there would be no venturing outside again...not without him. Not ever. The fire of his obsession had been stoked into a conflagration - one he wholeheartedly welcomed if it meant never going through such terror again.

You had been rescued from the depths of pitiful frailty, only to become irrevocably entangled in the dark, singular orbit of Kurapika's unhinging fixation on you. And from that point on, fleeing its gravitational pull would be inconceivable.

In the days following your terrifying brush with tragedy, Kurapika became an utterly inescapable presence in every waking moment. Where there was once at least a semblance of periodic solitude as he attended to his Phantom Troupe hunt, now there was only the soft footfalls of his eternal proximity.

He lingered in the periphery like a silent, hollow-eyed sentinel as you tentatively went about your daily routines. If you retreated to the bathroom to bathe, Kurapika wordlessly trailed just beyond the cracked door - near enough to instantly intervene at any prospective threat, far enough to preserve a facade of privacy. You found yourself instinctively avoiding the mirror, unable to meet the shame of your own reflection exposed under his vigilant leer.

At night when you crawled between the sheets, Kurapika took up an immovable post in the wingback chair at your bedside. You lost track of how many dawns you awoke to find him stock-still in that exact position, eyes open but untainted by even the slightest hint of slumber. His piercing stare studied your sleeping form with the rapt diligence of a memorial statue guarding a crypt.

You stopped attempting to dissuade him from these nightly vigils. The few feeble protests you voiced only caused his jaw to hinge tighter, a muscle throbbing with mute ferocity. He would not be deterred or negotiated with - this was the price to pay for the grave lapse that nearly severed you from his obsessive care.

If you shuffled into the kitchen to prepare meals, Kurapika's shadow would materialize just behind your periphery. You quickly learned to suppress any instinctual startles at his sudden appearances, lest you mistakenly provoke his haunted man's nerves. He never spoke or impeded your chores, but the mere imposition of his intense presence transformed even the most banal acts into ordeals of hyper self-consciousness.

Some evenings as dusk cloaked the mountain safehouse, you would chance hopeful glances out across the perimeter's reinforced windows. Vast forests of pine and spruce swayed in hypnotic tandem with the coastal breezes sweeping up from the sapphire horizon. Your gaze traced every contour of the landscape beyond that glass barrier - drunkenly drinking in the beauty and vast freedoms you had once taken for granted.

Without fail, Kurapika would seem to materialize at your side during these morose ritualistic dances. Not an inch separated your arms as you stood wordlessly, noting how his chest would slowly rise and fall in mirror-sync to your own. His quicksilver irises carefully studied the longing etched across your features, probing for any fragile cracks that may signal another reckless bid for escapism simmering beneath the surface.

You soon discovered it was easier to not meet his needful, imploring stare on those evenings. To instead lose yourself in the melancholy meditation of what lay on the other side of that glass partition - the lush, unfolding world of oxygen and wilderness and infinite possibilities now forever sealed away from your grasp by this compound's fortifications. The reckless abandon that landed you in such peril in the first place.

Even during the sporadic moments you managed to steal for idle time - curling up with a borrowed novel or simply staring vacantly at the safehouse's sterile walls - Kurapika's presence would pervade your space like a congealing, inescapable vapor. You became aware of every infinitesimal motion in your peripheral field, each aborted gesture from him laden with fierce meaning and scrutiny.

He would simply materialize in your blind spots, folding that lithe frame into the nearest chair or loveseat until his entire posture radiated a single, silent statement: I'm here. I will always be here to watch over you from this point onward.

And you lacked the will to protest this gradual dissolution of personal boundaries. Not when the memory of that squalid alleyway still haunted your subconscious with visions of shadowy hands groping, of Kurapika's knuckles shattering bone in retribution. You were in his custody now, for better or for worse.

Even as the weeks blurred indistinguishably together, Kurapika seemed to only swell with more unquenchable determination. Daily you witnessed his demeanor oscillate from the gruff stoicism of a jaded warrior, to the endearingly focused worry of an overly-fretful parent, then finally the predatory ruthlessness of a beast safeguarding its sickly litter from any prospective encroachment.

There was a possessive ferocity igniting behind those slate irises anew each time his gaze passed over you. As if merely looking upon your face, your chest inhaling each breath, was an involuntary ritual - the only reassurance that could momentarily dull the roaring anxiety in his psyche.

So Kurapika kept vigil, and you stopped attempting to politely deflect his obsession. Better to accept this isolated existence under his ever-watchful protectionism than risk another lapse that may invite that same violence and horror down upon you both. At least here, within these confining walls, remained the unshakable constant of his presence...his dominion over your absolute safety.

The weeks crystallized into cold months, Kurapika's fixation only intensifying like a caged flame feasting on its own limited oxygen supply. Until eventually, you struggled to remember what life could have possibly looked like before this arrangement - before his utterly uncompromising ownership of your personal inviolability became the sole, inescapable pillar of reality itself.

You mustered up what little courage remained and approached Kurapika one evening as he pored over the dwindling stack of intelligence reports.

"Kurapika...I need to get out of here, even if just for a little while," you said, trying to keep your tone measured. "Taking a walk through the village, feeling the sun on my face. Please, I'm going stir-crazy cooped up."

His pewter gaze slowly lifted, boring into you with an inscrutable intensity. You braced yourself for the immediate dismissal, the curt rebuff that your pleas for a shred of freedom were selfish folly in the face of your security.

Instead, Kurapika simply gave a slow, deliberate nod.

"Very well. But I will accompany you. My presence is non-negotiable for your safety."

Your heart leapt at his acquiescence, yet you knew better than to voice any objections to his stipulations. That, too, was non-negotiable when it came to Kurapika's obsession.

The next morning, you ventured out with Kurapika at your side, his eyes sharply scanning every alleyway and passerby like a starving falcon scrutinizing the underbrush. You tried not to let his overdone protectiveness dampen your elation at breathing fresh mountain air and ambling aimlessly without the barriers of steel and concrete constraining you.

At one point, you stopped to admire a young mother cradling her newborn along the village square's central fountain. The infant was swaddled snugly in a pale yellow blanket, their tiny face completely ensconced in peaceful slumber. You couldn't help the wistful pang that tugged at your heart watching the scene.

"Would you like to hold them?" the mother offered warmly after catching your enamored glances.

You looked to Kurapika, almost reflexively seeking his permitting nod as if he were your warden. To your surprise, he simply watched in pensive silence as you gingerly supported the bundle's head and brought the sleeping babe into your embrace.

A serene calm washed over you as the newborn's warmth and weight settled against your chest. Your body seemed to instinctively know all the coddling motions - the gentle swaying, the soft shushes, the protective tuck of the blanket over their tiny frame. For a fleeting moment, everything from the outside world evaporated - the threats, the walls imprisoning you, even Kurapika's hawkish presence. There was only the simple perfection of cradling new life, so pure and unblemished by the world's cruelties.

All too soon, the spell was broken as the mother reached to take her child back. You surrendered them with one last, regretful look into their peaceful slumbering features. As you turned back towards the path, you caught an indecipherable look swimming behind Kurapika's silvery irises. Was that...yearning?

The walk continued in loaded silence until you reached the safehouse again. Ever vigilant, Kurapika checked and triple-checked all security parameters were active before allowing you both back inside. He then insisted on giving you a full body inspection, tutting over any prospective scratches or bruises you may have sustained.

Night fell, and you began your usual bedtime routine of winding down with a book on the living room's plush sofa. Right on cue, Kurapika appeared to take up his self-appointed post in the chair alongside you.

Rather than lapsing into his typical reserved observation, he seemed...restless this evening. You caught his gaze flicking over your face and abdomen several times, his stare carrying an uncharacteristic intensity more akin to hunger than mere study. Finally, just as you were about to question his odd distraction, Kurapika leaned forward in his seat.

"You looked quite natural with that baby earlier," he stated in a low, ruminative tone. "I could envision you as a tender, nurturing mother. The image....suited you."

You felt your cheeks flush hotly despite yourself, ears straining to detect even the faintest undercurrents of impropriety in his demeanor. Just what was he implying?

When you finally found your voice to respond, Kurapika cut you off by rising abruptly to his feet.

"Get some rest. That's enough activity for one day."

With that, he swept towards the bedroom, leaving you to simply blink owlishly in his wake. You worried your lower lip, unable to voice the nagging feeling that his comments carried some suggestive subtext your mind simply couldn't piece together.

For now, it seemed Kurapika's ever-watchful protectionism had evolved to encompass...other considerations. Ones that, given his increasingly mercurial obsession over you, prompted entirely new uncertainties to send your heart murmuring apprehensively against your ribcage.

In the days following Kurapika's unsettling comments about motherhood, an inscrutable new energy seemed to permeate his already intense obsession over you.

His customary silent vigils persisted as always - the motionless sentrylike presence shadowing your every action, the sleepless nights spent unblinkingly patrolling your bedside like a fanatical bodyguard. But there was also something... else underlying those mercurial silver irises whenever they washed over your form.

Kurapika's gaze had shifted from the typical hyper-focused studying for dangers into outright lingering. You began noticing his line of sight would unapologetically rake up and down the curves and lines of your body whenever you moved about the safehouse. As if he were committing to memory every last dip and swell, documenting it alongside the myriad threat assessments constantly churning through his mind.

His comments, once clipped and strictly pertaining to your security, started carrying strange insistences that left you disquieted.

"You have such a patient, calming presence," he remarked one afternoon while you lounged with a book. "The kids would love you."

You shot him a bewildered look over the rattling chains of innuendo in his tone, but Kurapika simply arched an expectant brow as if awaiting your acquiescence.

Another evening, you bent to retrieve a dropped utensil from the kitchen floor only to straighten and find his towering presence hunched mere inches away, studying you with unrestrained focus.

"Carrying a child would suit your figure," he stated in a detached, clinical murmur. Before you could even formulate a flustered response, Kurapika simply turned and strode off to catalogue more intelligence reports.

The most overt advancement came one evening as you diligently prepared dinner, muscles burning from chopping and stirring the hearty stew. You were so engrossed in your motions that you failed to notice Kurapika materializing behind you until his sinewy arms snaked insistingly around your midsection.

A startled gasp seized your lungs as his palms came to rest possessively over your abdomen, his firm chest pressing flush against your arched back. For a dizzying moment, you were overwhelmed by the masculine heat and musk of him surrounding you so utterly and inescapably.

"Don't linger over the preparations," Kurapika's lilting voice reverberated against the nape of your neck. You shivered despite yourself as his warm breath danced across your skin. "I'm...starving this evening."

His hips unconsciously canted forward ever so subtly, enough to insinuate himself deeper into the negative space behind you. The unmistakable prominence of his semi erect cock nestled with shameless insistence against the supple curves of your ass through the thin linen of his trousers.

Just as your befuddled mind scrambled for any coherent reply, Kurapika abruptly extricated himself and strode off with the same unruffled collectedness as always. As if he hadn't just allowed the most salacious depths of his obsession over your body to rupture, however briefly, to the surface.

You stood rooted in place, blood pounding deafeningly in your ears as a dozen frantic impulses warred within you. Outrage, indignation, fear, reluctant curiosity... and horrifyingly, something darker and more primal still that responded with undeniable want to the memories of Kurapika's powerful, unapologetic dominion over your personal space.

When you finally managed to recompose yourself and carry the pot of stew to the dining table, Kurapika was waiting with his customary inscrutable expression. No hint of the previous violation lingered in his pewter irises - only that same boundless, soul-deep need to protect and provide that had morphed into such zealous, all-consuming obsession.

As you picked warily at your bowl, hyper-aware of his eyes drinking in your every move, you knew there would be no acknowledgement or discussion of the incident. He had simply exercised another disquieting assertion of ownership over your body and intimate personal freedoms. Just as he had with everything else in the vise of his self-appointed guardianship.

With a smoldering pit of unease taking root in your core, you realized this new dimension to Kurapika's fixation was only beginning. What fresh transgressions would his possessive appetites attempt to justify through the warped lenses of security and obsession?

Only time would tell what depraved lines he may be willing to cross... all in the name of protecting the last remaining embers of his beloved Kurta legacy.

Over the following days, Kurapika's comments about you having children took a disturbingly frank turn. Gone were the veiled observations about motherhood - replaced by straightforward statements that left no room for interpretation.

"Feels like you'd make a good mom," he mentioned offhandedly one evening as you cleaned up after dinner. His eyes shamelessly raked over your body. "Got the hips for it, that's for sure."

You froze, heat prickling your cheeks at his brazen appraisal. Before you could formulate a flustered response, Kurapika simply continued.

"We should think about making that happen sometime. You know, for the clan's sake." He gave a nonchalant shrug, as if discussing something as mundane as laundry plans.

Your mouth opened and closed, utterly stunned by his audacious suggestion. But Kurapika didn't linger or acknowledge your discomfort. With a final weighted look, he turned and strode from the kitchen, leaving you rattled to your core.

The inappropriate remarks only escalated from there. Kurapika seemed to grab any available opportunity to leisurely speculate about you bearing his child in graphic detail.

"Pregnancy's gonna do amazing things for those breasts," he mused one morning while you brushed your hair. You could feel the heated trail of his stare lingering on your chest in the mirror's reflection.

You very nearly dropped the hairbrush, whipping around to gape at him in disbelief. Kurapika simply held your flustered glare, his expression infuriatingly impassive.

"What? Just being honest here," he stated with a casual shrug of his broad shoulders. "Don't act so scandalized. This is a big damn deal for preserving our people."

His dismissive indifference towards your obvious mortification only fanned the flames of your humiliation. You wanted to shriek at him, to demand he stop vocalizing such disturbingly personal thoughts. But Kurapika's piercing stare maintained its unwavering intensity, extinguishing any momentary flicker of outrage before it could take root.

You knew better than to protest his obsession. Raising objections now would only make his intentions that much more overt...and quite possibly hostile. The thought chilled you to your core.

So you suffered in whip-tailed silence as Kurapika's indelicate comments plagued nearly every interaction. No activity, no matter how innocuous, seemed off-limits for him to unsubtly speculate about you becoming his breeding mate in graphic vernacular. And with each new remark, you saw the feral glint smoldering brighter and brighter behind his slate irises.

It was only a matter of time before he outright admitted the depraved depths of his fixation upon you. You dreaded that inevitability, but decided playing meek and obedient remained the wisest strategy for self-preservation. At least until you could formulate an escape plan from under his obsessive watch.

You did your best to hide any discomfort at Kurapika's increasingly frank comments about you having his children. Outward protests only seemed to egg him on with even more graphic remarks. So you kept up a facade of calm obedience, hoping it might discourage him from acting on his unhealthy fixation.

But Kurapika wasn't so easily deterred. His obsession had morphed into an all-consuming hunger that chipped away at his restraint day by day. You saw the signs - his jaw clenching, fists balling up as he inwardly battled those urges. Sometimes you'd catch him staring at you with undisguised longing, his gaze hungrily tracing your curves.

It all came to a head one autumn night as you pretended to read, keenly aware of Kurapika's presence lingering nearby. The tension was suffocating, his pent-up intensity rolling off him in waves. Several times you felt him move closer, only to sense him forcibly checking himself. Finally, you decided to try excusing yourself to the bedroom.

The moment you stood up, Kurapika pounced with startling speed. In one fluid motion, he gripped your shoulders and shoved you back into the armchair, caging you in as he straddled your hips. His lithe body was coiled like a panther pinning its prey.

"Enough games," he growled, his voice low and gritty with want. "No more pretending."

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, taken aback by the naked hunger etched across his chiseled features. This wasn't the restrained Kurapika - this side of him was feral, unrestrained. Arousal and obsession burned in his dilated pupils.

He leaned in close, the hard planes of his body hovering over yours as his hot breath fanned your flushed cheeks. You could feel the thrum of his hammering heart against your own chest.

"You know how obsessed I am with continuing our legacy," Kurapika rasped with grit-toothed intensity. "I'll do whatever it takes."

One calloused hand fisted in your hair, wrenching your head back as he asserted his dominance. You instinctively froze, trembling at his overwhelming presence and display of power. Kurapika drank in your fear and captivation with a ruthless gleam.

"Don't fight it," he warned in a husky timbre. "By morning, you'll be pregnant with my kid whether you like it or not."

A shudder rippled through you at the grim finality of his words. Yet some primal part of your psyche still couldn't help responding to the masterful undercurrents of his seduction, your body warming despite your trepidation.

Kurapika's eyes narrowed, sensing that fractional flicker of reluctant arousal. With taunting slowness, he closed the gap until his lips hovered a hairsbreadth from yours. His tone took on a dangerous, velveteen purr.

"That's it...just accept what's going to happen," he murmured, the barest brush of his mouth against yours. "Don't fight my obsession growing inside you."

Then with a predator's swift strike, Kurapika's mouth crashed into yours with smothering, impatient desire. He hungrily devoured your gasp of surprise, his fervent onslaught of lush dominance overwhelming your senses.

His mouth moved hungrily against yours, hands roaming over your body as if mapping every curve. Kurapika broke the heated kiss for air, eyes glazed with undisguised longing.

"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you'd look pregnant?" he murmured with awestruck reverence.

One of his hands drifted down to splay possessively across your lower abdomen. Kurapika's gaze followed, drinking in the feminine plane as if he could somehow envision it swelling with new life.

"Carrying my child..." he continued in a hushed, wondrous tone. "Your body nurturing the next generation of our people."

He leaned in to trail feverish kisses along the slender column of your neck, causing you to shiver.

"It's all I've been able to think about," Kurapika rasped against your skin. "Just imagining how radiantly fertile you'd look, swollen with my baby..."

His hand stroked tantalizingly over your abdomen again as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling your natural scent like an intoxicating elixir.

"I want that so damn badly," he admitted in a throaty rasp thick with yearning. "To see you heavy and glowing with our future growing inside."

Kurapika's kisses wandered across your jawline until his smoldering gaze locked onto yours again, pupils blown wide with naked obsession.

"Say you want it too," Kurapika pleaded, thumb tracing maddening circles low on your belly. "Tell me you'll let me put a baby in this luscious body..."

He drank in every microexpression flickering across your features with rapt focus, hanging on your every reaction. Kurapika leaned in closer until you were sharing the same heated breaths.

"Can't you just picture how incredible you'd look?" he murmured, voice strained with longing. "Tits getting heavy and full, that stomach finally swelling outward with our child growing inside..."

One of his hands cupped your breast almost reverently, like weighing the promise of its future maternal fullness. Kurapika's thumb brushed over your peaked nipple, drawing a soft gasp from you.

"Fuck...you'd be so unbelievably sexy carrying my baby," he groaned, utterly transfixed. "A goddess - all ripe, fertile curves and that beautiful glow mothers-to-be get."

He nuzzled his scruffy cheek against yours, peppering your jaw with open-mouthed kisses until you squirmed beneath him. Kurapika's palm stroked insistently over your abdomen again, as if willing his fantasies into reality through sheer habit.

"I can see it so clearly, feel how soft you'd be..." His voice dipped into a gravelly timbre. "Just imagine me waking you up with a nice, hard fuck every morning. How many times would I have to breed you before it finally took?"

A jolt of arousal coursed through you, your cunt clenching at his crude, possessive words. You bit back a whimper as Kurapika's hand snaked down between your thighs. His fingers expertly sought the sensitive nub of your clit, coaxing it with languid strokes.

"Maybe I'd just stay buried inside you all night," he growled, grinding his stiffening cock into your hip. "Keep that pussy nice and filled up with my cum, see if that does the trick..."

Your eyelids fluttered shut as Kurapika continued stroking your sensitive folds, his other hand kneading your breast. You felt utterly lost in the haze of his carnal need, swept away by his possessive lust.

"Fuck, that's the sexiest thought," he rasped, grinding his bulge against you. "Imagining you all stuffed and swollen with my kid, knowing I'd bred you..."

Kurapika's lips sought yours, tongue slipping inside to explore and claim. You whimpered into his kiss, helpless to the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins. He finally broke the kiss, his eyes smoldering with naked want.

He didn’t say anything, just studied your features intently as he slowly unzipped his fly. Kurapika's hand disappeared beneath his trousers, pulling his rock-hard length free. He gave himself a few languid pumps, hissing softly at the contact.

You stared, transfixed. His cock was just as you imagined - thick and veiny, pulsing with a hungry need to plant his seed.

"Go on...feel it," he ordered gruffly.

Your hand reached out on instinct, fingertips ghosting tentatively over the engorged flesh. Kurapika let out a hiss, his hips bucking into your touch. You felt a thrill at his response, a surge of feminine satisfaction.

He pressed his cock firmly into your palm, forcing you to curl your fingers around the warm girth. You stroked him experimentally, relishing the velvety-smooth skin stretched tight over his pulsating hardness. Kurapika let out a guttural moan, eyes fluttering shut as his head lolled back in pleasure.

"Get a good look, honey ," he purred. "This is what's gonna put a baby inside you."

His hands reached out to grasp your hips, yanking you down on the armchair until you were splayed before him. Your dress rode up to your waist, exposing your slick-drenched cunt to his ravenous gaze.

Kurapika's cock bobbed excitedly at the sight, already drooling an obscene amount of pre-cum. He gripped your hips, dragging you flush against him. The swollen head nudged your soaked slit, smearing its sticky promise against your heat.

"Gonna make you a mommy tonight," he breathed, eyes glazed with lust. "My sexy little wife, full and round with my kid."

With that, he plunged inside your cunt in one rough, impatient thrust. You cried out as his thick cock stretched you impossibly full. It was a delicious, overwhelming ache, like your body was being molded and shaped to his whims.

Kurapika set a punishing pace, fucking you with relentless intensity. He was like a man possessed, driven by a singular purpose. His hands dug into your hips, nails scoring your skin.

You clutched desperately at his broad shoulders, fingers raking his skin. You were completely overwhelmed by the sensation of him dominating your body, filling you up over and over again with his need.

Kurapika's face was contorted with lust, eyes screwed shut as he pounded into you. His breath came in ragged gasps, sweat-slick chest heaving with exertion. You could feel the raw urgency in his movements, the desperate need to spill his seed deep inside.

Your fingers threaded through his silken hair, gripping the roots as you held his fevered gaze. Kurapika's eyes widened, pupils blown wide with arousal at the display of submission. He gave a guttural groan, his pace faltering as he struggled to stave off his imminent release.

"So fucking sexy," he growled, teeth gritted as he fought to hold himself back. He pistoned into you harder, deeper. His thumb reached down to furiously circle your swollen clit. "Come on, honey. Let me hear you scream..."

You arched into him, the friction of his thumb on your sensitive nub and cock pistoning into your cunt pushing you towards the edge. Kurapika's hips slammed into yours with bruising force, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his orgasm neared.

You felt yourself teetering on the edge, body tensing with anticipation. His hand gripped your thigh, hiking it higher for deeper penetration. That last bit of delicious pressure was all you needed to send you careening over the edge.

Your walls clenched around him, milking his throbbing cock. You came with a strangled cry, body spasming as you squirted onto his cock. Kurapika gave a ragged gasp, his hips stuttering as he chased his own release.

With one final, primal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. You felt the warmth of his seed flooding your womb, painting your inner walls with his virility. Thick, creamy spurts of cum filled you to the brim, his cock pulsing and twitching as he emptied every last drop.

Kurapika's hips rolled languidly into yours, prolonging the aftershocks of his climax. You clung to him, legs trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. Your bodies were entwined, sweat-slick skin pressed flush against each other.

As the haze of lust ebbed away, Kurapika's gaze softened, taking on an adoring warmth. He caressed your cheek, his voice thick with emotion.

"I hope I got you pregnant," Kurapika murmured, voice hushed with naked longing. He leaned down to trail openmouthed kisses along the column of your neck.

"Can you imagine?" he rasped against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Your belly swelling with our child, my obsession made flesh and blood?"

He nuzzled the crook of your neck, inhaling your mingled scents with an almost spiritual reverence. When Kurapika pulled back to meet your gaze again, his eyes were alight with feverish yearning.

"I'm going to dote on you relentlessly," he vowed in a low rasp. "Worship every curve, every new glow you get from carrying my baby."

His palm stroked over your lower abdomen, fingertips committing every plane and whisper of definition to memory.

"You'll let me, won't you?" Kurapika's tone edged towards pleading. "Let me obsess over you morning, noon, and night while you nurture our offspring?"

He dipped down to trail reverent, openmouthed kisses along the valley between your breasts.

"These are going to swell up so full and ripe..." he muttered thickly, voice muffled against your fevered skin. "I can't wait to taste how sweet your milk will be."

Kurapika's smoldering gaze met yours again, pupils blown wide with naked obsession. His hand splayed possessively over your abdomen once more, relishing the possibility of it bearing new life.

"Just stay right here with me and make my fantasy a reality," he rasped, the barest hint of a plea entering his gravelly timbre. "Let me put a baby in you and finally satisfy this all-consuming obsession."

His thumb stroked over the hint of your hipbone, gaze following the motion with rapturous focus.

"I'll take care of you both..." Kurapika vowed, voice dropping to a rugged murmur. "Mind, body, and spirit - you'll want for nothing beyond my total devotion."

With that, he sealed his promise with a searing, breathtaking kiss that made his singular obsession for impregnating you resoundingly clear.

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tinfairies · 7 months

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kurapika with a breeding kink headcanons🙏🏽

Breeding Kink

Kurapika x AFAB!Reader

Someone has to repopulate the Kurta clan, and since no one else can do it, the responsibility falls to him.

Pika wants a big family, and is always subconsciously nesting.

He makes sure you're always well fed, comfy, and taken care of.

Almost always fucks you in missionary. He likes watching your face as he fucks you.

He gets so into it, almost losing control as he moans into your neck and babbles about how he's gonna fill your pretty pussy up with his cum.

Tells you that he's gonna make you a mommy and how beautiful you'd look swollen with his babies.

When he cums inside, he'll stay like that for a little while, rubbing your tummy and making sure his seed takes.

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white-poppie · 1 year

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ST✩RBOY: random hxh hcs

Now playing- STARBOY by The weekend ft. Killua, Kurapika, Chrollo, Illumi Tw: dissociation

💿 Kurapika

The most perfect man there is to exist!!?!!

So I know Kurapika had to almost grow up by himself, so I think he can handle household chores very well.

I would like to think that he somehow discovers baking. I just know he would be good at it <3

I just know he has super pretty cursive handwriting -sighs dreamily-

If you hug him, I know he would be so hesitant, but would slowly nuzzle deeper. If you were close to him and finally hug him, he would literally try his best to hold back tears (Please tell him, it's okay to cry!)

He smells so good omfg. I can't decide between Vanilla or some earthy smell, either way, it's so comforting yet at the same time it's like *eyes roll to the back of head*

You can read this for more scent hcs: Serenade my Senses

Call him pretty boy and he would be so shocked the first time, but as he gets used to it, he gives coy smile <33

I like the think it takes him a long time to get comfortable, but when he does it's so soft that it feels like breathing air. He is so touch-starved tho, so I can imagine him getting clingy after a while. (same bro same)

He is the knuckle and neck kisses type of dude *cue the flusters*

He hates Andrew Tate and his fans like he would go spit on them if could, this guy has the most healthy masculinity in all of anime and I love him for that.

Doesn't really understand the concept of memes tbh, he needs some explaining but he will laugh a little when you send them, he will once in a blue moon send memes but only the cat ones.

(realises how much I wrote for him while about to write more. This man has me on a chokehold frfr)

💿 Killua

He has trans-supporting t-shirts for him and Alluka. They are all matching.

Takes Alluka to pride parades! He has them sat on his shoulder the entire time too!!

Cant comfort a person even if his life depends on it. If you are crying he is just there like 🧍, awkwardly offering you some chocolate robots tho.

He just can't sit without moving every second! Literally a cat 😒

Older! Killua around 16-17 is a massive flirt! He is so quick to pull out reactions from anyone and takes a sick pleasure in it too??

Calls himself 'The Rizz lord' unironically.

His top Spotify artists would be Chase Atlantic, Mother-mother, The Scotts, Nirvana, Mitski and the Arctic Monkeys. Basically really an alt-rock/indie thing going on (us bro.)

💿 Chrollo

Mansplain, Manslaughter, Manwhore, Manipulate, Malewife ™️

Reads macabre literature like Crime and Punishment, No longer human, if we were villains, the secret history etc.

Tbh I feel like unlike how the fandom portrays him, he is a rather normal dude.

Gothic Academia ultra pro max.

Did the Soldier/Poet/King test, wanted 'king' but got 'poet'

Doesn't have pets because he thinks he can not take care of them

He loves animals tho, idk he seems the birds type of guy.

He likes the 'ominous' kind of birds more; like Ravens, Crows, Vultures and eagles.

Listens to Lana Del Ray and Maneskin, no questions asked.

Is scared of diving into conspiracy theories because he knows he would get sucked into the black hole because he is very interested in morbid things.

He is a DC fan, especially Gothan chronicles. (is that what it's called? Yk the things related to Gotham: joker, poison ivy, harlequin etc.)

Tried journalling once, failed terribly, and stopped after a week.

💿 Illumi

Oh wow, he is a difficult one to write about, but you guys love him, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I hate to say this, but I think he frequently dissociates, usually for very short periods of time, he doesn't even know it tbh, just thinks he is out of the element.

He is subconsciously under a lot of stress so his mind tries to flee from it by dissociating.

I wrote a little more about this here: Stuck in a vicious cycle

I think he likes potted plants, especially succulents. He is patient so I can see him take care of even the very difficult ones.

If he is going on a mission, he would go to his mother (because he cannot trust his siblings and father in this matter) like 'take care of my child.'

She actually manages to keep it alive somehow??

I think he knows how to do origami (he saw a child making a paper crane once and got curious.)

Illumi genuinely doesn't know how to care for his hair, he just follows whatever his mom tells him to do, so thank Kikuyo for those luscious tresses.

He has a hyper-fixation on mushrooms (not the psychedelic kind you weirdo). He knows the names of a lot of mushrooms.

Just imagine him and Hisoka taking walk and he randomly spots a mushroom and mumbles to himself 'Coprinus comatus'

and Hisoka is like:

(yes it's a bad meme, but it's the effort that counts)

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ihatealimore · 1 year

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Baking Gone Wrong

It gets spicy (Nothing too graphic). (word count: 1,493)

Your boyfriend is a pro at baking and that's no secret to anybody, especially you. While you may be okay with cooking simple meals and desserts, baking more complicated things still confuse you. Kurapika works late today, giving you the perfect opportunity to surprise him with a delicious dessert.

You've decided on making a red velvet cake, nonetheless, you've been struggling with following the directions from the beginning. Not to mention, that you've had to make a trip or two back to the store to pick up frosting and eggs. Already, you've had to remake the batter twice after accidentally burning the cake as well as mixing in too much flour.

You let out a long huff as you slide the cake pan back into the oven after deciding that it was still too runny in the middle. Your eyes fall on the messy kitchen in front of you. Batter droplets are spattered onto the floor and the countertops, while flour is also littering the floor. Your apron itself is covered in flour and cake batter as well as your face.

But this cake is the one! This one is going to turn out just the way you want it to. Luckily, you still have an hour or two before your loving boyfriend returns home, giving you time to at least frost the cake before he sees it. You're hoping that he'll be impressed by your skills when he finally sees and tastes your concoction.

While the cake is baking, you decide to start cleaning up the mess you've made of the kitchen, only stopping when the oven timer finally dings. You're quick to grab an oven mitt and pull the pan out of the oven, turning the oven off as you do. After waiting an appropriate amount of time, you begin to frost the cake, hearing the front door open when you're nearly halfway finished.

"(Y/N), my treasure, are you in the kitchen?" Kurapika's voice echoes out to you from the living room, "Were you cooking something?"

You can hear his footsteps nearing the room, prompting you to shout back in response, "Don't come in here yet! You'll ruin the surprise!"

"What surprise could that be, I wonder...?" He says to himself with a sly smile on his face as he holds a hand against his chin, "It could not possibly be something you baked, could it?"

"Shhh! You'll find out when I finish!" You frost the cake at a faster pace than before, glancing up to peek at the door every couple of seconds. After a few more minutes of this, you look back over your handiwork, deciding that the cake is worthy of being seen now, "Okay, you can come in!"

The door handle turns and the door slowly opens as Kurapika takes a few steps into the kitchen. He's still wearing his suit from work, although the tie is loosened just a tad, and his jacket is nowhere to be found.

He approaches the counter with a loving smile on his face as he closely examines your cake, glancing at you afterward, "This is an amazing surprise, my love. It looks delicious."

"Do you really think so?" You ask him with a hopeful, yet, tired smile on your face, "I messed up the first couple of attempts I had."

He can't help but chuckle at your confession, "Yes, I believe you did a great job. You always manage to somehow impress me."

"That's exactly what I was hoping you would say!" You let out a sigh of relief, wiping some sweat and flour off of your forehead, "I hope it tastes okay."

"Let's find out, shall we?" Kurapika takes a few steps closer to you, gently wiping some batter off of your face with his thumb and licking it off. His smile widens after his taste test, "Just as I thought, it tastes delicious."

You try to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks, although your flustered state isn't left unnoticed by the Kurta, "H-hey! I haven't even been able to taste it yet!"

"Oh?" A devious smile appears on Kurapika's face as an idea comes to his mind, "Shall we fix that?"

You nod a few times in response, albeit you can tell that he's definitely up to no good.

He scoops some frosting off of the cake and onto his thumb, holding it up near your mouth, "Now, say 'Ahh'," You open your mouth, allowing him to smear the chocolate onto your tongue as you lick the frosting off. He smiles at you mischievously, wondering, "How does it taste, (Y/N?)"

"I-it's good!" This man truly knows how to fluster you and leave you caught off-guard so easily. By the looks of it, he's really enjoying teasing you, much to your chagrin.

"I would like another taste myself," He says, glancing at the cake before his eyes fall back on you. Within a few seconds, he's pressed flush against you, causing you to back up into the counter, "Not of the cake, though."

He has an evil glint in his eyes before he places a hand on your cheek, tilting your head upwards. Kurapika leans into you, his lips crashing into yours. You melt into the kiss, your hands landing on the countertop behind you to steady yourself. His tongue hungrily enters your mouth, exploring for a few moments before he finally pulls away from you, leaving both of you gasping for air.

"Where did that come from...?" You question the blonde-haired man as you pant for breath.

His soft laughter fills the room, his face flushed red as he wonders, "Ah, did you not enjoy my boldness, my treasure?"

You avert your eyes from him as you mumble under your breath, "I did."

"What was that?"

"I said that I liked it," You say louder as you cross your arms with a pouty expression evident on your lips.

"I was hoping you would say that," The Kurta places his hands on either side of your hips, lifting you up to set you down on the countertop, much to your surprise, "Care for another taste, my dear?"

You turn back towards him as you bashfully nod. Your eyes fall on the tie dangling from his neck, giving you a fiendish idea of your own, "I would love one," Before he can lean in to kiss you again, you've already grabbed on to his tie, pulling him up to your level as you passionately kiss him.

His hands roam your sides as he deepens the kiss, your tongue finding a way into his mouth this time. He pulls away from you briefly to take a breath of air but you quickly pull him back into another heated kiss. You let his tie fall from your grasp as your hands move to undo the buttons on his shirt. Your actions prompt the Kurta to slide the apron over your head and throw it aside as he continues his merciless attack of frenzied kisses.

Your hands find his exposed abdomen as you let your hands roam free, his own fingers now undoing the first few buttons of your blouse. You guide one of his hands to one of your breasts, allowing him to gently cup it in his own hand. He pushes you further back onto the counter as this exchange becomes more heated, his lips rarely disconnecting from yours.

When his lips do part with yours, they find your neck instead, as he begins to leave small kisses trailing down your neck, stopping at your clavicle. He bites down on the skin of your neck, albeit softly, as he reaches around your back with his free hand to undo your bra.

Right as he begins to remove the piece of clothing from your body, the doorbell rings over and over again. The loud shouting of your friend can be heard muffled through the walls. He pulls back from you, etching the image of how flustered and beautiful you look right now in his mind. He's panting profusely, his face completely red.

"It seems as if I forgot that I had invited Leorio over to help him study today," Kurapika explains to you while he tries to catch his breath, "I apologize for having to cut our fun short," He wipes some saliva away from your lips with his thumb, a seductive look in his eyes, "You look so beautiful, my treasure."

"I-it's fine," You choke out through your own gasping breaths, "We'll just have to continue this later."

"I can promise you that I already intended on doing so," He responds with a devilish smirk evident on his face, "I just cannot help myself when it comes to you."

You button your shirt back up as Kurapika does the same. After he's straightened out his outfit, he turns to leave the room, however, he stops before he can pass through the doorway, "And (Y/N)?"

"Hmm? What is it?"

He turns back to you with that same grin on his face and a lustful gaze in his eyes, "I believe that you taste much more delicious than the cake."

#kurapika #Kurapika Kurta #kurapika oneshot #kurapika x reader #kurapika x yn #HunterXHunter #hxh #anime #fluff #smut?#hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader

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rotten-pomegranate · 13 days

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Remember your Kurta reader sex slave series can you do one where kurapika finds her and keeps her captive to “ protect her”

Kurapika takes kurta reader from chrollo

Reader is Fr getting taken by everyone in this series

Warnings: sexual abuse, dubcon, manipulation, breeding, yandere, kidnapping, ptsd

Part one part two part three

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He takes you after he breaks into chrollos current residence to investigate and sees you in the corner of his basement, naked, eyes wide, scared and to his shock red

he doesn’t waste any time taking you back to his home without telling anyone, at first you think he’s the first good person you met but over time you’ll see different behaviours in him

You’ll see how he talks about restoring the clan and how he starts touching you more intimately , like how chrollo used to but gentle

And slowly you start leaning into it, letting his hands trail down further and further

When he first fucks you he whispers about you having plenty of little kurta baby’s that can restore the clan

And after that he doesn’t stop he fucks you for hours until your begging him to stop, remembering Chrollo and then hisoka after him being the same way with you

When he stops you’ll most likely be asleep, crying or passed out but it doesn’t matter he’s gonna bring you into the bath and wash you off regardless

He holds you close when you guys go to bed, worrying that you’ll slip away in his slumber

He keeps you in a apartment that’s very secure all the windows and all the doors are locked and sealed, your allowed to roam around while he’s not breeding you and do what you want, anything but leave

If he gets you pregnant your life is not your anymore, but you suppose it wasn’t for a very long time

He feeds you well but keeps you fit and healthy, he gets traditional kurta cloths to wear but doesn’t force you

He’s not physically abusive but mentally, emotionally and sexually yes

He guilt trips you ever time you don’t wanna have sec with him, says that he might not have time to restore his clan if you don’t let him and most of the time it works

If you ever try to escape say goodbye to everything, from then on your stuck in your room tied to the bed and used like a personal baby maker

He’s not as bad as chrollo or hisoka but he’s far more controlling, of everything you do in your life if you can still call it yours after everything you’ve been through

#kurta reader x kurapika #kurapika #kurapika x reader #kurapika x kurta reader #kurapika x you #kurapika x y/n #hxh smut #chrollo hxh #hisoka smut

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winxanity-ii · 6 months

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KURAPIKA KURTA

╰❝𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓸… 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴. 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽.❞

🇰‌🇪‌🇾‌: ❥ = smut | 🔥 = heated/spicy | ✿ = fluff | 🕷 = angst | ✰ = personal fav

FICS

ONE-SHOTS

𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 | 🕷 ✿ ✰ | Fem!Reader / Hunter x Hunter!AU

HEADCANONS

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years

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🏹 hello, all! while i work on requests, here are some nsfw headcanons to hold you over. enjoy, ily <3

˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰ nsfw ahead, orgasms, gn!reader, overstim, sex ꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐡𝐱𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱 <𝟑 𝐟𝐭. 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐚, 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚

illumi zoldyck

~ it’s difficult to make illumi come. his body has been trained to withstand so many different sensations, so he just doesn’t feel any type of stimulation as strongly as normal people would. however, it isn’t impossible…

~ when illumi is close to orgasm, you’ll probably notice him stiffen up a lot, and his breathing will grow irregular

~ he’ll also close his eyes a lot and drop his head. illumi also isn’t noisy at all, but you might hear a strangled sound or two come from his throat

~ his thighs will convulse, but just barely. a very light blush will cover the skin of his inner thighs and neck

~ when he comes, it’s not very messy, but he’ll lose control of his breathing a little and possibly let out a shaky moan or two. his entire body tenses and then relaxes, a gentle stream of milky liquid moving down the flushed tip of his dick.

~ when he’s overstimulated, illumi will be somewhat vocal, and his body will start responding more than he can stifle it. if he’s super sensitive, his muffled groans will turn into small whimpers and his face will be completely pink. he’ll tremble a lot more and writhe some.

hisoka morow

~ hisoka is pretty prone to orgasms. he doesn’t finish that quickly, but it isn’t difficult to make him come. just watching you while he makes a mess of you is enough to send shocks straight to his dick

~ hisoka is pretty vocal. not obnoxiously loud, but you’ll definitely know he’s close. he’ll start praising you and telling you to keep going

~ there might be a light sheen of sweat covering his face, making it look shiny. his moans will become more frequent and more throaty, and he’ll more than likely arch his back. his lower body will start to tense as well. his brows will furrow and all he’ll be able to feel is his approaching climax.

~ when hisoka comes, he’ll let a louder moan escape and start to squirm a little bit. his breathing will be more ragged and you’ll see his chest heaving up and down. it’s also a little messy- hisoka has no inhibitions when it comes to finishing the way he wants to. he’ll come wherever he wants to. it’ll spill from his tip for a while as he strokes his own dick slowly to finish himself off, so it’ll make his thighs a sticky mess.

~ when hisoka is overstimulated, his eyes will roll back into his head, and his moans will start to break up and his voice cracks. his ears and chest will be flushed totally red, and the more he comes the messier he gets.

chrollo lucilfer

~ chrollo is pretty sensitive whether he’s overstimulated or not. like the others, he doesn’t finish very fast, but his orgasms are more intense.

~ his thighs, cheeks, ears, and dick will flush red when he’s close. because of how sensitive he is, chrollo is pretty vocal, mostly breathy moans and the occasional whimper.

~ he’ll definitely squirm quite a bit, thrusting his pelvis back and forth. his brows will furrow and he might sweat a little. chrollo is also prone to precum, and a few beads might slide down his length before he orgasms.

~ chrollo will do his best to stifle the sounds emitting from his throat, but it just doesn’t work. just when he’s about to come, he starts gasping and breathing unintelligible curses, and he’ll start to whimper more than moan at this point.

~ when he finally climaxes, he’ll be loud, broken moans and swears falling from his lips. chrollo is also fairly messy, semen spurting from his blushing dick. the squirming he does only makes the mess worse, but he can’t help it- right after his orgasm is when he’s most sensitive.

~ when he’s overstimulated, his breathing will get very heavy and very fast. he might also beg if someone else is doing it, moving his pelvis up and down in an attempt to get himself off. now chrollo will whimper a whole bunch, barely stopping to breathe in between.

kurapika kurta

~ how kurapika orgasms depends on how long you’ve been being intimate with one another- he doesn’t really masturbate or use toys. so if he’s coming, it’s in your hands.

~ the first couple of times he comes in front of you, he’ll try to act stoic. he does tremble more than a little, but he keeps the sounds to a minimum and drops his face to hide the color whenever he’s coming.

~ it’s only after kurapika gets more comfortable that you realize how sensitive he actually is- definitely more so than anyone else listed here. he’s a lot more vocal, for one- he whimpers a ton when he’s near orgasm and gasps a lot as well. his dick also leaks a lot of precum, which only makes him more sensitive.

~ his body also reacts dramatically. his thighs are trembling violently and pretty much everything from his thighs up is tinted a pale pink. kurapika squirms a ton- his toes are curled tight and his hands are roughly gripping anything he can feel. his face is also tightened as he tries to slow his breathing.

~ when he orgasms, he lets his head fall back and his eyes roll into the back of his head before dropping it back down and letting his hair flop all over his face. you might notice him biting his lower lip very hard to try and quiet himself, but his breathless moans are still very audible even so. kurapika will also let loose a string of pleasured curses in between gasps. the tip of his dick is gushing white cum- when he orgasms, it’s very messy, and he can’t even make an attempt to keep it in check because he’s so overwhelmed.

~ overstimulated kurapika is a sight to behold, considering even when he orgasms normally his reactions are intense. he sweats a lot more, and all he can manage are whimpers and whines, almost sobs, when he comes again and again. each time it’s less messy until there’s nothing left except the stickiness coating his inner thighs and his shaking body panting for air.

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bwabys-scenarios · 11 months

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Kurapika noticing how well you get along with Gon and Killua, and thinking you’d be the perfect mom. He wonders how you’d be with your OWN kids, and oh oops here comes the baby fever.

warning: Kurapika breeds you in a changing room because he’s needy and couldn’t wait 😭🙏

It was all over for you when Killua accidentally called you mom when trying to get your attention.

Every single member of the group looked up, causing the poor kid to stammer and apologize. Kurapika glanced between you and the two young boys, his hand immediately reaching for yours.

“Killua, it’s okay! No need to be embarrassed. You two are pretty much my kiddos anyways.”

You pat the twos heads affectionately, Kurapika watching with soft eyes. He already knew he had a crush on you, but now he knew he was in love.

It didn’t take long for him to imagine you pregnant, breasts big and heavy with milk and tummy nice and full of his child. His cheeks flush, his pants tightening uncomfortably.

He knew you wanted children, a fact you’d shared with him over drinks a few months ago. All he needed to do was put a ring on that pretty little finger and make you his in every way… but he didn’t know if he could wait that long.

“(Name).”

The man pulled you away from the table, your three friends complaints unheard by the blonde Kurta.

“Kurapika, sweetheart, where are we going?”

Oh god, his heart thumped against his chest, all the blood rushing to his dick. Why did you use such cute pet names with everyone? Didn’t you know how much his heart ached for you to only call him those sweet names?

“(Name), I…”

He pulled you into the woman’s changing room of a random store, his lips crashing into yours. His hands were already roaming to the waistband of your pants, pushing them and your panties down in one go.

“I really need you.”

You grab his hands, your face burning from his sudden neediness. Kurapika was quick to lift your leg up over his shoulder and press his bulge against your pussy, hissing at the friction.

“K-Kurapika! What-“ you could barely process what was happening, your head fuzzy. He shushed you with another kiss, his tongue pressing against your teeth.

You let his tongue slip into your mouth, gripping the fabric of his shirt to steady yourself.

“I… I want to be inside you okay? I gotta…”

He was barely able to speak as he pulled the waistband of his boxers down, his cook springing forward and resting against your tummy. You whined out, your hips pushing into his.

“O-okay… just put it in already.”

You didn’t need to say it twice, the man pushing into you as he panted, his eyes half lidded as they stared into yours.

He almost cums immediately once he’s fully inside you, having to take a minute to grip your hips and calm himself. You feel so good, so much better than he could have ever imagined. And imagined he did, almost every night.

“Gonna… gonna move now okay?”

You nod, leaning your head on his shoulder. He’s slow and gentle at first, cooing sweetly into your ear. “So good… so wet all for me.”

His thrusts start to get faster, his coos turning into growls and his grip on your hips tightening until you’re sure they’re be bruised tomorrow.

“Kurapika…” you whine out, the man silencing you yet again with another kiss. He slips his hand between your legs, rubbing circles into your clit.

“Shh, shh… don’t want anyone to hear you, right? Gotta cum inside, gotta get you pregnant, ok?”

He��s so vulgar, pounding your pussy and saying he’s going to get you pregnant. How could you not whimper and whine when he’s hitting all the right spots and making you cream on his cock.

When he cums inside you, his tongue is in your mouth and hands on your hair, the feeling of being filled up making you cum too.

You try to move, wanting to put your clothes back on but he keeps you there.

“Shh, stay still. Gotta make sure none of my cum gets out, okay?”

He keeps you plugged with his cock for another 10 minutes before he pulls and and quickly pulls up your panties to keep you from leaking too much.

“Good… we’ll go again when we get home, okay? As many times as needed until you’re pregnant.”

You can’t really disagree when he’s clinging onto you so cutely, nipping and kissing at your neck. You can tell he wants to go again now, but he holds himself back and carries you to the restroom so he can get you all cleaned up.

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tinfairies · 7 months

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Kurapika overall nswf headcanons? He'd be such a pretty sub, I bet he whimpers 🤤

Kurapika NSFW Headcanons

Is very much a switch, but leans more towards being submissive.

Will worship the ground you walk on and is a service dom when he tops.

His cock is pretty average, about 5 inches, uncut, and his balls are nice and tight. It's so pretty though.

He doesn't shave down there, but will trim it if he remembers to. Honestly he neglects his personal hygiene and body care a lot.

Loves eating pussy and sucking cock, and is very good at it.

Breeding kink to the max, even if you can't get pregnant. Just the idea of filling you up and talking about how he's gonna fuck you full of his babies gets him hard a fucking rock.

Kurapika is usually a gentle lover and pretty vanilla, but can be talked into doing some things.

He doesn't like hurting you though, but if you're a brat it won't take long until he's bending you over his lap and spanking you.

Bondage is a slippery slope, on him or on you. It will take some convincing to try it out.

He will never, ever use his chains on you.

Silk ties are his go to for bondage once you get him into it.

Fuck his ass. He will melt under you.

Pika's nipples are also very sensitive and just rubbing them gets him hard.

#smut #headcanons #hxh smut #hxh x reader #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter smut #hunter x hunter #kurapika #kurapika kurta #kurapika x reader #kurapika kurta x reader

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ssailormoonn · 2 months

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kurapika's hands 😫

#i want them in me 🥺#OML HIS HANDSSSSS #IK HE KNOWS WHAT THEY DOING #kurapika kurta #kurapika #kurapika x reader #kurapika smut #RAHHHHHHHHHHH

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ihatealimore · 1 year

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I Hope I Can Keep You Warm Part 2

(This is full-on smut. Enjoy!)

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You can't even decipher how much time has passed you by as you stay wrapped in Kurapika's warm embrace. The two of you haven't spoken a word to each other as you enjoy each other's presence and warmth. His hand still runs over the back of your head soothingly, being as gentle as humanly possible, which you can't help but find pleasantly endearing.

You nestle deeper into his shoulder, still not ready to pull away from him and allow him to see your flustered face. You've never been so vulnerable around someone else before, however, you can't help but feel content that you're sharing this moment with Kurapika.

"(Y/N)," His voice is hushed as he calls out to you, "Are you awake?"

You nod, your voice coming out muffled, "Yes, I'm awake."

"Tell me what you're thinking."

An involuntary chuckle escapes your lips as you recall how you coerced him into telling you exactly what he was thinking just hours earlier with the same phrase.

You release a content sigh, "I'm thinking about how comfortable I am."

It's his turn to chuckle, "While I'm glad to hear that, that's not exactly what I meant."

"I'm happy," You explain to him, "I'm happy that you've decided to open up to me. I know I'm kind of pushy but it's only because you're so stubborn."

"There's no need for you to offer me any type of apology when you're completely right," He starts, "Besides, I don't happen to mind when you're pushy towards me."

A wave of surprise washes over you before a devious smirk etches itself onto your face, "Is that so?"

His statement has given you the encouragement you needed to pull your face out of the crook of his shoulder and face him. His cheeks are colored a crimson hue, either from the cold or the embarrassment of the situation. His eyes are half-glazed over as he can't seem to turn his gaze away from the effervescent person in front of him.

You shift slightly in his lap, prompting him to bite his lip in an effort to keep himself from letting out a moan. While he put himself in this situation to keep you warm, he can't deny that his thoughts right now are revolving around anything but that. His gaze falters as his eyes drift languidly down to your lips.

You're having the same thoughts as him and you're certain of that by the way he's acting. Reading Kurapika is like a skill to you, although right now he's more open than ever before. You lean in closer to him, your warm breath easily felt on his cheeks.

"(Y/N), I..." His sentence falls off as his breath hitches at your abrupt movement.

"I think I know what you're thinking."

You lean in to kiss him, softly, yet passionately, hoping to convey to him exactly how you're feeling with just the sensations of your lips moving against one another. When you remove your lips from his to take in a breath, he entangles his hands in your hair and pulls you back in, your lips mashing together once again, more fervently this time.

Your feverish kisses don't stop at that. Both of you seemingly can't part from one another, your lips and tongues dancing an endless tango together. Your arms are wrapped around his neck while your legs are tightly encircling his waist. He's trying his best to keep his growing erection from prodding you and failing miserably.

When you finally part, a line of spit that was connecting your mouths breaks and drips down Kurapika's chin. You let out a fiendish giggle as you swipe away the drool from his face. Your makeshift shelter is quiet for several moments as you look into each other's lust-filled eyes.

With panting breaths and lustful trembling, Kurapika speaks, "(Y/N), please allow me to give my whole self over to you."

A smirk plays on your lips upon hearing those words fall from his lips once more, "With pleasure."

He watches you like a deer in the headlights of a car, seemingly as nervous as he is excited. If not for his gray contacts, his eyes would be radiating a deep scarlet hue. His mind is racing, heart beating erratically as you reach for his hand and gingerly move it to your breast. He gulps, looking at you with wide eyes as if wondering if this is okay.

As a form of silent encouragement, you take his other hand and place it over your other breast. The blonde-haired man lets out a quiet sigh of relief as his slender hands begin exploring your chest. You let out a content breath when his thumb brushes over one of your nipples.

Perceptive as always, Kurapika takes note of this, delicately rolling a nipple in between his index finger and thumb. This prompts a hushed moan from you, causing Kurapika's confidence to rise slightly. Emotions are high and he's doing his best to not rush and cherish this intimate moment with you. He pinches your nipple a bit harder before he continues relishing in the way your hot skin feels against his.

His hands begin to wander slowly, as he explores the temple that is your body. As his fingers roam down your sides, the blanket that was wrapped around you both finally falls to the ground, fully revealing both of your nude bodies to the glacial outside air. Your eyes haven't yet left his and as if entranced by you, he can't seem to look away.

The kurta's hands finally land on your hips, before roaming further down to your thighs. He begins gently massaging your outer thighs, taking in how receptive you are to his touch. His massaging motions soon extend to your inner thighs. You bite your lip as your half-lidded eyes finally move from his to glance down at his wandering hands.

Kurapika's hand brushes over your slit as if testing the waters. When he only receives a positive reaction in response from you, he decides to move a step further. He circles your entrance with his fingers in an effort to tease you before finally slowly entering a finger. You breathe out an involuntary moan, prompting the blonde-haired man to freeze for a moment to watch you.

He steadily moves his finger in and out of you for several moments before picking up the pace. Your hips gradually move along with his movements as faint moans escape your lips. He abruptly inserts another finger inside you, moving them in and out of you more rapidly now.

After a few minutes, he slows down and removes his dripping fingers from your aching slit, and brings them to his lips. He swirls his tongue around his fluid-covered fingers before fully wrapping his lips around them, clearly savoring your taste. Your cheeks are burning up as you watch him. In fact, the skin all over your body is on fire at the moment, the cold you were feeling just hours ago completely forgotten.

"Would you like a taste?" He asks you seductively.

You're left speechless, deciding to nod in response. His lips mash against yours passionately, his tongue pushing its way past your lips and into your mouth. His tongue entangles itself with yours while he allows to receive a prolonged taste of your own juices. Kurapika finally pulls himself away from your lips, panting for breath as he does.

"I apologize if I've been too forward," He mutters an apology to you, "I just cannot seem to help myself."

"The feeling is mutual," You flash him a sly grin.

His eyes drink in your body while he looks you up and down. He pauses, hesitant to allow these next words to fall from his lips, "I would like to take this further, however, I'm concerned that I'm acting too impulsive and moving far too quickly."

Shaking your head, you reply, "I don't think we're moving too fast at all. In fact, I'd say this has been long overdue," A smirk graces your features, "Besides, you said you wanted to give your whole self over to me and I'd like to return the favor."

You reach below yourself and wrap your hand around his erection, earning a lustful shudder from your lover. You help him line his cock up with your entrance. He lets out a deep breath as you gradually begin to lower yourself down onto him. Simultaneous moans fill the empty cave as he slowly fills you. Once he's fully inside of you, Kurapika stays still for a lingering moment as his fiery eyes bore holes into yours.

You're the one to make the first move as you ever-so-slowly begin riding him. Kurapika holds you by the hips as he thrusts in motion with your movements. It's taking everything in him not to go ballistic and ravish you, however, he doesn't seem to mind you taking the lead. You kiss him heatedly as you pick up the pace, releasing breathy moans into his mouth. The kiss only ends when both of you need to part ways to breathe.

You hold onto his shoulders in an effort to steady yourself as you bounce up and down on him. Your lover uses this opportunity to press his lips against your neck, sucking lightly before gently nibbling on you, evoking a sound of pleasure from you. You're riding him at a quicker and rougher pace now, before abruptly stopping and bottoming out on him. Kurapika fails to hold back a loud moan as you stay in place for several seconds.

Moans of pleasure echo against the cavern walls as you return to bouncing on his slick cock. His fingernails have begun to dig into your hips as his breathing becomes more labored and unsteady, his heart beating out of his chest.

"(Y/N)," He breathes out your name, "I'm close."

Little does he know, so are you. Your thighs tighten around his waist as you ride him to your oncoming climax. A series of loud moans ring out through the air as you finally climax, your walls tightening around him while your juices flow down his swollen cock. It's impossible for your lover to hold himself back and he cums with a whimper, accompanied by hushed moans of pleasure.

The cave is silent aside from your uneven breaths and the blistering wind from outside. Kurapika and you share a look, both of you unwilling to move from the position you're in, his cock twitching inside of you. You let out a content sigh and collapse onto him, leaning against his chest. Instinctively, the kurta holds you, wrapping one arm around your back and placing a loving hand on the back of your head.

He presses his hot lips against the top of your head, "Thank you."

"I should be the one thanking you," You argue back to him, "You certainly kept me warm."

A chuckle reverberates throughout his chest, "I suppose I can't argue with you there."

You pull away from his chest, mashing your feverish lips against his once more before parting from him, "But the night is long."

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