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neetily · 3 months ago

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↳ EVENT 44. Sam & Kent (Jealousy Sex & Incest)

— ✧ warnings: Jealousy Issues, jealousy sex, Incest, Competition, Established Relationship, father/son bickering, Double Penetration, Anal, Cheating — ✧ word count: 2,780

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

Sam has always been competitive, ever since he was a kid. Sometimes, to an unnaturally high degree— in other words, a problem. Taking challenges on a personal level, almost. As if his very existence hinges on the thrill of competition itself. It's exhilarating, don't you think? To be on the cusp of something great, something unrivalled in emotion; to be the best at something.

He does well not to let it cause him to act out, accepting loss as it comes (and it comes). But it's something so innate to him, ingrained in his being from birth. It's why he continues to suck at pool every Friday night in an effort to become better, willing to put himself through bouts of cheeky laughter and playful jabs from his beloved friends so long as it means that he's improving, y'know? So long as he can feed that near insatiable need to improve himself, to exceed expectations eventually, then he'll strive towards it.

That's why he's with you too, right? Never once stopping in his pursuit to be your boyfriend, continuing down the path of trying to earn your attention and affection no matter how many times he may have 'lost'— and God did he try. More than anything he's ever tried for in his life, to be honest. He could never imagine faltering in his efforts to score you, to become a better man infinitely for you, because you deserve the best. And he's working on it, don't you worry, babe.

But it's funny, how despite how many steps he continuously takes forward, all it takes to get him going is an off-handed comment. A mere joke tonight, if he thinks about it. You know, your dad's pretty hot, Sam. If he wanted to, he could have even taken it as a compliment, misconstrued your pretty clear intentions as something innocent instead, avoiding the ticking time bomb buried in his chest upon your jesting confession. Especially given how often you say that he resembles his old man in spite of the grumbles it gets outta him. But something needier is triggered within him upon your spilled secret. That same age old itch he's felt since birth, nagging away at the back of his mind enough to prompt him into impulsive action.

He just wants to be the best for you, wants to be your number one, the same way that you're his in all aspects. He can't allow any competition to worm its way through his defences, tight squeeze or not.

Or, that's what he tells himself anyway. Burying the scathing burn of jealousy in his tummy when his dad thrusts so heavily into you that you end up falling froward against his chest, scowling over your shoulder as you're forced to rest your head against his, the fucking smirk Kent wears when staring back at him is downright infuriating, in part because he sees himself in that faux smile.

But that's exactly what he needs right now, right? Helping you steady yourself between two cocks, both him and his old man sat with their heels behind them, your legs wrapping ever so tightly around Sam's sturdy waist as your tits squish up against his chest so nicely, if not for the fact that it's his fathers doing. He needs some anxious energy right now; just enough to motivate him, he doesn't want to topple over before the shows fully started. And for that, he's thankful his dad is situated behind you right now, cock balls deep in your tight little ass that Sam's fucked plenty times before— absolutely no fucking way was Kent getting your cunt.

After all, who do you think Sam picked up his competitive tendencies from?

The best.

No chance was he giving you up on a silver platter like that; he knows his dad well enough to know that if given the opportunity, you'd be taken two loads down your cunt tonight. No, a simple stipulation. Wanna fuck her? Take her ass. "You good, babe?" Sam questions you, eyes never leaving his father as his brows furrow before him, a non verbal proposition. You're not gonna win, old man. Partially because he's at least checking in on you, making sure Kent hasn't completely ruined you from the rough treatment he's shown you thus far; seems his competitive streak isn't the only thing he's stolen from his father.

"Course she is, look at the way she's tremblin'." Kent huffs from behind you, still sporting that stupid smirk that irks Sam to no end. Like he knows something that he doesn't, the thought alone causing an uncomfortable weight to settle thick in his tummy.

"Yeah, okay, I think I know when t'check up on 'er, considerin' I'm, y'know. Dating her." Sam retorts, rubbing soothing circles against your lower back as you grow accustomed to the feeling of two fat cocks stretching you wide open; count that as another similarity, as annoying as it is to admit.

Kent only grunts in response, big rough hands reassuringly groping at the meat of your thighs despite his otherwise impatient attitude. The brief pause between familial bickering allows you space to speak, but all Sam hears instead is this meek little mewl directly down his ear. Like you can't bare the act of verbalising your feelings, let alone the thought. The feeling of your body shivering in his hold as he makes sure his cock is allll the way in for a second or tow has him grinding his teeth in frustration, tip all twitchy for your dulcet tones, leaking precum to stain your copiously lubed up cunt already. And he figures Kent must have felt the throbbing too, given the way his father chews on his bottom lip, avoids his gaze with a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

A one up, so soon? Perhaps the situation is finally settling in for his dad, now that their cocks are practically touching inside of your warm, squishy little body. Perfect angel cunt stretched over his heavy cock, insides attempting to suck him off further as he makes you wait for it. It's for your own benefit, one of him is enough, let along a bigger, stronger version of him, he muses to himself. And surely, your cute little asshole is an even tighter fit right now, yeah? Though he's fucked it and stretched it many times before, he knows exactly what Kent must be going through too. The little squirms and sucks, as if your body was begging for more already. And they haven't even fully begun—

Fuck, you should only be giving him that sort of treatment, right? That's why you're in this position in the first place, so that you can ultimately choose him. Have you ever found him so difficult to take, huh?

Spurred on by the burning bile in his tummy, he tightens his jaw and takes a decisive grip of your waist. Eyeing his father up once more with a determined glint. It's easy to ignore the seed of inadequacy in his chest when Kent merely stares back, awaiting further instructions, because he can feel the way your lips press gently against his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin just a little to leave him breathlessly confident.

That's right. You might be squirming on Kent's cock right now, but it's him that you're seeking comfort from, right? Legs wrapped tight around his waist, arms even tighter around his neck, nails digging into his back to convey just how much they fill you up; so full, aren't you? To the fucking brim if the amount of slick that drips down to his balls are anything to go by. And God, the way your cunt just sucks him in, pulsing around his whole length as he shifts his weight around a little more, preparing for movement. Really, it doesn't really matter what your true answer is to his self serving thought, he takes it as a win regardless. Convinced from the get go that of course he's gonna win this stupid competition because he knows you so well, yeah? There's no way he'd fail in the sport of taking care of you! Cooing sweetly down your ear when you babble nonsense for his attention, he can't help but to grow giddy with excitement at the prospect of finally beating his dad.

"Gonna make y'feel all better. Me, okay? Promise—"

"C'mon," Kent interrupts him, annoyance present in his fathers tone, an intimate timbre from the childhood he spent with him. Even now, Sam simply brushes him off, idly pinching at your waist as if you were the only person in the room with him right now. And you might as well be, given how hard he's gonna fuck you, fuck, can't fucking wait to fuck you truly stupid in front of the man you called hot. "Cocks fuckin' achin' over here. Can we get a move on, or—"

Shit, shut up— is what he wants to say, but coaxed into sudden movement by the way your cunt sucks him off so perfectly, and the familiar craving to come out on top of his father, Sam drags his hips back to draw a high pitched whine from your lips, only to effectively shut you up in a silent gasp for more when he thrusts all the way back inside, not even clueing his father in before settling into a brutal pace, one full of persistence, perseverance, all of his hard work and effort to be the best version of himself for you culminating in precise fucks upward into your tight fucking cunt— god, fuck— sound so fucking pretty when you can't even breathe properly from his fast pace.

Though his father is not far behind, wising up to the situation with a chuckle, making sure to swing his hips in tandem to his sons thrusts. And Sam is honestly a little surprised at just how well Kent can keep up with him, tongue poking against the inside of his cheek in sheer sexual frustration of the fact, both impressed and irritated by the revelation. Sweet sounds of balls slapping against your underside; whose is whose? Can you even tell from the amount of broken moans and sobbed sighs you let out? Ah, he hopes you can tell which cock is making you feel the best, huffing harshly against your shoulder as his eyes squeeze shut with how tightly your cunt wraps around him, making sure to pull out all the stops as he angles his hips in such a way so as to hit your sweet spot— resulting in the prettiest sound he thinks he's ever heard you make. Take that, Kent.

But, it seems like his dad is a quick learner too. Leaning further into you, gripping at your ass cheeks to spread em wider; for your benefit? Or for his own perverted viewing pleasure? Sam sure knows which would be his reason, anyway.

"Fuck, kid—" Kent rasps from behind you, fucking his too fat cock in and out of your well prepared pretty asshole like it was a trained effort. Something second nature, rather than the first time experience Sam knows it to be. So fucking annoying. "So fuckin' tight, arent'cha? God, ain't fucked somethin' this tight in a while—"

"Babe—" Sam gasps for you, begging for your attention as he helps aid your bounce up and down on their cocks. It's much easier to ignore his dad when he's got you wailing against his neck, burying his face in the crook of your own so that you've got no chance but to hear how heavily he pants for you, how loud he sighs with every pass of his tip against your insides, and though he'd loath to admit it, every rub of Kent's cock thinly veiled against his own is stupid good, too. "Takin' it so well, please— keep squeezin' like that—"

This is where they differ though, and were Sam thinks he can gain the upper hand. His dad, rough around the edges, is all tongue and cheek. Smacking at your ass loud enough to be heard over the slap of their balls, even over the squish of your fucked full little angel cunt; but Sam? Only offers encouragement. Not only with his words, but with the way he carves his shape out of your insides, making you feel every single twitch and throb your pretty pussy sucks out of him, bullying his way to your cervix as a means to prove himself to you; look at how hard I'm trying for you, isn't that hot? Isn't that hotter than the cock in your ass right now? Hotter than my dad?

But you always were a little spoiled. Probably down to how much he does for you, yeah? All in an effort to be the best, allowing you to rely on him to make all the decisions for you. How hard to fuck, how fast to fuck, when to cum. Even now, you relying on him. Not his dad, not yourself, but on him to make you feel all better again as you subtly shift your hips to be pressed more against his pelvis just so that you can rub your puffy little clit against him, unable to communicate just how much you need him, and yet still he's able to pick up on your desperation. Even with Kent humping your ass so unfairly from behind, ending up fucking you forward a little, pressing you between two rock hard bodies so snugly that Sam feels as though even he's suffocating. Bearing the full weight of your meagre grinds and Kent's hefty cock, it's upsetting how every time he feels his dads dick brush up against his own through your holes, he shivers in response; because it feels so fucking good, he can only imagine how it must feel to take it.

And he does his best to ignore the yearn in his heart to feel it for himself, instead focusing on how your cute cunt clamps down on his fat cock, how he's so close to the finish line he can almost taste it. Even now, as he's about to cream your puffy pussy right in front of his father, he can't help but to yearn for the win. It's almost more important to him than anything else right now, if not for the way he catches sight of Kent's pained expression and he has to fight himself not to let out the most pathetic fucking whine of his life.

What's worse is when Kent continues to buck fervently into your tight asshole and decides to taunt Sam so nonchalantly with: "Already? C'mon Sammy, y'can give more than that, cant'cha? My son? Bowing out already?"

He wants to defend himself desperately, to whine like a child about how you feel too fucking good, ask his father why he isn't as close as he is right now, and with victory so close on the horizon too—

In the end, he should have known better than to challenge Kent. Spent a lifetime of losing to his father, the feeling of your gushy cunt squeezing around his cock so frantically, of course, inevitably does him in. Creaming your cunt as soon as you start to choke on his name, big fat load fucked right up to your cervix from how eagerly Kent starts to thrust against your backside at the first sign of incoherent babbling from you both, as if he was merely holding back until now. And the slick rub of his dads cock against his own only has him cumming harder, tip twitching as it drools seed against your walls, painting your insides white while Kent fucks it all back out of your stuffed hole.

And Sam hopes for a break. Resolved to accept the loss on the promise of a round two, though he's not sure how much of that resolution is selfish in nature, shivering into the feeling of your cum stained cunt dripping back out onto him every time Kent thrusts balls deep in you again and again. But his dad doesn't let up. Doesn't stop, nor does he slow down. Fucking both you and Sam into overstimulation territory as you hold onto him for dear life and he's left wincing up at Kent.

"Not done yet, son," He grunts, more focused than ever now that you're left all for himself, that same look of determination flashing over his fathers face for a second or two, long enough for Sam to recognise the predicament he's truly found himself in tonight. "That's it, fuck— you're mine."

Sam isn't sure if he means you, or him.

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stardewstardropthoughts · 1 year ago

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Could you possibly do something about Kent? Like idk an affair with you or just how he is romantically

I had time finally to answer something! The head cannons we are pretending he isn't with Jodi but the smut below the cut? Affair territory baby, pls don't guillotine me for how bad I probably wrote kent i never interacted with him much, sorry it's pretty short but I did both! 💙 🥲🥲🥲

Content warning: f!reader, no use of y/n, smut below the cut minors please do not interact with that, oral f! Receiving, unprotected sex

Kent x reader, an affair in pelican town

Romance Head canons:

My dudes traumatized, that's made very known throughout the game when he comes back, he's got PTSD from war so your gonna have to be gentle with him a bit

Not a fan of sudden loud noises or horror movies, likes to unwind and watch comedy movies with you

Sleeps better with you in his arms, feels safer that way

He has frequent nightmares, often wakes up in a cold sweat, heart pounding and a panic attack on the horizon, the sight of you tucked against him helps a bit but your voice helps so much more (so do the coping skills his therapist gave him but like shhhhhhhhhhhh)

Assuming he's not with Jodi for a moment, my man's wants a pretty little housewife, someone to take care of house and home and give him some little babies

Often fantasizes about you walking around the farm pregnant and with a little baby on your hip

This is wrong, and you know it's wrong. Jodie's your friend, you have dinner with her and her family often, but it's hard to find the time to care about that little fact when her husbands getting lost between your thighs. He's got your thighs held open by his rough strong hands, his mouth working overtime against your cunt as you moan and writhe against him, torn between pushing your hips closer to his face for more of the mind numbing pleasure he's giving you or pulling away for a break from the endless overstimulation. "F-fuck Kent please, too much" you whine, high pitched and breathy as your fingers thread through his hair. "Shhhhh babygirl, you can take it can't you? You wanna be good for me yeah? Than take it" he growls against you, too lost in your taste to finish his meal just yet. Once he's satisfied with how boneless you are, floating in your bliss from the three orgasms he's worked out of you he'll crawl his way up your body, trailing bites and kisses the whole way till he's hiking your legs over his shoulders, lining up his cock that's already leaking from the neglect. "Gonna fuck you so good sweetheart" he mumbles as he presses inside you, a whine being punched out of your lungs from being stuffed full after being so overstimulated with his mouth, you feel like your gonna burst with how deep the angle is. "Shit, Kent please" you whine, unsure what your begging for, but he knows, he always knows. "I got you babygirl, just lay back and enjoy the ride yeah?" He grunts as he pulls back and slams into you harshly, he loves seeing you fucked out beneath him, whimpering his name like a prayer only he can answer and God does he answer.

#stardew valley #stardew fanfic #stardew farmer #stardew x reader #stardew headcanon #sdv kent #sdv kent x reader #sdv smut #stardew smut

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eating-plastic · 1 year ago

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Attention Stardew Valley Fans! Do you wanna read x reader fics with men you can't marry in the base game? Specifically Kent, Marlon, Rasmo, and Willy? No? Well that's too damn bad! I'm gonna post those shits anyways!

#the first one i'm posting is a willy x reader smut fic #stay tuned #or beware lol #stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv kent #sdv kent x reader #sdv marlon #sdv marlon x reader #sdv wizard #sdv wizard x reader #sdv willy #sdv willy x reader #wow that's a lot of tags #sorry y'all

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anubisfarm · 2 months ago

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anubisfarm kinktober'24

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marmorafarms · 2 years ago

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Kent x Cis Female Reader

Hey everyone! I'm back with a new smutty fic inspired by the amazing @sdvnpc who has a bunch of amazing works that you should go read.

18+ ONLY

Summary: Kent pays the local farmer a visit, intending just to introduce himself to the woman his son has feelings for. But when he realizes he and his son have similar tastes, Kent decides to think with his other head. And it's just his luck that the farmer is more than willing to have some fun.

Warnings/content: cheating, affair, safe sex, age gap, cis female reader, sassy reader

Word count: 2,358 words

Enjoy!

"Bye Sammy!" You giggle, waggling your fingers at the flustered blonde standing in front of you. Sam had insisted on helping you with the farm work that day, claiming that you seemed stressed and probably needed a hand.

You knew better.

This boy had it bad for you, and it was confirmed when you suggested he shower at your place when the farm work was finished. His face had bypassed pink and went straight to fire engine red when you told him that hot and sweaty was a great look on him, but he should probably get cleaned up.

"Haley got me some fancy soaps and hair products," you said. "You can use anything in there. You'll smell so good after."

Sam had made a slight choking sound, and you gave him a wicked grin as he looked away.

"I um…a shower sounds good," he said. "But my dad is coming home tonight and I gotta help my mom fix dinner."

You blinked, flirtatious banter suddenly shoved to the side. "Wait really?" you said, shocked. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I've been so nervous about it," Sam said honestly. "Talking about it just makes my anxiety worse. I'm worried that things will be different. Bad different."

"Hey," you said softly. "It's going to be fine. No matter what happens, it's going to be fine. You have Sebastian, Abigail, and me all looking out for you, okay?"

Sam smiled shyly and nodded. In a moment of boldness, you swooped down and kissed his cheek before bidding him farewell. Hopefully things would go well. And hopefully Sam would be up for taking a shower at your place later.

The next morning, you found yourself waking up to not only your alarm, but to someone knocking on your door. Your alarm was ringing so it was 6 am. Who the hell was wanting to visit you this early?

You climbed out of bed and padded over to the door, still in your pajamas. Typically you didn't let anyone see you in just a tank top and ass shorts, but whoever was there would just have to deal with it.

There was another knock. "I'm coming!" You shouted, annoyed. You flung open the door, ready to interrogate whoever had interrupted your morning routine, but stopped short. There was a man standing on your doorstep. A man you had never seen before in your life.

He looked kind of familiar, but you couldn't place why. The stranger had an intense gaze, steely gray eyes looking you over. Really looking you over.

Wait, was he checking you out?

He looked old enough to be your dad, but was still kind of hot. Scratch that, he was super hot. Chisled jaw, broad shoulders and a barrel chest. He could beat the shit out of you and you'd say thank you.

The silence that hung in the air was awkward, and this weirdo hadn't introduced himself or even attempted to say why he had knocked on your door at the crack of dawn.

"...Can I help you?" You asked cautiously.

"Holy hell, no wonder Sam wants a piece of you," the man said in a gravelly voice. "You're the hottest woman I've ever seen!"

"I…um…excuse me, what?" You stuttered out, mind going blank. If you hadn't just woken up, you definitely would've had some choice words to toss his way before slamming the door in his face.

"Oh god," he said, face paling. "I am so goddamn sorry. I uh, my name is Kent. I'm Jodi's husband? Sam and Vince's dad. My wife had mentioned you last night. Said something about Sam being into you, and I wanted to meet you."

"At six in the morning?" You said incredulously.

"Oh uh. Sorry," Kent said, rubbing the back of his neck. It was a gesture that reminded you forcibly of Sam.

"It's fine," you said with a sigh. "I usually get up around this time anyway." You fixed him with another look, and noticed that his eyes were wandering.

"I didn't realize a plain black tank top could be so interesting," you said, raising your eyebrows. Kent's face turned a dusty pink, and he looked away.

"Sorry," he said again. "You're just…wow."

"You're not too bad yourself," you said, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorway. Instant regret washed over you. You had just flirted with a married man, the father of the guy you're interested in. You needed to go back into your farm house and put yourself in time out.

Kent smirked at you, and took a step closer. "Oh yeah?" he said in a dark voice, each word dripping with honey.

You should tell him to go. You should put an end to this. You should–

"Wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it," you said, allowing him further into your space.

"I haven't had my coffee today," he murmured. "Would you mind making me a cup?"

You wanted to make fun of his line, but unfortunately said line was working on you. You opted for rolling your eyes and walking back in, swaying your hips a little more than necessary.

"This isn't a drive through coffee shop," you said, noticing he hadn't come in. "I'm not bringing your cup over. If you want coffee, you better come in."

Kent didn't need to be told twice. He kicked off his boots and slammed the door shut. It wasn't long before you were both in the kitchen, Kent watching you measure out the coffee grounds.

"I've got an hour," Kent said bluntly. "I'll be missed if I'm gone longer than that."

You paused, and set the container of water you were about to pour into the machine to the side. You turned to face him, leaning back against the stove.

"Well I guess coffee will have to wait," you said with a small smile. "We wouldn't want you to get in trouble." You walked over to him, and boldly put your hands on his chest. He found your hips easily, large hands settling nicely on them.

"You fuck married men often?" he asked. "You don't seem bothered by this."

"You cheat on your wife often?" you fired back. "Because you don't seem bothered by this either."

Kent's eyes went wide, and your lips curled into a devilish smile. "You mind your business, I'll mind mine." He nodded dumbly, and allowed himself to be led to your bedroom.

You began to strip, slowly raising the hem of your shirt, taking your time before it was tossed to the floor. Kent gazed at you hungrily as each piece fell away, and soon you were naked before him. Gracefully falling onto your bed, you turned to face him. You let your legs fall open, and gently spread your pussy with your fingers. His eyes zeroed in on your actions, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Slowly, you began to rub your clit, moaning softly as you did so. Kent was frozen to the spot, and you chuckled lightly.

"You just gonna watch me put on a show? You can't fuck me while you're over there with all your clothes on."

Kent sprung into action, practically tearing his clothes off as he made his way over. You helped yourself to a view of the goods, and bit your lower lip as you drank him in.

His cock was fairly average in length, but holy fuck was it thick. You could feel your pussy getting wetter as you imagined how it would probably sting slightly as his girth stretched you open.

Boot camp had clearly done its job, giving him defined abs and pecs that you just wanted to squeeze. If you had more time you would've shoved him onto his back and worshipped his gorgeous form. But time was of the essence, and you didn't have time to pepper his body with kisses or drag your tongue over his abs like you so desperately wanted to.

You made a move to get on the bed properly, back against the headboard instead of sitting near the edge of your bed. But Kent was faster. Quicker than you thought humanly possible, he was down on his knees, strong arms hooked around your thighs and pulling you closer.

With Sam being his son, you expected Kent to be more of a talker. Sam had never shut up a day in his life, but it seemed his dad was more reserved. Even more so than Sebastian, which was a shock. He didn't say a single word before latching onto your thighs, biting and sucking dark marks into your flesh. He kissed the marks he left, ignoring your pleas for him to lick you, touch you, do something to bring you close. He seemed perfectly content teasing you.

And damn that was doing it for you.

You sighed out in a mixture of pleasure and relief when his tongue finally licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit. He lapped at your clit, sliding a finger inside of you. Kent began to add fingers as you squirmed. Vaguely, you realized he was stretching you so his cock would fit inside. Looking down, you let out a pornographic moan. His face was absolutely coated in your slick. Good head was always messy, and you were glad he wasn't afraid to shy away.

You were nearing your edge, so close so close so–

And then it stopped. You made a sound of protest, watching Kent get on the bed. He manhandled you into position before rubbing his tip at your entrance.

"Wait!" You said in a strangled voice, getting a look of confusion in response.

"Condom," you said simply, fumbling with your bedside drawer to pull one out.

"I'm clean," Kent said, sounding defensive. "Are you not?"

"I am," you said, throwing a bottle of lube and a condom his way. "But my body can still make babies, and I'm assuming you aren't sterile."

Kent grunted in reply, as though the thought hadn't occurred to him. In all honesty, it probably hadn't. He rolled on the condom as fast as he could, and lubed up. Your slick would probably be more than enough, but you were glad to see he was prioritizing your comfort.

Kent lined up once more, and slowly began to press in. And shit, you had been right on the money with your assumption that he would stretch you wide. At this rate he was going to split you in half! Not that you were complaining.

Kent finally bottomed out, and gave you a moment to adjust. His eyes were closed, breathing heavy. He was clearly restraining himself from pounding into you right away. And that was certainly thoughtful of him, but you needed him to cut that shit out now.

"Move," you whined. "Come on, give it to me!"

Kent nodded, and started thrusting, setting a steady pace. But it wasn't enough.

"Stop holding back!" You said, frustrated. "You can do better than that! Come on!"

Something snapped in Kent's brain, and suddenly he was ruthlessly slamming into you, hauling your hips up with a grip so tight you knew it would leave bruises.

"Fuck! Yes! Just like that!" You wailed. He was silent as ever, but let out small groans, letting you know he was enjoying himself.

"Amazing," he finally panted out. "You feel so good around me…like you were made just for my cock."

You nodded frantically. "Made…made for your cock," you moaned out, not really caring what you were saying. You were close again, and you needed to cum.

"K-Kent, I'm…I'm…"

"Cum for me," Kent said, hips snapping against you, the sound of skin on skin filling the air. "Come on girl, you can do it, cum for me!"

Your back arched as you reached your peak, cumming around his thick cock. It was a good thing you didn't have neighbors because they would've definitely heard the scream ripped from your throat.

That sent Kent over the edge, slamming into you roughly one last time as he spilled into the condom. His eyes were closed, and sweat coated his body. Kent pulled out, tied off the condom and tossed it out before pulling his clothes on.

"Enjoy yourself?" he finally asked as you were pulling your shorts back on.

"8 out of 10," you said simply, and giggled at the annoyed look on his face.

"You screamed," he grumbled. "I think I was more than an 8."

"Oh you would've been a perfect 10," you said, leading him to the front door. "But you lost points for not letting me finish before sticking it in. A true gentleman makes sure his lady is 100% taken care of before chasing his own pleasure."

"Well maybe I'm not a gentleman," Kent said, putting his boots back on.

"Hmmm…true. But I bet Sam is," you said, pleased with how Kent's entire body froze up at these words. "I bet he would make sure that I came before putting his dick in me. He's so sweet and attentive to me…he'd probably give me more than one orgasm too. Maybe what just happened should be a one and done type of thing. I'll get with Sam and let him treat me right. Since he's a perfect gentleman."

Kent turned the doorknob, but stopped before exiting. "Or maybe I can come back another day and I can show you just how much of a gentleman I can be."

"I'll hold you to that," you said as he made his way down the steps. "See you later."

He nodded, a small smile on his face as he walked down the path leading to town. You went back into your house to get cleaned up and ready for the day. You were going to have to go into town today. Pierre finally had a new backpack in stock, and you desperately needed a new one. Jodi would be in the town square talking to Caroline, and you knew you'd have to smile and wave as though you hadn't been fucked into next week by her husband.

But honestly? You didn't care.

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sdv-roseglass-farm · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

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a3risbaby · 2 years ago

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what we whispered in the dark [m]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 stardew valley : sam x afab!reader (no pronouns)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Between the sneaking around and him nearing cumming in his pants from a heated kiss, you don't feel like a pair of twenty-somethings who are three and a half seasons into their relationship. And something about that makes your heart soar. He always finds a way to make you fall in love like it's the first day all over again.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 smut (minors dni), fluff, established relationship, face-sitting, vaginal fingering (barely), cross-posted on ao3 | 1.9k words

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 my first x reader smut! i was going to continue, but i figured that this was a good stopping place. let me know if you liked it :)

On your first day in Pelican Town, you tried to greet everyone, introducing yourself as the new farmer taking over your grandfather's dilapidated farm. The reactions varied from the gruff Get the fuck out of my face (Shane, your favorite grouch) to the stand off-ish Oh...you're not what I was expecting (Jodi, who's warmed up a little) to the pleasant Nice. I'll see you around (Alex, one of your fastest friends).

And Sam? Sam was sweet, you realized immediately, and your impression hasn't changed since. With his bright hair and even brighter smile, he always passes you with a chipper wave, kicking off on his ever present skateboard, and you find yourself saving all of your fished-up Joja Cans just to see his face light up. Sam is sweet and kind and nice and just a little dumb and funny and currently doing a really shitty job of sneaking out of his house.

"Can you be a little quieter?" you hiss from the bushes, wincing as his knee hits the windowsill for the second time.

You're not worried about Kent. In fact, he's watching the two of you right now from his usual spot underneath the front yard tree, the smallest frown marring his features. The last time you were rushing to avoid the 2AM fine, you made a point of stopping and asking Kent for his blessing. Less because it mattered and more because he often sat here until late, and you weren't sure if you could avoid both his insomniac habits and the town's curfew.

"His mom leaves the house around ten," Kent murmurs. "Make sure to set an alarm before you get distracted with playing your video games."

"No worries, sir, I'm up by sunrise," you say, eyes not leaving your boyfriend. He's finally making his way down the makeshift rope ladder. "Can you please teach him how to sneak out properly next time?"

Over your shoulder, Kent snorts softly. "Sure."

It's been years since either of you were a teenager, but Sam breathes a youthful energy back into you, taking your hand as soon as he hits the ground and running off with one last glance at his dad. You keep up with his long strides, the wind whipping at your straw hat and clothes, and have to suppress a giggle as he nearly trips over a rock. He's really bad at this. You slip an extra glowstone ring onto his thumb.

"That's the first time I actually made it out undetected," he says, a laugh bubbling in his chest. "I need to tell Seb tomorrow."

"How does it usually go?"

"Well, I barely get out the front door—"

See? A little dumb. You bite back a silly comment, shooting him a smile that he returns instead.

The journey from his house to yours isn't far—go past Leah's cozy cabin, take a right at Marnie's expansive ranch, follow the newly laid stone path until you see the telltale stable—but it's long enough for your floating moods to sink into something akin to anticipation. At the stoop, you drop your keys once, then twice. It doesn't help that Sam's trailing his fingers along your sides, dropping kisses along your shoulders.

"You should just leave the door unlocked next time," he suggests when you finally get the key in. You barely managed to pull together the plan for tonight, and he's already talking about next time. "No one's out here this late."

"Except us."

"Except us," he echoes.

You kick your shoes off, but you're not sure where they land because Sam has you pressed against the closed door, lips moving against yours, clumsy in his haste. His hands are tight on your hips as he pulls you into him. You're tempted to lose yourself in the urgency.

"Sam, wait," you manage. He hums in acknowledgement, moving to brush his nose along your jaw. "I need to take a shower first. I've been foraging in Cindersap all day."

"You could be covered in slime goop, and I'd still find you hot," he says with so much sincerity your knees almost buckle.

"Thanks, but it's not a matter of whether or not I'm attractive." You push his shoulders squarely. He yields. "I feel gross. It'll take five, ten minutes tops. You can wait upstairs for me."

"And what if I get lost?" He raises his eyebrows. "I feel like I should follow you to the shower."

You roll your eyes. "Heel, boy. I'll be right there, okay?"

His excitement is endearing. Between the sneaking around and him nearing cumming in his pants from a heated kiss, you don't feel like a pair of twenty-somethings who are three and a half seasons into their relationship. And something about that makes your heart soar. He always finds a way to make you fall in love like it's the first day all over again. As promised, you're done washing off in seven minutes. For a second, you entertain the idea of walking into your bedroom with only a towel, just to gauge his reaction, but you throw on a tank top and shorts instead, foregoing underwear since it'll all be gone anyway.

You find him on the edge of your bed, sorting your mail into two piles on your nightstand. He looks up with a smile.

"JojaMart's having a sale on seeds," he reports. "You can use my employee discount and get a little more off."

"Yeah?" You step between his open legs and brush blond hair away from his forehead. Your beautiful, radiant boyfriend. "How much off?"

"I don't remember. Like 10%, I think?"

"Just ten?" You shimmy your shorts down an inch. He follows their journey like a hawk. "I thought it was more than that."

"Maybe it was twenty, I'm not sure."

"That's all? A shame." You push them down further, exposing your hips, and his eyes light up as he catches on.

He wets his lips and says, voice strained, "No, it was 100%. Definitely completely off."

You let him tug your shorts down, and when they pool around your ankles, you kick them off. His gaze flickers between your exposed skin and your face, impossibly reverent. He doesn't pray to Yoba like his family, but his expression, here and now, is one of a worshiper. Devoted and devout until the end of time.

He pulls you in for a kiss, mouth open to swallow your moans, and falls back onto your sheets. Your legs straddle his hips, and you whimper as he ruts his growing bulge against the apex of your legs. The material of his sweatpants drag against you—you definitely need to throw it in the laundry before he leaves.

"This wet already, baby? The night's barely started," he mumbles against your lips. Under normal circumstances, the stain on his pants would embarrass you, but anticipation thrums in your veins. The hands on your waist force you to still, and it's pathetic how close you are to begging him to keep going. "As much as I love it, I'm not going to last long like this and I want to finish in you tonight. Okay?"

"Okay," you manage, "but you better keep your word."

He laughs. "I always do. Now how much of a discount do I need to promise if I want you to sit on my face?"

You're a sight that Sam can never tire of. He isn't the wordy kind of person, but if he was, he'd likely wax poetic about how beautiful you look right now. Something about how the crescent moon spills from the open window and falls over your skin like liquid silver.

Huh. That actually wasn't bad. Maybe writing lyrics for the band has made him better at this sort of thing. He settles on the pile of pillows on your bed, murmuring encouragements as you shift forward and straddle his face.

"Are you sure?" you're asking for the third time, and he has to hold back from rolling his eyes.

He tries his best to look you in the face, which is hard considering everything else tempting his gaze. Yoba, this is a perspective that he needs to get more often. "Babe," he says, trailing kisses along your thigh. "Seriously. I already said it before, but this is exactly what I want. You're stunning. Amazing. Perfect. I'd rather die between your legs than anywhere—" And the rest of his argument is lost on his tongue as you finally take a seat and Sam considers quitting his day job at JojaMart to do this forever.

He inhales the dampness of your pussy, flattens his tongue, and basks in the way you keel forward, fingers curling around the headboard to keep steady. A shaky breath from you and he sets out in earnest, one hand digging into your ass, the other skimming its way up your body until it lands on your chest. He's not the type to curse much either, but fuck, your tits are amazing. He grasps at them firmly, just how you like it, until you yank your top over your head and he can finally get a full view.

His hands move again, this time to spread you further apart as his tongue laps at your dripping cunt, and if your growing cries are any indication, he's proud to say that he's gotten good at this lately.

Can you be a little quieter? he's tempted to echo the complaint you had at his house earlier, but he holds back from teasing for two reasons. One, he actually hates it when you bite back your moans. Your volume is exactly why you can't do this at his place, and he relishes in the way your noises go straight to his dick, currently straining to be freed from his sweats. And two, truthfully, he doesn't think he can separate from you long enough to say anything.

So he expresses his pleasure with guttural groans and pants as you grind down into his face, your clit clipping his nose in a way that has you squirming in his hold. You're fucking amazing, and he hopes you know this. He feels like he doesn't tell you that enough.

"So good, a-ah, Sam, fuck...just like that. Keep goi—oh my—"

Your pace stutters when his lips finally suction around your clit, and his name becomes a breathless mantra on your tongue as he unravels you on his. You rock against his face, previous hesitation forgotten as you chase after your high.

"'m so close," you whimper, your hands kneading your chest desperately. "So, so close—Sam, please—almost there."

Without warning, he sinks a finger into you, the metal of his glowstone ring cold against your flushed folds, and it's enough to send you over the edge. A flurry of broken curses spill over as you ride it out, and Sam swears he can drown in your pussy, lapping at your orgasm until you push off of him and slide onto your back.

"You're too good at this for a newbie," you insist, voice petulant as you catch your breath.

He wants to kiss you so bad, make you taste yourself on the slick that runs down his chin, but he cleans himself up and waits beside you patiently until you tug at his hand. A sign that you're ready for him to make good on his promise.

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sashiavi · 1 month ago

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✧˚·.SashiAvi's Kinktober Day Four.·˚✧

#4|Spanking|#4

Kent x Reader - Word Count - 3.8k

Minor Warnings for : daddy kink & slight ddlg petnames/references | misogyny | Kent being a dick really-

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Sneaking around behind the crooked spine of a long-term marriage was something truly exhilarating.

At least for Kent.

It was only a matter of time. A battle-broken man who surely wasn’t getting any older, used to the thrills and dangers that came with combat, becoming incredibly ansty with the idea of just.. Sitting at home.

Home had expectations, roles to fill. Like playing ‘Dad’ every night while he sits at the head of the table during dinner time, watching over the spread of food, grumbling a rough mumble for his son to pass over the peas. Or keeping cool and calm, be a mentor for his youngest, be expected to cool it despite the whirlwind of atrocities swirling around like a typhoon in the forefront of his mind. Having to be that emotional rock for his wife, put away his own worries to listen to bitching and moaning about Caroline’s husband or the borderline HOA president attitude Jodi had towards the women living next door.

You had no expectations. Well, not the ones he was avoiding at least. What he had with you was wrong. But Yoba be damned, did it feel right.

It was an easy dance these days, and that fact was a dangerous one. Locking eyes with a knowing look, catching your gaze from the other side of the saloon, a subtle side eye with a raised brow before you turn back to his eldest son and his friends. He can’t help his pants forming a subtle tent each time those orbs grace him from across the bar, flicking down his body, practically fucking him with your eyes while you sink a bite to your bottom lip. The hold on his pint becomes just a little tighter.

It was easy to find yourselves together.

Quickies in the bathroom. With Kent’s thick and calloused palm wrapped over your mouth, clammy and rough on your soft face, pressing fingertips squishing the soft of your cheeks. All while he fucks you over the sink, propping you up, knee bent and resting on the cool and glossy ceramic, the skirt you wore to the bar flipped up for easy access. You planned this, didn’t you? Schemed in the soft innocent light of your bedroom, picking out this outfit just to rile him up? Give him the easy ability to attack your supple cunt with his cock? Yoba, it's your fault ain’t it? He’d remind you of it too, growling low in your ear about how dirty you looked, how those slutty tits bounced in the mirror while his hips clapped on your ass.

How about a quick fuck out in the open? Bending your form over a fence for him to take you. Sure he was supposed to be your little Farm-Hand for the day, this was still ‘helping the Farmer’, right? Thick fingers rubbing mean circles into your clit, teeth threatening to sink into the soft flesh of your neck, poor overalls unbuttoned and hanging off of your hips- Shirt lifted, skin pressed into the old, splintery wood of the fence, hips fucking back on the heavy girth of that experienced cock.

You were an adventure, and you had Kent teetering on the edge of excitement. Even having the gall to take you in his own bed, folding your legs into a dirty mating press while you lay across the width. His warm palms hook under your knees, meanly pressing you into the mattress, fucking down into the gush of your cunt, watching the ring of your hole kiss and wrap around his length. The feet he once had planted to the shag rug on the floor lift, old knees sinking into the springy mattress, on the bed to mount your cunt properly. Squeak, squeak, squeak goes that wretched old thing.

He could be rough with you, take out all those frustrations on the squeezy kiss of your cunt- Not like his own wife; who lays starfish on the sheets and chastises him for being “too much”.

Fooling around with you was fun. Carefree even.

Until it wasn't.

Credit where it was due, his wife was a smart lady. Perceptive enough to have her own suspicions of.. Well, something going on. At times it was a matter of finding strands of hair that didn’t match anyone in the home, or spotting an ominous sock she knew she had never purchased. Other moments felt like a stretch - Or maybe the lady simply didn't want to admit the fact that her husband was coming home later and later into the night, having a lack of an alibi at the Saloon when she asked around. Not that he specifically told her he’d be there, but where else could he be?

Kent knew that she knew he rounded the farm often, occupying his days with farm work to keep his mind off of things, coming home with a grunt on his lips before heading straight to the shower to wash off his day - and the sticky mess left on his crotch, not that Jodi knew that part of it. The woman jumped quickly into her suspicions, silently mulling over the fact for.. Yoba, probably weeks at this point, considering the way she snaps.

And it was all because of you.

Running into her on your way out the door, nearly bumping right into the woman. Of course you squeak out an apology, skittering away with a polite “Ma’am,” and a nod to your head. Samson was not home, that ruled out the first reason you could have been there, that only left Kent. Now, Jodi has seen you hanging around the house, popping out of Sam’s room, making small talk with her and Kent in the kitchen- But a woman’s mind wanders. And this? Well, it was a breaking point.

Sparing the rougher details, Kent surely got a talking to. Voices raised, fingers pointed a few tears even, repetitive comforting, soothing, that ‘home’ act plastered on his person. He’s sorry for being out, feels bad about it even, you know how difficult it is for him right now, Love. The Farmer? You were only here to drop off his lost belongings, he swears.

Up and down, left to right he swears on Yoba.

He makes it up to her, sure. A tender night between his wife’s legs, grinding away gently, lovingly, spouting reassurances from his lying lips. Soft, as affectionate as he could muster up, saying all the things Jodi wanted to hear.

You were in for it now.

The first thwack of his palm clapping against your ass already had you wetly mewling out. Chin jerked with the sound, body tensing up at the hot sting, throat daring to warble a whimper. You cling to him, as best you could, seeking out an ounce of comfort with the tense of your body, curling into his frame. Weren't you such a needy slut, Hmm? Hanging around while his wife was home, getting a little too comfortable?

“It's almost like you wanted this.” The older man teases, watching your thighs squish and squirm, that soft plush squished together, rubbing in a nervous fidget. What a view. Stripped down to your pretty panties. Face down ass up, splayed over the expanse of his lazy man-spread of his legs while his huge palm cups a good handful of your cheeks. “S'that it? Trying to get a rise outta me, Kid?” he squeezes meanly, jiggling the fat of your ass before he lands another striking smack.

You barely respond to him, humming out a pitiful ‘nuh-uh’, hiccuped, croaking in the back of your throat before another spank comes down. Yoba, your whimpers were delicious, the sweetest cries chirped up from the depths of your lungs, wobbly and choked. Yet it's not a sound born out of protest- Whimpered and keening, strung into a high pitch, muffled behind your bitten lips. You were working yourself up more than he was.

“Got me in trouble. Ya know?” Kent grumbles, flexing his fingers into your skin, groping, spreading your legs just that little bit more, rough and calloused fingers grazing against the soft and sensitive, milky texture of your inner thighs. You sigh out, complying with his pushes, spreading your legs for him, feeling the dig of your panties in your bikini line, cupping the swell of your cunt under the tight fabric.

“Don't know the values of Marriage do ya, Hm?” He was one to talk. And yet you shake your head, agreeing with him, another soft, punctuated hum of disapproval parting between your lips as if to say it was all on you. “Clearly. Just a dumb girl, aren'tcha?” He's short with you, voice like gravel before he lands a good few spanks to your ass and thighs, thwacking the skin raw and tender.

You jolt and wiggle in his lap, squirming with each strike of his palm, chirping sweet hiccuped cries, kicking your legs in protest, and yet still trying your best to snuggle into the warmth of his body. Your breaths are huffy, tainted with a whimper every single time you exhale, lip wobbling with the ouchy sting, a murmur coming off of your lips.

“Was’ that? Speak up.” Kent gropes again, fingertips bruisy in your plush flesh, achy with his grip.

“M’ sorry..” Pitiful. Pathetic. Those are the words that flood into the man’s mind, hearing his little birdie chirp out for him like that, nearly begging for his forgiveness. But it was that easy, was it? You should know better.

“You’re sorry?” He marvels, cracking his own sarcastic huff of a laugh, kissing his teeth with a tsk and a scoff. “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have done it, Kid.” Wouldn’t have stuck around the house all sunk down and riding on his cock that late in the afternoon. A smart girl would have known his wife would have been home, hmm? Shoulda’ been responsible for your own libido. Look at you, dragging him down with ya.

Was it true? It makes the older man feel better about it regardless. It’s easy to blame someone like you. Just too tempting, pretty face and perfect body, keeping up with his stamina both in and out of the bedroom, fucking him rough and hard, taking his cock, giving, pushing back- While you also have the capability of holding a decent conversation with him and providing company that wasn't a nagging yappy voice in his ear, whining about dishes and laundry.

“..M-Make it up to you..?” Your meek voice cuts through his thoughts, bum giving a wiggle, a sniffle on your nose. Kent gives your back a caress, down from your neck all the way to your tailbone, flat palm dragging down your naked skin, thick fingers pinching the waistband of your panties. He hooks his finger under, stretching the elastic before letting the material snap hard into your skin, pinchy and stingy.

“S’pose you can.” There's a grin in his voice, thoroughly amused at the little squeak you give him at the snap of your panties. “Mm.. How’s yer’ countin’ skills, hm?” He traces his fingers over your clothed ass, ticklishly soft, making you all the more squirmy. You respond with a soft and stuttered ‘Good..’ voice choked up behind your tongue.

“Pick a number.”

He feels you tense a little, breathing in a deep breath, filling up your lungs. Your thighs rub, squishing the fat of your pussy between them, hugged by the thin fabric of your panties. Oh, you were excited, weren't you? As if you wanted him to bend you over his knee, wanted to feel the hot sting of his hand come down on your bottom. Weren't you something? Feeding into all the sick and twisted things his heart desired, putting yourself on display for him to use just as he pleased. You were lucky he enjoyed this, loved the toying, the push and pull, feeling the fat of your ass in the palm of his hand, adored the way your cunt dripped a sweet wet patch into your panties.

“T-Ten?” You pipe up, voice tense.

“Ten’s a good number, Darlin’.” He gives you a treat, a taste of sweetness, letting you eat it out of the palm of his hand, that little name saved just for you. He feels your body melt into his lap, sinking into a puddle of giddiness at the barest form of praise. It all makes him want to strike you back into that frigid little thing.

And so he does.

His hand comes down hard, palm flat to spank a harsh hit on your ass, clapping against the fabric of your panties, softening the blow for you even that minuscule little bit. You jolt. He felt the slight pinch on his skin, a lingering ache that was surely going to build as he went on.

“One..” You chirp for him, swallowing down a sigh. Kent soothes the area, warm rubs of his hand, circular motions round and around pressing, massaging lifting-

Yoba the little jump you make when he comes back down to caress, still that soothing motion, teasing you out of your instincts to brace yourself, chuckling in his chest with a mean tilt of his head, analysing you. Thwack, Thwack- No warnings, two sharp spanks, one on each cheek in quick succession, feeling the burn truly start to bloom on his calloused hands. You squeal, bringing your legs up in a tensed attempt at a self-soothing squirmy kick, whining a long noise before you pipe up with your number, a stuttering “Two a-and.. Th-ree..~” Your back arches, voice muffling behind the comfort of your hands, hiding away your face.

Another tut falls from Kent’s lips, his amusement tickled by your reaction. He’s back with the caresses, dipping his fingers under your panties, tugging, pulling, hooking the fabric with his fingers, urging it to the middle of your cheeks, showing off your skin behind the lace. He turns your panties into a makeshift thong, hands brushing over the bare, red-raw skin of your ass, giving pinches here and rubs there. His other hand soothes between your shoulders, tickling at your hairline right on the back of your neck, the calm before the storm.

That hand presses down, a hard pin between your shoulder blades while his palm cracked down against the poor, stingy ache of your skin. Yoba, there's more. The hard sting, the pulsey mush of your cloth-covered cunt being played with, fingers sliding through the hug of your folds. You wiggle against him, both chasing the poking touch while seeking some sort of escape.

“Settle down, Kid.” His thick fingers dare to curl into the weepy spot left on your panties, surely sticky from your hot arousal. You whine again, sobby and sweet out in protest.

“M’ not- Hmmn.. Daddy.. Please.” Kent can hear the pout in your voice, the grip of your tone on your throat when you throw out that sort of name at him. Oh, so that's what you’re thinkin’ about, huh?

“Nawh.. Want to play huh?” Another little game you had, breaking up that home, family man role of his, tainting it with your sweet self, debauching the very word - Daddy - Ruining it for him in any other context, broken down and used for your filthy little self. “Behave and maybe Daddy’ll call ya’ something sweeter.” His tone is stern, falling into his role, adding to the sweet punishment he was gifting you. “Number.”

“F-ourrr~” You sigh, swallowing down a pool of saliva with a clicky gulp, tensing and jolting, wiggling against his prodding fingers. How generous, huh? Rubbing over your slutty pussy, the very thing that had him here in the first place, had you bent over his knee. Sweet, puffy pussy all supple and dangerous, always wrapping around him like a vice, a ring of cream drooling over his base that always had him going absolutely fucking crazy.

Smack, smack, smack! Harder, meaner, clapped on the soft underside of your thighs, quick in succession, catching you off guard, lifting his fingers off of your cunt. They were sticky, leaving little finger pad marks of slick, shiny on your skin, reflective in the light of the room, dotted and streaked with the force of his spanks. He’s quick to nurse his fingers against the bud of your clit, scooping his hand between your legs, roughly twiddling with the poor little thing. Yoba, he basically had a handful of you, pudgy pussy lips and swollen mound cupped nicely in his stinging palm, his pulse pumping with the pressure he pushes to reach at your bead.

You keen into him, letting your hips chase his touch with a crane, humping into the flat fingers, grinding your drooly wet patch into his open palm.

“Five-! SixSeven- Hahh!” You gasp, forcing out your words with a quick spew, immediately falling into a pitfall of moans, whimpery little noises, keening and needy- Staccato hiccups, pornographic “Ah- Ahn.. Ahh’s.” That would otherwise cause him to be irate. Oh but not you, huh? He really lets you get away with so many things.

“You’re sorry now, Darlin’?” He teases, focusing his attentions, rub, rub, rub on that sweet little bud of yours.

“I’m s..sorry-” You at least try to convince him.

“How sorry.” he pushes, rubbing harder, faster, sweeter- Chasing those noises of yours, hitting just the right places - of course he was - completely familiar with the little things that had you squirming for him.

“So so sorry~” You whine. You really do. Higher and higher in pitch, up, up into something of a cry. So breathy, so sweet.

“Mm, I’m not.. Convinced.” The hand on your clit disappears, opting to sink into the fat of the back of your thigh, spreading apart your legs just for him, urging you out of that squirmy, tight press. Nice and on display now, huh? Soaked up palm all tacky on your skin, leaving a nice, sticky mark, showing off more of that cunt with the new position of your legs. He punctuates his sentence. Mean, Mean Kent using the palm once on your back to clap a harsh slap right on the slick covered fabric of your panties, spanking your pussy.

“Daddy~!” You cry, gasping hard, a harsh jolt rupturing your body, thighs making an attempt to close and protect the swell of heat between them- But his grip is too tough.

“Aht.-” He scolds you, fingers tightening into your skin, poking your flesh, that bruising hold on you back once again. He threads his free fingers through your folds, coating them in your mess as well, that little bit of slick that dares to pool up in your panties. You whimper, folding to his affections, murmuring out a small, little ‘Eight..’

“S’not that hard is it, Baby?” There it was. That something sweeter. A name saved just for you. Kent’s lip quirks up at the way your form relaxes, melting down, under the simple utter of such a pet name. You hum a sweet and pitiful ‘Mmhm..’ A wobbly noise bubbling from your chest. “Keep bein’ a Good Girl, yeah?” Okay, now he was teasing. But it works on you nonetheless.

Crack!

Another hard spank to your ass, on the raw and bare skin, stinging even Kent’s hand, a proper pulse of his veins begging for mercy. More squeals, more whines, heck- Maybe even a few tears. Like he’d know, with your face all hidden away like that. Huffy hiccups and a string of mewls have him soothing his palm over your bottom, more of those circles, soothing on the hot burn of your skin, on fire with the stinging claps of his hand.

“N..Nine..” What a wobbly tone, murmured and twinged with the telltale signs of your arousal.

“One more, right?” Kent nearly coddles, slipping his fingers back down, this time, parting the fabric of those panties, showing off the slick of your bare cunt, crying with slick all sicky from your arousal. Look at you, getting off to being spanked raw, having him discipline you, throw you around and treat you rough. It's what he liked about you, right? You just take everything he gives you like a starving stray puppy, yearning for his twisted affection.

“One.. m-more, Daddy..” You agree with him, breathing out a sweet little ‘Oh’ sound, long-winded and dragged out of your chest while you wriggle against his fingers. Sticky, sticky, sticky. So, so sweet, coating over his digits with a thick, creamy mess, cunt clenching, clit throbbing against his fingertips. It's hard to hold back, really. Decadent little thing all drippy just for him.. Just a little press…

Yoba, you were soaked, shlucking wetly on his fingers, a noise so pornographic it has him swallowing down thick pools of saliva that dare to build under his tongue. Whimper, moan and mewl- Cry on his thick fingers while he fucks them into you, working you up and up. So squirmy, babbly and stupid, fucked dumb on his digits, mewling out sobby sounds, chanting that tainted name of his “DaddyDaddyDaddy!” while you hump your clit on his thigh in tandem with the squelch of his fingers.

He holds you open, grip tight, leaving hot indents of his nails in your skin, letting him access your pretty pussy, all puffy wrapped around him like this, he curls his fingers meanly, pressing hard into the sensitive little spot inside of your heart. His hand jackhammers in and out of your core, his warm, heavy palm slaps into your swollen folds, feeling the lovely, kissing squeeze of that tight ring of your cunt. He can’t seem to stop, finger fucking you thoroughly, eliciting the sweetest and filthiest sounds, juicy and wet on his fingers.

Kent leans in close, breath brushing your ear. “Say ‘Thank you Daddy’ for puttin’ me in my place’, Baby.” His tone growls, cutting through the never-ending cries from your throat.

“Thank.. Y-you Daddy! F’putt-in’ me in.. ahnn~. My p-place~!” He feels the squeeze, that telltale kiss of your cunt telling him you were close, so, so fucking close-

You cry, oh you do, sobby and sweet when he yanks his fingers out of you, landing several harsh spanks to your pussy, on your swollen clit, slapping hard and fast. Oh, but you still cum, don’t you? Getting off to the roughness, squirting a hot, juicy mess all over his pants. Thighs squirming, itching to close up with a snap, stuck by the hold of his hand. Pretty throat hiccuping those breathless cries while you scramble to speak, squeaking out pitiful “Ten! T-ten! tententenDaddyyyy,” Itching, stingy, mean thwacks to your puffy cunt, Kent had you making such a mess, sweet juices sputtered and splashed, coating over everything.

The sight of you made it all worth it. Made all the tricky, sticky situations he cared to avoid otherwise so, so worth it.

At least for Kent.

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lolahauri · 4 months ago

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˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : Stardew Valley DILF's x Reader:;

Just some short hc's on what it'd be like sneaking around with the married men in town ;D (also i'm half asleep while writing and posting this so forgive me if it's bad lol)

-> F/M, HC's, Implied (Legal) Age Gap, Cheating, Size Difference, Vaginal Sex, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Pregnancy Mentions <- (MDNI)

・❥・Demetrius

It's honestly not too hard to sneak around with him.

Him and Robin aren't as close as most married couples, they're used to having their own projects and hardly seeing each other during the workday.

They honestly never even check in with each other while they're both working indoors.

But you won't complain, that just makes it easier for him to bend you over the counters in his lab and fuck you till your legs are jelly.

Of course, that's only while Maru is at the clinic. Other times, he simply visits your farm, pretending to run soil and water tests.

It's so easy to fuck around with him, it almost feels to good to be true.

The sex between you is quick, but incredibly satisfying. Being the quick learner he is, he's learned exactly what to do to make you cum fast and hard.

Very skilled with his fingers and mouth, it almost feels better than his cock.

Sucks your clit and fingers you at the same time.

Loves to fuck you from behind and wrap both of his arms around you. 🤭

He's def super tall, with strong arms and hands.

If he's fucking you in the lab and you're starting to get too loud, he'll clamp one of his hands over your mouth and tell you "quiet down." or he won't let you cum.

He'd insist on always using condoms, even if you're both clean.

Can't risk any accidents.

But damn if he doesn't want to just say fuck it and stuff your cunt with his cum.

Riskiest place he's willing to pound you? The kitchen. It's a rarity, but when he knows everyone is gone, he'll sneak you in and let you ride him at the dining table.

・❥・Kent

Arguably the hardest to fuck around with. He's a true introvert with zero friends in town, of course it could raise suspicion why he wants to leave so often suddenly.

But he has is figured out, he just tells Jodi he's gotten into fishing to keep him busy.

And Jodi doesn't question it one bit, that's a pretty common hobby for a middle-aged family man to have. She's just happy he has something to do now... :)

Plus every other trip or two, he actually does come back with some nice, fresh fish that definitely weren't gifted to him by his little side piece.

Since you can't see each other quite as often as he'd like, he makes sure to really savor the time you do have.

But not in a romantic way, no not at all.

He's very rough and dominating in bed, almost animalistic.

I just know he'd be so big and strong. He would completely use it to his advantage too. (not that you mind!)

I don't give a fuck how tall you are or how much you weigh, he WILL toss you around with ease, baby.

Loves to pin you down and flip you over into any position he wants.

He'll have you cumming so hard you're seeing stars.

Also is obsessed with fucking your throat.

Never uses condoms (unless you ask), he gets off to the thought of getting you pregnant.

Even if you're on birth control, or can't get pregnant, he likes to pretend he's breeding that perfect pussy.

He wants to claim your pretty young body as his own by putting his baby in it. 🤭

Riskiest place he'll fuck you? Outside his house. Only at night of course, but he'll absolutely meet you by the side of the house and pound you against the wall.

・❥・Lewis

The easiest to cheat with, and it's not even close.

The only time he messes around with Marnie is late at night, so that leaves you the whole morning, afternoon, and evening to visit him as you please.

Cause unless he's collecting business taxes or at the saloon, he has nothing else going on, and no one to interrupt him.

He would be a skilled but somewhat selfish lover.

Prefers receiving pleasure, but that doesn't mean he's bad at giving.

Lowkey a munch sometimes.

I think he'd also be very gentle and vanilla most of the time.

Missionary in his bed, no clothes on at all, light music, some wine.

He's a bit old fashioned you could say. 🤷‍♀️

Riskiest place he'll please you though? The bathrooms at the saloon. Yeah it's really public, but that's the thrill of it! Fucking you while his other secret girlfriend is just a couple meters away? He won't deny he loves the rush it gives him.

In general, literally no one would suspect you're fucking him, so any risks you happen to take are very unlikely to backfire.

・❥・Pierre

Could compete with Kent on who's hardest to sneak around with.

He spends all day everyday at the front counter of the only grocery store in town. How could you two possibly make that work?

For you, he'll find a way.

After some time, he'd start getting cocky and dangerously risky about it too.

Fucking your throat while you're under the counter, playing with your pussy in the isles while no ones shopping, sneaking you in at night to fuck you against the front door.

He would use condoms at first, obv he can't risk an "oops" baby with you.

But like i said, he'd get cocky, ditching the condoms all together and relying on either the pull-out method or birth control.

You can't deny how thrilling it is though. Getting your pussy fucked and filled while his family is sleeping just on the other side of the hall? Absolute adrenaline high.

He'd also be a strict "quickies only" kinda guy.

You'd almost always have to wear a skirt or dress to your secret meetings. Giving him easy access to that tight cunt.

He'll make you cum, but there will be no love-making or intimacy of any kind.

You strictly use each other to relieve stress and have some fun.

So, where's the riskiest place he'd use you? If he knows Caroline and Abigail are out, he'll bend you over his bed and take you from behind.

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stardewvalleyimagines · 1 year ago

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Stardew Valley Masterlist

⊱ ─────────── {.⋅ 🍎 ⋅.} ────────── ⊰

Emily

Haley

Leah

Penny

- First Date🍬

Maru

Abigail

Alex

Elliot

Sebastian

Harvey

Sam

Shane

Jodi

Robin

Caroline

Kent

- Romantic and Angst headcanon 🌹💔

Sandy

⊱ ─────────── {.⋅ 🍎 ⋅.} ────────── ⊰

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neetily · 4 months ago

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Ch.2 So, Reddit... AITA? — (SDV) Kent

— ✧ chapter warnings: depictions of trauma, family trauma, misogyny, sexism, slowburn, dumb reader — ✧ word count: 2,751 — ✧ genre: smut 18+ — ✧ synopsis: AITA (47M) FOR FINALLY FOLLOWING MY DOCTORS ADVICE?

— ✧ A/N: enjoy my old man ramblings.

“How is it?” You ask innocently enough, though he doesn’t miss the hint of desperation in your voice. Soft quivering lips, as if he’s somehow caught you doing something bad, but that couldn’t be the case, right?

Truthfully, he’s impressed already with your skills. Any more pandering and he’s liable to act out, which would only cause more issues for himself. Remember, Kent, he thinks to himself. You’re here to relax. And, mid chew, he supposes that your sheepishness is to be expected. You are dating his son, after all. It’s understandable that you’d want to make a good first impression, and yet still his lips press into a thin and telling line anyway. This is nothing more than formalities, a useless way to spend his time.

He’s only three spoonfuls in before your question too, rushing him to quickly swallow his fourth just to answer you. Couldn’t you have waited for a pause to speak? “It’s all right.” He deadpans, only briefly looking up at you through his brow before digging back into the lovingly prepared meal, another greedy spoonful already lifting to his lips.

See, lying comes naturally to him. Embedded in his very existence, buried deep in his bones as a means of survival, even when lying to himself. A skill not formally taught, but rather something akin to natural talent, and he’s aced every class. It only takes him a few seconds before he checks for your reaction, satisfied at the small pout his critique causes. Truthfully, the meal is perfect; no faults. And this, too, annoys him.

He’d sooner die than play his hand so soon. A hidden battle contained solely within himself; and yet still, he refuses to lose.

“I’m glad.” You smile pitifully, and he feels a spark of something in his chest. A jolt of understanding, perhaps. A kindred spirit, absolutely. You too, he thinks, are a filthy liar.

Thankfully, silence befalls the table besides the clattering of metal on ceramic due to his unfair response, and he finds himself ruminating to the shared rhythmic taps!

It’s been difficult since returning home; far more than he’d ever expected, or even liked to admit. Between dealing with his wife’s expectations of the man who left all those years ago, to trying to make amends with his two sons—Vincent far too young to truly hold any real grievances, but Sam on the other hand…—he’s scarcely had the time to just think. How does one return back to normalcy after, well, you know. Even the word war rests thickly at the back of his throat, burning bile against his teeth, leaving his lips dry. Forces him to grasp at the glass of water you had thoughtfully placed on the table for him to take a selfish gulp to try and easy the upset. As if doing so would bring him some sort of clarity on how to become a person again, mimicking your easy actions to somehow remember what being human is really like. It helps that your cooking is good at least, just like the old saying. Every greedy mouthful of the perfectly executed risotto—one of his favourite meals, mind you—worms its way down to his heart and rests there instead of his stomach. Maybe that’s what drew Sam to you too.

“I do hope you enjoy your time here,” you interrupt his thoughts with that sickly sweet tone of yours, his brows furrowing in an attempt to focus on anything other than how your voice goes right through him, and how his skin crawls at the feeling of being seen. “And don’t worry about helping out around the farm! I know Sam mentioned something about that, but really, I’ll be fine by myself!”

The more boyish side of him wants to grunt and groan about how Sam should be helping you himself instead, but therein lies the crux of the broken relationship they share. Instead, he opts only to nodding back at you, resting his spoon in the mostly eaten bowl of risotto and pushing it more towards the centre of the table before offering you some half truths.

“Doc said it’d be good for me t’get back workin’.” It’s part of the reason he even agreed to come stay with you for the week anyway. Surely you know that, so he’s irked that you’d pretend otherwise.

“No, I know…” You laugh awkwardly, matching his actions by setting aside your own spoon before collecting both bowls and placing them in the sink. Routine, likely. It’s somehow familiar to him. And he watches you carefully as you do so, not missing the way you gently lower the ceramic into metal to make as little noise as possible; just like how you ate. It’s annoying having people walk on eggshells around him like this, to treat him like a ticking time bomb, even if deep down he knows it to be true. Fuck, he just wants to be normal again. If he ever finds out who told you to treat him with such care and consideration he’ll be sure correct their stance thoroughly. Probably Sam, right? He’s over here fucking you every night, whispering sweet nothings down your ear. It makes the most sense for his own son to divulge such needless information late at night, the day before his dad arrives on the farm. Now, be careful around my old man, he’s got a bit of a temper; Kent can practically envision the scene perfectly, his fists balling in assumed anger. “But rest is important too. I just don’t want you to feel pressured.” You finish up your sentence, giving him a soft look.

He takes it as pity.

And he fucking knows how wrong it is to feel sickened by how kind you are, to want for more than anything to bite the hand that feeds. But what is a sheep to a lion, really? Having you lay your belly bare for his viscous teeth to sink right into is all too tempting, regardless of what the doctor orders. It’d be so easy to prove how capable he is, too! Which is perhaps the worst part of it all. The fucking restraint it takes not to bark back at you, the innate want to be the enforcer rather than the coward.

He takes a breather, deep and hungry. Fucking awkward, through no fault of your own; he has to remind himself.

“Right,” He clears his throat, digging through his high alert mind to find the right words to express the magnitude of his emotions. And yet, “Thanks, but I wanna help.” Is all he can come up with, answering you tersely, afraid of opening his jaw too wide and showing his sharp teeth.

Rushing water fills his ears and his vision switches to the sink, focusing on the stream rather than the annoyance he harbours for himself. Your back is turned to him, and when you merely hum in response to his obvious upset, he abruptly forces himself to look away. “All right.” You meekly offer him, busying yourself with cleaning up. Shit, he forgot to ask if you wanted help with that—

“Six A.M. start.”

And just like that, on the very first night he spends at your farm, you manage to crack a genuine smile out of him. Because orders are comfortable, he’s well-acquainted to them, and despite the humiliating role reversal, a light laugh escapes him. This, too, should have been a sign of the times

“Understood.” He replies, matching your cut and dried tone of voice with utter resignation himself.

The screech of his chair against the wooden floorboard gives him goosebumps, and he grits his teeth as he stands. It’s habit, really. Survival, right? Blocking out his surroundings in favour of merely enduring, following orders exactly like he was taught to. “G’night, then.” He waves you off, unable to meet your gaze as you send him a much chirpier sleep well, Kent! It’s not your fault that you don’t know he can’t, or that the times he can aren’t really worth the trouble thanks to the repeated nightmares. He only hopes that tonight has tired him out enough to just pass out as he remembers to close the guest bedroom door gently like Jodi had begged him to, to leave a good impression or some other bullshit. The patronising tone she embarrassed him with in front of their kids still rings in his ears even now, and his fists tighten by his side as he leans against the closed door. Fuck, he’s tensing too much again, trying to force his trained muscles to relax just like how Harvey advised, but it’s not working. It’s not working and he’s fucking angry at the way Jodi spoke to him earlier, upset at how he wasn’t able to bite back in fear of scaring Vincent off, and worsening his already dog relationship with Sam.

It’s times like these that he misses having something, literally anything, to hit.

Instead, he keeps his fists balled as he creeps closer towards the old dresser you provided him. Tiptoeing around even himself, mind racing and unsure of what he’s even afraid of. And the thought of being afraid only angers him even more, as if he has anything to be afraid of in the first place given his time spent as a soldier.

“Easy…” he whispers to himself slowly, carefully opening the drawer to access the meagre amount of clothing he brought with him on his little ‘vacation’. Home is literally just down the road, so he figured if he needed more it’s not like it’d be a hassle to obtain despite Jodi’s fretting.

But undressing in your house immediately feels weird, knowing that this space—though unlikely the one he’s currently residing in—is where you and Sam have made a home together. Not yet married, and yet still his son is ever present at your farm. How annoying. How utterly dissatisfying, souring to his mood as he gets dressed for bed and promptly tugs the awkwardly tucked in sheets out for more comfort as he climbs inside the sheets.

Laying there in the dark empty, disappointment strangles his throat. Wishing silently that he knew why it upset him the amount that it did to feel Sam’s presence surrounding him, because it makes him feel stupid for even allowing his emotions to run this far. But then, a balm washes over him, realising that he at least has a break from performing for his family; even if they’re unaware of his performance to begin with. There’s very little that he’d willingly admit to them, Jodi especially, and his faux doting attitude falls under that category. It’s nice to finally just be himself for once in the quiet of your farm that you’ve graciously provided him, even if he feels like some sort of intruder peeping in on your private life.

And, as far as first nights goes, he can hardly complain overall. And by that he means that he didn’t shout once, even if it’s been difficult to keep himself composed. Still, he doesn’t trust sleep to come quietly, let alone at all. But maybe despite it all; Jodi was right about this. Maybe Sam’s begrudging acceptance was helpful too, in some odd way. It’s clear to him that his existence within your home isn’t so much appreciated as it is tolerated, and even then it’s only because the doc recommended busy hands; not because anyone else genuinely cares for his well-being. Except for maybe you, evident from the hearty meal you’ve provided tonight that he’s been missing since being home.

And possibly, this little week long trip wont be for nothing.

Chapter 2

Chapter Summary

In which I cement Kent's character some more. And that's about it. (I promise the series gets smutty!)

Chapter Notes

im so worried that this chapter is so boring lmao but i think thats because i’ve never written a slowburn before? im trying to make it somewhat realistic, but still engaging, so i hope this chapter is fun even if it might not be what you’re expecting! i think at the very least, it solidifies kents characterisation some more, and i personally had a lot of fun exploring this little scene. anyway anyway ENJOY thank you for your patience!

“Careful.” He warns you on the first actual day of his stay. Honestly. Women, right? It’s now that he can see the full effect, or lack thereof, of impact his sons stay at your farm has had on you, and he can’t help but grind his teeth in annoyance at the utter vulnerability you show him. The absence of a good father figure must have turned Sam soft, unable to help guide you on how to do things better, or when to simply shut up and let a man take care of you. Jodi’s influence, no doubt. Women, right? The likely cause behind the current unfortunate situation you’ve found yourself in— again. A knowing sigh soon escapes him following his tense reprimand, trailing his gaze up at you with the tutting tone your actions force out of him. Not out of worry, but out of mere convenience. A selfish want to have the day go as smoothly as possible for himself, rather than because he thinks you ought to get down from there for your own safety. He’s already got two kids of his own, he doesn’t need to look after another one.

Regardless of his inner scoldings, he squints at you from his position on the barn floor with interest, heavy work boots idly kicking at some stray hay strewn around the place while he rests his weight on an admittedly much shorter than him rake. Sure, he should be working away like the doc had kindly ordered him to, but it’s much more amusing to watch you struggle to install a new light fixture instead, all the way up at the top of the barn like an idiot. A relatively simple task, don’t you think? And yet still, he doesn’t miss the way the wood creaks under your uncertain steps, dummy. As far as first impressions go, he’s gotta say… You could be doing so much better. Oh, but don’t worry! He’s watching the precariously wobbling ladder you’re climbing with hawk eyes, much to his utter curiosity. The lightbulb is propped in your mouth and disallows you from countering his stern word of advice, which gives him enough satisfaction to smile at least. Yeah… At the very least, you’re entertaining him. Not so much impressing, if you cared.

Besides, you are safe with him keeping watch. A learned behaviour from his time away from the valley, where he had no choice but to pick up the skill of people watching. Had to always be aware, constantly eyeing the horizon line for any signs of danger, just in case. And right now, you’re being pretty dangerous. “Yeah, yeah…” You mutter past the lightbulb, finally at the top of the ladder with one hand gripping the splitting wood so tightly that he thinks that half the reason why it’s creaking so much is from the strength of your grip, and the other starting to shakily unscrew the broken light before you chicken out. You wear misplaced confidence well, he finds himself thinking. And then, promptly sulking about.

What’s worse is that from his point of view, all he can really see is your backside. Just like the first night in the farmhouse, back turned to him as you washed the dish he just ate from. Only, right now, your ass sticks out even more for him as your knees wobble from under you. Like a newborn deer, begging for some guidance. Anyone would undoubtedly enjoy the view, but he feels a certain twinge of guilt in his heart when taking a longer than usual look at it, unwillingly appreciating the swell of your ass as you surely struggle to replace the bulbs efficiently. Serves you right, he muses to himself to soothe the ache in his chest. He did offer to do it for you, but something about your determination to prove your usefulness as you declined him was attractive. Shut him up in favour of watching you struggle. Attractive in a… Future father in law sense, yeah. Just looking out for his son, making sure his future is secured with a good wife. That’s all. Nothing… Ah, nothing else.

Though now that he’s stuck thinking about it, you do have a nice figure. Knowing himself, it’s likely a big factor as to why Sam is so into you, too. Like father like son, yeah? It’s not like he’s exempt from appreciating the view, he reasons with himself. Especially considering he’s not even looking at you in a perverted sense anyway, he’s just admiring the nice ass right in front of him. There’s nothing wrong with appreciating! Just like how he struggled to tear his eyes off of you on the first night with your apron. Staring, swallowing, slowly, hunter stalking prey. He’s just looking for your weak spots, he tells himself. And then right at the back of that is his more rational side of his brain with: liar.

“Ugh, it’s stuck.” You draw him out of his absentminded gawking, and he huffs in prepared annoyance. This should have been an easy job, if only you hadn’t let your pride get in the way of his help. And then again a bolt of understanding hits him, lightning forcing his back straight to fully focus on you. He’d have done the same, kindred.

“Did ya try turnin’ it the other way?” He yells back at you, rolling his eyes at the way you let out a stupid little gasp. Promptly mentally chastising himself when his first thought is cute. Jus’ a reflex, s’all. There’s no weight or worry to the intrusive thoughts, surely.

“Thanks, Kent!”

“Yup.” He grumbles to himself, taking a gander out of the barn and into the open pasture that moves before him, without him, as you busy yourself with your stupid task. Shoulda been done a while ago by now. Irritation present in how tightly he holds the useless rake by his side— not that you’d be able to notice from all the way up there. And even then, he’s not even sure what he’s more irritated by.

Your helpless display of incompetence, or the fact that he’s not really annoyed by that at all.

Exhaling heavily, he leans harder against the too small rake lazily. But, y’know, despite it all, he finds himself suppressing a smile. It’s nice here, he settles. In spite of currently experiencing his first full exhausting day with you, where you quickly clued him in on what a complete clutz you are by way of attempting to show him how the sprinklers worked, instead facing their relentless torrent which, unfortunately for you,left your shirt all soaked for him to witness with peeking glances. Like the start of some cheap porn plot, except he knows better than to continue the story line. Idiot, maybe if he was younger he’d have acted upon his rash thoughts, but you’re lucky that he’s stronger than his urges. He thinks you caught him staring at least once or twice anyway, given how red your cheeks were all morning when giving him tasks, catching his gaze landing on you every now and then, but it could have been caused by the embarrassment after changing too. Don’t matter to him, he still got the eyeful he wanted. Then, to make matters worse, you panicked with the misfortune of leaving the gate to the barn open during feeding time, and it’s a good thing he was there the help too! The training the army provided earning him better than average stamina for any man, let alone one of his age, allowing him to easily round up your strays while you frantically held onto the ones that stayed behind. And to top it all off, you ended up dropping and breaking your fancy new metal ladder when he wasn’t looking, leading to today’s pathetic display.

He should be more annoyed than he currently is, but he can’t quite put a name to the emotion he’s feeling. A deep burn in his chest, something akin to spotting a helpless animal by the wayside.

It’s easier if he doesn’t think about giving it a name.

And despite all that, he seems to be smiling more than usual. And that must be a good sign, right? It’s real nice to be around a pretty girl again, at least. Even if you irk him sometimes, and he can’t believe just how dumb you really are, or how you can manage to confidently call yourself a farmer at this rate. Despite it all, he’s smiling. All it’s taken is one day on your farm for him to wonder just how any work gets done around your place under normal circumstances, and he can do nothing but smile about it. Isn’t that just so bemusing? So completely and utterly incredulous to think about. So much for that good work ethic you impressed him with on night one.

Although, he must admit, that it’s inspiring to see just how unstoppable you are in the face of so many challenges— made courtesy of yourself, of course. You don’t stop. And there’s something familiar about that.

A cow dead eye stares at him as he’s left alone with his thoughts and he hums back at it. Daisy you called it, right? Or was that another? He briefly wonders if this was one he helped coral back home for you today, but no matter how often you point out their differences, they’re still all the same to him. Cattle. Livestock. Prey? You know, cows are said to be good luck omens in certain parts of the world, offering abundance. Whether that be in wealth, resources, or even love.

He thinks they’re pretty ugly up close, though. Must be because you’ve used up all their good luck.

He only manages to stop staring at the animal because the wood next to him sways a bit too much for his liking, and his attention is immediately drawn to where you teeter at the very top, clutching the ladder for dear life as his rake drops far faster than his brain can even prompt him to do so. Instincts kick in and he stretches his arms out as if on command, ingrained within him to help. “K-Kent?” your voice wavers, and his heart drops as the scene plays out in his mind a second before it happens. It’s funny how much he can predict about you; your hesitation will be your downfall.

It all happens so fast that it appears as a blur to him. A mix of genuine fear and anxious resolve moving his body for him, automatically, like a flashback. Even the sweat that drips down his already tacky forehead is the same as back then.

You fall, obviously. There was no other way to end your little showcase of courage. Right into his pre stretched out arms, his knees bending to soften your fall as much as possible; because despite his rough exterior, he’s not heartless. He would hate to see harm befall his sons soon to be wife, under his care no less! And so down you tumble, right into his arms, as if this were some sort of romcom he was actively living out. All the way down to the way you let out a cute little squeak upon landing, huffing with fear as he holds his own breath in anticipation. His hand automatically grabs at your ass when he knows that you’re safe and sound, and not just a small feel either. A proper squeeze that could be dismissed as worry over your safety, but he’d be a liar if he said it wasn’t anything else after all that teasing you had him endure. Repayment, he thinks. For keeping you grounded when you’re too silly to ask for his help. You ought to rely on him a little more, for God’s sake.

And he has to resist the urge to tell you told ya so when you peer up at him, biting his tongue to hold back some sincere laughter instead. Because after all is said and done, he fucking knew thatyou’d need his help in some way, some how. And it’s funny, now that he’s secured your safety.

At the very least, life on your farm has proved engaging. Far more than home, where the most action he gets is having to yell at Vincent to stop searching for bugs, or long walks to shake off the bad vibes of the house itself.

You let out a soft little gasp, finally calming down. But it registers far differently in his brain, prompting him to distract himself by letting out a disapproving sigh. Like a father would do. A father in law. Because that’s what he is, technically. He has to remind himself, especially when you wiggle in his hold. So small compared to him, he could reach down so easily and just take a little nibble out of you— he knows you wouldn’t complain. Couldn’t, really. Could you?

“Hate to tell ya…” He trails off, catching the way your cheeks flush under the assumed embarrassment from having him hold you like this, bridal style. It’s cute. Real cute. You really should stop that though, because it only makes him want to tease you some more.

And he’s about to follow through with the expected taunt, but your humiliation gets the better of you as you meekly avoid his gaze, wriggling around in his arms some more to get out of his fatherly grip. Shame, your ass feels nice in his big hands. “Yeah, yeah. I know…” you pout, and the disappointment lacing your words perks his mood up just a little more.

Fuck, he hates to admit that Jodi was right. That he should have listened to her words of wisdom much sooner, instead of milling about like a stubborn bull. So he doesn’t, carefully dropping you back down to your feet and folding his arms against his chest as you dust yourself off instead. But the way his cheeks hurt to smile at your bashful attitude is evidence enough that farm life might have been the cure to what ails him all along, or maybe all he needed was time with you? Immediately, the thought alone causes goosebumps to run along his body, an uncomfortable chill sent down his spine. He coughs to hide his revelation, opting instead to stare at the fallen ladder, and then up at the more broken light. Anything other than you, because he doesn’t think he can handle the sight of you for much longer before snapping his jaws shut around you.

Your irresponsibility is contagious, in the worst ways possible.

His arms flex under the strain of his thoughts, nails digging into his rough skin to deflect his impulses. What did the doctor say again? Busy hands.

“Finally gonna let me help ya, right?” He questions, clearly directed at you, but he refuses to even look your way. Survival instincts kicking in.

It takes a few seconds for you to answer, but the little huff and sigh you let out before responding dries up his throat. He’d rather you remained silent in all honesty, as compared to your scandalous resignation. Then he wouldn’t have to hide his heating cheeks from your view too. Stupid, like two fucking teens caught in the barn the morning after, the sun warming his skin is enough to hide his obvious approval, surely. The threat you offer him is overwhelming, and he can feel a certain twitch in his knuckles that beg for a wall.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

You should have let him help you out from the beginning. If you did, then neither of you would be in the position you’ve regrettably placed upon him now. He’d get to continue carrying himself with distance, and you’d remain in your place— that is, not cradled in his tense arms. And yet, he still collects the ladder for you. He still bends down to grab a new lightbulb from the box, eyeing you up as he straightens again, offering you a barely noticeable smile of idiot before fixing the fucking light himself.

The situation isn’t lost on him. Screwing in the light as he reaches a lightbulb conclusion himself. And when he returns back to the ground and feels how heavy your little hand is on his taut arm when you pat his worked muscles, he recognises the look on your face as one of understanding too.

The shared emotion makes him scowl.

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Leaving Morals Behind: Kent x fem!reader SMUT

Warnings: NSFW, smut (MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is ALWAYS +18), AFAB!reader, p in v sex, rough sex, oral sex (male receiving), masturbation, choking (the good kind 😏) , the ol' cheatin' with the babysitter trope, dom!Kent, sub!reader, degrading, infidelity (duh), swearing, slow burn, mentions of PTSD, reader tries so hard to be a good person lol, there are some feeling in this, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 7724 Words

A/N: Okay, I know, infidelity is wrong, cheating is wrong, I wouldn't cheat on my partner, and I'd hope to God he wouldn't cheat on me, my mama always said married men are off limits...but y'all are lying if you said you wouldn't become a homewrecking whore for this man. I'd happily be this man's fucktoy if Jodi ain't givin' it up lol. Please leave all morals at the "read more" line, you will be able to pick them back up at the end of the fic. Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times, and away we go!

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You always thought you were a good person, or at least you always tried to be. You liked to be liked, giving and getting respect and rewards. Always wanting to be friends with a strong moral compass you never strayed from. So when you had inherited your grandfather's old farm and had to move to Stardew Valley, you were none the wiser that it was going to be a test of your good nature.

A test you were going to fail at.

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Stardew Valley was beautiful, at least you thought so. Sure it wasn't as big and bustling as the city you were used to, but you didn't mind. No, the only problem you had was money.

The farm was a fixer upper, that was for sure. You knew you would have to get some seeds and maybe some animals to make money, but all you were concerned with was making the home look like a home.

And food. You needed food.

Whelp, looks like it was job hunting time for you.

Unfortunately you didn't even know where to start.

"Wow, so mom was right," the sound of a male voice causes you to turn. Behind you was a man about your age with blonde hair. "Someone did move into the old man's place."

Of course, that's where you would start. Being nice as you always were.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Uh, this was apparently my grandpa's farm," you hold your hand out for him to shake. He takes it, but looks at you weird.

"You didn't know?"

"Uh, well no. I wasn't very close with him. I think I only knew him when I was a toddler," you truly didn't remember, then again your family was never close with their own. "So, you gotta name?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. I'm Sam."

Well, so far so good.

"Well, Sam, you wouldn't happen to know if anyone here has a help wanted sign or something. Kind of, uh...need to get this place fixed up."

He thinks for a moment.

"Eh, not sure. But hey, why don't I show you around? I'm sure you'll find something!"

With that, you followed Sam around, even getting to know him a bit more. You found him relatively likable, but you didn't really support his dislike for authority. Of course, you felt disappointment bubbling within you due to small towns typically meaning little opportunities. At the sight of your defeated face, Sam sighs.

"Look...there's someplace that is hiring, but it kinda sucks."

"Psh, I just need enough money for food and get the farm looking like, well, an actual farm."

"Yeah, it really does look like a shithole," at that, you punch his shoulder. "Ow! Okay, sorry. Look, I work at Jojamart, it's this big business that moved in recently, and they're always looking for workers. I don't like it, but if you can put up with it, then I'll take you there."

To make a long story short, you told Sam to lead you there.

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You tried to get by on such a humble paycheck, but operation "fix up your new farm" was going slower than you'd like. On the bright side, at least your friendship with Sam was going well. You viewed him as the brother you never had, and he viewed you as the sister he never had. Not to mention he had introduced you to his friends Sebastian and Abigail, although the latter was more agreeable and welcoming to your kindness.

About a month or two of you living in Pelican Town had passed, Sam had asked if you wanted to go out drinking with him. He even added that it was his treat since you said you didn't want to spend your paycheck on anything that wasn't a necessity. He clearly had something he wanted to talk to you about and you alone, considering Sebastian and Abigail weren't present like usual.

"So...any reason you wanted to drag me out for a drink?" swirling your glass and watching the drink that moved within.

"First of all, you need it. You've been working for six months straight."

"I have not! And for your information, I can handle the responsibilities of a job. You can't even bear working for an hour." you quipped.

"Not true. I can't handle working two hours, thank you very much."

"Heh, okay okay," you prepared to take a sip of your drink. "So, what's the second thing?"

"How good are you with kids?"

You nearly choke on your drink and let out a laugh of disbelief.

"Wha-What kinda question is that?" your laugh makes Sam let out a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, that does sound weird, huh?"

"You don't say."

He clears his throat, before explaining himself.

"Look, my mom's been stressed. Especially since my dad's been deployed. I gotta kid brother that she always worries about, and leave yours truly to babysit. Besides, you said you've been looking for a second job, anyways."

It's true. With the humble paycheck Joja was giving you, it was hard to get the farm fixed up, hence why you never went out drinking with Sam and his friends.

"It won't be much, but my mom really needs the break. Even if it's just for a day," the blonde looks at you pleadingly.

"Any little bit helps," you nod. "You sure your mom would be okay with a total stranger watching her kid?"

"Believe me, you're not a stranger to her. I've talked about so much that she thinks we're dating," he jokes.

"Ew!" you did a fake shudder at that, even making a goofy grossed out face.

"I know!" he lets out his own playful noise of disgust, before collecting himself. "So, uh, what do you say? Think you can put up with my little brother."

"Of course I can. I've babysat more kids than I can count before moving here. You have got yourself a deal, Samson." you held your hand out to shake on it.

Sam gave you an annoyed look that made you laugh. He hated being called by his full name, which you reveled in. Still, he shook your hand, sealing the deal.

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You told Sam that you would show up at his place the following Saturday. Upon meeting his mother Jodi and his little brother Vincent, you liked them just as quickly as you liked him. Jodi did look as exhausted as her eldest son described, and was trying to turn you away from babysitting her youngest. Not because she didn't trust you, but because she felt she didn't have the money you deserved for taking time out of your day to watch the little boy that was eagerly asking you all sorts of questions.

You just told her what you told Sam, any little bit helped no matter how small. Besides, you were quickly taking a liking to Vincent. In fact, you would say that he was one of the cutest kids you'd ever babysat.

And so, after standing your ground, the woman caved, and asked her youngest son if he would like you to watch over him.

The answer was a resounding "yes".

So she left, leaving the two of you alone in the home.

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"What are you doing?" Vincent asked, watching you tidy up the living room of the home.

"Just cleaning the room up a bit. Wanna help me? you had decided to indulge the child's love for insects, making sure he didn't get too dirty. At least, to the best of your abilities. He still needed to wash his hands afterwards. As such, you decided to assist Jodi even more by picking the house up a bit.

"I thought only mom cleaned?" he cocked his head to the side.

"Everyone cleans, kiddo. A nice home means a nice life," you moved to the kitchen to do some dishes.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"Mmhm, it is. Come on, you can help me dry dishes."

"But isn't that boring?" he still followed you into the kitchen despite his question.

"It doesn't have to be. How about I tell you a story while we work? Sound good?" you knelt down to be at eye level with the kid.

"Okay...but only if you let me have gummies afterwards."

"Whatever you say kiddo. Just don't tell your mother about the "gummy" part, kay?" you ruffled his hair and moved a chair closer to the sink for him to stand on.

He pulled himself onto the chair, and you began to tell a story you remembered from your childhood.

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You were coming up on a year of living in Stardew Valley, and your farm didn't look like it's former self at all. Now, you had crops of your own, as well as a couple of hens. As such, you quit your job at Jojamart, now selling your wares, but you still babysat Vincent at least once a week.

You loved the kid just as you loved Sam: as another brother you never had. Jodi was still apologetic with the small amount of money she paid you, but you no longer cared. You weren't babysitting her younger son for money anymore, now you were doing it because you wanted to. Besides, you enjoyed helping the overworked woman out with cleaning up the house a bit.

As such, it allowed her to repay you by joining her family for dinner. It was nice eating with what you now would consider a surrogate family, now that you were so far away from your own. In fact, both Jodi and Vincent had finally stopped calling you and Sam a couple, which was nice.

Yes, your good nature and morals was certainly still shining through, and rewarding you in the end.

That was until he showed up.

You were eating some of Jodi's lentil soup for supper that night. While Vincent complained about it, you told him that if you could eat it, he could eat it. So he sucked it up.

Meanwhile, Sam was discussing a song he was writing with Sebastian asking for your ideas. The ideas you gave ranged from serious to jokey.

It was all going so well, until the front door opened.

You all turned your heads to look at who it was. Though you never met him, you knew just who you were looking at. Sam, Vincent, and Jodi all told you about Kent. You knew he was in the military, and how his family had worried about him. He was loved, and everyone's words made you want to meet him when he got back from his deployment.

Now though, you felt small as his eyes fell upon you. He was analyzing you, a stranger in his home, despite clearly being on good terms with his family.

You wanted to excuse yourself early, now no longer hungry as you were intruding on what should have been a nice moment of a family reuniting.

Of course, after Kent found out you were both Sam's best friend and Vincent's babysitter, he stopped staring daggers at you like you had just burnt his most valued possessions. He even offered you his hand to shake, which you noticed was rough and large compared to yours.

After being properly introduced to him, you voiced that you were going to leave, coming up with the excuse that your crops needed tending to.

As you walked home, you decide to stay away from Sam's place for a bit, wanting him and his family to have a proper reunion with the patriarch of the house.

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It had been a few days since that dinner, and you were still following your decision. You still hung out with Sam, and Jodi and Vincent always said "hi" to you when you passed by them in town square, but you still didn't want to intrude.

So you spent these past days walking around Pelican Town, after tending to your crops and hens. You loved taking in the scenery and waving hello to any of the villagers that you'd greet. You also just love getting lost in your thoughts.

"Hey, uh, Y/N!"

You jump at the sound of a rough, male voice calling your name. You turn around and see Kent walking towards you. He doesn't seem as cold as he was when you first met him. As such, you got a better look at the older man now that you weren't frozen under his gaze.

He looked like an older, more handsome and rugged version of Sam. Also more muscular too, at least from what you could tell despite the clothes.

"H-Hi," you still can't help but be shy around him.

"Look...I'm sorry about our first meeting. I noticed you were kinda shaken up after it," he rubs the back of his neck, clearly feeling a bit guilty about it.

"It's okay. You didn't know me. You just wanted to eat and sleep I imagine, right?"

"Yeah," he nods and sighs. "Still, why don't we start over, clean slate."

He holds his large hand out for you to shake once more. You smile sheepishly, and take it.

"Clean slate," you agreed.

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Clean slate was right. After that day, everything in your world went back to normal. You got to babysit Vincent again, and you felt welcomed to hang out and eat supper at Sam's place too.

However, you quickly noticed that things were a bit rocky in his world. He would talk about how he was happy to have his dad back, but noticed that he seemed so standoffish, Vincent would even complain that he didn't play with him anymore. Jodi never spoke on the matter, but you assumed that she understood the seriousness on the matter. You certainly did.

Before moving to Stardew Valley, you had a huge interest in psychology, taking classes in both high school and college. You even had plans of becoming a psychologist. Funny how those plans changed.

The point is, you had an idea what Kent was going through. Being a soldier certainly wasn't easy. You had no doubts in your mind that he had seen and done things most couldn't even bear.

Whenever you would walk around town, you'd notice that he would stand under trees a lot, all by himself and deep in thought. Sure, he'd smile and wave at you when you'd pass by, but you knew that there was a disturbance inside his head. You wondered if he wanted someone to talk to. Then again, you didn't want to be pushy. Besides, you were just a family friend that he was only starting to get to know. There was only one way to find out.

Asking him.

You timed your walk perfectly with Kent heading out to stand under the tree just North of his home. He was a bit suspicious, considering you would usually take your walk later, but maybe you just felt like taking it sooner.

"Afternoon, Y/N," he greeted and continued on his way.

"Hey, Kent," you chirped.

"You're taking your walk early."

"Yeah, I didn't have much to do today. Why sit inside waiting for the clock to strike when you can just do it now, right?"

"I guess," he tenses up a bit when he notices you aren't breaking away from him like usual. Maybe you were just in a friendly mood. "So, uh, how's the farm coming?"

"Oh, it's going great! You should've seen it before I cleaned it up. You wouldn't even recognize it.

"Maybe...this town hasn't changed much since I left."

His jaw is tight and he clearly is starting to get lost in thought. Now was your chance.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"I'm fine," he says quickly.

Alright, that didn't give you much to work with.

"Do you...do you want me to leave you alone?" you clearly aren't buying his words.

Kent sighs, deeply.

"Y/N, listen, don't you have something better to do than waste time following me around?"

Resistance, that was to be expected. Still, you would try one more time. If he continued to push you away, then that would be it. You would leave him alone.

"I know you're not fine, Kent. I can't imagine what you're going through, but I just want you to know that I'll listen to you if you need me to. But if you want me to leave you alone, then I will."

He stares at you intensely. He's both analyzing your words, and deciding if he wants to talk. You continue to look up at him, patience evident on your face. Eventually, he takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

"You like listening to other people's problems?"

"I like being there for people if they want me to, however they want me to. So, if you want me to leave, I will."

"Heh, a farmer, a babysitter, and a shrink. Is there anything else you can do that I don't know about?" he really doesn't want to give you a straightforward answer. Unfortunately for him, you were more stubborn than you let on. At your lack of backing down, he just looks away from you.

"It just doesn't feel right....Like I can't go back to normal no matter how hard I try. I'm happy to be home...but I hate that I can't just go back to who I was before...," he trails off.

Well that's shocking. You were really expecting him to tell you to "fuck off". Still, you'll take it.

"Have you tried talking to someone about this? Jodi?" you push a bit, seeing how responsive he'll be. Luckily, he replies to your question.

"No one here gets it, so why should I? Besides, Jodi just wants to pretend that everything is still great, so why should I ruin that? Hell, why am I even telling you this, anyways?" he runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident at the matter.

"Only you know the answer to that, Kent. I'm not gonna tell you what you should and shouldn't do, or how you should feel," you hesitantly hold your hand up to touch his arm." I'm just here if you want someone to just listen to you."

You're both silent now. Neither of you know what you want to say. Still, your hand is resting reassuringly on his arm, which he doesn't shove off. Finally, the older man sighs.

"Look, just...," he thinks about what he wants to say. "Just know that you don't have to waste your time listening to me, okay."

You give him a sympathetic smile.

"It's not wasting my time, if I'm just doing what I wanna do," you squeeze his arm gently before letting it go. "I just want to be there for you, Kent. Just like with Sam, and Jodi, and Vincent....And I'll do it however you all want me to."

He glances at you, before giving you a shadow of a smile.

"You're too nice of a person. You know that, Y/N?"

"So I've been told," you giggle.

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'You were just being nice,' you thought. It seems like those five words had become your mantra ever since that day.

You were just being nice while you listened to Kent open up about whatever he felt comfortable with telling you.

You were just being nice when you would reassuringly touch his arm and speak so sweetly to him.

You were just being nice when you would give him gifts he loved, while the rest of his family would only get gifts that they liked.

And it was just a coincidence that you started wearing more dresses now, because he would always compliment you when you wore them.

Everything even got to the point where Kent would visit you at your farm to help move things that were too heavy for you, when you had complained about whatever you were having trouble with. You didn't want him to strain himself, but he insisted. He said it was because he was repaying you for always being there for his family.

So yes, you were just being nice when you would watch him move objects around, always wearing a white tank top that showed off his arms, or even forfeiting the shirt entirely.

You were just being nice, because you were just making sure he didn't pass out from heat stroke, hence why you gave him towels, ice cold lemonade, or even offered your shower to him.

This wasn't because you desired the older man. No, of course not. How could you? He was not only married with a family, but you were friends with his family. Sure he was attractive, and sure he cared about you, but you'd never pursue anything with him. You weren't a homewrecker.

You weren't. Even when your brain would betray you and make you dream about Kent in situations that ranged from wholesome, with him kissing you while standing under one of the many trees he stood under, to down right pornographic with him pinning you down to any surface and fucking your brains out. Nope, you couldn't be into him. Even when you would wake up from those dreams with butterflies in your stomach or damp panties.

No. You couldn't. After all, would you really be into him if a cold shower washed those thoughts away? Would you really be into him if you still hung out with him and his family? Of course not.

You were just being nice.

Well, that was until one wet dream you had one night.

'You were babysitting Vincent like always. You were helping him study for a science test he had that Friday. You supposed you could add tutor to that list of farmer, babysitter, and shrink.

Suddenly, both Jodi and Kent entered the home. The boy at your side got up from your spot on the floor and ran into his mother's arms. She said that he had a doctor's appointment, which was odd because you could've sworn Vincent's doctor's appointment had passed. Still, they both left, leaving you and the older man alone in the home.

He walked into the dinning room, and called for you to follow him. You did what you were told, only to have his hand wrapped around your throat. You could still breathe, but it didn't stop you from jumping.

Kent now had you pinned up against the dining room table, calling you a "dirty homewrecker" and a "filthy whore", and with his hand under the skirt of your dress.

The next thing you knew, you were bent over the table, your skirt flipped up and your panties ripped off, all while the older man behind you used your body like you were nothing but a sex doll.

Fuck, it felt amazing. You had never had your body used like that before, but you were already addicted to it. Especially as you felt your orgasm coming closer...and closer...and....'

You woke up, panties completely soaked and your pussy craving attention. It was at that moment in your lust filled mind that you thought one thing: fuck it.

No cold shower was gonna take care of this, and you decided that you were done lying to yourself. You were done with being nice all the time. You wanted Kent, and you didn't give a fuck about his wife and sons.

So, you slipped your hand down your body and underneath the waistband of your pajama shorts and panties.

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Little did you know that Kent wasn't exactly having the most platonic thoughts about you, either. Though it did take him a bit longer than you for him to have his own "fuck it" moment.

You were so beautiful, attentive, sweet, almost innocent in his eyes. And as such, he also just assumed that all of the actions you had done for him, was just you being nice.

That's why he would go over to your farm to help you. He was just repaying your kindness. He was just being nice.

He didn't want you. No, how could he? He loved his wife, he had a family. And you? Innocent, sweet little you? You couldn't have wanted him. You were a good girl, not a homewrecker. No, he didn't desire you at all.

Even when his brain betrayed him by playing dreams of you as his little wife instead. Coming home to you, loving you, taking you out on dates. Nope, that longing feeling he felt after waking up from these dreams was something else.

After all, would he really be into you if a cold shower washed those thoughts away, or if he could still look you or his family in the eye. Of course not.

You were just being nice.

That was until he had his own wet dream about you.

'He was sitting in a field with you, which was odd considering how open fields make him uncomfortable, but you looking at him so lovingly seemed to make him forget that.

Something he noticed was that you were wearing a dress, as you seem to be wearing dresses a lot nowadays, except this one left little to the imagination. The skirt hardly covered your ass, and the top put your cleavage on full display. You, however, seemed completely unaware of your revealing outfit.

The next thing Kent knew, your dress was off, and apparently you weren't wearing a bra or panties underneath. He was also hovering above you, with his hand wrapped around your throat. Despite this, you were looking up at him, completely blissed out. As if this dream couldn't get any better, you let out the most adorable moans while he fucked you.

What started off with what could've been interpreted at "love making" quickly transformed into something more primal. And he loved it. Especially as his orgasm got closer...and closer...and....'

He woke up, except unlike you, he woke up in the middle of the night, with his wife peacefully sleeping beside him. He couldn't take a cold shower, and he couldn't go back to sleep now that he was almost painfully hard. There was only one thing he could do.

'Fuck it,' he thought, before getting up to head to the bathroom, after making sure everyone in the house was asleep.

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Neither of you made a move. How could you? You didn't know if Kent desired you, and he didn't know if you desired him. Besides, there was the whole, oh, you know, married with a family issue. Still, that didn't stop you from wanting to be a bit subtle on the matter, now wearing dresses that had shorter skirts or emphasized your cleavage, and touching him a bit more.

Everything didn't come to a halt though, until you had asked him to come over whenever he could to help move something heavy. Apparently, that meant Kent coming over on what felt like the hottest day of the summer. As such, you decided to set up your sprinkler in case he needed to cool down while he worked. Oh yeah, and so you had an excuse to run around in your bathing suit in front of him.

When he saw you, he was taken aback by seeing more of you than he was used to, even looking away to focus on the task at hand. That clearly didn't last long, as you felt his eyes back on you while you bent over a bit to splash the cool water from the sprinkler onto your face.

"Alright, move over. I need to cool down more than you," the older man jests.

You look up at him and smirk, moving aside.

"Go ahead."

Kent stands and sighs, as droplets of water fall unto him. While he's distracted, you grab the sprinkler and hold it towards him, causing him to get hit in the face with a rush of water. You place it back down and laugh at his startled reaction. Unfortunately, this gave him enough time to replicate what you did to him.

"Eek! Kent, stop!" you squeal out, trying to shield your body from the sprinkler's cold blasts.

"Nope! Not until you say you're sorry," he playfully sneers.

"Ah! Okay! Okay, I'm sorry!" at that, he puts the sprinkler back onto the grass. "Truce?"

You hold out your hand, which he shakes.

"Truce."

"I'm sorry about making you come out here. Especially on the hottest day of the summer," you do feel a bit guilty about the whole thing, despite flaunting your body in your bathing suit.

"You know I don't mind. I'm always happy to help you out."

"I know...," you begin, deciding to make a move now. You make your way closer to Kent before giving him your best "bedroom eyes". "I just wish there was something I could do to repay you."

You drag your fingertips up his arm, which causes him to tense up. His eyes widen at your actions, and he backs up from you.

'Oh, shit.'

You quickly drop your hand to your side. Your face begins to heat up with embarrassment and shame. You try to get out an apology, but all that comes out are stuttered phrases.

"...I see," Kent grabs his jacket and walks out of your backyard. All you can do is just stand there, humiliated.

You raise your hands up to your face and take a deep breath, ashamed of yourself.

'Oh, Yoba, what have I done?"

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After that event, you couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror. What was wrong with you? How could you do that? You tried to seduce a married man. A man who you were close with, and had a family you were close with. And now he knew just what a horrible person you were. Hell, it felt like everyone in Pelican Town knew, despite them not treating you any differently. In fact, Jodi and Vincent still would greet you anytime they passed you, and Sam still would invite you out to drink with him and his friends. And every time, you had to put on a mask like you were still a good person, like you didn't try to destroy their family.

You also never saw Kent after that day, but you were purposely trying to ignore him. How could you face him? He seemed pretty pissed off at your actions, not wanting to associate with someone like you.

You were actually considering moving back home. What was once someplace you felt welcomed in, now felt suffocating. Everyone knew, they had to.

It was evening now, and you were doing everything you could to ignore your thoughts and how much of a miserable human being you were.

The sound of your phone ringing rips you from your task, and you almost feel like just letting the caller on the other end give up trying to reach you. Guilt pulls you to answer it though, because if you are going to try and feel less miserable about yourself, why ignore someone who may have needed you. So you answer, lifting the device up to your ear.

"H-Hello?"

"Y/N," the voice on the other end greets. You feel your blood run cold as you recognize who it is.

"Kent...wh-what can I do for you?" you swallow, nervously.

"Sorry that this seems short notice. I was gonna take Jodi out for drinks and Sam's off with his buddies somewhere. Do you mind watching Vincent for a bit?" he doesn't sound pissed off or tense, like you expected. That does melt your nerves a bit.

"Y-Yeah, sure. Um, I'll be over there in a bit."

"Good."

And just like that, the line goes dead. You take a deep breath. You were just going to watch Vincent, that was all. Maybe this was your road to redemption. Maybe your little stunt that hot day was going to become water under the bridge. So after composing yourself, you head on over to the home you had been avoiding.

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It seems like the distance between your farm and Sam's place had gotten shorter during your trek. You actually just stare at his front door wondering if you should just turn around and head back. No, you had to try and reconstruct your shattered, good nature. Flaking on people who needed you was not going to help. So you knock on the door just as you used to.

Unfortunately, Kent greets you when the front door opens, though you didn't know if greeting Jodi would've been any better.

"Come in," he says, shortly.

You walk in and the older man closes the door behind you. You wait for Vincent to come greet you like he always does when you babysit, but you can't hear the sound of his footsteps getting rapidly closer, nor do you hear his voice. In fact, the whole house was quiet.

"Kent, where is everyone?" you ask, feeling nervous.

"Gone," he says, before walking into his kitchen.

"Wha-gone? What do you mean 'gone'?" you hesitantly follow him. He is leaning up against one of the counters, thinking.

"Jodi took the boys out for a little vacation. I stayed behind," he still doesn't look at you.

"I-I...why?" everything is beginning to feel weirdly dreamlike.

"Because we need to talk," his eyes finally fell on you. "And you haven't been giving me much of an opportunity."

"Sorry...," your voice is small, and you look down at your feet. As much as you don't want to face this talk, you know that getting it out of the way may make things better.

"'Sorry' is right. You pull that little stunt all those days ago, and then avoid me," wait what?

You look up and notice that Kent is much closer to you now. You freeze up a bit, but feel confused that he doesn't look angry with you.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he leans a bit closer to you. "Do you normally fool around with married men?"

The question takes you by surprise and your cheeks heat up.

"I-I...no," it's the only thing that comes to your mind, which now feels empty.

"Clearly," he holds your face so you are forced to look at him. "You have a bad habit of working me up, where people could see or hear us. Do you want everyone to know that we're fooling around, hm?"

You don't speak, still frozen and tense. Kent sighs, letting your face go and moving away from you.

"Of course...you don't want that anymore, do you?" he turns his back to you. "If you don't want to, then you're free to go."

"W-wait...y-you...?" you let out a frustrated sigh, trying to compose yourself and ask what you wanted to ask. "You mean...you weren't mad at me."

"Of course not. I was just surprised and needed to think," he glances over his shoulder." Now, answer my question, Y/N: do you want this or not?"

Well, here you were. A crossroad. You could either try to rebuild your moral compass, or you damage it permanently. And you know what? The fog in your brain and the dampness that was forming in your panties was going to keep you from walking out that door. This was going to end in two ways: just getting a taste of what you've been dreaming about so you could move on, or becoming addicted to it entirely.

Kent's back is still to you, and a smirk forms on your face. You begin to remove your clothes as quietly as you could. You regret not not wearing a dress as it would've made this so much easier, but your guilty mind had sworn to not wear them anymore. Funny how that was going to change.

"You know what?" you drawl, waiting for the older man to turn back and look at you. He does, and a smirk forms on his own face as his eyes fall upon you, now only clothed in your bra and panties. "I don't think I'd mind fooling around a bit."

"Clearly," he makes his way back towards you, but this time he wraps one of his hands around your throat, squeezing it lightly. "Heh...and here I thought you were a good girl. Looks like I was wrong though, huh?"

You shamelessly whine at the feeling of him mildly choking you, reminding you of one of your many impure dreams about the older man.

"Yeah, you aren't a good girl at all," Kent's other hand wanders to your back, pulling you closer to him and undoing your bra. "You're just a filthy whore, right?"

You bite your lip, a nice quip for his comment forming in your mind.

"I'm your filthy whore," you correct, which causes the older man to chuckle darkly.

"Oh yeah?" he asks, which causes you to nod. "We'll see about that."

He suddenly lifts you up, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You are carried to his bedroom. As if the situation couldn't get any more taboo, he was now going to fuck you on the same bed he shared with his wife.

Kent closes the door behind him out of habit. Not that he had to worry about anyone bursting into the room. In fact, he was surprised how natural he was with this considering he and Jodi have hardly fucked since he got back.

There was no time to think about that though. Especially as you sat down on the edge of his bed in only your panties now, your eyes full of curiosity at what he was going to do to you.

"The fuck you think you're doing," he growls, which both startles and turns you on. "You think I'm just gonna let a whore like you get comfortable, just like that?"

"N-No sir," you whimper.

Kent's eyes don't move from you, his gaze as hard as it was the night he first met you. Even as he slowly begins to undress, his glare is still unmoving. As soon as his torso is bare, your eyes wander, taking in all of his muscle and scars.

"Come here."

"Hm? Wha-?"

"I said 'come here'. Don't make me have to fucking repeat myself," he crosses his arms across his chest.

You waste no time making your way over to him, only to be shoved to your knees. You look up at the older man and your mouth waters at what'll happen next.

Kent's hands move to his belt, undoing it and pulling his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. Your eyes widen at his size, wondering if he'll even fit inside your pussy. Oh well, now's not the time to think about that, especially since you had a job to do.

"I take it I don't have to tell you what to do?" he asks.

You nod, taking his dick in your hands and jerking him off. You then begin to swirl your tongue around the tip, getting a feel for his length. Once you feel ready, you take the first few inches of his cock into your mouth, taking him as far as your gag reflexes would allow you.

Kent moves his hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair harshly. He tries to be nice and let you suck him off at your own pace, but impatience begins to consume him.

Eventually, he forces your head all the way down his dick, causing you to gag and for tears to form in the corners of your eyes. You ball your hands into fists and try to relax your throat, allowing the older man to fuck your mouth however he'd like.

And that's just what he does. He continues to use your mouth at a harsh pace, groaning with pleasure at such. Your panties are soaked, and you move one of your hands underneath the waistband to stroke your clit. Your moans add to the older man's satisfaction, and he looks down at you.

He loves what he sees. You with teary, half-lidded eyes, some saliva seeping from the corners of your mouth, and your hand touching yourself.

Suddenly, Kent pulls you off of his cock. While you're happy to have a breather and give your jaw a bit of a rest, you still feel disappointed that you aren't gonna feel him cum down your throat. As such, you remove your hand from your panties and look up at him confused.

"Don't let me stop you, sweetheart. In fact...," he pulls you up from the floor and moves you to the bed. Your panties are then ripped from your body, and the older man removes the rest of his clothes as well. "There... now why don't you continue playing with that pretty, little pussy of yours."

His words make you shiver and your wet hole to clench around nothing. You spread your legs and move your hand back to your cunt. You soak your fingers in your slick and go back to rubbing your clit. You tilt your head back , and breathy moans drip from your lips.

Kent takes in the sight of you. Despite wanting to fuck you right then and there, he still wanted to enjoy a bit of a show, especially as your moans grew louder. While you are distracted, he moves to his bedside table and rummages for a condom in the drawer. It's nice that they are finally going to get some use, now.

He moves back to you and grabs your hand, halting your motion. You whine in frustration, as you were on the verge of your release, but get cut off as you are flipped onto your stomach.

"On all fours. Now," he growls.

You waste no time getting onto your hands and knees, and feel the bed dip behind you. Kent gets into position, before ripping open the condom's packaging and rolling it onto his dick. He then lines himself up with your pussy, before pushing into you.

You cry out at the feeling of being stretched out and drop onto your forearms. The older man barely gives you time to adjust to his size before setting a harsh pace. You had never felt such an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure in your life. Needy, high pitched moans leave your mouth at his cock thrusting in and out of you.

"Yeah? You like that, huh? You like getting fucked by married men?" he growls into your ear after leaning down so that his chest was to your back, still not halting his pace.

You try to respond, but it feels like the tip of his dick is hitting your cervix, which scrambles your sentences into sobs of pleasure.

"Of course-fuck! Of course, a dirty, little homewrecker like you does," he moans, while wrapping his hand around your neck once more.

Despite his degrading words, Kent is enjoying this as well. As horrible as it sounds, he does love the feeling of your tighter, younger pussy when comparing it to his wife's. Scratch that, he just preferred everything about you when compared to Jodi.

You listened to him, you were there for him, instead of just pretending that everything was okay. It could've helped that you never knew him before his deployment, or it could've been that you tackled things that were wrong instead of ignoring it.

At the moment though, he doesn't care. He'll think about it later, right now he has a job to do. Right now, your pretty, little cunt was tightening around him and your moans were now screams. You were going to cum, and he would let you, but not that easily.

Kent slows his pace and his thrusts become shallow. The sudden change causes you to whine in a combination of confusion and frustration.

"Aw, what? Did you really think I'd let a whore like you cum?" he chuckles cruelly at your desperate whimpers.

"K-Kent...please," you even try to push your hips back, but he tightens his hold on your neck, stopping you.

"Tell me, sweetheart. Why should I let you cum, hm?" he didn't expect you to give him a good answer. In fact, he didn't even care what you told him. He just wanted to hear you beg.

"P-Please, I-I'll do anything! Please!" you feel tears beginning to flow down your cheeks. After keeping you from cumming once, you didn't want him to deny you a second time.

"Aw, you're that desperate to cum, huh?" his faux sympathy makes you nod. "Hm, alright...I guess I'll be nice."

His pace changes to the harsh speed it was before, pulling a surprised moan from you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, and you cum harder than you have ever had.

The feeling around his cock, makes Kent spill his own release into the condom. He wishes he didn't have to use it, but he knew the consequences if he didn't, and you both were already doing something that would have serious consequences if found out.

He pulls out of you, and your body goes limp. You are blissed out of your mind, and the bed underneath you feels comfortable. The older man decides to take the time to dispose of the condom, as well as look for any other potential evidence of his affair that would need to be taken care of.

He then returns back to the bedroom, lays down next to you, and starts petting your hair. It's gentle, which seems odd after he roughly fucked you, but you certainly weren't going to complain. You move to face him, and give him a dazed smile.

Kent smirks at your reaction, shifting his hand from your hair to your cheek, thinking while he stroked it.

"You need anything?" he breaks the pleasant silence. You just shake your head, and pull him closer.

You could stay the night. Jodi and the boys weren't going to be back until tomorrow night, which was fine by the both of you.

Unfortunately for you and Kent, this wasn't going to be a one time thing. You both were addicted to each other now, which meant that this could get dangerous. Not that either of you cared though. You both were going to enjoy each other no matter how this fucked up fairy tale ended.

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