strong as an ox

The Farm

Cynn had finally done it. She was now the owner of a farm. Something
of a dream she had since she was a little girl. Cynn always loved
farms. She could recall the summer vacations of her youth at her aunt
and uncle’s farm. She loved feeding the chickens, pigs, and the other
farm animals. The trips stopped in Cynn’s high school years when her
aunt passed away a few months after her uncle. Cynn’s parents had no
intention of keeping the farm. Didn’t have the time or the desire. But
now with Cynn in her mid 20’s, she could change that.

She found a farm that was going bust. A farm owned by a corporation
was up for sale. Due to a recent merger, the company’s new philosophy
had no room for such interests. The neglected farms they owned started
to lose money. A prime reason to bleed them dry and sell them off.
The assets were mostly liquidated and the properties sold to whoever
wanted them at next to nothing. Cynn seized the opportunity. She was
able to get enough money together to buy a 40-acre farm with a house,
barn with stables, and some small assorted buildings and sheds for
various uses.

As the farm she purchased was abandoned for some months, it was void
of any animals. They were sold off to recoup the losses of a company
that knew little to nothing about farms. Why did a company buy farms
if they knew nothing about farming? Maybe the corporation bought a
company that had many interests and one of them was farming which they
didn’t want anything to do with? Maybe the shakedown in management
left them with no skills to properly run the farms? Whatever the
reason, Cynn didn’t care. Their loss was her gain.

There was some equipment left behind, mostly for maintenance, but
little else. The one thing Cynn always wanted to do was raise
animals, horses in particular. She couldn’t care less about growing
corn or wheat or whatever, she wanted to concentrate on livestock.
Cynn loved riding the horses on her aunt and uncle’s farm. Riding
gave her a feeling of power and independence. She wanted to feel that

In her teen’s, Cynn worked for a horse breeder for a few years. She
became quite good at her job and moved up to management. That career
ended when her boss tried to make a pass at her one night when working
late. This just happened to coincide with her coming across the ad in
the paper for these farms going up for sale. She decided to take a
chance and go for it. Cynn got a business loan, received grant money,
and started her farm. Now all she needed was horses.

Cynn with her connections in the breeding sector was able to get
three fine young stallions and five mares. She even had enough money
left over to stock up on supplies for her and the business for a
few months. And with a year deferment on the bank loan, this left her
with nothing to worry about except run the farm.

Two of the mares Cynn had come into heat soon after arriving on the
property. The other three soon after. This was better luck than she
could have hoped for! Now Cynn was a big woman. In high school, she
could go toe to toe with any girl, and half the guys, and win. What
was also amazing about her was that she was one of the prettiest
girls in the school. She stood six feet four with a voluptuous figure.
Strong as an ox with the beauty of a Miss America. She ran
the farm alone, needing little help. The only time she saw anyone is
when supplies was dropped off. And now that she was stocked up for a
while, no one would be coming by anytime soon. That’s how she liked it,
by herself with no one to bother her.

When the mares were in heat, the young stallions were going crazy.
They were fidgeting around to the point where they were even difficult
for Cynn to handle. One day she forgot to lock the door that
separated them. To Cynn’s surprise, when the stallions started to
mingle with the mares, they had no resistance. The mares allowed the
stallions to mount them over and over again. This is something that
Cynn always like to watch. It would get her horny, watching those
beasts have sex. At times she wishes it was her that the stallions
were mounting. When Cynn would get real horny, she would pull out
this huge dildo that was near the size of a 2 liter pop bottle and
ride it into ecstasy. She worked her way up to that size over time.
Cynn started off with a regular sized one, but quickly got used to it
and needed something bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Now she needed a
new size.

One day when she was watching the horses have sex, she caught a
glimpse of one of the stallion’s penis. It was huge. Thick and long.
Not as long as most horses, but much thicker, a little thicker than
that dildo Cynn has. This horse was having trouble mating due to its
reduced length, but would hit the mark after a few minute of trying.
Cynn thought that even a cock that thick would be uncomfortable for
the mares, but he eased it in and out with no problems. The mare even
seemed to enjoy it by pushing backwards in attempt to meet his
thrusts. Cynn had never seen that before.

A couple of weeks had passed and the mares went out of heat. One of
the stallions calmed down, but the other was still horny, the one with
the thick cock. With the mares separated, he must have been going
crazy. He didn’t jump around too much, but his cock was always semi
erect. Cynn was concerned about his penis getting infected, sticking
out of its sheath nearly all the time. So she thought the best thing
to do was check it out every day to make sure it was okay, after all he
is a vital part of her new enterprise.

It was middle of summer now, the mares are pregnant, and it is hotter
than a half fucked fox in a forest fire. With the farm being secluded,
Cynn usually wore nothing more than a bathing suit. At times she would
turn on a sprinkler for the horses to cool themselves. Sometime she
would join in. Keeping the horses separated, she would spray the mares
down first, then the stallions. When Cynn went to water down the
stallions, one of them was happy enough to lay down in the shade under
the stable awning, something she noticed he liked to do. The other
always came over. The other horses she liked and got along with, but
this one was special, this one she had a bond with. Cynn named this
one Whispers, because he was quiet and hardly ever made a noise of any
kind other than grunt or neigh once in a blue moon.

On one hot day, Cynn was brushing Whispers. When she moved around to
the underside of him, she noticed his sheath. It looked like it was
going to burst. Wondering if something was wrong, Cynn touched it.
Slowly the penis slid out of its rubbery covering. This was the first
time that she was this close to a horses cock out of its sheath,
inches from her face. This made her flash back to when the horses were

Thinking about that made Cynn horny. Wicked thoughts started to race
through Cynn’s mind. When she looked back at the horse, she realized
that she was slowly stroking his penis. Cynn couldn’t get her hand
around it. The size made her think of that dildo she has back in the
house. Cynn was getting too horny, didn’t feel like going back into
the house. “What the heck”, Cynn thought, and started licking the
horses cock. She would lick along his shaft and end up at the head.
With her mouth over tip, she would stick her tongue in his piss hole.
Cynn would pull her mouth off and a long thick string of pre-cum
would run to her tongue, which she suck up and swallowed. Cynn’s
tongue made its way to his balls. They were big as watermelons. They
felt spongy with two hard centers. Cynn would lick from one to the
other from behind the horse. Then she started licking upwards towards
the horse’s anus. Cynn would lick around the hole then slowly stick
her tongue inside seeing what his reaction would be. Whispers
responded by lifting his tail out of the way, inviting her to do more.
Cynn couldn’t believe what she was doing, but kept on doing it
nonetheless. She tongued his hole for a long time. At first his ass
was a little bitter, but that soon gave way to bland, slightly salty
tasting goo. Cynn loved it. When her tongue couldn’t reach in any
further, she stuck in two of her fingers. The response from the horse
was to push back slightly. Cynn sensing that Whispers wanted more,
added another finger, and another, until her hand had disappeared into
her horses anus. Whispers made an unexpected move backwards, sinking
Cynn hand in almost up to her shoulder. And he still wanted more.

There was a cart that had a platform on it that came up to about ass
level with the horse that was a few feet from where they were
standing. Cynn had an idea. If the horse wanted more, then he would
get more, all he could take. Cynn secured the cart so it wouldn’t
move. She brought Whispers over to the cart and backed him up to it.
Cynn was very horny, hot, and sweaty by now. She pulled off her
bathing suit and flung it off to the side. She grabbed a blanket that
was near the door to the stall and hopped up on the cart. She spread
the blanket out on the edge of the cart near the horse and sat down on

Cynn then started to massage the butt crack of the horse with her
foot. Whispers responded by raising his tail. She then found his anus
with her big toe and was rubbing along the opening. From having her
arm inside a short time earlier, the horse’s anus was very slippery.
Whispers was enjoying this feeling and started to push backward as
before. Cynn continued to rub her feet in his ass until she felt her
foot slip inside his anus. The feeling was incredible…for both of
them. Inside his ass it felt hot and soft. This set Cynn on her first
orgasm, on sight alone of her foot in her horses anus. Whispers kept
pushing back until he had her leg in past the knee joint. Cynn
started to move her leg in and out, but Whispers wanted more and
continued to push backwards.

As this continued, it seemed as if Whisper’s anus was getting bigger.
Cynn pulled her leg out and inserted the other one. Her one leg was
coated with a milky colored slippery slime. She scooped some off with
a finger and ate some of it. It tasted good. She wanted to lick her
leg clean, but that would have to come later. Cynn then pulled her
leg out of her horse. She then put both her feet together overlapping
each other and placed them at the entrance to Whispers insides. Moving
her feet slowly up and down, Whispers pushed back. With little effort,
Cynn’s feet slid in. As the horse was getting use to the change in
size, he would push back. Then Whispers started to rock on and off
Cynn’s legs, taking a little more each time he went back. Before
long, both of Cynn’s legs were in up to her knees. All this activity
going on was causing Cynn to have orgasm after orgasm. To Cynn’s
surprise, Whispers kept pushing backwards. Cynn was sitting on the
edge of the cart, but then she picked her ass off the end and pushed
towards the horse. Whispers moved forward slightly which caused Cynn
to be supported by the horse at one end and her shoulders on the edge
on the cart. Cynn was about to pull herself out, thinking that
Whispers had enough. That’s when he started to move backwards again.
All Cynn could do at this point was to hold to the edge of the cart.
Whispers slowly kept pushing backwards. His anus was now stretched up
to her knees. As he continued to push he had her in to her thighs.
Cynn’s body being sweaty made it slippery. Whispers started to push
back in a series of small jerks. Each time he jerked, a little more of
Cynn inched in. After a few minutes, Cynn was in to the bottom of
her butt. She rocketed through another orgasm, more powerful that the
last. Cynn moved her legs a little inside her four legged lover, this
cause him to make a final lunge backward which put Cynn in her horse’s
anus up to her waist. Whispers then moved forward pulling Cynn off
the platform. She was now supported entirely by her horse’s ass. The
hour glass curve and size of her ass kept her from slipping out of her
lovers gripping anus. After what seemed like hours, Cynn felt a
pushing from inside her horse. She could feel his anus clenching and
releasing around her, nearly making her loose her breath. Whispers was
having his first anal orgasm. As the spasms increased, so did the
pressure that was pushing on Cynn. With a loud snort and a short
neigh, Whispers push Cynn from his ass.

Cynn lay on the ground amazed at what happened. Being in the horses
ass for so long make her skin wrinkle a little, like laying in a tub
of water for a while. This make her so horny, she had to have more.
Cynn quickly rinsed herself off and crawled under Whispers. She
started licking his cock as before. Soon it was hard. She wanted to
impale herself on that monster. He had fit her in; she could at least
do the same for him. She grabbed the blanket off the cart and placed
it on a bale of hay. She positioned Whispers over the hay. Cynn then
lay on the hay bale face down and positioned vagina against his
penis. Her cunt was already sopping wet. She just rubbed the head up
and down her opening a few strokes, and then slowly pushed back. Slowly
the huge head of that cock, made it was inside. Cynn decided she
wanted to see the action. She slid forward off his penis, flipped on
her back, and pushed the head back it.

Whispers enjoying this started to push forward. Her own lubrication
and Whisper’s pre-cum was making her entire pelvic region very
slippery. Cynn pulled on one of her butt cheeks far enough to push
two fingers into her anus while guiding Whispers cock into her cunt
with the other. Cynn was now racked with one orgasm after another.

Whispers continued to push his cock into his human lover. Then he
started to stroke, each time getting a little more inside. Whispers
was only about 15 inches long or so, but very thick. As Cynn looked
down at their union, she saw her belly go up and down every time
Whispers stroked. As his pace increased, Cynn knew that he would be
coming soon. Whispers was moving now back and forth quickly, but his
cock didn’t move in and out much. It was at this time his head flared
out. With a cock that big, it must have flared out to the size of a
cantaloupe. As she looked down, her belly looked as if it was 3-4
months pregnant. A few seconds later Whispers released his load into
Cynn’s womb. With his head flared out so much, very little semen
escaped. He pumped his load for at least five minutes. When he was
done, he just stood there for a while. He had pumped so much into her,
she looked like she was 8 months pregnant. With the head still quite
large, but not as large as when he came, Whispers pulled his cock out
of his lover.

Cynn had expected the cum to come rushing out, but instead it came
out very thick and slowly. It was about as thick as toothpaste. When
she bend over to stand up, it squirted out a little faster until she
stood upright. She stood with her legs apart and pushed on her belly.
The thickened goo came out which she caught some in her hand. She held
her hand above her tilted back head. She opened her mouth and poured
the thick semen on to her tongue. Cynn loved the way it tasted. She
did this for at least another ten minutes. When she was done, her
stomach still look pudgy. Oh well she though. It will run out when it
get ready. Whispers laid down on a pile of hay, tuckered out from the
days activities. Cynn washed off and went into the house where she
slept until the next morning.

Cynn awoke the next morning to find that the rest of the semen had
worked it way out during the night and coated her bed sheets. This
made her very horny and she started licking at the sheets. She grabbed
her dildo and slid it in to her cunt and started working it back and
forth in a frenzy. The horse cock was too good. She could never go
back to the dildo now.

It was another hot morning which would turn into another hot day.
Cynn went to check on and take care of the horses as usual. She
noticed that she had started the day without eating breakfast. Guess
it was all that semen, she didn’t need to eat. When Cynn approached
Whispers in the yard, he got a hard on right away. “You’re thinking
the same thing I am”, she thought. She stripped right there. She was
under Whispers sucking away on his cock. This time she managed to get
the head in her mouth. Cynn was concerned that her teeth may hurt his
cock, but it was tough enough to withstand it. She worked her tongue
in and out of his piss slit. Before long Whispers started to make
little bucking motions. The next thing Cynn knew was that his cock
head inflated in her mouth. It felt like it was going to dislocate her
jaw. In a few seconds, Whispers released his load into his mistress’s
mouth. With the inflamed head preventing her from removing his penis
from her mouth, she was forced to drink down at least a quart of horse
sperm without spilling a drop.

After a few minutes the head shrunk down enough for her to pull his
cock from her mouth. She loved the taste and was licking up what was
dribbling from Whisper’s penis. Cynn has some chores to do, so she
cleaned up and finished her duties. After all, Whisper needed time to
build up another load.

The next day was much like the last two, Cynn having sex with her
boyfriend, or should I say horsefriend. The both of them were hot for
each other again. Cynn began by stroking his anus with her tongue.
Whisper wanted to push back, perhaps get her head in his ass. If it
wasn’t for her hair in the way, he could have. She could always wear a
shower cap, but that would be for another day. Cynn had lubed her
anus up real good. She wanted to feel Whisper in her ass. This time
she stood bent over under him after getting him hard, which was easy
now. She took him into her pussy and worked him there for a short
time. Then she pulled him out and placed the head at her anus. Cynn
pushed back, Whisper pushed forward. The head popped inside. Never
before had Cynn’s ass felt so full, and this was just the beginning.
With each thrust his cock went in a little further. When the sheath
was nuzzling against her anus, she started into a string a mind
shattering orgasms. After a little bit longer, she could feel his
balls slapping her cunt. This nearly made Cynn pass out with ecstasy.
Then she felt that now familiar feeling of Whisper’s head swelling up.
Soon he was shooting wad after wad deep into her bowels.

When they were able to separate, she crapped the horse goo into a
small bucket. She then got him hard again and fucked him in her pussy.
After a little longer, he came and filled up her birth canal with
horse jizm. She squatted over the same small bucket and pushed out the
cum. Whisper, now exhausted laid down. Cynn, still very horny, poured
the bucked of thick horse slime in her mouth. She would swish it
around her mouth before swallowing it.

The next month went by. Every day it was the same thing. Cynn would
make sure all the chores were done, and then she would have fun with her
lover, Whisper. Cynn rarely ate since she drank so much horse semen.
After about six weeks into her love affair, she noticed she was
putting on some weight. “Gotta kick back on the extra protein”, she
chuckled to herself. Next thing she knew she was eating like it was
going out of style. She was always hungry, and couldn’t figure out

Another month when by and she gained sixty pounds. It looked as if her
weight was contained to her stomach. Then she realize something,
something that gave her the chills. She hadn’t had her period in two
months. Cynn periods were always quick, only lasting a day or two,
but even then, she should have caught it. “I can’t be pregnant. It
just can’t happen!”, she said out loud. “How will I deliver it if I
am?” she wondered.

Over the next several weeks her appetite was out of control. Cynn ate
from sun up to sun down. Her belly was the size of a large bean bag
chair. She had moved in to one of the sheds because she could no
longer fit through the doorway of the house. She found it difficult to
move around with the load growing in her. Even with this problem, it
didn’t stop her from getting fuck at least once a day. But she had to
restrict it to anal and blowjobs. Cynn’s breasts were huge, filling
up with milk. Each breast had to be the size of ten gallon bucket.
Cynn weighed in at four hundred thirty five pounds.

Cynn thought that maybe the birth won’t be so bad. Her vagina had
dilated like crazy. It was even bigger than it normally was. Sometime
she would try to walk from place to place and the “baby” would kick
and through her off balance. Sometime the feeling of something that
big growing inside her make her horny. It was one of these times she
felt a contraction. A little while later she felt another one, but
stronger. Another one came and her water broke.

This was it, Cynn was in labor.

The only thing Cynn was wearing was a pair of cotton panties; it was
the only thing that still fit. With the contractions hitting, she
couldn’t reach them to pull them off. All she could do was lay on her
back and hope it would all be over soon. After about an hour of
contractions, Cynn felt the urge to push. She pushed hard from her
insides as well as on her belly with her hands. She felt the “baby”
enter her birth canal and start to poke out her vagina. She pushed
again and again, each time the load delivered a little further. As it
started to come out the “baby” started wiggling around a little. This
helped it to ease out. She pushed again as she heard the panties rip
that she couldn’t get at earlier. This wiggle was arousing her. Cynn
actually thought about doing this all over again. That may depend on
what comes out. She had no idea what the child may look like. Would it
be horse, or a mix of the two? She would soon find out. After about a
half hour of pushing, she gave one final big push…

…and it was born.

It was a perfectly formed baby horse, a boy. Cynn grabbed some
scissors nearby and cut the umbilical cord that connected them. In a
few minutes, the placenta oozed out. Just the placenta alone was twice
the size of a human baby. The young newborn horse, have already taken
its first breaths of air was looking for the teat.

In the month that followed, Cynn weaned the young horse. Since then
Cynn has had six horse births. These horses were champions and sold
for hundred thousand each. The way they knew what their owners wanted
and there intelligence was unmatched. This rare possible union produce
offspring that make Cynn rich beyond her wildest dreams, monetarily
speaking of course.

anonymous asked:

hi!!! omg please, please continue the accidental love confessions drabble you wrote!!!!!! i am dying aaahhhhh what happened after omg pls

Here’s a short continuation of this just for you, lovely anon. <3

EDIT: cleaned up and both parts posted in one fic on ao3 right here

Tony can feel his heart in his throat and his pulse ricocheting through his body in an uneven rhythm. He drums his fingers against the rim of his arc reactor, the tap-tapping jagged and uneven over the thunderous beating of his heart. 

He clears his throat. “So,” he begins with forced nonchalance, “you wanna tell me what that was about?”

Steve is turned away from him, looking out the window, arms crossed over his chest. Tony can’t decide if it’s better or worse that he can’t see Steve’s face. 

When he gets no response after a long few seconds, Tony clears his throat pointedly.

Heaving a great sigh, Steve slowly turns around to begrudgingly face Tony. 

“You drive me crazy, Tony,” Steve says, his brow furrowed and his voice tight and weary all at the same time. 

“Yeah, I got that part,” Tony answers, waving his hand. “You tell me that all the time. I’m talking about the part where you randomly said ‘I love you’ in the middle of a debriefing.”

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|| theme song ||

{summary: in which you find out that peter parker adores spiderman just as much as you do.}

so there was some spiderman: homecoming event held in tokyo some time yesterday, and there was some new footage being shown [♥] @//tomhsource on twitter had a few screenshots saved on their twitter page (and also, just to clarify, their twitter page never explicitly stated that angourie rice was playing gwen stacy. they called it out as a RUMOR, and these shady sites were just looking for more clickbait material by saying that she was confirmed to be gwen)

but i’m not here to talk about the mess behind angourie rice’s character identity (even though I still firmly believe she’s playing betty brant, personally) what i’m most excited about is how peter is actually seen in the footage WRITING his own spiderman theme!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and I just had to make an imagine out of it ;)

I will be using [[cosmicbooknews]] transcription since I have their whole typed out theme saved in my emails

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine!!**


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  • Todd: I want a yak.
  • DM: A yak?
  • Todd: Yes.
  • DM: Okay, well, you walk a couple hundred yards and you come out into the bazaar, you know. You see a guy going by with a string of horses, he's got about three horses in a line, he's heading towards the east, the bridge over there.
  • Todd: Okay, is there any reason I'm noticing him in particular?
  • DM: Roll Perception.
  • Todd: Okay. *rolls* 15.
  • DM: Okay, you see he's heading towards some sort of animal stockyard.
  • Todd: Okay, I'll follow him into it, strike up a conversation.
  • DM: Oh, with him, the guy?
  • Todd as Bolgar, with heavy Scottish accent: Good day to ye, lad. I'm looking for a dwarf right and proper animal.
  • NPC Horse Guy: Okay, sir, I'm heading towards the stable now, you can come with me. Might have a pony for you or something.
  • Bolgar: I'm looking for a yak.
  • NPC Horse Guy: A yak?
  • Bolgar: Aye!
  • NPC Horse Guy: Well, uh, we've got oxen and stuff, but I don't think we have a yak for you.
  • Bolgar: Fantastic! I'll be coming with ye a short way.
  • NPC Horse Guy: Alright...
  • Todd: *cackles*
  • DM: Okay, you see a tavern to your left, the sign says The Black Eagle. Perception roll?
  • Todd: *rolls, succeeds*
  • DM: Okay, you can see the stables right behind the Black Eagle, you follow the guy in, he says "Hey, boss! There's someone here who wants to buy a yak!"
  • NPC Boss: A what?
  • NPC Horse Guy: A yak!
  • NPC Boss: What in the hell's a yak?
  • NPC Horse Guy: I dunno!
  • DM: You can see he's got oxen in the stables there. He's got donkeys, [inaudible], some ponies, and the three horses the guy's bringing in, he begins putting them into their stalls, giving them feed bags, hay, that stuff. And a human comes over and he's got a smock on, bracers on his arms, y'know, and he looks over your guy.
  • Todd: I'm armed to the fucking teeth.
  • NPC Boss: Well, you must be some kind of adventurer.
  • Bolgar: Nah, just a dwarf.
  • NPC Boss: Well, I don't know what a yak is, so, uh, were you looking for some sort of a beast of burden?
  • Bolgar: Aye!
  • NPC Boss: Well, we've got an ox over there, he's a good one. He's, uh, well, he's strong as an ox.
  • Todd: How fast is an ox?
  • DM: I'd say about half as fast as a yak? What's the movement of a yak?
  • Todd: I think it's the same stats as a bison, so 40 speed?
  • DM: Okay, so the ox would be about 30. Cost you 15 gold.
  • Todd: You sure they don't have a yak?
  • DM: Alright, I'll give you a chance, roll Perception.
  • Todd: *rolls, nat 20*
  • DM: He's got a fucking yak! You look around a bit, and you see it in the back, and you say, "That's a yak!" and he says, "Oh, you mean a tonka! I got a tonka!"
  • (And Todd got his fucking yak, and nobody else could ID it, and he convinced my character it was a Dwarven war horse.)

anonymous asked:

The baby headcannons were so cute! Could you do a similar ones with Gabriel, Jesse and Hanzo?

((Thank you! I already did Gabe, click on his name to check it out))



  • This man tears up but then is hollering and hugging you and spinning you around and around ecstatically
  • You thought he was a touchy-feel cuddle but before but after finding out your pregnant, if you two are in the same room, you are cuddled against his chest with his hands on your stomach
  • He also can’t keep his hands off of you in the other sense
  • He started this game of balancing things on your belly, you humored him before the both of you became super into it
  • Cuts down on smoking a lot, a big reason being that the cigar smoke made you nauseous during your first trimester
  • Your confidence never wavers the entire pregnancy; Jesse is always telling you how beautiful you are with those lovable nicknames of his.
  • Sneaks off to have mid-day names with you because he knows you sleep better when he’s there

“Now what’re you doin’ outta bed, darlin’?”

You looked over your shoulder, eyes wide, your tongue mid-lick through a spoonful of chocolate hazelnut spread. McCree froze for a second before he began to laugh, his right arm wrapping around his middle before he started to make his way over to you. His arms wrapped around your middle, his hands sliding softly, affectionately against the round swell of your stomach. You couldn’t be upset at his laughing, it was 2 in the morning and you had woken up to empty your ever filling bladder before a craving for something chocolate kicked in. You had to have been quite the sight. He placed his chin against your shoulder, kissing the side of your neck sweetly before ghosting a kiss over your jaw and then placing one against your cheek.

“Had a hankerin for some chocolate I’m guessin”, he asked, earning an affirmative hum as you stuck the spoon the rest of the way into your mouth, licking it clean. He snorted softly against your skin, his hands moving in slow, relaxing circles against your covered belly, his body swaying left and right slightly with you.

You leaned back into him as you finished off your little snack, screwing the top back onto the spread. Moving your hands to his, you relaxed as your cowboy kissed your neck, your shoulder, your cheek and ghosted over your ear. You slapped his hand playfully, laughing breathily as he pressed another few kisses against the shell of your ears.

“C’mon now”, he murmured softly against your skin, pulling back only enough so you could turn and walk on your own. “Y’all two must be tuckered out.”

“Well… I could be more tired”, you teased, laughing at the man’s hand moved to your rear and gave a squeeze as he picked up the pace towards the room.


  • The serape is now a make shift baby sling, he pretty much goes EVERYWHERE with the kid if given the chance to
  • McCree absolutely loves his daughter to death, even her death grip on his hair and beard and chest hairs
  • This man spins some of the greatest stories known to man and tells it in a way that enthralls the infant
  • Works on teaching the child Spanglish and Spanish
  • He has the magic touch, naps happen effortlessly and you can usually find them both snuggled up somewhere, his hat somehow covering both of their faces
  • He’s a heavy sleeper so while you may wake up with the baby, he will stay up if need be
  • He plays a perfect horsey for her, knee bouncing as he whinnies , usually putting his hat on her head whenever he does this
  • He is the king of soft, heart aching lullabies in English and Spanish and your daughter can’t help but doze off when listening

“Where’d ya go sweetpea?”

Jesse teased Maria, tilting his hat carefully over his daughter’s face and completely hiding her father from sight. The little girl with ruddy cheeks and brown hair just as messy as her father’s just laughed as her chubby fists pushed the hat back up. Her big eyes lit up as she saw her father, the man placing a light kiss against her nose. Another fit of giggles bubbled from her lips, her arms flapping giddily in the air before they darted forward and grabbed Jesse’s beard to steady herself. Jesse’s hat fell from her head, the child suddenly not caring as she squished and pulled curiously at the soft hairs that made up McCree’s facial hair. You winced sympathetically, silently applauding Jess as he forced a strained laugh from his lips, the both of you working gingerly to release him from the strong infants hold.

“Let papa go sweetie”, you cooed softly, the child finally relenting before grasping at her father’s face and going to nom on his nose. You covered your mouth, going into a fit of laughter, Jesse trying not to laugh too hard.

“Yer bout as strong as an ox”, Jesse teased softly as he pulled his daughter back, leaning down and placing a kiss on each of her chubby cheeks. She babbled happily before giving him wet kiss on his chin, giving her another one on the forehead. “And as pretty as a peach,ain’tcha?”



  • As we know, Hanzo is a man with more subtle reactions he smiles and he pulls you into a tight hug when you tell him
  • He is scared/intimidated because, in his words, he has done so much wrong and he does not know if he is deserving of such an honor
  • He is the biggest worrywart with you; he doesn’t want you to strain yourself or hurt yourself or the baby
  • He coaxes you into meditating with him when you are up for it, he’ll lightly hold your hands in his when you do
  • He may not be as physically affectionate when in public but he always stands very close to you whenever you are out
  • In private he just wants to hold you, massage you, and take care of you
  • He also practices Japanese pregnancy traditions like taking you to the temple to pray for a healthy birth and to get you an obi for the obi iwai

(Fun noodle hc)

  • His two dragons are very affectionate and fiercely protective of you and the baby. They will hiss as people who come near you other than Hanzo or Genji.
  • The dragons are frequently with you when Hanzo is somewhere else on the base, whether on Hanzo order or their own need to watch you, you weren’t sure.


You squeaked softly as Hanzo’s hands gently smoothed down the itchy, red skin of your stomach, massaging vitamin E cream affectionately into your skin. He held back his chuckle for you, but a good humored smile rested on his lips as he pampered you. You hummed contently as the nagging itching subsided, Hanzo’s calloused hands gently moving in slow round circles against your skin. Nibbling on your bottom lip you studied him as he stared intently at your belly, focused on the child growing within you. His smile drifted away before a small crease formed in his brow, his hands slowing before stopping. You had seen this look before.

“You’re going to be a wonderful dad, Han. I know you are.”

Hanzo’s eyes jumped to yours, a soft smile on your lips as you placed your hands over his. You rubbed the back of his palms in small circles, that confident look in your eyes not waning as he watched you. He was tempted to comment back but he had learned over the months that you wouldn’t back down from this belief. He gently took your hands in his and placing a kiss against your palm.

“I will take your word for it, my love.”


  • When Angela first put his son in his arms, he froze before giving a soft sob and hugging his child close
  • His has finally forgiven himself, with Genji, his S/O and his child’s help
  • He is openly affectionate with his child, he wants his child to never doubt that he is loved and adored
  • As laid back/serious he is typically, he is the absolute biggest dork with his son; making silly faces and sounds
  • He loves just relaxing with his son; reading books/poems with him, drinking tea, walking around, meditating. His son is either against his chest or his back
  • His teaching of Japanese is a bit more organized than his brother’s, but there’s not true pressure

((Noodle dragons!))

  • The dragons are like mischievous pets to the child; bringing him shiny things, playing with him, at times carrying the child wherever they might want to go
  • They are often found sleeping in the child’s crib in the morning although they definitely weren’t there the night before.

Hanzo laid in the middle of the floor, on a mat where all of Haruto’s toys were, holding the six-month old up in the air before slowly lowering him down and kissing his cheeks. Haruto giggled, wiggling as Hanzo held him steady, the archer smiling as he blew a soft stream of air into the child’s face. Haruto’s face scrunched up before he tried his hand at imitating his father, raining a loving, happy raspberry down on the man.

“Good job Haru-chan”, Hanzo said, a bit flatly, earning a babbling laugh from his son, lowering the child to sit on his chest as he wiped at his face.

“Are you blowing kisses at daddy”, you asked, giggling as Hanzo tilted his back and shot you a weak bemused look before the man chuckled softly. You bent over, kissing your husband then your son on the head affectionately, maneuvering so Hanzo’s head sat in your lap.

Hanzo scrunched up his nose before sticking his tongue out at the boy, Haruto’s chubby hands patting against his father’s chest in amusement. You watched as Hanzo made a fish face before carefully picking up his son and covering his chubby cheeks in light kisses. You laughed as you watched them, running your fingers through Hanzo’s loosed hair, your heart swelling happily.

anonymous asked:

What are some of the best post s3 cannonverse fics that you know of? I also love ones that are told from the perspective of characters other than Bellamy and Clarke. Thanks 😊

+ post s3 & post canon & outsider pov tags!

Robbie:Tell everybody how good I am.

Sportacus: Uh, why?

Robbie: I thought you loved me, I don’t know…

Sportacus: Well, I do, I just wanted to know why you want me to tell everybody.

Robbie: I don’t know, sometimes it feels good to have someone just sing your praises, you know, I mean, not everybody–not everybody’s a big strong ox like you… Emotionally, sometimes some of us… it gets to us, okay, we need to hear something good about ourselves to feel okay–

Sportacus: All right, fine! You have… good arms.

Robbie: … YOU MEAN IT?!

Chinese zodiac traits (doing the other horoscope is too mainstream)
  • Rat: Great leaders,lively,motivated by money and status,intelligent, charming and confident.
  • Ox: Excellent planners,strong Character, tolerant of others,motivated, have hearts of Gold, hardworking, loyal, patient, good hearted.
  • Tiger: Need to be loved, competitive,protective of their loved ones,Independent, productive and loyal.
  • Rabbit: Calm natured and great leaders,stylish and sophisticated,great communicators, well-mannered, caring and sensible.
  • Dragon: Great leaders,free spirits, unlimited energy, very lucky,intelligent, charming and confident.
  • Snake: Excellent planners,great business people,not emotional,Hardworking, Loyal, Patient, Good Hearted.
  • Horse: Need to be loved,life and soul of the party, funny and quick witted,like to start tasks but often they don't finish them,independent, productive and loyal.
  • Goat: Calm natured and great leaders,peaceful and calm characters,artistic,well-mannered, caring and sensible
  • Monkey: Great Leaders,curious and fun loving,Great imaginations,intelligent, charming and confident.
  • Rooster: Excellent planners,trustworthy,like to be heard, not shy,hardworking, loyal, patient, good hearted.
  • Dog: Need to be loved,great listeners but can be worriers,Always finish tasks,independent, productive and loyal.
  • Pig: Calm natured and great leaders, honest, patient and understanding, very charitable, think of others before themselves,well-mannered, caring and sensible
Black Widow: Forever Red sentence starters

“I will make you into the weapon itself.”
“Sorry. It’s more punch than line.”
“I’m just like you.”
“Strong like an ox and sharp like a razor.”
“Where did you learn how to do that?”
“We already know what your dreams are about.”
“He’s a fighter all right.”
“Of course it’s you. I should have known.”
“I’m not a big birthday person.”
“I believe that’s called karma.”
“Where did you learn to shoot people like that?”
“My brain is melting.”
“Get out. Get out while you can.”
“I told you. Friends in low places.”
“Please tell me that’s impossible.”
“My only instincts are to shoot and to run.”
“We need each other, whether you can admit it or not.”
“He wanted the others to hear you scream.”
“Nothing’s changed. You’re just you.”
“When you finally do let me kiss you, maybe I won’t ever stop.”
“I’m ready. Even if it’s today, I’m ready.”
“Maybe, finally, a good omen for all of us.”
“Funny how it always comes down to the shoes.”
“You backed her into a corner and she ran.”
“I’ve never even left the country before this.”
“So it’s just a place you once lived.”
“If you could call it a life.”

“Can she really be that much of an animal?”
“You’re going to start lecturing me about girls?”
“It was our life, and they took it.”
“Nobody gets a reset.”

“Ten minutes to shut this party down.”
“No. This isn’t yours. It’s mine.”
“You left me, and now I’m alone with all this.”
“Screw you. Now I’m finished.”
“Well, it’s not the end.”

Locked In (Part 3)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Reader and Detective Winchester return to their hometown where they stumble onto trouble…

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Detective!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3500ish

Warnings: language, violence

A/N: Detective Winchester just can’t catch a break…

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anonymous asked:

What's a typical night out with Chuuya like?


It tends to start in the middle of my morning, with him being more… friendly than usual. He will attempt to soften me up, usually with a decent tea or figs, sometimes a bar of dark chocolate - before I realize he’s up to something and ask what he’s trying to do. 

It’ll be a Ryuu-kun, I’m not trying to do anything, which is generally the biggest, bullshit of a lie. He’ll crack a grin, drape himself on me as if I have ‘I enjoy my personal space invaded’ tattooed on my forehead and ‘ask’ if I have anything going on later that evening, roughly translating into something along the lines of I noticed your schedule was light this evening… 

I attempt to avoid him for the rest of the day, but like a rash that crops up among the corner-dwellers, he’s a burning persistence that simply refuses to go away. There’s simply no resisting his continuous, aggravating prodding, though I tend to get something out of officially caving to his demands at socialization. 

The actual night itself is a pain in general, and usually involves a bar of some sort and Chuuya ordering too much wine or sake strong enough to incapacitate a small ox, let alone a trashy pixie stick like himself. If I’m lucky, the worst that happens is embarrassing, drunken conversations. Worst case scenario he’s dragging me to some hole in the wall body modification establishment and forcing me to endure babysitting him while he adds more orifices to his body than he can afford to fill. 

I suppose on occasion there are… memorable… memories… that are not unpleasant after the fact.  

Win-win situation

Requested by Anonymous: “Imagine Thorin, Dwalin, and Fili fight for your courtship during a simple games” from ImaginexHobbit


The last thing you had expected to hear as you made your way into the armory was your own name, especially in the gruff tones that belonged unmistakably to Dwalin, but there it was. You pulled up short in the vestibule, an irresistible curiosity demanding that you stop and listen, and silently flattened yourself against the wall just outside the door. After the grating, metallic rasp of swords being returned to sheaths, his conversation continued.

“Come on, then, you’re as hot-blooded as any son of Durin, King though you may be. Why not give the old warhammer the chance to see the light of day?“

“Well, when you put it in such romantic terms,” came another well-known voice, rich and deep, and tinged with dry amusement. “How shall this proposition of yours be decided?”

A frown knitted your brows together. What on earth could Thorin and Dwalin have to talk about that concerned you?

“Och, we’ll come up with something that’s fair,” Dwalin said airily. “What about you, lad? Care to try your luck?”

Lad? Your breath stilled as you waited to hear who would answer.

“I don’t know.“ Fili’s voice was doubtful. “Not that I don’t fancy her…but you can’t really win a woman in a game.”

Dwalin’s barking laugh rang out, and you could hear the smile in Thorin’s voice. “Of course you can’t.”

“‘Specially not this one,” Dwalin interjected. “She’s a lively lass.”

“We’re only vying for the chance to woo her,” Thorin went on, in a placating tone. “The choice is the lady’s…for our part, it remains only to decide who shall approach her and who shall step aside.”

“Fair enough,” Fili answered after a pause, his voice taking on an admiring softness. “She’s worth taking a chance.”

You heard the clap of hands being shaken amid chuckling, and heavy footsteps moved in the direction of your hiding place. Like a startled rabbit, you bolted, willing your feet to carry you as far from the armory as possible, mortified by the thought of being discovered eavesdropping, and on such a conversation!

Stopping only when you’d reached your own chambers, you flopped breathlessly onto your bed, your mind spinning with what you’d overheard and what you were to do about it. You had never dreamed of having three men competing for the right to court you, and certainly not three men such as these.

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