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beholdthebangs · 1 month ago

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Stress Reliever

Kent x F!Reader / Sam x F!Reader

~ 18+ ~

Synopsis: Smut - Sam invites himself and Kent over to your house for dinner one night, seemingly an opportunity to get to know your boyfriend’s father better after his recent arrival to town. Things take a turn when you try to give Kent some ideas to relax, Sam having his own thoughts on the subject when he offers you up as a solution. Only under his supervision, of course.

Word count: 7.3k

Warnings: Drinking, brief references to PTSD, affair, indirect(?) incest, creampie, unprotected sex, rough sex, free use, daddy kink, dirty talk, praise, vaginal sex, oral sex, light choking

A/N: There’s not enough Kent smut to go around so this is my contribution.

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Sam

2:43 AM: My dad and I are gonna come over tmrw nite for dinner

2:44 AM: Wear something I like 😜💦

2:51 AM: n make sumthing good plz 🥺

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Kent had returned to Pelican Town only a few months ago and you’d had few interactions with him since, limited to a brief introduction and exchanging of pleasantries when you stopped by 1 Willow Lane to see Sam. The older man had always been standoffish, understandably so given everything he’d gone through in his time away. Still, it was difficult to find some way to relate with him, something you desperately wanted given your relationship with his son. It was discouraging to have such a poor relationship with the man who may one day be your father-in-law. Sam had assured you that he was always quiet, even with his family.

Sam rarely talked about him before he came back, and Jodi seemed just as stressed out as she was when she was acting as a single mother. The family didn’t seem to change dynamics at all with Kent’s return; it didn’t adjust to make room for him. It’s like all the gaps had been filled when he left and there was no space now that he was back. You hadn’t been around before Kent had been deployed. Sometimes you’d ask Sam what things were like back then, but he would shrug it off, telling you he didn’t remember that far back. Sure, his brain was crowded with hyperactive tendencies, but you knew he also didn’t want to open up. You tried not to jump to conclusions but it was hard having nothing else to draw from but the blond’s abnormally clouded demeanor.

You stir a pot of pasta sauce absentmindedly as it simmers, the pasta waiting in a colander in the sink to be added. Three chicken breasts are sizzling in the cast iron pan in your oven, nearing temperature. It seems like the end a recipe always feels the most chaotic, everything timed to finish at once. You have to pull yourself out of your head to focus on not burning anything. You brush a piece of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. 5:45 pm on the clock in the living room; perfect.

You pull the chicken out, allowing it to rest while you combine the pasta and toss together the salad comprised of veggies you’d picked this morning. You set out the blueberry tarts along with a bowl of roasted hazelnuts, your most overt plea for friendship with Kent as he’d mentioned once how much he enjoyed them.

Once the pasta is dished out, chicken cut into strips and placed neatly on top, you set everything at your dining table and take a step back, leaning in to fix silverware placements and adjust the flower pot in the center of the table. You also grab the boxy bottle of fancy whiskey Pam had gifted you last winter and pour a small amount in each short glass set at the table, leaving it in the middle as you’d surely need seconds to calm your nerves. In fact—

You take a quick sip from the bottle before replacing it on the table, smoothing your sweaty palms over your thin skirt, hem resting above your kneecaps. The alcohol content will clean any germs you leave behind, right? The way your body begins to buzz only a minute later feels like assurance of that.

As you finish cleaning up your kitchen, you hear the door close and look over. Sam has his hands stuffed in his jean jacket, hair pushed up as if he’s been running his fingers through it. Kent is behind him in a light brown corduroy jacket and dark jeans. “Hey!” you greet, hurrying over. “I can grab your jackets.”

“Hey,” Sam smiles, shrugging his off and handing it over while leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Smells good, huh Dad?”

Kent grunts. As you look over at him, he gives one nod as he pulls his own jacket past his broad shoulders and holds it in his hand. You take it from him, turning and standing on your toes, reaching up to hang both on the coat rack by your door. “Thanks for having us.” As you turn, both men’s eyes snap upward to yours, a twisted expression on Kent’s face and a nervous one on Sam’s.

“Of course! Come sit, everything is ready.” You press your lips together, rubbing in the pink gloss placed on them. Your fingers toy with the end of your shirt, glancing down at yourself as you try to pinpoint what they were looking at. Maybe you’d gotten a bit more messy than you thought while cooking.

You allow the men to walk ahead of you and take their places at the rounded table before filling in the empty spot between them. They dig in without hesitation, talking more to one another than to you. Once in a while, Sam will say something to bring you into the conversation like, “Y/n is great at that. Tell him.” It allows you to talk about yourself for a moment, often getting nothing but a nod in response. To be fair, Sam carries the conversation between the two of them as he babbles on, so you try not to take it too personally. The way he speaks without leaving enough pauses between sentences to truly converse reminds you of the way he acted before you started dating. He’d let his racing brain take full control of his mouth and he never shut up until you kissed him. He never shut up until he got comfortable and lost his nerves… It makes you wonder what he might be hiding now. Maybe it’s just the pressure of the night, and he wants it to go well as much as you do.

As you’re finishing up the last of your pasta, you hear Kent say, “Roasted hazelnuts?” Your attention snaps up to him and you nod.

“Yeah! I thought you might enjoy them.”

“I love them.” He grabs a couple and pops them in his mouth, teeth crunching down on them. After he swallows, he says a quiet, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. There’s more where those came from.”

Sam grins, leaning back in his chair. “I told you how caring she is.”

Kent stiffens a bit. “Yeah, you did.” He grabs another handful.

With your last bite of food in your mouth, you stand and clear the plates from the table, setting them in the sink. Sam pours himself and his dad another glass of whiskey while Kent excuses himself to the bathroom. As you scrub at the dishes, Sam stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder.

“Thanks for making dinner, baby. So good.”

“Thanks Sammy.” You lean your head against his for a moment.

“I like your skirt,” he comments as his hands begin to slide down the fabric covering your thighs. You clench them together, his tone mixed with wandering hands all too familiar.

“We can’t do this right now,” you whisper, barely audible over the sound of running water as you scrub the dish.

“Just a little, baby.” You don’t move. “Please?”

He waits for protests, but receives none. His hands slide back up your thighs, this time pulling your skirt with them. His fingers loop themselves around your panties and pull them down your legs, letting go of you to lean down and grab them as you step out of them. He stays on his knees, spreading your feet apart and coaxing you into a wider stance. You lean over the sink just slightly, your hole exposed and positioned toward your boyfriend. His tongue licks a strip from your clit back to your pussy and you shiver at the contact, the metal of his tongue piercing providing extra sensation you had grown especially fond of.

You try desperately to focus on the dishes, sudsing up the sponge as you press it against each plate and lather it up while Sam rubs his tongue expertly along your clit, a finger snaking into you and curling at your sensitive spot. With great focus, you manage to finish cleaning and washing off each dish while he works on your wet pussy. You throw the sponge in the sink, excited to be able to just grip the counter and enjoy him. Just as you start to give in, the bathroom door opens from the other side of the room and Sam quickly pulls back, fixing your skirt for you before Kent walks out. You turn in time to see Sam tuck your panties in his pocket, unable to protest as his dad sits on your couch only feet away. Sam winks, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm and walking over to join him, whiskey glasses in hand.

You take a breath, reaching over to grab a dishrag and dry off the plates, setting them back in the cupboard one by one. You manage to regain your composure rather quickly; the times you’d spend at Sam’s had trained you to get your fix in where you could but stay on edge with the threat of his mother walking in always looming over the two of you. The dynamic had yielded a… unique sexual relationship between you and Sam. Him having such a high sex drive had you bending to his will, metaphorically and often physically, any time he wanted it without so much as word.

After you put away the dishes, you join the two men on the couch. They’re holding their glasses, yours already refilled and set on the coffee table in front of you. You take it, sitting carefully in the spot between the two of them. Your back is twisted slightly toward Sam and you’re almost positive he saw your ass in the process, still naked from his assault on your clit minutes ago. Stealing a glance, his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, eyes lingering at the edge of your skirt.

“We’re just talking about how my dad’s been since coming home,” Sam explains, reaching forward to put his palm on your thigh, rubbing his thumb along your skin casually.

“I imagine it’s hard getting back into a routine,” you say as you turn your attention to the gruff man in front of you. You’d noticed Kent’s inconsistent patterns, often coming across him staring out at the river in front of his home in the morning or in the saloon at night.

He nods, eyes trained on the brown liquid in his hands. “You’d be right. I don’t remember having a free moment before I left. Now, I got far too many.”

“I can’t imagine how hard it must be. Now would be a good time to pick up some hobbies,” you offer, though the advice feels a bit shallow considering the magnitude of emotions he must be going through.

“I’ve tried fishing, jogging, drinking… none of it eases my mind like it used to.”

Sam squeezes your leg. “Why don’t you tell him what we do to destress.”

You look back, shooting him a confused glance. Sam twists in his spot, positioning himself to lean against the armrest of the couch, his chest parallel to your back. He places his hands on either side of your waist, pulling you toward him. “Sam,” you snap quietly behind you, but he doesn’t stop until you’re sat on his lap, your legs stretched along the couch toward Kent. As much as you want to tuck yourself in, you fear doing so would expose too much skin to your boyfriend’s father.

“Tell him how you deal with stress,” Sam repeats in your ear.

Your mind spins with Sam’s affection in front of his father; you’d never dream of sitting on his lap as you share a couch with his parent. Still, you wrack your brain for answers. “Visiting the beach, walking in Cindersap forest or the mountains… the spa is always nice after a long day.”

Sam chuckles lowly. “Remember what we did last time we went there?”

You laugh nervously, patting his knee. “Yep. What else…”

Sam presses a kiss to your neck, lips still curled into a smile as he reminisces in your late night escapade in the steamy pool last winter. You’re frozen, unable to pull your gaze from Kent, his eyes intently looking over you. Your face is surely bright red now, unsure how to process anything going on at the moment.

“That night is more along the lines of what I was thinking, baby,” Sam admits, hot breath on your neck. “My dad and I were talking about how I manage stress, and… well, I told him.”

“You told him?” you repeat in a quiet voice, quirking an eyebrow upward.

He nods. “I told him about our arrangement.”

“What arrangement?” Your tone is harsher now; surely he isn’t saying what you think he’s saying.

Sam moves his hand from your waist down to your inner thigh, pressing it hard enough to part your legs despite your physical resistance. His fingertips glide over your clit, still wet from your previous encounter, the obscene sound filling the room much to your embarrassment. Kent has a straight view to his son’s hand working you.

“The one where I have free will with your body… any time, any place, any way I want it…”

“Sam,” you hiss, squeezing your thighs together around his hand.

“Y/n,” he replies, matching your tone mockingly. He hastily pushes your thighs back apart as if annoyed at the inconvenience you’d caused by closing your legs. “I’ve been talking you up to my dad for weeks. I told him how much it’s helped me. I think it could help him too.”

Your mind is swirling. You can’t get the fact that Kent can see straight up your skirt as his son touches you out of your head. The way his eyes won’t leave you makes your skin burn. The knowledge that your boyfriend has fully divulged your sex life to his dad over the course of the month is too much to process in the moment. “What are you suggesting?”

He breathes in deep, nose pressed to your hair. “I’m suggesting… my dad can make the same arrangement with you… the only stipulation being my approval.”

You look between Sam, trying to appear confident and powerful with his nerves seeping through the cracks of his facade, to Kent who can hardly bear to make eye contact. “You have a wife!”

Sam scoffs. “You think she has enough time left in her day to let him free use her like you let me?”

“But you love her.” You’re trying to appeal to Kent’s soft spot, if he has one.

“I do,” he agrees, finally speaking up. “But this isn’t a problem she’s equipped to fix. Because I love her, she can’t help me.” You shake your head, beckoning him for clarification. “I can’t…”

“Use her,” Sam finishes his thought, finger flicking at your clit as the words leave his mouth.

“Can’t use her,” Kent confirms. “Sam says that’s your area of expertise.”

He hums. “And you can keep a secret, can’t ya?” Sam reaches around, pulling the neck of your shirt down along with your bra as he exposes one of your breasts. He toys with your nipple as the pad of his finger strokes your slit, messy sounds emanating from it despite your conflicted feelings. “Baby,” Sam coos gently against your ear. “You need to turn your brain off. It’s not doing you any good.”

A part of you wants to fight him. This is a weird situation and you’d be right to kick them both out right now. At the same time, a more submissive version of yourself is clouding your judgment. Sam tends to flip a switch in your brain; it’s like your body is physically attuned to what he needs, and it’s your mission to deliver it to him no matter what. You’d spent a large portion of your relationship doing anything he could ask, so much so that it had become the expectation that you would let him take you in whatever way he needed and you would allow it with a smile. And every time before this, you had done that.

He begins to leave kisses down your neck, nipping at your ear. His hands sneak around your ass, managing to unbutton his jeans and pull them down his thighs just enough to retrieve his hard cock. He strokes it, the feel of the soft, hot skin meeting your back with every thrust against his palm. Sam finally lifts you up, setting your hole just above his entrance. Slowly, he lets you down until your ass is back in his lap, cock now nestled deep inside you. Your head rolls back, falling onto his shoulder as you moan, your walls stretching to take in his cock. His tip almost immediately finds the spongy spot inside you that seems to short-circuit you. That special part of your brain reserved for Sam is taking over. You watch Kent through droopy lids as Sam manages small thrusts into you, him studying your body intently.

“Look at her,” the blond chuckles. “She just melts around a good dick.” He presses his cheek against your hair once more. “So what do you say, baby? I just need one little ‘yes.’”

You study the man before you. Kent looks so much like Sam but more mature, chiseled. If that’s what waits for you in your future with his son, you would happily accept it. His broad shoulders on display as he leans back against the couch, arm stretched over the top, fingers twitching like he’s fighting himself from touching you. His legs spread open, you can’t help but look at his groin and view the tented fabric there, your legs squirming as you do, heels dragging across the cushion separating you from him as you bring your knees toward yourself.

Your voice feels like it will surely get caught in your throat, but you squeak out the word anyway. “Yes.”

You can practically feel Sam’s lips twist up into a smirk and he looks over at Kent whose eyebrow is quirked upward, a small smile on his face too. He slowly lifts his arm, reaching forward to place his palm on your shin and rub it soothingly.

“Good girl,” Sam purrs. He pats the side of your ass, helping you off him. His cock slides out with a quiet pop as you lean forward, pulling your legs back toward you to fold them beneath you as you move off Sam’s lap and wait for further instruction. “She’s all yours,” Sam says to his father.

Kent reaches over, running his fingers over your side as he takes on his role. “On your knees.” His voice is quiet but strong, though the intonation of his words is less confident than you’d expect. You do as he says, never one to make a man wait.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, hands on his knees as your legs fold below you on the floor. His expression is stoic as always, and you can’t read him no matter how hard you try. Sam is easy— his lip is always between his teeth when you’re in this position with him, hand roaming through your hair as he waits for your hot mouth to please him. Kent hasn’t moved an inch.

You glance nervously between father and son, and Sam is the one to give you an encouraging nod. “Help him get his cock out, baby.”

You slowly reach forward, toying with the metallic button on his jeans. You take your time, giving him the opportunity to stop you but of course he doesn’t, only focusing intently on you. You pull the zipper down and he finally moves, helping you tug his jeans down his legs and discarding them on the ground off to the side of the couch. All that’s left is the thin fabric of the tight black boxer briefs he sports.

His jeans, made of thick denim, had given you a hint as to how he may have been feeling, but with less fabric, it’s evident. You can see the shape of his twitchy cock so clearly now that you could trace the outline of him from his pelvis down to his upper thigh; and you do. He breathes in sharply at first contact, fingertips once again shaking at his sides like he wants to grab you and take control. Sam has never shown restraint like that, always handsy.

The younger man snaps his fingers from the other side of the couch and you pull yourself out of your thoughts, running your hand down Kent’s toned stomach and underneath his boxers. You hold the thick length in your hand, hardly able to get your fingers all the way around it. Admittedly eager, you free it from the constraints of his underwear and sit back on your heels to admire the way it throbs and bounces against the brown hair sprinkling his stomach.

Kent questions, voice low, “Too big?” You shake your head hesitantly. “Good. Show me you can take it.”

Kent grabs his length and holds it toward your mouth, seemingly having found some confidence. You lean forward, sucking on the tip, only able to put as much of him in your mouth as he allows with his hand blocking access to much of his length. Your tongue swirls around the big head, greedily swallowing the precum that rested there moments ago. It’s salty but subtle, only a teaser of what he has to offer if you can satisfy him. Gradually, he moves his hand further down his length and you take more and more in, lips smacking against the side of his palm with each head bob. “You’re teasing,” Sam tsks, directed at Kent. “She’s used to having dick down her throat.”

“‘Cause you can’t last long ‘nough to do this?” he replies, not even gracing Sam with a glance over.

You look at him in your peripheral, propped up on the couch with one leg bent, his hand stroking slowly at his own cock pulled out from the waistband of his boxers as he watches you. His eyes roll in silent response to his father.

Kent asks you, “That true? Just want it down your throat?”

You nod around him, humming in agreement and sending a wave of pleasure through his cock. He concedes, removing his hand and tangling it into the hair on the back of your head. Without warning, he shoves you down and helps you meet the skin of his pelvis with a sharp thrust of his hips. You gag at the sudden intrusion, but you can also feel your slick begin to drip down to your inner thighs.

“She can take it,” Sam reassures him. “Do it again.”

Kent does. Once, then another, until he’s throat fucking you and all you can do is keep your mouth open and let him abuse it. Your drool is spilling down his thick cock, and by the time he finally pulls out, a long strand of spit keeps you connected to his tip. You’re still slack jawed from the force of it, drool running from your mouth to your chin as you catch your breath. “No complains?” Kent questions, leaning forward to run his thumb over your wet face and gather more lubrication.

“No,” you manage to get out.

“Good girl.” He motions for you to get back on the couch, helping you kneel in the spot between him and Sam. “Been too long since I got to use a sweet li’l mouth.” Kent rests a hand on the nape of your neck, bringing you back to his groin. You lick along the underside of it as it rests against his stomach while he reaches back, running his middle finger along your spread slit. A low groan comes from between his barely-parted lips. “You really fuckin’ like this, huh?”

You take him in your mouth, in no rush as you bring his tip to the back of your throat while using your tongue to tease over the throbbing vein running along the underside of his length . As he continues to run his digits over your core, you set an even pace on his dick.

You can’t help the moans and whimpers escaping your throat as Kent’s fingers glide effortlessly around your clit, and you can tell by the way his muscles constrict that he can feel it reverberate around his cock. A thick finger slips into your cunt and despite the quick fuck Sam had provided you just a few minutes ago, Kent grunts at how your walls suck his digit in and collapse around it. “She ever taken a cock this big before?” he asks Sam.

“She’s taken mine.”

Kent uses his free hand to brush your hair over your shoulder, exposing the side of your face to him as you suck on his cock. “Nev’r had such a thick cock before, huh, doll?”

You know you’ll upset one of the men no matter how you answer, so you just look up at Kent the best you can and give him a good view of his dick sliding up and down your tongue. Your foot, pressed against Sam’s leg, wiggles just enough to let him know you haven’t forgotten him. He grabs it and gives it a quick squeeze. You can feel the wet of his precum mixed with the slick of your pussy left behind on his member coating his hand as he does so.

“Her cunt takes it better if you make her cum first,” Sam says.

“She’ll take it fine long as she’s horny,” Kent argues. “‘Nd she is.”

“Which one of us has fucked her?”

“Fine,” Kent says with a roll of his eyes. “We’ll do it your way. But next time, I’m doing it mine.”

Next time.

Before you can ruminate too much on the statement, Kent adds another finger to your slick cunt and begins fucking in and out of you faster. His thumb reaches around to continue attacking your clit with harsh circles. Sam’s hands join in, groping at your thighs and hips, squeezing and stretching your delicate skin.

You find yourself getting distracted with all the sensations, mouth hanging open. Kent’s cock twitches and it falls from between your lips, slapping his stomach before bouncing back up to idle in the air, pumping blood keeping it at attention. His free hand grips at your jaw, forcing your mouth open and he shoves himself back inside, holding you to the base of his length. “I know you got better manners ‘n that.”

Sam’s palm makes sharp contact with your ass. “Apologize.” As soon as Kent releases you from his cock, you choke out an apology, trying to catch your breath and soothe your gag reflex all at once. He strokes your cheek with his thumb, directing you back to his cock with a gentler touch.

Kent’s fingers, thicker and rougher than Sam’s, stretch at your tight walls. His thumb, though a secondary concern to the digits pumping in and out of you, is still quite skilled. He catches the right spots of the sensitive nub, applying enough pressure to have you rolling your hips in time. As your moans grow louder around his cock, he picks up his intensity.

“You have to ask before you cum?” Kent inquires.

You pull off his cock to answer, holding it to your lips as you stroke the hot, thick flesh in your hand. “If Daddy says so.”

“‘Daddy,’” he repeats. You don’t need to look up at him to know he’s smirking over at Sam. Your cheeks flush red, mouth returning to work.

“She calls me that sometimes,” Sam says. You wonder if he looks as embarrassed as you imagine him to be. He clearly didn’t think that part important enough to divulge earlier.

“You already like fuckin’ daddies, huh, darlin’?” You nod hesitantly, still refusing eye contact. “Let’s see how ya like the real thing. Gotta cum first.”

You prepare for the finger fucking to speed up, but instead, Kent pulls out. Your eyes quickly snap up to his while his hands grab your sides, helping you to your knees to straddle his lap. Kent bunches the fabric of your skirt up around your stomach before pulling your shirt over your head. He makes quick work of your bra, unhooking it with ease and tossing it away. His eyes are locked on your breasts in front of his face, nipples hardened as they’re exposed to the cool air.

“Isn’t she pretty,” Sam coos. You look over at him still palming his cock at the other end of the couch. “Lips all red and puffy and used.” He’s turning himself on as he takes in the sight of you and your instinct is to reach over and help him, but Kent seems intent on having you to himself right now. His cock has nestled its way between your swollen pussy lips, dripping in your spit and the wet leaking from your cunt. He humps against you, his shaft running along your pussy and his tip snagging your hole just enough to make you jump, the threat of his length entering you present each time he repeats the motion.

“Gotta ask before you cum on Daddy’s dick,” he instructs over your whimpers. Kents lips wrap around your nipple, teeth giving it little nips as he sucks it into his mouth. If not for his forearms on your back, hands curled over your shoulders to keep you down on his throbbing length, you’d have collapsed as the knot in your stomach grows unbearably tight, head foggy with lust. You can’t believe you’re grinding on your boyfriend’s dad’s cock in front of him, but even more, you can’t believe how much you’re enjoying it.

“Gonna cum,” you cry out, head rolling as your back arches, tits pushed further into Kent’s face. He gives your nipple a quick bite.

“Ask.”

“Please!”

He scoffs, not letting up on his thrusts against you. “Try again.”

“Please let me cum,” you whimper, fingernails digging into Kent’s thighs below you, eyelids sealed tight as you try to hold back your orgasm.

“Haven’t taught her any manners?” Kent directs at Sam.

The younger blond narrows his eyes at you, and you meet his gaze through hooded lids. Your lips are parted, sucking in shallow breaths as your hips buck involuntarily with the stimulation to your core. “Don’t fucking embarrass me,” he hisses. “Ask Daddy if you can cum.” Your brows furrow. He nods pointedly to Kent, as if to clarify which of your daddies he’s talking about. “Look at ‘im.”

Your eyes latch onto the older man’s beneath you. His hips snap to yours a little harsher now. “Daddy,” you breathe, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lip, spurring you on. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. Feels so good! Please!”

The way Kent pushes down on your shoulders has your pussy pressed down on his dick moving between your sweet lips, and with a little upward movement from the man’s hips, his fat leaky tip fits snugly into your hole, plugging you and teasing you just enough that you feel the knot in your stomach tighten one final time before promptly beginning to undo itself. You look frantically at the rugged blond, and thank Yoba he gives you permission as a moan fights its way from your throat. “C’mon, baby girl. Let go.”

His hands move to your hair cascading down your back, tugging on it and lifting your chin upward. He continues to thrust, maintaining the angle to keep his tip inside your spasming hole without entering any further. You feel the duality of being empty whilst having the sting of his fat head stretching your opening and all you want is for him to shove inside you and fuck you through your orgasm. Kent clearly knows it from the look on your face and the way your hips move on top of him, but he doesn’t allow you to take what you need from him. His tongue flicks your other nipple as you ride it out, your fingers finding their way into the hair at the back of his head and tugging gently at the dirty blond strands.

You finally drop down, burrowing your face in his neck. He smells like expensive cologne and whiskey, a hint of smokiness you can’t place marrying the two distinctive scents. Before you can relax, Kent finally angles his hips further down, just enough to push his heavy dick inside you. His hips meet yours as he bottoms out. Despite your orgasm and the abundance of wet between your thighs and coating Kent’s dick, the stretch still shocks a gasp out from between your lips. He holds you there for a moment, allowing just a second to adjust before pulling most of his length out and bullying it back in.

Each rough thrust earns a breathy moan until he sets a lazy pace, rolling his hips with every meet of your hips. The motion directs the head of his cock into your g-spot and you feel so full, so good. Kent wraps his hand lightly around your neck, squeezing just enough to increase your lightheadedness and pull you closer to him. Your eyes meet, faces only inches away. He licks his lips hungrily before leaning forward and pressing them to your swollen ones. It’s slow at first, trying to pick up one another’s rhythm. Your tongue grazes his bottom lip and he quickly opens his mouth to you, shoving his own past your lips. His hands grow grabby, fingers burying into the fat of your ass to help you meet his deep thrusts.

Kent has managed to maintain a rather stoic, dominant appearance thus far, but the mask begins to slip. He groans into your mouth, chest heaving under your palms, maneuvering your body to get himself off. As he pulls back to catch his breath, you whine, “Feels so good, Daddy.”

“Yeah, baby girl,” he agrees, stroking your cheek with his thumb. Glancing over, you notice Sam’s hard expression, clearly not having enjoyed watching the two of you make out the way you’d enjoyed doing it. Kent follows your gaze. “Think your boyfriend is jealous.”

“I think so too.” You stick your bottom lip out, looking at the younger blond through your lashes as his dad fucks your slick cunt. “What’s wrong, Sammy?” The look on his face tells you that you’ll have a punishment to face after this is over. Being patronized in front of others never sits well with him, and his father is far from an exception in any scenario.

Kent pats your hip. “How ‘bout you kneel down and give him some attention.”

You slowly climb off his length, the void of his cock from your pussy almost paining you as you’d been well on your way to your next orgasm. Kent directs you to the middle cushion of the couch, your face at Sam’s crotch. At some point, he’d stopped playing with his cock and when you pull it back out from his boxers, it’s only half erect. With Sam, it never takes much to get the blood flowing to his dick and you love running your fingers over the silky length, watching it begin to throb and grow with minimal contact. Precum begins to pool in the tip again, leaking out onto his stomach as he gets hard and creating little strings of fluid connecting his cock head to his abdomen as his cock throbs in front of you. You feel the couch dip behind you, Kent kneeling as he positions his cock at your hole and reenters, filling you so good.

You take Sam’s cock in your hand, swirling his red tip around your tongue. You love to run it along the ridge of the underside of his head, Sam always so sensitive and responsive there. He lets out a deep breath, hand resting instinctively on the back of your head. You take your que, opening your mouth and letting his dick enter as Kent begins toying with your clit.

You’re not sure if it’s on purpose, but Sam and Kent set near identical paces on each hole. You feel so stuffed with Kent’s fat cock filling all the space in your pussy, walls clenching desperately around him each time he forces his way in, while Sam’s long dick reaches the back of your throat and forces drool to spill from your lips and down his shaft as he pushes your head down. His free hand grips at your neck; he loves to feel the head of his dick through your skin as he fights to get himself all the way into your mouth. The constant push and pull has you taking the full length of both cocks, no other option left with the men on either side of you both looking to bottom out inside you with each thrust. Fully used for their pleasure, and you love it as much as they seem to.

Deepthroating Sam for so long has his cock twitching wildly, raspy moans coming out with no control. “Gonna make your Daddy cum, baby,” he whines. He secures you by your hair, thrusts growing deeper and slower until he’s holding himself in your mouth with shallow little bucks of his hips. Your tongue licks the underside of his cock as you wait for the thick white strands to shoot down your throat. As he releases, he whimpers your name. It’s a sound that always brings you to the edge and tonight is no exception, cunt clenching around the cock inside it as you swallow up Sam’s cum, pulling off with a smile and a lick of your lips.

“So good, baby. C’mere.” Sam tilts your head upward as you lift yourself onto your palms, accepting his kisses while his father continues to fuck you. One hand rubs at your clit still while the other gropes at your waist, pulling you back onto him with each thrust. “Getting close?” Sam knows you so well, he can pick up on these things just by the sounds you make. You nod fervently. Kent grabs your tit, pushing your torso up quickly so your back hits his chest. He continues to pound you as his fingers toy with your clit and one of your nipples, fully on display for Sam. He climbs to his knees, running a thumb over your cheek so sweet while he studies your face twisting in pleasure, so close to your peak. The way Kent gropes you, you think he may be getting close too. “Don’t finish in her,” Sam says, receiving an irritated grunt from Kent.

“That’s her call.”

Sam gives you a pointed look. You know you should agree with him, but you’re not one to say no, especially when you’re this close to cumming and the last thing you want is to clench around nothing as you hit your peak. You skirt around giving a straight answer. “Whatever Daddy wants.”

Sam glares over your shoulder and you’re sure Kent is returning the gesture as he begins to fuck meanly into your cunt. He leans his chin on your shoulder, whispering, “Cum for Daddy.” It only takes moments before you can follow his order, your hands clinging to Sam as you bury your face against his neck, unable to hold back loud, high-pitched moans. Sam holds you, running fingers through your hair as you’re fucked through your second orgasm. As you begin to come down, Kent delivers a few quick thrusts, hands tight on your hips as he bottoms out in you. A spurt of cum coats your cervix and you think he’s ignored Sam’s ask until he suddenly pulls out and sprays the rest of his load over your puffy wet lips. Sam seems to think he’s won, still not happy with the location of Kent’s cum but willing to accept it over a creampie. You stay quiet, sneaking a glance back at Kent as he strokes the last of his cum out of his cock, who gives you a subtle wink as he acknowledges his secret slight to Sam. The sound of his hand rubbing over his sticky cock fills the room, growing quiet as he finishes and collapses back to the couch. Sam dismisses you to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

When you return, still feeling the squish of Kent’s cum threatening to spill out of your pussy, the men are fully clothed. You grab your shirt from the floor, throwing it on without your bra. Sam begrudgingly hands over your panties he’d taken earlier and you slide those on, readjusting your skirt and joining the two on the couch. “So…” you say, “do you feel better?”

Kent chuckles, placing his hand on your bare knee. “I do. Sam was right about you.”

The younger man slings his arm over your shoulders, pulling you close and pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. “Don’t get used to it. I have first dibs.”

“You don’t mind sharing,” Kent says.

Sam grunts. “Actually, I think that’s the last time I do anything nice.”

“Really? I liked being nice,” you smile innocently.

“You won’t like it later tonight,” he assures, confirming your theory of an impending punishment. “I’m going to clean up. You should probably get going, Dad. It’s getting late and Yoba knows Mom will freak out if you’re not home after Vincent goes to bed.”

Sam heads off to the bathroom, leaving you two alone as Kent pulls on his jacket near the front door. “That was… really nice,” he reiterates as you walk toward him to see him off. “Thank you. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“I did,” you blush.

“I mean what I said earlier.” You rack your brain, the recent events all blurring together right now. He leans in closer, voice dropping to that familiar tone that stirs something in your stomach. “Next time, you’re not cumming until my cock is in you. I don’t care if you take it better. It’s a waste to be doing that when I’m not inside you to fuck you dumb.” You bite your lip, looking up at him as you fidget with your fingers. “And next time, I’m not pulling out.” The sink in the bathroom begins to run, alerting the two of you to the closing gap of time you have alone. Kent leans in, stealing a long kiss that has you moving closer, not wanting to break away. He grins down at you, clearly satisfied with the way he’s able to lure you in now. “Thanks again, darlin’. See you soon.”

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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 · 2 years 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 · 5 months ago

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anubisfarm kinktober'24

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stardewvalleyimagines · 2 years ago

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Romantic and Angsty headcanon for Kent!!! 💖💖

Romantic and Angst headcanon for Kent

TW; Angst, polyamorous (still in relation with Jodi), PTSD, moments of violence due to PTSD

Notes; A/N

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Romantic

Despite being very intimidating and rough looking at first glance Kent behind doors is pretty much a huge softy, buying bouquets everyday for his lovers and small gestures of love such as writing love letters, breakfast in bed and taking half of the chores they don't like to do

When night time comes Kent will be sandwiched between his lovers with the Farmer hugging him from behind and Jodi keep him close to her chest, it helps him sleep in more instead of waking up early

Kent and Jodi will visit the Farmer at their home with their boys to spend time together, mostly helping around the farm and animals then afterwards will spend the last hours just watching the sunset while holding both Jodi and Farmer close

Angst

As mentioned before Kent has trouble sleeping most nights it's alright but on other days he'll wake up screaming from night terrors, it'll take time to get him back to sleep mostly turning down the temperature and bring something healthy for him to eat before going back to sleep

Sometimes Kent will disappear for a day and won't return until then it'll worry Jodi and the others when they go searching for him, finding him deep in the forest behind the Wizard's tower seemingly out of it Jodi and the others have to be careful around him since last time they weren't Kent accidentally broke the farmer's nose during his episode

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley imagines #sdv kent #sdv kent x reader #kent x reader #angst

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sashiavi · 3 months ago

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I'm frothing at the mOuth

Because you mentioned Kent filming his affair, I raise you not only does he film it but he also has given the farmer a mermaid pendant and he talks about giving his cute farmer wife a kid.

Oh yeahh, he def has a major breeding kink. Especially with you. 😋

The night he snuck over to give you the mermaid pendant was full of crazy, raw, passionate sex. Still filming some of it of course.

Most of the night he'd have you in missionary or cowgirl, watching that necklace move between your bouncing tits and telling you how fucking perfect you are, how much he loves you, etc...

But after he gets a good clip of that moment, he flips you over onto your stomach, forcefully raising your hips up and arching your back. He gets into that position where he bends one leg to plant his foot on the bed, that way he can really fuck your brains out.

And while he's pounding you from behind, he starts to tell you how much he can't wait to make you a mommy, how good you're gonna look all round with his baby. He gets so lost in the fantasy that he closes his eyes and just starts rambling, completely drowning in pleasure as he fucks you harder and harder with each thrust, thinking about nothing more than breeding that tight cunt, claiming you as his once and for all.

By the time he's finished, your legs are pure jelly and you're so cock-drunk and exhausted that you can barely form a sentence. All you have the energy to do is lazily roll over and nuzzle your face into his strong chest. But don't worry, he makes sure to clean you up and get you ready for bed, after all, you're his wife now, it's his job to take care of you from now on. 🤭

#stardew valley smut #sdv smut #sdv x reader #sdv kent smut #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley x reader smut #sdv kent x reader smut #sdv kent x reader

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l1tw1ck · 2 years ago

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A Stardew Valley Affair

bottom!ftm Kent x top!masc reader

☆ Word Count: 930 ☆

[REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Cheating, Caught Masturbating, Squirting, Cunnilingus, Creampie

You’ve been married to Sam for almost a year and you're already starting to become unfaithful. You feel like a bag of trash for it, especially because the reason for your unfaithfulness is his own father. You didn't see him as a romantic interest for a while but he started to look more desirable as time went on. You couldn't put your finger on it but you started thinking about him in ways that you shouldn't.

Jodi paid you to stop by and drop off some vegetables. Since you have the key, she didn't stick around and wait for you. You assumed you were going to be the only one there.

You place down a fresh bag of veggies and turn to leave but you stop. You swear you just heard something from Jodi and Kent’s bedroom. You creep over to the door to prevent whatever's or whoever's inside from possibly running off. You press your ear against the wood and listen.

“Mm- fuck-” Kent moans, jerking his t-dick while he thinks about you and your muscles. “I'm close, [Name]~”

You feel yourself growing hard from hearing that. You open up the door and look at him and his wet sex. He stops immediately, eyes widening when he sees you.

“Need any help?” You smirk. Kent nods quickly. You lock the door behind you and quickly remove all your clothing before climbing onto the bed. Kent looks up at you then down to your length. You're big. Bigger than anything he’s ever taken. “Do you have any condoms?” You ask.

Kent looks at you like you’ve asked a stupid question. “No need.” He shakes his head, pulling you onto the bed. He hovers over your length before sinking down onto your cock. He bites his lip, feeling a little bit of pain as you stretch him out. It's a good kind of pain though. “You can come inside.” He’s too sexy to question.

“So you've been thinking about me.” You smirk.

“I've been doing more than that.” He grinds down onto you. “I've wanted you ever since I came back to the valley.”

“Today’s your big day then.”

He grins, pulling off his shirt, revealing the piercings on his nipples. “Sure is.” He holds onto your shoulders for balance and starts to bounce on your length. He bites his lip, pure pleasure painted on his face as he rides you. He notices your fixation on his nipples and brings his hands to them, playing with them to tease you. His increased moans tell you that his nipples are sensitive. He knows this is bad, considering the fact that you're married to his son, but oh Yoba, he loves this.

“Fuck–” He lets out a sharp breath. “I can't- ‘s too much-” He slows down.

“Let me help you out.” You grab his sides and bring him onto the bed. You position him on his side and bring his leg up against you and start fucking him roughly. “You feel so fucking good.” You rub his clit. Curses slip out of Kent’s mouth as you bring him closer and closer to his orgasm. He rolls his eyes back and squirts. You slow down and let him recover.

“I haven't done that in years..”

“Years? I think we should make up for that.” You smirk.

“Not all at once, okay?” He laughs.

“How about…two more times?”

“You can try.”

“I’m up for the challenge.” You pull out of him and flip him onto his stomach. You raise his ass in the air and bury your face in his cunt. You lick a few stripes up his pussy, tasting him, before sticking your tongue inside him. He bites down on his lip, shivering as your tongue explores his insides. He hasn't gotten ate out in so long. He can't even remember the last person who did. He wishes he got with you instead, you would've been happy to regularly eat his pussy. If only he didn't go to the military. You slide your fingers up and down his t-dick, stimulating him even more. His toes curl as he starts to get towards his second orgasm. He moans your name and squirts once again, drenching your face in his liquids.

You pull away and wipe your face. “Do you need time to calm down?” You look at his twitching cunt in awe.

“I need to, but I don't want to.” He turns to look at you. “Put it back in.”

“Your wish is my command.” You slide back into him, his pussy ten times wetter than the first time you were in it. You hold his waist and pound into him at a fast pace. He's so sensitive, it feels like he's gonna explode. It's so much all at once and he fucking loves it.

“Harder!” He cries out. You do as he says, pulling more moans from him. The two of you should be feeling guilty for numerous reasons, the biggest being that you're both married, but neither of you care. You're thoroughly enjoying the warmth and wetness of his pussy and nothing can make you feel bad about it.

“‘M gonna come soon-” Your thrusts become more rough.

“Inside! Do it inside!”

“Shit- Are you sure?”

“Yes!"

Kent comes before you, slick gushing on your cock. Just feeling that brings you to your orgasm. Your thrusts eventually come to a halt and you finally fill him up with your cum.

This just brought on a ton of complications. You’ll have to choose between Kent and Sam. Things are gonna get messy.

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starriisarchives · 6 days ago

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RENNI’S PREMIUM PLAYLIST !

ᝰ see the characters i write for here !

rules please feel free to send in a request (or multiple) for any of the prompts below, with ofc specifications of the list you got it from + the quote itself + the character you want it with + be specific of the plot you want me to write w the prompt. i’ll be continuing to write these for a while so request whenever y’all want!! make sure to take a look at my rules!!

thoughts thought this will be a good way to interact with you guys, all fandoms are open for prompts requests!!

ᝰ send the prompts here + click here for the masterlist !

anniversary prompts

soft things people in love do that makes me want to fall in love" prompts

scenarios for that grump x sunshine dynamic

spicy romance prompts

"𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪…" 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

slow burn for friends to lovers

"maybe you'll feel it, too" - best friends to lovers prompts

drunken confessions

nightmare comfort dialogue prompts

"SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS

"i'm weak for you." prompts

"we are each other's safe place" romance prompts

cruel ways to push someone away (whether you mean it or not; whether it’s an act or not)” prompts

"i take it back, i'm sorry" - reactions to making someone cry

angry confession” prompts

a dialogue list for angry love confessions

“say you won’t let go” - some touch starved scenarios

actions and dialogue for forbidden kisses

a collection of starters or dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary

smutty one-liners

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

"𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…"𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄

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milkybunnie · 2 months ago

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Pre/Early-Relationship : After a One Night Stand

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obligatory disclaimer - despite themes of infidelity being present within the content of this smau, I do not condone such actions in my real life nor do they reflect my values and beliefs.

#sdv smau #sdv alex x reader #sdv elliott x reader #sdv harvey x reader #sdv sam x reader #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv shane x reader #stardew valley #stardew valley bachelors #sdv kent x reader #stardew valley shane #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley alex #stardew valley sam #stardew valley elliott #stardew valley kent #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley smau

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sashiavi · 14 days ago

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Huahhhhhh the tension..

Ch.3 So, Reddit... AITA? — (SDV) Kent

— ✧ chapter warnings: misogyny, sexism, slowburn — ✧ word count: 4,962 — ✧ genre: smut 18+ — ✧ synopsis: AITA (47M) FOR FINALLY FOLLOWING MY DOCTORS ADVICE?

— ✧ A/N: FINALLY, chapter three :D i missed this man so much that i wrote this chapter in two days LOL…. this time, it was beta read, so i hope that shows!! thank you for tuning in, if you do <3 and don't worry, things will start ramping up soon!!

thank you to @usernamemybeloathed and Sonder (link TBA pending confirmation that it's okay!) for beta reading!!

It only takes roughly a week into his supposed peaceful retreat for the culmination of issues to arise, which is fucking typical, if you ask him. Expected, even, to an extent. Because nothing in his life since returning to the valley has ever gone his way thus far, so he’s not sure as to why he’d allow false hope to worm its insidious way back into his hardened heart to whisper the opposite so soon. He should know better by now, he scolds himself silently.

Because to expect anything other than his current troubled life was a pipe dream from the start, and he knew that, regardless of what the doc had ordered. Nobody knows him better than himself, and yet… The pitiful pout you wear in response to his questioning is more pretty than anything else in his mind— and he simply can’t stand the thought. Struggling to swallow the large lump of hope currently stuck in his throat, he opts instead to simply shut up. Lips tightly closed to form a thin line as evidence of his inner turmoil. There’s no power in that which is unspoken, or so he hopes.

And he used to be so good at keeping his emotions hidden, too. Had to be, really, given his role in the army. Impassive to the deafening booms and blaring alarms that would so often surround him— imperfect stoicism. Because nobody is truly perfect, right? But regardless, he had to keep himself somewhat in check, remain cool, calm, and collected in the face of some of the worst humanity has to offer.

Yet, here he is struggling to bite back the simple word pretty in the face of some harmless little girl.

A pretty one at that.

It’s pathetic, in truth, how hard his muscles strain when he clenches and unclenches his fists in an attempt to remain in control. So what if you’re pretty, he bargains with himself. Don’t change a fuckin’ thing, really.

But a part of him wants to reach out and soothe all your troubles away anyway. Tender in his touch, a swarm of butterflies filling his lungs full to leave him momentarily breathless, subsequently causing him to cough the hope away. It’s just fatherly instinct, he tells himself.

Hope hasn’t gotten him anything yet, and he’d rather not start relying on it for anything in the future either. He already learnt his lesson.

The art of longing is a fickle one, however. And against his better judgement—body begging for him to get up and leave, because you’re not his problem. Especially not when he’s supposed to be relaxing and getting better—he decides to inquire further about your obnoxiously obvious upset. Almost on a whim at that, because he has to suppress a pained wince at the sound of his voice when regarding you.

It’s too soft. Too genuine for comfort. A pitter patter of his heart briefly catching that lump in his throat again for him to force his words around, audibly frustrated by your pathetic posture before him. Not that he’s any better, unfortunately.

“Whats got you looking so…” He pauses, searching for the right words to describe exactly what he sees on your face without sounding too accusatory, or so involved as to open too much conversation. He’d rather not concern himself with the wants and wishes of your temperamental attitude. “What’s got you so down?” He settles on after a beat, exhaling heavily at the way you still yet avoid his knowing gaze.

You can’t hide from him for much longer, not when you’re forcing him to confront his inner self too.

You take a moment to respond, and he has half a mind to just get up and go before things get worse. But, “It’s, um…” you initially stutter, and he immediately regrets asking, because he so badly wants to coo down at you with soft words and sweet sounds. Yearns, upsettingly, to see you smile again.

But he isn’t about to beg you for information, refuses to stoop down to such a level. He’s got far too much pride to be grovelling at your feet like that, huffing mostly to himself at your inability to admit your truth despite his asking. Though thankfully—or annoyingly, depending on which side of his brain he wants to listen to in the moment—his evident irritation seems to speed things along for you. Makes you peer up at him with those pleading puppy eyes he’s done his best to avoid thus far into his stay, just to wobble your bottom lip in a manner that has him squinting in an attempt to ignore how trigger happy his fingers are.

“It’s date night…” You confess, slow and steady, as if you were ashamed to admit such a fact in front of your boyfriend’s father. Like he shouldn’t know just how much you miss his precious boy, huh? Which would be weird, if that were the case. That’s not the case, right? That’s not just the case, he assumes... But far be it for him to attempt to draw blood from a stone.

“Right…” He hums, pinching between his eyes to try and stall his next words. Because why should he care? And how does he communicate as such politely, calmly, as per the doctors orders? “And— I mean this with no ill intent, mind you,” He’s quick to preface, which is unlike him. Makes him wonder if somehow, someway, spending time at your lonely little farm has indeed helped him. “This is a problem because…?”

Surely you could just call him, right? Meet up with Sam somewhere in town— Hell, even take a weekend away together. Leave him by his lonesome to tend to your chickens and cows and weeds; which he’s gotten rather good at by now, if he does say so himself. It’s tedious work— long and fucking boring work, but: it keeps him busy. And the solitude of most days is appreciated, even if he’d miss the odd quip or two from the sidelines of you. And yet still, here you pout before him in the living room of your old farmhouse. The book he was reading now laying face down on the page you’d interrupted him at, saved for later because you suddenly seek his resolution?

He’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t at least a little happy to be relied upon, in some small way. Evident from how difficult it is for him to suppress a small smile at the way you sigh and squirm on the chair beside the couch he rests on. Flopped down on it earlier like a sad little cat.

You know what you’re doing, and he can hardly be mad at you for tugging on his heartstrings like that. Like knows like and all that.

Which is why he’s so suspicious of your intentions right now, silently sizing you up as you act as innocence incarnate. He’d like to hope that he knows you better by now— and there it is again. The hope you drag up his throat.

“Because, well… Because you’re here, Sam’s busy with his friends and all that, and um… I guess I’m just feeling a little lonely?”

Posed towards him as if it were a question for him to answer, instead of the mere statement he was hoping for.

But deep down, he does want to help you out. Something about how scratching his back has him wanting to scratch yours too— you’ve helped him calm down a little by allowing him entry to your farm, so the least he could do is help cheer you up just a bit tonight, right? It’s only fair.

And he’d like to at least be on good terms with his son’s future wife, even if it goes against every fibre of his being in the meantime.

So, with a slap of his knees he readies himself for standing up. But also, he uses the sound to draw your attention back on him instead of your sad lonely thoughts about his son, regarding you with a tense smile. Forced upon his lips in an attempt to appear friendly, to not have you worried over the sudden sound.

When Jodi was down and depressed, he recalled something that always helped her feel better, even if just a little. “Why dont’cha uh… Get all dressed up or somethin’ anyway? Like y’were still goin’ on a date tonight.” He mumbles, the awkward tension of the night filling his lungs with every steady breath he takes, because he doesn’t wanna come across as anything other than fatherly— and he worries that he’s failing for some reason. Like a gnawing itch in the pit of his stomach, something he can’t quite place with his limited vocabulary every time he compares you to his wife. “Girls like you like that sorta thing, right?” He clarifies himself, trying to quell the all of a sudden anxious energy tight in his chest; he’s fearful of an expected reprimand. Not that he considers you a threat, but you’ve annoyed him enough tonight and he’d like to go back to reading his book, truth be told. Forget all about his comparisons once and for all, maybe.

“Might make ya feel a bit better if y’get all pretty or something…” He trails off to himself, rubbing at the back of his neck absentmindedly whilst straying from your gaze.

“Are you insinuating that I’m not, at this present moment, currently, pretty?” You bite back with such an impish lilt to your voice that he can’t help but to bark laughter back in response. An instinctual action, tumbling from his lips before he has a chance to catch it— if he even wanted to in the first place. Because for as much as it’s simply a natural reaction to your quick witted tongue, it’s also a warning. Don’t fucking push it, young lady.

“I’m afraid m’not at liberty to say.” He holds his hands up in his defence, and finally, he looks at you with his confession. Some small part of him secretly hoping to communicate his true answer behind sleepy eyes. Course, it’s not as simple as that. Nothing in life ever fucking is if your name is Kent, but he tries regardless. Really stares you down as if to make you feel ashamed for bantering with him in such a tempting way, but nonetheless, you continue with a pretty smile. As expected at this point.

See, he wants to seethe at you. Told ya it’d help, as even the mere idea of dressing up has you smiling again. Or, as the intrusive worm in his mind that so often pops up when you’re around frantically exclaims, what if it’s him you’re smiling at? At his see through jokes? At the implication that he does, in fact, find you pretty right now.

Mercifully, you steal the moment away from him, and he’s all too grateful to not have to dwell on the selfish thought much longer.

“You’re right,” You stand up with a clap, and he almost lets a sigh of relief slip past his lips. “Just cause Sam isn’t here doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun, right?”

“Right,” He nods at you, though really, he’d say just about anything to get you away and out of his sight— in fear over what he might mumble out if you were to stick around for much longer. Words he hasn’t said in a long time, words meant for someone other than you. “Go on, git.” He lightly, and playfully, scolds you. Swatting away the vision of your happy smiles and excited giggles with a flick of his wrist, only to suppress a chuckle of his own when he hears your bedroom door click shut.

He hasn’t felt so… So… What’s the word…

Giddy, perhaps? Happy, to put it plainly? In spite of the nagging bother you often present him, it’s been a while since he’s felt something so lighthearted and pleasant. He needn’t give a name to it, he thinks to himself. Only, this is what’s supposed to happen, right? He’s meant to feel this way— it’s what Jodi wanted in the first place. For him to relax, to joke around a little, to smile more often.

And the way you so easily bounce back from utter sadness over such trivial matters is, dare he say it… Inspiring in a sense. Makes him want to try a little harder to better himself, if only to see you making that pretty expression again, and—

“God, give it a rest, Kent…” he mutters under his breath, fully leaning back on the couch to spread his legs out a little more to try and regain comfort upon your exit, grumbling away to himself to try and get you out of his mind. He even attempts to pick up where he left off with his book, turning it face up to find his place in the paragraph again and over, and over, and over again, he re-reads the same few sentences. Trying to focus, to take in the information presented before him— to think of anything other than you.

But it’s harmless, right? Innocuous fun— he’s just wondering about what outfit you might be picking for the night. Curious over how you might dress up for the so called date night with his son. A twinge in his chest hoping that you’ll dress up real nice— for no reason other than Sam deserves the best, and Kent won’t settle for anything less for his son. Right…?

And your outfits thus far have been nice. Real nice, like that time in the barn when you were too idiotic to accept his help in the first place. You’ve since learnt better, haven’t you? Huffing away to yourself in such a bad mood, coming through to the living room to seek his help out before anyone else. Dummy, he bets you didn’t even think about calling Sam yourself, right? No, not when Kent’s just in the next room, available for all your complaining needs. And as annoying it is to sit through your childish actions, he must admit that it does feel good to be needed to an extent again, as opposed to being pushed aside by his family thus far, cast to the farm under the guise of it somehow bettering him.

He hates how the echo of their words are starting to ring true in his head. Farm life is nice like how Jodi had elaborated on last week. And he’s starting to understand intimately why Sam had scowled at him so much the night of his arrival at your sweet little abode.

If things were different, he’s sure as fuck that he wouldn’t want to leave you alone either.

Which he also hates, mind you. Cannot fucking stand the thoughts you manage to conjure up in his weary mind, lamenting over such stupid things such as what you might be wearing tonight. Loathes to toss and turn the image of you in various dresses he’s seen Jodi wear on similar date nights when he was younger, when the impact of war didn’t weigh so heavily on his mind and she still wanted him around. And he’s just confusing wires in his mind, surely… All he’d like to do is extend thanks for helping him calm down since living on the farm, right? He just—

“Keeeeent—” he hears your voice call out to him, muffled from behind the wall that separates him from you, and he can only grumble discontent back at nothing at all. Book tossed aside with the amount of care he holds for his own wellbeing—pages crumpled under the imprecise throw, something for him to be frustrated at later—as he stands to heed your insidious call. Like moth to a flame; how utterly detestable.

“Coming—!” He yells back soon after, an exasperated sigh following as he stretches out his old and tired back and thighs: farm work is hard work, he’s come to understand.

He knocks twice upon reaching your door, as every gentleman should. Because even if you’ve specifically asked after him, there are boundaries to respect, as annoying as they are. Rules he must follow to regain normalcy to his otherwise disrupted life, right? And at least he’s trying, you should be thankful for that. It’s more than he’d managed when first arriving back home to the valley…

He’s not a bad man, he’s just not exactly nice. A little rough around the edges, a bit sharp thanks to the life he’s thus led. But you’ve helped soften him up, he can no longer deny his actions.

“All good?” He speaks to the door, once again knocking against it with impatience stretching across his knuckles when you fail to respond to his first few.

“Y-Yeah!” You stutter back to him, and his brows furrow in brief confusion as to why you’ve called his name then. To which, you answer rather promptly behind your previous words with: “Actually, uh… No, not really,” and he can already pick up on your nervousness behind the hidden giggle you let out afterwards. “It’s… I mean, can you just come in?”

He pauses for a moment, considering his circumstances. There aren’t very many good reasons as to why you’d require him in your room right now, and, in fact, he’s thus yet never set foot into the space you share with his son this whole trip. Like a forbidden barrier he’s unsure as to why he’s unwilling to cross, opening and closing his mouth a few times to try and sort through the appropriate questions in his racing mind.

And he wonders what sort of outfit you’ve got on again.

“You sure?” He questions you from behind the door, lips pressed almost completely to it to make up for how much lower his voice grows with his thoughts. But you’re an adult, in spite of the sheer immaturity you exhibit on occasion— it’s probably not your fault. You’ve still got a lot of life to live that he’s already done and seen before, but you’re capable enough of making your own decisions, surely. He at least respects you that much.

“Yup! I’m dressed, promise!”

That’s all the confirmation you need to offer before he’s placing a rough hand on the door handle to your bedroom, gripping it tighter than any other handle in your home, and turning it ever so slowly like a fucking… peeping tom or something, peeking from around the slit his slow actions cause into your secret room with careful caution, until he inevitably has to widen the gap to allow himself access and— huh.

It’s certainly cleaner than his boys’ room back home, more appropriately decorated—if a little too much for his liking, but it’s better than none—and well… Comfortable. Homey, even, as a nice scent surrounds him upon closing the door behind himself with an inaudible gasp. Kept to himself in an attempt to keep friendly appearances up; he’s been doing so well tonight, hasn’t he? Putting up with your inane talk and stupid problems, even coming after you called, like a fucking dog.

And there that annoyance rears its ugly head again. Suddenly unsure as to why he’s even bothered to heed your call, and if he even wants to be sharing the same space as his son does with you. He’s only just gotten used to exploring the rest of the old farmhouse without ever feeling Sam’s presence, but he notices a tossed aside shirt from his son laying on a chair, tucked away into the corner of the room. And it spoils his mood about as much as the shirt stains the otherwise pretty scene.

Which is a shame, because the second he decides to steel himself with a deep inhale to look at you, his frustration only grows.

If this is what you usually wear on date nights with his son, well, he can certainly understand Sam’s intentions well. Deep to the core, even. Like father like son, he’s always appreciated the classic look above anything else. And though he genuinely believes that every outfit you’ve worn since his arrival to the farm has suited you perfectly fine, tonight’s choice takes the cake. Forces him to exhale shakily, eyes unfocused as he’s uncertain as to where he can look, even as your back is turned to him to showcase your nape like it were obscene.

And his hands grow sweaty at the sight alone, a trickle running down his forehead for him to furrow at again. It’s annoying to react so honestly like this, to a mere girl, too. His tacky palms clenched together as he does his best to follow old orders.

Calm, cool, collected.

“Um, hi…” You disturb his thoughts with a smile, which he can fucking hear, because he’s spent enough time around you by now to pick up on small details like that. Calm. “I dunno if you can see but, uh, I think…” And despite staring straight down at the floor, ignoring your desperate call for his attention, he can hear you shuffling and shifting around to try and point something out to him, but something within him clings onto the vain hope of avoidance. Cool. “I think the zip is stuck… Can you help, please?” Duh, he thinks to himself. There’s no other reason as to why you’d require his existence in your room besides to help with your stuck zip. But his chest tightens with something, a mix of relief and disapproval, something sticky and sweet and unnecessary, he decides. Stay collected, Kent.

And as a means to stall, he coughs into the space left between, wetting his lips in sheer frustration as if doing so would somehow help him escape the current situation he now finds himself in. But it’s not all bad, really! Because when he once again returns his gaze to your bare back, he’s forced to accept that yeah. You look real pretty tonight. More so than any other night he’s spent on the farm, and it’s so easy to pretend that you’ve dressed up for him instead, and not some imaginary play pretend date with his son.

God, he perishes the thought to be honest with you. Cannot fucking stand to think about it any longer, so he opts to instead roll his eyes in the safety of your back, and walks steadily towards you. One heavy foot at a time, hyper aware of his every step and sigh as he inches closer, and closer, until he’s face to face with your caught zip and he can’t help but to smirk a little at how downright helpless you are.

It’s so tiny, it’s no wonder you’re having trouble with it. And ordinarily, he’d assume Sam would be right where he’s currently standing, ready and willing and eager to help just as much as he is. And the thought sickens him. Turns upsettingly in his stomach as he sizes the zip up next to his much larger, rougher hand, and he has to stop just short of brushing his knuckles along your spine. Not that he particularly had meant to, but something within him begs to. Like an internal alarm, blaring red alert, halt—! Like he were doing something wrong, crossing a boundary he shouldn’t even think about, let alone act out.

But again, you’re an adult, and you did ask him for his help. And it’s not like he’s actually doing anything wrong, right? He’s just helping zip you up, while you cling to the front of the dress fabric tight to your chest, else it’d fall down and— oh, right. You’ve neglected to wear a bra, which again…! Is totally normal, as he’s seen his wife wear dresses that require no bra before, but isn’t this at least a little weird given that he’s standing where Sam should be, in your shared room, late at night no less—

“Ready?” He asks you once, because he doesn’t have it within him to ask again. Holding onto his breath as if to focus intently on the fact that he’s just helping. There’s nothing more to it, no ulterior motives tonight as he hovers above the pesky zip with sweaty palms.

“Mhm, go ahead.” You respond back, quick and cool. And the sound of your steadfast affirmation is enough to calm him down somewhat, because if you don’t care about how tonight might be misconstrued by other parties, then why should he care, right?

And yet something within him still hangs on. Beats gently, in a slow rhythm. Like a throbbing headache, only in his chest.

His hand lowers to catch your zip, his other free hand coming up to pull tight tension against the caught part of the dress, and with one swift and final tug, he’s able to easily pull the two apart. Leaving you free from the trap of your own doing, and walking right into it himself.

Once making sure you’re steady enough from his rather harsh tug, which he immediately and quietly apologises for—he wasn’t aware that a farmer such as yourself would be so fragile, or perhaps he’s just unaware of his own strength?—he makes sure to help pull the tab all the way up to the top for you. Letting you once and for all let go of your chest now that the dress is properly in place and finally, he can take a step back to admire his work and effort.

“Let’s see then,” He hums softly, a little startled at the tone he carries with his words, but he’s far too frazzled to try and make sense of it tonight, unable to offer it his full attention when you much too eagerly turn around for him to showcase the cute number you’ve picked out for tonights fake date. And for as much as he thinks you look stunning in the little black dress, sleek and fitted so nicely to your form that he has to look down at your feet more than twice to stop himself from staring, he’d like to see it in action too. Give it—and you—the appreciation it deserves, seeing as Sam isn’t around to do so tonight, and: he hopes that if he gives in to you just a bit more, maybe you’ll sufficiently leave him alone for the rest of the night. Let him mull over the events of the night in privacy. “Give us a spin, yeah?”

And Sam must have taught you well, because you happily oblige the moment the words leave his mouth. Which is more than he’s experienced thus far, so he can’t avoid the smile that tugs on his lips when you do, in fact, spin around in a circle for him. Showcasing every pretty inch of the dress, and how it flows so sweetly on your body, curving in all the right places as the memory of his position in the barn flashes across his mind again. Prompting him to fold his arms across his chest in defence of himself— he’s just looking. Appreciating that which he should, he bargains with himself. There’s nothing wrong with having a look, especially considering that you’re practically family at this point.

Ouch, there’s a pang of pain in his heart at the thought.

“So…” You smile at him, all bright and wide and— it’s troubling, actually. Has his heart in a squeeze, as if momentarily stunned by just how happy you look when all dressed up with nowhere to go. And he realise that he might be just a tad jealous over how normal you appear right now, taking in the appreciation he offers like a glass half full, when his remains half empty. “What do you think? Nice, right?”

“Yeah,” He admits honestly with a suppressed smirk. “S’nice all right. Good choice, think Sam’ll love it.”

You tut back at him and he’s taken aback at the sound. Not from upset, but from a tint of pride.

“I wasn’t asking if Sam likes it.”

“Yeah,” He looks at anything other than you, once more rubbing at the back of his neck to try and rid the anxious energy that coils in his tummy. Because he understands intimately what you’re getting at, but he’s absolutely fucking certain that you don’t mean it in the way he’s currently understanding it. So he fumbles for an answer, anything to get you off his case for now, before rushing out a quick “Yeah I know, kid. Told ya s’pretty. What more d’ya want?”

That, thankfully, fulfils your seeking of approval for now. Because he understands that you’re likely only seeking the approval of your soon to be husband’s father, and that he shouldn’t expect or even want anything else.

He’s just getting a little lost in farm life, he assures himself. The comfort of healing away from home, the fantasy of the vacation. He just needs to get through to the end of the week without giving in to his selfish tendencies and then everything will be better. It’ll all be better and he’ll return home and forget all about how nice and simple farm life was to him, and the comforting space of a break you so graciously offer him. And, fuck, he needs to get out of here, he thinks. Before he starts to actually miss the stupid fucking smile on your stupid fucking face.

“Hold on,” You mumble to yourself, clearly distracted as you search around your room for something he’s yet to be privy to. “Go back out and wait a few minutes, I have another dress to show you!”

Oh, it’s going to be a long night of longing.

#i want to jump him your honor #stardew valley #stardew kent x reader #stardew kent #sdv kent #sdv kent x reader

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sashiavi · 2 months ago

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Kent ramble incoming ehehe.. gonna be dumping all my nasty old man ideas onto you and neet cause i love how u two write him <33 (if that’s all right, that is)

But ive been thinking ab the farmer going to a free use/glory hole & Kent following her.. she’s trying to get her feelings for Kent out of her system with an anonymous fuck but she ends up getting used by him without her even realizing. He ends up giving himself away while they fuck and he makes sure she can’t do anything but take it while he admonishes her for even thinking about going to anyone else- nobody will be able to fuck her like he can ( ˋ⁻̫ˊ) Ψ

@neetily we're being fed •///• and now my brain has been sparked, whoops, I wrote smth..

Need Kent to dump his cu

Longing for Kent at the Glory Holes</3

Warnings: age gap, implied infidelity, glory holes, cum.. like a lot of it... piv, fingering, cunilingus, daddy talk, choking, general sashiavi nastiness yk how it is

Word Count - 2k

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You knew you were wrong for it. Watching the older man from across the bar, late nights at the saloon, knowing better that you shouldn't- You couldn't! You cannot be thinking about him like this.

Not when you're best friends with his son, always around the house, coming out of Sam’s room for a glass of water when you know Kent would be lounged on the couch - Just to give him a little, nervous wave. It was wrong.. skittering around his home with his family around, catching a greedy glimpse of him any time you could, eyes flicking to him at the dining table after his own wife had invited you to stay for supper.

You shouldn't eye him up like that at the luau, eyes locked on to the heavy drag of his boardshorts, weighted down with the drippings of ocean water. Just below his tummy, soft with age and fit with his lifestyle, happy trail moist and tacky against his skin as it disappears into his bottoms. The fabric runs taught on his hipbones, deliciously low before the show is over and he pulls them up with a hook of his thick finger.

You're embarrassing yourself - Wearing pretty outfits in his presence, that ditzy demeanour truly born up from the bubble of anxiety swirling in your tummy from just being around him! So nervous and stuttery, dolly eyes flicking up to Kent's hardened gaze.. Of course it works, of course he starts cracking, falling for a sweet cutie like you.

But you don't know that- So lost in your worrying, dreamy and sweetly moaning into your knuckles as your cunt squelches around your fingers, milky and gushy insides making a mess on your fingers. Crying for him, mewling out his name unapologetically as you carefully sink yourself down on your new dildo - Silky and velvet silicone, fat in width, kissing yours insides while your vibrator buzzes aggressively against your pert clit in an attempt to soothe the wild stretch.

But soon that's not enough, is it? Such fantasies carried out all alone? You needed more, but you couldn't have him... Right?

You couldn't fool around in town either - Whispers would carry faster than the wind. You needed an out.

The Calico Desert was far enough.. An elusive Casino stands with an underground secret, Red Rooms for pleasure, anonymous glory holes for those who just needed a release with no strings attached. A perfect place for your fantasies, with real partners to play with!

Especially your new mystery man..

With his weighty cock poking through the cut out hole in the wall, struggling to stand tall with the sheer thickness of it, bobbing with arousal. It was pulsey, a thick vein running up the undershaft giving a flex as blood rushed to the rosy pink tip oozing up droplets of milky pre cum, practically dripping like drool, Yoba, it was as if it was crying for you.

He was thick, girth making irony saliva pool under your tongue, swallowing proving pointless at the sight of this cock - Picture perfect for your fantasy, a thick brush of hair on his base and balls, sack hanging heavy surely filled with plenty of thick, ropey cum. Scent the perfect musk, it felt manly- One of the traits that drew you to liking Kent in the first place!

Not like the people you hung out with, those younger males that could be the picture perfect partner for you, save for just how unsure they were about everything. Or those other Bachelors.. A little older and still just as lost- Kent had a bout of maturity attached to him, life seemingly plenty figured out, stable.. And yet you wanted to break it down.

Any guilt that dared to ping in your chest didn't last long. Not with the crane of your partner's hips, forcing the head of his cock to press a wet kiss to your cheek. If only he could see the hearts in your eyes, the dribble of spit that slipped from your tongue as you licked your lips

Soon, his length was down your throat, fat and chubby tip gagging up a sweet gurlgy moan, spitty and slick from your lips, wrapped around his thick length. He played rough with you, a heavy hand coming through the hole opening, thick fingers twirling into your hair for a better grip. Forcing your throat to be a personal toy, a rough face fucking you could only dream about.

You jaw aches, stingy with the stretch of this stranger's girth, tongue sore from rough use- Your eyes roll, bleary and pooled with fat tears, looking up all crossyee at nothing, pretending you were locking eyes with the Military Man that had tugged on your heart. Soft hazels surely hardens with a scrunch of his brow, nose crinkled in hot pleasure.. You blink your tears, letting them roll down your cock filled cheeks.

Your pussy drools, pooling behind the sheeny fabric of your panties, sticky to the touch of your fingers as you rub, easily bleeding through the fabric. Your mind chants his name, over and over like a mantra, 'Kent, Kent, Kent~!' Throwing in dirty-sweet petnames into the mix, Would he let you call him Sir? Mister Military Man so strong and authoritive? Would he groan if you cried out something more? 'Daddy, Daddy! Oh pleaseee Daddy!' Begging on your knees for him, that gentle and sweet family man taking out all those frustrations on your body. You breathe against your mystery man's base, huffy and hyper, desperate to take him all.

It's so much, maybe even too much. The perfect fantasy nearly coming true! Just missing that one main ingredient..

No time to think now though, right? Not when your mystery man groans from behind his gritted teeth, fist tightening in your hair when he busts himself down your throat, a healthy dump of cum squirting rope after rope. It's a wonder you don't choke - more than you already had been - With the thick white paint of his cum load, sputtering from your cheeks with a struggled cough fron yourself. He uses it like lube, hips snapping to fuck himself through it all, long and strong, milking out Every. Last. Drop.

You don't want it to end. Wanna keep the lovely weight of this stranger's cock nestled sweetly on your tongue, wanna pepper Kisses and Kitten licks over his flushed tip, wanna imagine you were pampering your older crush, treating him sweeter than any other could.

Ah but he pulls away, forcing up a pitifully sad whine from your throat, making you swallow thickly, savouring the remnants of that musky milky cum he'd gifted you. You lament in the loss, lips pouted in a little wobble, heart hammering blood to your head, beating with the achy throb of your neglected cunt.

The hand in your hair moves to your cheek, cupped warm, skin rough, a calloused thumb tracing over your swollen, cum stained lips.

"S' your turn. Yeah?" His voice was deep. Rasped and rough with a twinge of an accent, hearty and southern, tainted with a touch of age. Yoba your heart flutters- This was too good to be true!

You dare to peek, watery, doe eyes looking up at this man woth a doll-like look, seeing the outline of his features in the dim light - God your chest pangs, a spike of embarrassment, lust, nervousness, excitement, arousal - His thumb pulls on your bottom lip, dragging the swollen plumpness before he let's it go with a pop.

"S'Get 'outta here." The corner of his mouth barely lifts into a quip of a smirking grin.

"Kent..?" Disbelief gnaws at your tone. He only hums, a short sound of agreeance, kicking his head in the direction of the more intimate rooms with a short lift of his chin.

Ooh he treats you well. Head between your legs, lips smacking at the folds of your pussy, heavy hands planted on your thighs while his battle-worn fingers wrap around, blunt nails digging into your soft and sensitive flesh. He feasts like a starved man, suckling at your supple-sweet wetness, fat lapping licks of his pink tongue, jamming the muscle into your cunt hole before he's back on your clit. You squeal and squeak, fingers tugging at his hair, weaving into desperate fists, grinding your core on his lips and tongue- Yoba he takes it too, works with your movements, following your hips in sweet tandem.

He's rough with your cunt, spitting a fat glob of hot saliva before he laps it up, hazel eyes on you as he does so before they flutter shut with a scrunch of his brow and a shake of his head- Devouring your pussy once again, nose jutting into your clit while his tongue fucks past the ring of your pussy.

You have to be ready for him, yeah? Nice and wet and gushy.. Squirting all over his face before he even thinks about sinking his cock into you.

He makes you lick it off of his lips, tongue cleaning up the mess you left on his chin and cheeks, stealing hot slick and saliva filled kisses in the mix, tongues swirling, catching and suckling against eachother as two deft fingers jam into your waiting cunt.

Your fingers were incomparable to his own, too small to reach into the depths of your sweetness, too weak to curl and finger bang the fuck out of your poor pussy, squelchy and wet despite the messy squirt of your orgasm.

"Eyes on me, Darl'.." Kent orders, voice softer than his actions. Your lips part, jaw dropped in hot pleasure, eyes going into a blurred fuzz, his features disappearing as his fingers curl and curl and curl- Until you're left empty, gasping as fingers smack lovingly on your sticky clit, spiky pain and pleasure jutting up your body.

You're not empty for long though, easily plugged up with the thickness of Kent's cock, slowly sinking into your prepped up pussy just like you always imagined with your silly silicone toy. He kisses you through it, the whines and wobbly frown, a hand coming to rest a supple squeeze on your throat, hushing you as he bottoms out.

"S'okay Darlin'.." He coos roughly, hips beginning to hump a pace, rolling grinds against your public mound. "S'What you wanted, right Dolly? Yeahhh? Pretty lil' fuck doll aren'tcha? Thaaaats right.." All coos and sweet words despite the mean squeeze of his palm on your throat and the quick snapping of his hips.

Yoba, he mounts you. Hooking his free palm under your leg, knee to ear while he pounds at your pussy. Plap, plap, plap, skin on skin, wet and slick from the thin sheen of sweat that dared to wash over your skin and the gush of fluids from your supple cunt.

This was it- this was everything you had ever imagined, your perfectly lewd fantasy finally coming to fruition, taking the Kent's thick married cock, lovingly squeezing at his girth, hearts in your eyes as you choke a choppy babble past the tenseness of his hand on your throat; "Wa..nt need- Lov- Y..ou... please- Da..ddy...~"

It's enough to have Kent groaning deep, once fast fucking hips favouring a hard Roll. Slow. Mean. Snapping. Thrusts. Breath huffed in time with his hips, teeth grit as he speaks.

"Tryana' be my Baby? Hmmm?? Daddy's. Sweet. Lil'. Girl?" Words punctuated with his thrusts, pudgy tip kissing your insides with every snap. It seems to have triggered something in him, hazel eyes blown up, pupils dilated big and black, sweat dripping from his brow. "Daddy's sweet n'- Fuck.. His pretty Dolly, yeah??" You nod, strained against the hand on your throat, his fingers guaring your jaw, movement limited, the most pathetic and eager little nod he'd ever seen.

His hand comes off, planting under your other knee and you're manhandled into a dirty mating press, cock drilling into your poor pussy from above.

You knew you were wrong for it. And you're sure he knows it too. But Yoba be dammed if you ever go back to pitiful, longing looks from across the bar after this.

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glazedsnail · 14 days ago

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I've....done a thing.

Army Manned and Ranch Handled ♀

The 4th work of my Shane x Reader little collection

If you like Kent, well, you like Kent.

MDNI - 18+ - Mind the tags

#stardew valley #stardew valley shane #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley smut #failed writer #sdv fanfic #stardew valley kent #kent x reader x shane #fanfic #writing #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 link #sdv smut

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panickingpansexuality · 2 years ago

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He's Back

Alex x GN Farmer

Alex is finally going pro so a deadbeat has decided to make themselves known.

It was a warm fall day, Alex, his grandparents, and you were outside fixing up the house for winter.

The gutters needed cleaned and there was a side of the house that could use a fresh coat of paint, and of course the leaves were everywhere.

You four were enjoying this time because this time by next year Alex would be going pro and instead of being by your side he'd be on the television.

Kent and Elliott had stopped by not too long after the work began and felt obligated to help out. Elliott was talking with Evelyn stuffing the leaves into garbage bags that looked like jack-o-lanterns.

Alex climbed down the ladder that Kent was holding and stopped to watch for a second as you painted the side of the house, he let out a low whistle.

"Think I'm refreshed."

You looked over at him and laughed, he hopped down the ladder and came up behind you and held you close.

"Five minutes break!" He called out.

"No way." You said trying to squirm away, "I'm almost done."

While you squirmed the brush slipped from your hands causing it to swing and smear some paint into Alexs' hand, you both looked at it for a moment before Alex wiped the paint on your cheek.

You gasped and he let you go just in time for you to chase him around the house with the brush.

Evelyn watched you two fondly as George yelled out to you both;

"Don't go spilling all that paint!"

The fun was cut short when a man stepped towards the house recognizing the two elders.

"Alex?" A voice called out.

Alex froze as he came around the house, he put his hand out to stop you from going further as if it was going to protect you from the sight unfolding in front of you.

A man stepped into view, he looked completely unfamiliar the only few things that may have looked somewhat familiar to you was maybe his nose and hair.

You gripped Alex's dark skinned hand and he squeezed yours in return.

"Who are you?" Kent questioned crossing his arms.

"Alex?" The man called again completely ignoring Kent. Evelyn placed a hand on her heart and went to stand beside her grandson. Elliott stood in front of you both to stop the man from getting any closer.

"Get the Hell out of this town!" George growled out. "Yer not welcomed here!"

"I have a right to see my son Mullner." The man growled out.

"I'm not your son." Alex said barley above a whisper.

"Look at you!" The man said standing just foot back from punching distance. "I saw your name in the Grid Ball line up and then when I looked it up to make sure it was you I saw you got married!"

Alex pushed you behind him like it was going to hide you. Gently you push Alexs' hand away and step forward.

"Your Alex's sperm donor?" You ask sweetly.

The man is taken aback by the term it give you time to continue.

"I didn't know it was national deadbeat day? Who knew that you folk like to show up out of nowhere and spread your bullshit? Now I've got three bombs on me (freshly made), and Kent and I both are armed so get off of the Mullners property before I bust them out."

Kent lets out a snort behind the man who is starring at you completely offended.

"Are-Are you going to let them talk to me like this?!" The man says starring at Alex. "Your own father?!"

"Alex is more of any man's son here than yours." Elliott said sharply. "Now from what I'm guessing you're only here because Alex is finally accomplishing his dreams, no thanks to you, so you're here to mooch off of his success. If you wanted to become his father you would've called long before this."

"Who the fuck is this dweeb?!" The man said to Elliott.

"This dweeb is one of the men who's had the privilege of being a father figure to Alex! Who's gotten to see him graduate, help him with homework, and each and everyone of us in this town showed up for at least one of his games! Now I suggest you go find one of your many other children thst you may have accidentally drunkenly conceived before we pull out our weapons."

Alex's biological father looked like he was going to explode with rage;

"IM HIS FATHER YOU FA-"

"You're not my fucking father!" Alex yells stepping beside you. "You left my mom and didn't even bother to show up for her fucking funeral! You're nothing but a trashy deadbeat and I know my partner's waiting for me to give the word to drop kick you to China. So what the hell do you want?"

"Son-" the man begins but stops when he sees Alex's stare. "Alex. I...I'm sorry I figured we should get to know each other. You're going pro now and you're gonna need your family behind you."

You and Alex look at each other with a knowing look before you pull out your sword from it's sheath.

"Get out." Kent says, the sound of a gun loading is all the man needs before high-tailing it away back to the bus stop.

You turn to your in-laws and promise to finish up tomorrow, Kent and Elliott nod and start to clean up for you while you take Alex home.

He's quiet for a while, until he gets back to the house and uses your axe, mumbling something about trees needing to be cleared.

You fix the both of you a cold drink before going outside to sit with him.

His shirt's off now, thrown on the bench, he's cursing as he shows the pine tree he's cutting down absolutely no mercy. It doesn't take long for it to fall and when it does Alex stands there panting, carefully you wrap your arms around him.

Alex releases a shuddering breath and turns to you, burying his head into your neck and starts to cry. Gut wrenching sons that sound so quiet it's most likely he's used to making them that small. Your arms wrap around him tighter as continues to cry, when he's finished you two sit on the bench and he drinks what you've brought out to him.

"You know," you say softly. "I think if Kent and I worked together, we could make a rocket to actually send him to China."

Alex laughs and interlocks your fingers together, he brings your hand to his lips.

"I love you." He says in a dry voice. "I swear when we have kids I'll never do that to you, I'll never leave I swear."

"Aw man that means I'm stuck with you for life?" You say in a sarcastic voice.

Alex looks over and sees your face split into a smile. He pulls you over into a fight hug and says; "Yup."

Looking up at him you place a peck on his lips.

"For life." He says.

"Promise?" You ask.

"Promise." He says.

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eating-plastic · 2 years ago

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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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