#wireface x reader.

No, I'm not a Human

Wireface x Reader.

Summary:Reader could not contain herself, the thought of wireface made her think unspeakable things. But while she was getting herself off in her room, wireface had stumbled upon her when he had just come to check up on her.

With Readers failed release, he steps in to help her.

Stuff:A lot of smut.Fingering.Readers first orgasm.Wireface ruining Reader with his fingers.Ooc Wireface.Sweet talking.Masterbation.Fingering.First time.Voyerism?Sex with injury but the injury is NOT being used.Wireface my husband.

!!Smut!!

You shuffled on your bed, you could not hear anything. You were almost positive you were gonna be alone for the day. No one goes around during the day, and most of the remaining survivors have learned to sleep during the day.

You move closer to the drawers you had next to your bed. Trying not to hurt your already pressured wound,

Pulling the drawer open, you eye at what you have to work with. Your vibrator had lost charge a while ago, and you are not injuring yourself even more to get some battery on it.

So instead you reach for a black, silicone penis. You hated how people gave sexual items silly names. Dildo does not sound fitting for something that looks like a man's genitals.

You laid on your side a bit, not fully, but at an angle so you can reach your lower regions.

Your frontal hole was already slick, so you did not need spit or lube.

Dragging the piece of equipment lower to your entrance.

You slowly started inserting it, the intense feeling making you whimper softly. You brought a hand to your mouth. You had other residents in the home with you, so you being loud was not an option.

Once the device was all the way inside you, you had took a few breathes. The feeling was not something you were used to. Going a while without touching yourself or having any release at all made any sort of sexual affection foreign to you.

Slowly, you had pumped the device in and out. Feeling every inch of it inside you, brushing against your inner walls. You muffled a few whimpers, but no matter what you try, you feel pleasured but un satisfied.

Moving your hand faster and pushing the device as deep as it could go did no help. But you were not going to give up. You remember the tone of wireface, how his voice had sounded.

Your mind drifted from his voice to his hands, imagining what his fingers would feel like if they were inside of you.

You knew you should be thinking of someone so lewdly, but you could not help it.

Wireface was the only person in this place that helped you take care of yourself. And god was he handsome.

You continued the best you could, you could feel a knot building in your abdomen, you had almost finally felt release for the first time.

But it was all taken away as quick as it came.

The sound of your bed room door creaking made you jolt up, seeing a all too familiar figure looking at you from your door way.

Wireface was stunned at the sight of your sweaty face and hand clasped over your voice. He was not disgusted, more so shocked he had wandered upon you looking like this while your actively injured.

You pull the blanket to cover your face with a look of disappointment.

Wireface did not know what to do, he felt a little bad for staying a little longer then he should have stayed. But another part of him wanted to help.

Just as much as you grew infatuated with him, he had fallen for you within five days of staying in your house. Your kindness had drawn him in.

He almost wished he was the one making you feel well, but you do not understand eachother.

He did not know what had possessed him, but he took a few steps closer to the end of your bed and placed his hands over your blanket covered knees?

He wanted to help, but he had no idea how to ask.

You watched him place his hand on your knees. As much as it was a dream for a man as dashing as him to be in a room with you all hot and sweaty, you were confused as to why he was acting like this.

"Ovg nv svok. Kovzhv...(Let me help. Please...)"

That is all you heard from him, he lifted one hand and gestured towards your lower area,you were confused. Was he asking to see?

You hesitated, but the look of his eyes and his face made you think otherwise. Slowly you lift the blanket up, revealing your lower region to him. He stared as your bareness in awe, you were truly the most beautiful women he has laid his eyes upon.

Placing his hands on your knees, spreading your legs a little.

He looked up at you, for conformation to go ahead. You did not know what he was planning to do to you, but you nodded anyways. You did not expect to feel his fingers press against your section, they were warm yet cold compared to the heat of your sex.

He looked up at you for one more confirmation.

You did not expect this to happen, but you were not complaining. Half of this is a dream, having the only man in this house that you fancied between your legs, the other half is wondering if you succumbed to your injury and this is heaven. So you nodded one last yes to him.

With the confirmation, he pressed two of his digits in, lowering his body towards your sex. He pumped his fingers in and out, they were about the same width as the toy you were previously using. He made a scissoring motion inside you, stretching you out enough to fit a third digit, curling them to find your sweat spot. You mouth at the feeling, so he continues, taking it as a sign he found it.

You had already pressed your hand back to your mouth, whimpers threatening to spill past your palm. You had never felt something this good in your life before.

Wireface had one hand stretching your walls out, while his other one was holding one of your thighs softly, preventing you from closing them on instinct.

He wished he could taste you, but due to his facial injuries, he did not want to risk anything happening, so he settle to pressing soft kisses on your inner thighs, leaving bites on some areas.

His thumb had moved between your folds, wiggling around before locking onto something. He began rubbing your sensitive bud, your back began to slowly arch of your bed. You were a whimpering mess at this point, but he did not mind one bit, you were ethereal in his eyes.

Your other hand had clung to the bed, as much as you wanted to stable yourself on his hair, you did not want to hurt him.

You could not focus on anything around you, not even anything he could have said.

You felt a strong knot building in your abdomen, wireface felt your walls clenching, feeling you were close he had sped up his pace, his fingers curling more than they already were. He began rubbing faster, whispering sweat nothing's, not that you could understand.

"Hfxs z tllw trio.(Such a good girl.)"

You could not hear him over the overwhelming good feeling in your lower parts.

You felt the knot getting bigger, you began trembling.

And before you knew it, you had broke. Your inner walls were trembling. Your back was arched and your legs were shaking drastically. You tried to catch your breath, wireface had helped you over ride your orgasm, hushing you.

Once you were calm, wireface had gotten up and left.

You laid on your bed, breathing heavily, hair sticking to your forehead, beads of sweat still dripping down your brow.

Wireface had come back with a wet cloth in hand. Kneeling infront of you, he cleaned your lower area before folding the cloth and coming to your face. Brushing the hair off of your forehead before wiping the sweat off.

You did not move, to full of bliss to process that he was cleaning you.

You did not even feel the soft kissed he pressed on your lips before wrapping you up in a blanket. Making sure you were not to hot, but covered enough to hide your nudity.

Before you knew it, your eyes grew heavy, you slowly drifted off to sleep, face flushed and finally satisfied for once in your life.

Note:I did my best, I read a lot of fanfiction so I was just remembering how other authors wrote smut to make it look good enough. Also the damn ask a question polls keep coming up when I am in the middle of writing I don't know how to get rid of it. Send help, and feedback please. :D

ESPECIALLY Wireface. I saw like one female implied fic and it took away the fact that he speaks a different language.

Wireface x Reader.

Summary:The days don't seem to end and life does not get any easier in the face of the world you were damned to live in. Upon wanting to give it all up countless times, a cute guest in your house helps you stay on your feet. Although a language barrier is currently the strongest thing in your residence. Your growing love for this foreign man is stronger.

Stuff:Wireface x Reader.Fluff.Reader has trauma.Fem Reader.Reader is tired of everyone.Wireface has trouble expressing feelings.Reader might have emotional trauma.Character death.Reader is scared to show feelings.Wireface my husband.

You did not know how long you could keep going through life like this.

Shotgun on your back, you trotted around your home to check on you guests. It was the same everyday, you know by now everyone residing in your home are not visitors. But with loneliness and boredom, you find it is all you could really do to keep you going, to remind you that you have people looking to you for help and shelter.

The gun on your back meant nothing, sure you've eliminated anyone you deemed a threat and kept the innocent alive, but that doesn't make you any stronger.

Truth is, you knew you were pathetic, you never felt comfortable leaving your house before the world went to shit, it wasn't like you ever had a choice, you felt anxious living on foreign land. You only recently managed to properly grasp the native language, but did it really matter now? You never even spoke to residents, you didn't need to, you gave them food, water, and checked them. You didn't ask them for much, didn't even care that they never thanked you.

You just wanted rest.

But you could not rest now, you had one more person to check up on. A man that came later on in the rise of visitors. He came to your door crying, mouth sewn shut with wired stitches. You felt bad for him, pitied him almost. But pity does not do much in this world, that was all you knew to keep you going. Everyone is out to keep themselves alive, why care for anybody else?

You were different, your kindness was a whole different conversation. You played it no mind, it was only human you had thought.

Knocking on the closet door holding a plate of food on one hand, you had waited, you heard mumbling on the other side. The man had taken off his stitches the same day he had arrived, you just wished you could understand him. You do not speak his language, all you could understand was 'Help me' and 'Thank you'.

He had opened the door and look at you, you eyed his mouth, still red from his injuries. If only you had enough medical supplies to help those in your house that are injured. But unfortunately you don't use it for helping other, call it selfish but you would rather die then live with injuries.

You hand the foreign man the plate of food and left before he could mutter out a word. You did not feel like talking, and for a man who spoke another language. He was the only guests willing to chat to you. If only you were good at hiding your distress from these past few days, eyebags do not disappear in seconds after all. And crying quietly every night did not help you get any better. If it were not for the fact that you were the one that held the gun, you would of been shot dead because of your red eyes.

You had laid on your bed, everyone in your house was human, no visitors are here, no one has come in a while. You should not be so stressed. So why did your chest ache?

You did not want to talk to anyone, the looks they give you were enough. Some looked worried about you, some looked annoyed with you for your lack of self care. But the foreign man did not show any of those emotions. You would not know though. You always went in and out to quickly to actually see if he were one of your more ungrateful guests, the kind to grow annoyed over your constant check ups, your lack of emotion.

But what you also did not know was that he heard you crying every night.

Wireface, what you had began calling him. Had been worried sick about you, infact, he wanted to come check on you tonight. He had not known where your room was, knowing how quiet the house is, he could only known that everyone else had fallen asleep.

The closet door was so close to your room so it was not that hard to find you. He had knocked, but no answer. Upon hesitation, he turned the knob and opened the door. Your room was dark compared to the outside world. The blinds on your window was closed shut to the point it looked like it was night, only one small ray of light being able to push its way into your room.

His eyes had darted from looking at the darkness of the room to your sniffling figure on your bed. Your back had been facing him, but he didn't need to see your face to know you were in despair.

He had slowly walked over to you, trying to be as quiet as possible. You were obviously fast asleep, yet you were still crying, were you having a nightmare? Were you that upset that not even sleep had brought you an ounce of peace?

Wireface could only hope you just stopped crying.

He was not annoyed by it, but he heard it every night he himself wondered if anyone else in the residence had actually tried to check up on you.

He had reached the other end of your bed and knelt down, he felt awkward trying to help you, but you looked so lost and sad he might also start crying.

He reached his hand up to brush the hair out of your face slowly, it was stuck to your tear covered cheek. Rubbing circles on your cheek slowly and softly with his thumb.

"Shhh..." He shushes you as he continues rubbing circles on your cheek until you stopped crying.

Once you hushed, he had gotten up and looked at you more closely. You were sleeping with your gun next to you, your grip slowly faltering. Maybe all this was because you were scared, who wouldn't be, a world gone to shit with violent people running around and a sun scorching the spring environment. How the flora around your house has not torched up yet is a miracle.

He began to walk away slowly and quietly. Trying not to wake you, mumbling to himself.

"Ru lmob R xlfow fmwvihgzmw blf...(If only I could understand you...)"

The sun had set, you had woke up, cheeks surprisingly dry. Usually they are still sticky with tears when you wake up. Maybe you finally slept peacefully?

You would usually follow your daily routine, take a shower, brush your teeth, get ready, try to go out and live a world you were meant to enjoy.

But when the world decided it wanted to make another event to go down in history. You lost all motivation.

Plus, brushing your teeth might make you look like a visitor, why clean your teeth if clean teeth is what could get you killed?

You made your rounds, checking people in the same order, always leaving the foreign man last. You decided that since the bathroom is the only room that is free that you would decide to have a shower. You were about to head to the foreign man in your closet until you had heard your front door being knocked on.

The sharp sounds made you slightly jump, gripping your gun you headed over to it.

You peaked out of the peep-hole and saw the same old man with a gun, he seemed to have gained more fingers and teeth for his necklaces.

He was rambling on about he couldn't find the pale white man that you are pretty sure is running around naked.

You tune out most the conversation, you just wanted him to leave, you did not tell him though. You have seen how he acts when walking around the street, killing anyone he thinks is a little off or suspicious. You just let him ramble on about what he was previously doing, well, until he brought up a demand from you.

"Let me check that your not one of them..."

He had no emotion but anger on his face, you swore he always looked like that. But this time he actually looked more scary than crazy. But then again, crazy people are scary.

You could only look in shock, you were in no position to deny someone else holding a gun. Especially someone who seems more skilled.

"What would you like me to show you?" Was all you could say, maybe if you acted compliant he would think your human and leave, ofcourse your human, your eyes are only red because you suck at bottling your emotions to last a day without breaking. You just wished he chose anything but.-

"Your eyes, show me your eyes."

You froze before the words even finished coming out of his mouth.

"Can you choose something else?.." You softly pleaded.

"Why? Have something to hide? Show me your eyes or I'll blow this place to pieces."

He demanded, you noticed the grip on his gun growing stronger, he looked like he had already made his decision. Yet you still gave in, cracking the front door open and opening your eye lids a little.

You did not have much time to react before he started spewing insults and names. Claiming your one of those monsters, yea you saw that coming...

You shut your door before he could try to burst in and shoot the place up.

You see him through the peep hole and its clear he had his gun up and ready to blow you through the door. You could just move away so you are not affected. But he would just torch your house up. So you quickly grasp your gun and point it. Silence followed, you then pulled the trigger. As you heard the bullet leave, it shot through the door, but you also didn't notice the other hole in the door as you felt pain searing above your stomach area.

You hear wheezing on the other side of the door before it silences. You could only hope he is dead. The smoke coming out of the gun and the blood seeping out of your body was a give away to what had just unfolded a few seconds ago.

By the time this all went down, wireface had grown confused. Keeping track on the genuine time you would wake up and check on people, he noted that you were late to coming to him. Did you find out he went into your room last night? He decided to step out of the closet to check. Walking around he heard rushed footsteps, coming across the front door with two jagged holes and blood puddled up infront of it he decided that maybe he should have stayed in the closet.

Meanwhile you were in the living room rummaging through drawers, the tall man on your couch looked at you with concern and curiosity. The sisters paid you no mind.

You were clutching your wound so hard with a random piece of clothe you found to the point the blood refused to seep through the fabric.

Standing up, you began heading to you room with a med kit stored in the drawer. Walking with a limp in your step, barely able to move without pain seering into your entire body. You did not even bother to pay mind to the stares of those in the living room.

Slowly limping you come across wireface, who was about to make his way back to the closet. You made eye contact with him, you were not surprised you were caught injured, more so awkward that you were found limping to your room.

As you turned to continue slowly limping to your room, it did not take wireface much to catch up, he really only took two steps and reached for your shoulder. He did not even know what happened. Were you shot?

He had slowly dragged you to your room, he wanted to help you, after all you had helped everyone that has taken shelter in your home.

Sitting you down on your bed slowly, he had no actual idea how to bandage people up. He will just do what he saw people do at the medical facility he was at, before his mouth was stitched.

He had taken the clothe from you,he froze, seeing a lot more blood then he anticipated.

He took some disinfectant wipes from the now open medkit and slowly pulled up your shirt/dress,(hoping your wearing shorts.) And began to clean the area as gently as possible. He took the small disinfectant spray and started spraying your wound before getting a bottle of alcohol from the kit, putting it on the wound to wipe the more sensitive areas.

You hissed in pain, you could not physically look at him while he was kneeling infront of you and helping you at your worse. Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to control your breathing, he had noticed but did not say anything. He was far more focused on making sure you did not bleed out.

He took the same cloth you had previously pressed on your wound and folded it, pressing it back on. He then unrolled a bandaged, it look soft and was enough to wrap around the area to keep the cloth in place. He began wrapping in around you, being careful not to get extremely close, you were already injured, he refused to make you in pain AND uncomfortable.

Once he secured the bandage he had stood up, he couldn't say much to you, so he smiled at you before walking out of your room.

You did not really know what to say instead of thanking him but as you opened your mouth he was already gone, hands in his pockets as he walked away.

You really were grateful, but somehow you also felt angry. You had tried so desperately to seem more collected with your emotions and you almost broke infront of a man who you don't even understand. Out of all the residents in the house you have no idea about his thoughts on you or his personality in general. He could literally hate your guts and decided to help you because you looked to pathetic to ignore.

You just hope that maybe sleeping would help you relax, but sleep is hard when you have a bullet wound in your stomach.

Wireface sat in the closet. He was bored stiff out of his mind, he can not really talk to anyone, everyone here speaks a different language. So he decided to look in your storage boxes, he knows he should not be snooping in your stuff, but he has nothing better to do.

Plus, he has had his eyes on a particular box.

It was a box shoved to the back on the lowest shelf. It was the only box that had a insane amount of dust on it. Good thing he didn't have a dust allergy.

He pulled the box out, he didn't plan on fully decking out the whole box, he just wanted to see what was forgotten in here, a bit of him is just bored, while another bit of him wants to use this as a way to get to know you.

He came across a stuffed animal, it seemed to be a basic bear, worn down over the years. He placed it gently on the space next to the box as he continued rummaging. Finding a card, he didn't understand what it said, but he still looked at the writing anyways.

"Happy 16th Birthday from your old pal!

It has been awhile since we talked since school, I have always wondered how things have been hanging with you ever since things had went down a bad path. Sometimes I wished to visit you, but since your currently in Russia I unfortunately can not. I wish to see you again in the future to catch up.

You DID say your parents were planning to live in Russia after you graduate. So maybe before you graduate we can have one proper farewell. I would love to hear about your time in Russia once you come back to (Home country.).

I miss you, have an amazing birthday!

Love:_____"

The state of the card makes it look like it is ancient, must be really old. Why was it tossed in a box? Maybe old memories?

He then rummaged again, finding and old book. It seemed like a photo album.

He leaned against a wall while holding it, flipping through the pages. It showed the progression of someone's life. Starting off on baby pictures and progressively getting older and older.

He was able to make out the child to be you, the eyes, hair and facial features match yours.

It showed pictures with other kids. And adults, your siblings? Parents? Friends? Who knew.

Once he flicked to your teen years he noticed that some one is missing, there were two adults originally. A women and a man, but know only a man remained.

You used to look so happy, but he can see through the photos, you didnt look so happy anymore, like the smiles were forced. You looked hurt, broken? You definitely looked like you needed a hug that's for sure. He noted.

Soon enough he reached the last picture placed in the album. It was of you, you looked how you did now but younger. Your mind seemed else where. You were reading and someone stole a picture of you.

It was the last photo in the album, followed by many unfinished pages, left forever empty.

"Dszg szkkvmvw?(What happened?)." He had said to nobody.

He decided that was enough searching, he did not really learn much, only that you have a birthday card stored away and that you looked lost in your photo album.

As much as he feels guilty for snooping in your belongings. He now holds curiosity, did something happen? Why is that the only birthday card in the box? Why did you shove the box away to be forgotten?

Note:This is the first ever proper fanfic I have written, I mainly wrote this because I barely see anything written in this fanfic, let alone about wireface.