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What's your hate language?
Your Result: Violence
Soo this is the counter to physical touch. Uhh. Maybe you have some... issuess... that you uh... need to work on... (get therapy) woah who said that!! Must have been the wind haha. No this is just jks im sure you're not actually violent?? Unless you are?? In which case... Stop?? Bru idk get me out of here
Tagged by: @eyesofcuriosity
Tagging: @hunting-songs @rivenrose @queenharumiura @sarcasticmercy
{ SQUEEZE } --- Sender squeezes Receiver's ass too tight to be suggestive. ~Venti
💋👅❤️🔥 ---- Not for the weak hearted
Blinking briefly at the sudden grab, Kurapika wasn't upset, but rather surprised. A smile somewhere between amused and mischievous spread across his face before he turned to look at the other man.
"You're feeling daring, aren't you?" Shaking his head slightly in amusement, a mischievous glint in his eyes matched his chuckle. "It's okay, you can touch"
He uses a napkin from his pocket and wipes something off his cheek in a tender moment.
For a moment, Kurapika flinched at the sudden gesture and closeness, but that moment lasted as little as it had come as his shoulders relaxed and he tried to get used to that softness he hadn't felt many years ago.
"I'm not a child…" He murmured softly, almost a whisper as his cheeks tinged a soft pink. "But I appreciate it" His gaze shifted for a moment, somewhat shyly.
"I think you could pull off this character we just need a lot of makeup!" she shows him the picture of Edward Scissorhands!
Suggest a Halloween Costume for my Muse in my inbox! 👻 🎃
"Mh, do you really think something like that would suit me? It's much more… unusual than what I've worn." Kurapika looked at the image thoughtfully for a few moments.
"I could try, but you'd have to be the one to do my makeup."
What is a smut thread you want to write with me?
What is a smut thread you want to write with your muse(s) no matter the partner?
NSFT Mun Questions
A smut thread that want to write with you? God, I need Kurapika to turn off his brain for once and just let himself go in the moment. A thread where they're alone, in a safe place, comfortable, without schedules. Probably in the middle of the forest before/during/after a rain, or even in his little cabin/shelter, a few days of peace, so they can dedicate themselves only to each other. I want Kurapika to be able to turn off his brain, to stop thinking for a moment about what the next move will be, what he can do to "improve" the moment, to stop controlling himself every moment for fear of being too rough and making her hurt. I want a thread where he finally lets go of the control he always tries to have and allows himself to let go in the moment. Because I'm sure that day they're going to have better sex than any he could have planned in advance or controlled.
Regardless the partner? I want a smut thread that has the intensity that the connection with Elira had. Just two nerds talking about topics they're passionate about until neither of them can control their desire. I want Kurapika to be so build up that he just looks at that person with his eyes darkened by suppressed desire, and it's like a 'here, now'
Are you comfortable writing smut? Why or why not?
Are you comfortable writing genders/sexualities that are not your own? Why or why not?
NSFT Mun Questions
I consider smut the same as any other genre I could write… it doesn't make me morbid, it doesn't make me feel ashamed. And… considering how our muses have had great personal developments through smut, I now consider it a little more seriously than I did at the beginning. I'm 30 years old, sexually active, with a curious mind, and I have a mother who has never hidden the truth from me… there's nothing I find horrifying or taboo, so I'm open to writing smut without it becoming uncomfortable.
I'm literally a cis woman writing about a cis man. I know the human body… I'm no stranger to the workings of the male body (because of my partner, because of my own curiosity and need to know and understand things, because I'm observant). Can I have doubts and mistakes? I probably will, but I learn by writing, researching, and clearing my doubts, just as I would with any other subject.
That's the art of writing: being able to see the world from another position, from other situations, from other points of view.
"❓+do you wish I would look different, Kurapika?" Senritsu flexed her fingers,the joints feeling stiff and heavy and hot on this especially bad day.
The 'yes or no' game.
Blinking a few times in surprise at her question, Kurapika gently tilted his head thoughtfully before finally answering "Yes…" The shopping bag rested on the floor between his feet as they sat on the benches in the mall. The bodyguards didn't usually need much in their daily lives, and the maids usually took care of everyone's meals, but there were some basic items they needed, both food and hygiene items, and a few extras so Kurapika could cook for them from time to time. And he didn't really mind doing the shopping… maybe he could even take advantage of the moment to escape the stifling atmosphere of the Nostrade mansion.
"But not because of how you look per se… Senritsu, I know this must hurt to hear, but this is the Senritsu I know… I don't know the… real you… so it doesn't really bother me how you look… what does bother me, and if I could do something to avoid it I would… is your discomfort. Which is completely logical… it can't be easy to wake up and realize you're in a body you don't recognize as yours. I'd love you to be able to go back to what you were so you can forget about the pain… so you can look yourself in the mirror and feel comfortable with what you see… so you can live the life the way you want to live it… I want you to be happy… Senritsu… and don't tell me you're happy, you just enjoy moments of happiness… I… I want you to be truly happy and your current 'self' doesn't make you happy"
"❓+ are you scared?" this evening Aoto- no, not Aoto, the baby, just the baby, just the hep of cells! it would only be safe to call him anything when he lay crying on her chest and not a second before that- was especially restless. Senritsu had leaned back against one of the kurtas old houses and listened to the old wallcreaking in he back, as she tried to find a standing position in which the childs kicks wouldnot hurt.
The 'yes or no' game.
Searching through the old, dusty, and worn books on the bookshelf, Kurapika wished he could find a book written in Kurta that hadn't been brutally destroyed by abbandonament. Was he worried? Yes. Was he uneasy? A lot. But scared? No, scared he wasn't.
Sighing softly, Kurapika turned to look at her, and a small grimace appeared on his face. It was a grimace of a sad smile, of guilt, of not being able to stop thinking that she was going through all of this for his own selfish desire. She'd known that before, he knew it too… and yet, she was risking her well-being for his desire… his completely selfish desire.
"No, I'm not scared" he said softly, in a low tone, as if afraid of breaking the tranquility that now reigned in Lukso, as if afraid of breaking the peace that his clan rested on. "I'm just worried… and uneasy… I'm sorry, I'm not being a good emotional support for you right now, are I?… I want to be of help, Senritsu"
Approaching her slowly, Kurapika knelt in front of her and placed a hand on her belly, his lips gently resting on the other side as his thumb caressed her belly gently, slowly, as if he were afraid of hurting her, both her and the baby, simply with his touch. "I don't know if you can hear me… your auditory system should be developed enough to hear outside sounds by now… but you don't have the mental development yet to interpret my words… but anyway… do you think you could be a little gentler with mamá? We're happy that you're okay, moving around, and probably very comfortable and warm in there… but mamá is feeling pain right now… just for a little while, yes?"
For a moment, he felt silly speaking to a group of developing cells that wouldn't understand his words, maybe couldn't even hear him… but… it was their child growing inside her. Looking for her gaze, Kurapika sighed softly, trying to focus his thoughts. "Do you want to lie down in the woven hammock? Or maybe take a walk instead? Should I make you something to eat? Any cravings?"
{ @hunting-songs }
