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This is what I imagine running from Wire would look like

Victoria Punk Breeding Farm

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

Happy birthday Eustass Kid <3

You're a cow hybrid who's been sold to Victoria Punk Breeding Farm due to bad behavior. Things don't improve from there. Hybrid Bull AU, NON CON, DARK

Reader x Kid, Killer, Heat & Wire

Next part to come for Killer's bday (2/2)

Thank you to -

@don-mellow who's Patreon art of Bullstass had me salivating. To be clear, their picture is NOT non-con, I'm just degenerate. I can't show you all as it's on Patreon but I *highly* recommend it.

@lockes-woods for letting me borrow their rainbow colored dildo system. It's convenient!

@quinloki for beta-ing this and keeping me hyped.

Notes:

Uh. It's what's on the container. It's dark, mind the tags. Bantengs are real! So cute, take a look.

“You’re gonna be sorry that you acted up now, you stupid bitch,” the Sebas said over his shoulder from the front driver’s seat of the van. You didn’t say anything back - you couldn’t, your previous owners had put a muzzle over your mouth before sending you off. They’d done more than that too, giving you a few final shocks on your collar and several kicks before stripping you naked and tying you up. Your wrists were tied together, looped into your collar preventing you from straightening out your arms. Your ankles and thighs were also bound tightly together as you laid on the floor of the truck cargo bed. Your previous owners said they had enough of your defiance and were selling you to the place where hybrid heifers went to be broken: Victoria Punk Breeding Farm. 

You weren’t that worried, this would be the third farm that bought you. You’d been taken from your village for breeding and had given everyone hell ever since. You didn’t want to be bred by any huge bull, you kept trying to escape to get back home. You did anything and everything in your power to make life difficult for your captors and it had gotten you sold off twice. Maybe one more time and they’d give up on you and let you free.

You were a rarer kind of cow hybrid than most heifers found on breeding farms. Your tribe were wild banteng hybrids, not the domesticated kind of cattle most people were familiar with. You had little horns on the top of your head and an orangish hue common in your species. Herds and humans had been raiding your area’s villages for years, looking for more genetic diversity in the form of heifers and cows. You were out grazing in the summer sun and were caught by poachers, sold at a cattle auction and later farm to farm. And now, you were here.

You saw a large, hand painted sign that said the name of the farm in bold yellow letters along with a skull and crossbones. What kind of podunk, backwards ass place was this? As the truck turned off the paved road you were jostled harshly as the truck hit potholes in the dirt road. You hit your side right where you had a massive bruise and it made you groan from the pain.

“That’s nothin’ compared to what you’ll be gettin’ there. I’ve heard stories about this place. They’re gonna tear you up, put a calf in you, and keep goin’ until there’s nothin’ left. Good for something like you,” he sneered. Sebas stopped the van in front of a barn and turned the key, shutting off the vehicle. He turned to face you holding a small remote in his hand.

“One more, for old time’s sake,” Sebas said with an evil grin, pressing down on the button. You tried to brace for the pain but nothing could ever prepare you for what you knew was coming. Electricity coursed through your body, making all your muscles tense with the pain. The burning was excruciating on your neck where the metal had worn through the first few layers of your skin and you keened your pain with a high register. The shock was only supposed to last a few seconds but he hit it repeatedly, making you whine against the muzzle like the animal they told you that you were. Finally he had enough fun and put the remote back in his pocket, exiting the vehicle.

You heard Sebas greet someone but they didn’t respond, only grunted. It was said that the bulls at the Victoria Punk Breeding Farm had revolted and killed their owners, taking over the farm and running it themselves. But that was probably just something the heifers whispered to one another in the dead of the night, not something that actually happened. The doors to the cargo portion of the van opened, blinding you with the bright afternoon sunlight.

“Here she is. All yours,” Sebas said, motioning to you. There were two massive bulls in front of the doors, looking down at you like you were a piece of meat. They were both immense, their muscles rippling under their clothes. The taller of the two had bright red hair and a matching shade of lipstick. One of his horns had been broken off a few inches above his head, giving him a rough appearance. He was missing his left arm but had made some kind of metal contraption that functioned as one. The other wore a blue and white mask over a huge mane of blonde hair and large horns protruding from his head. Both were much larger and bulkier than the bulls you’d interacted with on the other farms and you could see the impressions of their huge cocks and even larger balls straining against their pants. Still, you weren’t going to let yourself be intimidated. 

You were still tied up and unable to right yourself from when you’d fallen over in the van. You watched with disdain as Sebas entered the cargo bay and grabbed your arm to drag you over. You didn’t have any ability to resist after the shocks ravaged your body but you still glared at him as he pulled you by your arm towards the door.

“Get out,” the blue masked bull demanded in an even voice. Sebas dropped your arm and got out of the van while grumbling about bulls under his breath. The masked bull picked you up under your back and legs, carrying you out of the van with ease. You struggled weakly now, trying to get away. The bull didn’t even look at you before pinching your nipple hard with his large fingers. You made a yelping noise from behind your muzzle more from surprise than actual pain. 

“Stop that,” he said in the same calm but authoritative tone as he used on Sebas. You narrowed your eyes at him but stopped moving. You’d save your strength for when you weren’t bound like a birthday present. The masked bull heaved you over his shoulder and smacked your ass for good measure. Prick.

“Alright, sign here Kid,” Sebas said, handing the red bull a clipboard.

“Captain Kid,” he replied, reading over the form. He was writing down notes in the space on the form for your condition upon arrival as he circled you. He gave a stiff poke to the bruise on your side with a large finger, making you wince. Finally, he glanced over at your face and neck. His eyes flicked over the collar your wrists were bound to. He reached out with a finger and you flinched back - much to your own anger - but all he did was stick his index finger in between your neck and the shock prongs on the collar.

“Take that off,” the red headed bull said to Sebas, practically spitting the words.

“What, the muzzle? It’s a -”

“No, that shit quality shock collar on her neck. Take it off before I do and put it around yours,” he sneered into the paling face of the driver. The driver hunched his shoulders in before fishing a key out of his pocket and climbing in the back of the van with you. You wanted that torture device off of you so you didn’t resist when he unlocked the collar from around your neck. Sebas took the collar off and handed it to Kid, who looked it over in his hand. Your wrists were still bound to the leather collar around your neck but you were happy that sadistic piece of metal was off your body.

“No wonder she won’t perform for you, coulda killed her with this. Lookit Killer, metal directly on the neck. What other dumbass shit you do to her?” he spat out, dropping the unit on the ground. He stomped it with his large boot, grinding it to useless bits. The other bull nodded but didn’t speak.

“Get the fuck off my property,” Kid said, holding Sebas by the front of the shirt before pushing him back towards the van. Sebas gave Kid a dirty look but quickly got back into the van, slamming the door behind him. The car turned over and Sebas drove it back the way he came, not giving you a glance out the window as he left. 

“Now, little heifer, what are we gonna do with you? You been a naughty girl, causin’ problems for everyone. But here’s a secret - we like ‘em that way,” Kid said, gripping your face in his hand. You tried to put as much malice as you could into your eyes but it just made him laugh.

“Oh, you’re gonna be a fun one,” he said, walking towards the barn. Killer followed and you did too as you dangled over Killer’s shoulder.

~~~

At previous farms, you fought every single step of the way from the assessment to the inspection. Here, they didn’t even give you the chance. You were still gagged and tied from your previous owners as Killer brought you into the barn. It was large and lit by a few overhead lights but mostly from the windows high up in the barn. The smell of sweet hay hit your nose as well as the muskier scent of bulls in breeding season. Some of the other stalls were closed and you heard the noise of skin hitting skin and low moaning from cows. You pointedly ignored both the sounds and your new owners.

“Bring ‘er here. I don’t like the look of that muzzle either,” Kid said, giving you a speculative once over. Killer brought you to the largest stall and set you on the padded bench inside. You were going to give them hell but after they took off the muzzle. It wasn’t the right size for you and the metal on the sides had rubbed the outsides of your cheeks raw. A few layers of skin were missing and you could taste blood with every swallow of saliva you managed. 

Kid reached behind your head and unbuckled the muzzle, taking it off of your mouth more carefully than you expected. You worked your jaw a few times, happy to be able to finally open it after so long of it being forcibly shut. Before you could say anything, Kid grabbed your jaw in one large hand and tilted your head upwards. You tried to jerk back but his grip was too firm and you were still bound in an awkward position. Back at the old farm you didn’t really care about being naked all the time, it didn’t feel sexual since they weren’t able to contain you or find a bull that suited you. Now you had two large, well muscled bulls staring you down and a prickle went down your spine. Your nipples were hard in the brisk air and even though your legs were bound tightly together you could tell their pheromones were affecting you.

“Rubbed the skin off around her mouth. Fuckin’ idiots,” he muttered. He let go of your face and gave you a grin while you glared at him. “Got something to say, Runt?” 

“Fuck you,” was the very first thing that you said to Eustass “Captain” Kid, your new owner. It wouldn’t help you but you were tired of stewing in your anger. He bought you, he got the whole package, foul mouth included.

“Not yet. Don’t wanna split you in half, gotta train you up,” he said, still grinning. Smile turning into a frown, he recaptured your chin and gripped it tightly between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up. You tried to bring it back down but weren’t able to as he stopped your movements with two fingers. It didn’t bode well for your ability to defy him physically but you’d persevere. You knew you weren’t as strong as a bull but everyone always underestimated your intelligence. Humans and hybrids alike assumed cows were docile, stupid, and horny, and you were all too happy to let them think that to keep them unaware of your plans. 

“Kil, get salve for her neck and mouth.” Killer nodded once and left the paddock near silently, his tail swishing behind him. You were a little surprised that he cared about the wounds on your mouth, none of your other owners noticed much less cared enough to treat it. Regardless, he was just another asshole to deal with until you could escape. You finally took a look around the stall you were in. There was a metal rack bolted to the floor with modified stocks at the front in addition to the bench you were sitting on. It looked like a breeding stall, which you weren't interested in the slightest. Your previous farms had tried to gentle and tame you before mating you but it hadn't worked.

Kid pulled a bowie knife out of a holster on the side of his pants without warning. You tried not to show any fear but you'd hear stories from other heifers and didn't know what was true or not. You cringed back but Kid used the knife to cut through the bindings on your legs and then your old collar. Your wrists were still bound together but your sore legs were thankful for the reprieve. You huffed from irritation as Kid spent a moment rubbing your outer thighs and touching your bruise. Like he gave a shit , you thought. Killer returned with a first aid kit and something tinkling in his hand. 

“Oh, fuck no,” you hissed at the sight of a collar with a bell. Kid put his hand on your shoulder to stop you from moving away from Killer as he approached.

“No fuckin’ way, I’m not wearing that stupid demeaning shit -” Kid laughed a dark laugh, putting his hand in your hair and used to to pull your face to look at his.

“No one’s asking.” Killer brought the collar with the cowbell and stood next to Kid, who kept his hand in your hair. You tried to move away but since your legs were asleep you didn't get far. Killer clasped the new collar around your neck easily, the bell clanging as you bucked and tried to prevent it. You absolutely hated the bell and what it represented. It showed that they thought you were a simple, stupid cow, ready to obey their every command without question. Ready to be bred and come on the cock of every bull who entered your pen, like a dumb drooling bovine.

“Lookit you, so ready to fight. Where you goin’ little cow?” Kid sneered at you, now taking your bound wrists in his metal hand and raising them above your head. 

“You mighta had them all comin’ and goin’ at your old place but here the only place you’re goin’ is in the stocks and the only place you’re comin’ is on my cock,” he said, giving you a wide once over now that he could see your tits better. 

“Aw, lookit your cute horns. Don’t see those much on heifers,” Kid said, reaching for your head. You jerked your head back away from his hands.

“Don’t touch ‘em,” you spat at him. They were sensitive, much more than people or hybrids guessed.

“You don’t call the shots here, heifer,” Kid replied, his fingers grasping a horn and rubbing a thumb down its length. Your horns were short and fuzzy, not meant for damage or fighting like his and Killer’s were. You inhaled a breath and tried to shake him off but he persisted in rubbing them. You wanted to keen at the feeling of a bull’s touch there but you kept your mouth clamped shut. He grasped your whole horn in a meaty hand and used it to pull your head towards his body. Soon he had both horns in his hands, the flesh and the metal. You were worried the metal hand would injure your horn but it was holding your horn with surprising finesse. You wondered who made his arm but your thoughts scattered as he started rubbing the base of your horns, making you want to stamp your feet from pleasure.

“What’s wrong? You’re likin’ this, I can smell in on ya,” Kid taunted. You opened your mouth to retort but as you did, Killer shoved an o-ring gag in. You were too surprised to resist and he buckled the gag behind your head as easily as the collar had. You hadn’t even seen him take it out you were so entranced in the feeling of Kid touching your horns.

“Hold ‘er,” Killer said, reaching for the first aid kit. With that, you tried your hardest to thrash and fight your way out of Kid’s hold. You pulled against him as hard as you could, using your legs to try and scramble off the bench. Kid didn’t even bother looking at you, he was watching what Killer was taking out of the box.

“That one? What about -” Kid asked as Killer removed a tube of salve. It was humiliating trying your hardest only to be met with indifference. 

“Antiseptic.” 

When Killer had what he wanted, Kid pulled your wrists high over your head. Killer squeezed some on his finger as Kid put his hand under your chin and pulled your head up. Killer gently smeared the salve over the area affected by the shock collar and the sting made you wince. His hands were deft and warm as he then bandaged the area to keep it clean. In an impressive but wordless display of communication, Kid then pushed your head back down and held it in place as Killer touched your cheeks where the muzzle had rubbed your skin.

“These’ll be OK. Might wash ‘em later though.” Kid just grunted and let go of your head. You tried headbutting him backwards but he grabbed you by the waist and moved you like a piece of furniture. You kicked and bucked but nothing was stopping his march towards the breeding stocks. You’d never seen a contraption like it before. It looked like a regular breeding stall but it had been modified to keep a heifer in place. There was a raised platform that would put you at cock-height if you were on all fours. At the front of the platform there was a regular stocks for your head and hands to stick through. There were rings spaced evenly apart, about every foot, all up and down the metal poles of the stall and ropes coiled in the corner. 

Killer took the top off the stock portion and you redoubled your efforts to get away. Neither one of them bothered to talk to you as they manhandled you into position. Kid used the knife to slice through your wrist bindings, giving you your best shot at freedom yet. You tried to scramble off the platform but had barely made a move before Kid grabbed your newly freed wrists in one hand. Killer walked to the platform, waiting for Kid to bring you over. 

Between the two of them, they moved you on your hands and knees, placing your head and hands into the stocks. It was like they were moving a doll with how easily they were able to get you in position, despite how violently you were trying to get away. Pulling, punching, kicking, bucking - nothing had any effect on the fact that Killer was locking the stock back into place. With your head and hands in the stocks, only your lower body was free. And that was shortly amended as Kid and Killer used the ropes in the stall to spread your legs. They tied your ankles, below your knees and your thighs to the sides of the stall, keeping you spread for their pleasure. You were seething but unable to do anything except glare and drool at the two bulls responsible for your treatment.

“Aw don’t be so mad, Runt. You’ll be smilin’ by the end of the night,” Kid said, smacking your ass hard.

“Pretty,” Killer said, running an appreciative hand down your flank. If your legs had been free you would have kicked him.

“Yeah, she’s alright,” Kid said dismissively. He grabbed your short tail and pulled it upwards, revealing your cunt and unused asshole. He grunted and put it back down, leaving the stall. If you weren’t so relieved not to be bred you would have been offended. You heard the sound of rushing water and hands being washed before you felt a warm washcloth being rubbed down your backside. You jolted - what the fuck were they putting on you?

“Calm the fuck down, just washin’ the dirt off ya from the van,” Kid said as he lifted your tail again to clean you. Despite not trusting him as far as you could throw him, you did relax a little. It did feel like water and it felt nice. You hadn’t been allowed to bathe for a while having lost the privilege after escaping out the bathroom window at the last place. Kid gave you a thorough washing and threw the cloth in the corner. 

While Kid was washing you down, Killer had put his fingers in your mouth, using your tongue to wet them. He wasn’t actively thrusting them inside, just allowed them to sit in there for the moment. You didn’t know what his game was but you were absolutely sure you didn’t like where it was going. 

“Look what she’s been hiding this whole time, Kil” Kid said with a wolf whistle. Now that you were clean he was spreading your pussy lips with his thick metal fingers, running a flesh finger up and down your slit. You wanted to bolt but the stocks and the leg bindings kept you from moving a single inch. All you could do is take it as Kid’s fingers started brushing through your folds, revealing your wet hold and twitching clit.

“Pretty princess pussy,” Kid said, now rubbing a finger along your hole. He started stroking your clit gently, making you want to clench your spread legs together. You tried to remain silent so as not to give them the satisfaction of knowing they were getting to you but it was getting difficult as Kid continued to rub your clit and alternatively grind the heel of his hand gently against it. He was getting a good rhythm going and you could feel your wetness start to seep out of your cunt. 

“Responsive too, gonna make a nice little fuck,” he said, continuing to torment you. Against your will you let out a small moan as he rubbed your clit with a little more strength. Kid slipped a finger inside you, his large finger about equal to two of your own. You tightened against the intrusion but Kid showed you no mercy as he started to work it in and out of you. Based on the day of the month you were close to your heat, enough to make your body react to what Kid was doing.

“You think she’s ever taken a rough pounding?” Killer asked, his fingers still inside your mouth while you drooled over them through the gag. One of his hands was unbuckling his belt and pants while the other kept your head where he wanted it. He freed his cock and now you knew why he was holding onto the gag. If he hadn’t you would have tried to buck away. There was no way that thing was fitting in your mouth without you passing out. It was hard to tell if Killer was making eye contact through the mask but he steadily brought his cock towards your face. It was larger than any you’d ever taken before and the sight had you nervous.

“Nah, not in this tight cunt. Fuck , she’s wet. I think she likes this, Kil. Heh, sorry little heifer, I gotta stretch you out before I mount ya,” Kid drawled as he put a second finger in your cunt to join the first. If you had full range of motion you might have fucked your hips back to meet his fingers but you were immobilized as he finger fucked you closer to your orgasm. You were still a ways away but as you felt the fluttering of your cunt around his fingers, his rhythm changed.

“You thought, huh?” he laughed from behind you. Your face flooded with heat, not from shame but from anger. But you didn’t have time to dwell on it as Killer pushed the tip of his cock through the gag. You tried to rear back as far as the stock allowed you but  he slapped your cheek with one finger in response. It wasn’t painful, just a signal to get your attention.

“No. It’s going in. You can take it,” he said, moving it in further. Despite his optimism you didn’t see how his massive erection was going to fit in your mouth.

Kid moved away but you couldn’t see where as you focused on breathing.

“How’s her throat?” Kid asked conversationally, like he was asking about the weather.

“Tight. Needs training too,” he replied, forcing his huge cock to the back of your throat. You felt tears running down your face as he gagged you on his cock before pulling back. He wasn’t completely out of your mouth but you were able to breathe easier now that he wasn’t pushing towards your throat.

“Take a breath through your nose,” Killer instructed you. It was difficult since your nose was running from crying but you tried. 

“Again,” he said. After you did so, he thrusted to the back of your throat, causing your airway to get cut off once more. If this is what his cock did to your throat, you were not excited to feel it in your cunt. You swallowed just thinking about that fat cock hitting your cervix, making you wince in pain as your throat closed around Killer’s cock.

“ Aah fuck she’s good though. Can be taught,” Killer said, now rubbing your horns as well. You wanted to moan between his fingers and Kid’s but your mouth was otherwise occupied so the sound came out as a guttural bellow.

“She fuckin’ better for how much I paid for her,” Kid said, now returning. You heard a bottle click open and something being squeezed out but you weren’t sure what was happening. As Killer continued to bear back farther into your throat slowly, you felt something prodding at your now sopping core. It felt like a rubber cock, you’d seen some dildos at the other breeding farms to train cows who were too small to take a full bull. You felt only a small stretch as Kid fucking it into you, thrusting it forwards and back, like a cock would. It felt alright, a little strange, but it didn’t hurt. It was curved and almost hit your sensitive spots but not quite.

“Aw, she’s hungry for it. Suckin’ it right in,” Kid said, using his other hand to spread your pussy lips to watch the dildo go in. He moved it in and out at the same rate Killer was fucking his cock into your mouth. 

“Wanna bet on how much she can take?” Kid asked, pushing the dildo farther into your cunt. 

“Hmm. Maybe the blue? I don’t think much more than that yet, she’s pretty small,” Killer replied thoughtfully, as if this was a great riddle to solve. 

“She’s already at orange, barely started. I think indigo,” Kid replied. Ah, so the dildos were in rainbow order. If you were only at orange, violet was going to be too much for you. Hopefully Kid didn’t split you in half with the dildos - or his erection. 

“Suck,” Killer said to you, pulling on one of your horns. Even a small yank had you whining in discomfort so you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked in like Killer told you to. Killer inhaled sharply and started a rhythm with his cock, fucking it into your mouth as Kid removed the dildo from your pussy. The dildo was swiftly replaced with another, slightly larger one that was shoved in just as the previous one had been. Working it in and out of you felt pretty good, not that you would have said so to Kid. 

“I’m jumpin’ straight to indigo after this. This is the green one and she’s takin’ it like the cow she is,” Kid said, removing the last dildo. This time a much larger rubber cock was prodding at you and you felt Kid start to rub your clit again. You wanted to object but the gag prevented you from talking and you had a feeling they wouldn’t have listened anyway. 

“That’s it, take it all. You’d better if you know what’s good for ya, I’m next,” Kid said ominously. Despite his words, he didn’t shove the dildo in roughly but pushed in degrees, allowing you to accommodate the large plastic phallus. You took it fully, feeling it bottom out to the flared base as a whirring sound caught your attention.

“Pay attention,” Killer said, pinching your horn roughly. Focusing back on Killer, you tried to relax your throat to make the stretch of his cock fit better inside your too-small mouth.

“That’s a good cow,” Killer sighed, thrusting to the farthest point he’d gone yet. You gagged but this time he didn’t pull back, letting you gag and drool over his cock. You were getting scared of how little you were able to breathe until buzzing on your clit took your thoughts back to Kid. He had a vibrator pressed to your clit as he worked the large dildo in and out of you.

“Can’t believe those fuckin’ idiots didn’t know what to do with this. She’s practically cryin’ for it,” Kid said, addressing Killer.

“She’s cryin’ over here, too,” he replied, now fucking your throat as he pleased. He wrapped one large hand around as much of the front of your throat as the stocks allowed, squishing your neck against the top of the stocks and keeping you exactly where he wanted you. Your legs were twitching from the attention of your clit and if Kid kept it there for just a moment longer, you’d….

Nothing. 

Kid pulled the vibrator off and you growled into Killer’s cock.

“She’s mad,” Killer noted with an amused chuckle, still fucking your throat. His hand pressed on your throat made it so you could feel his cock as it slid through the gag.

“So what? Only good cows get to come. She hasn’t earned anything yet, maybe an ass fucking,” Kid said offhand, like it was no big deal. Despite the stimulation you were receiving your eyes widened  - no one had ever touched your ass before. Cows were needed to breed, no one bothered with anal sex. 

“Oh, that got her attention. She clenched down hard,” Kid said, pulling your pussy lips apart speculatively to watch your cunt suck in the dildo.

“I’ll test it after I finish. Probably a virgin ass,” Killer replied, like he was talking about the color of your hair. It was humiliating listening to them talk about you like you weren’t there, or like you were a piece of meat for them to fuck. If you didn't have a gag and a huge cock in your mouth you would have torn them a new one. As it was, Killer was picking up steam and fucking you hard, holding on to your horns as he pushed into your mouth.

“Horns are hah hah convenient, but nnggh sensitive,” he mentioned as you felt his mushroomed tip spasm in your mouth. He was chasing his pleasure, fucking you full speed but not clenching your horns in his hand, just holding them to keep you in place.

“You want me to let ‘er come?” Kid grunted, fucking the dildo into your gushing cunt.

“ Hah hah up to you, Cap,” Killer deferred even as you felt him jerking erratically. Kid grunted again, seemingly his preferred communication method, and turned up the vibrator on your clit while removing the dildo. Now you were trying to squirm and felt yourself keening as you fluttered around nothing.

“Fuck this, I’m done with the dildos. She can handle it, can’t ya,” Kid said, removing the dildo and thrusting two fingers into your dripping cunt instead. You clenched around them, desperate for something to come around as he continued to tease your clit.

“Yeah, she’s ready. Fuckin’ finally,” Kid said with a groan, like you’d kept him waiting on a date. He removed his fingers and you heard the sound of a belt buckle loosening and pants being undone.

“Be nnngh patient, she’s small,” Killer chided him. Killer’s thrusts were erratic and speeding up, if you didn’t have the gag in you wouldn’t have been able to maintain his speed and size. Killer reached down with one large hand and groped your dangling breast, pinching your nipple. With a soft grunt, he came down your throat. Even though he was so far back in your throat you couldn’t taste much of it, some dribbled out the sides of your mouth due to the sheer volume. Thrusting shallowly, Killer rode out his high before pulling out completely. Swiping his thumb through the cum escaping your mouth, he placed his thumb back in your mouth.

“Finish it,” he commanded you, like you had a choice. He gave one last grope to your breast before heaving himself inside his pants and rebuttoning them. His other hand cupped your cheek and rubbed it tenderly.

“It’ll be easier next time,” he said with affection in his tone. If he ever tried that without a gag you’d bite his cock off , you thought to yourself. Humming to himself, he walked off to the side where your eyes couldn’t follow. Just as he left, you felt the tip of Kid’s cock nudging your entrance. Setting his metal hand on your hip, he pushed into you and your tail perked up in shock. It was bigger than the last dildo by a significant margin and the stretch was on the edge of pain. You whined and drooled through your gag, unsure that you’d be able to take him at all, much less to the base like you’re sure he wanted. Moving slowly, Kid gave you no quarter to rest as he continued forward. He started rubbing your clit again, somehow causing you to clamp down on his cock which gave you even less room.

“ FUCK fuck fuck she’s tight! ‘S best idea I’ve had in a while,” Kid said, fully sheathing himself in your cunt. His cock speared you in a way you’d never felt before and you whimpered at the sensation. Kid stopped moving and gave you time to adjust, playing with your tits as they dangled as if to pass the time.

“Should pierce these,” Kid threw over his shoulder to Killer. You couldn’t see Killer’s reaction but he didn’t reply. 

“Get ready,” Kid said, finally addressing you. He pulled out only to fuck back into you with a snap of his hips. His flesh hand wound its way down to your clit and began rubbing you mercilessly. Now you were whining for a different reason as sensation flooded your cunt. You’d heard other heifers talking about how much they loved being bred by their bulls, how nothing could compare to the feeling of being stuffed full. You’d never related, finding the bulls and their cocks irritating more than anything else. But now - now you understood. Kid was everywhere - he was slapping his thighs against your own, he leaned over and caged your body in, his huge biceps making you feel tiny in comparison. His balls were now swinging and hitting your clit with every powerful thrust. The bell around your neck was ringing with every pump, reminding you who was the bull and who the cow.

“G’na breed you, little heifer,” he grunted into your ear as he leaned over you. “G’na be my good little slut, yeah? Tight little nnh fuckin’ cunt, all for me ‘n my bulls. G’na fill you up so much you won’t have the energy for anything else. Just a dumb cock sleeve for me to drain my balls into.” For the first time you were glad you were gagged so you didn’t have to answer beyond a moan.

“Knew you’d hah hah like that. I can tell your kind a mile away, a heifer who fuckfuckfuck thinks she owns the place. But I own you , little cow. You’re aah mine now,” he bit out into your ear, his stubble scraping your cheek. You closed your eyes to stop the assault on all your senses but it didn’t help. You were close to coming but hoped he couldn’t tell.

He could.

“Should I let you? D’you wanna come on this bull cock? Y’wanna come on your new owner?” he asked his flesh hand joining his metal one to grab your hips and push into you roughly. You nodded, you needed  to come. The coil of pleasure in you had been rising since they’d put you in the stocks and you couldn’t take much more. Kid grabbed your hair and tilted your head back. You opened your eyes and you could see his own boring into you over the top of the stocks.

“First good thing you’ve done so far.” He released your hair and turned on the vibrator you hadn’t realized was still there, touching it to your clit. You only lasted a few seconds before you screamed from behind the gag, coming all over his cock. Your vision tunneled as your toes curled, riding the crest of pleasure Kid had ripped from your body.

“So nasty, such a messy pussy,” Kid crooned at you while fucking you through your high. Grunting, he pummeled you as you finally came down, reaching his own orgasm as you finished yours. You felt the hot ropes of cum bursting from him as he grunted and held you in place. Taking a few harsh breaths, Kid pulled out of you. 

“Not bad for the first time,” he said, loosening the ropes to one of your legs. Killer had reappeared and was doing the same to the other side. After all the rope had been loosened, you slumped onto the table, unable to keep your legs from shaking. Killer unlocked the stocks and removed the top, throwing it on the ground unceremoniously. After removing your gag, Killer scooped you up before you could collapse completely, your limbs limp from the hard use of the bulls. 

“Put ‘er in the first pen,�� Kid said, coiling the ropes back into neat piles. Killer carried you bridal style as you fought to keep your eyes open. He carried you to the other side of the barn where the sleeping pens for cows were. Opening the barn gate, he closed it behind him and sat on the large chair with you on his lap. You leaned back against his broad chest, noting for the first time that his left arm had significant scarring on it. He reached across you and handed you a cup of water. You drank it greedily and handed it back silently once you were done. You thought he was going to dump you on your ass in the hay but he continued to hold you for a few moments longer. 

You didn’t protest. You needed strength and energy to get away and frankly, you were tired. He wasn’t doing anything, just letting you relax on him after coming down your throat while his Captain fucked you raw. You closed your eyes and felt a blanket settle over your body as Killer massaged your limbs and tired jaw. You weren’t sure how long you were like that before Killer shifted again, turning you over in his arms. You were a little dazed still so you didn't fight too much until it was too late. He had you settled over his massive thigh, your legs pinned beneath one of his own. You started flailing and trying to wiggle away but he caught your wrists and pinned them behind your back. 

“One more thing, then dinner,” he said. You hoped the ‘thing’ was him being struck by a bolt of lightning. No such luck.

“You been fucked in the ass before?” he asked, rubbing the globes of your ass with his free hand.

“N-no,” you stated in a shakier voice than you intended. He picked up your tail and put his thumb on your puckered hole. 

“Anything go back here?” 

“No!” you wailed, shaking your head and attempting to yank your wrists away. Killer dragged his finger through the copious amounts of fluids still dripping from your cunt. You felt something warm on your asshole and pressure as Killer started working his finger inside the tight ring of muscle.

“St-stop! Ple-ase don’t!” you begged as the impassive man above you continued his mission. It didn’t hurt exactly but it didn’t feel great, either. The strange sensation continued as Killer slowly worked his finger in a wide circle to loosen your muscles. You started crying as quietly as you could - you had been able to avoid it during your time with the two of them due to the sheer amount of input you were given. But now you were squirming on Killer’s lap, immobilized just by his body as he did what he wanted with you. Kid was no better, fucking you like some bull in rut as your body came undone for him.

“Almost done,” he said, as if to placate you. You’d never hated anyone in your life as much as Killer and Kid, and that included Sebas who shocked you for fun every night at the last farm. You felt him continue past his second knuckle until the rest of his fingers were flush with your ass. He hummed and removed his finger slowly, almost reluctantly. He let go of your wrists and legs, setting you down on the ground. He took a lead from the corner of the stall and clicked the clasp to the collar around your neck. There was no lock, you’d be able to unclasp yourself if you so chose.

“Stay here. Don’t try to escape, it’s not worth it. I’ll bring dinner,” was all Killer said before he left you alone in the pen. You dried your cheeks and eyes with the back of your hand, looking around you. There was a small cot and the blanket Killer had covered you with before. There was a small pile of hay, which made you want to throw it out of the pen. You decided not to because it might be a good hiding spot for something. You weren’t sure for what but early on in your captivity you learned never to throw away anything useful. You waited for Killer to return pretending to be the good little heifer they thought they turned you into. Besides, you thought you smelled pasta and you were hungry.

Kid’s POV

The bulls were in their den, watching the new heifer on the CCTV while they lounged in the ripped leather arm chairs. It was good entertainment, watching her angrily plan her escape. She talked a big game, all barbs and venom, ready to bite their heads off if given half a chance. And yet she’d still come moaning sweetly on his cock like a docile little heifer. She’d fit in nicely at the farm and Kid couldn’t wait to sink into her again. He was drinking from the bottle, passing it to Wire, the bull to his right. They’d fed her dinner and thought she would pass out from exhaustion but she was up and getting ready to enact her plan.

“She’s gonna run,” Wire said, taking a large swig.

“Yep,” Kid replied, watching her scan the area for a guard.

“I warned her,” Killer replied, drinking a dark beer through a straw. The heifer had her hand around the hammer of her bell as she unlocked herself from the lead. As she quietly climbed over the wall to the pen, Kid got sight of the dark bruise on her side. Just seeing it again made him wish he killed that fucker who brought her to the farm. He was a pathetic worm, hurting someone who was weaker and couldn’t fight back besides. When the heifer had arrived she was sweating and her muscles were still twitching from the aftershocks of the electricity. Kid had wanted to jam that shock collar down his throat and push the button and see how that fucker reacted. Maybe he still would, depending on what the heifer told him. He could just see the tips of her cute little horns leaving the barn as she crept away. Wire palmed his cock through his pants and stood up to stretch his arms above his head, putting the bottle of alcohol on the ground.

“And there she goes. You’re up, Wire,” Heat noted, grabbing the bottle and taking a long drink.

“Have fun,” Kid said, switching the cameras to the fields outside. The heifer’s head was poking out the barn door, scanning the area.

“I plan on it,” Wire said, a dark smile passing over his features. 

[don-mellow]

Eustass Kid, G-48 ~ Milking Table

Summary: It's that time of the month. The time when Kid really really needs your help to get through the deep-seated primal urges he has. Lucky for him he has someone as amazing and caring as you.

Warnings: Spicy, modern monster au, Eustass Kid as Tarbh-uisge with reader - implied relationship. Kid strapped to a milking table, use of milking pump, breeding kink, monsterfucking if you squint. Special mention to @don-mellow for being the reason this folklore creature was the first thing that popped into my mind for this prompt. Subscribe to their Patreon! Word Count: 772

Tarbh-uisge: Generally regarded as a nocturnal water bull, it is more agreeable than its equine counterpart the water horse, while having similar amphibious and shapeshifting abilities. It is able to shapeshift into human form and live on land or in water. It can also be amiable and sometimes helpful. The bull might have had a sacred role in various Celtic cult rituals. The Tarbh-uisge was viewed a symbol of fertility and abundance

You had Kid strapped face down on the custom milking table, an impressive feat in itself considering his hulking mass and general…defiant of authority attitude. In a harness that bound his flesh arm behind his back and his ankles to the table, you massaged his back with heated oil to soothe his muscles, helping him relax. The two of you had been at it for a while, and he had needed a break.

His muttering that he didn’t need to be babied let you know he was ready for the next session. Gently wiping the excess oil off, you scratch his back hard enough to leave red lines – each graze of your fingernails draws a shaky grunt from him. The purple faded lines of the previous marks littered down his back and ass, and you would have to remember to take a photo of how delicious he looked.

You moved off his muscled back and peeked under the table, pleased to find his cock swollen once more. Bless his stamina. Reaching out, you ran your fingernails down his shaft to his balls, watching in delight as his cock bobbed from the contact, and precum already leaking out from his slit.

“You’re doing so well. After tonight, I’ll let you have some rest and relaxation. You’ve filled up quite a few buckets. Then after, I’m going to treat you so good. Let you be my pillow prince to thank you for your sacrifice today,” you cooed, kissing his cheek. His damp locks plastered on his hair barely hid the flush in his face.

With a warm touch you begin jerking him off. Whispering filthy things you’d do to spoil him when this was all over. How you’d ride him for days on end, how you’d feed him while fucking him, not letting him leave the bed so you could give him all your love.

He leaked into your hand and that helped you fist him faster as he wasn’t able to do anything except struggle in his restraints – unable to even rut properly through the table to build his pleasure. He was entirely reliant on you and your methods alone to milk his cock.

If he was unrestrained, there was a chance he could go crazy in his lust and do something stupid like mount and accidentally impregnate you. Every month he would go through a cycle of needing to breed – a time where he couldn’t keep his cock down if his life depended on it – and you were kind enough to find a creative solution for you both.

Kid’s panting became louder, huskier as the tip of his cock turned deep red. You watched as his balls drew tight, signaling he was near release. You ducked your body under the table and formed a ring with your fingers, holding the base of his cock with a firm grip as you pulled out the milking pump.

“FU-FUCK!” he grunted loudly. “Swear you get off on doing that,” he spat out, hitting his forehead against the leather padded table in frustration.

“I don’t not,” you giggle, connecting the tube to the pump to the last vial you had. With a fat lick of your tongue from his perineum, over his scrotum, and up his shaft, your lips wrapped around his head giving him an urgent suck before you popped off him. Giving his twitching cock a kiss, you slid the pump over his cock and began pumping him faster than before.

“SHIT! SHIT! I’M-I’M CUM—” the rest of his stutter was cut off by a pleasured, dull roar as his hips squeaked and rutted against the table. You watched the pump line fill with the thick, white liquid going down the drip line and into its vial. The sound of weary panting left Kid as the line kept dripping until the vial was filled to the brim.

“I’m done I’m dooonnee!!” he cried from overstimulation as you pulled the pump off.

“I know love, I know,” you topped the vial and put the equipment in the bucket. Noticing a few drops weeping from his softening dick, you quickly crawled over and enveloped your mouth on his tip to lick him dry.

8 tiles to go, 49 calls made so far.

[don-mellow]

😏

Stress Release at the New Job

Iceburg x Reader x Paulie (NSFW)

Synopsis: You are a little distracted during a meeting with your boss, Iceburg, and Paulie. The Head of Galley-La helps to get you refocused, with an audience.

Note: This was a one shot that formed from a Patreon Exclusive piece of art from the wonderful Don-Mellow. If you haven't checked out her work, you need too! She's amazing.

Additional Tags: AFABReader, She/Her Pronouns, Creampie, Desk Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Cuckolding, MDNI, 18+

WC: 1700+

Available on AO3 (can't get it to link)

@don-mellow

     

You tried to focus on the instructions your boss was telling you and noting them in your notepad but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from him as he stripped down to his boxer briefs. You had forgotten that he worked as a ship builder most of his life so he hid a very well built body under his button up shirt and suit jacket.             

There was a choking cough from Paulie who sat on the couch at the side of the room.

“You know Paulie, you should cut back on the number of cigars you smoke a day. You wouldn’t be coughing otherwise,” Iceburg chided his friend as he rummaged through his closet in his office for spare clothes.

“Ah, shut up Iceburg. I wasn’t coughing cause of the cigars; I wasn’t expecting you to strip in your office. It’s indecent in front of y/n,” the shipwright replied as he settled the cigar back in his mouth and he shifted in his seat.

“It’s alright Paulie…I, uh, don’t mind. I’d rather him change than sit in wet, coffee stained clothes,” you replied as you tried to will your blushing cheeks to lighten up before your boss turned back around.

“See, y/n is fine with it,” Iceburg said as he turned around with clothes slung over his arm. It was your turn to cough as you noticed how big he was, even flaccid, in those form fitting underwear. You shifted in your own seat now and quickly looked to the paper in your hand, trying not to draw attention to the flush in your cheeks, that was now moving down your neck.

Iceburg didn’t notice immediately and began to continue his speech before the coffee spilled on him. Your hand attempted to write notes about what he was saying but your brain and cunt were elsewhere.

“Y/n, did you get that last part?” Iceburg asked. Him calling your name pulled you out of your lusty haze.

“Um…I’m sorry sir, I, uh, didn’t,” you replied bashfully with a little squeak.

“Was I talking too fast for you to keep up?” he asked as he partially sat on the edge of his desk, right next to your chair. Although he had pants on now, he was positioned where you looked right at his crotch when you lifted your eyes from your notepad. There was no way he didn’t notice you linger on that part of him before you replied.

“N…no. I was a little distracted,” you answered as you shifted in your seat again.

“Ah, I see now. Are you uncomfortable by my undressing?”

“No, not in a bad way at least. I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes off you to be honest…sir.”

“See Iceburg! I told you it’s indecent,” Paulie hollered from his seat.

Your boss ignored his friend and pulled your gaze up to him. “Let’s get you refocused. Do you mind if Paulie stays? He likes to watch.”

“I don’t mind,” you replied boldly as you bit your lip.

“That’s great to hear,” Iceburg replied with a smirk as he placed your notepad and pen on his desk with one hand then took one of your hands and placed it on his cock. You felt it twitch with your touch and your eyes widened at his girth.

“Fuckin hell,” Paulie mumbled from the couch as you heard a zipper and moving cloth.

You stood and settled between your bosses legs as he unbuttoned his pants then unfastened yours and slid them along with your panties down to your ankles. You sucked your breath in at the sudden rush of cool air on your increasingly warming cunt.

He gave a devilish smile as his fingers slid between your folds, “You’re so wet already. You must’ve really enjoyed what you saw.”

“Y…yes,” you mewled as his strong, calloused fingers reached inside of you.

The next few moments went by in a flash and you were suddenly fully nude, laying on Iceburg’s desk. Papers strewn all over and crumpled beneath you.

Your boss’s head was between your legs, tongue curling inside you as his thumb pressed your throbbing clit. His strong arms kept your lower half from squirming too much, just enough to thrust your hips. You had a hand gripping his hair and the other held onto the edge of the desk behind you.

You glanced at Paulie who had his equally impressive cock out and was stroking it as he mumbled curses to himself and with flushed cheeks watched Iceburg eat you out.

He embarrassingly turned his eyes away as they made contact with your own and you chuckled between moans, “Don’t…hgnmmm…look away…Paulie,” you moaned as you felt the coil tighten within you.

“You know you tightened when you looked at him,” Iceburg commented as he pulled his tongue out and replaced it with two thick fingers.

“I guess…fuck…I like to…ugmmmm…be watched,” you groaned as you thrust your hips in time with Iceburg’s fingers.

“Let’s hear how much you like it,” your boss hummed as he spread his fingers to stretch you. He smiled as he felt your walls clench.

“That’s it y/n. Go ahead and cum,” he cooed to you.

Not that you were waiting for permission but his words caused the coil to snap and your back arched with papers stuck to your sweat soaked skin. His fingers continued to pump in you through your orgasm and you finally heard a small moan come from Iceburg. 

Other than his rock hard cock, you wouldn’t have known he was enjoying this whole event. When he pulled his fingers from you as your moans subsided, he shifted to stand behind his desk, kicking his chair out of the way and spun you around. He stared right at Paulie as he licked your release from his fingers and stroked himself.

“Now I need to refocus,” Iceburg groaned as his gaze fell back to you and his eyes were blown with lust.

“I’ll be glad to help you with that…sir,” you smiled back at him and moved to line him up with your throbbing core.

“Always so helpful. I knew you’d be just the best secretary,” he said just before he began to insert himself.

The stretch was divine and you leaned back and saw Paulie try to put an unlit cigar in his mouth but now it was his turn to lose focus so he threw it to the floor and continued to fist himself.

You body molded to Iceburg’s cock as he slowly inserted himself to his base and stood still for a moment to allow your body to adjust. You had never felt so full and you knew if he released inside you it would have nowhere to go and spill out of you. The thought sent pleasure through your body and you began to rotate your hips, letting him know you were ready.

He gave a few shallow thrusts then pulled each of your legs up and held them as his thrusts became deeper and harder. You gripped the edge of his desk with both hands now, to keep from being pushed off the desk. For a mellow man, Iceburg could certainly be commanding if he so wanted, and you wanted him to turn you into a mewling pile.

“You’re being so good…ngnnnnnn. We may need to…ahhhhh…start every meeting like this,” Iceburg commented between rough thrusts and restrained moans.

“Wh…whatever you…fuck…you want…sir!”

He moved your legs to his shoulders and leaned over you. The new angle let him hit new spots within you and that coil quickly formed again.

“I’m…glad you agree. Now, let me hear you again. His words were a polite command that you had no intention of disobeying. You gave a quick upside down glance to Paulie who seemed to be reaching his climax. Hand frantically stroking himself as his face contorted into that pleading look just before any of your previous partners were about to cum but needed one last little nudge.

Iceburg bent just a little lower, pressing your legs back farther and his chest closer to yours. His cock relentlessly thrusting in and out of you, the wet sounds of each thrust, inching your closer to your release.

“Ice…I’m…cuming,” you mumbled out as the coil broke. Your body arched off the desk, his name repeated over and over on your lips between gibberish and curses.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me,” Paulie growled from across the room as you  vaguely heard his moan of released.

Just when you thought your orgasm was over, Iceburg gripped your whole body and held you as close to him as he possibly could and you felt him still and he groaned as you felt the thick ribbons of cum inside you. The feel of which quickly had you cumming again.

Sure enough, there was no room left inside you and you felt it slowly drip out of you. He held you like that for a few moments while you both caught your breath. When he finally let you go, he pulled your rear off the desk and slowly pulled out of you. You could hear the drips of cum hitting the tiled floor as his release spilled out of you.

“Are you injured?” he asked politely as if yo stubbed your toe and didn’t just rail you on his desk.

“A little dehydrated, but nothing a little stretching can’t handle,” you smiled at your boss.

“Good, Paulie will get you some water,” Iceburg smirked.

“What?! I’m not your servant Iceburg!” Paulie grumbled as he stood and fastened his pants.

“Do it for y/n?” He smirked.

“Alright, just cause she looks tired,” he said as he blushed and headed out of the office.

Iceburg helped you remove all the papers stuck to you and tossed the ones that were not salvageable with a shrug that he was unbothered by their loss.

You were mostly cleaned up and you’d finish as soon as you headed to the bathroom.

Paulie returned and you saved your final comment until he returned.

“You know boss, I should probably start wearing skirts to work instead,” you smirked.

“I agree. I won’t have to worry about ripping your pants next time,” he matched you smirk.

“You two are gonna fuckin kill me,” Paulie complained as he lit his cigar.

“Next time you can join Paulie,” you winked at him as his face turned bright red and he sulked the rest of the meeting on the couch.                         

[don-mellow]

Countdown From Ten

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 3,000

Synopsis: Wire is adamant on starting the new year off with fireworks. If you'd have thought the type of fireworks he was wanting to burst into the new year was him edging you until the count down begins, you might've never agreed to it.

Themes: Wire x afab!reader, edging, orgasm denial, confessions, time skipping, mdni, NSFW, 18+, smut, P in V sex, oral, fingering, love confession, cream pie, size difference.

Notes: Happy new year! I loved writing this one, and adore Wire so much. I can't wait to write more for him coming into the new year.

Ten.

Your back arched off the bed as you felt your encumbering high reach ever nearer. One large, skilled hand reached over your belly to push you back down onto the bed, splayed over your flesh and engulfed your much smaller form beneath their palm and fingers. While the intensity of the world began to ebb away from the cusps of reality the closer you drew, his fingers hastily left your dripping cunt and gently tapped your thigh.

“Not yet.”

Nine.

You had made a grave mistake in front of your crew a few nights prior. When they had asked everyone if they had any regrets coming into the new year over a few pints, you should’ve remained quiet. Instead, the boldness in the burn of alcohol rid your body of inhibitions as you spoke up. While Heat had suggested he should’ve dedicated more time to learning how to swim, and Killer had said he desired to learn how to perfect the most delicious lasagne, your regret was far more personal.

“I wish I had orgasmed at least once this year.” 

In lieu of an uproar of laughter that the others claimed from unearthing their wants, yours was met with a grave silence and a few empathetic clashes of tankards against your own. 

“Not even once?”

“You took a few to bed over the past couple raids. Didn’t they make you cum?”

“There was all kinds of fun happening at the pleasure district last week. I know you were there, one of the employees took your hand and lead you up to the rooms. Not even them?”

“Are you sure?”

You answered all of their questions by simply gulping back your drink and placing the container upside down on the benchtop in front of you. Shaking your head, you gave a variety of answers ranging from: “They were selfish lovers,” to, “It was my fault. Made them cum too early and they were tired,” and, “I don’t actually think I even can cum anymore,” or, “I didn’t have time to touch myself at all between the fights, workload, and sailing to different islands. Can't even fuck myself.”

While three of the commanders listened to your plight while clicking their tongues and shaking their heads, another reacted a little differently.

Wire had other plans.

Eight.

A keening whine left your lips as your clit quivered in sorrow. You had been so close to eruption that you felt the tingles lingering beneath your skin and your toes curling in annoyance. With a few quick motions, you thumped your head back against the pillow behind you. 

“Wire, please!” you called while clawing at the hand on your belly holding you down. A warm chuckle fled from his lips as he gently carved intricate circles into your skin by the caress of your thigh. 

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he gently chastised you before leaning forward towards your glistening cunt, “Just hold out a little longer. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Seven.

After finishing his drink at the table and watching as you drew Quincy onto the dance floor, the cogs began to tip behind his eyes. A new bar, a new day, a new raid that ended in victory by the skilled labors of the Kid Pirate crew - yet, Wire sat stewing in his mind while fermenting the many possibilities on how to repair one wrong he would see righted. 

“What’s got you all up in a tizzy, man?” Heat asked as he slumped into the chair beside Wire. Wire recoiled and looked down at his shorter friend with perplexion over his face. 

“Firstly, ‘up in a tizzy’? Really?” He furrowed his brows and turned back towards the dance floor, “Secondly, not cumming for a year.” 

“You still thinking about that?” Heat queeried as he gently nudged Wire’s shoulder with his own, “To be honest with you, so am I. A whole year? Nothing? No…?” He gestured crudely with his hands a depiction of an eruption with his fingers demonstrating a hasty fling. “Must’ve found a few shit partners. Why not ask the crew for help?”

“I have a feeling the stupid saying: ‘don’t shit where you eat,’ has something to do with it,” Wire nodded, watching as Quincy wrapped her arms around you and drew you into a playful kiss. You reciprocated with a smile on your face, breaking away thereafter and laughed with her. “Quincy could do something about that expression, or I could take matters into my own hands.”

"Oh?” Heat quirked up his brow in interest, “Didn’t think I’d see the day you’d get sweet on someone. Not gonna let Quincy do her thing?”

Wire stood without a further word, giving a pointed stare at one of his oldest friends, and turned to make his way towards you as a few hours were left on the countdown clock. Taking your hand in his own, he led you away from Quincy towards the upper rooms of the tavern you’d claimed as loot. 

Six.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered as he drew his face towards your pussy. His lips curled up into a smile and indulged in flicking a fat stipe against your dripping slit to your clit. He hummed enthusiastically as he latched onto your pearled bud and sucked on it. Each motion was him mouthing and indulging in his every fluid momentum. He was romancing your pussy with his motions, his eyes meeting yours as he felt the call of your bliss reach the cusps of ecstasy.

Reaching behind his head and grasping a heaved fistful of his salt and peppered hair, tugging him both into you and away from you to grind your body against his assaulting lips. Wire muffled a soft, “nuh uh,” sound into your body and removed his face from your pussy immediately. 

“Just a little longer, and I promise it’ll be worth it,” he offered sympathetically, “You’ve waited so long. Surely you can handle just a moment longer?” 

“Wire-!”

Five.

Drawing you up the stairs to the rooms they’d acquired with minimal effort was likely the longest walk of Wire’s life. What was he to say to you? “Hi, honey. I feel so bad about the thing you disclosed to me a week ago and want to fix that for you? I want to make you feel so good, cum so hard, and force you into the cusps of overstimulation until every fibre of your being feels nothing but pleasure?” 

Not a chance. 

Formulating a conversation internally as to how to bring it up himself, he was broken out of his looping mind by a small squeeze against his hand. Closing the door to the room behind you both, you gently latched the door closed and flicked the lock switch into the iron fastening. 

“You alright, commander?” you asked softly before turning to meet his eyes with your own, “I’m not in any trouble am I? I didn’t do anything I wasn’t supposed to-?” 

“-No! I, uh, I mean… No. You didn’t, honey. I just,” Wire stumbled over his words, releasing your hand in favour of withdrawing his hood and ruffling his hair, “I was just thinking about what you said the other day when we were all talking about the regrets.” 

“Oh.”

Four.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you keened for him as he added a thick finger to your center and hooking it up to grind against your g-spot. Your eyelashes fluttered as your glossy lenses began to tear up over your lashline.

“That’s it, honey,” He praised you as he used his larger hand as an anchor to draw down your waist and press your ass back into the bed. “I’ve got you. You just wait on that edge, and I promise I’ll make you feel so fucking good. Just hold on.” 

Three.

“You said you hadn’t cum all year,” Wire clarified with you as he unfastened his cloak from his shoulders and rolled the joints back to remove the weighted material, “Did you mean it?”

Shock eclipsed your face as your lips drew slack. Wire followed your vision from your eyes to his bare shoulders now unshrouded by the tarp he usually wears to shield it. His own eyes drew wide as he stumbled over his words once more. 

“No, no, no, no, I, uh, I mean-,” he waved his hands to halt any thoughts that you may have felt regarding his disrobing in place, “It’s fucking stuffy in here, and I didn’t want the damn cloak on. I’m not meaning anything by it, I swear.” 

Your laughter erupted through your lips immediately, prompting Wire to do the same. You hadn’t even thought about the initial conversation earlier in the week. Nothing about it passed your mind due to how much fun you were having with your crewmates in the few days before the new year. 

“I don’t mind, Wire. Truly, I don’t,” you nodded while teetering off your laughter, “I honestly thought you guys would let it slide-, pass it off, even.” You shrugged nonchalantly while you moved to the other side of the room. A jug of water and a few glasses decorated the space, and you elected to pour two: one for Wire before one of your own as respect for his rank. 

You handed the glass to him and took the other for yourself. Both taking small drinks from your respective glassware, you spoke up to verbalise your woes.

“I don’t want or need your sympathy, commander,” you nod while looking down into your glass. “It was my own fault. I made a whole heap of shitty decisions, didn’t enjoy a few of the consequences, and I can live without cumming-.”

Two.

“-You’re gonna make me cum!” you whined before he halted all motion and removed his hands and tongue from your core. You mourned the loss of his attention before he replaced the hand clawing bliss from your center with his blunt cockhead. The small stretch took the wind out of your body as he pushed on in. Inch by inch he drew himself down into your smaller frame as he bit back his own groans of gasping pleasure.

He was thick, girthy, and made you feel fuller than you had in your entire life. The size difference between his nine foot frame and your smaller stature was adamant, but all of the earlier edging paid off as your cunt sucked him in. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” he whispered softly as he sunk himself down to the hilt. With his entire length now inside your walls and dragging against your walls. “You’re squeezing me so tight, honey. Fuck me.” A release of stringed, babbling curses fled his lips as he shallowly thrust inside you. 

Reaching down his hand to caress your face, he smoothed back skin and gently rubbed the pad of his thumb against the apple of your cheek.

“How are you feeling about it all?” he asked you while he gently rocked in and out of your hot, slick, cunt. “Too much, not enough, not like this, with something else to make it better like this?” His questions lingered in the air as your eyes squeezed shut. 

Each second that passed earlier had been almost a form of torture as you felt your orgasm fizz up, only to snuff out by the works of his lips, hands, and tongue. His cock had you feeling engulfed by his girth and stretched to your maximum capacity, but your body felt as if it would never reach the high it needed without him completely sheathed inside your cunt.

“Just like this, Wire.” You nodded up at him with your brows triangulating in the center of your forehead, “Please. Please, Wire? I need to cum. Please let me cum? I need you to make me cum. I can’t go another second without you inside me. Fuck me, Wire.” 

Wire found a new rise of determination swell within his abdomen as he set a brutal pace fucking into your desperate heat. At each cruel and unforgiving ‘plap, plap, plap,’ of his hips meeting your own, a small gasped and choking moan would spill from your parted lips each time his hips would still. 

“You’re being so patient, darling,” he praised you as he changed his position to cradle you up into his chest, “And you’re doing so well. This whole y-, fuck,” he rolled his eyes as he drew you up onto his lap. You straddled his hips and fucked yourself down desperately against his lap. Your clit brushed against his pelvis and neatly trimmed pubic hair, and your hands immediately drew themselves up onto his shoulders. 

“F-Fu-huck,” you cried out desperately as your edge again called to you. “Please, can I cum? Please, Wire? Can I cum? Will you let me cum now? Please?” Your desperation was picked up in every hitching syllable of your crying lips. Wire could do nothing but to cradle you against him and feel the way your walls began to rhythmically contract and squeeze him to the capacity you could. 

“Wait,” he gasped as he felt his own high ebb on the knife’s edge. He was so worked up from edging you for so long, he couldn’t let himself release before you had been given the chance to. The way your body felt made for him caused his brows to crease and eyes to squeeze tightly shut.

“Now.”

One.

“-I refuse to let your year start off without at least one orgasm under your belt, pardon the pun,” he chastised you firmly before rephrasing his ill-temper, “I mean, I… fuck. I’m sorry. Honey, we’re pirates. We sail, we drink - or some of us do, we fight, we fuck, and we cum. You… you deserve to cum.” 

“Wire-,” you started, only for him to strike you down with a further warning.

“-I won’t have it. You said, and I quote: ‘I wish I had orgasmed at least once this year,’ am I right?” he asked you softly while stepping towards the altar where you drew water for you both, “To make myself completely clear as glass: I am propositioning you. I like you, honey,” he confessed so plainly it seemed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to you. 

He gently raised his hand up to hover at your cheek, not yet bringing it to caress your skin and waiting for you to make a decision. Should you back out, he would leave you there to return to the party, or to sleep - both of which were more than viable options.

Or.

You were now given the chance to lay with your commander and experience being the central focus for a channel of lust. For too long had you laid back and endured the mediocre. For too long had you done all of the work for your partner to experience that encumbering high, only to roll over and slumber almost immediately. For too long had you journeyed with the Kid Pirates and withheld your feelings for the tallest commander in the hopes that they would die down and never rise once more.

But here he was, the man of your desires, offering himself to you in a way you had only ever dreamed of. He was willing to not only fuck you, but make you achieve the one thing you had long-since deprived yourself of. 

“I… I like you too, Wire,” you gasped softly while leaning into his palm with your cheek. You closed your eyes on impact and felt the emotions begin to trickle over the edge in every breath. Wire gasped as your head met his hand, a small moan fled his lips as he gazed upon you with nothing but longing and love. Lust lingered below the depths of his persona, but his love was adamant. 

“When do you want to do this?” he asked you while thumbing over your cheek and leaning in closer. His lips gently brushed its borders against your own, tasting the breath he longed to share with every soft touch. 

“Now.”

Happy New Year.

Pleasure crested in your chest as the encumbering heat bloomed in your abdomen. The long wait and long edge finally met your body with an eruption you had not anticipated. As he denied each orgasm he called you to earlier, a longer and more substantial release atop your lover’s lap. 

“Hhah-, fuck, m’cumm-ming-!” you slurred and babbled amongst your moans and whimpers. Your pussy throbbed and rhythmically squeezed Wire’s shaft in hot pulses as your release finally engulfed your senses. Wire continued to fuck you through it, keeping the pace steady as his own pleasure mounted inside your heat.

“Sh-Shit, I-I-,” Wire began as he felt your cunt continued to contract around him and milk him of his precum into his own high. “Fuck,” he called out a breathy exhale of your name as he shot his release deep inside your body. 

Cheers and hollers ricocheted from the group on the lower grounds of the occupied tavern as the crude slapping of your hips meeting his continued to clap against one another. Your high seemed never ending as his own fucked itself deep inside your body and punctuating every babbled word with its intensity. 

Your breaths caught one another as you came down from your crashing highs and riding the few lingering waves in the arms of one another. His cruel motions moved into rocks for comfort of both you and himself. His cum begun to spill out of your pussy and form a creamy ring around his cock as he kept you on top of him. 

“I… I, uh,” Wire halted in favor of a small chuckle, “I wasn’t going to allow myself to cum, you know? This was meant to be about you, honey.” You laugh alongside him as you nuzzle into his chest and brace his larger torso against your face. You whimpered into his touch while feeling his firm cock begin to deflate the longer the moments passed between you both. 

“I am glad you did. No way we both can’t start our year by cumming into it,” you smiled, only to sigh deeply into the way his heartbeat thumped against your ear. Your inhales and exhales were in perfect unity as your bodies still fit together as one. The sentimentality took you as you moved your head to gaze up into his eyes. 

“Happy new year,” you whispered in barely a breath. His lips found yours and hovered in his own response before claiming you entirely with a passionate and heated kiss to shepherd you into the new era. 

“Happy new year.”

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Y/N is busy this season.

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About to blast the Victoria Punk into orbit with my bad taste in music.

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Wire x Y/N

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I can live in his pocket or pants.

Dreaming of You

Series Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,800+

Synopsis: There was something not right about this scenario. Fear gripped you as you lay helpless and quivering beneath a figure you had never met. Fear gripped you, and the cusps of reality slipped further from you the deeper you gave in to his motions.

Themes: Accursed Prince Loki x afab!reader, dub con, non con hinted, size difference: extra large, Elbaf spoiler warning, NSFW, 18+, MDNI, smut, nightmares, terror themes, threats, violence threatened, fear, enemies that remain enemies.

Notes: Art by @skullfacedlady, to whom this fic is dedicated to because she needs more content with this beautiful, terrifying man. It is also not how I regularly write this little series, but I couldn't resist a little twist because my hand slipped. Position also heavily inspired by @don-mellow's art on Twitter (NSFW link). Two beautiful artists making me fall in love with this accursed prince, and it's a long way to tumble.

The atmosphere was sparsely illuminated by dull tongues of fire. Flickering against the cobblestone and revealing the giant’s mane and helm, a sinister grin split up his cheeks as he stooped below towards your small, quivering frame.

“Poor tiny human,” he purrs down at you, his voice reverberating in the chasms of your chest and causing your lips to quiver in fright. “All afraid and shaking.”

The rattles of the chains shackling his wrists was the only forewarning he gave before your clothes were split and shredded by one deliberate swipe. Fear gripped you as you were now bare before the giant, your eyes widening and flesh puckering in the cool of the air.

“No need for that face,” he chuckled, reaching down and expelling his cock from its bonds in his leathery pants. The tip was blushed a pretty hue of red, now revealed with a crude slap of his shaft springing up and catching on his stomach. “I have no intention of hurting my little plaything. Quite the contrary, in fact.”

The shudder in your body was the only response you made, your voice physically unable to speak or scream at the man to halt his actions. He dove down towards you, throat chuckling as a hefty wave of his warm breath met your flushed skin.

“I just want a look,” he growled in a deep baritone, “Open your legs for me, or I will open them for you. Trust, plaything, the former would be far more pleasant for you. Ankles to your ass, knees to the side. Now.”

A sob hitched in your throat as you made to move your body. As he said, you drew your feet slowly up to the bottom of your ass and butterflied your knees out to the sides. Turning your face away from him, you clenched your eyes shut and whimpered as you felt the huffs of his breath journey ever closer.

“Would you look at that, wee plaything,” his voice held a tone of teasing to it, “Such a pretty, flushed cunt all there for the taking.”

You screamed at him internally, pleading and begging for him to not attempt to put his cock inside you. It would kill you, given the fact his cock was larger than the size of you in your entirety.

His meaty fingers brushed against your side, tickling you with his teasing advances. You flinched away from his touch, but it only made him all the more enthusiastic about your little display. Drawing his hand up your torso, he used one hand to draw up both of your wrists to pin above your head by a single index finger.

“You know when I said ‘I just want a look’ just now?” he growled, stooping ever closer to you and dragging his whiskered chin over your naked chest.

“I lied.”

Just as you opened your eyes and began to make a motion to scream at him to halt, his fat tongue fled from his lips and licked a long stripe from your cunt up to your head. The slippery saliva dampened your pores, nipples pebbling as his hot breath cooled your skin when impacting the stripe. Your legs threatened to close to avoid the cold, but that thought was all but sprung from your head when his tongue returned to you.

Through panted, muffled breaths, the larger giant growled at you as he drew his slippery organ up and down your body.

“If you close your legs, plaything,” he mouthed at your skin, taking your cunt and ass into his mouth and flicking his tongue in messy circles behind his lips, “I'll bite the fucking things off. Leave them parted.”

You screamed internally at the thought, actions frozen in place as your thighs and knees became damp within the giant’s mouth. His smile only grew when he tasted your arousal beginning to pool over his tongue. Drawing your ass away from his mouth, he focussed the attention of his tongue against your slit: flicking his larger tongue against your clit to the best of his focussed abilities.

His tongue was porous, feeling each dip and elevation due to the insane size difference. It was larger than any cock you had seen in the past. The tip alone, now pointed and focussed, being of greater size than any toy you had found for yourself.

While pinning you with one hand, he reached his cock and began pumping it below you both. The drooling cock head twitched with every down thrust, the veins flooding his shaft with desire only swelling his need for you.

“That's it,” he praised you, the vibrations of his voice causing you to wail and arch your back towards his touch, “Give in to it. I'm not going to stop. Too much fun to be had between us, plaything.”

You felt the first cusps of ecstasy call to you, tingling in your toes and swelling within your chest. The muted moans and cries fleeing your lips held a gloomy echo, your eyes refusing to make contact with the beast lurking below you as he consumed your lust and drove you off the cusps of insanity.

“I can feel how close you are,” he chuckled, fucking his fist by bucking his hips down, “Let me hear you scream for me.” His thrusts were as manic as his tongue continued to flicker and swirl against your cunt.

Instead of maintaining focus of simply the tip of his tongue alone, he moved back to lengthy stripes, dressing your ass, cunt, and chest in a marriage of his saliva and your arousal each time.

It felt wrong on more levels than simply one. This giant’s touch, the way you couldn't speak, how you had no true control over yourself or how you responded to his words or actions, it was all too wrong. Just as you shook your head to attempt to free you of this internal line of questioning, your stomach clenched and sparks began to fly behind your eyes.

Euphoria bloomed in your stomach and flooded your veins with sparks and lightning. Releasing your ecstasy over the giant's tongue while screaming out in bliss, the giant moaned and chuckled down at you. Lulling and lapping, he greedily overstimulated you while you rode the waves of your high.

Pulling away, a large string of saliva connected his tongue to your cunt while he rose away from your panting and heaving form. Pumping his cock viciously, his tip began to bubble pearls of precum into his fist.

“What a pretty plaything,” he groaned out for you, his voice picking up in the corners of his throat, “I'm going to paint you to claim as mine. Look up at me now, plaything.”

His demands had your eyes meeting with the concealed gaze behind cream-coloured bandages, before your vision blurred by a crude splash of his cum meeting your face. Ropes of hot white uncoiled and burned against your head, torso, thighs, and cunt: almost drowning you in the sheer size of his load. Coughing and spluttering was all you could do as the giant barked out a cackled string of laughter.

“We are going to have so much fun together,” the giant’s voice echoed within your ears, muffled by viscous cum flooding your features.

With a fit of fiery adrenaline, you tore your hands away from his grip and sat upright. Eyes wide and manic, you continued on to release a blood curdling scream that rang throughout your quarters. Body covered in sweat, breath hitching in fear, undergarments covered with your sticky release, your eyes immediately found the door as it flung wide.

Immediately springing towards you, hands of rubber surrounded your form and coiled around you. The familiar feeling of your captain surrounding you was not unwelcome. Your arms immediately found their way to wrap around his back and bury your head in the crook of his neck.

“I couldn't move, I couldn't speak,” you sobbed manickly, curling into the embrace with your tears dampening his red best, “I was stuck, helpless, afraid. I couldn't-.”

“-Shh,” he hushed you, speaking your name slowly and quietly as he nuzzled against your head, “I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Just breathe with me, okay? Just in and out slowly. Just like you're smelling some of Sanji’s barbeque and blowing on it because the meat’s too hot.”

In your manic state, you manage to chuckle through the tears as your captain empathetically mirrored your laughter. He tightened the grip he had on you, squeezing his eyes shut and calming himself down alongside you.

He was usually a deep sleeper, but there was something about the way you screamed that seemed all too familiar to him. The helplessness, the fear, the torment. It was not a good scream to hear from anyone, least of all from his counsellor.

He invited you to serve on his ship because you had a natural gift. He couldn't put a name to it, nor could you, but you seemed to harbor a great amount of knowledge of decisions that lead to the best and worse outcomes in any given situation. Similarly to the way Nami can read the weather, you have this intuition regarding the future, knowing what would come to pass before it ever occured.

It doesn't happen often, not ever to this degree, and it could've simply been a nightmare: but it was so vivid, it caused you such great distress. Not only the vision itself, but the content of it. It was like you were trapped, and there was no one there to save you.

“When you're ready, and if you're able,” Luffy whispered against your ear, still trying to have you breathe with him with his arms surrounding you, “Tell me what happened. I'll listen, no matter if it was just a sea cow eating a part of The Sunny.”

He pulled away from your head, peering down and beaming at you with a smile. You gazed up at him through damp lashes and felt your breath control return to you. At the door to your quarters, the remainder of the crew stood in a variety of dress: from pajamas to their regular clothes, they all stood waiting for your words to come to you.

“It was a giant,” you whimpered softly, design your eyes between the two caramel orbs harboring nothing but love and understanding down at you, “And there was nothing I could do to stop it.”

“We've fought giants before,” Luffy nodded down at you, his brilliant grin still shining down on you as he smoothed your scalp with his hand, “Nothing we can't handle. We'll be right there with you, fighting the thing to the death. You'll see.” He whispered your name, holding you close and nodding down.

“That's just the thing, Captain,” you whispered back at him, breath as chilled as the grave and teeth chattering with your confession.

“You weren't there.”

“I'll see you soon, little plaything.”

Deep within the bowels of Elbaf, the larger giant chuckled with a large grin splitting up his cheeks. Cum covering his his belly, sheet discarded alongside his pants hanging limply off his ankles, chains rattling on his wrists, he continued to bark out laughter as he drew his fingers and palm over his sticky release.

Gathering the seed in the pads of his fingertips and smearing it over his flesh, he sighed out with a touch of whimsy in his tone.

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First Time: Wire

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 5,700+

Themes: Wire x afab!reader, first time, mdni, 18+, smut, NSFW, drinking, partying, fingering, coaching, feelings, plot, lengthy fic, virginity loss, Dom Wire behaves a little subby in some moments.

Notes: This one got out of hand and ran away with me. I hope you fall in love along the way with the big commander. This fic is dedicated to @a-killer-obsession who's work had me initially catch feelings for the big guy. I hope you enjoy this fic!

What started as a night of relaxing and making merriment with your crew, turned into a half-hazardly concocted drinking game between the entirety of the crew serving aboard the Victoria Punk. Ales sloshing lazily, laughs echoed throughout the canopies and draped curtains making their large booth private to the public eye. Although their space was secluded, many would not be able to drown out the uproarious hilarity springing between the easy rapport of the crew.

“Never have I ever been pegged,” a crewmate suggested, resulting in laughs and many of the crew taking hefty swigs.

“Never have I ever engaged in pet play: whether owner or pet,” another suggestion prompted a large assortment of your crewmates drinking their fill while laughing. You peered down into your tankard with a forlorn expression written on your face.

While you loved your crew, and enjoyed raising hell and creating mayhem wherever you docked, you truly haven't done any of these things. A small, romantic kiss on the cheek was all you ever received before taking up arms and bending the knee to Eustass Kid as your captain.

The crew was friendly enough, and one of them would’ve indulged you if you'd asked them to, but there was one thing holding you back from ever expressing it.

They were all so experienced, and you were afraid you'd mess it up.

“Never have I ever fucked in public,” more merriment and drinks sloshed over the brims and into the mouths of your friends. “Never have I ever cried in relief during or after sex.” A surprising number of crewmates raised their cups to their lips, or drank from their straws between pursed lips. “Never have I ever been overstimulated and forced to have multiple orgasms in a single session.”

While the game continued on, you continued peering down into your beverage and glared at the contents, never falling even lower than a butterfly’s wing. The only time you managed to take a sip was before the content became raunchy, and even that was tame.

At a gruff call of your name, you snap your head over towards your captain.

“Not drinkin’?” Kid cackled at you, “Either you ain't hearin’ half of this shit because you're lost in ya’ mind, or,” Kid leaned forward in his seat, a challenging twinkle lurking beneath his smudged eyeliner, “You're not half as adventurous as the lot of us in the bedroom.”

This garnered a large uproar at your expense, a fluster rising in your chest and causing your face to swell with heat. Breath hitching, you could barely speak to your defense before your stoic defender snatched the tankard from your hand.

“Thanks for holding my sixth for me, sweetheart,” Wire took up your cup and rose it to his lips, taking a small swig from the rim, “I know you've already finished your two, but I appreciate you takin’ care of me.”

Wire raised the tankard to his lips and took a hefty swig from the lip of the container. Upon returning to his regular stature, he swayed in his rhythm, and a little spilled some of the contents within the container on the ground beneath him.

“Fuck, I-I think I’ve had a bit too much,” he slurred his speech, hooking his arms on your shoulders and pressing his cheek to the crown of your head, “Take me home, would you? See you lot back at the ship when you stumble on home.”

You looked to your captain who clicked his tongue before waving you off, dismissing the two of you for the night. You hastily braced the towering form of the giant dwarfing you, ensuring his body was flush with your own while you aided him in his stupor towards the door.

Upon meeting the outdoor air, you sucked in its freshness and took a moment to truly satisfy your senses before fully preparing yourself to take the larger man towards home once more.

“Easy does it, Wire,” you encouraged him, slowly attempting to aid him in his motions with every step. “Just walk with me, commander. Mirror my steps with yours.”

Each stuttered step he took was marred with a lazy stupor. His body clung to yours as if it was the only tether anchoring him to the earth. With every foot forward you placed on the footpath, Wire would attempt to place one of his own: only succeeding in rolling his ankle and staggering every step he took.

Finally reaching the commander’s quarters, you aided him to sit on his bed while drawing his curtains to a close. While you and the commander were not as practiced in this routine, you wanted him to be as set up as he could be while experiencing a moment of weakness.

Reaching down, you claimed one of his boots in your hands, followed immediately by the other as you placed him into his bed. While he sat up on his mattress, you unfastened the brass buckle of his cloak and gently rolled it away from his shoulders in a bid to aid him in his comfort.

The taller man furrowed his brows as you aided in his night ritual, peering intently at you in awe of your next move.

He witnessed your every action while he allowed you to take care of him on the way back to the Punk. Every kindness, every soft moment, every smile while you guided him home had been a large change to his usual company. It had been so long since he experienced such sweetness, he had no clue as to what to do with it.

Just as you managed to hook his cloak on the hook and reach for his sleep-slacks and readying him more for slumber, as you would your own, a firm hand circled your wrist and held you steady. He placed your hands back inwards of yourself gently with a small smile.

“Never mind me, love,” he softly whispered, releasing your wrist and giving it two soft taps in response. “I'm alright. I wanted to give you an out. Looked like you were uncomfortable with the conversation, and I didn't like seeing you with that unease. You can leave me and go back out, or get some sleep. I don't mind.”

Wire, as it turns out, straightened his spine immediately to sit upright and hold your eyes with his own. Rolling his neck on his shoulders, he hissed out with every click before satisfying his joints and holding himself firm.

“You-...” You halted your speech, peering at him with widened eyes and your lips gulping, “...You're sober?”

Wire couldn't help but chuckle, removing his meshed socks and leaving him in his harness and briefs while he readied himself for bed.

“Of course I'm sober. You think I can't handle six drinks in succession?” He shook his head gesturing down to himself, “Honestly. Look at me, bright eyes. One little drink is worth maybe a fifth of what I can hold in my person. Six is barely one to me.”

“Then what was with-?” You began, only halting once he chuckled over your question.

“-The little act? Please,” he shook his head, releasing him of his harness and reaching for his dark sleep-shirt beside his bed. “I… look, I don't want to be too forward here, so please halt me if I speak out of place.” Shrugging his dark shirt over his head, he snickered up at you.

“You hadn't touched your drink. I clocked it as soon as we began the little contest,” he gently carded his fingers through his hair and shook his head. “If I noticed it, it was only a matter of time until the captain did, and knowing him? He’d ask questions. Didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh,” you sigh out softly, “I-...” Peering down at your toes, you feel that somber wave come crashing over you, “...Thank you.”

“You ace, aro, uninterested, repulsed, or inexperienced?” Wire asked plainly, tugging at his shirt to adjust the wrinkles. “Being perfectly candid with you, there's nothing wrong with any of those answers. Just curious, is all. Go on. Humor me.”

“Inexperienced.”

“Oh?” he queried, tilting his head to the side and taking you in. “How inexperienced?”

The silence that followed that question was more than enough for Wire to place the pieces together. Slowly peering at you, he moved his dark eyes over your body up to your eyes that clearly avoided him.

“Do you want me to walk you through it?” he offered simply, offhanded as if he was implying for you to take an extra sandwich he prepared for himself in the kitchen. “Just one friend to another. If you're curious, that is.” He slowly turned away, his throat catching as the implications caught up with him.

“Not saying you need to. If you're perfectly content with remaining you are now, I just-...” Your eyes slowly rose to meet his understanding ones, your expression daring him to say more. “I just want to help. If you want me to, that is.”

You sniff out a small scoff with your eyes rolling at his suggestion, turning your head from him and facing the door. The shuffle of material indicated he was changing out of his hot pants into his sleep slacks, using the opportunity of your eyes no longer watching to do so.

“While I appreciate the offer, commander,” you offer with a subtle sneer, “I'd rather my first time not be out of pity, but because someone found me attractive.”

Reaching for the door and beginning to make your exit by turning the handle, you're cut short by a loud, shrill whistle cutting through the air sprung from the lips of the commander behind you.

“Oi,” he barks out coarsely, “Turn back around, would you?” Apprehensively removing your hand from the door, Wire orders you one more time before you're far enough from the door, “Lock it behind you. Trust me, we're both going to appreciate it.”

Doing as he's commanded you, you flick the latch locked before turning back around to slowly examine the commander with your eyes. Wire has one single brow cocked, peering up at you. Clad in only his fishnets and small briefs sans torso harness, he wriggled his index finger to beckon you in while patting the mattress.

“Come here,” he offered you, more as a small taunt than an order. Huffing out a growl, you saunter over and plop yourself onto his bed beside him. Reaching forward, Wire grasped your chin and slowly coaxed you towards him.

“Kiss me,” he suggested with a small smirk, tilting his head to the side and drawing in closer.

“I just said-.”

“-You wanted your first time to be with someone attracted to you,” he parotted your words back to you, arching his brows and offering you more of a smile in place of his smirk. “And I wouldn't ask you to kiss me if I didn't.”

“Commander-.”

“-Kiss me.”

Darting your eyes between his, you scrunch your nose up before slowly tilting your head and brushing his lips with your own. You watched as his eyes fluttered closed. His eyelashes brushed with your cheeks as he slowly guided each motion and roll of your lips seeping into his. You felt prompted to close your own, feeling completely in awe of how easily you two fell together.

Quickly giving yourself over to it, your mouth mirrored his movements, opening and parting with his to match. Wire pulled away, gently whispering against your lips while his hand relinquished its hold on your chin.

“Open.”

Unsure as to what he meant, you felt him lean in and softly pried your lips open with his own. His tongue darted out, seeking out yours and brushing against the muscle with his own. You felt your breath flee from your chest as his hands slowly drew down to your thighs and rubbed soothing circles against your body.

“Good,” he whispered his praise against your lips, gently tugging at your lips with his own while pulling away. “You've kissed me. Well done.” He lulled his head to the side, slowly drawing his palm up to cup your cheek within. “You're learning quite quickly.”

With a scoff and roll of your eyes, you swat his hand away and turn your head back towards the door. Wire follows your gaze, before turning back towards you and seeking your cheek out with his lips.

“You could leave,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek with a smile, “Or,” his lips traveled to your chin, the tickle of his facial hair tingling against your skin, “We can see where this goes.”

“Oh?” you snap back, turning your face to meet his with a look of intrigue. “And where do you see this going? Going to take my virginity, Wire? Kiss away the pain at the stretch and tell me it'll pass?”

Taken aback a little by your comment, Wire furrows his brows and darts his gaze around your face. Settling on your eyes, he curls his upper lip in response before offering you his rebuttal.

“One, I am quite fond of kisses, and would gladly offer you any affection you want whenever you want it,” he spoke with only truth found within his gruff rumble, “And two, if it hurts, I haven't done a good enough job of making you ready to take me, and will strive to do better.”

“What?” you ask cautiously. Wire slowly reaches for your hand, taking it in his own and rolling his thumb over the back of your knuckles.

“Sex can hurt the first time in some cases,” he nodded, reaching your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against the back of your hand. “A slight pinch, a little sting at the stretch, but when properly prepared by a partner?” He turned your hand in his grip, pressing his lips to your palm, “Going slow with complete trust between you and me?”

He traveled his lips to your pulse, pressing a sweet kiss against the rapid rhythm coursing through your veins.

“The whole experience can be pleasurable.”

Hastily snatching back your hand again from his grip, his confusion was only temporary as you placed either palm beside his cheeks and drew him towards you. Your lips clashed with his, causing his breath to hitch as he allowed you to dominate and control each motion and movement.

Repeating the motions he'd pressed into you a few moments prior, his hands find your hips and gently guide you to straddle his waist. Your knees crawled forward, placing them either side of his hips without breaking the intense kiss.

Wire offered to help you through your first time, if you're willing to share such a circumstance with him. You've surprised yourself to know that you were more than just willing.

His sweet words and gentle motions coaxed desire from you the longer your lips found his. Desire and need begun to grow in intensity, your breaths coming out in gentle pants of breath while he smiled against your lips.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, breaking the kiss against your lips and feeling your caress immediately draw down to press against his neck. “Ah, shit.” He whined as his head lulled to the side and permitted you to kiss, mouth and bite at the side of his skin. “You need to slow down.”

“I don't want to slow down,” you whisper against his neck, “I want to go all the way, commander-.”

“-Wire.” He corrected you, moving his larger hand up to circle the scruff of your neck and lifted you back. Your eyes met his, finding only kindness and desire in his expression. “If I'm going to be joining myself with you, for the first time at least, I'd like you to use my name.”

“Wire,” you tested his name against your palate, feeling the way it rolled off your tongue and grew the thickness in the air between you. He spoke your name in turn, leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours.

“Doing a good job,” he praised you, “Now, think about what you want.”

“I don't understand, Wire,” you furrow your brows in puzzlement. “I've told you what I want. I want everything.”

His hand gently cups your chin, thumbing over your lip in a gentle circle while smiling at you.

“Not what I meant,” he shook his head, his nose scrunching playfully up at you. “There's a variety of ways this can go for us, and I'm going to ask you what you want before I just do it.” You dart your eyes between his, briefly down to his lips, and back up again to his eyes.

“I don't understand.” Your shrug caused him to scoff and click his tongue at you.

“You really haven't done anything like this before, have you?” he asked, causing you to shy away from his touch and look down to where your lap met his. He chased your gaze, drawing up your chin in his grasp to meet his eyes. “It's not a bad thing, sweetheart. Just means I'm going to have to be explicit with you. I can do that, just stop me if it gets too much. Just stop me if there's something that interests you.”

“Gets too much?” you furrow your brows, “Interests me-?”

His hands fall to rest on your thighs as he leans his larger frame down to whisper against the shell of your ear.

“I can touch you, you can touch me,” he punctuated each statement with a smooth kiss to your neck and ear. “And by touch, I mean: I mean my cock and your cunt.” A warm flush spread up to your cheeks and caused your breath to hitch. “We can use hands, fingers, mouths, toys, tongues: anything you want to coax out your pleasure with me, I am offering it for you.”

You felt arousal begin to pool in your undergarments, weeping from your slit and causing your abdomen to clench at his words. He continued to press kisses against your skin, moving his hands towards your waistband and hold you flush against his hardening cock.

“Or, you can grind in my lap like this,” he motioned you backwards and forwards, slowly rocking you atop his lap in motions that hit your clit and caused your breath to hitch. “You can also do this on my face, and I can please you that way.”

“Wire,” you gasped out, moving to place your hands on his shoulders to steady your movements.

“Is that where you're wanting to go?” Wire asked you, his breath tingling against your neck and erupting it in goose-flesh. “You can take those pants off right now and get off on my face if you want.”

“N-No,” you stutter, pushing him away to lay him flat on the bed beneath you. He chuckled, holding his hands up defensively. You crawl up his larger body, arching your back and pressing your chest into his. “No, I don't want that. Not this time.”

“Oh?” he smiled lazily up at you. “Want me to keep listing the things I am prepared to do with you?”

“No,” you uttered firmly. “I don't want you to keep listing.”

“But I didn't even get to talk about the kinky shit, honey,” he teased you, moving his hands up to gently caress your skull and grip the base of your head. “I've got a strap you can peg me with, if you'd prefer it-.”

“-Wire,” you warned him, causing him to chuckle further up at you.

“Yes, dear?” he teased you, moving his hands down to weave around your waist. “Did nothing catch your interest so far?”

You huff in mock agitation, slowly leaning down and pressing your lips against his. He hums enthusiastically, reciprocating your kiss with similar motions. His smile never left his face, his hands slowly dipping and caressing your body with his broad hands. Pulling away from his lips, you couldn't fight the smile growing on your lips as he continued to stare up at you.

“I just want…” you stop yourself, feeling his eyes never leaving your own. He didn't mean to make you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, but it was a feeling you felt nevertheless. “...I just want it to happen naturally. I don't want to talk, I just want- ah!”

Wire cut you off by flipping you beneath him and caging you within his broader arms. His eyes darkened, staring at you in a manner that felt scolding.

“Communication is everything to me,” he growled, reaching down and immediately ripping your pants down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed. You shrieked back, moving to cover your center with your legs, only to feel them being pried apart by Wire's hands. His fingers sought out your core, gently carding through your folds and testing your arousal.

“For example,” he continued, his eyes focussed on your expression as your breath hitched. “I need to make sure you're actually wanting this. I need to know how wet you are for me.” His fingers dipped up to you with your clit, his legs holding your legs apart by pinning them down. “I need to know how you touch yourself, so I can bring you over that edge myself.”

“Wire-!” you cry out, already feeling your slick seep out and weep onto his hands. He chuckled, continuing to hold you hostage to your desires while championing you towards the edge.

“I need to know how you want me to fuck you,” he purred in your ear, leaning forward and watching as you scrunched your eyes shut and parted your lips in bliss. Drawing closer towards your euphoria by his hands, he leant down and dusted your ear with his whisper, “I need to know how much you want me to.”

“Oh, fuck, Wire!” By simply his fingers teasing your clit and playing with your entrance alone, you felt your world crash around you. White split your vision while Wire ripped an unexpected high from your body. 

“There you go,” he watches on hungrily as you coat his fingers in your slick while softly rocking with every twitch. “Good job, cumming for me.” His greed had him wanting to overstimulate you and tear another three out of you, but he withheld his urge and slowly removed his hand from your pussy. 

Your chest heaved, feeling overwhelmed at pleasure being coaxed out by the hands of another. Wire slowly drew his hands either side of your hips and rubbed his hands on the bones. 

“That… was mean,” you panted out, moving up to support yourself on your elbows. 

“‘That’ was showing you the importance of healthy communication with bedroom partners,” he rolled his eyes at you before redressing his face with his smile. “And it was also me showing you how dedicated I am to this.” His lips gently eased down to press against your forehead, “How dedicated I am to you.”

“Thank you, Wire,” you offer him with a soft pout. He smiles down at you, his expression charming you with its honesty. 

“Do you want to continue?” He asked you. His eyes were hopeful and soft, something you truly did not expect to be on the receiving end of from the taller man. 

The embarrassment and fluster only grows when you feel your body hastily recover from your former high and begin to grow once more. Your need is apparent in the way you brush your legs together and attempt to find friction. Wire notices your need once again growing between your legs and chuckles down at you. 

“Words.” He nodded down at you. “You have them. Use them.” Lying back on the mattress beneath him, you gaze into his eyes through half-hooded lashes. 

“Please.” 

“There you go,” he praised you, gently caressing your cheek with one hand while expertly using the other to tug down his sleep pants. “Good job finding your words.” 

He drew away from you to open his bedside drawer, pulling out a metallic packet and tearing at the serrated corner. You watched with interest at him rolling the elastic sheathe over his cock, now revealed over his waistband. 

Wire, the man over nine feet tall, was extremely large. His cock was thick, heavy, and already weeping from the tip now shrouded beneath the gummy material. Your first time was about to be taken by the hands of a giant, and you were beginning to doubt your ability. 

Sensing your unease, Wire peered down at you while the tightened lip of the condom fully met his base. He had faith you could take him, but viewing how your anxiety began to claw up to your face, he felt the need to soothe you. 

“Would you prefer we don't? Or I could use a toy?” he queried, leaning down by concaving his chest in a deep arch to meet your forehead with his. “I know I'm larger than you, but I have faith you can take me. If you're unsure, I'll stop right here.”

You darted your eyes between his, giving a quiet shake of your head while hooking your knees over his hips. The tip of his cock pressed against your slit and caused you to automatically seek it out to coax into yourself. 

“I don't want to stop,” you utter firmly, reaching up and carding your fingers through his salt and peppered curls. “And I don't want a toy.” You tugged him into your embrace, forcing his tip to begin it's intrusion into your core with your breath hitching. “I want you. Just me and you.”

“Fuck,” Wire gasped, feeling the way your walls began to stretch around him to invite him in. Although dulled by the thin sheathe holding his cock within, he could feel how wet you were to accommodate the stretch. 

Once his tip goes in, it stings at the ring of muscle straining to take him within you. You suck a hiss through your teeth, causing him to still and hold your motions back. He notices the telltale signs of pain on your features, printing him to reach down between your bodies and gently rock the pearled bud at the top of your pussy. 

“You're so wet, and you feel so good,” he praised you, feeling your pain falling from you and pleasure homing in on its place. “You're doing wonderfully, sweetheart. We can just rock like this if you like?” 

“No. Keep going,” you whined at him, feeling the most full you had ever felt. You had tried to enter yourself with your fingers in private, but nothing felt quite as comforting as this man coaching you through the stretch and filling you with his cock. As his fingers continued to tease at your clit, you felt yourself open up more to him with your pussy eagerly sucking him in. 

“Oh, fuck,” Wire shuddered out, almost losing himself at your enthusiasm. He was trying to maintain control of his motions, but you were simply too much for his body to truly handle. 

The truth of it all was that Wire had a crush. Heat was the first one to point it out to him, to which he denied and denied until he could deny it no longer. His heart swooned for you at each kindness you brought onto him. You were sweet to him, a sweetness he hadn't known in quite some time. 

Your sweetness was always honest and true: not found in company he paid for, or pleasure being thrown at him by locals from port to port desperate to fuck a pirate. Knowing he was your first, having the task of drawing out any waves of bliss he could to your persons? He felt more infatuated than ever with you. 

Just those sweet kisses alone had him hard beneath his sleep pants, a likely confession he would surely make once he had you screaming out in ecstasy and receiving the appropriate amount of aftercare from him. He adored you, and wanted you to be his. 

Finally sheathing most of his length inside your walls, he felt the barrier of your cervix giving him some pushback and alerting him you were stretched to your limit. He peered down at you, noticing your flushed skin and parted lips huffing and panting as you felt fully stretched for the first time. 

“W-Wire,” you shuddered out, sniffling while overwhelmed by the full feeling in your belly. He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, withdrawing his cock only to slowly rock it back into you. 

“There you go,” he praised you against your lips, pulling away only to praise you further. “Look at you. Taking me like I was always made for you.” 

The feeling of being stretched so fully was foreign, and you truly didn't think you could cum from this alone. As soon as you thought it, his hand still between your legs rocked your clit in time with the slow rock of his hips. You let out a needy mewl, your back bowing as more of your slick fled from your pussy to dampen Wire’s bed sheets beneath you. 

“Good job, bright eyes,” he continued to rock into you. “Just like that. Relax into me, and I'll get you where you need to be.” He increased the pressure and frequency against your clit, his hips rocking in more heavy intensity. Each time his mushroomed tip hit your cervix, your vision buzzed and throat choked at how stuffed he was making you feel. 

“Too much, too little?” he panted out, forcing your eyes back up to meet his face as he peered down at you. 

“Is-... Ah-...” Your voice caught in your throat as you felt yourself draw nearer to the edge once more, still over sensitive from the orgasm prior. “Is this even good for you-?”

“-Don't you fucking dare doubt it isn't,” he barked down at you, removing his hand from your clit and hooking his hands beneath your shoulders to cage you in closer. “I-I’m trying to make you feel good, but if you want me to just fuck you like an animal, I can do that too.”

The new angle managed by his cock entering you from this close proximity had you immediately more comfortable. There was something pure about being held so closely. Having a man between your legs losing himself within your body like this felt more pleasurable than if he continued to hold himself away from you. 

“So good, Wire, ” you whined up at him, lacing your ankles behind his back. His crotch hit your clit with every in-thrust, feeling his cock begin to twitch within you. The tightening in your stomach indicated how close you were, as did the crude squelching from Wire's cock diving into your pussy with every in-thrust. “Right there, right there!”

“Ah, sh-shit,” Wire barked out, feeling spurts of his cum already beginning to swell the condom as he almost toppled over his edge. He continued the pace, turning his head and claiming your lips beneath his own in a rough and needy kiss. 

Your walls begin to spasm around him, crying out for the second time, just as he meets his edge. The intensity of your ecstasy caused your teeth to latch onto his bottom lip, causing him to immediately flood the sheath with a heavier release. the joint euphoria caused the room to thicken as your heads both swirled with the bliss. 

Steadily rocking to a close, he pulled out his cock while maintaining contact with your lips against his. Hands found one another's heads, a mixture of hair, sweat and heat rising between you both the longer you held his lips on yours. 

Wire had fucked before. Many times before. More times than he could truly count before you. But the feeling of your lips meeting his, the little whimpers as you felt your neediness dissipate into a soft afterglow was foreign to him. 

While this was your first time laying with another person in its entirety, this was truly Wire's first time in making love to another person. He knew in that moment that he couldn't go back to friendship, and truly hoped you felt the same. 

Pulling away from his kiss, you looked up into his face and met a foreign expression from the taller man. Still slightly knocked for a loop at the intensity of your orgasm, you caressed his cheek with your hand and thumbed over the styled whiskers sprouting against his cheek. 

“You okay, Wire?” you asked him innocently, feeling a dull ache begin to set in within your abdomen and sting at your entrance. He darts his eyes between yours before retracting himself from your arms and rising to stand. 

Without much warning, he hooked his arm beneath your knees and at your back, cradling you into his chest and coaxing you off his bed. No words were uttered from his lips as he drew you to his private ensuite and began readying a bath for you. 

“Wire, what are you doing?” you asked him softly. He continued to hold you against himself while he tested the water with his forearm to check its temperature. Filling the bath to the brim, he gazed softly down at you and sat you atop his knee while aiding you out of your shirt. 

“Wire, talk to me-.”

“-I’m pouring you a bath so the ache doesn't hurt so bad tomorrow. It has Epson salts in to aid in repairing the muscle pains,” he nodded softly, maintaining eye contact with you while aiding you within the bath as you stood on shaky legs. “This is as important as working you up to take me. Need to ensure you're taken care of afterwards.”

You sighed out as the water overwhelmed your senses as much as Wire's sweetness was causing you whiplash. 

“Careful, Wire,” you warned him with a soft laugh, eyes closing as you felt his hands dip into the water and work your shoulders out of their tension. “You're going to make me want to do this again and again, never leaving this room if not to do my duties or eat.”

“While that was not my initial intention,” he purred against your ear behind you, “I would be lying if I didn't say I didn't want that now. Would that be such a bad thing?"

“What?” you gasp, turning back to face him. “What do you mean?”

“I wouldn't mind doing this again with you permanently. Exclusively,” he admitted softly, his expression almost sheepish, “If that's something you want with me.” 

You sigh, shaking your head with a smile before peering up at his downturned eyes. With the power balance between you now shifted, you slowly reach for his cheek and guide him down towards you. 

“I would love that, Wire.”

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🎶 Happy Birthday to Me 🎶

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Heat x Y/N "Backstage"

A nice tight "hug" from our favorite zombie guitarist.

Full naughty version and more here.

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Hot Springs with Kamazo (Killer)

Naughty version on my Patreon. Come sin with us. 💖

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ha Ha HA, Killer, IT WAS I WHOM YOU ACCEPTED THE PASTA DATE FROM, YOU FOOL…

I brought you flowers 💐😌, I may be the fool instead, fool for you

Sorry, I think he is busy playing mermaids. 🧜‍♀️🫧

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Killer deserves a break. Nice shoulder rub maybe, some good vino and pasta. Rum-soaked cake, a mug or twenty of his favorite booze.

No need to worry, just put on this face mask, and these cucumbers, and sit back and relax. Enjoy the soothing dulcet sounds of calm waves and distant gulls.

Nice warm sun…. 😇

*waves @swampstew by so she can go find Kid*

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I shamelessly did a research about the Nitro… uhh…. Something. It turns out it is this;

A SONG, KID, A DAMN SONG ✋💀

He even made explosion proof underpants.

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Nah, tbh I think Wire looks like an oversized ant… Ant Queen, since that booty slays like he, #slayallday

Gimmie a high five!—

Who am I kidding, I’m too short.

*cries in 5’4”*

Wait. KIDding. Hehe, KIDDING.