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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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stardewvalleyimagines · 1 year 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

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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

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l1tw1ck · 1 year 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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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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forrest-onfire · 7 months ago

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So, I’ve got the Date Night Redux mod for SDV, and Sam asked me out on the camping date and now I need a little one-shot where he takes the farmer out on a camping date and they light up in Cindersnap Forest like I need this like right now please

It would literally be the cutest date ever. Especially since I know this stupid fucker has no clue how to pitch a tent so you know he got help from his dad to set everything up.

Skipping rocks across the pond, stoned af and just vibing together, for sure with a “happy ending” because I just feel like Sam is needy like that

Idk it just feels right

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saeyoungchoismaid · 2 years ago

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Kent the Hottie

I LOVE THIS BAHAHAHAHAHA. I also like dilfs so-

"You're doing it again."

"Hm?" you absently hum, your eyes still trained on a certain man.

"You're staring at my dad," Sam replies, staring at the side of your head since you're still not looking at him. Finally, you do turn to look at him, blinking a few times.

"I'm not staring at him," you lie, scoffing as you look back down to your book.

"Ha! Yeah right. And slimes can fly," he responds sarcastically, rolling his eyes before looking back down at his guitar that he was tuning.

"Um, excuse you. I simply glanced over at him when you looked over at me," you defend.

"Yeah, and every time after that when I looked at you, your eyes were glued onto him, dude," he snorts, glancing at you. You huff and roll your eyes before focusing on your book again.

"Whatever you say, champ." He snorts again at the nickname. You two return to silence other than the occasional strum of his guitar.

After five minutes or so, you break the silence again. "He was in the war, right?"

Sam sighs and tips his head back a bit, giving you a bored look. "Yes," he answers simply.

You bite your lip. "He likes hazelnuts, right?" you ask next. Sam raises his brow. How did you know that?

"Yeah, roasted ones..."

"Does he-"

"For the love of everything holy, (Y/n)!" he shouts, starting to let out a crazed laugh while shaking his head. "You're going to make me go insane. If you're so curious about him, why don't you just go talk to him?"

Your face floods with a blush as you rapidly shake your head. "Nah, no, uh, I'm good. I need to, um, finish this chapter," you mumble before bringing the book up and pretending to read it.

He snorts and looks back down at the guitar in his hands. He's sure you'll ask him another question in a few minu-

"Why doesn't he like cotton candy?"

Sigh.

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lolahauri · 3 months ago

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Rough anal with Kent would fix me.🤕also idc that it's unrealistic, it's a fantasy for a reason.😛

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Ugh I just know he'd be so good but brutal in bed.

He loves that you want him to be mean and rough when he fucks you.

And when you tell him you want him to fuck your ass hard, he jumps at the opportunity.

When you finally decide to get into it one night, your whole body is hot with arousal. His cock is so thick and big that it's usually a tight fit in your pussy, you can't imagine the stretch you're going to feel in your ass.

You eagerly get into position, your ass in the air and face buried in the pillow, cunt already dripping down your thighs from being so fucking turned on.

He lubes up your hole and wets the tip of his cock with your pussy juice, jerking himself off a few times before aligning himself with your hole.

He knows to go slow at first of course, and he does.

He eases his fat tip into your tight hole, already throwing his head back and groaning at the tightness.

Fuck, is it even gonna fit?

He'll make it fit.

He spends the first couple minutes just thrusting his tip inside you, before inserting another inch.

Your cunt clenches around nothing as he keeps fucking you, already feeling so stretched and full with just the first 2 inches.

You bury your face into the pillow and scream with pleasure as he begins getting deeper without warning, half of his cock buried inside you now.

His pace picks up, making you grip the pillow and let out beautiful sobs and moans, being a complete blabbering mess.

"Ohh fuck! So deep Kent, mph! It's so-soo good." Your eyes are closed tight, totally lost in bliss.

Seeing your reaction, he figures he's been gentle long enough. You wanted it to hurt, right? He's gonna make it hurt.

Kent slams his hips forward and bottoms out inside you, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

Your hole squeezes around him as you cry out in pain, biting your lip as tears start brimming your eyes.

He stays put for a moment, cock warming you. "Color?"

You hastily repeat "Green!" over and over, begging him to continue.

You gasp as he smacks your ass cheek hard enough to leave a print. "That's my girl."

He's quick to start thrusting again, going at a brutal, fast pace.

The mix of pain and pleasure is making you feel dizzy, you've never felt this good in your life.

And every time he pounds into you, it knocks a harsh sob from your mouth, tears waterfalling from your eyes.

The room is filled with sounds of your ass clapping against his hips, his groans, and your crying. Both of you know he won't be able to last much longer in these conditions.

Between his powerful thrusts, you manage to move one of your hands from under your pillow and down between your legs, rapidly rubbing circles around your throbbing clit.

Kent see's what you're up to, but he doesn't stop you. He chooses instead to spank you again and whisper in a gruff voice, "You like when I use you, huh? Treat you like a stupid whore?"

You moan in return, struggling to form any words as your climax slowly approaches, feeling that hot coil begin to tighten in your stomach. That wasn't a good enough answer for him though.

"C'mon bunny, speak up." He pulls your hair back, lifting your tear-stained face off of the pillow, slowing down his pace, but slamming into your hole even harder.

"Tell. Me. You. Love. It." He pounds into you between every word, drinking in the moans slipping past your lips each time.

You rub your clit faster, feeling your climax rapidly approach as you choke out a response. "Ohh shit, Kent! I- I love it! Fuck! I love it when you use me!"

He picks his pace back up a bit, but his thrusts are sloppy. You can tell he's also getting close. "Yeahh that's right, fuckin' take it you little slut."

"Ah fuck! Oh my god!" His words sent you over the edge, your eyes roll back as you feel the wave of pleasure rush over you, soaking your tired fingers in slick arousal.

The post-orgasm exhaustion hits you like a train almost immediately, making Kent need to hold up your almost-limp body and he finishes himself off, fucking into you 1, 2, 3, more times before he pumps his load deep inside you.

You're both huffing and panting as he pulls out, feeling so tired, but so satisfied. More satisfied than you've ever felt.

His large frame collapses down besides you, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "You feeling alright?"

You laugh a little and snuggle into his sweaty, bare chest. "More than alright, that was... incredible."

He chuckles in response, pulling a blanket over the two of you and turning off your bedside lamp. "Yeah? Well there's more where that came from."

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sashiavi · 2 months ago

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✧˚·.SashiAvi's Kinktober Day Four.·˚✧

#4|Spanking|#4

Kent x Reader - Word Count - 3.8k

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

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

At least for Kent.

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

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

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

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

It was easy to find yourselves together.

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

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

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

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

Fooling around with you was fun. Carefree even.

Until it wasn't.

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

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

And it was all because of you.

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

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

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

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

You were in for it now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pick a number.”

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

“T-Ten?” You pipe up, voice tense.

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

And so he does.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crack!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least for Kent.

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honey-crypt · 5 months ago

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NOW OR NEVER — sam (sdv) x reader

media: stardew valley

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of war

requested by: @luxurylives

summary: sam seeks support from his crush, farmer (y/n), after they overhear a family spat. yet, a proposal from flirty part-time bartender masahi has sam in a tailspin, as he’s forced to grapple with confessing his feelings to (y/n).

author’s note: my first fic since revitalizing my fanfic writing career! hope you all enjoy :)

“Sam, please,” the desperation in Jodi’s voice was evident. She grasped onto her husband Kent’s arm, the soldier staring down his son blankly. Sam, lacking his usual cheerful disposition, stood across from them with arms crossed.

“You can’t be serious,” his voice was low, almost a growl. Jodi averted her gaze, her grip on Kent’s arm tightening. In an effort to reassure his wife, Kent began to rub her back tenderly while moving forward with the discussion, “Son, I know this is going to be a hard change but it’s necessary.”

“What’s necessary? The fact that we gotta lose you again to the fucking military, huh?” the skater spat venom at his father, “That we’ve only had you back for one year and all of a sudden, you’re called back to the front lines!”

“That’s sadly a fact of life,” answered Kent. A small sob escaped Jodi’s lips and Kent pulled her into his chest, soothing her while she cried. Sam balled up his fists, feeling his cheeks redden from the heat of the summer and the heat of the revelation. Without a second thought, the blond stormed outside, the door slamming behind him and muffling Jodi’s wails.

“Yoba, Yoba fucking…” he began to curse at the All Mighty, enraged at the creator’s cruelty. Yet, before he could utter another blasphemous word, a familiar face greeted him before the front entrance, “Sammie?”

His flames of rage quickly fizzled out at the sight of (Y/N), the ever so kindhearted farmer. They cast their eyes down to the ground, adjusting their grip on their wicker basket, “I’m sorry. I was stopping by to deliver your mom her tomatoes and I, well…” they cleared their voice, “I’m sorry, but I overheard everything.”

Sam let out a frustrated sigh and combed his hands through his messy spikes, “Everything?”

“Yeah, everything,” the farmer reiterated.

“You can just… You should just leave them on the step. I’m sure my mom will get them in a second,” Sam stepped off the entrance floor mat, an image of a happy-go-fish with the words “Welcome to Our Home!” featured on it. (Y/N) gently set the basket of tomatoes on the mat and positioned them in just the right way so they remained under the roof’s shade. Sam walked a few feet forward, taking in the whooshing of the stream before him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” the farmer offered, staring at Sam with those pretty eyes he always admired.

“About my dad?”

“Yeah, or anything else that’s on your mind.”

Sam cracked a smile, the first one of his day, “Well, only ‘cuz I trust you,” he plopped down on the grass in front of the stream. The blond patted the space beside him and (Y/N) joined him, the pair admiring the water.

“They want my dad back in the war.”

“Yeah? How come?”

“Honestly, I have no clue. I kinda,” the skater hugged his knees to his chest, “I kinda didn’t have a chance before I lost it on Mom and Dad.”

(Y/N) offered Sam a sympathetic smile, holding out their hand for a moment. Sam grew flushed at the gesture but took the farmer’s hand, nonetheless. (Y/N)’s hand was surprisingly soft for someone doing hard labor year-round. Yet, they had a few callouses, just like the ones he got from guitar practice.

“He was a PoW. You’d think he would be exempted from having to go through that hell again but… I guess not.”

“It’s not fair,” the farmer mused, “You just got him back, less than a year ago!”

“That’s what I was saying!” exclaimed Sam, squeezing (Y/N)’s hand. The two locked eyes for a moment but Sam turned away, still holding on tight to their hand. A welcoming warmth filled his chest while he held the farmer’s hand, as memories of the past year flooded his mind. The late nights at the saloon, the banter at the festivals, the rainy days spent in his room together, every moment with (Y/N) filled Sam up with an indescribable sense of peace.

“I’ll always be here if you need anything, Sammie. I promise, okay?” the farmer’s words brought the blond back to reality.

“I appreciate that,” Sam replied with a small smile. He loosened his grasp on (Y/N)’s hand and soon confronted the emptiness that followed. (Y/N) leaned forward and grinned, they always had such a beautiful smile.

“(Y/N), I gotta ask—”

A sudden beep beep! cut Sam off, as a handsome man with slick honey blond hair waved to (Y/N) from his even more slick convertible, “(Y/N)! Sweets! There you are!”

(Y/N) blinked in surprise before pushing themself off the ground and dusting off their overalls, “Oh, Masahi, I didn’t think you would be bartending tonight at the saloon!”

“Because I’m not, darling,” the obnoxiously flirtatious and annoying man (at least to Sam) explained, “I’m in this part of the woods looking for you.”

“For me?” the farmer questioned, wiping a bead of sweat off their dirt caked forehead.

“Yes, you, silly!” Masahi chuckled, “I want to take you out to see an old friend of myself, I remember you mentioning how much you love her music.”

(Y/N)’s jaw dropped in astonishment, “Masahi, are you serious?!”

“Yes, sweets, I’m serious. KiKi Kiwi is playing at the Juicer… tonight,” the bartender could barely hold back that ultra white pearly smile of his, earning a not-so-subtle glare from Sam, “So what do you say? Wanna be my plus one?”

“Oh, well…” (Y/N) eyed Sam, a small frown on their lips, “You’re going through it, though, Sammie. Do you need me for tonight?”

Sam bit the inside of his cheek, as he ping-ponged his focus between the concerned farmer and the cheeky bartender. Should I tell them that I need them tonight?

“No, it’s okay,” the skater plastered on a smile, “I know how much you love Kiki Kiwi, stink,” the farmer snorted at the nickname Sam bestowed upon them early in their friendship, “Just promise me that you’ll get me a shirt of hers?”

“I pinky promise!” the farmer shouted jubilantly. The two of them sealed the promise and Sam waved (Y/N) off, as they hopped in the convertible with Masahi. With a cocky smile gracing his lips, Masahi gave Sam a wink, “Later, Sammie!” drove off with (Y/N) in tote.

Once they were out of earshot, Sam kicked a nearby rock to unleash his anger, only to end up grunting in pain because of how sharp said rock was. Defeated, Sam collapsed on the grassy dip by the stream and huffed, staring up at the pinkish orange sky.

“I’m such a loser.”

—————

“And you just… let them go? Just like that?” Abigail hummed aloud, “Seriously? Just like that? Are you kidding me?”

Sam swatted at the pestering purple haired goth, as he laid sprawled about Sebastian’s couch. The aforementioned owner of the couch peered over his desktop to add on, “She’s right. You basically blew your chance.”

“Okay, okay! I did not basically blow my chance!” the skater countered, “I wasn’t gonna let them miss out on their chance to see their all-time favorite musician in the whole wide universe. What kinda friend would I be if I did?”

“A boyfriend, not a friend,” commented Abigail, who promptly received a flick to the forehead by Sam, “Hey!”

“Stop being a dick to me,” the blond grumbled, “I already got enough on my plate.”

Abigail frowned, “Sorry,” and added on, “I’m sure things will be fine, though. Masahi isn’t really (Y/N)’s type.”

Sam’s ears perked up like a puppy dog, “Huh, what? He isn’t?” which earned him a pair of chuckles from both Abigail and Sebastian.

“I don’t think (Y/N) really has a type,” the purple-haired girl continued, “I mean, they never really expressed any indication of a type to me. Hell, I’m not even that sure if they like men or not.”

“Oh,” the disappointment in Sam’s voice was evident but upon noticing the goths’ questioning stares, he backpedalled, “I mean, I mean liking girls is cool! People, regardless of junk and stuff, are cool!”

“And during Pride Month,” mumbled Sebastian with a mischievous scoff.

“And during Pride Month,” Abigail repeated in a similarly teasing manner.

Sam buried his face in his hands, “I don’t know what to do,” he murmured, “I probably did blow my chance,” the idea of (Y/N) being with Masahi in that way filled Sam’s stomach up in explosive balloons of acid, ready to pop from the slightest movement. His mind began to spiral, as Sam recounted each and every supposedly “intimate” moment he witnessed (Y/N) in by mistake.

That time he saw them and Elliott merrily drinking together at the saloon, the way the drunken ginger swung his arm haphazardly around their shoulder.

That time he saw them and Alex tossing the gridball around, the way the human equivalent of a protein shake grazed his hand against theirs when trying to retrieve the misplaced ball.

Yoba, even the times he saw them exchange giggles with Harvey and Shane!

The jealousy continued to rise and rise until Sam could

“I mean,” Sebastian’s voice drifted off with the echo of mouse clicks following behind, “Kiki Kiwi is performing at the Juicer in about an hour. If you make yourself presentable, I could drive you up there in a bit.”

The speed at which Sam went from zero to hero in his appearance was simply a miracle. Neither Sebastian nor Abigail had ever witnessed such a feat, as Sam returned with an outfit fit for a rooftop club scene; he sported a nearly all-black look that one might have confused him for Sebastian if it had not been for his spiky blond hair and the dash of color in his red Converse sneakers.

“That was quick,” answered Sebastian.

“Good luck, lover boy!” Abigail ushered the boys a farewell, as Sam held onto Sebastian’s back for dear life. The roar of the motorcycle rang through Sam’s ears, as a darkening skyline greeted them on the road towards ZuZu City.

Gaining entry to The Juicer appeared to be a daunting task, as a line of rabid Kiki Kiwi fans and club regulars nearly took up the whole block outside the club. Sam felt the vibrations of the opening act’s music pulsate through the ground beneath his feet. He eyed Sebastian for support, unsure how to proceed.

“Oh my God, is that you Sebby?”

Sam and Sebastian directed their attention to the voice calling out, the veiny bouncer guarding the door to The Juicer. Sebastian stared down the bouncer, his brain trying to process if the bouncer was speaking to him or another Sebastian, “Uhh…”

“This is crazy, it’s totally you!” the bouncer proclaimed, as he let a few attendees inside, “It’s me, Lily- well, I’m Liam now but we went to high school together!”

“Oh! Lil- Liam!” replied Sebastian. He gave Sam a subtle nod and walked up to the bouncer to chat, “Wow, man, you’re really jacked now, huh?”

With the bouncer occupied, Sam seized the moment to slip into the crowd of club-goers entering the establishment. Through a series of bumping into people and trying not to slam his face into a wall, Sam managed his way to the top of the building, music’s deep bass bouncing off all surfaces of the club. The skater maneuvered his way through the crowd of dancing drunks and couples displaying PDA that bordered the line of bedroom-only activities, his mind set on finding (Y/N). He tried to shout for them, but the music was too loud for anyone to hear anything else.

It felt like hours before Sam eventually found (Y/N) near the VIP area, the farmer happily chatting with a woman clad in neon green. Masahi stood behind (Y/N) with an almost wounded expression on his face, not able to get a word in; Sam had to suppress the grin trying to form on his face at the sight.

“(Y/N)!” shouted Sam. The farmer paused their conversation and whipped their head around, eyes landing on Sam, “Sammie? How did you- What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Masahi repeated, eyebrows quirked and arms crossed.

“Hi, I’m sorry, it’s a long story but can I please borrow you for just one second?” he pleaded with (Y/N), “I promise, it will only be for one second,” Sam added on for good measure.

(Y/N) exchanged glances between Sam and the woman in green, the latter of which flashed them a smile, “I’m sure we can resume our little chat after, dear. I should be prepping my voice right about now.”

(Y/N) returned the smile, “Okay! If not, it has been a huge honor talking with you!”

The woman in green waved the farmer off, the screams of excited club attendees filling the air while she walked towards backstage. With the woman, presumably Kiki Kiwi, gone, (Y/N) turned her attention to Masahi and stated, “I’ll be right back, okay? I just need to hear Sam out real quick!”

Masahi gave the farmer a firm nod, “Yes, of course. I’ll be waiting,” he glared down at Sam while the skater waltzed off with (Y/N) in possession. Finding the most private area possible, that being behind the crumbling walls of the bathrooms, Sam released his guiding grasp on the farmer, “Thank you for giving me this moment.”

“Of course, Sammie, but is everything okay? I thought you wanted me to come tonight,” questioned (Y/N).

“And I did- I do, I do want you to come out and enjoy yourself tonight,” the blond tripped over his words, “Your happiness means the most to me, of course I wanted you to see your favorite musician ever tonight.”

(Y/N) flashed Sam a giddy smile, “My happiness means the most to you?” to which the skater nodded feverishly, “Of course! Ever since we became friends, you’ve always been a priority of mine, someone I care deeply about and…” Sam steadied his voice, “I realized that tonight might be my only chance to say this so I’m just gonna say it.”

Sam gently took (Y/N) by the hands and held them against his chest, “(Y/N).”

“Yes, Sam?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too!”

“No, (Y/N), I… I love you.”

The farmer’s eyes widened.

“You love me?”

“With all my heart.”

“Sammie, I- I-” with their words failing, there was only one way (Y/N) could respond and that was kissing Sam squarely on the lips.

It was like fireworks went off for the two of them, metaphorically in their minds and literally in the sky before them while Kiki Kiwi launched into her first song of the night. For countless nights, Sam dreamed of feeling, tasting (Y/N)’s lips against his own.

And my, my… was the wait worth it.

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