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SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.
vi. DECIDE IF THE THREAD IS CANON OR PURE CRACK.
v. PROFIT

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[Oh, I like all of those, lmao. Maybe a mix of 1/3 for these two? I'm such a sucker for wall-fucking, huffs.]

[Sounds good to me!]

[Some might have figured it was only a matter of time, considering how well Sukuna and Nimah had gotten on. Drinking and merrymaking were all well and good, but it was difficult to spend so much time with someone in mutual spaces, with mutually-aligned ideals, and not have something happen.

Slow though it may have been, it led to this moment, and in that, they couldn't find themselves terribly upset. Indeed, amusement coloured their expression, leaned in close to Sukuna as they were with their confession.]

So, now you know, and you may do with the information as you see fit.

[It was rather like them and their passive way, treating themselves almost like an outside influence. A bit frustrating, when emotions were concerned, but they had closed off so long ago that it was... difficult to muster even a shred of honesty regarding said emotions.]

[While it was certainly true that proximity and shared interests tended to breed affection, Sukuna nevertheless found it a bit surprising that Nimah had bothered to confess at all. The very large and looming issue of Muchi aside, Sukuna had never thought he would be someone that Nimah would go for. For some reason he would have thought Nimah would want someone more... mature or refined or taller.

So he couldn't help but meet the confession with a few moments of startled silence, before he reached out to put a hand on Nimah's arm.]

I'm very flattered, but complications aside, I'm not looking for anything serious.

[This was normally about the point of his pitch he braced himself for outbursts, but Nimah wasn't the type, so he added:]

But if you're just looking for companionship, I can provide that.

[He sure was sliding his hand up Nimah's very toned and defined arm. Did he have a bit of a weakness for them? Yes, but what was anyone going to do? Hold it against him or sue him?]

[Nimah was Nimah. They were, as ever, as bewildering and whimsical as the sky, with all the obligations and sureties of its place. Muchi was his own issue, and the very reason why they had spoken lightly of their thoughts; above anything, Nimah saw the reality of people.

He always had, even before he'd closed off and their swirling, coruscating intimacies became almost painful in their clarity. Sukuna's moment of silence was met with the same amused expression as ever, softened only slightly when the weight of a hand rested on their arm.]

And you know my feelings on... feelings, perhaps better than anyone.

[It was an agreement, and almost relieved besides. How peculiar they were, wrapped in their need to speak the truth when it pertained to them intimately, even when they detested the idea of their very words.

Moreover, it was partly Sukuna's own bluntness that allowed the moment of candid transparency. Some would think it foolish, seeking a rejection to relax into companionship, but that was their wont.]

Aa. With that bit out of the way, I can say that I thoroughly desire your companionship.

[There they relaxed, allowing his movements freely and curling their lips as their free arm moved, fingers drawing over the fabric of his shirt, intimating themselves with its workings. So rarely was it even a consideration, how cloth worked, that they didn't really think they'd ever bothered to 'see' the intricacies of Sukuna's. It was a thought that earned a little amused laugh from them now.]

You will forgive me, I hope, if I am a bit clumsy. It has been many years.

[They didn't need forgiveness, and Sukuna would know as well as anyone that it wasn't likely that they would be clumsy, but facts were facts and outliers existed. Especially if, by some miracle, he managed to surprise the blind man.]

[Though he hadn’t expected any dramatic outburst from Nimah, Sukuna had to admit he let out a little laugh of relief when Nimah spoke about their ‘feelings on feelings’. While it wasn’t an unpopular belief to have among gods and goddesses, most of whom probably still had a difficult time confessing their love to even long standing spouses, most partners, especially humans nowadays, expected at least the possibility of it. Though he couldn’t know Nimah’s exact circumstances, and he respected the retainer enough not to pry too deeply, he could understand them.]

I’m aware. And you’ll get no complaints from me.

[And to be told he still wanted him all the same was definitely nice, enough to have Sukuna’s breath catch in his throat because he would have to be the blind one to not to admire how sculpted and gorgeous Nimah was.

The fact that he was so steadfast and had a great sense of humor didn’t hurt either, and Sukuna laughed again at his apology, shifting to close the distance between them.]

There’s no way you’re going to be clumsy, but if you’re fishing for praise you’ll have to show me what you can do first.

[Sukuna pressed a hand to Nimah’s cheek to help tilt their mouths near each other, pressing a light kiss to test the waters.]

Should we go somewhere it’ll be hard to break something?

No, you rather save those for Muchi, among the others.

[Amusement coloured their voice, and the lack of distance between the two of them was an excitingly dangerous thing in that moment. More still, when that distance closed and their bluff was called.

They expected nothing less, of course, and would perhaps have been the tiniest bit disappointed if it had been.]

Ah? Are you overestimating me now? Maybe I really do have reason to worry.

[Their laugh was a ghost of a sound against Sukuna's lips, long fingers brushing through unruly hair as lips as deft as their words pressed back in turn.]

If you're worried about breaking things, I'm a bit concerned for what you've planned, I think. [They absolutely were not concerned.] Lead the way, my lord.

Eh, Nimah! Don’t you know better than to mention other people at a time like this? It could spoil the mood.

[Still, Sukuna didn’t protest in the least in being tipped closer, at the teasing brush of Nimah’s lips against his own. Anyone else was the last thought on his mind as he felt Nimah’s hands in his hair, and any trace of thought was gone simply at the deeply intoned ‘my lord’. Sukuna shuddered involuntarily, eyes half-lidded as he let out a small exhale.]

If you’re worried, you’re only getting this one chance to back out.

[It was said lightly, but his voice was thick with want as he laced their fingers together, carting Nimah after him as he headed towards the closest room they could be alone in. During its inception, Sukuna had wanted numerous secret rooms, otherwise why call it the Hidden Moon?

Most were used for storage, but some- He looked up and down the hallway to make sure it was clear before activating one of those rooms and dragging Nimah in quickly after him, pressing him up against the door once it was shut.]

Last chance.

Maybe later on, but I've a little more faith in you than that now.

[It had shown in their words prior, as well as in every single movement. Lips parted for soft breaths as Sukuna spoke, breath so near to their face, he smiled.]

I'm no coward, for all my teasing.

[His fingers were warm in theirs, and Nimah was happy to follow his lead, slipping through hallways as effortlessly as ever. Hidden rooms, quiet secrets - it made little difference, in the end. All of it was the pursuit of a place to be alone, to continue within their wants and needs.

The sound of the door opening and closing was a strangely intimate thing - even before they found themselves dragged in and pressed to that very door.]

Ah. [Nimah's tongue brushed along their lips as they seemed to consider, Sukuna's weight and heat so intoxicatingly close. Their tone was husky, as heady with want as Sukuna's] Not a chance. I want to feel you.

I appreciate your faith in me.

[His tone held no small amount of amusement, and though Sukuna would describe Nimah in many ways, 'coward' wasn't one of them. There was no point in addressing that when there were far, far better things he could do with his time and mouth.

Sukuna grinned at that straight forward admission, and helpfully he wound a hand around the back of Nimah's neck to pull them in for a kiss. Unabashed, he let his other hand trail up along Nimah's back to bring them closer.]

Then have your fill. I won't stop you.

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