Yan: Sorry, Love- People in our town tend to prefer cow's milk over any other kind. I'll buy a few bottles to help get you started-
Goat Hybrid Farmer Darling, removing their hat to wipe sweat off their forehead - tiny horns sprouting from their hair: I spent all that time milking myself and everything. My chest is still so sore-
Yan: Scratch that, I'll take your entire stock. And a case delivered to my house every week.
I saw something about bull hybrid! Simon yesterday. I can't find the fic. So i wrote this instead. Im at work so i am sorry if it feels rushed.
Enjoy
Inheriting a farm from your grandfather, wasn't what you had planned for life. But arriving and seeing the four bull hybrids lazying on the porch. Each built like gods in their own way. Looked like retired rodeo bulls with all the scars they had.
The first you met was Price, the head bull. He was much older than you and those horns on his head. Then met Simon. He was a quiet bull. Then the loud and lovable Johnny. And finally the pretty boy, Kyle.
And after a few months you got comfortable living with the four bulls. They helped you adjust to the farm life, helped keep the farm kept up. At least until breeding season started approaching.
Spring was rolling in, and you could tell something was in the air. The bulls started getting aggressive with one another. Fighting and arguing.
This morning you woke to a fight between Price and Simon downstairs. You didn't think twice of it when you walked down the stairs in the faded cotton nightgown.
"What the hell are you two doing?" Your sleepy voice snapped from the stairs.
The two bulls turned to look at you, the nightgown doing little to hide your nipples that poked through, or the shape of those plump hips. And both Price and Simon could feel themselves harden from the sight alone. Their pretty little farmer.
Soap and Gaz walked in to find you stuck between Price and Simon. Mewling and moaning, a nipple in Price's mouth, you hands on his horns as he fucked his cock into your creamed pussy, and Simon plowing your ass.
Their pretty little farmer was the perfect addition to the farm after all.
Anyone else has seen those hoof trimming videos on YouTube?
You are the one person farmers turn to for their cattle and horses when their hooves seem to be injured or need trimming. Your content with your job, especially since farmers tend to add a little something extra to your paycheck, like eggs, honey, and other of their products!
But one night, you are awoken from your slumber at the sound of something walking around your cabin. Sounds like a....horse? Did one escape?
You make your way out the front door, carefully looking for the horse outside and see....a horse, yes, but with a torso of a human....um...
The centaur explains his problem, and it doesn't take long for you to notice the slight limp it had. Bewildered, you end up with the centaurs leg propped up as you pry a nail out. You make sure the hoof is fine, bandaging it up and the centaur sighs in pure relief.
You, now back in bed after the centaur bids you a thanks and a goodbye, stare up at the ceiling. Can't really tell anyone magical creatures exist without sounding crazy, can you? Surely, that will your last encounter with them.
Nope.
You gained a night job, helping any fantastical hoofed creatures. A good amount of centaurs come in; some for healing, some for checkups. You still remember the first time a Minotaur came for help! You were intimidated by the size of him, but he turned out to be a very nice fella to deal with! Satyrs too, they are quite the nice folk.
Not to mention, they started to pay too. Not with your currency, but also with foods and items you've possibly never seen before. That's the least they could do, seeing you often sacrifice your sleep as they come mostly during night time.
A famous cowboy aims to prove himself as an honest man who’s hopelessly devoted to you, however things take a turn for the better as you both are forced into a marriage.
pairing: cowboy ksj x farmer reader
rating: 18+ MDNI
wc — 1.4k
Ridin’ Season playlist moodboard
theme: smut, smut with barely any plot?, cowboy riding, jin is kind of a fuckboy (he used to sleep around with a lot of people when he was a rookie), jin is a yearner, slow burn type, lots of sex mixed with lots of fluff, praise kink, size kink (bro knows he’s big), trauma (lots of it), blood, korean translations at the end (some of it may be wrong as im using a translator so if i got some of it wrong please feel free to tell me!), lmk if I missed anything else.
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── 🐰 heyyyy there my babygirls, so I tried doing something different with the a/n as i thought it was a bit basic for my liking yk but anywho I really do hope you enjoy this new series with cowboy jin ugh he’s been living in my head rent free I NEED HIM SO BAD HOLY SHIT 😳🤤 I hope you have your cowboy boots and hat on cause this is gonna be one WILD rodeo 😏😉
You breathe in and out slowly before putting on your helmet and climbing on your horse. Once you’ve firmly sat on your horse, the horse immediately takes off, not even giving you a chance to grab the bridle. The horse gallops at around 40 miles per hour, which is a lot in a horse’s eyes but different for humans.
However as you continue riding, the horse jumps back and kicks its legs in the air, causing you to slide back from your saddle and land hard onto the ground. As soon as you land hard on the ground, you bolt up from your sleep, looking around, it's still dark outside, just great.
You look over at your clock and it reads, ‘4:35 AM’ you plop down back on your bed looking up at the ceiling.
“Damn it.”, you sigh heavily and sit back up again, pulling the covers off of you and standing up. As soon as you stand up a woman’s voice can be heard from downstairs, “Hurry it up and get down here, we’re hungry!” you sigh once again and walk over to your dresser, opening it and picking out your clothes for today.
Once you’re dressed, you throw on your socks and boots and walk downstairs.
“There you are, we have been waiting forever!”
“My apologies Ms. Fernsby.”
“You better be sorry, now hurry on and make me breakfast.”
“Yes ma’am.”
You hurry to the kitchen and wash your hands, getting in between your fingers and fingernails. After your hands are clean, you start preparing breakfast, opening the refrigerator and grabbing the essentials: eggs, toast. butter, bacon, etc.
As you begin cooking, you accidentally knock the pan to the floor, causing the eggs to spill onto the floor followed by the pan.
“Shit.”, you attempt to pick up the pan, being careful not to touch the inside or the bottom of it.
“What in the hell have you done?!” Ms. Fernsby looked at you, her face went from shock to anger in the matter of seconds.
“Ms. Fernsby I am so sorry I didn’t mean —”, a loud slap made its way ont your face, causing your cheek to be slightly red from the impact.
“Pick this shit up!”, she raised her voice slightly, her eyes burning into your soul.
“I would but it’s hot —”
“If you don’t pick that fuckin’ pan up right goddamn now I outta pick it up and slap you with it.”
Without another word you nodded and picked the pan up by its handle and put it in the sink. You then grabbed some paper towels and started to get the spilled eggs up from off the floor and into the trash.
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You quietly lay under the tree, the sunset peering down on your sketchbook, pencil, shoes, clothes, etc. You hum softly as you continue drawing a wilted flower.
As you continue to draw, you unconsciously tap your foot on the grass, a habit that you often do when you’re content or either nervous.
However, in the near distance a horse neighing can be heard followed by a male voice yelling in korean, “놈들은 우릴 못 잡아, 자 세일러!” your ears perk up and you glanced up slightly but paid barely any attention to it.
The man on the horse continuously keeps looking over his shoulder. The horse keeps moving at a fast speed until eventually it starts heading in your direction, coming right for you.
“What in the —”
You quickly stood up on your feet and tried to grab your art supplies but just as you were about to bolt off, someone slams into you from behind, causing you to drop everything and slam into the tree, making your head bleed slightly from the impact.
The man groaned and slowly moved off of you, “aishh … oh shit!” he immediately gets up and looks around for his horse and then looks down at you, extending his hand to you.
“my apologies miss — I didn’t mean to stumble into you like this.”
“It’s fine really —”, you look up at him and then stand up on your own.
“You’re head is bleeding miss please let me help with that —”
“It’s fine.”
“Are you —”
“I said it’s fine.”
The man puts his hand back down by his side and he picks his cowboy hat up off the ground and dusts it off before putting it back on his head.
He tilted his hat slightly and glanced down at your drawings, “These are really pretty .. did you draw these?” you quickly grabbed one of your drawings from him.
“So what If I did?”
“This is .. amazing have other people seen your drawings?”
“No .. and I want to keep it that way.”
“But these are —”
“Please leave me alone and go back to your horse or something cowboy.”
The man laughed, it wasn’t a regular however, the laugh was genuine, rich, deep, the kind of laugh that if you heard it you’d instantly melt but you didn’t.
A comfortable silence fell over you both, the man’s horse neighed in the distance, it hadn’t gone too far yet it wasn’t that close either.
“I’m Jin.”, he extended his hand for a handshake and you blinked a few times and looked at him.
“Why are you telling a random stranger your name?”
“Why not?”
“The hell you mean why not, I could be dangerous and you’re over here with a big dopey smile on your face!”
“You don’t look dangerous ..”
“Oh easy for you to say mr hotshot cowboy, I’ve heard your name spreading around town, some hotshot you are.”
“Yeah well ..”
“Well what?”
“A lot of the things those people have gossiped about me aren’t true in case you were wondering.”
“I wasn’t actually nor did I ask.”
“이런 젠장 .. you have some fire in you after all.”
“Your point being?”
“You have a good spirit is all.”
“Oh very funny.”
“I’m serious!”
You look around, the sun will be setting soon, just great.
“You should take your horse and leave, it’ll get dark real soon.”
Jin nodded and glanced at his horse before looking at you, “Yeah I guess I should, want me to give you —”
“No.”
“But miss —”
“No, I can walk home by myself.”
“Miss 제발 .. it’s the least I can do for accidentally colliding with you earlier.”
“No.”
“Give me one good reason why.”
“You’re a complete stranger and I don’t know you, that’s a good enough reason.”
“Alright fair fair, but I mean c’mon your head has been bleeding since earlier and you refuse to let me help you.”
“With your reputation? fuck no.”
Jin looked down at the grass before looking back at you again.
“That was in my past, I’m a completely different person now!”
“I’m sure you are!”
“I can prove it to you ..”
“Oh yeah and how are you going to do that?”
“Let me take you home first —”
“Tell me how you’re going to prove it first then.”
He sighed heavily.
“Well??”
For a cowboy he sure as hell gets quiet a lot.
“Fine .. you wanna know how I’ll prove it to you?”
“Yes.”
“Let me —”
“If you say a date I swear.”
“I was going to ask if you wanted to come to one of my rodeo shows ..”
“Your rodeo shows?”
“Yeah, there’s always one in town every saturday, if you’re interested I could get you a free pass in.”
You sigh softly and roll your eyes, “Fine, I’ll come to one of your shows, but this is NOT a date, understand?”
“I understand!”, Jin put his hands up in mock surrender.
“What time tomorrow?”
“2 pm sharp, I could even give you a ride there so you won’t have to walk …”
“Let’s just go already.”
“Alright alright.”
You grabbed your art supplies and headed towards Jin’s horse. Jin mounted his horse and grabbed your hand helping you onto the horse.
“Those supplies are a bit old don’t you think it’s time for new ones?”
“Can’t afford it ..”
“Oh, I guess you just have to work with what you have I suppose.”
“Yeah I guess you do ..”
Who the fuck does this cowboy think he is mysteriously walking into your life like this?
Although change is nice every once in a while, let’s just hope it lasts.
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놈들은 우릴 못 잡아, 자 세일러! — they can't catch us, c'mon Sailor!
New fic drop! I'm co-writing this with TheLibrarbrian on AO3.
When your dead-end job and soon-to-be ex-boyfriend finally make you reevaluate your life, a chance opportunity to start over again appears in the form of a letter from your grandfather. A farm. A new life. A chance if you're brave enough to take it.
You love Pelican Town, tolerate farming, but are drawn to the mountain, to the mines and the monsters that lurk below…
And when they follow you home, that's when things get interesting.
Busy Bees and Bones - TeaSnarker92 - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
I'm just imagining how Elliot would react when he hears the farmer passed out in the mines. I imagine he's maybe hunched over a writing desk, candle by his side as he revels in the cozy writing atmosphere he created. Then suddenly, he gets word that his dear farmer passed out in the mines all battered up and bruised. I can see just a shocked writer face as he drops his writing utensil. After three seconds of utter shock and no one moving, he rushes out the door, faster than his legs have ran for probably ever.
When he arrives at the hospital, he's all over Harvey, asking if you're ok, when you'll be out, if there's anything he can do, ect. The man sits in the waiting room anxiously waiting, his knee bouncing and his clenched fist hiding his nervous mouth chewing away at his bottom lip. Finally, when he sees you come out of the room, he rushes to you and starts questioning you. Are you ok? How much do you hurt? How sore are you? Why were you out in the mines like that if you could get this hurt? While he questions you, he gently examines your arm and face as if he was the doctor and not Harvey.
After you reassure him three times that you're fine, the fear and worry fade. Then he gets a little upset, asking why you were being so reckless and things of that nature. Oh, you are getting the lecture the entire time he escorts you back to the farm. He also forces you to rest in bed. Oh, no no no. You're not moving from that spot. It doesn't matter what you're doing, you're staying there. You've done enough. He grabs you whatever you need, like food, water, ect. It isn't until your about to sleep that he tucks you in with a sigh, and apologizes for his behavior. He didn't mean to react so harshly, but you mean so much to him, he hopes you understand. But you're still not off the hook. He clings to you side for the next two days.
Married? Good, he watches you from the house, and if you show any signs of soreness, he takes over and tells you to head inside while he tends the farm. Only dating? He'll visit you as often as possible, at least ten times daily. Oh, and there's no way in hell he's letting you go back in the mines until he is certain you'll be ok.
After maybe two weeks at least will he begrudgingly let you go after he stocks you up on Energy Tonics and snacks. And don't you dare hesitate to leave the mines if you feel weak or tired. Because he'll start the process all over again. Please, please try to take care of yourself. The poor author doesn't need that kind of stress, his hair will fall out, and he loves his hair.
Series Summary: Bucky doesn’t always have to personally negotiate his business dealings, but what happens when one of them insists they’ll only deal with him? He heads out to the country to get it sorted, of course.
