Thinking of Dan Heng in his Preservation form—his frame larger, taller, and more muscular than his usual self. You lay on the bed, back turned toward him, exposed for who knows how long, both hands bound above your head. Your muffled moans pressed into the smooth fabric of the pillow, eyes rolling back with every wave of sensation, tears gathering at the corners. Each time he thrust deep into the perfect spot within you, your back arched, his grip firm on your hips, angling you precisely whenever your body grew too weak to lift on its own. Even his tail braced you, offering unrelenting support. You had lost count of how many times you came around his shaft, but you know for sure that it had been more than three times already. Dan Heng relished every moment of you in that state, savoring the sight of you pleading for mercy, swearing you couldn’t take anymore, even as your moans betrayed how much you craved his pretty thick cocks.
Ah yes. It's been so long since I've posted. Anyway, need more people to make more fics of him :(
Synopsis (finally spelt it right)- Yandere popular Phainon x Nerdy loser reader who thinks no one likes her… mmmmmghhhh..
A/N- Tysm for the support on my last fic!! The ending was kinda rushed LAWL😓 I had to go out that day and I didn’t wanna leave it unfinished 🧍🏽♀️ set in college au btw
Warning- Stalking, mentions of violence and gore, self deprecating thoughts, sexual thoughts, reader is such a loser tbh…
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What did it mean to be alone? Did it mean you’d have nobody around you for comfort? Did it mean you were just an invisible speck of dust in the eyes of everyone around you? Were you truly lovable? Would you die alone?
These were all questions you grew quite familiar with the existence of, as they’d live in your mind rent free, propagating at the sight of love and passion in the world around you. It hurt, of course it did. Knowing you would never experience such luxuries.
But over time, you grew used to it. You grew used to the silent murmur of degrading thoughts, that lingered at the back of your head, only growing in volume slightly as you’d pass by some random couple cooped up in the lone corner of the library, away from prying eyes besides your own, making out passionately behind a bookshelf, such as right now.
Groaning at the filthy, public display of affection, you kicked off your seat, holding your heavy books to your chest, slinging your backpack- which was filled with even heavier books- over your shoulder, and making your way out your once safe haven of literature and knowledge, which was now dominated by lust. You didn’t wanna think of what that couple may be doing now, with nobody around. As you walked, those thoughts that would ring in your head somehow got louder, it was unbearable for some odd reason- but not enough for you to collapse or anything- but just enough for you to lose focus, causing you to collide with something hard and firm, resulting in you tripping up pathetically and dropping your books with a slight gasp.
“S-sorry-“ You whispered apologetically realising what you had bumped into wasn’t a wall, but a person. Nervousness seeped into your voice as you frantically reached to pick up your books, that were now spread out across the floor, with desperate hands.
“Oh no! I’m so sorry, are you hurt?? Do you need me to take you to the nurse’s office?” Yelled out a gentle, handsome voice as their shadow grew larger, the sight of pale, large- but bony hands- reaching out to hold your shoulder, gazing into your eyes with worry, which were fixated onto the floor in embarrassment.
“I’m fine I-“ Your words were cut short once your head had finally lifted up to meet with his. Your eyes locked onto his, which were dominated with a beautiful hue of azure blue, with small yellow pupils that resembled the sun. You felt your face heating up at the very close distance between your nose and his, glancing away shyly. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.” You’d say meekly, trying to get up, but feeling something heavy weigh you down. You forgot about that heavy bag you carried. You then heard a soft chuckle, that reverberated nicely through your ear due to the close contact.
“You sure? That bag of yours seems to be holding you down a bit. Here, lemme carry it for you.” Without a second thought, he effortlessly unhooked your bag’s strap around your shoulder, and lifted it up, as if it weighed nothing. The loss of weight made you think more clearly, as you managed to grab all your books and smaller trinkets in quicker succession. You felt his large, warm palm on your back as he coaxed you to stand up slowly, following through just as gently.
“We can go to my dorm room and you could just drop my bag off for me there, if that’s okay with you..” You muttered quietly, avoiding his gaze, knowing it would only make you even more awkward if you kept your eyes on his. He beamed brightly at this, and although you weren’t looking at him, you could easily hear the innocent smile in his voice as he spoke.
“That’s fine with me! And don’t worry, I’m used to carrying heavier objects, so this is light work for me~” He exclaimed proudly, without a care in the world for whoever may hear his less-than-egotistical tone that boomed throughout the empty hallways. You thought it was.. cute. But there was a lingering feeling in you that secreted less-than-innocent thoughts into your mind. ‘God, could he carry me around like that with minimal effort and boast about it for everyone to hear?’ You thought to yourself as the pair of you walked, growing closer to your dormitory. Once the dirtier thoughts dissipated away, another thought came.
“..Uhm, you’re Phainon, right? Captain of the sports team? Shouldn’t you be with your team training or something?” You asked curiously, now turning your head to look at him, having to tilt it upwards slightly to meet his gaze, due to the slight height difference between the two of you, which stirred even more sensations in you, that you tried to ignore as he spoke.
“Ah, training is cancelled for us today. One of my members was gravely injured a few nights prior, and I, as the sports captain, firmly believe that a good days training must include the whole squad. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to critic each other, and build stronger bonds between us all equally!” Phainon declared virtuously, holding his head up high with his eyes closed, a hand over his heart. At this, you giggled softly, admiring his show of righteousness and dedication to his team.
“They must feel so lucky to have such a strong-willed captain such as yourself, who cares so much about his teammates, Phainon..” You admitted gently, before wanting to take it all back as you realised how corny you may have sounded. Gosh, you couldn’t even form a proper compliment. Was he creeped out by you now? Did you make him cringe? Did he find you weird now?
Amidst your internal turmoil, Phainon laughed quietly, a faint pink flush spreading onto pale, slim cheeks, his voice now taking on a more shyer, sheepish tone as he began once more.
“You’re praising me too much here. I’m sure they’re more than happy to have me as their captain, I know I am. But I fear I’m sometimes a bit too encouraging at times, which may overwhelm them a bit. I’m working on it though!”
To that, you smiled at him sympathetically, acknowledging his worries as he now had his face down turned and away from yours.
“I’m not the best at comforting, but if you’re worrying too much about how you’re training your team mates, then maybe that’s a good thing, y’know? Worrying about things like this just means you’re worrying out of good will, which shows that you truly care. I’m more than certain your team mates are aware of this, but if it’s bothering you so much, why don’t you talk to them about it? I’m sure they’d understand.” You spoke calmly, the words flowing out your mouth with precision. As you said, you weren’t the best at comforting another person, you couldn’t even help yourself, but the topic of bad thoughts and feelings was something you knew like the back of your hand, so why not at least try to comfort someone on a topic you knew so well?
“I.. thank you. I guess I never saw it that way, I always thought my worries were a product of my own faults, which in turn, would make me even more worried.” He admitted lightly, his voice becoming less pronounced and more relaxed, which was short lived as he continued yet again, tone now taking up a more teasing lilt. “..Though, I didn’t take someone as quiet as you to be such a smooth talker. You’ve got a way with words, that’s for sure. I almost thought my heart was about to jump out and end me right there!” He grinned, his expression becoming less somber, and more playful as he teased you, monitoring your own expression shifting from one of pity, to one of surprise.
“You’re just teasing me now.. I’m really not that good with words. I just know how it feels to be overwhelmed with such thoughts, I wouldn’t want anyone else to go through that, especially someone as hardworking as yourself.”
As you both drew to the entrance of your room’s door, which was situated in a lone corner of the campus, where other quiet kids liked to stay, he flashed you a boyish, toothy grin.
“Hmm, say what you want. It’s always the quiet ones who shock us louder ones with their words the most. Oh! I forgot to ask you for your name, I don’t think we’ve met before.”
“Oh, sorry. I’m [Name]. Uh, I like to study literature and ancient texts, but I major in science. Not that you needed to know all of that anyways.” You answered absentmindedly as you fumbled with your key in the door’s lock hole, opening it quietly, picking up your bag and looking at him.
“Oh, no way! I also like to study ancient texts! I major in history, so we have something in common! Here, I’ll give you my number, we can chat more frequently!!” He chirped happily, quickly swiping a pen from his pant’s pocket and grabbing your hand, scribbling his number messily onto your palm.
“Our schedules may be different, but I’ll still look for time to talk to you, [Name]. I gotta run though, I have an essay to complete for Professor Anaxa..” Dullness and gloom creeped into his tone as he rolled his eyes, which you could only copy. Professor Anaxa- or Anaxagoras as he liked it- was definitely someone you’re glad didn’t teach practical science, and instead, theoretical and spiritual science, as well as history.
“I can imagine that.. anyways, bye Phainon! I’ll add you later.” You waved him goodbye, before disappearing into your dorm and shutting the door with a last smile to him, locking it securely.
‘Perfect.’ He thought to himself, as he began his journey back to his own dorm, his footsteps echoing through the hallway as he walked.
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You sat at your desk at the peak time of exactly 3:58am in the morning, papers messily scattered across the wooden expanses, as pen met paper hastily, untidily. You were so unbelievably tired of being assigned research project after research project by your ever so cruel, demanding professor, who happened to be an even crueller teacher than Professor Anaxagoras, or Anaxa as Phainon liked to call him.
Speaking of Phainon, you had forgotten to add his number to your contact list. Getting up and walking over to your bedside to unplug your fully charged phone from its charger, you couldn’t help but notice something small and black on your bed’s headboard, just above where you’d rest your head on your pillow. Assuming it was just a mere bug, you flicked it away with your fingers, and opened your phone, adding Phainon’s number.
What you didn’t know, was that said ‘bug’ wasn’t gone.
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Phainon leaned over his own desk, nervously looking at his computer screen as you stared at the camera he had placed to discreetly in the middle of one night. He was a mess, even messier than those papers that mapped out your desk, that were littered with scribbles and whatnot. Drenched in sweat, biting his nails whilst running another hand through his now matted, damp white locks, he stared in anticipation. It didn’t help how you also hadn’t added his phone number and messaged him hours prior. You must’ve hated him, he thought.
As you flicked the camera aimlessly and turned to your phone, he let out a long sigh of utmost relief, as if he weighed nothing, slumping back on his chair in solitude. He was at his desk all day after the two of you parted ways, he was glad he had a reason to, considering it would be more than suspicious if the captain of the sport’s team wasn’t at training today..
He reminisced shortly on the scene from last night, as he followed one of his members home from practice. Said member was giving you the dirtiest of looks a few days prior in a crowded hallway, laughing and making odd faces as you’d walk by. Phainon knew he just couldn’t let such a crime to unpunished, especially with that dejected, sad look on your face. Oh how he wanted to break his stupid teammate’s legs right then and there, and just bunch you up in his arms and take you away someplace else, comforting you and praising you gently whilst peppering kisses all over your sad face.. he wondered if you were into praise and manhandling , though, he did know that going for that route would mean carnage. So instead, he simply opted for just the first part instead, breaking that bastard’s knees of course!
He had cornered the unknowing guy in the middle of an alleyway from behind, and was clad in a dark black hoodie, with the inside of the hood being purple, dark pants, and black gloves to remove any DNA evidence from his bat if it was ever taken into custody. With one swift hand, he drove his bat hard against the other boy’s knees, which made him cry out and fall. To avoid raising suspicions, he bent over the figure and hit him harder, whilst digging his shoe over his mouth, silencing him effectively. Once his legs were on the verge of breaking, as he checked by roughly twisting them with his free foot to check for any fractures, he bent down further, lifting him up by his shirt’s collar.
“You wanna talk shit about my [Name]? I’ll cut your tongue off clean and shove it down your throat like the mangy dog you are. And I know where you live, and I also happen to know that your stupid little sister’s being bullied. We wouldn’t want her bullies to go further, would we? So keep your mouth shut, unless you want to see her hanging from her ceiling tomorrow.” His voice was muffled, due to the hoodie’s collar covering his mouth. With a swift kick to his face, he concealed his bat and started walking off into the night, making it back to the campus and sneaking in through his window, to avoid raising any suspicions.
Back to the current moment, he let out an involuntary moan, as he felt something warm and gooey coat his shorts. He chuckled softly as he lifted them up, seeing the white expanse of his cum coating his underwear and shorts, as well as his big, lengthy cock, his angry tip pulsating and spewing out more cum somehow. He gently rubbed his thumb against his tip.
“Tsk.. I’ve made such a mess.. if only you were here, [Name]. You’d look so sweet cleaning this mess up you made me make.. I bet you’d be so fucking loud too, gagging and choking over me.” He spoke reverently, imagining you sucking his dick lovingly, on your knees and looking up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, his cock spreading open your lips. Oh, how he wished his cock could spread open both sets of your lips.. With a sigh, he peeled off his bottoms and carried them into his bathroom, along with his phone. Setting his phone aside, he piled his boxers and shorts with his other dirty clothes in the laundry basket by his cupboards, before hopping into the shower to draw some cold water from the shower head, but not before placing his phone in a safe corner, away from any water, just to watch you on an app that could also monitor your activities through that camera placed in your room, that had, by miracle, not flung to a dusty corner of your room as you flicked it away with no thought. It was definitely reliable, to say the least. Being able to watch you from anywhere was most certainly a good pastime.
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Anxiousness creeped into your mind as you were thinking of a message to send Phainon. Would you be nonchalant? Overly sweet? Funny?? Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you thought of a message to send him, before finally tapping the appropriate keys for each word in your message.
[Name]: “Hi Phainon!! I’m really sorry I didn’t add your number before, I was really cooped up with work and assignments, so I didn’t get the chance to contact you earlier today!”
You anxiously waited for a reply, but didn’t get one for a few minutes. Thoughts lingered in your head- Was he asleep? Was he airing you on purpose for not messaging him sooner? Was he angry at you? Did he find you annoying? Were you just a charity case?-
Your endless supply of thoughts came to a sudden halt as you heard the nice ‘ding!’ of your phone, and his message pop up at the top of your screen in banner form.
Phainon: “Hey [Name] !! It’s completely fine, I was busy too with my own affairs, so you’re not to blame! I will admit, I was still a bit upset when I didn’t receive any response or notification of a message from you tho… (*´Д｀*)…”
The usage of those deathly adorable emoticons, and his ‘texting language’ in his message made you coo and squeal in delight, you didn’t think such a popular, charming guy would use such displays in his texts. Though, he was quite bubbly in real life too. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d also use these cute emoticons with his friends as you typed out your response message.
[Name]: “Omg I’m so sorry! :(( I’ll make up for it, I swear. Idk how, but I will!! 😼 And btw, that emoticon was so cute!! I didn’t think someone like you would use them!”
Phainon: “Haha, I do like to use them from time to time. They really capture how I feel yk? Typical emojis don’t exactly cut it for me (＞人＜;)..”
Before you could write your own reply back, he sent another message in quick succession.
Phainon: “Besides, someone as cute as you deserves to be spoken to in equally as cute ways ^_−☆”
At this, you flushed greatly and fell onto your bed, kicking your feet and burying your face into your pillow. There was absolutely no way in hell such a popular guy just called some loser like you cute! But he did complement your manner of speech a lot earlier… Despite feeling so cringed out in the moment, you also simply couldn’t help but feel like a lovesick fool, fantasising about being his girlfriend, what it would be like.
[Name]: “Oh wow, thanks Phainon. I honestly don’t know what to say- I’ve never been spoken to like this before 😭 ty tho, I really appreciate it. :))” You sent back quickly, not caring how corny or stupid you may have sounded with that text, simply focusing on a life with Phainon as his girlfriend, walking hand in hand after games.. going on romantic dates.. him saving you from the clutches of your dark thoughts..
Phainon: “Aww, I’m surprised nobody’s ever spoken the truth! Well, I’m here now, and I’ll 100% make sure you know your worth!! Anyways, you better get to sleep, or I’ll drag myself back to your dorm and put you to sleep myself ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ !”
[Name]: “Okay I willlll dw!! I’m putting my assignments away as we speak- or type. My stupid prof assigns sm work everyday! Now I’m regretting ever thinking poorly of Prof Anaxagoras, I’d rather have him! 😞💔 Anyways, to avoid your wrath, I’ll go to sleep, but you better too! Ik I said you’re a good team captain, but even captains need good rest too!! Goodnight!”
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Phainon laughed huskily at the sight of you blushing and kicking your feet on your bed at his message, as he rewatched the recorded footage on his phone- since he was busy washing himself up-. He had meant every word in his message, no denying that. You were the sweetest, most cutest thing he had ever come across in his life before, and it was his duty to make that known to you. Albeit, it was difficult at first, considering how distant the two of you were, regarding classes, cliques, personal schedules and whatnot. But now, he had done it, and he had definitely implemented himself into your mind. But he didn’t want to assume he was fully in control, that just didn’t sit right with him. Because although he had made you swoon, you were truly the owner of his heart.
As he made himself comfortable in his own bed, after having cleaned himself and his room up, now watching the live footage from your room. You were indeed curled up in your bed, as he watched from the sneaky camera on your headboard. The camera had night-light vision, so he could easily see your soft, peaceful sleeping face. Your lashes fluttered gently over your soft cheeks, oh, how he wanted to squish your face so hard ‘til it’d burst.. he’s sure confetti and glitter would come out !
Alas, he himself put his phone down, keeping it next to his head on his pillow. He had only your notifications on, in case you were in a life threatening emergency, and required his knightly aid. He felt himself drifting off, his face pressed against the cloth of his pillow, which was actually one of your old t-shirts, that was coated with your scent, as if it was sewn in along with the cloth.. Your scent, the memories of today- and yesterday-, made him sleep like a baby reborn, a sweet smile gracing his features.
୨୧ Warnings: none. Gn! Reader, All fluff, just the hsr men spoiling you like how you should be spoilt.
♡︎ Aventurine— receiving gifts.
“Err, Aventurine? This is the fifth diamond bracelet this month.”
“Today is a special day.”
“You say that everyday…” you whisper to yourself in amusement while your fingers brush over the expensive material sealed around your wrist. You try not to sound disappointed because—you’re not really disappointed but rather confused or guilty for him spending so recklessly with you.
Upon seeing the guilt he knew so well etched on your face, he quickly steps closer, “It looks pretty on you, which is all the reason i need.” He teases, his hand snaking towards your lower back. “You didn’t complain about the shoes and necklace I bought you,” he shrugs with a grin plastered on his face and you shake your head in return.
“I appreciate everything you do to me, i just dislike it when a lot of money is wasted.” You gently scold him but he brushes it off with a laugh.
“Darling, you need to stop thinking like this. Money was meant to be spent.” He playfully flickers your forehead, before gently caressing the spot with his thumb.
“How can i ever spoil you back, hmm?” He grins at your question, his thumb that was caressing your forehead moves to your chin. Holding it with a firm, yet gentle grip. “I told you, silly,” he murmurs, leaning forward to bring his face closer to yours. “All you have to do is be cute, and give me a kiss every once in a while.”
“… is that it?” Your figure almost slumps at his too simple requests. From now on, you’d try harder to shower him with all the kisses and affection.
“That’s all it takes. Your cute little reactions and your pretty face are more than enough to spoil such a simple man, like me.” He says, his hand slipping down to your waist, pulling you closer. You take ahold of his face with your hands, pulling his face to give his lips some attention, his hand tightening around your waist “will this suffice?”
“I’m a bit greedy, one more.” He whispers, and you press your lips against his again for another chaste kiss. “Again,” he says in a bit more demanding tone this time, taking over the lead and kissing you even deeper, trailing his lips along your jawline then a final kiss just below your earlobe. Your whole face burning just from simple kisses.
“I will get you anything you want, everything you desire,” he whispers against your neck, “A yacht, a penthouse, jewels, whatever you want. My only condition is you stay with me, and make those cute little noises when i spoil you.”
“Cute little noises?” You squint your eyes at him, pulling back to see him, “you mean.. my surprised expressions?”
“Exactly like that. The soft gasps, wide eyes, and adorable smile.” he grins while taking you in a crushing embrace and you only laugh back at him.
♡︎ Jing Yuan— physical touch.
You suddenly can’t breath when the general came home particularly clingy today. Big arms preventing you from escaping his hold with his lips not leaving any spot untouched on your face.
“Missed you today,” he would whisper in his thick raspy voice, hands roaming around your body with strands of his hair almost covering your face, “my pretty spouse.” His voice is muffled from his face buried in your neck.
“You’re the clingiest man i know.”
His suddenly stopped for a moment, expression darkening slightly, “you know other men?”
“Ohh, the most jealous one too.” You chuckle when he shoots you a pout, sometimes you could imagine him looking like a big sad lion.
“Not that I’m complaining.” You press a tender kiss to his forehead, and just like that, his shoulders relax and his golden eyes seem to shine just a bit brighter. “Was work harsh on you today?”
Jing Yuan let out a drawn-out sigh, "Exhausting is more like it," he replied with a tired smile. "Still need to train Yanqing later tonight per his request,"
His expression softened as he looked down to meet your gaze.
"I've been looking forward to this time with you all week." He hums, resting his head on your chest and your hand immediately finds its place on his hair. Jing Yuan smiles as he feels your delicate fingers take out the red ribbon from his long, white hair, letting it cascade down to his shoulders.
"I should call in sick tomorrow," he grins when he hears you quietly chuckle, beginning to lean on you as your fingers worked through his hair.
“Is this the general of the luofu?” You decide to tease him a bit, his rough hands squeezing your thighs in return. “No, this is just your spouse now. All putty for you."
♡︎ Veritas Ratio— Quality time.
Ratio was sprawled on his stomach, a large book held in his hands. He was so engrossed in the content that he didn't even hear you enter the room until you jumped onto the bed.
“What are you doing?” You simply ask as you make space for yourself next to him, He turned his head to glance at you for a second before returning his attention to the page.
"Reading a book on advanced mathematics," he replied, his voice sounding a bit distracted. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
“Oh the boring stuff.”
"Boring? Excuse you. This stuff happens to be quite fascinating. Not everyone can appreciate the complexity and beauty of mathematical theory, you know."
Your brain goes short circuit at his explanation, and you shake your head instead. "You can read your amazing stuff to yourself while i... Maybe brush your hair?"
Ratio couldn't help but scoff at your suggestion. "Brush my hair, really? What, do you think I'm a doll or something?"
But secretly, the idea of you running your fingers through his hair had a certain appeal to him. He shrugged nonchalantly, feigning indifference.
"Fine, go ahead. Do with my hair whatever makes you happy, I suppose."
"Yay," you immediately grab the brush from your drawer and gesture him to lean back against your chest, and he immediately obliged. Melting back against your chest while holding his book to his lap. “I love you,” you then whisper and he only hums in return.
You huff at his silence, "I thought you were going to say something like 'oh i love you to the moon and back!' or 'i actually don't love you'." You say in a mocking tone.
Ratio chuckled again, shaking his head in mock annoyance. "Oh, so you're expecting some sappy, romantic cliché, are you? Sorry to disappoint you, darling."
He reached up and gently poked your forehead with his index finger. "I don't think I could actually say something like that with a straight face. I have standards, you know."
Then you tug his hair gently with the brush, showing your annoyance, making him gasp. "Hey, careful with the hair," he protested half-heartedly, feigning irritation. "Do you want me to go bald before I'm thirty?"
"At least you look pretty now." You hand him a mirror to show him the creation you've made on his hair. Tiny braids.
“Aeons, what have you done to my hair?”
"I made an artwork, thank you very much."
He took another look at his reflection in the mirror, tilting his head to examine the braids in his hair from different angles.
“Artwork, you say?” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Looks more like a bird’s nest, if you ask me.”
You blink twice at his words, "Wait, what if birds actually lay their eggs on your hair?" His smirk vanished, replaced by a look of mock horror. "Oh gods, please don't give them ideas," he said, you both quickly start unbraiding his hair.
♡ Sunday— Acts of service.
“Is this better, love?” Sunday asks softly when he took off his coat to drape it around your shoulders instead, and you nod your head. He wouldn’t want his beloved to catch a cold now.
Both of you decided to go on a walk in penacony as a date, just to enjoy each other’s presence for the night.
He wraps a protective hand around your waist, moving to walk on the side of the street while you were safely walking on the sidewalk.
“I wouldn’t ask for anything more.” You smile brightly under the light poles. "I’m relieved to hear that, darling." Sunday replied with a pleasant hum, giving your hips a gentle squeeze as you leaned into him for warmth. He smiled at your laugh, finding your happiness to be such a joyous sight. you had always been such an angelic being in his eyes; just the sight of your smiling and laughing was enough for his heart to flutter madly in his chest.
"careful, dont trip. watch your step."
You step to the side just in time to avoid tripping over a few rocks, giving him the sweetest smile, "Always caring for me, my love."
Sunday felt his cheeks flush ever so faintly at your smile. The soft feathers of his wings grazing his cheeks in a failed attempt to hide the redness. Your sweet personality and mannerisms tugging at the strings of his heart in an almost dizzying manner.
"i cant possibly let my angel hurt themself on our date, now can i?"
It was your turn for your cheeks to flush at his words. Your tried turning around to avoid him seeing your face when your hand landed upon a bush of flowers.
You carefully pluck the crimson one before handing it to him, "for you,”
He took the flower from your hand and twirled it between his fingers, admiring the pretty, crimson hue. he tucked it behind his ear, the red complimenting his hair nicely.
he chuckled in amusement. “it's beautiful. how did you know red is my favourite colour?"
"Is it? Last time i gave you a blue shirt and you said it was your favourite colour." You laugh, plucking another flower to tuck it right at the fluttering wings next to his ears.
“Hmm, everything you give me is my favorite. That’s only fair.” For some reason the way Sunday talks, makes you believe for sure that you’re definitely safe with him.
♡ Argenti— words of affirmation.
“I cannot get enough of you.” he murmured against your hair. It’s quieter than usual now with his presence, which is something you don’t hate either.
"You flatter me with your words, darling." You whisper, feeling protected around his arms, with your head resting on his chest where you could listen to his heart beat rather quicker than usual.
"And you flatter me with your presence, my love," Argenti replied, his voice a deep and velvety rumble. His hand rose to gently brush a stray strand of hair away from your face, his touch lingering on your cheek for a moment too long.
The steady rhythm of his heart seemed to pick up its pace as it thumped against his chest, a subtle giveaway of his growing excitement. "You make my heart beat faster than it should," he confessed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“Your words always manages to make me fall head over heels for you.” You say dreamily, taking a few on his red end strands of hair to twirl with. He laughed softly, shifting his position so he could look down at you. He gently tilted your chin up, his thumb gently grazing your jawline.
"Where do I even begin? Your beauty is without equal, a sight so captivating it robs me of my breath every time I lay my eyes upon you," he whispered, his voice soft yet filled with affection. "Your intelligence is like a rare gem, sharper than the finest sword and just as precious. Every moment spent with you is a treasure, my love."
You shift in your place a bit to take a good look at his face, and you only see gentleness and sincerity behind it.
“I lied, my skin might burn from all this sweetness.” You admit, pressing your chin against his shoulder.
Argenti laughed again, and you might think it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. He gently wrapped his arms around yours, "Seeing the effect I have on you is a sight more beautiful than any sunrise," he purred, voice dripping like honey, his hand now moving to glide down your neck, fingers tracing patterns on your nape.
"I will never tire of making your skin burn, my love. Each blush and shiver you give me only adds fuel to my desire for you." His thumb traced circles on your nape, and you could just sleep right here.
“I never thought I would be this… desire-able?” You mumble, the hint of insecurity showing, making him sigh.
"Nonsense,” he tightens his arms around you, “The way you move, the sound of your voice, the way you look at me... it drives me to the brink of madness. I find myself craving you at all hours of the day, constantly longing for your touch, your presence alone is enough to make me weak in my knees."
You frown at his words, relaxing right here, in the arms of your lover, “you’re too precious.”
CW: improper use of a gun (after being modified for safety, because Boothill loves you and cares about you)
Boothill x f!Reader, pwp, established relationship, AFAB reader, no mentions of reader's pronouns, one mention of the reader wearing a skirt, one instance of Boothill calling the reader "my pretty lady" — feel free to ignore/tweak them as you see fit!
A/N: A tiny little bit of tasteful degeneracy and slightly kinky, this is not vanilla, but also not too unhinged either I promise!! Included some eye-dialect for Boothill's speech. Little bit of wholesome fluff at the end♡ Lastly, this is a special little dedication to the lovely Mouthofprotagoras from r/HSRmales, and all thirsty Boothill lovers~ Enjoy!!♡
Word Count: 4,736
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It’s been a couple days since you first brought up to Boothill the idea of introducing gun play to your bedroom life. The thought excited you, the image of him in your fantasies pleasuring you with such a dangerous, forbidden object, quite unbearably sexy.
However, as a respectable gunsman, Boothill was understandably hesitant, if not borderline revolted at first. He did not want to hurt your feelings by flat-out rejecting your brave, albeit outrageous idea; but that was his biggest mistake. For the lack of a definitive answer only gave you the green light to keep insisting on it, almost begging him, telling him how much you trust him, and how excited the thought made you.
And soon, Boothill caved. Indeed, he could not resist your puppy eyes, nor bear to deny you pleasure. However, one thing remained firm. He was not going to endanger you in any way, no matter how unlikely the scenario was. He knew very well how dangerous firearms were. And even if empty, he refused to risk putting one inside you.
…Not without the necessary safety precautions, at least. So, finally, after many long days of pleading, discussions about safety concerns, and reassurances, he finally figured out a compromise that would keep the excitement real for you, yet give him the peace of mind that nothing could go wrong, enough to hopefully loosen up and get into it himself.
He purchased a second revolver, of the same model as the one he used in battle. It seemed quite important to you that it was *his gun* specifically. An authentic piece, the real deal, not a simple replica. Yet this one would have a far more peaceful, yet quite possibly a lot less noble purpose than the one resting at his hip. And for that, he needed to weld its muzzle and bullet chambers shut, and the trigger into place, effectively rendering the thing unable to be loaded and fire, or even as little as catch and irritate any sensitive skin, even on accident. It was now little more than a harmless metal fidget, yet one that looked very much just as thrilling as a loaded gun. He tested its weight into his hand, then leisurely spun it around his finger a couple times. He seemed satisfied enough by the safety of the object to finally agree and enact your fantasy, and… quite possibly even allow himself to let loose and enjoy the act in full, free of worries, which would have not been possible otherwise.
The lights were dim in your bedroom that night, your heart racing as he beckoned you over by gently swaying the firearm back and forth in his hand. Your eyes glimmered as you obediently climbed into bed, straddling him. His top and cowboy hat were long discarded, as his well-sculpted metallic torso was fully exposed to you, and his face was unshadowed for you to see his eyes clearly, without the obstruction of the hat's brim. And a red glint flickered in his hunter's eyes, making you shiver with delight, feeling not merely like prey, but a prize catch for him to take. And his keen senses didn't deceive him about that.
“I can sense your adrenaline, sugar,” he smirked, bearing his sharp teeth.
“It- it's just,” you stuttered despite yourself. “I did not expect you to actually agree–” your breath hitched into your throat as Boothill interrupted you by pressing the muzzle of the revolver against your rosy lips.
“No need to explain, sweetheart,” he leaned in dangerously close to your face, teasingly tapping the cold metal against your skin.
He was quite stunned with himself upon the realisation the sight before his eyes did, in fact, turn him on as well. He had not expected himself to be into gun play so easily. Perhaps it was less the gun itself, and more the way you looked at him, with your glossy pleading eyes, flushed cheeks, and those plump lips he couldn't wait to devour, as they desperately clung to the welded metal, almost as if begging to perform fellatio on the object.
“Look at'cha… You want this iron in your mouth, darlin’?”
You could only slowly nod your head as you bit the inside of your cheek, unable to even look him in the eyes. A moment later, you found yourself pouting in disappointment as you felt the metal leave your lips, after having expected he would push it further past them. Only for your cheeks to become even redder when you watched his next action.
“Then come get it,” he cooed charmingly, lowering the gun down to his pelvis as a placeholder for his own member, and licking his lips at the priceless expression you so vulnerably put on display for him. Poor you… he almost felt bad for teasing you. Almost. But he enjoyed it more.
Your lips started trembling at the implication, but you were unable to resist. So you lowered your head, passing your tongue over the barrel of the gun, only to whimper as you felt Boothill's fingers reach into your hair. You felt yourself tremble as he guided your head, making you take the length of the gun into your mouth, and moving your head up and down in an agonizingly slow motion. Your lips trembled on the metal as saliva pooled into your mouth. You tried to swallow it, but you positioned your tongue wrong, the tip of the barrel pressing against it as you lowered your head, making you gag and allowing the clear fluid to escape your mouth and drip down the length of the weapon.
Boothill's breath hitched ever so slightly, a small sound involuntarily escaping his lips as his cheeks flushed red at the sight. He slowly, slowly pulled the gun out of your mouth as you caught your breath, your head already hazy. A soft moan escaped you when you felt him pull at your hair just enough to lift your gaze up. The subtle feeling of dull pain in your scalp was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. It took you every muscle in your body to stop yourself from letting your eyes roll.
But when they finally settled on Boothill, your pupils dilated and you could feel your heart skip a beat. He licked a drop of your saliva from the length of the gun with one lascivious motion of his tongue, leaving you breathless. Something about that gesture made you feel a knot in your stomach.
“Mmm,” he hummed. Your breath caught in your throat as you heard his leisurely vocalisation that sounded far too similar to ignore, to the sound of enjoying the taste of something delightful. “Mhm… I think I'd like more of that,” he made a deliberate pause, almost as if dragging the moment. And not even he himself could tell if it was simply because he wished to tease you a little longer, or because he enjoyed seeing your face as you were now. “Wadd'ya say ya come a little closer?” he smirked. The sight of those sharp teeth made you weak every time.
So you could only comply, your thighs shaking as you struggled to keep your balance while straightening your back and kneeling above him. He wasted no time in pulling you closer against his broad, metallic frame, locking your lips with his own in a ravenous kiss. Your lips trembled against his as he mercilessly claimed your mouth, his tongue slipping in and dominating yours in a way that took your breath away, and made your core tighten around nothing.
Your head was already spinning from the fervour, but this close, your ears were flooded with the sound of a soft mechanical rumble within his chest, and with each second you fell more and more into a trance. The feeling of Boothill's chest as your breasts were squished against the hard surface– not the usual coldness of steel, but a comforting warmth akin to a human's… He was overheating. The act overwhelmed his system. It seemed not even cyborgs were spared from the weakness caused by such raw human emotion.
He pressed his tongue against yours, and you softly gagged, a drop of saliva rolling down your chin from the corner of your mouth. Finally, you could no longer help yourself. And almost as if without your mind, your body started grinding his hard groin through the layers of your clothing. He inhaled sharply for a moment, before his hand slipped between the two of you under your skirt, cupping your parts only covered by your thin underwear, and pushing you upward and away from his crotch, earning a delightfully pathetic whine from your ravaged mouth.
You attempted to wriggle your way out of his palm, however, noticing your restlessness, Boothill pushed his middle finger slightly upwards, just enough for you to rub it slightly against your entrance through the soft cloth. Your hand immediately shot up to your mouth, covering it in an attempt to muffle a shaky moan. The bastard seemed to enjoy watching you fall apart before him.
“Nu-uh sweetcheeks,” he chuckled dryly. “So needy… Didn'cha say there was somethin’ you wanted to do with this toy here first?” he pushed the tip of the gun against your core, making you whimper. “I know you're hungry for the real deal… but you brought this upon yourself,” he cooed as he began moving it in slow circles against the fabric of your underwear. “Let's see if you get half as much pleasure from this bastard as I offer you…” he spoke with a slight growl as he pushed your underwear aside, revealing your already slick folds, and positioning the welded barrel at your entrance. “Ride it,” he instructed with a sultry voice, his eyes lowering to watch you take it.
You swallowed hard, your lips trembling as you began mentally scolding yourself for what you've gotten yourself into. What were you thinking?... You were left craving your partner's member, the object of your fantasy now becoming an obstacle in feeling Boothill inside of you. But your core ached for something, anything, inside of you. So you swallowed your pride, telling yourself this would have to do until he would take mercy on you and take you himself.
You lowered yourself onto the barrel of the gun, your hand pressing against your mouth, partly to muffle an involuntary whimper, and partly to hide your bright red face in embarrassment. He grinned, seeming quite pleased with your dejected expression. “Awh, what's that, sweetheart?... Not as fun as you'd thought?” he asked mockingly as he pressed the object further into you, and your hand trembled against your warm face.
“Ah, that pitiful face… You'll make me feel bad ya'know,” he huffed with a half-hearted chuckle, pressing his thumb against your clit, making you whine his name through whimpers.
Coincidentally, this particular revolver model just so happened to naturally have a very… *friendly* shape for penetration, allowing you to slide seamlessly all the way down over the trigger guard, which would not have been possible with the shaping of standard firearms. You let out a helpless yelp as you pressed your hand over your mouth to no use, your eyes rolling back slightly when you felt the muzzle of the gun press against your cervix.
However, Boothill's reaction to realising this was quite the opposite of yours, as his hand rushed to hold your waist as if to still you. “H-hold on…” his voice trembled, eyes widened slightly, searching yours to make sure you were alright. That was the moment he showed the first crack in his composure. He did not plan, nor expect for the object to go inside you so deep. It unsettled him. He had prepared everything for your safety, and something did not go *strictly* according to his meticulous planning of safety standards.
The gun was obviously still physically unable to be loaded or fired. He triple checked it right after he welded it shut with his own hands, and quadruple checked it before getting in bed with you. And yet, to him, it felt like anything he didn't think of and plan ahead for could be a threat to your safety, no matter how small it was. And he could not permit that.
His fingertips gripped your waist with a lot more force than he intended, the tension and strain apparent even in his mechanical body. You inhaled sharply with the feeling of pleasurable, dull pain, secretly hoping they would dot your tender skin with light bruises. The thought of being marked by him by such means was enough to get your walls to tighten around the body of the gun.
But you had to level yourself for a moment, your heart swelling as you heard Boothill softly whisper your name, asking you if you were okay, and if you'd rather stop. You placed your warm hand over his metallic one, feeling it run cold by now. His shoulders dropped only ever-so-slightly with your gentle touch, but he was unmistakably still startled.
So you slowly lifted your other hand to his cheek, stroking his skin oh-so-tenderly as you looked into his dark eyes with a soft smile despite your position. “Everything is okay, I am okay,” you reassured him with the softest coo you could muster while your core ached for more. “Please… continue,” you spoke, your face so close to his that your lips were almost ghosting against his with every word.
Finally, you closed the distance, capturing his lips with fervour, wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug as you began moving up and down the shaft of the gun. Uncertainty flickered in his eyes for only a second, until you breathed a soft sigh of pleasure into his mouth, and in that moment he pulled you closer to himself, his eyelids fluttering shut. Your sultry voice and hypnotic kiss manage to dispel his worries at last, prompting him to slowly remove his finger from the locked trigger to allow the gun to slide inside you all the way to the grip, even taking it upon himself to gently thrust it up and down inside of you so you could rest your hips. All the while, his thumb was still rubbing slow circles onto your clit, drawing out long sighs and muffled moans from you, all of which he swallowed with satisfaction.
“Haa…ah–” you moaned softly through the quiet sounds of your wet lips and tongues against each other as the minutes passed, until you slowly reached for his wrist, stopping his thrusting motion, and slowly pulling away, a thin strand of your mixed saliva still connecting you two for but a moment, before you opened your eyes and looked into his. “Boothill–... the metal… is rough,” you whined softly, your tender lips trembling, pink and swollen from long minutes of passionate kissing.
Boothill did not want to tell you ‘I told you so', especially not when you looked so disheveled already. He reached out his hand to your cheek, and you nuzzled into his palm, surprised by how warm it was. And as he caressed your flushed skin, you were far too busy reveling in the feeling of comfort and safety, that you did not even wince when the man pulled out the gun from inside of you –slowly and carefully enough to not hurt you– and discarded it on the bed beside himself. “Then we should take a break… Catch a breather, rest,” he instructed you gently, but you simply bit the inside of your cheek with a little pout.
You did not cum. He hadn't either. You were far from satisfied. Though you had to admit, it did truly tug at your heartstrings, simply how gentle and willing to allow you to rest he was, after you made the smallest mention of the act being rough on you. Though, you hardly meant you wanted to stop entirely. Let's just say you wanted something… more appropriate for your insides than the revolver. Something like… Boothill's member.
“That's not what I meant, my silly cowboy,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, until his face rested comfortably nestled in the warm side of your neck. “It's just… I think I'd prefer something… more familiar, after all…” you whispered in his ear, one of your hands gently trailing down his hard abdomen –tracing every line of the plates that constructed his defined abs– before coming to a rest at the buckle of his belt.
A visible pink blush adorned his cheeks. “Is… that so?” he asked quietly, placing a few soft kisses to your neck, all the way to right under your ear, finding a little spot that made your entire body shiver as he wrapped his strong arms around you to steady you. He heaved out a sigh. “‘Ya sure about that?...”
“Mhm,” you nodded enthusiastically, your hand finding its way into Boothill's delightfully dishevelled hair, as you massaged his scalp with your fingertips.
The man let out a quiet hum, nuzzling into your plush breast. “Well then… far be it from me to deny ya anythin’ you desire,” he smirked, placing a kiss onto your soft skin. You echoed with a smile of your own, breathing a little sigh at the feeling on his lips on your chest. Meanwhile, he freed his member from his pants, which was now erect as he positioned himself at your entrance.
You felt the soft silicone caress your folds for a couple moments at first, making your shiver. “P-please don't tease me… Put it in,” you breathed out, reaching your hand down to guide it in, only for Boothill to take it and interlace his fingers with yours in a loving gesture, letting out a soft chuckle.
“Impatient much?.. Is that how much ya want me, hm?”
You blushed, your lips trembling. His voice was more guttural than usual, and it made you feel the butterflies in your stomach grow even more restless. It was a sensual, resonant sound that made your head lightly spin. He seemed to be hopelessly oblivious to the power his deep voice had over you, especially in the moments it got slightly coarse like this. You were practically melting in his arms.
He reached his hand out to your face to lovingly stroke your cheek, lifting his chin to look into your sparkly eyes, glossy with desire. “Don'cha worry… I'll give ya what you need, my pretty lady,” he hummed, finally slipping inside of you, drawing a long breath. “Haah… mh, so warm,” he murmured under his breath. His body may have overheated, but it didn't compare to the temperature of your core as your sleek walls enveloped him, welcoming him so effortlessly. He may have been a cyborg, but his body was hardly unsensing iron. In fact, he had feeling all over his body, a little different than yours, translated to his brain through electrical signals, current, and heat. And right now, your heat… it made him feel the unbearable, almost animalistic urge of a hunter to claim its prey, that he had to consciously stifle in order to not completely ruin you, devour you whole.
You smiled and closed your eyes at the pleasant, familiar feeling. No rough edges, no cold, hard metal. Just smooth, firm silicone carefully tailored to fill you up just right… You carefully cupped Boothill's face with your free hand, squeezing his own that you still held, as you leaned in to lock your lips in yet another feverish kiss.
His other hand trailed down your spine, tracing the small of your back, only to come to a rest on your bum. He carefully squeezed your plump flesh, making you whimper as he guided your hips up and down his shaft. Your lips caressed his with fervour, your face burning, and your chest aching with desire. He swallowed hard, a low throaty sound escaping his lips, which you swallowed with delight. Every involuntary sound he made told you you were satisfying him well, and that made your heart flutter.
As you rode him, you felt him grow quite more and more desperate, as you were. His hands now both grasped your hips, seeming to pull you down all the way onto himself delightfully forcefully, in a way that showed you undeniably just how much he craved you. As you swallowed hard and pressed your hand over your mouth to stifle your whimpers as you felt your thighs shaking, you could swear you were not even moving anymore, and he was struggling to thrust his hips up into you himself –even from his sitting position– chasing you, and his high.
You finally gripped his shoulder, your fingers shaking as you held onto the steel tightly to anchor yourself as you neared seeing stars, his soft tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. “B-Boothill–... I– Please…–” you stuttered, your lips quivering. At this point the pleasure and weakness you felt were enough to render you unable to even understand exactly what you were saying or what you were about to ask of him with that barely audible ‘please’.
His hands resting on your thighs tightened slightly over your skin, as he finally realised how unsteady you were, and how much your legs surely must have been burning from the strain of being on top –though the pleasure he provided to you was so overwhelming that it completely overrode any numbness or aching– and decided to relieve you of that burden.
He heaved out a breath and pulled you closer to himself, wrapping his arms around you, hearing you whine and pout softly as he slipped out of you in the process. “Ahh, I know darlin', I know… Hold on a second f’ me, alright?” he hushed you smoothly as he turned around and lay you on your back, finally finding himself on top of you.
You watched him through half-lidded eyes, your core aching for him, as you welcomed him into your arms, urging him to lean down onto you. And as he finally bottomed out all the way inside of you again –making you bite your lip and loll your head back realising that you could now feel his member vibrating rhythmically against your sweet spot– you further entrapped him atop of you by wrapping your legs around his waist. You could almost hear him let out an amused scoff, quite pleased with knowing you were just as desperate for him as he was for you.
And as he began rocking his hips into you, finally, the groaning started. You began to feel yourself slipping, almost losing your mind in those delightful, gruff sounds. “Yes–... just like that. So good, you're so good f’ me… Ah, Aeons…” he slurred his speech the closer he got to his high, his voice raspy as if he was parched, and you could almost swear you heard him mutter a few little curses under his breath – which were of course, still distorted by the synesthesia beacon, but this time you didn't even notice. Not only did it not bother you, but you reveled in the sound of his rough voice, pulling him closer onto you, knowing he was losing composure solely because of how good you made him feel. Seems you truly had as much power over him as he did over you. You were utterly lovesick for each other.
Feeling you get closer to your high, his mind –hazy from chasing his own release, almost drunk on your love– still cared more about you feeling pleasure first; therefore, his hand found its way lower to your clit once more, pressing his thumb against it to skillfully toy with the sensitive bundle of nerves exactly the way he knew would push you over the edge.
And it didn't fail. He simply knew your body too well, and all the ways to make you fold. Your glossy eyes rolled back, and your spine arched as he pulled you up even closer onto himself, reveling in the delightful feeling of you squeezing his waist between your warm, plush thighs. Throughout the seconds you came undone, and your hands uselessly balled into fists against the sheets, desperately trying to anchor yourself, he made sure to draw it out for you, continuing to thrust gently, his tip constantly brushing against your spot, all the while never removing his thumb from your swollen nub.
Only when your body stopped spasming and your desperate, unintelligible moans and utters of his name eased down into shallow, heavy breaths, did he allow himself his own climax. A choked sound escaped his very chest as he felt a rush of electricity and heat surge all over his body, overwhelming his senses as his arms wrapped around you and held you pressed onto himself, holding on so tightly, almost as if the feeling was so utterly consuming that for a moment, he might have felt like he was going to die for a second time…
It lasted only a second, but the way his head spun afterwards as his arm trembled onto the bed against you –desperate to maintain his weight up as to not fall onto you with his heavy metallic frame and hurt you– and the way his eyes were trained on your visage, and yet also at the same time almost somewhat absent, as if his thoughts were still clouded by the lingering pleasure, and his conscious brain could not fully register reality clearly just yet… it made your chest feel so warm. Your heart jumped with joy and love. You did this to him; you caused him so much pleasure that he was now barely holding himself up, utterly undone atop of you.
You couldn't take it anymore. And just as he was about to finally catch his breath, you pulled him all the way onto yourself. He panicked as his hand slipped, causing his full body's weight to lean upon you, sinking you further into the foam mattress and forcing you to let out a soft, involuntary ‘uff’ sound, as he uselessly scrambled to regain his hold and hoist his torso up to take the weight off of you, wreathing around in your warm embrace as you kept his head firmly in place between your warm breasts.
“N-no, wait- wait, I'll hurt you– the metal– it's too heavy–” he stuttered, calling out your name in a panic, trying to get you to release him so he could relieve you of the pressure, until you began shushing him gently, causing him to finally slow down and stop thrashing around in your arms.
“Shh, shh… Boothill…” you hummed gently, massaging his scalp with your fingertips. And just like a sweet little puppy receiving head pats from his beloved owner –his whole world– it immediately calmed him down, causing him to rest his head onto you almost subconsciously. “You're always worried about that… I promise you're not hurting me. I'm not as fragile as you think,” you chuckled. The delightful sound of your soft little laugh was like honey to him. “Your weight against me… feels comfortable, and safe,” you reassured him. “Shielding,” you clarified with a reverent whisper. And in his half-dazed state, beginning to feel more and more sleepy –both due to the intensity of his orgasm, and the way you seemed to intentionally lull him to sleep– he nodded quietly as his eyelids finally fluttered shut.
Yes. That was everything he ever wanted. To shield you, from everything that was evil and unholy in this cruel world. To protect you, even at the expense of his body and very life. These were his last thoughts as the last of his processing power slowly turned off, and he drifted off to sleep in your arms, finally sinking fully onto you, and you onto the cushy mattress, happily, comfortably weighted down by his still warm body. You've always wished to hold him like this, having him lay so peacefully and vulnerably onto your chest… Just like this, where he belonged.
Humming sweet, loving little words in barely-audible whispers, your warm breath ghosting his ear, you listened to the low sound of a quietly rumbling engine and the clockwork of mechanical parts within his chest cavity. And to you, that was the truest, most comforting and loving heartbeat you have ever heard.
