Title: Sugar
Pairing: yandere!Sam x f!Farmer
Fandom: Stardew Valley
Words: 16,743
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: yandere tropes, stalking, surveillance, oral sex, oversensitivity, dubious consent, extremely dubious consent, non-con, consensual non-con, non-consensual drug use, alcohol consumption, exhibitionism, ownership/possession, a litany of pet names that range from sweet to saccharine to degrading, praise kink, somnophilia, edging, public sex, p in v, some light pet play, Jungian motifs (because fuck it why not with these warnings), and handy recipes to help with your baking.
Summary:
“All that golden retriever energy must have an outlet,” you thought. You didn’t realize just how much of a sick puppy he was.
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A Sam x f!Farmer Dark Romance, inspired by the Sam After Dark mod.
Excerpt available below the cut / Read it at Ao3 >
What a nice guy, you thought — that bright shock of blond hair and the wild laughter almost manic as he doubled over, hitting the cobbles at full force, his skateboard lost across the square at a rattle. He was still grinning, sun-kissed and shimmering in the spring warmth, dirtied and scuffed but thrilled with his triumph when he crowed,
“Did you see that kickflip!”
And that’s where it started, because the skateboard rolled to a stop against your ankle as you poured over the notice board attached to Pierre’s shop, trying to figure out how to grub out a lunch from a 95g reward for an amethyst with Grandpa’s shitty little pickaxe.
He jogged over, his shirt used as a mop for a sweat revealing a length of tanned stomach and the muscles to compliment it and the top of his boxers had little hearts and —
“You must be the new farmer.” That grin had a devastating glimmer, brilliant white and so deep it showed off dimples. “Damn,” he laughed, looking you over. “If I realized you were going to be this cute, I’d have showered.”
He sparkled, radiating a guileless sort of charm that knocked you completely off guard — from the saggy, worn-in denims hanging off his hips, to the ratty teeshirt clinging to broad shoulders. But the real killer were those baby blue eyes; they glittered like sunshine on the Gem Sea on a clear day, and more, he had the buoyant energy of a golden retriever puppy — a tower of a man in a six foot two frame, fresh into his twenties, if you’d give him a day.
“Hey,” he said, and stuck out a hand for a shake.
Disarmed, you matched your desk job-tender fingers for callouses as he gave you a squeeze, thumb running over your knuckles without dropping your gaze.
You’d think he’d be trouble, if it weren’t for the way he dipped in like he was sharing a secret and said, “I’m Sam,” and blushed a little, and added, “It’s short for Samson. But no one knows that.”
It came out of your mouth without effort: “It’ll be our little secret.”
Farmer, you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t give a little kick — that snap and rattle of tension like the snare on a drum loosing a butterfly flutter of nerves in your belly, sweet like honey, and oh, so yummy when he smiled like he agreed.
He didn’t let go of your hand until you told him your name, and even then he lingered like your attention was a ray falling from the heavens and he was a sunflower.
“This yours?”
You played it coy, stepping on the tail of his skateboard to pop it into your fingers, but he caught your elbow as if you might lose your balance, the board forgotten.
“Careful,” he said. “Don’t wanna damage the merch.”
Or maybe it was just strategy, feeling you out for weaknesses — a lack of coordination, or maybe trying to paint you the damsel in distress. Whatever it was, those little touches warmed you up like melted butter, sinking into his space with the affectations of a shy lover intent on staying close but not too close to be too forward.
Flirting, your honour: you swear, that’s all you intended.
“Maybe you can teach me sometime.” You shrugged a shoulder, and looked up at him through your lashes for just a second before turning away because the grin he offered made you feel reckless.
“Not afraid of a little danger. I get it,” he said.
“Maybe I’m into that,” you returned.
His grin showed off a flash of canines.
All too quickly, you were pulling away before you could do something to embarrass yourself.
“I’d better get back,” you told him. “Still trying to unpack.”
“Don’t be a stranger,” he said. “I mean it. We’re practically neighbours.”
You were already strolling back to the dirt road that led to grandpa’s place — so you called to him over your shoulder, “Just name the day. I’ll be there, Samson.”
The look he gave you just then made you shiver, a cloud passing across those blue sky eyes like a storm might’ve been brewing someplace off in the distance. No such thing, you thought — just your imagination. A trick of the light.
He scrubbed up the back of his head, showing off a lean bicep, and gestured broadly towards Gus’ place —
“It’s Friday. We shoot pool at the Saloon, usually — come by after sundown and we can split a pizza, or something.”
You stopped yourself from asking if he liked sweet things, because desserts were your specialty, if you could get the right ingredients — or maybe even grow them.
You’d save it: a question for later, maybe, the insinuation maybe too much, too soon, too thirsty for a guy-next-door type with scruffy edges and a warm disposition.
You bet he’d be a good kisser.
“I’ll be there,” you told him, because you felt lighter than you had in forever as he watched you walk away, the weight of his gaze a caress that lingered in your inlets and alcoves, the will to know your secrets stronger even then than what you thought you wanted to offer.
Sam.
Yeah, maybe you’d end up liking this place, you thought. Or at least the company.
It's a damn shame how Sam is being overlooked like, sure he's forgetful and his heart events might pale in comparison to other characters in terms of development (I still can't exactly wrap my head around the egg scene tbh). But there's just so much potential to him
Like, here's a young man trying his best to be a parental figure to his little brother in the absence of their father, while at the same time being unsure about his father's condition and the state he will be in after returning from the war himself. He could see his mother's melancholy but doesn't really know why or what to do about it.
I think he is more aware of what's going on around him more than he lets on initially.
He might be immature or absent-minded, and might have an unusually cheery disposition to him compared to others, but beneath that outgoing persona is an individual who is just trying his best, holding onto his optimism because, what else can he do?
I'm not saying that his jovial, care-free personality is fake by any means, but it seems to me more like he's someone who doesn't want to burden others with his problems, and would rather focus on the brighter aspects of life.
As much as I love the band storyline, I wish his personality his perspective on things was explored more.
I get why other bachelors are preferred over him, but the relative lack of Sam content in fandom spaces got me starved and beggin
“I just remembered I need to change the strings on my guitar.
Okay, I'm going to write a note on my wrist so I remember to do it tonight. I have to make little reminders for myself or else I'll totally forget to do things.”
