Birthday Request Event - 2024

Gift 11 - Eustass Kid x cisfem!Reader

Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: cisfem
Character: Eustass Kid
Vibe: NSFW dubcon/dark
AU: Vampire AU
Prompt: Contractually Obligated 

Summary: You signed away your rights to a vampire because circumstances left you little choice. Now you're learning exactly what that means.

Content Notes: dub con, rough sex, vaginal fingering, forced orgasm, spit, crying, oral sex.

Additional note: The first couple paragraphs are from Honeysuckle: Red, and I just went and took a dark turn away from the original story for this. Enjoy.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise - 

THIS IS EXPLICITLY STATED OTHERWISE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

"... I'm not naïve." You grumble, sitting up.

A heavy force shoves you into the bed, and after your brain catches up with what's happened you're almost nose to nose with the vampire. Golden eyes hold your gaze as his fingers twitch against your hands. He forces your hands to your sides, a grin splitting his face as you reflexively struggle.

"You are terribly, deliciously, painfully naïve, little flower." He assures you, head tilting as you can feel his breath against your neck. "The pleasures I could find in you don't even begin with the euphoria of drinking you dry." You can feel his fangs tease the small hairs on your body, not even truly touching your skin.

The sensation and situation have your heart pounding, in fear you think, but you felt fear when the marines knocked at the door, and this wasn't that. Your body aches to move, but as pinned as you are you can't even twitch. Your face is flushed, and your breathing is coming out wet and heavy, and you aren't sure you could hear him over the sound of your own breathing, but you didn't miss a word.

"The sounds you don't even know you can make." He promises you as he shifts again, catching your attention with his eyes. "Yet."

You feel the weight of his knee come up onto the bed and begin to shake so much you're almost hyperventilating. His eyes glow a blood red and you feel your heart slow, making it easier to breathe.

"You offered yourself up, little gift." He reminds you, leaning down and licking against your lips. "Obey your new master and open your fucking mouth."

You're still for a second, pressing your lips together before closing your eyes and opening your mouth. You feel his hands flex against your arms, in appreciation you hope. Better that than anger.

A sudden spray of warm liquid coats your mouth and you realize just before he leans down and plunges his tongue in, that he'd spit in your mouth. The realization causes you to struggle, but a low growl rumbles against your body, and a chill down your back holds you in place.

His tongue probes and teases your mouth before pushing down into your throat. He's so much bigger than you in every regard that it's hard to breathe as the flexible muscle pushes deeper and deeper. You protest, a choked sound squeaking against your throat, but while your lungs start to burn from lack of oxygen, you don't gag.

He leans back and you breathe deep, coughing and sputtering. Your lungs are hungry for air and you're dizzy from the rough action. It's sinking in just how in over your head you really are. He wasn't tearing you limb from limb, but there wasn't any real mercy in his actions either.

"Look at that, you do have some use!" Kid grabs the collar of your torn dress and rips it open like it's made of paper. Before you can even move to try and cover yourself up he's pulling the tattered remains down, tucking them, and your arms behind your back. "Move your arms, little gift, and I'll rip them off, understand?"