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(a Sambastian preview!!)

I ended up falling off of Kinktober sooner than I wanted to due to some issues in my personal life - you can find the ones I did post here if you’re interested - but in the meantime I’ve been working on a longer-form fic which is a bit more grungy and angsty. The first chapter has been through about 3 rewrites but I’m finally feeling happy enough with it to share some.

Below the cut you will find the first 400 words of my new baby. I hope you enjoy! ⋆｡°✩

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a little 'jam session'

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Meet Our Writers

This week's spotlighted guild member is Poppy!

AO3: Poppeetaa

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Age: 33

Pronouns: She/Her

Guild Member since: June 2025

Fun Fact about yourself? I dunno about fun but I was born with six fingers (two right thumbs)

How long have you been writing fanfiction? My first fanfiction was a collab with an internet friend when I was twelve back in 2004, so uh...21 years, but my first fanfiction in English was in my first year of uni, in 2010.

Favourite SDV character to write? At this very moment, my favorite character to write is Sam. Also Marnie. She needs more appreciation.

Favourite tropes/genre to write? hurt/comfort, idiots in love, found family. It's what I write the most.

Your most popular SDV fanfic? My longfic First Five Years!

Your SDV underdog fic you wish more people would give a chance? I've only written one other fic apart from the longfic and it's a collab with my friend Abril called "Sunny with a Chance of Dahlia" which only has one chapter so far but we have a lot more planned.

Hear me out: GUS KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYONE. NOBODY HAS A SECRET THIS MAN DOESN'T KNOW.

Lastly, any other fandoms you write for? I used to write for TWDG, I uploaded them all to my AO3 account.

We are very lucky to have someone as talented as Poppy as one of our number. If you check out her fics, please be sure to kudos and comment to show your support for small artists and writers.

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SUGAR DADDY SEBBY

Pairing: (Stardew Valley) Sam x Sebastian

Summary: Wealthy Sebastian helps penniless Sam pay his rent for the month in exchange for some fun. Me and @someloserinajaywig’s magnum opus (talking late at night and bouncing fic ideas around).

Warnings: 18+….MDNI…. [pet play] [rough] [collar & leash] [daddy kink] [mlm] [sugar daddy x sugar baby]

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Fuck.

Sam gripped the rent notice in one hand, the other snaking through his blonde curls. 600g. There was no way he could possibly pay it by the end of the week. His credit card was close to being maxed out, and there wasn't much cash left.

Yoba, he needed to stop eating out so often.

He sat heavily on his unmade bed, back aching from being slumped over his guitar all day. His fingers hurt, and he just wanted a fucking break. But you can't take breaks when rent is due. He bit back a wave of anxiety and tossed the crumpled paper to the other side of the room.

Sam didn't need to contact him again.

But he was just a couple blocks away, and Sam's half-hard cock was telling him otherwise.

He pulled out his busted-up phone, tapping the messages icon. His pierced tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he began his last resort.

10:32 PM Sam H. 🖤

hey man. u busy?

10:35 PM Sebastian Vaughn

Just having a smoke break. What's up?

10:35 PM Sam H.🖤

i need to talk to u.

10:38 PM Sebastian Vaughn

Come over, Samson. I can tell you're anxious.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief, immediately hopping up and grabbing his jacket. Yoba knew he needed this. It was cold out tonight, and Sam snuggled deeper into his jacket, head down and Vans skate shoes lurching him forward. Once he reached Zuzu City Apartments, he dashed inside, tapping the elevator button for the penthouse so fast he didn't realize there were other people in the elevator. He smiled sheepishly at them, praying to Yoba nobody saw the boner tenting his worn-out sweatpants. Even worse that's he's towering over everybody else. Sam always hated his height. One of the men at the back quirked an eyebrow at him, taking a deep pull from his pink-and-orange vape. By the time the sleek elevator reached the very top of the building, Sam was thankfully alone. He took a deep breath, willing his stupid erection to calm the fuck down. He rang the buzzer beside the black wooden door, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

Sebastian opened the door to him, half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingers. He looked so fucking handsome: black turtleneck sweater gripping his sculpted torso, dark gray leather pants shaping his curving ass, black Doc Martens encasing his feet. His hair was wet from a shower and a silver chain around his neck glinted in the fluorescent light of the hallway. Sam's knees felt like jelly as he spun his rings around his fingers. Embarrassingly enough, he stuttered like a loser while trying to explain himself.

"Uhh…hi, Seb. So my rent's due at the end of the week, and…and I just don't have enough. Can ya…ya know…?"

Sebastian closed his eyes, which were rimmed with black pencil liner. He took a breath of the cig before replying.

"Hmm. How much?"

Sam gulped nervously, glancing downwards unconsciously. Seb's own cock was semi-hard and beginning to bulge in his leather pants.

"Can we just…go inside? I'm embarrassed." Sam was rubbing his hand through his hair again, mussing it up as sweat poured down his back. Sebastian exhaled a plume of smoke before snatching Sam by his jacket lapels and pulling him inside.

The penthouse apartment was admittedly beautiful. Purple mood lighting sent bursts of color in corners, a fake fire roared in the gas fireplace, and soft electronica was playing from a 72-inch flatscreen mounted above it. Sam felt a guilty twinge of envy in his heart, wondering what would happen if he could just strike it rich with his songs. And of course, there were the permiating smells of cigarette smoke, a bit of weed, and Sebastian's woodsy cologne.

Seb took one last puff before stabbing out his cig in a black metal ashtray. Turning to Sam, he smirked, exhaling smoke into his face. Sam tried not to cough, the very act turning him on. Surely Seb could see everything on display now! The black-haired man locked the door before shoving Sam against it and trapping him there, an arm on either side. Sebastian only came up to Sam's neck, so the blonde had to look down at him. "You promise to be good?" Seb whispered, trailing his black-painted nails down Sam's neck with a feather-light touch.

"Uh huh…" Sam whimpered, his erection nearly unbearable. He gasped as Sebastian grabbed it naughtily, giving the head a squeeze.

"'Uh huh,' what, pretty boy?"

"Daddy."

"Good boy, Samson. You're so hard already."

He slapped his palm against his dick, and Sam moaned as it twitched with pleasure. "Let's get to the bedroom. You're so cute it's making me physically hurt." Sebastian dragged Sam into a large room, and just as always it took the blonde's breath away. A desk on the opposite wall sat neatly with a streaming setup, flocked by multiple monitors and purple backlit keyboards. Even more jealousy swarmed his thoughts. Why hadn't he gone with Seb to develop video games and code when he'd asked for help? Dismissing the thought, he let Seb guide him into the room, watching as he closed the door behind them.

A large king bed sat against the far wall, silk black sheets and pillows cool to the touch. Much more comfortable than Sam's old-mattress-and-metal-bed-frame combo they had used to fuck on before Seb hit it big. Seb hit the lights, snatching up a remote from the nightstand to change the LED strip lights to purple. "Isn't that overkill?" Sam muttered, earning a sharp spank on the ass.

"Shut up, you only talk when I tell you to." came the gruff reply. Seb had already stripped his turtleneck off, revealing the milky white planes of his pecs. Sam gulped, nearly panting now, but allowed Sebastian push him down onto the side of the bed, their lips meeting clumsily. Sebastian's cold hand found its way to Sam's throat, squeezing just enough to show he was in control. Sam's hands curled into fists in the sheets as groans of excitement echoed in the spacious room.

"Please just fuck me, Daddy," Sam gasped, attempting to sit up. Seb smiled evilly, biting down on his snake bites.

"Not yet, Samson. Strip for me."

"But…it's cold!" Sam knew he shouldn't complain. But he did on purpose—just so his lover would deliver a smack to his ass that made his heart kick with ecstasy. "Mmm!" Sam bit his lip and allowed his grip on the covers to loosen.

"I don't care." Sebastian grabbed the blonde roughly by the shoulders, nearly tearing his jean jacket and ragged t-shirt off of him. Next came his Vans and blue socks, then his several spiked belts. Sam wiggled out of his pants, tossing them and the belts to the floor with a satisfying metallic clink. Seb stared down at his half-naked treat and began snickering at his pizza-slice briefs. "Couldn't dress up more for Daddy, hmmm, Samson?" He strips them off his legs roughly, tossing them to the floor. He wrapped a ring-clad hand around Sam's cock, bullying the pierced tip with the pad of his thumb.

"I was in a hurry, I wasn't…I wasn't thinkin', I didn't have time to cha—"

"Didn't I tell ya to be quiet? I might not even let ya cum now."

Sam whimpered at the pinch of Sebastian holding his cock like a vice. Sebastian's rings caught the sensitive skin, making him jump with pain each time. "Dirty slut," Sebastian whispered, spitting on Sam's freckled chest. "I'll dress you up myself, then." And with that, Sebastian began stripping himself down. He went to the nightstand, pulling out a leather collar. Oh fuck, oh fuck…

It was Sam's favorite toy, the one that Seb always tugged on, laughing at Sam's strangled groans of pleasure. Attached to one end was a black leather leash. Resting a knee on Sam's chest, Sebastian wrapped the collar around his lover's neck, pulling the leash forward. A quiet gasp left Sam's mouth when his lips met Seb's neck. "Don't you dare bite me, you stupid little mutt." He backed off of Sam and pushed him further onto the bed, making him lay back. He rubbed Sam's pierced tip, which was nearly dripping pre-cum now. Sam let his head drop back, staring up at the black-painted ceiling.

Sebastian dug his nails into Sam's thigh, holding him there. Red half-moons appeared im their wake as he pressed harder. "Augh….fuck…" the blonde tried to wriggle away, which made Seb pull hard on the leash. His thighs were slick against the sheets as he stared into Sebastian's bedroom eyes. Fuck, did it make him horny. "Do I need to get the cock ring out? Huh? Answer me, ya cunt."

"No Daddy, no…no…" Sam tried to reach for Sebastian's body, longing to kiss up and down his chest. Seb frowned, giving Sam's rock-hard cock a few rough pumps.

"You don't say just 'no,' Samson. What do you say?"

"Mmm…no sir…daddy?" It didn't mean to sound like a question, but it's hard to focus when the man of your wet dreams is fondling your cock.

"Good boy." Sebastian breathed, pressing his lips to Sam's. The warm heat of his mouth felt so nice, and the teasing nibbles on his bottom lip made him squirm. He pried open Sam's mouth with his tongue, piercings clashing together between whimpers. "Up aginast the headboard. Now." Sebastian released the leash, allowing Sam to fully recline. The black-haired man grabbed a stray pillow and pushed Sam's legs up with surprising force as he jammed it beneath his hips. Sam took in the sight, eyes wide, as Sebastian fetched a bottle of lube and drizzled a good amount onto his hand. He then started massaging Sam's cock, starting at the base and paying special attention to the tip. He watched, entranced, as a bead of precum glistens there and his black-nailed fingers rub it across his slit.

"You're lucky I'm not making you wear panties, Samson…since you're such a needy sissy." Sebastian pummeled his dick again, reveling in Sam's gasps and pained whimpers. "I might make you after this, hmmm? Make you go home in some frilly pink ones?"

"Yes, Daddy," Sam squeaked, nodding vehemently. "Please just fuck me. I can't take it anymore."

"On your stomach, bitch baby."

Sam obeyed, practically squealing when Sebastian's cold hands ran up and down his ass. "You look so hot ass up," he muttered, biting down hard on the soft flesh. "That's a good boy," Sebastian praised, taking a fistful of Sam's curly blonde hair and pulling it back. Sebastian rubbed the head of his thick cock against Sam's hole, teasing him. Reaching for the lube, he popped the lip open with his free hand and began coating himself in the clear liquid. He smeared it over his tip, ensuring it was wet enough before thrusting completely in. "Oh, Yoba…" Sam groaned, sinking his teeth into pillow in front of him. The absence of prep-work was making tears well up in his eyes, be he didn't care. It was Sebastian who was calling the shots.

"Now, lay still, and let me fuck you properly. Otherwise, you're gonna be walking away with only half of that 600g." Sebastian whispered in Sam's ear, clamping his teeth around the pierced lobe before seemingly slinking backwards. Sebastian braced himself on the bed: feet arching somewhat poetically and hands pressed palm-down against the covers. Sam moaned, calloused hands curling into fists as Sebastian started to slide in and out of him slowly. The leash—he'd almost forgotten about it in his sex-hazed state!—was tight against his throat, and Seb's grip never weakened, even when Sam wriggled around, trying to break free. "Good boy…" Sebastian purred, his cock throbbing each time the blonde arched his back. "Keep doin' that. Feels s' good."

Sam stopped for a second, trying to adjust the angle of his hips. "Samson,” Sebastian warned, tugging the leash. "I said, 'keep doing that". Not 'stop and take a break.'" Sam gulped, the collar surely leaving angry red prints against his neck.

"Hah…okay….okay."

"Not, 'okay,' Samson. That was pathetic as fuck. What do you call me?" Sebastian reared his dominant hand back, moaning himself as it makes impact against Sam's ass. His cock throbs, and he practically feels precum dripping from the swollen tip.

"Yes, daddy," Sam whimpered, starting up a quicker pace. He loved being Sebastian's little pet; to be molded into shape like a piece of clay on a potter's wheel. "You feel so good, Daddy…" he drawled, burying his face in the pillows. "Ha…harder, please."

"Good slut," Sebastian smirked, slipping his slender fingers beneath the collar and giving it a yank. Sam can't help the squeak that escapes his lips, the vibration of his vocal cords against the collar making him feel fuzzy inside. "Ugh, this is boring," Sebastian complains, almost sarcastically, as he pulls his glistening dick out of Sam. Sam, feeling obviously empty, turns his head to look at his lover, a pout on his lips. Sebastian sits on the edge of the bed, wiping sweaty black hair away from his face. "Sit on my lap, puppy," He commands, practically pulling Sam by the hips, aiding him to clumsily sit right on his cock. "Oh fuck, that feels nice…" Sam's face is flushed, sweat pouring down his back and pooling uncomfortably beneath the damn collar. Sebastian's cock is pressing against his prostate, making him feel so full he almost weeps with pleasure at the smallest movement. There's a bit of a sting to it too—the kiss of the head nudging against his insides. Loving the praise, Sam rocked his hips a bit, biting his own lip and speeding up when he feels Seb's tense muscles become relaxed with pleasure. "Love it when you sit on my big cock," Sebastian muttered, running his tongue over Sam's freckled shoulders. He rested his hands on Sam's defined hips, guiding him to bounce up and down on the length. "Ohhhh….Yoba….that's my good boy. You're doing so good, Samson."

"Please jerk me off, Daddy…" Sam begged, nearly panting at the stretch inside of him. "I'll be good. I'll be s' good for ya."

"Thank you for asking politely, Samson. That's how you're supposed to do it." Sebastian spat into his palm, then began stroking Sam's cock, using the other to tease his balls.

"Yessss, Daddy," Sam leaned his head against Sebastian's shoulder, feeling his dick throb with lust against his lover's stomach. Sebastian worked his throbbing cock, and very long, Sam's whimpering. "Gonna cum, Daddy…can I please cum?" His thighs are quivering, and his balls are so fucking tight.

Sebastian chuckles deeply, hooking his fingers beneath the leather collar and gripping tightly, while the other pumps Sam's overstimulated dick.

"What a good mutt. You're so hard f'me. I'll let you cum, but only because you were my good boy and did what I asked." Sam groans, thick ropes of cum spurting from his slit, and coating their thighs in hot liquid. "Yoba, Sammy…that was hot. I'm close. Just let me pound you a bit more…" Sebastian's hands return to Sam's hips, guttural moans getting more prolonged with each bounce. His dominance has dropped. Without warning, Sebastian finished—almost explosively—into Sam's ass, every vein throbbing with satisfaction. He lifted him off with a wet pop, smirking to himself as Sam panted against him, cum dripping from his hole. "You were a very good boy, Samson. You gave me such a pretty show," Sebastian grinned, kissing Sam's neck and relieving him from the pressure of the collar by slipping it off. Sam rubbed his achy neck and tenderly caressesrd the indents the thing had made in his skin. He's beaming, though. That felt really fuckin' good.

He stood up from the bed, stretching and yawning. "Aww, Sam," Sebastian teased, standing up too. "Did I tucker you out? Go have a hot bath. My treat. Mostly so you won't get cum all over my floor." He winked, fingering the collar in his hands.

"….Really?" Sam asked. Having an actual hot bath, or even shower, was a luxury. At his apartment, he was lucky if it was even lukewarm. Sebastian nodded.

"You can use the master bathroom. I'll get cleaned up in the one beside the hallway." Sebastian pointed to an open doorway, where Sam can see a black bathtub and fresh towels draped across it. Before he can change his mind, Sam's half-walking, half-running there, quickly shutting the door, locking it, and kneeling down to start the water. Damn, what did I do differently? He wondered, letting his achy muscles soak in the deliciously hot water. Usually, Sebastian palmed him the money and suddenly he was out in the hallway with a sweet soreness between his legs. Maybe it was because he had actually obeyed Sebastian's wishes this time, instead of fighting against them. Admitting to himself that he was quite the brat in bed was hard for him to accept. When the water was up to his chest, he reached over to the side of the tub to start cleaning himself up. He's thrilled to use Sebastian's body wash, and…bubble bath? Shocking for a game developer, honestly. When he finished, he drained the water and reluctantly stepped out of the bath, wrapping one of the soft black towels around his waist. Sebastian was waiting for him on the bed when he emerged, shirtless except for some black sweatpants. The smell of cedarwood is wafting around him, and Sam tried not to stare as he looked for his clothes, which have mysteriously gone missing.

"Looking for something?" Sebastian's syrupy voice interrupts his somewhat-focused train of thought, and his head snapped up. Sam flushed, gripping the towel to try and save his dignity.

"Uh….uh huh."

Sebastian quirked an eyebrow, then produced a pair of lacy pink panties from under the covers. "Put 'em on, baby," he grinned, tossing them at Sam and laughing when he failed to catch them. Sam drops the towel and slides them on, beginning to sweat again. He felt good. Sexy, even. "I'm washing your clothes-it'll save you a trip to the laundromat. Wanna spend the night, Sam? I'm sure that old mattress is doing wonders for your poor back." Sam's nodding before he can even form a sentence.

"Yes, please."

Sebastian pats the spot beside him, and Sam swears to Yoba nothing has ever looked more enticing in his whole life—not even pizza from the old Saloon. He pulls the covers back, and when he does, there's a nice wad of money resting there. Sam looks up at Sebastian, unsure of what to do. He picks it up and counts it clumsily—math was never his strong suit—2500g. Way more than enough to cover rent.

"Too much," he whispers, shaking his head and trying to hand it back to Sebastian. The black-haired man simply smiles, pushing it back.

"Put that in your wallet, Samson. You've earned it. You were such a good boy for Daddy tonight. There's more where that came from if you can come back…let's see…next Sunday?"

"It's a date." Sam smiles in earnest, crawling under the covers and resting his head on Sebastian's chest."Thanks, Daddy," he mumbles, post-sex brain fog settling in.

"You're most welcome, Samson."

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