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

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
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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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[There were plenty of reasons that Sukuna had clung to the feelings he had for Muchi. History for one, habit for another, and perhaps because he hadn't wanted to disappoint anyone else he cared for. So when Okakou froze, he opened his mouth, ready to try to explain himself, to apologize, to suggest that maybe they just forget this whole thing had ever happened. But then she started crying and Sukuna went into full panic mode, propping himself up with one elbow, eyes wide, startled like a deer in headlights or any normal man when confronted by the tears of a woman he loved.]

Oka-chan-

[He was ready to do anything to get her to stop crying when her words hit him, that smile shooting him straight through the heart. His expression softened in a way that it only did around her, and he leaned up so that when he spoke his lips brushed softly against hers.]

Ah, what do I do? I really like hearing you say my name like that but I also want to make it so you're not crying anymore.

I-I'm being ridiculous. You're meant to cry when you are sad, not happy.

[Unless you happened to be really, truly, absurdly happy beyond what your mind can handle. Unless the love of your life held you close and kissed you, in a skimming, teasing, barely-there sort of way.

That startled the tears away right quick, drawing a stuttered gasp out of her as well; she felt electrified, as if she was struck by a bolt from the blue from just that split second of contact.

When she spoke again, her voice was very, very small indeed.]

Y-You could... do that again, I-I suppose.

Oka-chan, if anyone's been ridiculous it's been me. There's nothing wrong with crying happy tears.

[That being said, he would rather not have her cry at all. Gently, he cupped her face in his hands, a gesture that reminded him of the conversation they had years ago on the shore of her lake, their feet in cool water. When he had promised her almost everything. It seemed fitting to give her the rest, now.]

Anything you want.

[He agreed easily enough, leaning up to kiss her properly.]

You.

[It was a thoughtless, reflexive murmur, just before their lips connected. It was a chaste, lingering kiss, a testing of familiar waters turned abruptly unfamiliar, yet even that much made her tremble.

When he pulls back for breath, she leans in enough to bump their noses together, gentle as ever.]

I just... I just want you, Sukuna. I'll say that as many times as you want.

[His name, and her own feelings.]

[He wanted to question her again to make sure she was sure sure, because to him Okakou had always deserved so much better, but in the face of her feelings, how could he even have a modicum of doubt? If this was what they both wanted, denying it would only hurt the both of them. And it felt so much better to give in, like a warm cup of tea when it was raining or coming home after a long trip.

It felt unreal that he could have this, scarcely possible that he could feel so much joy at once, and he couldn't help but laugh as she bumped their noses together, pressing a kiss to the side of it, to her cheek, to her jaw.]

Say it again? This still doesn't feel real.

[Even with her weight pinning him down, it seemed like something out of a dream he'd never dared have.]

I love you.

[She cupped his face in her hands and shifted against his waist as she stretched to kiss his forehead.]

I love you the most.

[Another landed on the bridge of his nose.]

I'm helplessly, happily in love with you, Sukuna.

[Her mouth found his again, hotter and hungrier than it was the first time, as the shock wore away and giddiness welled up in its place. When she pulled back again, she was breathless and this time her lips were the ones skimming his.]

How... do I make it real for you?

[It felt like he was stretched out underneath sunshine, his entire body flooded with warmth from her gentle kisses, and he was sure he was smiling like an idiot up at her. It felt like he had wasted so much time denying that this was a possibility, but he was glad that it seemed that now he could make up for that time.

To hear all of those things from her made his heart race ridiculously, and it felt like way too much all at once. As much as he wanted to hear her say that she loved him over and over, he also wanted to give her back that happiness tenfold.

Gently, hands still firm on her waist, he flipped their positions, grinning down at her a bit mischievously.]

Maybe if I get to say it back to you it'll feel real?

[He smiled down at her, speaking between kisses.]

I love you Okakou.

...!

[His heart could not possibly be racing much more than hers was; the shift in position had certainly made it throb but those words—that reply—sent it beating nearly straight out of her chest. Mercifully, the tears did not return, but she was struck speechless all the same. Her throat was tight with emotion, with shock, with a joy so effusive she could barely breath beneath the weight of it all.

Each kiss only made it worse, until she buckled under her own impulses and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a longer, hungrier kiss than the sweet exchanges they had kept to so far.]

[At this pace, Sukuna wasn't sure he'd be able to stop kissing her, his breath hitching slightly as Okakou threw her arms around his neck to pull him in closer. Greedily he returned her kisses, coaxing her mouth open so he could explore and taste her further.

He had entangled their legs together when he'd rolled them over, the thoughtless gesture quickly giving way to a situation. He pulled away after a few moments to catch his breath, taking his glasses off of his face and tossing them carelessly somewhere to the side.]

Oka-chan if we're going too fast, tell me to stop, okay?

I know.

[Her chest heaved, her cheeks heated, but the earlier shyness seemed to burn away, kiss by kiss. She stroked her thumb over his pulse and smiled up at him, fond and heavy-eyed.]

...I apologize in advance, but I believe I may be more greedy than cautious, in matters such as this.

[She rocked her hips against his slightly, as if to clarify.

['Beautiful' seemed like such a limited and primitive way to describe Okakou as she was now, flushed and lips swollen with kisses, smiling up at him as pretty as any flower. Unfortunately, Sukuna was more of a scientist than a poet, so it was what he would have to settle with at this moment, drinking in the sight of her like a parched man.]

You don't have to apologize- ah!

[Sukuna couldn't help but gasp as she arched into him, surprised by how forward she was about the whole thing. But then again, she had the courage to confess to him, which had always seemed a thousand times scarier.

He trailed his hands up along her thighs to make more room for him, his eyes never leaving hers.]

Is it okay that I explore then?

[Okakou's virginity hid not endure over the centuries due to a fear of intimacy or any particular prudish inclinations. By and large, time, availability, and commitment had been her only constraints; in her first iteration, her village had always been per top priority. Once it was empty, it had seemed cruel to start any sort of relationship when she had known her days were numbered. By the time she became Sukuna Bikona...

Well.

By then, she was probably already in love with her Lord Predecessor.

That was likely why she was so willing to settle back now, sliding a hand up to lace into his hair.]

My lord, you are more than welcome to, I assure you.

[It definitely shouldn't arouse him half as much as it did to be called 'my lord', and the fact that it went straight to his groin like a bolt of lightning was a little troubling. Especially considering how formal Okakou could be even when they were alone or over text, and Sukuna sincerely hoped it wasn't going to become a trained instinct to go hot all over at the sound of formalities from his lips.

He leaned in to kiss her deeply, once, twice, letting his hands start to raise the thin and silky slip she was wearing. He didn't want to break the kiss so he stopped as soon as he felt the bottom swell of her breast. Even though he would have been fine kissing her for the rest of the night, for as long as she would let him, given explicit permission to taste every inch of her was too tantalizing to waste.

He trailed his mouth down her neck, going lower as he nipped at her collarbones, pressed light kisses on the top of her breast or the side, teasingly close to the nipple.]

Nnh...

[She gasped beneath his mouth, tilting her neck, arching her back, doing whatever she could to welcome him closer. Anything for a second more contact, to have his mouth back on her again. Her nails scraped against his scalp as cool air hit bare skin, leaving only a pair of lacy blue panties between her and total immodesty.

Though, to be fair, that might make the situation even more immodest.

Okakou didn't have long to dwell on that, though, because his mouth hit her breast and her mind went blank as a moan bubbled up out of her.]

[It really wasn't fair that Oka-chan was so wonderfully responsive. The soft noises she was making were making it difficult to keep the pace slow and the way she kept squirming beneath him invitingly was driving him crazy. And though he had secondhand evidence that Okakou did not in fact dress like an old grandmother when going to bed, knowing that and seeing that pair of lacy panties was completely different.

He pulled down at her bra to expose her breast, teeth scrapping along her skin, drinking in her expressions greedily.]

Oka-chan, do you want to show me what you usually do? Since you know your body best.

[He's definitely not going to try to become the person who knows it even better because he had a weird compeititve streak, nope.]

[Oh, oh, but he was eager enough to startle her. It still didn't feel quite real, to have her feelings answered so swiftly and so positively, but with his mouth so hot against her bare skin she couldn't deny it, either. She drew in a shaky breath and swallowed back another moan, latching onto his request, instead.]

Well...

[She bit her lip on a smile and slipped a hand down between them, skimming over her belly.]

Usually, I close my eyes, and imagine my hands are somebody else's. Someone a bit... bigger. Stronger. I don't usually picture his face.

[Her other hand stroked his cheek, the brief pause heavy with implication.]

Sometimes I use a toy. Are we... doing that lesson tonight?

[As tantalizing as it was to think about Okakou and a toy, picturing someone else- him, it was strange and heady to know that now- making her feel such pleasure, they had all the time in the world to get to such things. For now, he wanted to be the one to make her feel good, to make sure that the reality lived up to the fantasy and more.]

Later.

[He let his hand slide down along Okakou's belly, his mouth drying at just the thought. He had to swallow a few times to have enough moisture in his mouth to leave her breast and press small kisses along her stomach, following the trail of their fingers.]

Can I use more than my hands?

[The noise she made as he drifted down was soft and sweet and patently debauched. Her nails scraped gently across his scalp, and her feet slid back to raise her knees for him, freeing up space.]

...that's something I imagine when I try it in the bath. By all means, feel free.

[It wasn't something that could be self-stimulated without excessive flexibility, so she couldn't be blamed for the way her pulse jumped at the very thought.]

[How pliant Okakou was under his hands and his mouth, and he rewarded that sort of eagerness with his own in turn. He paused at that admission, grinning as he looked up to see Okakou's expression, enjoying the flushed look on her face, her nails in his hair.]

We're coming back to that later too. And you don't have to be so gentle, Oka-chan.

[Not for his sake, anyway. He turned back to the task at hand, letting his thumb trail along the seam of her lower lips, kissing down along her hipbones then down along her thighs. He trailed back up, nipping at her skin the closer he got to the juncture of her hips, grinding his palm against her to test her reactions.]

Are you making a l-list, my lord?

[The makeshift poise she clung to in this moment was little more than a parody of her usual calm. Her voice almost stays stable and smooth, but that barely-there brush of his thumb made her hips jerk and her breath stutter. No one could blame her for the soft little whine she lets out as he uses more force. No one could ever.]

Su... kuna...

Is that a bad thing?

[Juding by that small, maddening noise she made, at least what he was doing right now wasn't something she had any complaints about. And any thoughts of going slow and teasing her went right out the window at the sound of his name, hitched, from her lips.

There would be time later to take it slow, and he was definitely going to add it to the list. But now, now- He pushed her panties to one side to lave his tongue over her folds all the way to the clit, tongue twisting around the small nub. He wanted to hear her moan out his name, to dig her nails into his hair, and have her thighs box him in so he couldn't move. He wanted to get her to lose that poise altogether and come undone beneath him.]

No, I—!

[The noise he forced out of her with that swift, slick attack belonged neither to human nor goddess; it was a primal, bestial, breathless thing. Her fingers clenched and her spine arched as her mind scrambled to keep up with the new and unique sensation that just sent the equivalent of a lightning bolt straight through her.

It would be wrong to say she got used to it, but as he worked at her she did eventually manage to move past the 'blanked out shock' point.]

I...

[What... had she been saying?]

I want... to make a... a l-list for you too, Sukuna.

[It was definitely going to go to his head like a rush headier than any sort of godly power he'd ever experienced to wring that sort of noise out of Okakou, to feel her fingers clenching almost painfully tight into his hair. He didn't let up, instead doubling down by helping peel her underwear off completely while was otherwise distracted to gain better access.

He only eased off slightly when it seemed that Okakou had gotten her bearings back, and grinning, he glanced up at her, catching his breath.]

What would be on the list Oka-chan?

[And then he was just going to dip back in to start tracing kanji along Okakou's clit. Just to be helpful.]

W... well—

[She had to pause and suck in a breath, hips hitching with each 'line' he so... helpfully swiped. Her hair was doubtlessly a mess by the way she kept tossing her head, but eventually she found her train of thought again. It took a massive amount of control to not just let him do as he pleased.]

I... would do this for you. On my knees, or in, in the b-bath, maybe. I'd—maybe—greet you in the morning, wearing your shirt...?

[She thought men might like that sort of thing.]

[Sukuna honestly couldn't tell at this moment what was better: Okakou's hair a wreck as she gasped and moaned beneath him, the taste of her against his tongue, or the image of her in the bath returning the favor.

He pulled away to take in her face, instead teasing her clit with the pad of his thumb.]

Have you thought about all of that a lot?

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