#farmer!reader

Stardew Valley AU :D

Jason Todd x Farmer!Reader

Prequel (you’re here!)

After an accident leaves you high on pain meds and soon to be short a thousand gold, you post a simple request for help around the farm. You don’t expect the reply to come from a newcomer with watchful eyes and too many secrets.

Inspired by this absolutely perfect piece of fanart by @ciricearts please give her love for all the blessings she gives the DC community with her art.

WC: 2.5K

Beta-Reader: @vee08

To make the Jason Todd portrait, I used a fun website I found below:

Masc Version / Fem Version

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You grumble as you take your fourth set of medication for the night, the pills bitter even after you chase them down with the last lukewarm sip of tea on your bedside table.

The glass clinks softly when you set it down on your nightstand with a sigh that echoes a bit too loudly in the silence of the room.

Everything feels too loud lately, every creak in the wood, the hurt in your heart when you walk past your grandpa’s chair that you hadn’t moved by the fireplace, and last but certainly not least, every dull pulse of pain along your side that refuses to let you forget exactly how stupid you’d been.

A/N: Ok!!! Also sorry I've been so busy and so late w/ my replies!

How You Met: Jonathan was laying low after a botched Gotham scheme, needing a remote place far from Batman’s surveillance and the city’s chaos. Your large livestock farm—isolated, sprawling fields, sturdy barns, and no nosy neighbors—looked perfect. He showed up one rainy night claiming to be a disgraced academic needing “peace and quiet for research.” You let him stay in the old bunkhouse because he looked half-starved and strangely non-threatening… until you noticed the weird chemical equipment he tried to hide. Instead of kicking him out, you just crossed your arms (biceps flexing from years of hauling feed sacks and stubborn cattle) and told him, “If you cause trouble, I’ll drag you off my property myself.” He found your complete lack of fear… fascinating.

The Strength Kink is Real: Jonathan is not a physically imposing man. He’s tall and lanky, relying on intellect and toxins. Watching you effortlessly hoist 50kg hay bales, wrestle a 600kg bull into a chute, or carry two full feed buckets in one hand does something to him. He’ll stand at the fence line pretending to read while actually staring, analyzing how such raw physical power exists in someone so… calm. He once saw you lift an entire broken gate and rehang it solo. That night he was unusually quiet and attentive, almost shy. “The human body is capable of remarkable things when conditioned by necessity,” he’d murmur, but his eyes said he was thinking far less clinical thoughts.

reader is gender neutral but if I missed anything let me know! :)

Shane who was adamant with the farmer that he just wanted something casual, a friends with benefits thing but without the friends part. 

Shane who rambled on and on one night at the beginning of their thing - because it’s NOT a relationship - about how he doesn’t have the time, the space, or mental and emotional capacity to have a serious relationship with the farmer, so don’t even ask.

Farmer who all things considered took it pretty well, and agreed to the boundaries Shane asked for. “No worries, I feel the same way” the farmer responded nonchalantly, waiving their hand off in agreement with Shane’s asks. 

Still working on this but soon I will be releasing 3 sets of headcanons about farmer!reader and TFW - Fem, Masc and GN!

Any ideas are more than welcome and sososo appreciated - especially for the masc version since I'm still working on writing male readers - if you'd like any version of farmer!reader with a specific character, please let me know!

I hope this is something people are actually interested in and not just me feeding into my own delusions but what the hell, this is really fun lol, I hope you enjoy reading!

the plot is BIKER!BUCKY BARNES AND THE AVENGERS ARE ALL PART OF THIS BIKER CLUB, right? AND THE READER’S BROTHER IS A PART OF IT TOO. but he left the reader (WHO RUN’S A FARM WITH HER GRANDMA) to join and never turned back. BUT THE GRANDMA DIES AND LEAVES SOMETHING FOR THE BROTHER SO THE READER GOES TO HIM TO GIVE HIM THIS LETTER. that’s when the avengers learn he has a sister and that HE LEFT HER AND THE GRANDMA ALONE AND THEY CHASTISE HIM FOR IT. later they SHOW UP AT THE FARM AND CONVINCE HER TO LET THEM STAY AND THEY START HELPING ON THE FARM

and her and bucky fall in love. he’s also her first everything.

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‎And met up with Shadow Milk Cookie not knowing The VERY EXISTENCE of BEST COOKIES and took him alongside his 2 "Friends" under her dough and treat them all very kindly even suggesting if they want to live with them once they found there land to build a farm(which they did from the help of Shadow Milk Cookie)

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‎And when Shadow Milk Cookie was supposedly was just using them for his own entertainment, lying and manipulating them or so on or so fort but unfortunately for him he started to fall for them without even noticing it himself just brushing it off like it's nothing

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‎Although His Assistants noticed it all too quickly

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‎(PS: Reader sell Jams of different kinds of Vegetables and Fruits)

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Oh, how this was supposed to be Shadow Milk's greatest trick yet! Pretending to be a normal Cookie with his companions to get on your jam-loving good side to eventually wreak havoc on the farm that he led you to believe would be perfect on his lands. Although as of late, Candy Apple and Black Sapphire seemed to be warming up to you, but he will not crumble the same! Whenever he says that though, his two peons give each other looks. Shadow Milk was always meant to be a liar, after all, even to himself.

synopsis : ward sends rafe off to a family friend's farm where rafe discovers more than what he bargained for.

pairing : s1!rafe x farmer!reader

warnings : fast-paced enemies to lovers, slight love triangle, tiny angst towards the end, reader is oblivious to love but only mentioned at the end, rafe's annoying

word count : 3,371

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just imagine for a second if ward sent rafe off to a family friend’s farm to straighten up into a responsible man. spoiled ass rich white boy grudging down the dirt road, kicking a rock with his hands in his pockets. rafe was supposed to stay and help out for a month during summer break around this empty lot and he was not happy about it because he could be doing better things like party or golf with his friends. rafe, however, does not have a way out of this; instead he’s stranded out in the middle of a countryside nowhere with fields that stretch dizzying miles. eventually, the trail leads to a two-story home surrounded by even more greenery and the sound of animals echoing in the distance. here it was, the place of his hell for a month, he knocks on the door and hears feet scrambling behind the door before it opens. 

you and your parents greeted him with warm smiles which caught rafe off guard, giving you all an awkward smile back. “welcome! you must be rafe right?” your mom greets him warmly as rafe just slowly nods in confusion over this treatment. “come in, come in, we’ve been waiting to finally meet ward’s boy.” your dad ushers him into the house, wood creaking against his feet. rafe looks over at you and his eyes roam all over your body before making eye contact. you look sweet, definitely a southern belle. you beam at him, excited to meet him and he smirks because you’re the nicest thing he’s seen all day. rafe is definitely gonna have fun with you. 

the interaction is cut short when your parents give him a tour of the house, showing him everywhere before stopping upstairs. “this will be where you’ll be staying. i hope it’s comfortable enough for you, son.” his abode is on a separate floor from your parent’s room, almost like an attic with rooms? it’s smaller than his room for sure and the roof just makes it even more cramped. rafe counts two doors, one with the handle decorated with a pretty ribbon tied around it. “we figured you’d like it if you stayed in a room close to our daughter, since you guys are closer in age.” your mom chimes in, opening the door for rafe to reveal the minimally designed space. the bed sheets are nicely done, he’s got a nice view of the farm with a window seat, and a desk. that’s about it. rafe sets down his small luggage (which ward checked three times for any items he prohibited), and gives the couple a tight-lipped smile. he doesn’t wanna act rude since you’ve all been nothing but nice, that doesn’t change the fact that he still doesn’t like how he’s stuck in this situation. “thank you, uh, could you give me a minute alone here? just wanna get unpacked.” rafe shrugs and your parents eagerly nod before leaving, you follow behind.

that was your first time seeing rafe but your first interaction would be vastly different.

on rafe’s first day, you were told to give him a tour of the farm so you do. you were so ecstatic that you were potentially gonna make a new friend since you basically only had one in this empty town. unfortunately, your dreams were cut off like a teenage girl to her bangs during quarantine. rafe hardly cared about the tour and rudely yawned every single time you even tried to speak. he soon ditched you to go god knows where. the second day, you guys went out to milk the cows. rafe just kept making dirty jokes while not even trying to assist you. he just sat there whilst you did all the hard work and even fell asleep at one point. he was mean and lazy, his words to you were full of condescending comments. this was not what you expected when your parents said that a sweet boy from the cameron’s were coming to help. 

you hated rafe cameron.

he was not helpful at all from the beginning and you loathed him for it. rafe would be assigned to help harvest or feed the animals and you would tag along because according to your parents it would be easier with a “friend”, only for you to do everything while rafe didn’t even lift a single finger. now a week has passed and you are fed up with him. “rafe! are you seriously not gonna help me?” you whine out, throwing your gloves on the floor in annoyance, you were used to doing these chores by yourself or with the help of your parents but knowing you were doing all the work that someone else was supposed to do pissed you off. he looks up at you from where he lounged back against the barn, arms behind his head and long legs sprawled out on a box, “huh? what’d you say, sweetheart?” he was absolutely insufferable and you wanted nothing more than to drag him back to work. you had never met someone like rafe cameron before, to be fair you knew more animals than you did people. your parents were nice, your childhood best friend jackson was nice, the man who picked up your farm’s produce was nice so why wasn’t he?!

“we’re supposed to be doing this together.” you huff, thumping your booted feet on the dirt in annoyance which only makes rafe more amused. “you need a man to help you? is that it, c’mon you can tell me.” he coos at you mockingly, giving you the most irritating facial expression you’ve ever seen. “no, i don’t need a man to help me.” you bark back at him, crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes at the lazy figure. “you just can’t be lazing around, doing nothing when you came here to help! it’s not fair!” rafe looks at you like you’re some toddler having a tantrum when you were actually making valid points. not just points but stating facts. he just throws his head back and rolls his eyes at your scolding, clearly not gonna listen any time soon. “oh, are you gonna cry? look, i can’t be working right now, i’ve got a fuckin’ headache and i need some alcohol or drugs or something. you got some, huh? where does your dad keep his beer, you know?” he asks that last question slowly like you don’t speak a lick of his language, widening his eyes at you in an intense stare. 

you just cannot believe the nerve of him. 

“no, i– no i don’t know! this isn't the time for you to be getting drunk nor high, you're supposed to be helping me with field work!” rafe doesn’t even respond to you this time, waving you off lazily while he closes his eyes, and you get even more frustrated that he just won’t budge. you’ve had enough, stomping off to grab the hose on the ground, coming back and spraying him in the face with water mercilessly. maybe this will knock some sense into him. “what the fuck?!” rafe hurriedly blocks his face while jumping up from the chair finally, “alright, alright. enough!” he’s making quick steps toward you and you stop but keep aiming the hose at him like it was a gun. “are you gonna help me?” you question him, ready to take fire if he does so even as says the letter ‘n’. rafe lowers his hand cautiously from his face now that you’ve stopped trying to drown him before throwing his hands up in surrender, he really doesn't wanna– you can see it all over his face. there’s a long pause as rafe thinks, an almost too long of a pause and you raise the hose even more which makes him panic, “okay, okay, i’ll fuckin’ help! you happy? jesus christ, look at what you did– i'm all soaked.” you grin at your victory, lowering the water weapon as rafe lets out a sigh of relief. ”well, these strawberries aren’t gonna pluck themselves so chop chop, rich boy.” he grumbles under his breath at your commands, not one to like being ordered around but he obliges nonetheless. rafe was already getting bored of doing nothing anyways and he has only been here for a week. how the hell is he gonna survive the next 23 days?

“like this?” rafe mutters, squatting down next to the field and pulling the fruit off its stem with no amount of care, the sight making you mortified. “no! no! you're gonna crush it, what the– have you never harvested anything before?!” you gasp because you’ve never met someone who hasn’t done a day of farm work in their life, you're surrounded by farmers after all. he looks at you like you’re the dumbest person alive and replies in a deadpan manner with a “no, i have never picked a fuckin’ strawberry before.” oh god, you gotta a lot of training to do with this guy. an exhale leaves your mouth as you crouch down next to him, “like this, see?” you gently pick the strawberry off the stem, leaving it looking nice and shiny. couldn't sell it all mushed up like the one he crushed. rafe copies you, a rumble of protest in his throat, the strawberry is at least looking like it wasn’t beaten up. good enough for a beginner. you two finally start to begin a rhythm as you go down the line, picking the fruits into a basket. 

he’s not completely useless, you guess.

after a long stretch of silence, rafe speaks up, “this is fuckin’ tiring. how do you do this all the time?” he groans even though he’s only done about half an hour of labor. “i don’t know, i just do.” you respond curtly to not indulge in his procrastinations. “what? like you find this fun or something?” he looks over at you like you just said the most absurd thing ever because rafe can not believe you actually enjoy this? he’s just thinking you’re some poor girl who didn’t realize what awaited her outside this god forsaken farm. “yeah, i like it.” you shrug at him, not seeing the problem with your words because your life was this farm and you were fine with it. 

“god damn, you need to get out of here. this isn’t fun, kid. you want fun? i can show you plenty back home.” rafe scoffs at you, his plucking pace starting to get sloppy. you tilt your head at him because this is the first time he’s talked about his life and you were curious. “what’s it like where you’re from?” you ask him, the big sun hat on your head sliding down which rafe unconsciously reaches over to fix. “you’re saying that like we live in different countries. i don’t know, it’s outer banks. there’s beaches, parties, anything you don’t have here probably.” what he really means is this place sucks and outer banks is way better. it was way too quiet, too empty— he didn’t like it. you picture the outer banks in your head as you hum in thought. the next few hours are filled with productive strawberry harvesting and an actual conversation.

he might be a bit tolerable.

it’s been a two weeks since rafe had arrived in this farm. he’s learned a lot during his stay and one being that he enjoys the sight of you doing your little chores around the farm in your giant floppy sun hat, wearing either dresses or pants depending on the day. he’ll never admit it out loud, he’d rather die. It was quite peaceful here compared to back home in north carolina. no ward, no sarah, no rose: just nice? he does miss the kid though. the point was that rafe was actually enjoying his time here and it might be all thanks to your company. the other thing he found out is the amount of weightlifting he’s done back home does not help with the soreness he gets at the end of the day. oh and his favorite job is feeding the animals because it’s the easiest one.

rafe sips on a nice cold bottle of water, towel around his sweaty neck as he finally takes a break. he looks over at you while you keep on going at it, you’ve got a ton of impressive stamina, he’ll give you that. “ah!” you wince as you look down at your nicked finger. rafe snaps his head over at you before rushing over, “shit, what’d you do? told you to be careful.” he examines your finger like he had a clue of what he was doing. you try to pull your hand away but his grip on your hand is too tight, he rips off the end of his sleeve with nothing else to help in sight and wraps it around your finger tightly just like how you did when he first got hurt during a chore. “up. we cant keep it like this, let’s go back and get you a bandaid.” rafe orders you, manhandling you from where you were as you protest. “rafe, it’s fine! it’s just a cut, there’s no need to worry.” he scowls at you, not caring if it were a scratch or a gash, you’re hurt and that’s all he needs to know, “i may not know a damn thing about medical shit but you’re bleeding. and if there’s blood, i gotta do something about it. fuckin’ listen to me. i won’t repeat my words again, up.” you give in because you know how stubborn rafe was, but was your heart beating a bit quicker? maybe the wound was more severe than you thought. it was nice knowing that rafe cared.

he was sweet.

rafe had thought his time here was a little too peaceful. it’s been about three weeks in and he’s adjusted well here. in fact, he might be dreading going home but that won’t last probably. figure eight is where he belongs, right? rafe had been spending time with you even when not doing work, sneaking into each other’s rooms to just have deep conversations that he genuinely enjoyed much to his disbelief. he liked having you all to himself but that all came crashing down when he came. “jackson!” you beam at the other man, your childhood best friend, leaving rafe’s side just to jump in his open arms. rafe did not like that nor did he like seeing that. who the fuck was this man? jackson spins you around before eventually putting you down, “been too busy to visit but i’m finally here, miss me?” he asks, ruffling your hair. you almost reply back but rafe clears his throat to remind you that he’s still here. “oh, jackson! this is rafe, and rafe, this is jackson.” you introduce the boys to another while they exchange a handshake, a very firm one. rafe narrows his eyes at the other boy and the corner of his lip curves into a patronizing smile. “nice to meet you, y’know she’s never mentioned you before.” rafe taunts causing jackson’s jaw to twitch as he responds with an “oh really, that’s strange. i guess she wouldn’t wanna be telling a stranger too much about her life.” yeah, rafe hated that guy. he kept getting in the way of the time that was supposed to be for you two. he didn’t know what was this bitter feeling because there’s no way he could be jealous but whatever it was, it was not liked. 

rafe had been in a bad mood all day which you definitely noticed. you were just starting to be on good terms with each other and you absolutely did not want that ruined because there was sort of a connection that you had with no one but rafe. you knock at his door at the pitch black of night, “rafe?” you whisper, desperately hoping that he wasn’t asleep. you press your ear to the door where you hear shuffling before he cracks the door open with a straight face. “hey, couldn’t sleep.. so i was wondering if you wanted to talk?” you sheepishly asked him, eyes looking everywhere but at the disheveled man. “yeah uh, sure.” he moves to the side so you could come in, rafe takes a seat on his messy bed which looks like he had been tossing and turning in it. he looks up at you waiting for you to speak and you fidget because you don’t know what to say to him. “are you just gonna stand there or sit? how many times have you been here? you should know that your seat is right there.” rafe points to the window seat across from his bed, the one you said you were jealous of the first night you were here. you nod before sitting down, moonlight shining from behind you. the sight has always been breathtaking for rafe, he couldn’t help but stare like you were art. well, you were to him. rafe hadn’t even noticed the beat of silence that you found suffocating, “um you okay? noticed you weren’t really yourself earlier.” right, earlier when jackson stuck to you like a leech until he finally left after dinner. could you really be this oblivious after all those comments rafe made and the change after that guy arrived? “you really don’t know? do— do i gotta spell it out for you, huh?” rafe didn’t want to tell you at first but he was starting to feel hopeless and frustrated because he had a big realization. this is the first time rafe realized that he was actually in love with the fiery farmer girl who bossed him around constantly: just when he figured out you could be taken from his hands so easily. 

rafe cameron was confusing.

“i really don’t know, rafe. was it something i did?” you were puzzled, eyebrows furrowed and biting your bottom lip in anticipation. rafe lets out a small chuckle out of disbelief but what was he expecting? you were clueless to this stuff, poor jackson put up with this for his whole life. “course not. could never be you. let me— let just ask you something.” he lets out an exhale to prepare himself for the answer he’s gonna hear, his hands running down his face before he makes firm eye contact with you. “do you like jackson? see him more than a friend or what? what am i?” this catches you off guard and your reaction makes rafe’s heart stop. how did you have this much effect on him, he didn’t know. rafe was forced here to get reformed and instead he fell in love? what the actual fuck. “do i.. like jackson?” you pause because this is a lot to think about but you’re sure about one thing and your mind begins to pick up on what he’s implying, “no, he’s my best friend. but i don’t. i don’t like him.”

“yeah? that right?” he can’t fight back the grin on his face, rafe was relieved even if he hadn’t heard what he was actually looking for. “yes, rafe. and i hated you at first.” you admit which makes rafe chuckle because he knows how he was in the beginning and he doesn’t blame you. your mouth becomes dry and all of a sudden, you’re embarrassed of the words that are about to come out of your mouth. “you gonna say it or are you too scared? c’mon. let me hear those sweet words.” he teases you now that he’s sure and you roll your eyes at him before getting up off your seat. it’s dark and it’s silent but the moonlight creates a glow on his face like it was pointing you towards him. he looks up at your standing figure with a smirk that annoyed you since day one, you hate that smirk. you hate rafe cameron and all his charm. you hate rafe cameron because he’s leaving. but as you climb onto his lap and press your lips against his—

this imagine is inspired by my fav movie from a24 “X” so I hope y’all enjoy!

Erik Killmonger x Black Farmers Daughter! Reader

You were just minding your business on a beautiful Saturday afternoon making some lemonade since you were very thirsty. As you were about to pour you a glass, you hear the the doorbell ring. “Daddy isn’t expecting anyone over” you said while walking to the door.

You open the door to see this fine chocolate man with some blue jeans on with a red and black plaided shirt and some timberland boots.

“Hello ma’am, my name is Erik and my car ran out of gas, so I was wondering if I could use your phone to call someone to help?” The stranger who goes by the name Erik said to you from outside the door. “Oh my goodness, well Mr. Erik I’m not sure if there’s any mechanic shops around her but my daddy is a mechanic and he could try to fix your car” You said while biting your lip innocently but sexy. “Okay, will he be able to fix it right now before dark?”

You thought for a second before smirking with an idea to keep him here “My daddy is out of town right now to do something supposedly “important” but…I could give you a ride.”

“Okay thank you so much, so where’s your car?” Erik asked your concerned. “Oh, I don’t mean that kind of ride sir.” You said pulling him in the door and touching his chest. “So, what kind of ride are you talkin-” he cut himself off know what she was talking about “Ohh, yeah I would definitely love that ride, ma” he mocked the same smirk you had on your face. “Well, let’s go to my room so I can help you out” you walked him up the stairs to your room, feeling his gaze on your ass.”

“FUCKKK!” You yelled while bouncing up and down on Erik’s dick. “Yeah, you like this dick huh Princess?” He asked while looking at you and your bouncing tits. You nodded to his question “No baby, I need words” he smacked your ass and you squealed “Yes, omg your dick is so big” you leaned your head back from the pleasure that you were getting from his long, curvy dick.

“Fuck, I can’t leave from this tight wet pussy” Erik said while getting ready to hold you and thrust up really fast. “FUCKFUCKFUCK” you screamed from the sudden thrusts up your pussy. “What’s my name babygirl?” “DADDYYYY! OMG IM GONNA CUM” “Me too baby, now who’s pussy is this?” Erik kept going to meet his and your climax “This your pussy daddy, please make me cum!” Erik thrusted three more time before you both grunted after reaching your climax.

“So, was that the best ride you’ve ever had Daddy?” You asked in a sweet voice “Hell yeah princess. Now, when is your dad coming home?”

You shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know but maybe in a few minutes, why?” You asked him. “Well one, I wanna try to get home before dark and two maybe we can do another round before he gets home” he licked his soft plump lips while looking at you up and down.

“Lets do it Daddy” you smiled while being rolled over by Erik and having a heated make out session.