Unholy (NSFW)
(Or, one of the many, many times that Father Silco has committed direct-blasphemy in the privacy of a confessional, in his own place of worship.)
Silco/F!Reader
2,400 WC - Oneshot - AO3
Warnings: Priest!Silco, secret relationship, implied sex-work, fingering, P in V, breeding, slight use of ‘Daddy’, dirty-talk, mutual feelings/pining?
A confessional made in candlelight... nothing else in this mortal-coil had ever been so sinful. Except, perhaps, in the knowledge that this was not a confessional of transgressions, nor even of action, thoughts of impurity that would bring shame in the name of their Father.
No.
This was a confessional of the flesh.
Flesh that is reddened, pinched by nails, and growing with bruises from his blessed hands - truly, every mark is a new mark against him, a new tally on his list of sins. A list that, thanks to you, is growing and growing.
However much the Father will pray for forgiveness at a later time, with clasped hands and commit to private penance for his transgressions, he cannot regret what happens in the moment. The moment where - forgive him - God amounts to nothing, and sin is only a matter of temporary, mortal shame.
May the afterlife have mercy on his damned soul, but when you gasp out his name so horribly, sinfully sweetly, Father Silco couldn't care less about the indignity, the shame.
Because when you breathe out his name, his title, it makes his future-stay in Hell all-the-more worth it.
"Father, oh, father...!"
"Shall I pray for you, dear girl? You seem, hm... quite incapable," He purred against the tip of your spine, his huff of laughter tickling the hairs at the base of your neck. You gasped - both from that sensation, and that of the pads of his long, calloused fingers, so used to coursing through pages of a Bible, exploring the soaked folds of center as you quiver in his grasp. "How will God hear you, if you don't speak his name?"
"H-his means nothing to me. Only you, only ever you, Father," You gasp, one hand reaching up from where you're held captive against his chest, spread wide in his lap, finding his face behind you. Cupping against the ruined-part of his face, Silco managed to bury his nose and mouth against your hair before the way he hums in approval, in bliss, becomes audible. "I only know your name, Father. It’s the only one I want to pray to, the only one I need-"
Based on how loud you cry-out, and writhe in his lap with a string of babbles that loosely resembles his name, Father Silco imagined you didn't need any kind of God, as you needed his fingers plunging straight into your soaked cunt just-so.
His other fingers come up to curl beneath your chin, trapping lips that part in a cry beneath his index and middle, so as not to have your moans of need echoing in the confessional-booth.
"How blasphemous," He says mildly, pumping his fingers within you with a growing tempo, in direct contrast with his slow-words. "Worshiping idols is bad enough, but to worship a fellow mortal? That irreverence could damn you, girl."
A sharp curl of his fingers, pressing sharp and fast like a strike against your inner-walls, has you quivering with a broken sob against his fingers. You reach desperately towards him, like someone indeed damned reaching towards the light, with your own fingers tightening on a grip on his hair-
Leverage, Silco realizes too late, as you jerk his head down in time with yours coming up, mouth pressing against his throat heaving-out a breath before you drag your tongue along the line between skin and clerical collar, "We're all damned, Father."
And God knows he is.
He is, but he can't find it within his conscious to care, not as he feels the scrap of your teeth against his skin with a gasp, the curl of his fingers pressing firmly against a spot that has your body go rigid in his grasp, as still as one of the grand-statues within the worshiping-hall.
Admittedly, Silco would not be ashamed to pray solely to the image you make now, this picture of ecstasy that deserves his worship.
When your body releases its marble-like tension, it does so with a loud, low moan spilling between your lips and his fingers. It leaks from you as your juices do, filled with murmurs of his name like devotions and a desperate canting of your hips as you chase after your orgasm, perhaps seeking another.
Lust, and gluttony. Two unforgivable sins, and one the Father punishes swiftly by smoothly removing his fingers, dragging the pads along your inner-walls just to feel you twitch, and hear your mournful whines.
"Scripture tells us that silence can help us avoid sinning," He murmured in warning as your head rolls back against his chest, a shuddering exhale escaping as you watch his dripping-fingers be raised towards his mouth. "Damned we may be, but are you truly prepared for the nine-circles, dear?"
Hoarsely you speak, though whether it's derived from the pleasure, or from the sight of him delicately lapping, quietly slurping the evidence of your ecstasy from his fingers, Silco is unsure. "Y… you know exactly what I'm prepared for, Father."
He does.
The way you're turned in his lap, facing him with eyes hazed, cheeks still dark with a pleasure flush, is nothing short of a practiced movement, one that's been done many, too many times prior. Equally, it's almost second-nature with how quickly the clergyman thumbs open his dark trousers as you loop your arms around his shoulders.
Both for security, and to keep from falling off of him - you're trembling, Silco realizes, and he slows.
"Something to confess, dearest?"
Another pant, this one partially mixed with laughter. Your forehead brushes against his when you lean in, inhaling before words flow out with a slow exhale that brushes against his lips, "Just… never thought someone would be willing to be damned for me. It’s flattering, in a way."
Flattery, in the form of a sin.
“How romantic,” He murmurs, both as a reply and as a voice to his thoughts, at how curious such a remark was, made curiouser with the timing. “You see the fall of the holy as something amourous?”
“What could be more so, Father?” A hand snakes up, fingers carting and curling though the softer-hairs at the base of his skull. “What’s more romantic than a holy’s fall?”
The Fall. Surely, the logical endpoint for anyone once held in the good-graces of the Graced, and an endpoint any other in his position would fear of, trembling just at the thought of.
But Silco trembles for another reason entirely, and that is how your warm breath ghosts across his face as you sigh-out his name, an action that spurs him to move and quickly, frantically unbutton his trousers.
If he’s predestined to fall, there might as well be a good reason for it. And what better reason is there, than to coax his name to spill out in a barely muffled cry behind his palm, as he’s soon rolling his hips to feel you clench around him. “This isn’t romantic… human-nature at it’s finest,” He breathes against you, watching your eyes falter and roll with a pointed jerk of his hips, hitting a spot deep inside your walls that leaves you rigid.
Sliding his palm from across your mouth, he slides the saliva-slicked surface across your cheek. Fingers that are practiced with fiddling rosaries, or flipping pages of scripture, curl into your hair in order to give it a rough tug, soon exposing the expanse of your neck to his tongue and teeth as he thrusts up harsher into you, choking off your pleasure only with more arousing pain.
“F-father…!”
“Shall I bless this union?” He growls into your skin, pulling back only an inch to drag the flat of his tongue along your racing jugular, the chill of the confessional and his low, curious tone, leaving you to shudder. “Blessings come in a singular form, from what I know… Shall I bless you with child?” His palm comes to lay flat on your lower abdomen, low enough for him to stretch a long thumb further-down, and leave you wheezing at the careful thumbing of your clit.
The thought isn’t just damning - it’s an idea that would remove him of his collar entirely. Disowned and disavowed by the church, should they ever know… but the secrecy of the sin is already so heinously pleasing, when the images of past-meeting roam in his mind during times of prayer.
Seeing the evidence of the secrecy, in plain view, in the eyes of mortals and God alike… Perhaps it was some form of complex. Perhaps it was blasphemy in its purest form, to flaunt his misconduct in such a way, but it matters not.
The idea lingers, and with your desperate, hoarse plea, to fuck you until you’re full, until you’re bred, it’s an idea put into motion with a firmer, harsher grip placed upon your hips, and a biting grip of nails to hold you as he thrusts into you.
Striking perfectly with reckless, damned-near ravaging strokes against that perfect spot inside of you, Father Silco fucks you with all the disregard any Godless man would give - like this was simple human nature, and not a transgression that would damn his very soul, certainly shaming you forever.
That is, if the piercing, barely-audible shrieks you give behind bitten-lips is any indication that you hold no such shame, not even in the smallest atomic amount within your body. Eyes rolling-back as you rock in time with his thrusts, pleasure overwhelming, blinding, as the intensity leaves you mindless and unknowing to all but your new-god in human form-
Hell will be worth it, oh yes.
The burning pits, eternal torture and timeless agony will be completely and utterly worth every second, if only the Father could see the way your mouth parts and a whine of his name - his name, not even his god-granted title of a clergyman - releases like the sound of a breathless divine in her most holy form, brought to the most sinful form imaginable.
At such a revered sound, Father Silco finds his own viewing of the sight rendered interrupted as his eyes squeeze shut and his head falls back against the seat. Filth spills from his tight-teeth in the waves of his climax, syllables forming your words in slow prayers of your name as your walls tighten around him, and his release fills you as a heavenly fog fills his mind… it’s enough to forget, for a moment.
Forget that he is not just a man, but a vessel of God’s great words. Forget that said-God is merciless, and there will come a day where vengeance against his transgressions - not just of this evening but the many, many others that come before it - will one-day come swift, spiteful and even Father Silco can admit, justified.
“Silco,” You murmur against his jugular, after having grown lax and close to him in the euphoria of his climax, your soft pants warm against his skin. Licking his dry-lips, he parts them for a moment in preparation of a rebuke, a stern reminder… and only ends up with a quiet chuckle, a rolling sound that leaves you to shudder.
“Father to you, dear… perhaps a title that will have more than one meaning shortly, Gods-willing,” He muses with a short roll of his hips, leading a sharp exhale to leave goosebumps over his skin. You echo his sentiment, more of a weakened taunt than a true prayer to the holy, before you ease yourself upright, staring down at him with heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips.
Lips that beg to be captured, and with a sudden, stern reach up to curl his fingers beneath your jaw, he does so with a quick collision of tongue and teeth.
A more perfect sin would be to stay here. To remain in this moment, still within you and seed inside, in the process of bruising lips and perhaps even beginning a second-round within this box meant for confessions. To perform a second confession of flesh - it’s a tempting thought, but the time of giving into temptation has passed, in time with the local tolling of bells.
“Pity,” He murmurs after releasing a bitten lip from his teeth, pulling back to observe the swollen flesh before his gaze travels up to yours. There’s a flicker of regret - no, disappointment in your eyes - but it’s coaxed away by his hand reappearing from the folds of his dark-robe, producing a small-leather pouch resting in the center of his palm.
“Go with my blessing, girl,” He murmurs, offering the barely-there tilt on his lips to compare against the grave, somber tone his profession demands. “In both moral, and physical sense.”
“You mean monetary sense,” You murmur, but take it nonetheless. The weight of your hourly-rate is heavy in your hand, not only with the respectable due a lady of your nightly-profession demands, but here's an enjoyment in her presence he’s not eager to lose.
A decent tip of a tithe to sweeten the deal of sinning, is more than enough to keep you returning.
And perhaps even more unholy, there’s another reason you return consistently and routinely to pleasure the holy-man with reckless abandon. The Father dared not to speculate - the one line he dare not cross, even as actions, words and thoughts prove his penchant for sacreligion, Silco dared not to truly desecrate his holy mind with the one, singular theory he had in regards to you. A forbidden line of thought, that voicing was impossible, and confronting was even more sinful than every action he had taken this evening, all that came before and all that will come after.
You, however, have no such restraints with pushing the limits of your transgressions with your reverence, and lean forward to kiss the Father of the church with reckless, impious abandon.
Most sinful of all, you kiss the priest almost lovingly, fingers coming up to curl into the soft, short hairs above the clergy collar that, for a single moment, Silco wants nothing more than to rip off the evidence of his holy-restraint from kissing you back in such a way.
“Pray for me, Father?” You murmur upon his lips, in way of a goodbye.
A request he is bound to comply with, though he doesn’t just pray for your already damned soul - he prays for his own, and most sacredly of all, that you would return to him in-time.
Neither of you deserve it.
But he prays, nonetheless.
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//Like this post for a nsfw suggestive ask from my muse, even if we never interacted.
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Kenneth Chase is a godless sex hound, Clowntrap doesn't have a dick anymore and Ringmaster is both slutty and the most repressed Catholic alive East of France.
I swear all my carnies are a mess.
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cw ; suggestive , ns/ft.
⇢ ❛⠀✦ I THINK OUYE's sexual preferences and sexuality as a whole is relatively interesting to explore and elaborate on. given he was raised in a rather conservative ( as in modest and chaste ) household , the only reason why OUYE even really knows what sex is is because he's heard about it occasionally and read about it in books. he's always been too ashamed to try to experiment with things , and he's too introverted to go seeking out any sort of sexual relationship by himself ( though he definitely wouldn't be opposed to one ). and given he's roughly a hundred years old in his canon verse ( give or take ) . . . that's a ton of repressed sexuality. this man is probably more repressed than a medieval monk.
⇢ ❛⠀☾ DESPITE this , OUYE absolutely has the sex drive of a goddamn dog. while they definitely suppress their urges - mostly out of shame or modesty - i could realistically see them sleeping with their partner at least every other day in order to be fully satisfied ( with their minimum probably being once every week or maybe once every two weeks if you're pushing it ). however , on their own , they tend to ' put off ' actual acts of masturbation until it becomes too distracting to function , often leading to longer sessions due to pent - up frustrations. they also don't experience sexual attraction often , though their libido is completely separate from how they view others. ( however , part of their sexual attraction is also due to the fact that they're so repressed that they don't know how to healthily process being sexually attracted to someone without shaming themself for it. )
⇢ ❛⠀✩ HOWEVER , in regards to his actual position , i think the first time he's ever with a partner , he probably needs to bottom. i think bottoming would scare him initially at first , but his fear of topping definitely trumps that. there's so much effort on his part if he does that. he doesn't know how to move his hips at all - he's only used his hand to ��go up and down ! how does he properly thrust into it ?! even after that , i still would say OUYE is primarily a bottom , he just could top if the situation really called for it ( observational learning skills ig ). however , i will say OUYE absolutely would power bottom , and i believe he has some hidden sadistic tendencies himself , as well as masochistic.
⇢ ❛⠀♡ THIS entire ramble was sparked by the idea that , because they spend all of their time indoors , they have a lot of time on their hands. OUYE once spent this time learning how to tie knots with their tongue using cherry stems. you're welcome for this knowledge.
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With Mortem, every day is Sinday but Sunday Sinday is something special. I know exactly what I'll do.
*leaves to run my D&D campaign*
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Okay. Now we're talking.
For 1 whole day, you'll be wearing this outfit. You choose the day but you cannot hide yourself. You have to go about as usual like any other day and call everyone Master or Mistress. 😇
Outfit- https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/5421890
"You want me to do...what!?"
Lumine could barely believe her own ears. She had expected for it to be something embarrassing, but this exceeded all of her expectations - and not in a good way.
Still, a deal was a deal. And so, the Traveler had no other choice but to change into the rather raunchy maid outfit. This would surely attract a lot of stares from the people out in the streets.
"...Haah. I suppose I'll go see Kaー I mean, Mistress Katheryne to ask which kind of commissions she has for me today. I hope it involves going to a secluded location. Like the middle of the Sumeru desert or Guyun Stone Forest..."
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Would you be interested in writing a drabble for my favourite DJ?
“Why are you laughing? I am trying to sex you up right now. What’s so funny?”
For you? Anything!
Good for a Laugh
Pairing: Mickey Henry x Female Reader
Summary: Mickey unintentionally makes you laugh.
Word Count: Almost 630
Warnings: Laughter, implied oral, hot man wearing panties, balls, I don't even know what these warnings are at this point, Mickey Henry (he’s a warning, okay?)
A/N: Hey, lovelies! Life has been crazy, so why not something short and fun for Sinday? Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world! Masterlist
When it came to sex, Mickey Henry could do no wrong in your eyes. Maybe it was because he looked like a mix of a god and sin incarnate with his sun kissed skin and ocean blue eyes. It could have also been because he was confident without being arrogant about his sexual prowess. It wasn't an easy line to toe, but he made it seem effortless. It was part of his charm.
But tonight when he walked in, his arms opened wide as he smiled from ear to ear?
You laughed.
And it wasn't a dismissive snort or a giggle. It was a soft sound that grew the longer you stared at him. He raised an eyebrow as the sound filled the room, clutching your stomach and nearly falling off the edge of your bed. Your sides ached and it took a second to make your head stop spinning as you tried to catch your breath.
Kind of like after the mind shattering orgasms he gave you.
“Why are you laughing? I am trying to sex you up right now. What’s so funny?”
You didn't mean to laugh. You truly didn't. And seeing the small pout on his face as his hands went to his hips, you feared you'd start all over again. But you couldn't. Not if you wanted to feel the rings on his fingers dig into your skin within the next few minutes.
"I'm sorry. It's just…" you gestured to his bulge. "My panties? Really?"
Mickey smirked as he did a small spin. The blue lace made him look prettier, which you didn't think was possible. You also wished you could smack his handsome face because why did his ass look better in your underwear?
"Thought I'd see what all the fuss is about. I mean. They're kind of comfortable, but I prefer you without them. Easier access and all that."
Your chaotic man, always ready for a good time with you. "They look good on you."
He sauntered over to where you sat and part of you was tempted to grab him a pair of heels, just to see how well he could walk in them. "Then why are you laughing?" he questioned, running his palms along the top of your thighs.
You shivered as he leaned down, just out of reach for a kiss. "Your balls are out."
Mickey took a couple of steps back, which gave you a nice eyeful as his hand went to his crotch to feel. "Thought I tucked them in."
The laughter began to bubble up from your throat again as he tried to push them into the fabric. You discovered very early on that he was packing heavy when it came to those bad boys. Your panties didn't stand a chance. "Did you not FEEL a draft?"
"I mean, I felt a little cold," he chuckled as he ran his other hand through his fluffy hair. "I carry a lot of heat down there, baby. They're huge."
"They are," you agreed, clenching as you pictured them smacking against your bare skin. "And I'm ready for you to sex me up."
"I didn't ruin the moment?" he smiled, showing that he was unphased by your earlier laughter.
You slid off the edge of the bed to drop to your knees, smiling as you gently pushed his hand away. One of the reasons you loved him was because he made you laugh. He always showed you a good time. He deserved the same.
"Never. Feel free to wear any of my panties you want."
"Any of them?" he groaned, his head tipping back as you mouthed at the fabric.
"Yep. In fact, let's see if I can make you ruin these before you even get inside me."
*****
Happy Sinday. Love and thanks! ❤️
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so sinday came early is the vibe tonight i see
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T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.
Sinday Memery
Ill at ease with his body as he'd become over time given how it'd changed since he was in his early twenties, Ron hadn't been much for the show and tell of sex, the watch me, copy me, like this of sex for a decade before he met Beth. He was attentive still, would instruct as needed, but making a show of things? Sprawling like a lion in his bed chamber with romance brewing and letting his partner watch him as he shows them how he likes it done?
No.
Not on the cards.
Until...Little miss green eyes found him. Little miss green eyes who looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars; who found his softer places alluring and the muscle they covered just as. Every scar and imperfection, every lick'a ink. When she watched him it was with heat in her eyes -- desire like he'd not seen since his svelter days, now a long-back memory. So for her, for Beth, when she asked him to show her how he liked it...an old refrain came back.
"--Look-" he told her, then reached a hand for her hand. "--'N follow 'ow I touch."
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@hawkinsoutcasts liked for a sinday starter
Lucas looked over the naked women who laid naked on his bed. He hadn't expected to see this when he came to retire for the night but here was the newest recruit, almost inviting him to ravish her but he held back. no matter how much he wanted to ruin her virgin body.
"What are you doing my dear? Shouldn't you be asleep? we have an early morning and busy day tomorrow." He said taking a few steps till he was at the foot of the bed.
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👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more?
Sinday Came Early! | no longer accepting.
Red prefers oral but isn't afraid of doing penetrative; mostly...him doing the oral. Telling you, this guy likes at least a little bit of control in the bedroom. Performing oral is one of his favorites; he might not talk much, but he uses his mouth for plenty more than that.
That, and oral is quick and easy if you're in a tight spot with him, say out in public. Penetrative is a little harder in that context...but he's still down for it, if it's really necessary.
Something carnal activates within him at the thought of making somebody feel or act a particular way just by using his mouth. It feels empowering.
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"Sinday definitely came a day early.." So he says as if he's not eating it up like a hungry panda.
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@likesguyskakarot asked: 7, 10, 17 (Geets and Nabs ✨️)
It’s That Time Again...Sinday Qs || Open!
7: Does your muse like using toys with their partner or themselves? What sorts of toys?
[Definitely into it on herself and open to using them with her partner if they’re into the idea. idk why but she’s been on the idea of using a strap on. BUT she likes to experiment, so absolutely give her some toys.]
[It would definitely be a new experience and even suggestion for him, so nothing HE would suggest. He wouldn’t understand the appeal until like...actually doing it, but he would definitely prefer to be the one using it on his partner than having them used on him, likely. Think like remote control vibrators where he gets to torment them and be in absolute control. He’s for that without much hesitation.]
10: What is your muse like after sex? Do they like to cuddle, chat, or go right to sleep?
[Give her mind blowing sex and she’s the definition of basking in the afterglow. While not required, she does like to cuddle and have a little bit of playful banter/chat afterward. Praises and stuff like that. She doesn’t MIND skipping it but she prefers the snugs.]
[It absolutely depends on his mood, intention, and who he’s fuckin. Most of his encounters were hit it and quit so he absolutely would not be cuddling or anything after that; he’s LEAVING. IF it’s with someone he likes being around/is actually in a relationship with, he may not be super into it, but he won’t mind cuddling or talking a little afterward. With the right person he CAN be a little soft for the gentle touches and rubbing of post sex.]
17: Has your muse ever had an awkward moment during sex? What happened and how did they handle it?
[Tbh, she doesn’t have a whole lot of bad experiences in general. Which isn’t helped by the fact that all of her partners have been people she’s comfortable enough with and understands the fine print of the situation between the parties. Probably the most awkward for her was her first time with Ganondorf, which was her first time with a man. Which, you know...isn’t uncommon. A lot of it was just her getting into her own head about it all because it was on his coronation night (like she insisted because she wanted it to be special for both of them in short) and she knew he was decently experienced by that point. She was trying too hard to be what she THOUGHT Ganondorf expected of her (despite the fact that they had already built a tight relationship and, deep down she knew she didn’t NEED to try so hard because he was obviously into her and only her) and, had he not caught on as quickly as he did to what she was up to and knew how to get her to relax, she probably would have just been frustrated and tense the whole time. After working through that, the only difficulty after was dealing with the pain of the first time and all that because, from then on, if something felt awkward, they managed to find a way to laugh through it or Ganondorf would distract her.]
[I think so some degree, all of Vegeta’s early encounters felt...awkward. Likely because he had a really negative perception of sex as he viewed it as succumbing to his base desires and, therefore, a weakness. I don’t think it ever was awkward during: most of the time he just went with them, did the very bare minimal of foreplay, bent them over, and did the thing, doing his best not to think much about it (save for his VERY first time but...that’s another story). The awkwardness usually came AFTER when he felt ashamed of himself and had to deal with that. Otherwise, it was like just doing another chore for him.]
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Sinday Ask: Mr. Haaaades. You are a man god with needs (sometimes??), as we all are. 👀 Erm. It's still early, but. Can you share one passing thought you had about that new pet of yours? The tall, cat-eyed one that barks with words. You know. A lil fantasy. A lil nasty-wasty idea. A freaky-deaky daydream. Or even something soft and sweet.
“I’m aware who my pet is…” There’s only so many live bodies that reside in the underworld, “Jun is attractive… I’ve had a few thoughts about him, of course.” Hades wasn’t one to fantasize often but having someone so close, Juns face has popped up from time to time, “I wonder how experienced he is… he seems, Hm, immature a lot of the time. A chaotic energy to him. I just want to see him sit still and let me explore every sensitive spot he has to offer and see how well he does… besides that and a few more normal fantasies I’d prefer him to find comfort here more than anything.” Hades would never make a single move or inclination about something like that until Jun was settled and comfortable and if that never came so be it, Hades would leave him be.
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