#BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW IT'S YOUR MILK AT FIRST UNTIL HE PEEKS INTO THE BARN AND SEES YOU AND.........

[merakiui]

just saw this art of cowboy floyd and i am so so sosososososososososo not normal in the slightest way.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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[slashthedice]

A prompt with Bubba coming across a nosy reader, and he ends up chasing her at night, and then proceeds to kidnap her because he is not sure what he should do with her. He is scared his father will beat him up again and all. So he doesn't kill her. And he basically sort of falls for the reader? Maybe NSFW, but really just solo and involving Bubba's thoughts about the reader (since you do not write non-con)? Love u, ok, bye

Ohhh this is good! It was super interesting to try and write Bubba’s thoughts. I love our big boy, so I tried my best! I decided not to go NSFW with this one. TW: Mentions of animal death.

He knew that he shouldn’t have done this, that he would be punished if any of the others found you. You shouldn’t have been there. No one was supposed to be there at all. But you had been there and he had found you, sneaking around and looking through the windows of the family home. You must have come with those others, the group of intruders that he had caught snooping inside the house. 

He should have dealt with you the way he dealt with them, cut you up and put you in the freezer for Drayton to use for dinner later. You hadn’t seen him coming, you were too distracted peeking through the gap in the lace curtains. He could have hit you over the head the way he had with some of the others, but he found he didn’t want to hurt you. He didn’t really want to hurt the others (but they were intruders and there was only one thing to be done with intruders), but he especially didn’t want to hurt you. You were so pretty, and you hadn’t actually gone inside the house, he reasoned.

But then you saw him and you shrieked so loud it hurt his ears. You took off running and he had no choice but to follow you, you had seen the house and you had seen him. He knew the Sawyer land well enough by now that chasing you was not too hard, but you struggled. Branches and brambles tore at your skin and clothes as you stumbled through the gnarled bushes and dead trees. The Texas heat made it hard for anything to live for very long, even on balmy nights like this where the blistering sun had long since set only for the moon to take its place. Crickets chirped and other nighttime insects buzzed, but all that was drowned out by the rushing of blood in his ears as he pursued you. 

He was sweating beneath his clothes and second face. The cotton of his shirt stuck to his back with perspiration, he could feel little rivulets dripping down his neck to collect at the collar of his shirt. You were also sweating, he could see the darkened parts of your shirt that were damp with it. He tried to focus on catching up to you, but he couldn’t help but to imagine what the little droplets would look like running down your bare, sun-kissed skin.

Other than your first shriek of fear, you hadn’t screamed the rest of the time he was chasing you. Maybe you weren’t so afraid of him, maybe you were just afraid of getting caught and punished for trespassing. He didn’t like when Drayton punished him for things, but you had been on their property and he couldn’t let you get away. If you got away then you might bring bad people back that would take his family away. He couldn’t imagine being without Drayton or Nubbins or Grandpa, it had been hard enough when Chop Top went away.

You were beginning to grow tired and slow down. He was glad, because he was starting to get tired too. He had already had to chase down all of the others that you had come with earlier that day, all he really wanted was to rest. Drayton would be home soon for dinner, and if he hadn’t done something with you by then, then he would get yelled and probably hit.

You yelped when your foot caught on a rock, and you tumbled forward. You just barely caught yourself on your hands and knees so that your pretty face didn’t get cut on the dirt and gravel. He sighed inwardly in relief, thrilled he wouldn’t have to chase you anymore. You turned over quickly and looked at him with wide, tear-rimmed eyes, scrambling backwards until your back hit a tree and you couldn’t go any further.

“Please,” you begged, “I won’t tell anyone.”

He hesitated, but shook his head. Drayton always said that the meat didn’t know they were meat, that they wanted to trick you so that they wouldn’t get eaten. Nubbins said to clobber them before they could.

Bubba adjusted his grip on the mallet. You were close enough that he could hit you over the head with it. You might twitch and shake if he didn’t do it right the first time, but if he hit you again then he knew that would stop. All he would have to do then would be to drag your body back to the house and carve you up for the freezer. That was his job. That was what he was supposed to do.

The thought of your pretty face all bloody and still made his stomach turn over. He didn’t want to think about that, he didn’t want to see you like that. He couldn’t hit you, but he couldn’t let you go either. He wasn’t sure what to do.

“Please,” you repeated the word when he still hadn’t moved, hoping that his immobility was indecision and that your plea would be the final straw that convinced him to let you go.

Your lovely voice could just barely be heard above the sound of the crickets singing their nightly lullaby. He wanted to hear more of it, wanted to hear you say nice things, not to hear you scream again or trying to trick him. His mind was made up.

He dropped to one knee before you. He planned to tie you up and take you back with him. Maybe he could hide you in the old barn behind the house or even in his room. He liked the idea of keeping you with him. It would be so nice to come back to his room at the end of the day and have you there waiting for him. He could take care of you, he knew he could. 

He took care of the chicken, and when he was younger he had taken care of a little white cat that had wandered onto the property. It had been soft and sweet, rubbing against him and meowing when he brought it food and little saucers of milk. He had really liked the cat, but when Chop Top and Nubbins found out about it, they had caught the cat and killed it. He wouldn’t let them catch and kill you, he would hide you better.

He realized that he didn’t have any rope to tie you up with. He floundered for a moment, unsure what to do, but then he remembered the tie around his neck. He could at least tie your hands up. He undid the knot carefully, he liked this tie and didn’t want to rip it. He grabbed your hands. You tried to struggle and pull them away at first, but he grunted at you to stop and you seemed to realize that he was bigger and stronger than you anyway, so you stopped. He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, and set to work on binding your hands. Once he was sure that it would hold, he stood and lifted you up onto his shoulder.

It was a fairly long walk back to the house, you had managed to give him the run-around for quite a bit longer than he had realized, but you weren’t very heavy and you didn’t struggle too much. He had one hand on your lower back and one on the back of your thigh to keep you in place. Your thigh was so soft, and your skin was smooth and warm beneath his hand. He heard you sniffling, and he wished that he could talk better to tell you that he wasn’t going to hurt or punish you, that he was going to keep and take care of you.

He listened to the sound of armadillos snuffling in the underbrush, they shuffled away at the sound of his heavy footsteps. The lights from the house beckoned him back home. Fireflies floated through the air, blinking their lights lazily. The longer he walked, the more your crying quieted. Maybe you were like him and liked the comfort of all the nighttime sounds. If that was the case, maybe he could sneak you out of his room at night sometimes to sit on the porch and listen to it all. That might make you happy. He would have to figure out what made you happy, but he would have lots of time to do that. 

He glanced down the road for any sign of the truck’s familiar headlights, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw nothing. Nubbins had disappeared earlier in the day, and Grandpa was still in his room, so he had time to hide you away properly. He carried you through the front door and up the stairs to his room. He set you down gently on his bed, and you looked up at him. Your eyes were red from crying. He patted you on the shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

Soon enough, though, the front door slammed open and he heard Nubbins and Drayton arguing in the entryway. He knew he had to leave you to get ready for dinner. He tried to motion for you to stay put and stay quiet. You made no move to run and you didn’t make any sounds, so he was satisfied that you had understood. Just to be safe, he locked the door behind him when he left.

He descended the stairs with an excited sort of anxiety building inside him. He had you, and now he just had to keep you a secret. He could show Drayton all the intruders he had caught and carved up, and maybe he would be proud of him for the good job he had done. He would just pretend that everything was normal. He moved to set the table and settle in for a normal family dinner of squabbling, already excited to be done and to get back upstairs to you.