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loverboykirstein · 6 months ago

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disobedient // kinktober fin.

sebastian (sdv) x afab!reader

wc: 4,228

mdni -> dom!sebastian, bloodplay/knives, overstimulation, humiliation, unprotected sex, breeding, restraints, filming

*** "mm, yeah i bet,” he drug the pad of his pointer finger down the center of your chest, eyes soaking up every inch of your goosebump ridden skin. “ ‘s too bad, shame you’re stuck here on display like the whore you are,”.

your face ran hot, shame clouding your mind for a second too long.

“what’s else you do while i was gone, huh? did you stay here like i told you to?”.

his forehead was pressed against yours, cold against your heated embarrassment you were trying so hard to cover.

a soft shake no, his pupils dilated further, enough for you to feel them on you.

he knew you couldn’t stay at the farm all those days in a row, seeds were needed, fish were out to soak up warmth after such a long winter, monsters needed to be kept at bay in the mines.

but you disobeyed.***

“you’ve been bad, haven’t you?”

a red hot face, whimpering softly as you shook your head no.

“you know how i feel about lying, princess,”.

lifting your chin with his index and his thumb, seb forced your shameful eyes to meet his.

it wasn’t your fault that he had left town for a few days with the band in the middle of your busiest season, soil perfect for so many seeds you couldn’t keep track of time.

it wasn’t your fault that you were used to his touch winding you down nearly every night, unable to keep his greedy hands off of you.

so of course you had to do it on your own, the bright pink toy you had gotten in secret tucked away behind the farming manuals in your nightstand.

you just happened to forget to unplug it, left in plain sight, caught red handed.

going to bed without a drowsy release was nearly impossible, tossing and turning until your aching body had been purged of its tension through quivering walls and a puffy clit.

an addict, really. he had turned you into his little mutt, whining for his attention the moment you caught a glimpse of him.

“i-”. you hadn’t ever explicitly told him, too embarrassed by such a filthy act, too needy that you caved in and did it yourself, too desperate to wait for him. embarrassed that you depended on him.

“spit it out, be a good girl, yeah?” his slight pout was falsified, used to cover up the rapid pace of his heart knowing he finally got the chance to punish you, the first time you had been disobedient. after all, you weren't technically his, too afraid of the commitment that came with a bouquet.

“i- i’m-”, too overcome with the sudden reminder that you could be punished, full of shame and disappointment, but also the chance to be a fucking brat.

“i just couldn’t help it,” you batted your lashes, teeth pulling on your bottom lip to cover up the giggle you created thinking about it all. unable to walk properly and covered in bruises, bandages covering slivers of hidden reminders that to him, you were his.

“i told you to wait, did we forget how to listen?” he tsk’ed as he dropped his fingers from your chin, letting his palm sting your cheek to remind you that you always listened to him.

“i don’t have to listen to anyone,” you crossed your arms, fully succumbing to the act to pull him as close to his breaking point as possible.

“oh?” he scoffed, grabbing the collar of your shirt and tugging you closer to his darkened stare. “i think we need a reminder of who you fucking belong to,”.

“i don’t belong to anyone,” mischief rattled your teeth, running your tongue across them to calm the buzzing that vibrated all the way to the hinges of your jaw.

“oh you’re fucking asking for it, aren’t you? get on your fuckin’ knees, dirty bitch,”. his grip nearly tearing your shirt, pulling you to the ground in one swift motion.

blinking hard, the hardwood bruising your knees on impact, saliva pooling in your mouth as you sinfully awaited his imprint on the back of your throat.

“the fuck you waiting for?” he gripped your face, insides of your cheek mashed against the sides of your teeth.

taking your sweet time, reveling in his inability to keep his sadism at bay, you let the denim dressing his legs fall to the floor, pre-stained boxers following suit.

the slap of his length hitting his stomach nearly made you drool, too long without his twitching head so close to you.

you ran your tongue up the underside of his twitching length, lazily blinking as you gazed up at him through your pretty lashes.

wrapping your hand around the rock solid base, spitting on his cock for makeshift lube, kitten licks soaking up every last drop of his slightly salty pre.

right hand stroking him gently, waiting for his core to tense a little harder before giving him the warmth of your throat.

you were a bad girl after all, right?

“quit teasin’,” he seethed through gritted teeth, fingers running through your hair as a silent plead.

“or what,” you giggled, not sparing the time to look up at him anymore.

“do i need to fuck some sense into you?” a rough pull of the tender strands of hair between his fingers forced you to look up at him, jaw clenched and eyes blown.

“you’d do that for me?” a flutter of your lashes once again, false innocence plastered on your face haphazardly.

“prove that you want it, then i might,”.

as your dripping walls clenched around nothing, you let him sink into your warm mouth, nose pressed against his clean shaven skin as you fought back the gagging brought to life by him pressed against the back of your throat.

slow bobbing sped to sloppy sucks, saliva coating your hand that worked in unison with your equally coated lips.

tongue swirling around his swollen tip, jaw locked open to accommodate the size.

pretty hums vibrated against his aching cock, harder than it had ever been, the smell of cigarettes dissipating against the blurring heat in your cheeks, hyperfocus on your performance, forgetting all about the brat living inside your perfectionist soul.

at the mercy of his ruthless pace, hips forcing himself further as he fucked your pretty little mouth raw, using the steadfast grip on your hair to shove himself further down your bruised throat.

both hands gripped his thighs, the only sense of stability against his clouded vision using you as nothing but a toy, chest heaving against your sputtered coughs.

tears pooled over your lash line, tickling your red-hot, oxygen deprived face, streaming down your neck and mixing with the mess caused by his greed alone.

a signal twitch, fingernails digging into your roots with whatever strength he had left, sputtered ropes forced their way down your battered throat.

salty sweet, only savoring the taste as he slowed his pace, your swollen lips sucking out every last drop of his treasured seed.

he wiped your tears away, both thumbs running across your cheeks, a sense of pride hinting at the creased corners of his eyes.

“see, you can behave,” a single chuckle, a little taunting, seeing if you’d take the bait. “just takes a little reminding huh?”

“like i really had a choice,” a dramatic roll of your still glossy eyes, pulling yourself to your feet to see how far you could push before he snapped again.

“ha! silly girl..” his voice trailed, tugging your clothes off of your still unstable body before you could really recognize the full extent of what he was doing.

“little hard to resist when you get too needy, huh?” crossing your arms, you were quickly shoved onto the bed, impact nearly knocking the wind straight out of you.

“do we need a reminder of who was the needy one here? who just couldn’t help themselves? who kept this a secret for lord knows how long?” three tsk’s of pity brushed past, his white knuckle grip on your sides pulling you flush to the headboard.

straddling you on either side, you let your hand take control, tracing his slit with the pad of your thumb.

body leaned over you, hands reaching behind the posts that aligned either side.

oh fuck.

he wasn't supposed to know about those.

Before you could begin to fight back, his free hand tore yours away from his sensitive tip, locking your wrist in padded leather cuffs.

a repeated effort on the other hand, pulling against him just for the fun of it, giggling as he struggled to get you still enough to lock you in.

in nothing but your slick soaked panties, arms outstretched and held against the sturdy oak bedposts and thick leather.

“this’ll fuckin teach you,” his unblinking eyes on yours, full of something you couldn’t place, something you had never seen behind his black lashes and smudged eyeliner.

“bullshit,” falsified confidence hiding the ice cold shiver in your spine, knowing you were in for it.

“you really are just a whore aren’t you? i’m sure the whole town would love to see who you really are,”. his voice was harsh, no longer bitten back, the devil on his shoulder taking over his every cell. “i’m sure they’d love to see you put in your fucking place for once,”.

a few hard blinks of confusion, before your face burned with embarrassment. the whole town?

this is going to complicate things. very fast.

reaching over towards your nightstand, he unplugged the bright pink culprit, the reason you were bound to your bed between his legs.

“let’s see what this is all about, yeah?”

your heart sank to your stomach, knowing you were downright fucked.

you knew he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied, fascinated with punishing you with the very thing that put you in this position.

pressing the power button, your favorite pre-set speed rattling between his fingers.

slipping the toy under your waistband, lips parting with a sigh as it brushed against your aching bud, just for him to drag it down your slit, coating the toy in your own slick. already dripping more than enough at the slightest touch, the humiliation you felt knowing his phone would soon catch you in your most vulnerable state.

a quiet gasp left your sore throat, feeling him nestle the toy right where it was made to be, violating your clit at the perfect pace.

ensuring it stayed in place, he let the elastic band of your sopping wet panties hold it exactly where he wanted it.

“cat got your tongue?” his laugh felt deeper, almost sinister.

“fuck off,” you spat, choking back the whines you refused to let him hear so soon.

“excuse me?” appalled at your vulgar outburst, harsh blinks and open maw.

“fuck. off,” you squinted at him, brain falling a little fuzzy with a mix of just a little too much of everything.

he scoffed in your general direction, reaching over towards the nightstand opposite yours.

closing your eyes in the brief moment of his distraction, pressing your tongue firm against the roof of your mouth to suppress the submission the pulsing vacant walls that cried for him wanted to succumb to.

“you really are dumb as hell,”.

you watched his scarred hands fold black satin into a perfect blindfold, raising your brow at the material you had never seen before.

with no room to move, forced into darkness against cold fabric tied around your head.

“now, don’t make me gag you too,” you jumped as his unexpected palm hit your cheek, stinging with a gasp of both unexpected contact but a tightening of your core.

“you’d really wanna stifle me? miss out on the pretty sounds you love so much?” swiping your tongue across your teeth again, trying to hide the bratty smile that grew with every word. “didn’t you want me to put on a show?”

your blood pumping at the speed of sound, eardrums burning with nothing but blood vessels speeding through the intersections of your veins.

“you want all your little boyfriends to see you plead for mercy, is that what is it?”

you’d never been so scared, so anxious, so wet.

soaking straight onto your bedding, biting back every sound you wanted to let out so painfully bad.

knowing he wanted others to see, wanted to make you submit, salivating at the idea.

maybe…

caught off guard by your own perverted fantasy, one you only thought about when you swore you were in heat, taking two. hell, three even.

feeling his warmth leave as your mattress adjusted to only one body to support, you heard the faint sound of his phone unlocking, the click of a record button pressed.

exposed face burning in embarrassment, fully exposed and robbed of not only sight, but the ability to flee.

“showtime, dirty girl,” he whispered in your ear, appearing at your side silently, heart leaping out of its cage at his breathing on your neck.

do i really want him to do this?

everything’s gonna change-

am i going to be respected at all anymore?

left without a choice, knowing you made the bed that you would have to die in, letting your eyes close behind their fabricated darkness to pretend evidence of your bad behavior was being documented for all to see wasn’t happening.

bitten-raw lips parted as conversation settled, only focused on the toy you had been distracted from, not fully realizing how badly you already wanted to finish.

unable to resist, at the mercy of sadism in the flesh, snuffing out any sense of innocence that could have remained inside your bedroom.

through scattered kisses and broken blood vessels, your throat soon adorned more bruises than you could ever cover discreetly, trailing down your chest.

palming one tit, his mouth preoccupied with another, tongue lapping circles around your hardened nipples as your whimpers turned to moans, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you, your throbbing hole aching for attention.

marking every inch of you, his name written in the bruises, your heart frustrated that so many of its hard working vessels were crushed by the teeth of man, by the possession of man.

fingernails leaving trails of scratches down your sides, tongue always coming back to drink up your cries, messy and hard.

feeling the knotted ribbon of your core begin to snap, wrists pulling against the restraints as your back arched, pushing the pulsating vibrations against your bundle of nerves even tighter.

every part of you struggled against the perfectly sewn cuffs, pain of restrained hands making the final thread snap, unraveling at the mercy of hot pink silicone.

“dirty, dirty girl. how come you don’t ever shake like that for me?” his breath settled in your ears heavy, wanting to respond but too fuzzy to make a whole sentence.

you hadn’t been violated in a long time, so used to falling into sleepy hands and lamp-lit thrusts, gentle in nature.

you knew he just wanted to help, to reward you for all the hard work you endured. day in and day out, building a life quite literally from the ground up.

he didn’t want to wear you so thin all the time, often only catching 4 or so hours a night, and he felt guilty using you when you had exhausted so much of yourself already.

but fuck did this feel different, satisfying the urge you always felt for more more more.

he nipped at the edge of your jaw, humming a chuckle at your overstimulated whimpers.

you had never gone beyond one orgasm before, just enough to get what you needed and carry on to bed.

the repeated vibrations, pinpoint accuracy, choked up with the sound of your blood pounding in your ears.

“ ‘s a lot-”. more slurred than steady, pinching your eyes at the pressure applied by his knee against your cunt.

“mm, yeah i bet,” he drug the pad of his pointer finger down the center of your chest, eyes soaking up every inch of your goosebump ridden skin. “ ‘s too bad, shame you’re stuck here on display like the whore you are,”.

your face ran hot, shame clouding your mind for a second too long.

“what’s else you do while i was gone, huh? did you stay here like i told you to?”.

his forehead was pressed against yours, cold against your heated embarrassment you were trying so hard to cover.

a soft shake no, his pupils dilated further, enough for you to feel them on you.

he knew you couldn’t stay at the farm all those days in a row, seeds were needed, fish were out to soak up warmth after such a long winter, monsters needed to be kept at bay in the mines.

but you disobeyed.

trying your best to hold back overstimulated cries, both of his feet hit the hardwood floor, paces taken towards the bathroom.

leaving you alone, wrists bound, writhing in something not quite pain but not quite pleasure, nearly on the cusp of a second orgasm before you could hold it back.

returning with a first aid kit, your heart skipped a beat at what you knew that meant, the sound of the plastic case on the wooden table enough to knock your heart out of place, coarse throat running dry.

“gotta be still, gotta make sure you remember who you belong to, m’kay? obviously that dumb little brain of yours doesn’t work very well,”.

the possession he held over you was downright intoxicating, fueled every dopamine receptor in your being to fire off harder than they already were.

he wanted you to be his, only his, to the degree unimaginable by most.

and there wasn't a goddamn thing you could do about it.

towering over your writhing body, switchblade in hand, permanently marking you as his.

the urge to leave bright red reminders, ones that you would feel under your clothing while you were out on your daily adventures. ones that couldn’t be erased, done by the grace of his own hands while you drenched yourself in your own pooling mess.

straddling you once again, his eyes burned holes in your skin as he decided where he wanted his name to be permanently etched on your being.

the blade of possession he seemingly pulled out of thin air dipped into your skin as you held back filthy moans and hot air, holding yourself as still as you could imagine.

you knew his blown out pupils shimmered with an almost inhuman excitement, shifting back until his hand held your thigh, paper thin skin awaiting another perforation.

a hiss through gritted teeth met the second of his many wounds, settling into the warmth that flooded around your forced sacrifice.

a release like no other, blood rushing from your head to its unplanned demise, the trickle down the plush of your thighs tickling you gently.

something that you had only ever read about, never actually experiencing.

but god did it feel ethereal.

with each pull, vibrations rattled your skeleton, forcing your second spill to break past your throbbing hole, so neglected since the start.

the release of overworked blood was the true release you craved so desperately, expected pain something you never imagined loving so much.

nervous system expelling its jittering whirlwind, staining your comforter with exiled iron.

your brain fuzzy, fingers tingling as they held limp above your shackled wrist.

overcome with warmth, your clit throbbing in overstimulation, a wordless prayer for an ounce of mercy.

“ ‘s too m-much,”. your words were nothing more than pitiful cries for a break, a chance to catch your breath.

“it’s supposed to be,”.

even through tear-muffled moans and blood soaked sheets, you knew there was no way out.

your sense of independence was false, and he was pulling you further into his cage each and every time.

whimpering at the almost numbness of your clit, whining as you felt the warm trail of life spill out in the shape of his name.

“you’re fucking mine, you listen to me, understood?”

his face was inches from yours, too foggy to even realize when he had gotten so close to you.

pinprick tingles rushed your nearly asleep fingertips, hitting each vertebrae as they dripped down your spine.

“you better have more for me, it’s the least you can do,”. his condescending nature made you twitch in frustration, only to be released of the torture your bright pink vibrator had so brutally given, moments before you could let the poorly tied knot in your womb unravel again.

a brief second for your muscles to calm, to feel the blood stain your skin, to try and catch your breath.

to sebastian, that was one second too long.

rushed hands pulled away the fabric still keeping your cunt covered, sticky as he pulled them away.

usually, he would take his time to stretch you out, ease your walls into his taking his heavy cock.

easing one finger in, then two, massaging your walls to welcome him inside, ready to mold to his shape as he bottomed out.

but with your sense of control stripped away from the start, he lined himself up with your tight hole, a single deep breath in and out of his smoke stained lungs.

one single snap and his hips were flush, the sear of your unstretched hole adjusting to his vein ridden length knocked the wind out of you, whatever bit of it you had left.

dizzy from the mix of a rapidly approaching trip around the sinner’s sun, drizzled in dark red syrup, you couldn’t comprehend a damn thing going on.

lifting both of your unstable legs onto his shoulders, the twitching tip of his cock bulging your tummy with each ruthless thrust.

nothing but a toy, a hole, there for his taking and nothing else.

hand searing his imprinted name, long fingers stained red against the pitch black polish his nails adorned as he left white knuckle bruises along the plush of your thighs.

spread wide open, broken cries and babbling tongue, dizzy and out of breath.

“you’re mine,” his lust-filled throat growled out his reminder, bouncing around the inside of your skull, fucked out body too weak to process. “you fuckin’ listen to me,”.

“ to- ‘s too much,” the walls of your sopping wet hole squeezed tighter around him, sucking him off tighter than your mouth ever could.

“-fuckin so tight, so t-tight for me shit,” kicking back his head, pinched shut eyes trying their best to hold back his need to coat your insides with his seed. “suckin’ me off s’ good,”.

sobs crawled out of your cracking chest, eyes unable to keep themselves open behind their forced deprivation. through the lack of blood, lack of air, broken hips and a shattered spine.

“you know better than to disobey me, you asked for this,” blood stained hand met your slacked jaw, startling you back to consciousness.

“ ‘s too much, too much,” shaking your head, voice box cracking your words enough to fall incomprehensible on his ears.

“you wanted this, f-fucking hell,”.

“ ‘m sorry-”.

reveling in the sounds of your cunt trying to hold him inside you for good, pulling him back in so desperately, his tip bruising your cervix to match the back of your throat.

the bloodless left hand of his yanked the blindfold from your eyes, exposing your saltwater stained lashed, meeting the newfound hell trapped in his pupils first.

your blurry, fucked out, drowsy eyes watched as his tongue lapped up your leaking red from his opposite fingertips, a sickly sweet syrup laced with iron.

draining your veins of misbehavior, a hum radiating in his chest as his pace began to stutter.

“ ‘na breed you, filthy girl,” the permanently stained pad of his thumb pressed into your bruised clit, screams of his name shattering your senses.

“ ‘s t- i can’t-”. warm tears trailed down your face, bloodstained hand pushing down on the bulge his violent thrusts created as your weak arms pulled at the restraints.

broken sobs, pleads for mercy, anything to ease the sear on your entrance, the ache of your cervix as he hit it over and over and over again.

nerves so hot you shivered, trembling in his white knuckle grip, on another planet three galaxies away.

no longer in your bedroom, body nothing but a toy, warm and wet for him to breed with every ounce of primal need in his racing heart.

phasing in and out, head heavy and core aching, the pressure of his hand sending you beyond the brink of overstimulation, a forced orgasm pooling out of your cunt.

creaming his length, milky ring settling at the base of his cock, eyes rolled to the back of your mushy brain.

brutalized hole milking him so tight, suffocating his veins to get each drop of cum inside you.

his hips sputtering in rhythm with his moans, ropes of seed mixing with your last bit of cream, spilling out onto the sheets below that had since been dyed with the pooling blood making you run cold.

disheveled strands of his hair stuck to his forehead, glazed in sweat as he released his grip on your thighs.

your heavy head unable to keep steady, too dizzy to think at all, swayed back and forth.

losing more blood than you expected, walls still spasming as he ensured his seed wouldn’t escape any more than it had already.

a hiss through his teeth reverberated in your eardrums as your heartbeat began to slow, nearly blocking out the pain of his withdraw.

heaves for air expanded his chest as he towered above, pressing his forehead against yours.

a few hard blinks, eyes cleared of the possession the devil held on him, taking in the scene.

his outstretched fingertips reached for the kit full of bandages and gauze, a heavily used item in your household.

wordlessly wiping away the dried excess his fingers left all over you, you dozed in and out of sleep, unable to support yourself.

wordlessness of his clean up was cut short, a huff and a small smile on his lips.

“they’re all gonna love this, you have no idea what you’ve started,”.

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hello hello! i know this is literally a month late pls don't kill me.

thank u all for the support & understanding as i try and work through the absolute shitshow i'm dealing with, it really means a lot.

stay warm, stay safe, and know that my messages and inbox are both always open.

mwauh! ᥫ᭡。

#promised this would be solely smut #thank u all so much for your patience #i love you all sm #mwuah #sdv sebastian #stardew valley #sdv #sdv smut #kinktober #18+ mdni #thinking abt doing a jean k one next

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