Yan!Wire and Killer seem like the two most likely to give their captive sweetheart an aphrodisiac with Wire mostly enjoying the initial struggle of them trying to fight it before they eventually break with Killer making them specifically beg to help them if they want any relief
TW: drugging
oh totally, both of them see absolutely no problems with using aphrodisiacs if gets them whatever they want and when they want it. it gives both of them the control they desperately crave all whilst they get to torture their poor sweetheart as much as they want.
Yan! Killer would crush it into the darling’s food right in front of them, then get a kick out of watching them eat it. he’ll sit and watch as they get begin to struggle to sit still and keep in any. then he’ll put up their plate and make sure to accidentally brush against them, asking if everything is alright when they quietly whimper over the interaction. he'll just sit there and continue eating his meal whilst the poor sweetheart is just panting, squeezing their legs tightly together and struggling to sit up right. Killer will just act as if they're not there and simply nod his head when they call out for him. he won't verbally or physically acknowledge the situation, just sit there eating and acting like this is the biggest waste of his time until they ask again. and then ask again. it's not until they're in tears and begging him to help that he's actually responding, asking why he should even bother since it's a waste of his time. Killer's not that much of a monster of course, he wouldn't leave them like this for longer than what he sees as being necessary but they need to remember their manners and beg him properly, telling him what he wants to hear in graphic details.
Yan! Wire would forcefully open the darling’s mouth and push it down their throat, forcing them to swallow it. he'll just stand over them just grinning whilst they start to dry-heave and cough, desperate to get the aphrodisiac out of their throat. Wire would make some smug comment about what he's just done and wish them luck trying to resist the effects. he would also definitely make a game out of how long they can struggle through the effects, promising them he'll give whatever they need and he'll be gentle with them (he's totally lying) if only they hold out just a little bit longer. all while there's a stop watch in his hand and he's using graphic, sexual language to rile them up further. then when they eventually crack, Wire will talk about how disappointed he is in them for not lasting longer. all while acting like their whines and desperate attempts to avoid giving him what he wants haven't made his shorts so incredibly tight. it's a shame they gave in so fast because they really haven't earned release yet but they're lucky Wire is so understanding. he'll offer his sweetheart the most embarrassing ways to get off, like humping his foot and talk about he's being so nice letting them earn what they want.
A/N: Sorry I've been away so long, things are getting scary where I live.
This is Wire's part in the Devil Town series, other parts with Heat, Kidd, and Killer will be released once a week. If you'd like to be tagged in certain endings as I release them or tagged in anything at all, feel free to lmk in the comments or my dms :3
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Story info-
Ship- Wire x Fem!Reader
Warnings- dealing with loss, depression, insecurities, eating disorders (if you squint), consensual noncon (if you squint), cervix fucking, belly bulge, creampie, unrealistic depections of sex, violence, gore, reader is missing a leg, death, drinking, cussing, pre-timeskip, (did i miss anything?)
Synopsis-
You've returned to a healing Kutsukku to celebrate the birthday of your deceased childhood love, Doruyanaika. However, things don't go as planned when you run into old friends and unrequented crushes. Wire, in particular, seems to show up right when you need him.
Masterlist
Devil Town - Wire's Route
(Contains Smut, a lot of it)
At the height Wire holds you, you might as well be flying. One of his hands nearly big enough to wrap around your thigh.
"Your friend's grave, right?" His baritone voice is quiet beneath the wind whipping up the hillside. "Yeah," you reply in a breathless nod, still winded from your gopher-hole throttling. He nods wordlessly, deep brown eyes twinkling in the faint moonlight.
A part of you felt embarrassed, you'd always hated being doted on. Kidd had done plenty after you lost both your leg and Dory, he'd remained so far up your ass you swore if you sneezed you'd clench around him. It took a lot of re-established boundaries for him to finally step back, though he denied ever being so clingy. It wasn't long after that you'd met Wire- the tall, gothically elegant pirate currently rushing you to your departed love's grave.
~ Your leg ached, the nub elevated by lavish pillows surrounded by ice - a martyr on display to assist in swaying the two tall men to Kidd's side. Dory would have been a better face for change. However, her body was nothing more than ashes combined with ink in the skin of your chest - the only other mark of her once existence being a stone on Kutsukku. Your stump would have to suffice.
You'd become bitter in her departure, but kept your cool most of the time.
The taller man regarded you with little interest. The other one, his skin pink around stitches stretching the corners of his mouth and cheeks, looked as if he might cry from the sight of you.
You sighed in annoyance, the taller man - Wire, you'd learned - continued to verbally rile Kidd. Killer was out negotiating with smaller gangs, leaving you to hold the redhead's metaphorical leash. Another round of exchanged words had Kidd slamming his hands on the table, voice getting louder with every syllable.
You'd had enough.
You rose from your seat, snatching your crutches so loudly both men went silent.
"Where tha' hell are you goin'?" Kidd snarled, more nervous to be in your absence than anything else.
"To find real rebels, people who want to change this fuck-hole - Not an antagonistic skeleton and his sidekick, the crying ghoul." You'd probably ruined any chance of negotiation with those words alone, at least you thought you had.
Deep chuckles resonated from Wire, his ghoulish friend choked down his own laughter.
"I like your fire, Stumpy. You sure are funny for only a fifth of a woman."
"You're pretty cocky for an overgrown twig."
The exchanges ended in Wire and his friend shaking hands with both you and Kidd, alliance formed.
It wasn't until later that night that you'd laid in bed, embarrassed by your loose tongue and bad attitude. You'd grown into a Kidd who cursed less.~
Wire settled you on the bench at the top of the hill just as the clock struck midnight. Prickles of unshed tears burned your eyes, but never fell.
"Happy birthday, Dory." You whispered, pulling a broken candle from your pocket and lighting it. Wire held out his hand, helping you hop until you stood where you wanted, flickering candle dripping wax down your hand. Even after you'd caught your balance, his warm arm stayed wound around your waist.
Silence ticked by, the moon-lit night slowly engulfed in storm clouds.
Lightning suddenly sparkled across the sky and thunder shook the earth, but you still didn't move. You stood vigil, balancing your weight against Wire every now and again.
The first drop of rain smothered your stump of a candle with a hiss, officially ending your yearly ritual.
"Same time as every year," you mumbled. She had always waited about ten minutes or so, saying she wanted to soak in the new age - until the candle was almost gone.
Rain turned to downpour, making you scramble to cover your camera and photos. Wire was right next to you, tucking things into his pockets to keep them dry. Another round of lightning lit up the sky, illuminating Dory's grave and the bench where you'd set your things. Luck, or the spirit of love, you didn't know; but you were glad for the brief light allowing you to ensure you'd gathered all of your belongings.
Heavy leather shielded you from the rain, held up by Wire's other long arm. "Climb on my back! We're going to the ship!" He bellowed through pouring rain and roaring thunder. Silk pressed against your wet skin as he turned his back to you while simultaneously dropping his cloak over the top of you. Catching on, you waited until the tension on the ties keeping the material secured to him loosened. Once loose enough, you climbed on his back, holding the cloak up a bit to keep the both of you dry.
His scent surrounded you, cacooning you in amber, cedar, metal, and faint hints of weed. You reveled in the way his wisps of hair tickled your face, keeping you grounded while grief gradually left your system. The trek back to the ship was becoming unnoticeable, your attention captured by Wire's natural allure.
The fantasies faded as you got a better grasp on yourself. You didn't want to spiral as you had in the past, finding a quick fling to fuck away years of pent-up agony. Wire is your friend. He'd met you at your worst and helped to pick up the pieces.
~ You sat with your back against the wall of the bar, a meek alley cat slowly approaching you with each piece of chicken you tossed its way.
The entirety of the allied gangs, now declared a pirate crew, danced and sang inside the building. You wanted to celebrate. You'd gutted the man who killed Dory, so you should have. It just didn't feel right. The emptiness you'd felt since you had laid her to rest on the pyre didn't shift in the slightest. Kidd had told you over and over that it would take time, but he was making progress - you were stuck in limbo.
The sounds from inside the bar unmuffled for a moment, the bell above its door rang as someone opened it, then shut it again. You paid no mind until a lanky figure flopped itself next to you.
Wire said nothing, stealing a piece of chicken from you to try and goad the cat closer.
"You not a fan of bars?" You asked, trying to lead the cat to you before he could. He didn't answer at first, eyes trailing lazily from the cat to you.
"...Nauseous.." He turned to look at you fully.
"How long do you feel empty... before the healing part starts?" He asked, leaning his head against the wall.
"Kidd and Killer keep saying it takes time... but, personally, I don't know." You hesitate for a moment, but curiosity gets the better of you. "What took your heart?"
" ... I had to cut down my own father back there... it felt good, knowing the things he'd done to my mother... but now it feels horrible, knowing she wouldn't have wanted things to end this way... and the nausea... it still hasn't left." His reply was unexpected, as was his answer. "You?"
"I killed the man who took my girlfriend from me... and, like you said, it felt great in the moment... but, now..."
"Is that why your prosthesis was all bloody?" He sounded as if he was trying not to laugh, shifting the mood to something both comfortable and light.
"Yeah... I had a gun, but it felt better to just... hit him with it." A smile ghosted at your lips, the absurdity of beating a man with your metal leg sparking bits of humor into you.
"Should have let me barrow it. I feel like my trident pales in comparison to a leg." He chucked, flashing you a triumphant grin as the cat butted his hand.
"I guess I could in the future - for a small fee, of course." You reached forward, giving the cat a few pats on its head.
It was the first time you had ever talked to Wire one on one, outside the scope of the occasional insult.
"I have pocket lint and a septum ring," he jested.
"Close enough," you shrugged, smile matching his. ~
That had been the start of your friendship. Wire hadn't once looked at you with pity or guilt, and the same went for you. Over the years you'd helped each other through your own respective obstacles, a mutual understanding bridging the gap between you.
The sound Wire's shoes made against the wet cobblestone shifted into claps against the docks wood.
"Hopefully, the rest of the crew is drunk or asleep. You're quite the celebrity among them, you know?" He teases over the sound of rain. "Of course. I'm the only member to 'leave Captain Kidd's crew and survive,'" you snort. The irony of the whole situation was anyone could leave, Kidd might give them a scar or two, but he wouldn't kill them. Be it pride, or genuine empathy, he simply didn't care to.
Wire passed through a few doors, the ship mostly quiet aside from the storm. You look at him quizzically, remembering the ships layout well enough to know you aren't going to Kidd's quarters.
"Its much bigger than when I was a member, but I'm sure Kidd's cabin was that building up those stairs, no?" You speak in a whisper, Wire's sopping cloak weighing down your shoulders.
"I forget you two were so close. Yes, that was his cabin out there. I thought you would want a bath first." He hums softly, keeping his ears open for any prying crew mates.
"Oh, you all have baths now?" That is definitely new. The last time you'd set foot on the ship, it had crew quarters, Captain's quarters, a kitchen, and arsenal storage. "Kidd all but demanded we build one- more he build one- but- well- you know how he is.. regardless, it's less stopping, less illness, less shit smell." Wire shrugs, the motion bouncing you a little.
"That's good. I'm glad he's not as pungent as when we were children." You chuckle, melting more against Wire's frame as your defenses begin crumbling. It had been a long while since you felt at home. No fear of looking over your shoulder, or deducing every glance sent your way; just the aroma of metal, leather, gunpowder, pine, and the occasional funk from laundry filled baskets. Just the warmth of Wire, and the calm he brought with him.
He pushes open another door, this one decorated with opaque stained glass, probably stolen from a church of some sort. Inside, the room is steamy despite the open windows lining the opposite wall. A large bath stretches from one end of the wall to the other, a dragon-headed spout peaking from between the windows. Kidd sure did have a flair for the punk and gothic, that was certain.
Large hands gently stabilize you as you climb off of Wire's back.
"Damn, I leave for three years and you all go crazy with the architecture." You jest, stripping out of your soaked clothes. Bathing with your friends wasn't uncommon. Afterall, once Dory passed you needed help to get to a bath, nevertheless someone to stand guard. Wire himself had helped you a majority of the time after you'd met. You weren't sure why. The two of you just 'clicked' after that night in the alley.
You oogle Wire's back muscles as he strips himself of his shirt, no longer the sickly-thin man you'd once known. It makes you happy knowing he is much more comfortable in his own skin - that he no longer fears the things that nourish him.
Once you'd both fully undressed, Wire guides you to a stool underneath a showerhead near the tub, his hands clammy and warm against your bare waist. "As much as I'd love to dive right into that water right now, we should probably scrub off first." He mumbles, thumb swirling gentle circles into your torso. The smidge of affection made delightful gooseflesh prickle your skin, warmth flooding the apples of your cheeks and tingling in your core.
You definitely need to get laid after your leg gets fixed. Having to remind your body that your friends are off limits grows ever the bigger pain in your ass; especially when the one you want the most stands in front of you, suds carving a trail down his nude body. You watch iridescent foam slide from his jaw, down his muscled chest, and into the trail of hair starting a few inches above his navel. You stop your eyes there, no matter how much the heat in your stomach begs you to see if his curtains match the drapes.
"Why did you leave... All those years ago?" Wire asks, aiming the showerhead closer to you without rinsing off your own suds. You sigh, not in irritance, but in remorse. The decision you'd made back then was an incredibly stupid one led by your self-loathing.
"I felt like I was burdening the lot of you.... You remember when we would hit up the taverns almost every night on a new island?" You rest your soap covered scrubbie on your lap, watching the suds slowly pop.
"Of course. After you left, it wasn't all that fun anymore."
Butterflies twirl in your stomach once more, Wire's almost-confession catching you off guard. "You would stick to me like a fly on fruit, never straying too far because you were scared someone would take me... Even when pretty women and men would throw themselves in your lap you'd turn them down... You lost so many opportunities to absorb the lusts and glory of the pirate life because you were worried about me.." The truth stung. Your relationship with Wire one of a ball and chain back then.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I didn't care for it... Some were drooling over the fantasy of bedding me. Others thought I must be some kind of rich pimp. Every now and again there would be one who'd try to play into slave-master bdsm with me - without asking if I was into it... only being taken at face value... I.. They may as well have spit on me," he sounded almost offended. "I would have much preferred to help drunk you harass Kidd any day." Wire scoffs as he steadies you under the shower's stream. His hands slid from your upper arms to your hands, his fingers entangling with yours.
"I missed you- we all did... You were never a burden." He chokes out, emotion rolling over him.
When he'd met you, he was at his wits end. Life had felt monotonous, going about every day doing the same things: eating, fighting, fucking, sleeping, repeat. He'd stopped doing the first, it seemed like a waste of resources when he felt he hadn't contributed a damn thing to those who really needed it. Then, there was you.
The day you left, he thought he'd never seen you again. It was as if someone had ripped his heart from his chest.
~ Wire stared at the sack thrown over your shoulder, the sound of Kidd's beratement deaf in his ears.
You were leaving.
The gash beading crimson down your cheek mixed with your tears, turning salty and pink as it dripped onto the deck. Killer had Kidd around his waist, Wire holding the raging redhead in a headlock, while Heat wished you farewell.
"I want to bring those who kill without reason to justice. I can't do that if I'm a Kidd Pirate. I'd be a hypocrite by rumor."
You'd said, just moments before Kidd swung. He cursed your name into the morning air, belittling you for leaving on the basis of something as foolish as rumors. Though, he knew just as well as the rest of the crew, you were lying. Wire could see it in the scrunch of his forehead, in the tears beading at the corners of his kohl lined eyes. Somewhere, somehow, you'd begun to separate yourself like a limping wolf within a pack.
But you were not an animal, and neither was the crew.
Wire couldn't speak, his throat burning as he watched you walk the gangplank. By the time you'd passed the marina, tears had begun to fall down his cheeks. Kidd had stopped struggling then, glancing between his tallest friend and his first love's love.
You were not some limping animal, but it was too late to convince you otherwise. ~
Steam rose between the two of you, the air tense with awkwardness brought on by partial confessions.
"I'm sorry... It was selfish of me to leave the way I did. Especially when..." You swallow hard, tracing the scarred flesh tapering your leg.
"I never told you how I felt.... Nobody did. It's not a common Kidd Pirate thing to do," he shrugs.
You nodded, lips twitching up in a smile. "Do you think he'd let me come back?"
Your words hadn't fully left your mouth, cut off by Wire pulling you down on the floor, into his lap, arms crushing you against his chest. He said nothing, not trusting his voice as tears well behind his eyes.
"Wire- we're naked- and I can't- breathe," you wheeze. He held you still, inhailing against your damp skin. His breath tickles your neck, causing you to jump against him. Wire chokes back a moan, your bare lower lips sliding against his half-hard length.
"Ah! Sorry-sorry!" You try to move away, but he keeps you still. His warmth leaves your neck as he pulls back to look you in the eyes. No words are spoken as his hands find themselves on either side of your jaw, one of his thumbs grazing over your lower lip. Eyes like the night sky absorb your image to his memory.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks, thumb trailing over your lip again.
"I - Yes - Yeah," you stumble out. Wire's soft lips meet yours, one of his hands sliding back to tangle in your hair. He parts from you for a moment, only to dive back in harder, his tongue prying your lips apart with ease - though he meets little resistance to begin with. Goosebumps create a path across your skin in the wake of Wire's hands, warmth discoloring your cheeks and pooling in your core. Simultaneously, his tongue slides across yours, pinning it down and reaching further into your mouth, stopping just shy of your throat.
You melt at the perfect balance of confidence and consideration as he becomes bolder with his hands, fingers brushing the line of folded flesh along the underside of your breasts. The pads of his fingers move upwards, caressing your chest in a loose cage before cupping it fully. Thumbs brushing over your nipples, already plush and pointed from arousal. A gasped moan makes its way from your throat, Wire swallowing it as he repeats his movements, spurring your hips into a shy grind. One of his hands shifts lower, clasping one of your ass cheeks in his large palm, fingers so long they dip between your folds, sitting at the edge of your dripping hole.
Wire pulls you closer, pressing your chests together as well as your cunt and his cock. You yelp in surprise, his tongue jabbing the back of your throat as you do. Several strings of saliva glitter between his lips and yours as he pulls away, just as disheveled as you. Using the grip on your lower half, he grinds your pussy on his length. A deep, wanton moan leaves his lips, feeling the warm slick your cunt decorate his shaft with each pass of your hips.
Wire's cock feels impossibly big pressing against you. You try to slide down, wanting to feel its weight on your tongue. He stops you, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss while his fingers caress your cunt.
"Ride my face," Wire pants, already dragging you to stand. Even with him kneeling and you standing, he is much too tall. You aren't able to mount his lips and have your foot on the floor.
Wire groans in frustration, laying back on the floor and patting his chest. You stood still for a moment, skin hot with hormones and steam. "Please. I need to taste you," he begs with blown pupils and flushed cheeks. He looks gorgeous - splayed, disheveled, begging - you could feel your slick begining to trickle between your thighs. You obey him, but face his cock as you lower your cunt onto his face.
In this position you can't reach his throbbing length with your mouth like you so desperately crave, opting to wrap your hands around it instead. Wire buries his tongue in your cunt, his thumb coming up to softly glide across your clit. He groans as your hand slides up and down his length, his other hand keeping your pelvis glued to his face. Whimpers leave your mouth as he licks your inner walls, alternating with sucking your clit every now and again.
Once he knows you aren't moving away, Wire plunges his fingers into your cunt, reveling in the cries of pleasure you emit with each press and pull of his knuckles in your pussy.
"Wire - Fuck! Wire.. mnff - please!" You beg, hips rocking in tandem with his fingers.
"Let me stretch you out some more, beautiful." He replies, his words sending vibrations up your clit.
Fire roars in your veins, singeing the tightly wound coil in your belly. You could feel it burning through the middle, your muscles tightening in preparation for the incoming orgasm. Another of Wire's fingers plunges into your sopping cunt, his mouth never stopping its ministrations on your clit.
"Hah! Wire! I'm - Oh fuck! I'm close!" You yelp, griping his cock slightly harder. A low moan reverberates through his chest, the sound alone pushing you closer to your edge. Wire uses his free hand to grip your hip tighter, quickening his pace with his other.
"You're so tight, cutie," he sighs against your clit," Gonna cum for me?" A squeal unintentionally pushing from your throat as he punctuates his words with rough thrusts of his fingers. You felt yourself teetering on the edge, thighs trembling against his cheeks.
Wire removes his fingers, a smug grin painting his face as you whine in frustration.
"Think you're ready?" He hums, dragging you so you sat with your back to his chest.
"I think if you don't fuck me now I'm going to dive out the window," you pant, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Sultry chuckles leave him, his hands sliding up your ribs to softly cup your chest. "You think I'd let you," he challenges, the pads of his fingers drawing slow, teasing patterns into your nipples.
"You think you could stop me?" You twitch forward in jest.
Wire lifts you by the hips, prodding the head of his cock into your hole, "Would this be enough to?"
Slowly, you sink onto him, using his grip on your hips for balance. Shuddering moans mingle in the steamy air, your knee barely reaching the floor from your position - spread open on his lap. Wire squeezes his eyes shut, the warm, wet velvet of your pussy like heaven for his senses and hell for his patience.
Inch by inch, you engulf his throbbing cock. You're stretched out both wider and deeper than you've ever been. The damp skin of your hands meets Wire's as you entangle your fingers, rocking your hips slowly.
"Are you okay? Hurting?" He asks breathlessly.
"Hah - N-never been better... mm-fuck - why?" You reply, meeting his gaze above your head. He answers you with a gentle press of his hand over your lower abdomen, making you yelp at how tight and full you feel. Your gaze drifts down, seeing the soft protrusion his large cock has made in your abdomen.
"You've just barely taken - nngh - half of me and - fucking hell, gorgeous," he's cut off by his own moan, far too physically distracted by your clenching walls and quickening pace.
"I must be on the sensitive half," you tease between whispered pants of curses.
Wire goes quiet, his once gentle hands digging into your flesh as he suddenly pushes himself deeper into you. A squeal leaves your lips as you feel his hot tip prod at the entrance of your cervix. You're given no room to squirm, squeals of protest and delight leaving your swollen lips as he lifts and drops you - a human fleshlight at the mercy of his strength and size.
Coherence has left you, babbles of 'Wire' and whimpers of 'more' being the only real words to leave you in your haze of lust.
"More? You want me inside that tight womb of yours, cutie?" He asks teasingly, punctuating his words with deeper thrusts. You nod rapidly, begging for every inch of his length despite already feeling impossibly full.
"Put...pu.. Put-t it all in me, Wir-r-re! Plea- Yes!" You scream, feeling a pleasurably painful 'pop' as the head of his cock makes its way into your cervix.
Now, you can feel him everywhere; your ass firmly pressed to his pelvis, one of his arms wrapped around you, keeping you steady against his thrusts while simultaneously pressing into the outline of his cock; his other hand rubs circles into your clit.
You feel as if you've crossed over, arousal so hot it borders pain. Crescents form in Wire's arms under the pressure of your fingernails, trying to ground yourself despite the over-pleasured trembling in your arms and legs. Cries of his name roll off your tongue, the crescendo of your orgasm just on the horizon.
"Shit! Augh! I'm - mmnn - I'm close! Gonna cum wi- with me, pretty thin-ng?" Wire groans, angling his arm between your breasts and gripping your chin with his large fingers. Sharp cries of 'yes' rip from your throat, head bobbing frantically.
"Ha-ah! Look me in the eyes," he moans lowly, fingers gripping your chin tighter. Your watery pupils meet his, and the coil in your abdomen snaps. You sing Wire's name into the air of the bathroom, breaking up the single syllable with cries and moans. Liquid gushes from your cunt, drenching his thighs and cock.
Wire's tongue plunges into your mouth, devouring your moans while feeding you his. Molten hot spurts of cum fill your womb, distending it, unable to leak out due to the thick phallus plugging your hole.
Tears roll down your cheeks, orgasm seemingly having no end with every swirl of Wire's fingers over your clit and each pump of cum in your cunt.
"I've got you," he sighs, finally letting you breath from his kiss and stilling his movements over your sensitive nub.
You lay against him, sweat velcroing your back to his chest, tremors rolling through your aching muscles. Yet, you feel you're on cloud nine - sharing an afterglow with Wire, the most intoxicating ambrosia.
Once relaxion has claimed your jittering limbs, and Wire's cock has softened enough, he gently pulls out. The raw soreness left in his wake makes you whine, twitching a bit in discomfort.
He groans at the sight of you, hunched over, hips tilted just enough to see his cum glisten in the light as it trickles from your swollen cunt.
Wire pulls you back to resting on his chest again. "Don't flash me like that, pretty. It's gonna take a lot more of this for you to handle more than one round." He cradles you sideways, pressing your cheek to his chest and kissing the top of your head.
"We're gonna have to shower again," you huff.
The vibrations of Wire's chuckle roll beneath your cheek. "I'll clean up my mess. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Just relax."
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Wire's shirt fits you like a dress, your shoulder nearly poking through the neckline. It's the last thing on your mind, though, as you lay tucked into his side, beneath his sheets. Soreness has already claimed its place between your thighs, but you couldn't care less. Despite the exhaustion pulling at your limbs, you're giddy, butterflies swarming your sore stomach.
"I'm sorry," Wire hums in a whisper, "I didn't mean to confess so...-"
"-Strongly? Erotically?" You giggle, keeping your voice low to not wake Heat; who's sleeping off a cross-fade on the opposite side of the room.
"Yeah, something like that." Wire kisses your nose, then your lips. When he pulls away, you can see the adoration gleaming in his chocolate eyes, illuminated by dawning sky outside. You yawn, the smell of Wire's sheets combined with that of his freshly bathed skin lulling you to sleep.
"Get some rest," he kisses your lips, then nose, then the top of your head. "We'll talk to Kidd in the afternoon. I'm sure he'll be just as excited as the rest of the crew."
"I hope so."
As morning drapes itself over Kutsukku, you drift to sleep.
This island held your first love, and now you'd leave it with your last.
Hello! 👉🏻👈🏻 could you write some more nsfw Wire hcs? 🥵I just love that kinky fishnet man so much it’s not even funny
it would be my honour to write some more. i might have gotten a little carried away with this one though...
possible TW: mention of weapons in the bedroom + sadistic/humiliation related kinks
Will hesitate before he does anything so he can confirm you're feeling okay with continuing on
He makes sure you have safeword system and a system of hand signals so he knows if you need to take a break/stop
Takes consent very seriously and would probably cry if he found out you've ever felt you had to have sex with him
Overstimulates you before he even fucks you because he needs to get you ready for how big his dick is
The type to grip your chin when you makeout and not let you turn your head away from him
Massively into bondage, mainly for you but he doesn't mind being tied up if you want him to be
If you tie him up you'll need to gag him because otherwise he won't stop telling you how weak the restraints are
Goes red in the face and drools a lot when he's gagged
Wants to be degraded but will immediately degrade you afterwards
If he's in a sappy or emotional mood he'll start slipping in praise into his degrading until he's calling you his "pretty girlfriend" and praising you for being so perfect for him
Probably into food play
Super awkward when he tries to make love to you but he's trying his hardest to show you he cares
Puts his cigarettes out on you and wants you to do it to him
Wants to have a threesome with Heat
Like really really badly
The type to spit on your chest and then lick it up
Weapon kink
He wants to hold his pitchfork or a knife against your neck whilst he fucks you
Massive size kink
Likes when you 'fight back' against him in the bedroom so he has to put you in your place
If you try to choke him with one hand, he'll grab your other hand and force you to wrap it around his neck as well
Grunts when he's close to to orgasming and grips your hips a little tighter
Fights for dominance with you
Pretends to be uninterested and not care when you suck his dick
In reality he's chanting "don't cum don't cum don't cum" in his head
If he walks in on you touching yourself, it's over for you
He'll make you keep touching yourself whilst he watches by the doorway
Insists you make out with him after you've sucked his dick because it "adds flavour"
If he's not feeling 'interested' in having sex with you, he'd tell you to get off on his shoe
Has the most experience out of anyone in the crew and knows how to deal with any possible situation that might happen
The best at dealing with a situation where you say your safe word or enter subspace
Sometimes goes non-verbal in the bedroom but lets out the most attractive sounds out as a result
Would cum in his pants if you wore his shorts or fishnet stockings around him
Insists you hold eye contact with him whilst he gives you head
Forehead kisses and so much praise when it's time for aftercare
Kisses you all over your body and tells you how much he loves you
Runs you a bubblebath full of bubbles and fancy bath salts afterwards
Massages your limbs after bondage and helps you stretch to get any knots out
i'm still not over his giraffe size, how is he over a foot taller than Kid (who is 6'9 ??)
Has back problems from constantly having to bend down to talk to the crew
Also has knee problems from having to squat down to avoid Kid feeling insecure about his height
Will happily bend down to kiss you though, but he complains about how much it hurts
Would ask you to buy a step ladder for when you kiss him
Considers Heat to be his biological brother
They steal each other's clothes all the time
Likes sitcoms
Mildly addicted to gossip
His gossip buddies are Heat and you
The gossip sessions are held in the skull of the Victoria Punk and involve his famous hot chocolate
He has yet to tell anyone (but you) the secret recipe to the hot chocolate and plans to take it to his grave
About 75% of his wardrobe is sheer or fishnets
Is super clumsy
Wears his fishnet stockings to hide the bruises he gets from falling all the time
Killer had to cut his cape to be shorter so he would stop tripping on it
Trained as a bartender before he joined the crew
Named his trident "The Fork"
Likes rock music, specifically British rock
Probably English, Dutch or Welsh
His drink of choice is straight vodka
Asks you out by buying you a small bouquet of red and white roses
A black belt in karate and trains anyone who asks to learn
Leans on you all the time
He and Heat have probably serenaded you with a very out of tune rock song that has a very unromantic meaning
Very bad at poker
Does not fit on your shared bed and has to curl up around you
Voted the most freaky member of the crew by around 28 members of the crew
Good luck because he's into everything
You want to him to sub for you? He will. You want to be tied up in rope? He already has the rope in his drawers ready.
Will try the most bizarre sex positions with you, but prefers anything where he can see your arse
King of consent though, will check on you every step of the way and regularly ask if you need to stop or take a break
The type to make you sit next to him at bars and wrap his arm over your shoulders, will then choke or make out with you in front of people who stare at you too long
Will just slap your arse and spit in your mouth super casually whilst he's in the middle of a conversation with the crew
If you wore leather lingerie (specifically black or orange) he would loose his mind and it would not make it through the night
Massively turned on by the height difference you both inevitably have
Has a lot of stamina and will keep going until you're overstimulated and drooling underneath him
Enjoys giving and receiving pain, if he hits you (consensually of course) he'll let you hit him back as many times as you want
