A Stardew Valley Afterdark Inspired Fic
[YALL I haven’t wrote a fic in years but Stardew… 🫡🫶😭 Inspired me. For this fic the farmer is female and curvy! She’ll also be named just simply Farmer when her name comes up.
Warning: stalking. Smut. Unhealthy obsessions.]
She didn’t know him well. Her grandfather was just a man she knew through the once in a blue moon family reunions and post cards. The day he died, Farmer didn’t even have any idea. Not until her mother called, snottily sobbing into the phone that he passed in his sleep.
So when Farmer heard that she inherited his farm it was a not just a surprise, but a life changing turn of events. She couldn’t just leave it unattended! So she packed up her apartment and moved to Pelican Town. The outskirts of it, anyway.
It took a couple days for Farmer to settle before she decided to start renovations. First to go was the wallpaper in her bedroom but she needs the supplies to do it. So she left to browse the local market.
Farmer met Pierre there, a kind man that seemed like he loved his job. And his shop and family. Much to her dismay, Farmer didn’t find any wallpaper she liked so she left to go to the other store in town, Joja Mart.
Joja Mart seemed… sterile. Not in a good way. But she persisted and entered, walking the aisles until she walked down one that wasn’t empty.
A man knelt by a box, restocking some goods. Farmer takes notice, then does a double take. His biceps are bulging in the shirt with every move, veins in his forearms popping. The jeans clinging to muscular thighs. His features look soft and handsome, but toned underneath. He’s not thin by any means, but perfectly right there and exactly her type.
Farmer walks closer, taking in his purple, cropped hair that looks like it needs a trim and furrow of his brow. The five o’clock shadow that would feel amazing in certain places.
“I’m working.” He suddenly says. Farmer pauses, blinking at him. He doesn’t look at her. “And you’re still staring.”
“Sorry.” Farmer says. “It’s just- I’m new. I’ve never seen you before.”
“You’re new. You’ve never seen anyone here before.” He counters, barely giving her a glance. “It’s still early. I’m sure by the end of the day you’ll have met the whole town.” He begrudgingly adds.
“Well, what’s your name? So I can meet you?” Farmer persists, hands going in her overall pockets. He hesitates, like he almost doesn’t even want to give it to her. Then he huffs.
Farmer gives him her name.
“I’m still working.” He deadpans, glancing at her again.
“Right, sorry. I’ll- I’ll go. Nice to meet you, Shane.”
“Yeah, sure.” Shane mutters, picking up the now empty box and rising to his feet. He’s taller than her, not by much but enough to warrant her head to tilt back to keep his eyes. His eyes that won’t meet hers back.
“Have a good day.” Farmer says.
“Right.” He answers with before walking off, still never having really met her gaze for longer than seconds at a time. It was infuriating and… it made her curious.
That night Shane gets off work and wants a drink. As per usual. He takes his normal route home, not really thinking about much of anything but getting his beer and a slice of pizza. That is until he walks through the door. And see’s her. There. Here. In his space. Well, not his, but his well enough.
She hasn’t been here long enough to claim anything as hers, yet as she stands there talking to Leah in her dirty overalls that hug her curves and even dirtier boots, her hair in a braid over her shoulder with strands framing her face, she stands there like she owns his everything.
Fuck, Shane thinks, certain this is a curse. This is the universe pondering against him. Sending her not just to his place of work, but to his place of worship. Of relaxation. Devotion to the drink.
He gets a beer from Gus and stands by the fireplace. Alone. And in his thoughts, they continue to circle back to Farmer. For better or worse.
Shane was supposed to be a good godfather to Jas. He tried his best, even when he was at his worst. Even on days he felt like he should be left alone to wallow in his room with drinks and video games.
They were playing Garbage. A simple card game Jas picked up faster than anything he’s taught her before. Well, almost as fast. She was a quick learner around the chickens.
The dilemma was, his mind was far from innocent things. So much so he got Jas a snack after their last round of Garbage and then left her to take a walk.
Hoping to clear his thoughts, he went through town. Ignoring Lewis who attempts conversation. Clint ignores him right back as they pass each other. Ignores Caroline locking up even though she smiles and waves. It’s not his job to be nice to everyone. Most people don’t deserve his attention until they earn it.
But then there’s Farmer and she… she doesn’t deserve all these thoughts. She shouldn’t hold this place in his head… in his dick, too. It won’t stop getting hard.
“Goddamnit.” Shane curses out loud and he stops walking. He’s on the edge of town, on her driveway. How did his legs carry him all the way here?
“Fuck it.” He walks closer, staying in the shadows as he steps up to her modest ranch house. It’s old and needs tender love and care, but he see’s the vision of a beautiful farm one day. Even if most of the land is overgrown and needing lots of work.
When he reaches the window he doesn’t see her at first, then she’s there. In the kitchen. Overalls hanging off and only wearing a white tank top that hugs her chest and stomach. Her hair is down, hanging loose and free. His cock jolts again and Shane curses himself for being here.
He could leave right now. Or…
No. No, this isn’t right, Shane thinks, his morals finally kicking in a few minutes too late. He forces his legs to work and carries himself home.
She shouldn’t be thinking about him. Lying in bed, freshly showered from a long day running around. To town, back home. Back to town because she forgot something, back home. Around the farm. Checking on the dog she acquired from Marnie. She named her Misu.
But right now she didn’t have to worry about Misu because she was asleep in her living room in front of the dying fire. Right now, Farmer was alone in bed with a nightgown and free will to think about anything she wanted. Yet her mind kept drifting back to Shane.
His muscles. He had a stomach, he wasn’t flat. And Farmer liked it. She liked the extraness. More to hold. More to scratch and touch and…
I shouldn’t… I barely know him, Farmer thinks. Yet her hand wanders between her legs anyway. Yet she gets off at remembering the way his forearms flexed as he worked. If something as simple as putting cans on the shelf did it for her… maybe she should get to know him more. Or maybe that would be a horrid idea. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to help herself around him.
I’m going to Hell, she thinks as she comes on her fingers.
She gets up to clean herself and then lays back down, forcing her mind to behave but how can it when he’s all she see’s?
She heard it from Robin at the bar who was taking a break from dancing with her husband. Demetrius? Farmer can’t remember if that’s correct because she’s focused on putting one step in front of the other. She’s wearing a brown pair of overalls today and her trusty work boots. Her hair is in a new braid and she’s carrying a switchblade, flashlight, and a cloth bag on her arm.
She thinks it will be easy. The mines. Farmer think it’ll be as easy as weeding her little garden.
Little does she does know what she’ll meet the further down she gets…
Shane walked into the saloon and immediately sensed something was off. Everyone looked worried at different variations. He didn’t want to ask anyone what happened in town, so he went to the bar and ordered a beer, then a pizza even though he wasn’t hungry just to have an excuse to stand there and listen to Lewis and Marnie talk behind him.
“She had no idea! Nobody warned her about the mines! She’s lucky I found her.” Marnie says.
“Poor thing. I’ll check on her tomorrow.” Lewis sighs.
“I wish Farmer was more careful in a new town. I bet nobody has yet to warn her about the secret woods either.”
Shane froze. Farmer? Mines? He leaves his drink and his pizza being sat in front of him and rushes out of the saloon. He runs through the plaza to Harvey’s clinic.
Doesn’t bother knocking even though it’s late and the door should be locked.
He walks back even though he should wait to be seen back.
Farmer is lying in a bed with a cold compress on her forehead and around her neck. A few bandages wrapped around her legs and a hand.
“Shane, you can’t be back here.” Harvey says.
“It’s fine. I know him.” Farmer says with a tired smile.
“Yeah, I know her.” Shane confirms, looking from Farmer to Harvey. “Can we have a minute alone?”
“It’s fine, Dr. Harvey.” Farmer promises when she notices the hesitation. Harvey sighs and nods, leaving them and heading to the front.
Shane steps closer, up to Farmer’s side.
“What were you thinking?” Shane asks, steady gaze on hers. Farmer has the gull to look guilty.
“That I needed some copper.” She says.
“That you needed some copper.” Shane deadpans back as he sits down slowly at her side. He leans over her, planting a hand by her hip as he stares her down. “What did you bring with you?”
“My switch blade.” Farmer meekly admits.
“Fuck, Sunshine.” Shane says, letting his head hang between his shoulders for a moment before looking back up. “The mines shouldn’t be entered with just a switchblade.”
“I had a flashlight too.” She whispers.
Shane closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment. He looks back up at her.
“I’ll be careful next time.” She says.
“Yes, next time. I’m not letting a little slime scare me away.” Farmer huffs, sitting up with a wince. She takes the compress off her forehead and neck. “I’ll be more prepared next time.”
Shane stares at her for a long moment. He wants to argue. He wants to tell her there’s no fucking way he’s letting her back in after this little trip nearly took her away from him before he even got to really know her. But instead he sighs and lifts a hand, brushing a stray hair from her face to behind her ear.
“Not until I get you a proper weapon.” He compromises.
“Fine.” Farmer sighs, rolling her eyes then wincing because her head still hurt.
“And every time you go in, you need the proper sustenance.”
“Okay.” Farmer sighs again.
“Promise me.” Shane insists, cupping her jaw.
“Good girl. Now. Can you walk? You need to get home. I’m sure you won’t want to stay here over night.”
“Not really.” Farmer admits, sitting up properly. She swings her legs off the bed. Her overalls are half off, hanging around her hips. She’s wearing a dirty tshirt. Her overalls are ripped and bloody and she really doesn’t understand how a slime creature and bats did all this to her still.
“I’ll walk you home.” Shane says.
And he does. It’s a slow walk and Harvey is hesitant to discharge her, but he does seeing her back on her feet and stable enough to walk on her own.
When they reach the farm, Farmer is hesitant to be alone for some reason. And for another reason, Shane doesn’t want to leave her alone. But he knows she needs to rest. And shower. So he takes her hand and squeezes it instead.
“I’ll check on you tomorrow.” Shane promises.
“Okay.” Farmer says quietly, looking at their hands then up at Shane. Farmer smiles a little, still tired and aching. She stands on her tip toes and presses a kiss to Shane’s cheek. “Okay. Tomorrow. Goodnight, Shane.”
“Goodnight, Sunshine.” Shane murmurs, squeezing her hand one last time before letting it go to leave.
He thinks about her the whole way home.
She thinks about him all night long.
From that day on, Farmer is more careful in the mines. True to her promise, she doesn’t go back until Shane gifts her a sword a few days later. She also brings snack bars and Shane insists she takes some pepper poppers he made.
She also talks to Marnie and learns a little more about Shane from her. That his parents aren’t around anymore and that Shane doesn’t like to talk about it. The only things he likes are simple. His chicken, Charlie. Marnie’s chickens, Goldie and Gracie. He likes beer, it’s all he drinks anymore. Marnie doesn’t remember the last time she saw Shane drink water. Pizza. Pepper Poppers. A hot pepper. Anything spicy really.
So Farmer decides to make a personal pizza from scratch. She spends all morning making it so she can give it to Shane for lunch. When she reaches Marnie’s ranch, he’s in the chicken coop. She has the pizza covered, so she determines if safe to bring it to him.
When she enters, Shane doesn’t hear her at first. He’s busy stroking a white chicken.
“Shane.” Farmer says quietly.
He pauses, then slowly turns around to see her standing there. In her overalls, this pair is a dark blue has pink patches on both knees. Her same boots. Her hair is down for once and free from her braid.
Shane thinks it’s beautiful like this.
Then Shane thinks she shouldn’t be here.
He says her name. Coldly.
“I made Pizza.” Farmer offers.
“Pizza.” Shane stands. The chicken scurries away. “Oh?”
“For the sword.” Farmer adds. Even though it’s only part true. She made it because she likes him, not just because she wants to thank him. Even though it is nice of her to say so last second. “You don’t have to take it.”
“Okay, then…” Farmer holds it out. Shane takes the aluminum tray the pizza sits in and takes the lid off to smell it. He raises his brows and looks up at her.
“Oh, good. Okay. Well…” She takes a step back, going to retreat.
“Are you busy?” Shane suddenly asks.
“Not right now, no. I’m here with you.” Farmer replies.
Then he introduces Farmer to Charlie.
Farmer saw Shane more. And more and more. She saw him at least twice a week, sometimes three times if she visited Marnie’s shop and ran into him. Sometimes if she went to the saloon and caught his eye across the bar. Sometimes she’d even go into Joja Mart just to catch a glance.
What Farmer didn’t know was that Shane noticed her right back. Their little talks were just that, little talks. They didn’t aquaint to anything. It was just sweet and kind exchanges. Sometimes Farmer would kiss his cheek and that’s as far as he got.
But Shane took it a step further because sometimes… most times he’d leave Joja Mart for the night and go to the Saloon. And sometimes after being there for a while, he might have caught himself waiting for her. He might have watched her one night she came in… watched her all night.
Sometimes he’d leave right after her and then follow her home just because he can. Because he wanted to look at her longer. To see her better.
Sometimes he’d stand under the tree line and watch her bedroom window in her farm house as she undresses for the day.
And sometimes she wouldn’t put on pajamas. She’d leave his sights still nude and breathtaking.
Today, it’s Saturday. He’s on a walk, strolling through town. He promised to bring Jas home some plum pudding for being so well behaved with the chickens. He wasn’t expecting to see Farmer today. He was hoping she’d rest for once.
Instead she turns the path and walks almost into him. Wearing her hair down how he likes, flowing in the breeze. A sundress for once that highlights her curves just as well as the overalls if not more.
“Oh! Hi. I was looking for you.” Farmer smiles and holds up her hands, each holding a cup of coffee. “I got extra. Just in case.” She holds it out.
“Thank you, sunshine. You’re too sweet on me.” Shane takes the coffee and risks a sip. It’s just how he likes it. “You’ve outdone yourself.”
“I didn’t outdo myself with the homemade pizza?” She jokes. “But a cup of coffee is too much.”
“You’re right.” He says her name sternly. “Another round of personal pizzas, stat.” Shane grins at her when she laughs. He loves that sound. “What are you up too, darlin’?”
“I was about to head home. I have to cook something for dinner soon.” Farmer sips her coffee.
“Why don’t I walk you home?” Shane offers. Farmer tilts her head up, a smile on her lips.
They start to walk towards her farm. Side by side. Not hand in hand, they haven’t touched besides fingertips when she gives him a gift and the stollen cheek kisses Farmer impulsively gives him.
He thinks, as they walk, that he’d like to touch her more. He also thinks he should start giving her gifts back.
“Do you like eggs?” Shane asks.
“Yeah, fair enough.” Farmer nods.
They both sip their coffee.
“Do you like eggs?” Farmer counters.
“Fair enough.” Shane answers.
Farmer smiles, and then she laughs. He really liked her laugh. He tries to always make her laugh when they talk so he can hear it more.
“How’s your day so far, sunshine?” Shane asks.
“It’s been good. Busy. I’m taking a break from the mines. It’s been hard on my back.” Farmer admits.
“Yeah, it can be. You’ve been being careful though?” Shane worries slightly. “Carrying the sword I gave you?”
“Of course I do. I don’t leave home without it if I’m heading to the mines.” Farmer promises.
Farmer flushes and looks away. He grins. She liked that. She liked it when she was on the clinic too.
Before they even realize it, they’re at her farm. And she’s at the door, unlocking it and facing him. She bites on her lip, looking up at him.
“Well… unless you want the house tour… this is where we say goodbye.” Farmer says, then nervously downs the rest of her drink.
“I’d love the house tour.” Shane says.
Farmer smiles, takes his hand and leads him inside. She walks him through the living area and kitchen, where they discard their empty cups. She leads him to her sewing room and then up the stairs to her bedroom.
“Well… that’s everything. Well, everything inside anyway. There’s lots to see outside on the farm.” Farmer says, sitting on the edge of the bed, folding her hands in her lap.
“It’s really nice. You’re doing a great job taking care of this place and putting it back together.” Shane compliments, walking up to her slowly.
Farmer smiles, tilting her head back to keep his eyes. Shane walks closer, his foot reaching out and kicking her legs apart. He steps between them. She lets him.
“It’s all you.” Shane murmurs, reaching a hand out and brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s perfect.”
“Thank you. I work hard.”
“I know you do. Which is why you should relax for once.” Shane cups her jaw and brushes his thumb over the height of her cheek. “You’re going to overwork yourself.”
“I’m not nearly there yet. There’s still time.” Farmer argues.
“Running around from sunrise, past sunset. That’s too much. How are you sleeping at night?” He prods.
“Okay, how long do you get to sleep like a baby for then?” Shane narrows his eyes, cupping her jaw now. Farmer hesitates.
“Four hours, give or take.” Farmer mumbles.
Shane leans down, bending in half. His face an inch from hers. She leans back, he pulls her closer by the jaw, tilting her just so.
“You’re a pain in my ass.”
Farmer gives him a deadpan look.
“I think you should be put to bed.”
Shane scoops her up suddenly and Farmer gasps, hands instinctively going around his neck and legs around his waist. His hands grip the back of her thighs as he climbs up the bed and then drops her in the middle. Farmer huffs, looking up at him between her legs. Her dress hitched around her hips barely covering her.
“Hi.” Shane grins, leaning down, caging her in.
“How- how are you going to… put me to bed?” Farmer wonders out loud.
“I’m going to wear you out, sunshine. When you’re too tired and sore to walk, I’ll have done my job.” Shane informs, leaning down and kissing the side of her neck.
“Oh, I do.” Farmer is too quick to say. Shane grins wickedly.
“Yeah.” She breathes. “Only if you promise me one thing.”
“Feed and water Misu after you’re done with me?”
“I can do that.” Shane agrees before closing the distance and kissing her. Cutting off any more of her worries and fears.
He kisses her firmly with an edge of gentleness. Like if he presses too hard she’ll shatter. Farmer melts into it. Into him. Her legs lift and hook around his hips. Her hands run into his hair as his do the same to her.
He murmurs her name, a plea and moan all in one as he presses his hips forward. She feels him, hard and wanting. She briefly wonders how long he’s been wanting her like this. How they went from him saying he’s busy working to this… this.
“Shane.” Farmer’s voice is nothing but breath. “Can you touch me now then?”
“Fuck, yes, I can.” He answers, hands leaving her hair to trail down her arms.
He kisses her neck then down one arm to her fingertips. He sucks on her pointed finger. Then he kisses up her arm, across her chest and down her other arm to her fingertips. He sucks on her middle finger this time, swirling his tongue before pulling away.
“This isn’t touching.” Farmer says even though she feels hotter and more beautiful than ever. Shane chuckles hotly against her neck and kisses down between her chest, over her stomach. “Oh, Shane, what are you-“
“Shh, relax. Let me take care of you.” Shane murmurs. “You worry too much. Stress too much. It’s time for you to fucking chill out.” He states before ducking under her dress.
Farmer’s eyes widen and then next thing she knows her panties are off and his tongue is there and-
“Oh my, yoba, I-“ Farmer moans and Shane laughs breathily against her, his tongue on her clit.
“Fuck, listen to you sing for me.” He groans.
“Shane!” She gasps as he goes back in for more. And he doesn’t stop. Not until she’s came and is withering and tugging on his hair, begging him to, “please, Shane, yoba, stop, it’s so much, Shane!”
He relents only because his cock is so hard it could cut glass. The only thing he can think of now is getting inside her as deep as he fucking can.
He loses his shirt as Farmer pulls her dress up and off, tossing it aside. Left in nothing but her bra, he pauses to take her in.
“What? Is something wrong?” She goes to cover her stomach and he pins her hands above her head quickly.
“Keep her hands here. I want to see you while I fuck you.” He glances down. “This bra is cute, but it needs to go too.”
That’s all the permission he needs to slide his underneath her back. She arches, giving him access to her bra clasp. He undoes it and then slides the bra down her arm. He groans at the sight of her bare breasts.
“Yoba, you’re stunning, Sunshine.” Shane tells her before leaning down and kissing her gentler, leaving her toes curling as he traces a hand down her stomach between her thighs. His thick fingers slide through her slick and he sighs into her mouth. “Is this all for me?” He asks against her lips.
“Mhm.” She hums, eyes fluttering when he circles her clit. “Shane.”
“I know. I know. Let me, fuck, let me get these off.” He leans back on his knees and works to undo his belt. All the while Farmer is eyeing his arms and his hands and his soft stomach from drinking and pepper poppers and all those personal pizzas Farmer makes him.
“You’re beautiful.” Farmer murmurs.
That gives Shane pause because never has anyone called him beautiful. An asshole, yeah. Alcoholic and douche canoe, sure. Not beautiful. But coming from Farmer, he takes it in and lets it settle. He smiles.
“Says you.” He counters before pulling his belt off and looking at it and looking at her hands that have not stayed where he asked her to keep them. They’re currently on his thighs, feeling him up and down and up, up, up.
“Shane.” Farmer murmurs. “Please?”
“Hm. Hands back up.” He says.
“Okay.” She puts her hands back and he leans over her, looping the belt around her hands and then looping it through the bed frame and then clasping not too tight, but enough to keep her hands there. If she wanted to get free, it’d be easy for her to slip through. But her eyes are dilated, and she’s biting on her bottom lip. She doesn’t look like she wanted to slip free at all.
“Yoba, I wish you could see yourself. You’re perfect, Sunshine.” Shane says, kissing her deeply for a long moment as his hands find her wet cunt again. “There it is.” He breathes, pressing a thick finger inside her. “Relax.” He coo’s.
“Mm.” Farmer’s core burns with tension and butterflies as she takes in his finger deeper. “There.” She gasps when his palm is flush to her clit.
“That’s my girl. Let me hear you.”
“Shane.” She moans again.
He grins, kissing her neck and nipping, sucking and leaving his mark behind as she presses in a second finger just to be sure she’s stretched enough for him.
“This good?” He curls his fingers slowly, dragging them back out.
“Thank, fuck.” He pulls his fingers away and up to his mouth, licking them clean before undoing his jeans quickly. He gets off the bed long enough to shove the jeans and boxers off before climbing back between Farmer’s legs.
He doesn’t know how he got here, but he’s thanking Yoba he did.
Farmer knows how she got here. She wore this dress on purpose.
“Open up for me, darlin’.” Shane breathes, watching her face carefully as he presses into her. Farmer’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, her brows pinch together at the stretch. “That’s it. One inch at a time. Take it, baby.”
“Shane.” She whines this time and he can’t help but groan in satisfaction. This is everything he’s wanted and more.
“Do you think we should have gotten each other bouquets first?” She asks.
He laughs. He shouldn’t, he’s fully inside her now, but his stomach jiggles as he chuckles.
“Beautiful.” He kisses her deeply and licks into her mouth as he starts to thrust slowly.
Shane braces one arm by her head, his other hand sliding down to cup her breast, pinch her nipple. Her back arches in response, hands flexing in the belt cuff.
Shane’s hips pick up pace and she moans openly in response, head falling back.
Shane’s head falls to her breasts and he sucks on a nipple, swirling his tongue as his hips snap against hers. He thinks if he were to die now, he’d die happy.
Farmer thinks she’s never been with someone so intense and soft all at once. And she really, really likes it.
Shane’s hand slides down to between her thighs, circling her clit. Farmer can’t stop her cries if she tried, she’s blissed out between his quick strokes here and there.
“Shane, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please-“
“I’m not, I’m not. Fuck, you gotta come for me, sunshine. I feel like I’m gonna fucking explode.” Shane all but begs at this point.
And Farmer… she doesn’t need to be told twice. She feels the same exact way, on the brink of losing control.
“Shane, Baby, fuck!” Farmer cries, back arching as she comes undone. Shane groans, feeling her flutter and clench around him.
“That’s it. Fuck, that’s it. Fuck, let me come inside you. Let me fill you up, baby. Please?” Shane begs, losing all sense of dignity as he ruts into her.
“Yes, yes, yes-“ Farmer chants breathily.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Shane echoes, pressing balls deep and spilling inside her.
“Baby.” He groan into her throat he bites gently as he rocks his hips slowly, lazily.
“I’ll get you a bouquet tomorrow.”
Lemme know if you want to see more of my version of Shane and Farmer cause I want to write more maybe?! I want to write some angst too. But also more spice, obviously.
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