Birthday Request Event - 2024

Gift 37 - Eustass Kid x transmasc!Reader

Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: transmasc
Character: Eustass Kid
Vibe: NSFW Yandere
AU: Canon
Prompt: Pliant When Horny 

Summary: You brushed Kid off, unintentionally, but that matters little, and now he's going to ensure you're willing to rely on him.

Content Notes: bondage, that kind of ambiguous consent that comes with yandere, fingering, light breath play, forced orgasm, edging, denial, public viewing (the 18+ crew watches the events unfold), mdni

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

No one was allowed to touch you - not even you yourself.

Your hands and ankles were tied to the main mast on the deck of the Victoria Punk. It wasn't a punishment, not really, but Kid wanted something from you and you weren't in the mood to give it to him. So he was going to make sure you got there. One way or another.

Aside from the rope holding you against the mast, the only other thing you wore was a custom leather collar with a little heart dangling from the front of it that said "Good Boy". Your legs were parted enough that everyone could see your cunt, and most of the crew had taken to taking their breaks right next to you.

Being watched so casually was driving you crazy.

No one dared to break Kid's rule, but they did talk to you. Some mentioned how cute you were, some gave you water to drink, some pointed out how wet and turned on you looked.

Killer would check in on you, letting you down from the mast to go to the bathroom and eat, watching you carefully during it all. If you wanted relief, you were going to get it from Kid.

It was all because he caught you humping a pillow, and when he offered to take care of you, you'd told him he didn't have to. You'd just meant he didn't need to waste his time, but Kid took it as a rejection. Honestly, you should've known better. It's been a year since Kid declared you his, and while you've long since come to accept your situation, you'd think you would've learned your lessons better at this point.

When Killer tied you back to the mast after dinner, using leather cuffs to keep your wrists and ankles from chaffing, he'd put a slender, but bumpy, metal dildo into your vagina. You hadn't realized how worked up the day had made you until you nearly came from the cold metal. Killer tied it in place with rope, warning you not to cum, if you came while he was tightening the makeshift harness he'd have to tell Kid.

Killer, at least, was merciful enough to not tease you on purpose while he worked.

Still you were panting by the time he was done.

"Please," you sigh as he straightens up. "Please, Killer, I... I need him." You admit, looking in the direction of the workshop.

"I'll let him know, little one." He promises, walking away and leaving you where you were.

The cool metal was warming up thanks to your body heat, but it was so hard and bumpy it was impossible to ignore. Killer had done you a kindness, the ropes keeping it inside weren't run up against your clit, but the ropes themselves seemed to be trying to work you up.

By the time Kid came out onto the deck you were gasping and squirming, unable to find relief, and unable to calm yourself down. You were needy, so terribly needy, and he just stood there and watched you for a long moment before finally saying something.

"Need a hand, little mouse?" Kid asks finally and you nod your head, nearly crying.

"Yes, yes! Please! I'm... I'm sorry." You whine as he tilts your head up with a finger. "Please, I - I just... you're so," you gasp your sentence cut short as the metal inside your pussy starts to move. "Important! You're so important I didn't want buh-bother you!"

"Mm, and what have you learned?"

"I'll - ahhh! - I'll come to you!" You cry, toes curling as you try desperately to not cum. "Cum for you, cum when you tell me too!"

"An if I tell you no?"

You nearly sob. "I'll wait, I'll wait," you gasp the words, vision hazy as tears well up in your eyes. You're so close, but you can't cum yet, you know that much. "I'mma good boy, I'll be good!"

Kid snaps the ropes keeping the metal dildo inside you, letting it fall onto the deck.

"Want me to help, little mouse?" Kid questions flatly and you nod.

"Please."

Kid kneels down on the deck, eyes holding yours as he licks your wet slit. You moan, shifting in your bonds, the rough wood of the mast against your back. He puts his hands on your thighs, holding you still as he slowly, carefully, and tenderly licks and sucks your clit.

It's not enough to push you over the edge, but it's enough to make you moan and whimper, garbled pleas falling from your lips. You don't even care that the rest of the crew is watching, or that Killer is standing nearby, cock heavy and hard in his hand as he strokes himself lazily.

Kid flicks his hand and something cuts the ropes holding your arms. Your hands disappear into his hair as you lean forward, holding onto him for balance.

"More, please, Kid," you risk the request, voice dripping with need and he hums. You're certain you can feel him smiling against you as his tongue gets heavier against your clit.

Two thick, hot fingers push into your cunt and you buck, your hips grinding into his face, as the orgasm nearly takes you. As close as you are, as needy and desperate as you are, there's at least one lesson you know well enough.

"Please, please let me cum!" You cry as Kid drives you closer and closer. "Please, please, I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum, please let me, please!"

Crying you try to pull him away, but even as you tug on his hair you know it's useless. Eustass Kid is a mountain and you're a mouse.

"Fuck, fuck, please, fuck, I can't - I can't!" You writhe and struggle and beg, with your legs still held to the mast you can't squirm enough to give yourself a break.

Just as you think you're going to disobey him, his hand's at your throat, holding you harshly against the mast again. "Cum, mouse." He commands, fingers plunging deep as his thumb teases your clit and his hand cuts your air supply thin.

There's no denying the command. It's a mercy and you know it. You clench down on his fingers, mind hazy with euphoria, relief, and lack of oxygen. He doesn't leave you to black out, easing up and letting you pull in big heavy gasps as you sob and cry, the wet moans of your orgasm leaking from your lips as much as your sloppy cunt is dripping on the deck.

"Good boy." Kid grins, not stopping and watching you. "Don't let the crew down," he grins, and you become keenly aware of everyone watching you. Touching themselves. The most dressed person was Kid. The attention sent another rush through you. "Cum again, little mouse."

"Ah, please," you shivered the words, you were close but you came so hard you weren't sure what would happen. It was too much.

"Mouse." Kid's voice forces you to focus. The golden brown eyes have you entirely, even though you know everyone else is watching. "Cum."

Kid curls his fingers and the second orgasm slams into you so forcefully you squirt. Pleasure cascades down Kid's arm, splattering onto the deck as your body convulses against the mast, ropes groaning as your legs try desperately to close. Hot liquid splashes against your skin and you're vaguely aware of Killer nearby, one hand on the mast the other working himself through his own orgasm.

Kid pulls his fingers out, pressing them into your mouth and watching as you slowly start to come back to yours senses, moaning against his digits. He grins, leaning in and licking your neck before leaving a heavy kiss against your skin.

The ropes holding your legs go slack and you sink into Kid.

"Don't worry, little mouse," he says, lifting you up and walking away from the deck. "After I fill you up, I'll clean you up."