Arguments with Mind were always the worst. Most of the time, they made Heart feel absolutely sick to his stomach with overwhelming emotion that threatened to boil over into another meltdown. Another "Juno Incident" wouldn't be the best thing to happen – so when she was available, she offered to help Heart relieve some stress.

This time was different though. She had a proposition. At first, Heart could hardly believe what he was hearing when she came up to him with the idea. Her offer consisted of him "letting off steam" per usual, though with a bit more aggression. Only after that start did she lead into another idea that surprised Heart to no end; she wanted him to fuck her – but not just any normal fuck: with his gun. The one that led into a spiral of near-endless negatives.

Reasonably so, he was incredibly apprehensive at first. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her with the same weapon he used to shoot Mind, but after talking back and forth and establishing boundaries, the idea grew on him, and he eased up. First and foremost: safety was to be on. Secondly: no bullets inside the gun. A safeword was established right off the bat. No didn't mean no unless the safeword was used. Heart could be as aggressive as he needed to be.

And with that established, and his anxieties eased, Heart went all in.

Heart kept her on his lap, his chin resting atop her head as he fucked up into her, his wings enshrouding their forms. He pressed the gun snuggly up against her thyroid, his other arm wrapped tightly around her middle. The sounds of skin on skin filled the room, and between his grunts, Heart would quietly swear and grumble to her under his breath.

"You're such a little whore in denial," he growled. "You keep crying no, but... fuck... your cunt's wet and begging for more...~ Tell me: do you want my gun or dick more? I won't be afraid to blow your fucking brains out from below if that's what my little whore wants~"